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welcome that brings money ; otherwise he may 

 step by the borders of Bawtry, and consult the 

 melancholy streams of Idle, whose banks are 

 burdned with segs and bulrushes. But these 

 glittering streams over which we now pass, flow 

 from the sharps of merry Merial. 



TJieoph. Why then we touch on the skirts of 

 the Forest. 



Am. We have pass'd through the heart on't, 

 for now we discover the weather-beaten walls, 

 and the ruinous battlements of the town of 

 Newark, whose flourishing fields are bath'd with 

 the slippery streams of silver Trent, that glides 

 along through the fragrant fields, to wash the 

 foundation of her florid meadows ; so tumbles 

 down, but with a soft and murmuring noise, 

 from her more remote and westerly fountains. 

 Thus Trent slides along through diversified mix- 

 tures, and various soils, (besides polite and glit- 

 tering sands) amalgamiz'd with marly oakry 

 earths, alabaster rocks, red and discoloured clays, 

 and polish'd pavements of transparent stones. 

 So that from the west, with a strong and swift 

 current, Trent drinks up the torpid surly Sow 

 that floats near the walls of the town of Stafford. 

 And then the timorous Tame falls in, that glides 

 below the town of Tarn worth ; the silent Dove 

 also, that melts the smiling banks of Tidbury, 

 mingles her streams with Trent below Monk's 



