the praises of good Dr. Lovesworth resounding from every inmate; blessings followed him, and everywhere might be traced the effects of industry, arising from his charitable donations.
Secretly resolved to follow in the steps of so devout and heavenly a guide, Philimore dismounted from his horse, highly gratified, receiving new vigour, both mental and bodily, from his morning's excursion.
Such a mode of passing time became to Philimore daily replete with increased delight. Availing himself too of the privilege given, he was almost a constant visitor at The Bower. Often accompanying the family in their walks, they rambled together over that romantic country, where nature, bountiful in her treasures, afforded them a display more blooming and magnificent than the most splendid domain ever gave to the lordly eye of its opulent owner. Unconfined, free from intrusion, they could range the verdant vale, the lofty hill.
Sometimes the enraptured Philimore would pause and point out to his fair friends some striking beauty,—the Cynon pursuing its winding course between luxuriant banks, and irrigating the meadows. Sometimes wandering in the grove, its warbling tenants enlivened them by their strains.
"Pleasures such as these," softly whispered
