1 86 Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



woman shows off better on horseback than anywhere 

 else." 



"Oh!" said the cynic, "is that it, Miss? Nothing 

 counts without the showing off, eh I " And so we rattled 

 on interrupted at intervals by exclamations called forth 

 by England's unique beauty. 



Can any one picture a resting-place so full of peace 

 and beauty as the old Izaak Walton Inn ? We arrived 

 there in the twilight, and some of us walked down the 

 long hill and got our first sight of the Dove from the 

 bridge at the foot across the stream. 



I got the memorable verses near enough from mem- 

 ory to repeat them on the bridge. Let me put them 

 down here, for in truth, simple as they are, who is going 

 to predict the coming of the day when they will cease 

 to be prized as one of the gems of literature ? 



" She dwelt among- the untrodden ways, 

 Beside the springs of Dove, 

 A maid whom there were none to praise. 

 And very few to love. 



" A violet by a mossy stone. 

 Half hidden from the eye ; 

 Fair as a star when only one 

 Is shining in the sky. 



" She lived unknown, and few could know 

 When Lucy ceased to be ; 

 But she is in her grave, and oh, 

 The difference to me ! " 



