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glides along — (it was much too good to be left incom- 

 plete) — and resuming it the moment he alights. The 

 Cuckoo's always welcome, always thrilling, voice, fell 

 on our startled ears, and settled any lingering doubt 

 of the reality of summer. A gay Greenfinch was 

 busy among the lovely blossoms, crimson and white, 

 that covered a crab-tree in the hedge; and, around the 

 same bush, a large yellow Dragon-fly was pursuing 

 his avocation of hawking for small insects. 



I hope my readers will be indulgent to me in re- 

 peating these details. I am sure tbey must have 

 often enjoyed such scenes; and I love to recal them, 

 not only in the general effect, but in the minute par- 

 ticulars ; I love to linger on the individual features 

 of a pleasant scene ; for, in so doing, I am able in 

 greater fulness to reproduce to my own mind the im- 

 pressions awakened at the time. The delight we all 

 feel in free, pure, wild nature is far too evanescent 

 a thing ; the business and care of life, the stern 

 realities of " this working-day world," rub off the im- 

 print too readily ; let us stereotype it if we can. 



But what connexion is there between all this, and 

 the Marine Aquarium ? Well, I have said, be indul- 

 gent ! I have been idling, I confess ; but still I am 

 on duty. I am going down to the Fleet at Wyke for 

 Actinias : yes, I assure you I am ; and presently I 

 will shew you the result. So farewell to birds, in- 

 sects, flowers and trees, while I make the best of my 

 way onwards. 



I will not tarry to cast a stolen glance at the 

 straggling village of Wyke, with its fine old church 

 tower that serves as a conspicuous landmark to mari- 



