A MORNING WALK. 13 



pure air of this beautiful morning and by 

 the exercise. We have outstayed our limit, 

 and breakfast, for which we are now ready, 

 will be awaiting us. Time flies to him who 

 is actively employed. How different it is with 

 the indolent and careless, who lie long in bed, 

 and find time heavy on their hands. "Haven't 

 time," is the idle man's excuse. It isn't time, 

 but the will that is wanting. So our thoughts 

 run on as we retrace our footsteps, chanting 

 an appropriate verse from the poet Gray 



" At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing, 



'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay ; 

 All Nature's children feel the matin spring 

 Of life reviving with reviving day." 



