...their souls who died for love, For Love shall still be lord of all! THE BROOK. LORD TENNYSON. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally,...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...

...poets stood one fine day watching such a stream, he heard it singing, and this was its song : I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally...sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the...

...which we here insert, placing the detached lines together : — 1 come from Imimts of coot and hem, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern....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...

..." The Brook," which is extremely original and striking, as well as musically perfect : — " I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally,...between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. " Till last by Philip's farm I How, To join the brimming river, For men...

...is never' more evident than when dealing with common things. We quote & stanza or two : — " I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally,...between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. , " I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into...

...quote, in a connected form, what is unmistakeably the gem of all that is new in the book : — " I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally...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...

...collect, so as to present it altogether : — " I come from haunt? of coot and hem, I make a sadden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down...between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridgea. " Till last by Philip's farm I flow, To join the brimming river, For men...

...death inwoven here With dear love's tie, makes love himself more dear." THE RIVULET. I COME from the haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And...bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or sKp between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's...

...scattered throughout the idyl, we bring together here : " I como from haunts of coot and hern, I nmke n sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker...valley. " By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between me ridgce, By twenty thorpe, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. "Till last by Philip's farm...

...goodhumoured grin, set in a white feminine cap, peering over the bank. CHAPTER II. INLAND NAVIGATION. " By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges ; By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges." ARRIVED at Terming, we let go our anchor, and were honoured with a visit...