Our old home

From leamington to stratford-on-avon the distance is eight or nine miles, over a road that seemed to me most beautiful. not that i can recall any memorable peculiarities; for the country, most of the way, is a succession of the gentlest swells and subsidences, affording wide and far glimpses of champaign scenery here and there, and sinking almost to a dead level as we draw near stratford. any landscape in new england, even the tamest, has a more striking outline, and besides would have its blue eyes open in those lakelets that we encounter almost from mile to mile at home, but of which the old country is utterly destitute