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recently made. Between the narrow path and the field is a 

 steep grassy bank, which is beautified by a profusion of 

 summer flowers. Here is the thistle-like knapweed with its 

 bright red flowers, there the pale lilac scabious, yonder a 

 tall branching plant of wild mignonette ; at our feet is the 

 blue chicory, and near it a brilliant patch of yellow bird's- 

 foot trefoil, whilst on the more level portions a luxuriant 

 carpet of yellow bed-straw is to be seen. Near the bush 

 yonder we observe the tall spikes of the mullein (Verbas- 

 cum), replaced a little farther on by the bells of the larger 

 blue campanula, whilst the white bed-straw attempts to 

 climb into the bushes, which are scattered here and there, 

 and to overtop its less pushing neighbours. Here, too, 

 are 



" The thyme, strong scented 'neath one's feet, 

 And marjoram so doubly sweet." 



We will not go down the bank yet, but will keep under 

 the wood for a while longer ! Here is a small clearing in 

 the wood, where the wood sage appears to have made its 

 home. There is a large old yew tree, with its spreading 

 branches, nearly reaching to the ground, thrown over the path, 

 its dense and dark foliage forming a pleasant shade this hot 

 July forenoon. The wood gets more dense and tangled. 

 Masses of clematis and bramble climb from bush to bush, and 

 vie with the wild rose in making an impenetrable thicket 

 through which one may in vain attempt to force a path. 



What say you? Shall we rest awhile in this flower- 

 haunted, insect-loving spot ? The ceaseless hum of the bee, 

 the beautiful red of the Tortoiseshell, the brilliant tint of 

 the Adonis Blue, and the pale yellow of the female Brimstone 

 butterflies engage our ears and eyes at once. The pug- 



