Jesse Cliffe

Jesse Cliffe

Living as we do in the midst of rivers, water in all its forms, except indeed that of the trackless and mighty ocean, is familiar to our little inland county. The slow majestic Thames, the swift and wandering Kennett, the clear and brimming Loddon, all lend life and verdure to our rich and fertile valleys. Of the great river of Englandwhose course from its earliest source, near Cirencester, to where it rolls calm, equable, and full, through the magnificent bridges of our splendid metropolis, giving and reflecting beauty,* presents so grand an image of power in reposeit is not now my purpose to speak; nor am I about to expatiate on that still nearer and dearer stream, the pellucid Loddon,although to be rowed by one dear and near friend up those transparent and meandering waters, from where they sweep at their extremest breadth under the lime-crowned terraces of the Old Park at Aberleigh, to the pastoral meadows of Sandford, through which the narrowed current wanders so brightlynow impeded by beds of white water-lilies, or feathery-blossomed bulrushes, or golden flagsnow overhung by thickets of the rich wayfaring tree, with its wealth of glorious berries, redder and more transparent than rubiesnow spanned from side to side by the fantastic branches of some aged oak;although to be rowed along that clear stream, has long been amongst the choicest of my summer pleasures, so exquisite is the scenery, so perfect and so unbroken the solitude. Even the shy and foreign-looking kingfisher, most gorgeous of English birds, who, like the wild Indian retiring before the foot of man, has nearly deserted our populous and cultivated country, knows and loves the lovely valley of the Loddon. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 22839
Author: Mitford, Mary Russell
Release Date: Oct 2, 2007
Format: eBook
Language: English