262 S aimon Fishing. 



And not a symptom of change to be seen, 

 Away they hastened in gladness and glee, 

 As safe, as though roosting beside the sea. 

 Ah ! they little knew of a foe on high, 

 Soaring above them in the bright blue sky ; 

 Till just as they paused and slackened their flight, 

 Dashed a Falcon down, like a flash of light ; 

 And while one poor bird lay bleeding behind, 

 The rest fled scattered, like dust by the wind. 

 Thus to bird as man may the sunniest day 

 Too often close in grief and dismay, 

 When Death draws near with a pitiless blow 

 To sever the closest of ties below. 



To a real lover of nature, not only when she 

 unfolds to the eye a wide, extended picture, 

 made up of her choicest materials in the 

 aggregate ; but also scatters around rich and 

 varied supplies, now of flowers and ferns in 

 hedge-rows and lone corners ; and now of noble 

 trees, alone, or in groups, and in every graceful 

 form, and faultless outline ; is it possible to 

 behold these, and kindred sights, and yet go 

 fretful and disatisfied home because Salmo had 

 shunned his acquaintance ? 



Not soon shall I forget the wild look of 



