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drives of Hyde Park, that freedom from intrusion 

 which he in vain sought among the hills. 



The evil of those papers is not confined to tempting 

 sober, quiet people, who, 



" Along the cool sequestered vale of life 

 Have kept the noiseless tenor of theirway," 



have walked in cork soles by the shady side of the 

 Strand or Fleet Street all their lives to set out on a 

 wild-goose chase after the picturesque, the sublime, 

 and the beautiful, among hills and lakes, and then 

 leaving them, as a Will o' the Wisp does his followers, 

 beguiled and laughed at. It extends to others, recall- 

 ing scenes which they can never again visit, and ex- 

 citing longings which can never be gratified. The 

 native of Cumberland or Westmoreland, the man of 

 pleasant Teviotdale, or the child of the mist from 

 the Highlands, 



" Absent long and distant far," 



from the hills and streams which in boyhood he loved, 

 who has been immured for years in a Babel of brick 

 and mortar, is seized, on reading those papers, with a 

 species of calenture. Recollections of the happy days 

 of his boyhood come over his mind as he reads the 

 page, where, in 



" words that breath," 



the faithful picture is pourtrayed. The memory of 

 dear, departed days is recalled, and a full tide of plea- 



