| [No. 110] | Friday, July 6, 1711 | Addison |
Horror ubique animos, simul ipsa silentia terrent.
Virg.
At a little distance from Sir
Roger
's House, among the Ruins of an old Abby, there is a long Walk of aged Elms; which are shot up so very high, that when one passes under them, the Rooks and Crows that rest upon the Tops of them seem to be cawing in another Region. I am very much delighted with this sort of Noise, which I consider as a kind of natural Prayer to that Being who supplies the Wants of his whole Creation, and
who
, in the beautiful Language of the
Psalms
, feedeth the young Ravens that call upon him.