...the good ship Forth, and much sympathy for Captain Stedman's misfortune. " I chatter over stony way*, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles."— TINNYSOX. passengers of the Forth found another English ship bound to Barbadoes, lying at Kingston...

...farm I flow To Juin the brimming river, '••an may coma a/id men may f>, Bat I go on for er«r. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, 1 babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow. And many a fairy...

...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. ' Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. ' Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...by Philip's farm I To join the brimming ri For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. " I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eadying buys, I babble on the pebbles. ' With many a curve mv banks I fret By ninny a field and fallow...

...valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. ' Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow, To join...little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying- bajtsv I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my bank I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many...

...bridge, It has more ivy ; there the river; and there 8tan<U Philip's farm where broik and river meet. I chatter over stony ways. In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eild>ing bay», I babble on the peebles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow,...

...riding a few miles, we come to the Lackawana, where it tumbles over the rocks, singing as it goes, 1 chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I bubble on the pebbles. I chatter, chatter, as I flowTo join the brimming river, For men may come, and...

...field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...