...are frehil son, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maize of river wide, Or where the rocky billows rise...

...that it is to one of these birds that Mr. Bryant's beautiful lines, to a water-fowl, are addressed. Whither) 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...frehi» ton, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-XOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thec wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink...

...dew. While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost tliou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Or where the rocking billows rise and gink On the chafed ocean side? .* There is a Power whose care...

...waterfowl, finely allude to this instinct of migration, and to the feelings it ever ought to inspire : — " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? * * * * " There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and...

...of ( .V i . j TO A WATERFOWL. Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last stops of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue...painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depth dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? * See p. 370. Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...Waterfowl, finely allude to this instinct of migration, and to the feelings it ever ought to inspire. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...nerves. TO A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last step ol day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue...solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy dbtant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st...

...distinctly for a considerable time along the Hammersmith-road. The shadows of evening were lengthening, and midst falling dew, While glow the Heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths it did pursue It* solitary way."* SIM; v I SERMONS. [n London, on Easter Monday and Tuesday, the Spital...