88 SPRING-TIDE. 



herald of wet, I believe, when seen in the 

 morning. What says Simon ? 



Simon. Eez, zur it 's allus a zign o"* 

 wet then : as we zays in this country 



" The rainbow in th' marnin' 

 Gies the shepherd warnin' 



To car' his girt cwoat on his hack ; 



But, 



The rainbow at night 

 Is the shepherd's delight, 

 For then no girt cwoat wull he lack." 



J. How lovely the landscape looks 

 beneath that splendid arc, while the birds 

 seem to sing with tenfold vehemence as it 

 brightens. The thrushes song, in yonder 

 hawthorn bush, is delightfully sweet. 



S. Yes, he has already breakfasted on 

 the snails which this humid morning has 

 tempted to venture forth. The angler does 

 not find a meal so readily, and I must pre- 

 sently entreat the hospitality of an honest 

 miller, who has before now given me both 

 food and shelter. 



