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NATURE NOTES. 
Naj’, by the mountains that have given us men, 
By free far-echoing waters that make bold 
Our hearts to high endeavour, let us stand 
Firm for the beauty of our native land. 
Not wail like ghosts in some fume-blasted glen. 
But drive the tyrant hence, yea, even with gold ! 
The Council of the Selborne Society has purchased from 
Messrs. Valentine & Co., of Dundee, the right to reproduce their 
photograph of the principal Fall, which we are glad to place 
before our readers. The National Trust memorial includes the 
following lines of Burns : — 
“ Among the heathy hills and ragged woods. 
The roaring Foyers pours his mossy floods. 
Till, full, he dashes on the rocky mounds, 
Where, through a shapeless breach, his stream resounds. 
As high in air the bursting torrents flow. 
As deep recoiling surges foam below. 
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends. 
And viewless Echo’s ear, astonished, rends. 
Dim seen through rising mists and ceaseless showers. 
The hoary cavern, wide surrounding, lowers ; 
Still through the gap the struggling river toils. 
And still, below, the horrid caldron boils.” 
“ The pool and the whole rent of the mountains,” said 
Coleridge to Southey in one of his recently published letters, 
“ is truly magnificent.” 
JEFFERIES AND THOREAU.* 
It is long since we took into our hands so dainty a volume as that in which 
Messrs. Longmans have produced these thoughts from the writings of Richard 
Jefferies. Messrs. Constable are well known as printers of beautiful books, and 
here we have on hand-made paper, at a price which puts it within the reach of 
all, a charming example of their w'ork. The binding is worthy of the type. 
Even those who are familiar with Richard Jefferies’ books will be glad t® become 
possessed of this anthology, gathered from some of them with loving and ap- 
preciative care by Mr. ^\ a)'len. Like the wayside flowers so many of them 
commemorate, they may be overlooked among the wealth of observation and 
description which tills every page of Jefferies’ volumes ; and some will assuredly 
be new to most readers. The temptation to quote two or three of these is 
irresistible, and we shall thus be doing more than by any words of our own to 
recommend this delightful book. 
Here, from one of his less knowm books, is a charming passage on wild 
flowers : “ Wild flowers alone never become commonplace. The white wood- 
sorrel at the foot of the oak, the violet in the hedge of the vale, the thyme on the 
wind-swept downs ; they were as fresh this year as last, as dear to-day as twenty 
* Thoughts from the Writings of Richard Jefferies. Selected by H. S. H. 
Waylen. (London : Longmans. 3s. 6d.) 
Selections from Thoreau. Edited with an Introduction by Henry S. Salt. 
(London : Macmillan & Co. 3s. 6d.) 
