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Show . - - ' ,,.tf'r FISHERMAN'S LUCK and the echo of her song outlives, in the hearing of my heart, all memories of the grand opera. The harvest of the gardens and the orchards, the result of prudent planting and patient cultivation, is full of satisfaction. We anticipate it in due season, and when it comes we fill our mouths and are grateful. But pray, kind Providence, let me slip over the fence out of the garden now and then, to shake a nut-tree that grows untended in the wood. Give me liberty to put off my black coat for a day, and go a-fishing on a free stream, and find by chance a wild strawberry. 104 LOVERS AND LANDSCAPE |