A COUNTRY LANE. 



NE of the pleasures enjoyed 

 by a contemplative resident in 

 the country is a quiet rural 

 lane. Independent of its many 

 attractions, you can pace to and 

 fro in it, whenever you please, 

 unmolested, and without being 

 looked upon as an intruder. This 

 is not always the case when your 

 footsteps stray in other directions. 

 If you happen to take an innocent 

 stroll through the green fields it is 

 not unlikely you may be brought 

 up by a glaring notice-board, nailed 

 on some conspicuous tree, giving 

 you the neighbourly intimation that, if 

 caught, you will be prosecuted "to the 

 utmost rigour of the law." Wishful, 

 perhaps, to evade such dire punition, you 

 raise your eyes to the breezy uplands, and scaling the 



