such as these, when the fly cannot be used without the risk of being hitched.— Aut musca aut nihil is my motto, and I rarely resort to other means.

J. What a charming spot!

S. I thought you would be pleased with it. Let us sit down beneath the shade of this bush, and, as you love the picturesque, indulge your fancy awhile.

"Salve, Fons ignote ortu, sacer, alme, perennis, Vitree, glauce, profunde, sonore, illimis, opace!"

Here the Masters of the World may have celebrated their Fontinalia: here, perhaps, the altar was raised

NYMPHIS

ET

FONTIBVS

SACRVM.

and the most poetical of all the rites of polytheism were celebrated by men ignorant