...me. of the sincerity of a heart equally tender and faithful !" . ; CHAPCHAPTER II. And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes — my long vexations past — Here to return, and die at home at last....

...had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down : And as a hare, when hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last ! An apology...

...skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as an hare X :/ Retreats from care that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth...

...dissatisfied with myself, and wearied with a world, the .pleasures of which I could never find, I determined, ——"my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.—" There is something in the place . of our birth, some feeling allied to the scenes of our infancy, which...

...Around my fire an evening group to draw. And tell of all I felt, and all I saw: And, as a hare when hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return— ana die at home at last. О...

...; Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw : And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from...retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreat from care, tliat never roust be mine » How blest is be, who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with...

...skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from...last. O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth...

...looked forward to this beloved spot, as the haven of repose for the evening of his days. And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from...vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last. With these expectations he returns, after the lapse of several years, and finds the village deserted...

...all I saw ; And as a hare, whom bounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last. 0 blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Tletreats from care, that never must be mine, How blest...

...Pants to the plaee from whenee at first he flew, ¡ still had hopes, my long vexations past, ¡1ere thee. 'Tis amazement more than love Whieh her radiant eyes do move : If les deeline, Retreats from eare that never must be mine, How blest is he who erowns, in shades like these,...