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SUMMER PICTURES. 
“The mountains high, and how they stand! 
The valleys, and the great mainland! 
The trees, the herbs, the towers strong, 
The castles, and the rivers long. 
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On hills then show the ewe and lamb, 
And every young one with his dam; 
Then lovers walk, and tell their tale, 
Both of their bliss and of their bale ; 
Then everything doth pleasure find, 
In that that comforts all their kind.” 
Earl Surrey. 
Each season has its own pictures, and each picture its 
own peculiar feature. In nature nothing is repeated, 
though the whole economy of nature is endless repetition. 
You may have travelled all over the round world, and 
witnessed scenes innumerable, and the productions of 
nature under every variety of aspect, but you never saw 
the same picture twice. The summer-scenes of England 
are peculiarly beautiful, and there is no spot in the world 
which can equal the domestic rusticity and rich verdant 
beauty of English out-door pictures—although I am an 
Englishman, and say so. Italy, the garden of the world, 
is parched up as brown as an old hat, at the season of 
