DUM CAPIMUS CAPIMUR. 9 
Harleyford Woods, cool breezes, murmuring rivers, 
and pretty cousin Julia, until—the next long vacation. 
“ Glide gently, thus for ever glide, 
O Thames ! that anglers all may see 
As lovely visions by thy side, 
As now, fair river, come to me. 
Oh, glide, fair stream, for ever so, 
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, 
Till all our minds for ever flow 
As thy deep waters now are flowing.” 
H. C. P. 
