"... And yet studded with gardens ; where the salt and 

 tumbling sea receives clear rivers running from among reeds 

 and lilies ; fruitful and austere ; a rustic world ; sunshiny, lewd, 

 and cruel. What is it the birds sing among the trees in pairing- 

 time ? What means the sound of the rain falling far and wide 

 upon the leafy forest ? To what tune does the fisherman whistle, 

 as he hauls in his net at morning, and the bright fish are heaped 

 inside the boat ? These are all airs upon Pan's pipe ; . . . 

 some, like sour spectators at the play, receive the music into 

 their hearts with an unmoved countenance, and walk like 

 strangers through the general rejoicing. But let him feign never 

 so carefully, there is not a man but has his pulses shaken when 

 Pan trots out a stave of ecstasy and sets the world a-singing." 

 Virginibus Puerisqtie. 



ROBERT Louis STEVENSON 



