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PASTORAL DAYS. 



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illumined door-way. A quiet, cosy supper, and in the rays of a gleaming 

 lantern, held aloft to light our path, we follow our lengthening shadows to 



( the old front gate. Repeat this day's 



O record fourteen times, and you have 



the sum of a happy experience, 



with but one drawback: it 



had an end — an end that 



would have left its reaction, 



were it not for the store 



T of increased pleasure 



that awaited us for the 



few closing days of 



our pilgrimage — 



or me, at least, 



although in 



other scenes, 



its climax. 



Many like 

 me are hap- 

 py in the 

 possession of 

 a dear old 

 homestead ; 

 but there are 

 few, I ween, who 

 enjoy the bless- 

 ing of a double 

 inheritance such 

 as has been my 

 ot — two homes 

 equal devotion, two 

 choice ; the one this 

 town, and the other — 

 be there soon, for the 

 the carriage awaits us 

 teen miles is before us 



wnich share my 

 homes without a 

 beloved heirloom in Home- 

 But you shall see. We shall 

 little satchel is packed, and 

 at the gate. A drive of eigh- 

 — a beautiful series of pictures. Down through the village, past the old 

 red mill and smithy, with its ringing anvil, and we are soon winding; our 



A SOUVENIR. 



