...done, and the darkness Falls from the brow of night, Like a crape-mask drifting downward From a burglar in his flight. I see the lights of " the village " Gleam through the evening mist, And a feeling of dryness comes o'er me, And a tiddley I can't resist. A feeling of blueness,...

...them are entirely new to us. From the ' Proem, ' by the editor, we take these admirable stanzas: I *FK the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeing of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That...

...of them are entirely new to us. From the ' Proem,' by the editor, we take these admirable stanzas : I SEE the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and tho mist, And a feeing: of sadness cornea o'er we, That my soul canuot resist : A feeling of sadness...

...twilight pale Moves like a spectre in the dusky sky." " The day is done, and the darkness FallsTrom the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight." There is nothing very striking in the first, though it will bear study) tad close scrutiny only reveals...

...shall present for your consideration, than by the citation of the Proem to Mr. Longfellow's "Waif:" The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings...the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles...

...kindled by their ray, to guide our steps to the East again, where the dawn is :" — THE DAY IS DONE. The day Is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er...

...of the work of Chauncey Hare Townshend — a work to be valued properly only in a day to come. CCL The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of night, As a feather U wafted downward From an eagle in its flight* The single feather here is imperfectly illustrative...

...citation of the Proem to Mr. Longfellow's "Waif:" The day is done, and the darkneea Falls from the wlnge of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in hie flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness...

...other than it is. This alone is health and happiness. This alone is life." 29* PROEM TO "THE WAIF." THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness...

...Till at length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart. THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings...is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I sec the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er...