...CHAPITRE II. Thé tear down ehildhood's chéek that flows, Is like the dew drop on the rose ; Whén next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry. WALTEE SCOTT. A QUARANTE lieues de Paris, au milieu; d'une vallée fertile, environnée de bois et...

...childhood : "The tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When first the Summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry." So sang the great Bard of Scotland, and so it is with April ; the cloud scarcely appears ere it vanishes,...

...SOBBOWS OF CHILDHOOD. The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry. SCOTT. THE SPIBIT OF PHILANTHROFY. A sense of an earnest will To help the lowly living, And a terrible...

...of the man. Wordsworth. The tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dew-drop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry. Scott. And still I looked upon their loveliness, And sought through nature for similitudes Of perfect...

...fleeting. " The tear down childhood's check which flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose; When the next summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry." * But the impress of your life upon its soul is immortal. Around the solemn, charge of the mother a...

...his moaning wild. XI. The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry. Won by their care, the orphan Child Soon on his new protector smiled, With dimpled cheek and eye so...

...heart of a child. "The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose,— When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, — the flower is dry." There is, after all, but little difference in the measure of contentment felt by the slave-child neglected...

...time ! CHAPTER III. " The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ;' When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush — the flower is dry." SCOTT. " IT 's partly Miss Alice's fault then, and I shall always say so!" exclaimed Nurse Coleman,...

...CHILDHOOD. THE tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew drop on the rose ; When the next summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry. THE MASSACRE OF THE WALDENSES. AVENGE, O Lord! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on...

...his moaning wild. XI. The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry. Won by their care, the orphan Child Soon on his new protector smiled, With dimpled cheek and eye so...