e filling the horizon and making a shade in sunny places.
She and Isa and brother David can protect this place from sunstroke, never fear.
The present delight of visitors is the calf, to inspect which all are invited by the mighty voice of Mr. George Swett, resident ambassador from the court of Cupid near the headquarters of Susanna.
George is the Gloucester widower of whom we used to hear, and who is now admitted to a nearer probation, and has been so indispensable in the family for two yearcopic eyes of childhood by Florence and Annie, who think nothing of popping out of bed for this purpose by moonlight, and who have composed a poem thereon, which ends, perhaps ingloriously, with
Another rhyme I wish to make That his name is Mr. Swett, which may remind you of some of Pet Marjorie's poetical difficulties.
It is a singular compensation of human skill that while all other B — voices are so vast and resounding, that their copperness of head must go down to the lungs, at leas