watchman that proclaims the divisions of the night. 

 Thus the poet elegantly styles him : 



— — the crested 

 The silent hours." 



^hose clarion sounds 



A neighbouring gentleman one summer had lost 

 most of his chickens by a sparrow-hawk, that came 

 gliding down between a faggot pile and the end of 



sparrow hawks. 



his house, to the place where the coops stood. The 

 owner, inwardly vexed to see his flock thus diminish- 



114 



