IN THE MONTH OF JUNE 69 
cataracts and rushing torrents are magni- 
ficent ; but give me the quiet solace of our 
English meadow-lands, with all that they 
reveal to those who seek the nature-secrets 
POC A Lively SCRAMBLE SOR THE COVETED 
TIT-BIT. 
which they hold. To-day the cattle—black 
and streaked and brown—are standing or 
resting peacefully beside the ripening hay, 
tired maybe from feasting plentifully upon 
the soft green sward, and waiting till the sun 
