FORTUNE-TELLER. 107 
COREOPSIS. 
The lovely cottage in the guardian nook, 
-With its own clear brook, 
Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! 
Wordsworth. 
Far remote 
From such unpleasing sounds as haunt the 
ear 
In village or in town; the bay of curs 
Incessant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels, 
And infants clamorous, whether pleased or 
pained. 
Cowper. 
