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dreary hills ; but now you have been com 

 pelled to flee to the city, and under the in 

 evitable revulsion of your feelings you are 

 obliged to paint in glowing colours the very 

 advantages which we are constantly holding 

 up to your view. What have you to say to 

 this?&quot; 



Just this, Blondin, I reply. Though I 

 have sought the fields, the woods and the 

 hills, I have not therefore deserted your club, 

 and my club, have I ? Nor have I ceased 

 to be one of those who are at home at the 

 Guild, one whose co-operation is as wel 

 come there as in the Current Topics Club 

 at Underledge. But this is not the whole. 

 There is a time for all things under the sun. 

 And there is social life, culture and enjoy 

 ment even at Underledge. 



Yesterday the wind came out of the north, 

 and it waxed high, and the mercury fell, and 

 it fell, and it fell. But the stars were in the 

 .sky, and we all gathered at the town hall, for 

 there the Troubadour was to recite stories to 

 us, and to sing to us the Creole songs. And 

 he told us about the charming Nareisse and 

 his wonderful skill in Chi-og-aphy, and phy 

 siognomy, and how he ever abstained from 

 borrowing (a gaudiK), and how fond he was 

 of gay clothing ; but also how he weut 



