OR DOUBLE ACROSTICS, FROM THE POETS. Edited by A. P. A. "Choose for thy command, Some peaceful province in Acrostic-Land, There thou may'st Wings display, and Altars raise. And torture one poor word ten thousand ways."-Dryden. London: HATCHARDS, 187, PICCADILLY, W. 1869. 280. m. 146. 17. For "Bright-eyed, saucy "-read "Bright-eved, fancy" 50. No. 4. 57. ""T was his, "un fleuve." 88. No. 1. "Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile, 99. Flaming on the funeral pile." "Poor Mary and me," not "For Mary." No. 1. (instead of 1st quotation the following: "You have made good work You and your apron men; you that stood so much The breath of eaters! Holly Berries. I. I. 66 Oh, Reader! hast thou ever stood to see Below a circling fence its leaves are seen No grazing cattle through their prickly round But as they grow where nothing is to fear, And when the bare and wintry woods we see, "Hurrah! what a storm was a-brewing, * And we stormed and we broke the great gate in." |