ANNE - DOVG HTAR - OF - HVMFREY - SA VAGE - DYED
On another are the following pretty lines:--
The cup of life just with her lips she pressed, Found the taste bitter, and declined the rest; Averse then turning from the face of day, She softly sighed her little soul away.
From Northen to Manchester the ways are many. One is to walk two miles and a half along the lanes to Sale Moor station; a second, to follow the southern bank of the river to Jackson's boat; a third, is to cross the fields into the Cheadle road, and catch the townwards omnibus, a distance of less than a mile; and the last, to our own mind much the pleasantest--first along the northern bank for about a mile, and then across the fields towards Platt and Rusholme. The commencement of the last-named is exceedingly delightful, the water flowing on the left, woods and pastures upon the right, in the evening sweetly enlivened by the cuckoo. Nothing in the year's round of pleasure is more heart-soothing than an hour in these quiet fields immediately after sunset, while it is too light for the stars, but the planets peer forth in their beautiful lustre, and the darkness quickens our ears to the slightest sound. The nightingale alone is wanting to complete the effect, but we have no nightingales near Manchester. There is nothing for them to eat, and they stay away. The bird sometimes mistaken for the nightingale, from its singing at the same hours, and running through a variety of notes, is the sedge-warbler.