THE \VAEREN 



TV. THE WABBEN. 



" It's O my heart, my heart ! 



To be out in the sun and sing; 



To sing and shout in the fields about, 



In the balm and blossoming. 



Sing loud, O bird in the tree, 



O bird, sing loud in the sky; 



And honey bees blacken the clover beds, 



There are none of you glad as I. 



The leaves laugh low in the wind, 



Laugh low with the wind at play; 



And the odorous call of the flowers all 



Entices my soul away." 



Mr. Stanley, in the exciting description of his 

 " Journey through the Dark Continent," tells us 

 how, in one spot where he knew he could ramble 

 about in perfect safety, he began his explorations 

 with all a boy's ardour how he gave free rein to the 

 impulse to run, jump, spring, and climb, to roll 

 about on the leaves or ruins of branch and bark, to 

 laugh and sing how, hi short, he was for an hour 

 or two in the enjoyment of such bliss as can be 

 enjoyed only in communion with Nature, and in the 

 bright fresh days of Spring. If you, gentle reader, 

 would wish for such pleasure as was evidenced by 

 these private demonstrations, it is attainable on the 

 Warren, which I counsel you strongly to visit, not 

 once, nor twice, but often. If you wish to make a 

 good day of it, I would recommend you to start from 

 St. Peter's Church, just above the Harbour, and 

 travel along the edge of East Cliff. You will get 



