Haunts of ancient peace . themselveswith, pears, apples, plums, nuts, and blackber-ries. Many a healthy little face, and carefullywashed, tenderly-trimmed pinafore, was stained,but in no way spoilt, by the crimson juice ofthese, in rambling among which they had doubt-less passed a goodly part of the morning; andthe sight of them made one long to be youngagain oneself, and to go blackberrying in themeandering meadow-bordering lanes. Therewas not a village, and scarcely a house, we passed,but had its clambering vine, and bright littleterritory of flowers. The feudal fronts of theproud, and the h
Haunts of ancient peace . themselveswith, pears, apples, plums, nuts, and blackber-ries. Many a healthy little face, and carefullywashed, tenderly-trimmed pinafore, was stained,but in no way spoilt, by the crimson juice ofthese, in rambling among which they had doubt-less passed a goodly part of the morning; andthe sight of them made one long to be youngagain oneself, and to go blackberrying in themeandering meadow-bordering lanes. Therewas not a village, and scarcely a house, we passed,but had its clambering vine, and bright littleterritory of flowers. The feudal fronts of theproud, and the honeysuckled porches of thelowly, all alike seemed Haunts of AncientPeace, all dwelling comely and secure, underthe gentle, unfelt, but continuing and irresis-tible rule of the paternal Past. H: $ ^i: ^ H: ^ $ I suppose, said Lamia, I am like theoccupants of our stables. Constantly fidgetingto leave their stalls, they are yet more anxiousto return to them. So, after three weeks ofvagrant enjoyment, I return, with something. Q HAUNTS OF ANCIENT PEACE 183 more than resignation, to the Garden ThatWe Love. The above was in answer to the reminder,on my part, of her professed weariness with it;for, now more than any of us, she seemed torejoice in our home-coming and our return tothe stationary seclusion that is our usual con-dition. We found less change than I had ex-pected ; partly perhaps because the season hadmoved on without either parching heat orinjurious rain, and partly, maybe, because ourhome somehow has an air of having alwaysbeen there, and it needs the revolutionarywinter months noticeably to change it. In awell-ordered garden, where foresight is habitu-ally present, the ostensible difference betweenwhat it looks like at the beginning of Septem-ber, and then again towards Michaelmas, is butslight. The colours perhaps are richer andriper at the later than the earlier date, and itrequires an eye very observant of detail to notethat Autumn is of her hectic beauty we
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