bles, learned to know each lane, alley, dingle, or bushy dell,
"And every bosky bourne from side to side."
We have said, that the Lord Keeper was not indifferent to the beauties of nature, and we must add, in justice to him, that he felt them doubly, when pointed out by the beautiful, simple, and interesting girl, who, hanging on his arm with filial kindness, now called him to admire the size of some ancient oak, and now the unexpected turn, where the path developing its maze from glen or dingle, suddenly reached an eminence commanding an extensive view of the plains beneath them, and then gradually glided away from the prospect to lose itself among rocks and thickets, and guide to scenes of deeper seclusion.
It was when pausing on one of those points of extensive and commanding view, that Lucy told her father they were close
