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Cro' Nest yonder, and trip a fairy measure on 

 the dewy leaves of the strawberry-bed. 



But blare ! bang ! and the tinkling of fair) 

 music is drowned by the sonorous strains of the 

 hotel band as they tune up for the German. 

 The " fa' o' the fairy feet " will scarcely, we fear, 

 apply to the solid thump of some stately dow- 

 ager, who now, on her old campaigning-ground, 

 feels the influence that stirred her heart years ago. 



The illusion passes, but the Black-caps re- 

 main, cool and crisp, and we are comforted. 



The guests at the hotel can look down on my 

 garden, and by the aid of a good glass can 

 almost see the berries ripening for their suppers, 

 From little straws on the current I am satisfied 

 that some do look down on the garden in more 

 ways than the one indicated. They are not 

 above its results, and it is astonishing how many 

 berries even the invalids a large number of the 

 ladies profess to be invalids can consume, but 



