On the Surrey Hills. 



in the midst of the crowning brightness, and face to 

 face with the most lovely forms, awakened to find that 

 we had a touch of cramp from over-walking ourselves, 

 and wished and wished we could fall asleep and just 

 begin that dream within a dream again, exactly where 

 we had left off. " Beautiful indeed is youth, for every- 

 thing is allowed to it." 



Into what a different region, with what different 



associations does this second house take one ! Sweetly 

 embowered in greenery, for elms, limes, pines, birches, 

 and poplars deliciously intermingle with lilacs, labur- 

 nums, and hollies, and even a rowan-tree (mountain 

 ash) or two, and close it in on all sides, save the front 

 entrance, which you see. It is delightfully situated on 

 a little shelf on the side of one of the Surrey hills, and 

 looks like a nest with the bird sitting on it. Seen 

 from below as you advance to it, it appears literally to 



