Anthony's gardens, and found his way
into that little romantic glade adjoining to the saint's chapel and
well. He was still involved in a blue haze, like a dense smoke,
but yet in the midst of it the respiration was the most refreshing
and delicious. The grass and the flowers were loaden with dew;
and, on taking off his hat to wipe his forehead, he perceived that
the black glossy fur of which his chaperon was wrought was all
covered with a tissue of the most delicate silver--a fairy web,
composed of little spheres, so minute that no eye could discern
any of them; yet there they were shining in lovely millions.
Afraid of defacing so beautiful and so delicate a garnish, he
replaced his hat with the greatest caution, and went on his way
light of heart.
As he approached the swire at the head of the dell--that little
delightful verge from which in one moment the eastern limits and
shores of Lothian arise on the view--as he approached it, I say,
and a little space from the height, he beheld, to his astonishment,
a bright halo in the cloud of haze, that rose in a semicircle over
his head like a pale rainbow. He was struck motionless at the
view of the lovely vision; for it so chanced that he had never seen
the same appearance before, though common at early morn.
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