THE VICARAGE. 



desperate plunge, into a clear and sparkling stream, 

 and starts off quietly and calmly to pursue its course 

 through those meadows enamelled with flowers 

 and shaded by noble trees." 



They had now arrived at the foot of the bridge, 

 and walked to the centre of it, from which the 

 scene might be beheld to the greatest advantage. 

 Here the waters were seen rushing from rock to 

 rock, forming cascades, and producing that turbu- 

 lence which Lucy had described. The stream ap- 

 peared to emerge from a rude copse, with lofty 

 cliffs above, covered with trees which towered 

 beyond it, and gave singular beauty to the scene. 



The banks, and some of the rocks, were clothed 

 with moss, fern, and patches of ivy, and here and 

 there 



Nature had set 

 The primrose and the violet. 



Fox-gloves were in great abundance, and were 

 washed by the spray as they hung over the rushing 

 waters. It was a spot where a poet would have 

 all his enthusiasm excited, and which, conse- 

 quently, induced Davenport to write the following 

 descriptive 



SONNET. 



Impatient of his sojourn on the hills 

 The stream comes thundering down its mountain way, 

 From rock to rock mid clouds of flashing spray, 

 And with stern voice the tributary rills 



