JETS D^EAU. 



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their falling waters and the hoarser surge of the shore. 

 In ordinary weather there is as much spray from the 

 curl of a wave over a small rock or considerable stone as 

 from the finest fountain or jet d'eau. A young friend^ 

 who had recently inspected a water-power of this 

 description playing in a flower-garden near the sea, 

 favoured us with the following lines descriptive of such 

 artistic efforts : — 



Old Father Ocean merely smiled, 

 To see this puny earth-born child 

 Send up its tiny stream of spray. 

 To spurt and splutter for a day. 



