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234                            A FEW MEMORIES
In subsequent visits to the laureate's homes c Hazlemere and the Isle of Wight I had the happ ness of joining him in the two hours' walk whicl rain or shine, he took daily. His tender interes in every " bud and flower and leaf " was charmini How many pretty legends he had about eacli The cliffs, the sky, the sea, and shrubs, the vei lumps of chalk underfoot—he had a word fc them all. The things he read in Nature's boo were full of the same kind of poetry as his owr and the " sunbeams of his cheerful spirit" flood a my memories of those delightful walks. Thoug nearer eighty than seventy, his step was so rapii he moved so briskly, that it was with difficulty kept up with him. The last twenty minutes < the two hours generally ended in a kind, of trc Weather never interrupted his exercise. Tr. scorned an umbrella. With his long dark mant and thick boots, he defied all storms. When h large-brimmed hat became heavy with water, 1 would stop and give it a great shake, sayim " How much better this is than to be huddle over the fire for fear of a little weather!" H great strength and general health were due, i doubt, to the time he spent so regularly in tl open air. Another example of the wonderf