...unknown in this country, and the workmen had no better tools than hard flint. EDW MADELEINE'S TRUST. I. " Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me." THE soft song came rippling away in tender yearning melody from two rosy lips belonging to a maiden...

...Princess," which derives no interest from narrative, but appeals simply to the ear and the poetic sense : " Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...to me : While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. " Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,...

...the industrial, social, educational, religious and general interests of the Southern States." CRADLE Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...western sea ; Over the rolling waters go, Come from the drooping moon and blow, Blow him again to me, While my pretty one, while my pretty ono bleeps. Sleep...

...solemn psalms, and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind...western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep...

...solemn psalms, and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind...again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,...

...that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame ! MOORE. SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,...

...litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. A MEDLEY. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; B«st, rest, on mother's breast,...

...that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame ! MOORE. SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,...

...wall to wall, While the great organ almost burst his pipes, Groaning for power, and rolling through the court A long melodious thunder to the sound Of...to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Best, rest, on mother's breast,...

...litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. A MEDLEY. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,...