130 STUDIES OF NATURE 



CHAPTEE XIV 



A thousand fantasies 

 Begin to throng into my memory, 

 Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, 

 And airy tongues that syllable men's names 

 On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. 



JOHN MILTON. Comus. 



COERIE : Monday, August 25. 



As our holiday approaches its close we begin 

 to pick up, as it were, things that have been 

 dropped. We remember how many walks that 

 we proposed to take have not been taken ; how 

 many places we intended to visit have remained 

 unvisited. We become economical with our time, 

 and systematic in our arrangements ; this place 

 and that, at any rate, must not be forgotten or 

 overlooked. I suppose it is always so ; in that 



