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Mature Motes : 
tEbe Selborne Society’s Ilfoaga3tne. 
No. 196. APRIL, 1906. Vol. XVII. 
TO A THRUSH ON A MID-MARCH MORNING. 
When inconsolable the wild March wind 
Mourns thro’ the dusk, and therewithal the rain 
Beats a loud tambour on my window-pane 
With melancholy music, then my mind 
Sure solace in a single voice can find, 
My voice of triumph that no winds restrain 
Nor tears from out of Heaven can make in vain, 
Voice of the Spring with daffodils behind 
And daisies soon to follow calm and clear. 
For all the gusty turbulence of March, 
For ail the rush of intermittent showers, 
Comes with thy song new hope of leafy bowers, 
New sight of rubies in the yellowing larch, 
And at thy call all love-tides reappear. 
H. D. Rawnsley. 
A SEA SHORE IN BRITISH GUIANA. 
T is a broiling hot day in April, and as I sit in the 
verandah, or “ gallery ” as it is usually called in Guiana, 
I look over a series of parched fields in which the 
grass has turned brown and the earth is a network of 
cracks several inches deep ; and, in spite of the reputation of the 
Corentyn coast for breezes, there is no air stirring. Let us go 
down to the sea-shore and see if we can find a breeze there. 
The high road which leads from New Amsterdam up to 
Plantation Sheldon on the Corentyn River is at no point very 
distant from the sea-shore : a trench, which receives the drainage 
of the land, runs alongside the road, and at intervals there are 
cross-trenches, spanned by wooden bridges, which carry the 
surplus water into the sea. We will follow one of these cross- 
trenches to the sea-shore. 
