118 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



heart to tell the man to take you away : and 

 it would do no good if I had ; he would n't 

 do it. The man has not a taking way. 

 Munch on, ruminant creature. The frost 

 will soon come ; the grass will be brown. I 

 will be charitable while this blessed lull con- 

 tinues : for our benevolences must soon be 

 turned to other and more distant objects, 

 the amelioration of the condition of the 

 Jews, the education of theological young men 

 in the West, and the like. 



I do not know that these appearances are 

 deceitful ; but I sufficiently know that this is 

 a wicked world to be glad that I have taken 

 it on shares. In fact, I could not pick the 

 pears alone, not to speak of eating them. 

 When I climb the trees, and throw down the 

 dusky fruit, Polly catches it in her apron ; 

 nearly always, however, letting go when it 

 drops, the fall is so sudden. The sun gets 

 in her face ; and, every time a pear comes 

 down, it is a surprise, like having a tooth 

 out, she says. 



" If I could n't hold an apron better than 



