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business on hand, which indeed he has, and that is to 

 keep himself alive the only one we have seen on our 

 morning journey with his exquisitely coloured neck 

 and throat and velvety back. They are not tolerated 

 in our region, having such a bad repute for eating 

 fruit-buds, and in the early spring it moved me to see 

 little strings of them brought in by the young farmers 

 just to show what execution they had done, as I could 



not help thinking of the floods of music prematurely 

 silenced but that was not likely to weigh much with 

 them. 



Here we are at a little fence on which I often sit as 

 I pass, just to watch the effect of the first kindling rays 

 of the sun on a bit of water. What a fair world is 

 mirrored there the moment the sun looks in ! The 

 little stagnant deep mirrors wondrous heaven with 

 softer sky, clouds already edged with fire, and fleecy 



