...allotments and schools, But you've run up a debt that will never Be repaid us by penny-club rules. In the season of shame and sadness, In the dark and...lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill. ' Surely, sir,' said Lancelot, ' you cannot suppose that this latter part applies to you or your family...

...penny-club rules. In the season of shame and sadness, In the dark and dreary day, When scrofula, gont, and madness, Are eating your race away ; When to kennels...lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill. ' Surely, sir,' said Lancelot, ' you cannot suppose that this latter part applies to you or your family...

...And, worn out with liquor and harlots, Your hïlr at your feet lies dead ; "When your youngest, tho mealy-mouthed rector, Lets your soul rot asleep to...lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill." You can hardlv say now that I havri given you nothing to think of; for this rug ged rhyme suggests...

...looked at the tuft of clover, And wept till her heart grow light ; And at last, when her piulsion wan over, Went wandering into the night. "But the merry...lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill." You can hardlv say now that I have given you nothing to think of; for this rugged rhyme suggests a...

...clover, And wept till her heart grew light ; And at last, when her passion was over, Went wandering in the night. But the merry brown hares came leaping...corn lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hilL 'Surely, sir,' said Lancelot, 'you can not suppose that this latter part applies to you or your family...

...asleep to the grave, You will find in your God the protector Of the freeman you fancied your slave.1 She looked at the tuft of clover, And wept till her...at last, when her passion was over, Went wandering in the night. But the merry brown hares came leaping Over the uplands still, Where the clover and corn...

...madness Are eating your race away ; ' When to kennels and liveried varlets You have cast your daughter's bread, And, worn out with liquor and harlots, Your...lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill. ON THE DEATH OF A CERTAIN JOURNAL. O 0 die, thou child of stormy dawn, Thou winter flower, forlorn...

...sell, squire, And there's blood on the game you eat." She looked at the tuft of clover, And wept till heart grew light ; And at last, when her passion was...lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill. REV. CHARLES KINOSLEY. This song is in the key of D flat ; compass from C to F. Published by Messrs....

...the tuft of clover, And wept till her heart grew light ; And at hist, when her passion was over, Vent nseen, And the leaves are waving green, CHARLES KINGSLHY. "THEY'RE DEAR FISH TO ME." THE fanner's wife sat at the door, A pleasant sight to...

...scrofula, gout, and madness Are eating your race away ; " When to kennels and liveried varlets You hare d by Heaven with the phials of wrath, Behold where...finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moon. CHARLES KINGSLEY. "THEY'RE DEAR FISH TO ME." THE farmer's wife sat at the door, A pleasant sight to...