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His faithful wife, sole partner of his cares,
All day they ply their task; with mutual chaty
But when high noon invites to short repast,
ON THE DARK, STILL, DRY, WARM WEATHER
OCCASIONALLY HAPPENING IN THE WINTER WONTHS.
TH' imprison'd winds slumber within their caves,
All Nature nodding seems composed : thick steams,
Push'd by the weightier atmosphere, up springs The ponderous mercury, from scale to scale Mounting, amidst the Torricellian tube.*
While high in air, and poised upon his wings, Unseen, the soft, enamour'd woodlark runs
* The barometer.
Through all his maze of melody ; the brake,
Sooth'd by the genial warmth, the cawing rook
The ploughman inly smiles to see upturn
The happy schoolboy brings transported forth
Not so the museful nge :-abroad he walks
For days, for weeks, prevails the placid calm. At length some drops prelude a change : the sun With ray refracted, bursts the parting gloom, When all the chequer'd sky is one bright glare.
Mutters the wind at eve; th' horizon round With angry aspect scowls: down rush the showers, And float the deluged paths, and miry fields.
NATURAL HISTORY OF SELBORNE,
IX A SERIES OF LETTERS ADDRESSED TO
THOMAS PENNANT, Esq.
THE HOY. DAINES BARRINGTON.