THE PARK. 



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scattered here and there, under whose ample shade the 

 cattle repose in the heat of the day. 



THE PARK. 



In summer from out the leafy chambers of the limes 

 there falls the pleasant sound of bees innumerable, the 

 voice of whose trembling wings lulls the listening ear as 

 the drowsy sunshine weighs the eyelid till I walk the 

 avenue in a dream. It leads out into the park — no formal 

 gravel drive, simply a footpath on the sward between the 

 flowering trees : a path that becomes less and less marked 

 as I advance, and finally fades away, where the limes cease, 

 in the broad level of the opening ' greeny field.' These 



