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been interpreted to him, would have called it a 

 brave song ! — I return to the brave cob. 



George Borrow. 



A Recollection ^:y- ^o^ ^,0 



I WELL remember in my youthful day, 

 When first of love I felt the inw^ard smart, 

 How one fair morning, eager all to start. 

 My fellow-hunters chided my delay. 

 I follow'd listless, for with tyrant sway 

 That secret grief oppress'd my aching heart, 

 Till fond Hope whisper'd, ere this day depart 

 Thy lov'd one thou shalt see — Away ! away ! 



The chase began, I shar'd its maddening glee. 

 And rode amid the foremost in that run, 

 Whose end, far distant. Love had well foretold. 

 Her dwelling lay betwixt my home and me ; 

 We met, still lingering ere it sunk, the sun 

 Overspread her blushes with a veil of gold. 



R. E. Egerton-Warhurton, 



Selling a Horse ^^i^ ^o^ ^o- 



DUNSTAN CASS, setting off in the raw 

 morning, at the judiciously quiet pace of a 

 man who is obliged to ride to cover on his hunter, 

 had to take his way along the lane, which at its 

 farther extremity passed by the piece of unenclosed 

 ground called the Stone-pit, where stood the 

 cottage, once a stone-cutter's shed, now for fifteen 

 years inhabited by Silas Marner. The spot looked 

 very dreary at this season, with the moist trodden 

 clay about it, and the red, muddy water high up 

 in the deserted quarry. . . . 

 He rode on to cover. 



