CHAPTER II. 
AT LYNDHURST. 
sf OW delightful to wander into some 
; woodland glade in the early morn- 
ing of a summer Sunday! It is 
doubtless a conventional expres- 
sion to speak of ‘early morning’ 
when it is past six o’clock. The 
day into night and night into day, at a loss 
a to ourselves which is incalculable. Yet 
it ig not all our fault. If this is an age of 
pleasure, it is also an age of hard work. We are 
compelled, to a large extent, to work our bodies and 
our brains far into the night; and the early morn- 
ing finds us wrapped in slumber when we might, © 
but for our nocturnal labours, have been basking 
