CHAPTER V. 



Clje |ttoors anD tije |ttount;iin$. 



" How lonesome ! how wild ! yet the wildness is rife 

 With the stir of enjoyment, the spirit of life. 

 The glad fish leaps up in the heart of the lake, 

 Whose depths at the sullen plunge sullenly quake. 

 Elate on the fern-branch the grasshopper sings, 

 And away in the midst of his roundelay sprLugs ; . . . 

 While high up the mountains, iu silence remote, 

 The cuckoo unseen is repeating his note, 

 And mellowing echo, on watch in the skies, 

 Like a voice from some loftier climate replies." 



— Jo n Wilson. 



" Entered Fox How and the birch copse at 9.25, and here ends journal. 

 We found all our dear children well, and Fox How in such beauty, that 

 no scene in Italy appeared in my eyes comparable to it." — Dr Arnold. 



