ttage on one of ts of y  into t ec ruggles going on betal and labour. e kne beyond tory by t of t better make a  tle arred fields and s-breathey shall endure forever.

    People ions reac I sice any difference, except possibly ts, bety streets and in country roads. t t my ions about me. ty smite tramp of an unseen multitude, and t tumult frets my spirit. ts and tonous clangour of macorturing to ttention is not diverted by t is al in treets to people who can see.

    In try one sees only Natures fair  saddened by truggle for mere existence t goes on in ty. Several times I ed ty streets  to t good people sent to live in fine rong and beautiful, s and grostretctle creatures, t and  me h a

    constant sense of pain. too, all gnarled and bent out of s t an endless struggle tence must be--no more ted attempts to do somety bet and opportunity. ts to all  are tys dingy alleys t, and t t and obstruct t;Give us t; y, its splendour and its tumult and its gold, and return to ately as noble trees, and ts s and pure as  is impossible not to turn to try after a year of own.

    a joy it is to feel t, springy eart once more, to follo lead to ferny brooks  of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone o green fields t tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!

    Next to a leisurely ;spinquot; on my tandem bicycle. It is splendid to feel tion of my iron steed. trengt sing.

    is possible, my dog accompanies me on a -eyed spaniels, ters and , erriers. At present tions