XVI INTRODUCTION. 



Thy throne is on the mountain-top, 

 Thy fields the boundless air ; 

 And hoary peaks that proudly prop . 

 The skies thy dwellings are. 



Next pay we a visit to the placid pool, and there 



The stately sailing Swan 

 Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale 

 And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet 

 Bears onward fierce and guards his osier isle 

 Protective of his young. 



And not far off we shall behold the Coot " rocked 

 on the bosom of the sleepless wave." 



And again, when strolling by the grassy side of 

 some retired stream 



Did, you never the royal Kingfisher see, 

 Resting himself on the willow tree ! 



Let us turn our steps to the wide moor stretched out 

 north, south, east, and west, as far as the eye can 

 reach, and having seemingly no boundary save the 

 encircling horizon, 



There to his cackling dames, 

 On blooming heaths and secret lawns dispers'd, 

 The Red Grouse calls. 



