THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



fish in a stone cattle-trough. I hope all 

 true lovers of sport will assist in pre- 

 serving rather than in killing them. — 

 'The Life of the Fields': The Water- 

 Colley. 



IN the bunches of grass and by the 

 gateways the germander speed- 

 well looks like tiny specks of blue 

 stolen, like Prometheus' fire, from the 

 summer sky. — ' The Life of the Fields ' : 

 Notes on Landscape Painting. 



WITHOUT hedges England 

 would not be England. 

 Hedges, thick and high, and 

 full of flowers, birds, and living creatures, 

 of shade and flecks of sunshine dancing 

 up and down the bark of the trees— I 

 love their very thorns. You do not 

 know how much there is in the hedges. 

 We have still the woods, with here and 

 there a forest, the beauty of the hills, 



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