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AMICUS. The half-hour is hardly ended and 

 we are in our saddles. What alacrity, when 

 what is agreeable is before us ! And, this in- 

 deed promises to be a pleasant day : the wind 

 is again from the right quarter, mild and 

 fragrant, stealing sweets from your sweetbriar 

 hedge and the violets, your garden violets, 

 beneath it. Again, if you please, as we proceed, 

 point out to me what you think worthy of 

 notice. I have almost forgotten what I saw 

 last year, when we went to Santon Bridge. 



PISCATOK. That I will do with pleasure. And 

 now we are leaving the village, pray be ob- 

 servant of our new church, so finely and well 

 situated both for picturesque effect and con- 

 venience of access. I hope you admire its 

 form, and do not object to its lofty, massive 

 and conspicuous spire. Next Sunday, you must 

 see its interior, and those offerings which it 

 holds to the memory of the poet and his family, 

 which, whatever may be their artistic value, I 

 am sure will please you, as indicative of grate- 

 ful feeling. To prepare you for what you 

 will see, I may mention that they are the 

 windows of painted glass, of which I spoke 

 to you before, one is to Wordsworth, one to 



