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such as these, when the fly cannot be used 

 without the risk of being hitched. Aut 

 musca aut nihil is my motto, and I rarely 

 resort to other means. 



J. What a charming spot ! 



S. I thought you would be pleased 

 with it. Let us sit down beneath the 

 shade of this bush, and, as you love the 

 picturesque, indulge your fancy awhile. 



" Salve, Fons ignote ortu, sacer, alme, perennis, 

 Vitree, glauce, profunde, sonore, illimis, opace ! " 



Here the Masters of the World may have 

 celebrated their Fontinalia: here, perhaps, 

 the altar was raised 



and the most poetical of all the rites of 

 polytheism were celebrated by men ignorant 



