DUM CAPIMUS CAPIMUR: 9 



Harleyford Woods, cool breezes, murmuring rivers, 

 and pretty cousin Julia, until the next long vacation. 



" Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 

 O Thames ! that anglers all may see 

 As lovely visions by thy side, 

 As now, fair river, come to me. 

 Oh, glide, fair stream, for ever so, 

 Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, 

 Till all our minds for ever flow 

 As thy deep waters now are flowing." 



H. G. P. 



