...grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BALLAD OF THE OVSTERMAN. V It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river side, His shop was...

...grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. Bf JGC BRAIHARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild flowers...

...me to sit and grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that, "And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling." Here is another from the same original and graphic hand — a bold, spirit-stirring lyric. It was written...

...grin At him here, But the old three-cornered hat. And the breeches — and all that, Are *o queer! ' And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old foneakcn bough, Where I cling.' < LITERARY RECORD. BYBON'S WORKS. — The first volume of DEARBORN'S...

...grin At him here, But Iho old thrpp-cornered hat, And the hreerhes — sud all that, Are so queer 1 * And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In tho spring — Let the» smile as I do now At the old fnrsakcn bough. Where I cling.1 4 LITERARY RECORD....

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...grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer ! " And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...do now, At the old, forsaken bough Where I cling." The Thanksgiving, that festival peculiar for many years to New England, came round this month. Great...

...grin At him here, But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH OF A POET. BY J. HEAL. ON a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of...

...grin At him here, But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that Are so queer ! * ^ And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree „ 'm In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH...