BATHING-POOL. 
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caudifasciatus)^ that have built their nest in a shrub 
thereon, and make the air vocal with their early cries 
of OP — p p — p — Q, as they seem impatiently to 
call for the rising sun. Suddenly the brook plunges 
over a ridge of limestone rock into a secluded pool, 
hidden from view by overhanging trees, and by the 
pasture boundary -wall, which crosses the stream just 
at the waterfall. Thick matted masses of the Wall- 
Marigold, festooned with the clustered blossoms of a 
yellow Convolvulus, and the magnificent fiowers of 
the Violet Hogmeat {Ipomcea violacea) cover the 
wall, and project far over the water on each side of 
the cascade, the spray from which keeps them ever 
verdant, and ever in bloom ; while the living prin- 
ciple preserves them from becoming covered with the 
tuberculous incrustation of friable lime, which is 
thickly deposited upon every other object within 
reach of the spray. A tall Fiddlewood tree spreads 
its branches over the spot, gay at the time of which 
I speak (June), with its conspicuous bunches of 
crimson berries, relieving the dark green hue of its 
foliage. 
To this little clear pool I usually resorted in the 
middle of the day to bathe ; delighting to hold my 
head under the waterfall, and to receive its sudden 
coldness like an electric shock upon my back, 
until the stimulus ceased ; and then to lie at full 
length in the shallow, just covered by the limpid 
element. How refreshing this is, those only can tell, 
who have felt the lassitude produced by a vertical 
sun ; and how conducive to health, I can thankfully 
testify. Several pleasant observations have I made 
