

APRIL 93 



with a pure fragrance, that whenever men breathe your air- 

 distilled odours he may seek to be pure as ye/ " 



The great crowded cities, too, are full of fancies. For 

 several days past a wild wood-pigeon has been building its 

 nest behind one of the columns of a London church. Seeing 

 it busy in its toil of love, I thought of some busy worker in 

 a tiny room in sight of the lofty spire some outcast, per- 

 haps, who has been longing and praying for a message from 

 the old home in the heart of England ; I could see the joy 

 that would be born in her weary eyes at the sight of the bird, 

 and the message of peace it would speak to her. I pictured 

 the visions it would recall of a homestead hid in honey- 

 suckle and clematis, the garden bright with lilies and roses, 

 and at the end of it the wood, purple with waving foxgloves 

 amid the dewy bracken. 



