THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



doubtfully at the sport. She thinks it hurts the 

 kittens' teeth, and is half disposed to interfere. 



Dear me ! this is very pleasant. A light wind 

 has set the hammock a-swinging, the bees hum 

 drowsily in the limes, and ah, yes ; we are not 

 sleepy, but it is pleasant to close the eyes the 

 translucent green of the leaves above us, and the 

 nicker of the sunlight through them, is rather 

 dazzling. 



" You've been asleep for an hour, and the dinner- 

 bell is ringing." 



"Eh! what? Impossible! Who put all the 

 kittens in the hammock? There is one asleep across 

 our throat. We were in fairyland, but 



' A touch, a kiss the charm was snapt ; 

 There rose a noise of striking clocks, 

 And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, 

 And barking dogs, and crowing cocks.' 



You call us from the shades Elysian to the clang of 

 the dinner-bell and a smell of roast mutton. Shame 

 upon you ! " 



VII. THE MERES. 



We made two excursions to the Mere district, at 

 Ellesmere. For the enlightenment of those who 

 are not acquainted with this lovely district, we 

 may mention that in the north of Shropshire, in 

 a prettily undulating and well-wooded country, are 



