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    over the hills yonder : one could fancy the earth were tired of the hot Day , and said , « Evening , I want you ; ' and so Evening cast the shadow of her shadow down to tell Day she was coming . Poet . Evening , to thy sister Day , Hasten , hasten ! She pants for thee , she faints for thee , Hasten , hasten !

    Freshest dews prepare for her , Coolest airs that rose-leaves stir , Bind her brow with thy moist hair , Hasten , hasten ! Mary Anne . I wish I could extemporize so ! I might try for an hour ere I could make a rhyme for time . Mignionette . Come , try ; begin—Mary Anne . How smoothly we glide o ' er the soft-flowing Avon ! ( Pause . )

    Mignionette . Far better than jolting o ' er roads that are paven . Mary Anne . Shame , shame—it is not fair to interrupt . Old Ashford . Allow me to suggest that paved is the proper word . Mary Anne . What a find that bank would be for a day-dreamer ! Poet . Cannot you fancy the boy , Shakspeare , lying on that very bank watching the even current , till the external sense became , by the continued and gentle motion , lulled into rest—like a hushed child on ( he bosom of its mother—then , from the recesses of his mind , would steal forth , like shadows , the half-created forms of beauty , that were one day

    to become multitudes of creatures , true to the workings of human thought and human passion . L . So true , that they are to us as beings who have lived and moved and had their being in this busy world of ours , rather than the unsubstantial creations of a poet ' s brain . Old Ashford . I don ' t like the look of those clouds at all . Young Ashford . You have been talking of Shakspeare , what say you to a little farce , ' Where shall I dine ?' Mary Anne . At Marl Cliff . There ' s a green carpet close to the water ' s edge ; trees for shelter , a cliff for our back-ground . Master . We must not go too far—those are queer-looking clouds yonder , I confess .

    Old Ashford . Did you bring cloaks and umbrellas ? I should say , better land here . Mignionette . Oh , no ! 'tis not much further , is it ? the coward clouds will scarcely venture to do battle with such a sun as this , until it is going down in the world . Master , Boy , pull away as fast as you can . Mary Anne . We are just there .

    L . and Mignionette . Beautiful ! Old Ashford . ( Looking tip . ) I'm sure I felt a drop . Young Ashford . Now then—Old Ashford . Steady , steady , pray do not rise—where are your cloaks , girls ? One at a time—very imprudent !—What , no more tlian these ! and such thin dresses ! Very imprudent , indeed ! Master . Here , boy , take the baskets , and be quick : here— -under this ash-tree .

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    Charade Drama , 128

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 123, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/43/