word Home will have only a special significance； indicating the mon abode of retired labourers who are drawing old…age pensions。
XVIII
I cannot close my eyes upon this day without setting down some record of it； yet the foolish insufficiency of words！ At sunrise I looked forth； nowhere could I discern a cloud the size of a man's hand； the leaves quivered gently； as if with joy in the divine morning which glistened upon their dew。 At sunset I stood in the meadow above my house； and watched the red orb sink into purple mist； whilst in the violet heaven behind me rose the perfect moon。 All between； through the soft circling of the dial's shadow； was loveliness and quiet unutterable。 Never； I could fancy； did autumn clothe in such magnificence the elms and beeches； never； I should think； did the leafage on my walls blaze in such royal crimson。 It was no day for wandering； under a canopy of blue or gold； where the eye could fall on nothing that was not beautiful； enough to be at one with Nature in dreamy rest。 From stubble fields sounded the long caw of rooks； a sleepy crowing ever and anon told of the neighbour farm； my doves cooed above their cot。 Was it for five minutes； or was it for an hour； that I watched the yellow butterfly wafted as by an insensible tremor of the air amid the garden glintings？ In every autumn there es one such flawless day。 None that I have known brought me a mind so touched to the fitting mood of wele； and so fulfilled the promise of it