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132 NUTTING.

—————————It seems a day,

One of those heavenly days which cannot die,

When forth I sallied from our cottage-door,

And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung,

A nutting crook in hand, I turn'd my steps

Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint,

Trick'd out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds

Put on for the occasion, by advice

And exhortation of my frugal Dame.