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thing to get scared about. 

 A single look at a crow 

 shows that he has a long head, and it 

 is not all mouth either. 



Every day now makes a transformation in 

 the landscape. The golden stars upon the 

 lawn are nearly all burnt out : we see their 

 downy ashes in the grass. Their virgin 

 flame is quenched, and naught remains but 

 those ethereal globes of smoke that rise up 

 and float away with every breeze. Where 

 is there in all nature's marvels a more ex- 

 quisite creation than this evanescent phoe- 

 nix of the dandelion ? Beautiful in life, 

 it is even more beautiful in death. And 

 now the high-grown grass is cloudy with 

 its puffs, whose little fairy 

 parachutes are sailing ^?' 

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plumes, and 



the horse and cultivator are seen 



breaking up the soil between the 



rows. Great snowy piles of cloud 



shadows across the patchwork of ploughed fields and meadows, fresh and 



throw their gliding 



