We adjourned, at a late hour, for the stars were already twinkling in the sky when we turned our horses’ heads homewards. The cool evening breeze, and the exhilaration of a rapid pace, kept up the flow of our spirits until we parted for the night—though we did not separate until we had drunk a parting cup at the house of that most hospitable of hosts, Deacon Green.
The next meeting of the club found me again amongst them. But the incidents of the second dinner must be reserved for another paper.
H. P.
A FOREST SCENE.
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BY MRS. R. S. NICHOLS.
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I wandered out in summer time,
One pleasant afternoon,