216 ROUND THE GREAT WHITE HORSE 



the pipe and strike the tuneful strings, though the 

 instrument is the violin and not the lyre, and the scene 

 the cottage on the Downs, and not the groves of 

 Arcady. With them the love of Nature is neither a 

 hobby nor an anodyne, but the hereditary and 

 spontaneous accompaniment of the oldest and most 

 primitive occupation of civilized man. 



