WINDSOR GREAT PARK. 



superintendence of a kind and benevolent Pro- 

 vidence. The loveliest images are presented to 

 our imagination, whether it be a flock of sheep 

 watched over by their shepherd a brood of 

 chickens fostered under the wing of their mother, 

 or flowers clothed with beauty by their Great 

 Creator. When we reflect, also, how bountifully 

 the means of occupation and happiness are spread 

 before us, and how cheaply some of our truest 

 pleasures may be purchased, we may learn to be 

 thankful for such a lavish dispensation of bless- 

 ings. We may then feel that even the most 

 lowly things are not insignificant, and that Nature 

 is every where pregnant with the best kind of in- 

 struction. 



I shall always reflect with pleasure on some in- 

 teresting rides I had this spring with an intelligent 

 friend and naturalist, in the more retired parts of 

 Windsor Great Park and Forest. The gentle 

 rains had invigorated the earth every thing had 

 just burst into freshness and beauty the birds 

 sang their joyous notes the Cuckoo was heard in 

 every direction the green Woodpecker uttered 

 its wild cry, and the Herons were making their 

 silent gyrations over our heads, as we rode under 

 the trees on which their nests were forming. We 

 there contemplated an enormous beech-tree (and 

 there are very many in this fine park), spreading 

 its widely extended branches which were clothed 

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