. Our village. to thetroop of lambs has selected her own, given her a gentlebutt, and trotted off; the poor rebuked lamb followingmeekly, but every now and then stopping and casting THE DELL ,,, a longing- look at its playmates ; who, after a momentsawed pause, had resumed their gambols ; whilst thestately dame every now and then looked back in herturn, to see that her little one was following. At lastshe lay down, and the lamb by her side. I never sawso pretty a pastoral scene in my life.^. Ah / little rcurues ! ^ I have seen one which afiecteil me mucli more. ^\alkinJ^ in tlioChurch-lane wit
. Our village. to thetroop of lambs has selected her own, given her a gentlebutt, and trotted off; the poor rebuked lamb followingmeekly, but every now and then stopping and casting THE DELL ,,, a longing- look at its playmates ; who, after a momentsawed pause, had resumed their gambols ; whilst thestately dame every now and then looked back in herturn, to see that her little one was following. At lastshe lay down, and the lamb by her side. I never sawso pretty a pastoral scene in my life.^. Ah / little rcurues ! ^ I have seen one which afiecteil me mucli more. ^\alkinJ^ in tlioChurch-lane with one of the young ladies of the vicarage, we met a largoflock of sheep, with the usual retinue of shepherds and dogs. Lingeringafter them and almost out of sight, we encountered a straggling ewe, nowtrotting along, now walking, and every now and then stopjiing to lookback, and bleating. A little behind her came a lame lamb, bleatingoccasionally, as if in answer to its dam, and doing its very best to keep upwith her. It was a lameness of both the fore-feet; the knees were bent,and it seemed to walk on the very edge of the hoof—on ti]i-top, if I mayventure such an expression. My young friend thought that llie lameness I 1,4 OUR \ILLAGK Another turning of the dell gives a glimpse of thedark coppice b} which it is backed, and from whichwc are separated by some marshy, rush}- ground, \\herethe springs have formed into a pool, and where themoor-hen loves to build her nest. Ay, there is
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