. Little journeys abroad . l. These landed at Iffley to visitthe little Norman church. The churchlooked so interesting: that we regrettedthat we had not time to stop. An hourstrip brought us to Nuneham; and westepped ashore in a fairy-like little bay,where there were swans floating on thewater. Not far from the bank was thelittle tea-house, where picnic parties werealready assembling. Scarcely glancingat the beautiful park in which we were,or at the magnificent oaks and elms aboveour heads, we hastened to secure a tableto ourselves, to order tea, and to open ourbaskets. There we sat for I know
. Little journeys abroad . l. These landed at Iffley to visitthe little Norman church. The churchlooked so interesting: that we regrettedthat we had not time to stop. An hourstrip brought us to Nuneham; and westepped ashore in a fairy-like little bay,where there were swans floating on thewater. Not far from the bank was thelittle tea-house, where picnic parties werealready assembling. Scarcely glancingat the beautiful park in which we were,or at the magnificent oaks and elms aboveour heads, we hastened to secure a tableto ourselves, to order tea, and to open ourbaskets. There we sat for I know nothow long, eking out our repast with that WITH THE DONS IN OXFORD. 293 just one more which is fatal to affec-tations of delicate appetites. Valianttrencher dames of Elizabethan mettle weproved ourselves that afternoon; and ourquiet hour or two spent under the oaksof the park gave us time to compare ourimpressions of Oxford, and to questionwhether we had been even a little en-lightened by our stay. IZAAK WALTONS T HE corner of England wa-tered by the Wye, theTrent, the Dove, andthe Dervvent may berightly called thecountry of Izaak Wal-ton, for through itsdales and along thebanks of its streams he wandered, rod inhand, finding not only material for histreatise on fishing, but health, content-ment, and a quiet mind. It was with nospecial thought, however, of the Englishfisherman that we turned our faces towardBuxton for a month of Derbyshire air;it was rather with the idea that we should IZAAK WALTONS COUNTRY. 295 be only thirty-one miles from the town ofDerby and its celebrated potteries. Wepromised ourselves that we would travelthose thirty-one miles some market-day,in hopes of picking up some of the oddpieces of porcelain which are thrown outfrom the factories and find their way tothe market-place, where cream-pitchers,sugar-bowls, and teapots of old-fashionedform are eagerly bought by housekeepingladies. Our promise, however, was doomedto remain unfulfilled. Buxto
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