... Time called, and no one at home. Bless the Prince of Wales. Mind, on the scoop and all over the shop now and then on a bonfire night; all's well; pss, friend; and good night. But on the march, no scoop; on the scoop, no march. Twiggez-vous ? Don't jeer ...

... The light mist hovering round her slowly rose, .Wreathiug about the pines like thin blue smoke 3 From some fresh-kindled bonfire; night's reposo Still broeded in the air, like mneling snows IThe fleecy cloudlets faded frot the skies. 1 Brighter the east ...