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on some young birch ; a few hare -bells, bright 

 and blue as summer skies. The rich crimson 

 flush of forest ground, 



Where myriad heath-flowers congregated bloom, 



is fast fading away; the fern is assuming its 

 russet hue; docks lift their ruddy and full- 

 seeded heads; thistles stand covered with 

 down, like a foam, ready at the lightest breeze 

 to float away to a thousand places ; and the 

 grass of Parnassus crowns the silent waste with 

 its pure and classic beauty. And who that has 

 lived or sojourned any part of his youth in the 

 country has not some delicious remembrances 

 connected with nutting? For me, those dim 

 and vast woods, whither our good school- 

 master conducted his jolly troop of boys once 

 in the season those rustling boughs amongst 

 which we rushed and plunged with the raptur- 

 ous impetuosity of young deer those clusters 

 which tempted us to climb, or to crash down 

 the tree that bore them, like many other ambiti- 

 ous mortals destroying to possess those brown- 

 shellers which came pattering down upon our 

 heads our dinner a la gipsy, and our trium- 



