180 My Favourite Summer- Houses. 



beautiful, impressive, and poetical, and fairy-like. Our 

 presence there seemed like an intrusion that only too 



much broke the 

 spell, and some of 

 the glimpses from 

 the borders of the 

 wood showed the 

 commonplace trans- 

 formed to poetry of 

 landscape. 



Do you wonder 

 at my so cherishing 

 the memory of these walks ? Then, if you do, you 

 have not roamed in these sweet regions as I have 



done, at all seasons and all hours of the day, and some 

 hours even of the night, with friends, some of whom 



