noon
No lawyer , no statesman , no bustling , hurrying , restless underling of the counter or the Exchange , is so eternally occupied as a lounger `` about town . '' He is linked to labour by a series of undefinable nothings . His independence and idleness only serve to fetter and engross him , and his leisure seems held upon the condition of never having a moment to himself . Would that you could see me at this instant in the luxury of my summer retreat , surrounded by the trees , the waters , the wild birds , and the hum , the glow , the exultation which teem visibly and audibly through creation in the noon of a summer 's day ! I am undisturbed by a single intruder . I am unoccupied by a single pursuit . I suffer one moment to glide into another , without the remembrance that the next must be filled up by some laborious pleasure , or some wearisome enjoyment .