. Our village. ^fie OfcfjeGiiie ai ^S^rfglyf^,. -=ane l^~ik.— What a glowing glorious day !Summer in its richest prime, noon in itsmost sparkling brightness, little whiteclouds dappling the deep blue sl<)-,and thesun, now partially veiled, and now burst-ing through them with an intensity of light! It wouldnot do to walk to-day, professedly to walk,—we shouldbe frightened at the very sound ! and )-et it is probablethat we may be beguiled into a prett} long stroll beforewe return home. We are going to drive to the oldhouse at Aberleigh, to spend the morning under theshade of those balmy firs,
. Our village. ^fie OfcfjeGiiie ai ^S^rfglyf^,. -=ane l^~ik.— What a glowing glorious day !Summer in its richest prime, noon in itsmost sparkling brightness, little whiteclouds dappling the deep blue sl<)-,and thesun, now partially veiled, and now burst-ing through them with an intensity of light! It wouldnot do to walk to-day, professedly to walk,—we shouldbe frightened at the very sound ! and )-et it is probablethat we may be beguiled into a prett} long stroll beforewe return home. We are going to drive to the oldhouse at Aberleigh, to spend the morning under theshade of those balmy firs, and amongst those luxuriantrose trees, and by the side of that brimming Do not expect us before six oclock, said I, asI left the house ; Six at soonest ! added my charm-ing companion ; and off we drove in our little ponychaise, drawn by our old mare, and \\ith the good-humoured urchin, Henrys successor, a sort of )oungcrScrub, who takes care of horse and chaise, and cow andgarden, for our charioteer. i-n OUR AILLACE Sly comr
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