WHERE THE GREEN LEAVES QUIVER. 203 
which a wise and beneficent Creator has carpeted 
the earth. We all, without distinction of rank or 
position, love to see Nature robed in her purest 
dress. All of us enjoy the songs of the birds, 
the hum of insect life, and the sweet breath of 
the flowers and herbs. But to thousands on 
thousands of dwellers in crowded cities, the glad 
sights and sounds, and the deep sense of enjoy- 
ment which a ramble across fields, by hedge- 
rows, and through forest glades conveys, are 
unknown. The wealthy amongst us on the ap- 
proach of the hot and scorching days of summer 
can leave the dusty and burning streets, and 
betake themselves to the country, there to enjoy 
the beauties of Nature. But the poor and the 
toilworn can rarely obtain even the slightest 
glimpse of the life which exists outside our London 
walls. For such it is— 
‘Work, work, work ! 
Till the brain begins to swim ; 
Work, work, work ! 
Till the eyes are heavy and dim.’ 
From year’s end to year’s end it is the same 
