I rejoice in seeing the fields, hedgerow after hedgerow, farm after farm, push into the blue distance.

It makes me feel the unity and the diversity of life; a city bewilders and confuses me, but a great tract of placid country gives me a broad glow of satisfaction." He went for a walking tour in the fens, and returned enchanted.

"By Ely," he said, "the line crosses a gigantic fen--Whittlesea mere in old days--and on a clear day you can see at least fifteen miles either way.

As we crossed it a great skein of starlings rose out of a little holt, and streamed north; the herons or quiet cattle stood along the huge dykes.

You could see the scattered figures of old labourers in the fields, and then for miles and miles the squat towers, at which you were making, staring over the flat, giving you a thrill every time you sighted them, and right away west the low hills that must have been the sandy downs that blocked the restless plunging sea; they must have looked for centuries over rollers and salt marsh and lagoon, felt the tread of strange herds and beasts about them till they have become the quiet slopes of a sunny park or the simple appendages of a remote hill farm." But his greatest delight was in music.