...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...

...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...

...above the little grave, Oh there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears." A LULLABY. " Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea 1 Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me ; . While my...

...next two cantos intervenes a cradle song, so exquisite that we must ask leave to quote it also : — Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...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...

...court A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors...While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Rest, restj on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the...

...the year, like the new-born year ! \_tbe waiting migcls rouud her ; a wreatli of ftowct* — VJlET. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...waters go ; Come from the dying moon, and blow — Blow Iiim again to me j HThile my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest...

...court'. A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors...While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the...

...LULLABY. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea ; Low, low, breathe and blow, Carlyle. Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go,...While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father...

...ciurt A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors...; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the...