WAYSIDE RAMBLES. 23 



But hold ! I might go rambling on in this way 

 forever, like Tennyson's brook, — or, possibly, like 

 Ixion revolving on his wheel, — describing the odd 

 pranks witnessed in my wayside rambles. It is 

 high time, however, to call a halt ; yet, after a brief 

 breathing-space, these miscellanies will be resumed 

 in the next chapter, which may, with some degree 

 of propriety, be entitled " Bird Curios." 



