POETRY
... THE GALLANT LOVER. T on thre bonks of a strcarnl, near ar wood, thoro etainds an old castle, T have forgotten its name nosy, but that des not matter) , Roofless its walls, arid its towers, long o&ergrown with tho ivy, hock to and fro with the wind1(s, (:ecl the Sort winds of summcr. In hfail and in ehinfber rank grass aind weceds grow together, t And wherre lrrumpct and sword long sirico hung, ...