278 THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'. 



Gladly, with thce, I pace along 

 And of sweet fancies dream ; 

 Waking till some inspired song, 

 Within my memory cherished long, 

 Comes fairer forth, 

 With more of worth ; 

 Because that time upon its stream 

 Feathers and chaff will bear away, 

 But give to gems a brighter ray. 



ON quitting the rock, the party made the best of 

 their way to the trout stream, already referred to, 

 and where they hoped to enjoy a good evening's 

 amusement. They were to partake of a cold din- 

 ner on its banks, as Dr. Hastings said that the 

 best sport might be expected late in the day. They 

 were pleased with each others society, their appe- 

 tites were good, and like an excellent old friend of 

 mine, who sets no bounds to his imagination of 

 what he shall kill when he is about to partake of 

 a day's shooting, so our anglers already fancied that 

 they saw a trout at the end of their line at every 

 throw they should make. 



The summer sun had set the evening before in 

 all its glowing colours, and gave the promise that 

 the succeeding day would be a fine one. Nor 

 were they disappointed. The horizon was invested 



