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melancholy? a fellow can't eat his cake and keep it; it's all 

 over and done with, and here I am back at my venerable 

 Coach's again — Homer, Horace. Livy — Livy, Horace, Homer 

 — the old grind ! Adieu to gudgeon and gudgeon fishing, 

 Hurley Bucks, Harleyford Woods, cool breezes, niprmuring 

 livers, and pretty cousin Julia^until the next long vacation.' 



Glide gently, thus for ever glide. 

 O Thames ! that anglers all may see 

 Aslovely visions by thy side. 

 As now, fair river, come to me. 

 Oh, glide, fair stream, for ev«r so, 

 Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, 

 Till all our minds for ever flow 

 As thy deep waters now are flowing. 



H. C-P. 



