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he will not only become more happy as a man but 

 more valuable as a servant. 



" The man who consecrates his hours, 

 By vig'rous effort and an honest aim, 

 At once he draws the sting of life and death ! 

 He walks with Nature, and her paths are peace." 



The scorching sun still holds sway over the earth ; 

 the teeming earth welcoming his smiles as it approaches 

 fruition. The corn, now ready for the reaper, waves 

 in the breeze, its heavy bending head giving signs of 

 an abundant harvest, while the golden tints of the 

 orchard promise a full supply of Pomona's dainty 

 stores, while the stray fallen leaves, as they flit along 

 our path, give evidence of the year's maturity. 



And now, kind reader, let us visit another of the 

 residences of our tiny friends, viz., " Charlton Sand 

 Pit," and to this end we can take " the (once) silent 

 highway" of the river Thames, or travel over the un- 

 stable foundations of the Eastern Counties Railway, to 

 further our object. If we choose the Thames we must 

 land at Charlton Pier, and then turning to our right, 

 and taking the Greenwich road, we must turn down 

 the second turning to our left; we shall then find 

 ourselves in Charlton Sand Pit, at the edge of which, 

 on our right and above our heads, is the hanging wood. 

 But if the speedier transit of the " rail" be our choice, 

 we must obtain tickets for Woolwich, when we shall 

 speedily find ourselves at North Woolwich, from thence 

 we shall be ferried over the river to South Woolwich, 

 when upon our leaving the pier and gaining the town, 

 we must turn to our right, and continuing our course 

 along the town and through, or rather between, the 



