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[LETT. 
murmur, very engaging to the imagination, and not unlike the 
cry of a pack of hounds in hollow, echoing woods ; or the rush- 
ing of the wind in tall trees, or the tumbling of the tide upon a 
pebbly shore. When this ceremony is over, with the last gleam 
of day, they retire for the night to the deep beechen woods of 
Tisted and Eopley. We remember a little girl who, as she was 
going to bed, used to remark on such an occurrence, in the true 
spirit of physico-theology, that the rooks were saying their 
prayers ; and yet this child was much too young to be aware 
that the Scriptures have said of the Deity — that " He feedeth 
the ravens who call upon Him." 
