. Our village. her leaps, herbounds, her attacks, and her escapes. She darts roundthe lovely little girl, with the same momentary touchthat the swallow skims over the water, and has exactlythe same power of flight, the same matchless ease andstrength and grace. What a pretty picture they wouldmake ; what a pretty foreground they do make to thereal landscape ! The road winding down the hill w^itha slight bend, like that in the High Street at Oxford ;a waggon slowly ascending, and a horseman passing itat a full trot—(ah! Lizzy, Mayflower will certainlydesert you to have a gambol with that blood-
. Our village. her leaps, herbounds, her attacks, and her escapes. She darts roundthe lovely little girl, with the same momentary touchthat the swallow skims over the water, and has exactlythe same power of flight, the same matchless ease andstrength and grace. What a pretty picture they wouldmake ; what a pretty foreground they do make to thereal landscape ! The road winding down the hill w^itha slight bend, like that in the High Street at Oxford ;a waggon slowly ascending, and a horseman passing itat a full trot—(ah! Lizzy, Mayflower will certainlydesert you to have a gambol with that blood-horse !)half-way down, just at the turn, the red cottage of thelieutenant, covered with vines, the very image of comfortand content ; farther down, on the opposite side, thesmall white dwelling of the little mason ; then the limesand the rope-walk ; then the village street, peeping OUR : through the trees, whose clustering tops hide all but the Ichimneys, and various roofs of the houses, and here and. And a horseman passing it ata full trot. there some angle of a wall ; farther on, the elegant town of B , with its fine old church-towers and spires ; the whole view shut in by a range of chalky hills ; and COUNTRY PICTURES 23 over every part of the picture, trees so profuselyscattered, that it appears Hke a woodland scene, withglades and villages intermixed. The trees are of allkinds and all hues, chiefly the finel}-shaped elm, of sobright and deep a green, the tips of whose high outerbranches drop down with such a crisp and garland-likerichness, and the oak, whose stately form is just now sosplendidly adorned by the sunny colouring of the youngleaves. Turning again up the hill, we find ourselves onthat peculiar charm of English scenery, a green common,divided by the road ; the right side fringed by hedge-rows and trees, with cottages and farmhouses irregu-larly placed, and terminated by a double avenue ofnoble oaks ; the left, prettier still, dappled by brightpools of
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