70 ON SURREY HILLS. 



led to a noble house is now covered with turf; the 

 deer have given place to less noble game : where 

 they roamed, pheasants and rabbits run about. There 

 is the water where the heron used to fish, nearly 

 choked with aquatic growth ; and there, in the dis- 

 tance, is the moor with its trout stream and tiny rills 

 as of old, where he got his feed of small trout ; but 

 the heron has gone, never, we fear, to return in any 

 numbers. Now and again one or two have revisited 

 the haunt of their ancestors, but they got shot for 

 so doing. Sometimes, when the setting sun flashes 

 on the trunks of those old trees, and lights up the 

 water that is left open of their old fishing-place, 

 when the mist begins to rise from the moorlands, I, 

 too, could wish that the old gentry we used to see 

 there so many years ago could come back once 

 more. 



