text:  Pretty souls! Many a time and oft have we wandered forth of the turbulent town less to brace our unstrung nerves by the elastic air--less to bathe our wearied eyes in the green light of earth's bosom than to drive away sad thoughts in the contemplation of your innocent gambols; with our stick; delight we to launch your mimic barks from the sandy shores of Serpentine; with you glad are we to make haste expecting the fastest sailer on the further shore; with you we exult once more a boy in the speed of our trim-built favourite