WITH BUSKIN. 35 



against the dark magnolias of a low shore 

 line, as it glides into the little harbor. 



After all even Buskin, is hard to read in the 

 " lap of nature." Give me something lighter, 

 a volume of Keats or Wordsworth; or no, 

 give me nothing by nobody ; let me lie in this 

 balmy spot and dream and see visions and be 

 free from the cunning of genius and the tricks 

 of talent. 



