Sketches of leafy Warwickshire, rural and urban . se ruby breast has the sun-glint upon it sogloriously this morning, is given over to pensiveness. He seemslike the bird of sorrow, and as though he were acquainted withgrief. Through the farmyard we go, leaving the feathered peopleto eat their fill, and return to their vacated orchestra in the B I 12 Leafy Warwickshire trees. The air is scented with the perfume of the aftermath,mingled with the faint odour of sweet wood-briar. A beewhizzes past our ear on his honey-gathering errand. As thesun gleams upon the yellow of its back, it looks like a
Sketches of leafy Warwickshire, rural and urban . se ruby breast has the sun-glint upon it sogloriously this morning, is given over to pensiveness. He seemslike the bird of sorrow, and as though he were acquainted withgrief. Through the farmyard we go, leaving the feathered peopleto eat their fill, and return to their vacated orchestra in the B I 12 Leafy Warwickshire trees. The air is scented with the perfume of the aftermath,mingled with the faint odour of sweet wood-briar. A beewhizzes past our ear on his honey-gathering errand. As thesun gleams upon the yellow of its back, it looks like a sparkof fire llying through space. Now the morning grows in grace like a young child. Still-ness gives place to sound. Natures choristers, heralded by theyellowhammer, who is perched high on a wych-elm, essay tofill the air with music. Breakfast is over with the farm is a rattling of chains, a neighing of horses, and workis beoun in earnest. The woman Meaner o-oes to the field—one of the happiest creatures under a Warwickshire €^t ^d^teU: A SKETCH OF LEAMINGTON PRIORS. trbe riDiMan^ Bctbesba: A SKETCH OF LEAMINGTON PRIORS. ^T was Nathaniel Hawthorne who bestowed upon this charming^ Warwickshire town the poetical appellation of The Mid-land Bethesda. After a time, he improved upon that title bycalling Leamington A home for the homeless all the yearround. He wrote much about Leamington, in his ownbewitching style, for he had sojourned there, and partaken ofthe comfort which is forthcoming in every v/ell-regulated home. Then he departed this life, and the home lost a truefriend; for, although John Ruskin came and professed to besmitten with the beauty of the Leamington cornfields, the home seemed to lansfuish from some cause or other. Perhaps it was because its comfort-giving properties fell fromtheir high estate. It may have been that the cornfields, withtheir red poppies and white moon-daisies, began to disappear, andthe village to degenerate int
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