Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

Rich with the spoils of time.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.