SIXTH DAY. 169 



of my fellow-men. It has been well remarked 

 that solitude reigns supreme in the greatest 

 cities, " for a crowd is not company, and 

 faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk 

 but a tinkling cymbal where there is no 

 love." 



J. This love of a country life is after 

 all, I believe, inherent, and scarcely to be 

 acquired. 



S. Perhaps you are right; in my case 

 it is so, for my father loved the country as 

 I do, and like me was an angler. An old 

 farmer, one of my neighbours, says, u Talk o' 

 music, there 's nothing like two flails and a 

 cuckoo !" Now, though I am not quite of 

 the same mind, I confess, that sounds like 

 those are to me sweet music. 



" Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, 

 Exhilarate the spirit, and restore 

 The tone of languid Nature." 



The notes which come from barn and mill 

 have a peculiar charm for my ear. Yes, even 



