A PASTORAL.

Golden Bay Argus, Volume XIII, Issue 48, 28 April 1910, Page 3

A PASTORAL.

The sun was rising in the west, anfi shed its beams on Meadowcrest, whore pensive pig and sportive cow wer® perched upon the beechen bougie There Giles, the farmer, loosed hi® flocks, drove out the sheep witH shouts arid knocks ; then "shoo'd'* his hens to brooklet’s brim that theft should dive and bathe and swim. Tha lambs were climbing elms ond firs* the ploughmen gathered chestnut! buirs ; a doctor passed on horse'® back, and all the ducks called oat* “Quack, quack !” A passing pedlagl asked to stay all night; the horse® whinnied “Neigh!” Peace hovered] o’er the landscape fair; the cattle j lowed aud Ru’-ipht thxir !air : while sounded o’er vil'ase smoke the bark of Wftlchtloc, tba, and or.k ; and he who owo<wl tbtnm rur.tir bm-.l sowed his field with