Poetry
... woetr~+ ISM sMOUNTAIN STREAMS.-By CIHARLES MACRAY. WUAT time the fern puts forth its rings- 'WV hat time tIle early throstle sings, I love to fly the murky town, And tread the moorlaeds, bare and brown; From greenest level of the glens To barest summit of the bens, To trace the torrents where they flow, Serene or brawling, fierce or slow; So linger pleased, or loiter long, A silent listener to ...