62 JUNE. 



long. For myself, I would be quite content with 

 two Flies, the Alder, and my favourite Coach- 

 man in the evening the evening after all for 

 my success. 



But now I see the damps are rising; the 

 rook doth homeward wing his weary flight ; the 

 anxious mother beckons to her child, who quits 

 the rural game for rest ; the cattle low, and seek 

 their weather-beaten shed ; the feathered tribes 

 forsake the silvery lake, and march in mimic 

 order towards the barn ; the watch dog barks 

 at every distant sound, and twinkling lights 

 come dancing through the shadowed leaves, the 

 water bears reflection of the coming night, and 

 now the laughing star of evening is up, as if 

 sprung suddenly to existence : all warn me of the 

 many fields and long dark lanes that I have yet 

 to tread ere I reach home. My companions have 

 no doubt retired from the stream. There is no 

 appearance of a human being, except yon lazy 

 shepherd, whistling, and leaning o'er the gate, 

 and gazing on he knows not what, so I'll 



