text:  What can be better?" And in fact it is certain that he never was so perfectly happy in his society and his occupations and in himself as in these summer and autumn months which he passed as he says:-- "In those bright days when yet all ignorant of fame And knowing neither care system nor art nor aim Thy tutelary shades O Tsarskoe! were flinging Gay echoes to _his_ voice the praise of Idlesse singing