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along the hedgerows, the glittering, towering coach 

 coming up to us. He had time to say : " Man, this 

 canna be vera bad for us ! " No, not very ; only we did 

 not know then how bad it would be for us when, after the 

 dream-like existence had passed and we were back once 

 more to our labors of this work-a-day world, thrown out 

 as it were from a paradise and falling as Milton's Satan 

 fell ; but it's better to have loved and lost than never 

 to have loved at all. 



Fortunately we did not know then that for months 

 after our fall there were to be only sad memories of days 

 of happiness so unalloyed that they can never again be 

 equalled. It is not at all desirable to be honestly per- 

 suaded that you never again can have seven weeks of 

 such days as made us happy, innocent children ; but we 

 shall see. There are as good fish in the sea as were ever 

 caught, and though it is true they do not seem to bite 

 as they used to, may be we can venture to try coaching 

 again. The height of our musical season was during 

 this part of the journey. Miss R., Miss J., and Mrs. 

 K. are all musical and blessed with the power of song. 

 Messrs. M., McC. and K. differ only as one star differs 

 from another in glory ; and there was another gentle- 

 man, who shall be nameless, who sang without being 

 asked, and who, as usual, was not encored by his unap- 

 preciative audience, his being evidently the music of the 

 future. 



Davie deserves notice. He sang a beautiful Scotch 



