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MAY-DAY ON THE EXE 



" Six weeks every year among crag and 

 heather/' is Charles Kingsley's prescription 

 for the Londoner's holiday ; and, all things 

 considered, it is no bad one. If he is a com- 

 paratively free agent, he may apportion them 

 more or less according to his pleasure. For 

 my own part I incline to a fortnight in 

 spring, the last week of April and the first 

 of May, and the rest divided between August 

 and September. This is, of course, only in- 

 dividual preference, and is inspired by the 

 fact that I must have my spring trout-fishing 

 even at the cost of suffocating in London 

 during July. 



There are many people who agree with 

 me. About the middle of April you shall 

 often see a contemplative person standing 

 with his back to the busy throng and his 



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