i S 6 FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



had a special object in so doing. Their business 

 was kept most religiously to themselves, for very 

 good and palpable reasons. The evil reputation 

 that clung, tightly as their own feathers, to that 

 pair of crows, helped no doubt to keep the coast 

 clear at times, when it was essential that no obstruc- 

 tion should be in the way. 



Our interesting friend was a liberal partaker of 

 adulterated fluids — strong spirits and a little water 

 with them — yet never have I seen him intoxicated 

 or in the least muddled : he only became cheerfully 

 communicative on the subject " o' them 'ere crows," 

 and the topic was with him a lasting one. I ven- 

 tured once to make a remark about his wonderful 

 imbibing powers to his cheery old wife. " Wasn't 

 she afraid the drink would kill him ? " 



"Lor' bless ye!" she replied, "not a bit on it; 

 but I should be most mortal afraid he'd go off his 

 head or die if he waunt able to git it." 



An old man was recently telling me about the 

 herons that built in the trees like rooks, on each side 

 of the carriage- drive ; and how, when the crash of 

 falling masonry and brickwork startled them when 

 the house in question was pulled down, the birds 



