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Thou lover of the daisied sod, 

 Where Spring's white foot hath lately trod; 

 Oh ! lead me forth o'er dales and meads, 

 E'en as her child the mother leads ; 

 And while we saunter, let thy speech 

 God's glory and his goodness preach. 



A. CUNNINGHAM. 



As we were quitting the banks of the river, we 

 observed a heron take its slow and heavy flight, 

 and settle on the edge of the water, where it imme- 

 diately assumed that attitude of patience which is 

 so characteristic of the bird. 



O melancholy bird, a winter's day 



Thou standest by the margin of the pool ; 



And, taught by God, dost thy whole being school 



To patience, which all evil can allay : 



God has appointed thee the fish thy prey; 



And given thyself a lesson to the fool 



Unthrifty 



LORD THURLOW. 



We now took our leave of the Test with great 

 regret, but with a hope of revisiting it the follow- 

 ing year. I have been far from exaggerating its 

 merits as a trout stream, and my only fear is, that 

 some of its admirers will think that I have not said 

 enough in its praise. At particular times and sea- 

 sons, it requires a master of the rod to have a 

 chance of taking any good sized fish, and speaking 

 generally, a bungler had better try his luck in any 

 other stream. 



