192 JULY. 



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The world is too much with us ; late and soon, 

 Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; 

 Little there is in Nature that is ours. 



We give ourselves up to the artificial habits and 

 objects of ambition, till we endanger the higher 

 and better feelings and capacities of our being ; 

 and it is alone to the united influence of religion, 

 literature, and nature, that we must look for the 

 preservation of our moral nobility. Whenever, 

 therefore, I behold one of our old field-paths 

 closed, I regard it as another link in the chain 

 which Mammon is winding around us, — another 

 avenue cut off by which we might fly to the 

 lofty sanctuary of Nature, for power to with- 

 stand him. 



July is named after Julius Caesar, one of 

 whose best deeds was to reform the Calendar. 

 The Saxons called it hcu-monath or hay month ; 

 and Lida-qftera, or second month after the sun's 

 descent. 



About the middle of the month, the shoals of 

 that migratory fish, the pilchard, begin to ap- 

 pear off the coast of Cornwall. Bees begin to 

 kill and expel drones ; and flying ants quit their 

 nests. Hens moult or lose their feathers. The 

 smaller birds do not moult so early, but all 

 renew their plumage before winter, when they 



