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the side of streams, and who first said to me, 

 in the language of Wordsworth : 



" Hark ! how blithe the throstle sings, 



And he is no mean preacher, 

 Come forth into the light of things, 

 Let Nature be your teacher. 



" She has a mine of ready wealth, 



Our minds and hearts to bless ; 

 Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, 

 Truth breathed by cheerfulness." 



Reed. For the real enjoyment of life, there 

 is no place like the country. That mode of 

 existence which some people consider the 

 perfection of town life, rising at noon, a 

 lounge at a club-house, a ride in the park, 

 dinner at seven in the evening, a visit to the 

 opera, and afterwards play at some fashion- 

 able gaming-house till three or four in the 

 morning, squares as little with my notion 

 of the true enjoyment of life, as a fopling's 

 " good morning," at four in the afternoon, 

 corresponds with my idea of the time of the 

 day. But my opinions on these subjects are 





