May thy goodness Share with thy birthright! * * * * * * * What heaven more will That these may furnish and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell.—Shakespeare. The rural and picturesque village of Hulney, in the north of England, is a charming place; it is almost surrounded with well-wooded hills, and the little rivulets, which ever murmur down their sides, run into the limpid stream along the banks of which most of the cottages are built.
May thy goodness Share with thy birthright! * * * * * * * What heaven more will That these may furnish and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell.—Shakespeare. The rural and picturesque village of Hulney, in the north of England, is a charming place; it is almost surrounded with well-wooded hills, and the little rivulets, which ever murmur down their sides, run into the limpid stream along the banks of which most of the cottages are built.