2/6 A YEAR WITH NATURE. 



of the popular reader, and it is to him we look for any appre- 

 ciation which is our due. Where the pen has failed to convey 

 an impression we hope the camera will convince and enlighten. 

 Even at this season we dwell in happy memory on the 

 past, when 



'The Cuckoo told his name to all the hills; 

 The mellow Ouzel fluted in the elm; 

 The Redcap whistled; and the Nightingale 

 Sang loud, as tho' he were the bird of day.' 



