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On another are the following pretty lines : 



The cup of life just with her lips she pressed, 

 Found the taste bitter, and declined the rest ; 

 Averse then turning from the face of day, 

 She softly sighed her little soul away. 



From Northen to Manchester the ways are many. 

 One is to walk two miles and a half along the lanes to 

 Sale Moor station; a second, to follow the southern 

 bank of the river to Jackson's boat; a third, is to cross 

 the fields into the Cheadle road, and catch the townwards 

 omnibus, a distance of less than a mile; and the last, to 

 our own mind much the pleasantest first along the 

 northern bank for about a mile, and then across the fields 

 towards Platt and Rusholme. The commencement of 

 the last-named is exceedingly delightful, the water flow- 

 ing on the left, woods and pastures upon the right, in 

 the evening sweetly enlivened by the cuckoo. Nothing 

 in the year's round of pleasure is more heart-soothing 

 than an hour in these quiet fields immediately after 

 sunset, while it is too light for the stars, but the planets 

 peer forth in their beautiful lustre, and the darkness 

 quickens our ears to the slightest sound. The nightingale 

 alone is wanting to complete the effect, but we have no 

 nightingales near Manchester. There is nothing for 

 them to eat, and they stay away. The bird sometimes 

 mistaken for the nightingale, from its singing at the same 

 hours, and running through a variety of notes, is the 

 sedge-warbler. 



Enjoying this sweet neighbourhood in early summer, 

 and while it is yet broad day, one can hardly fail to 



