The Poetic Interpretation of Nature 35 
ROCK BASS. 
Summer wanes; the children are grown; 
Fun and frolic no more he knows; 
Robert of Lincoln’s a humdrum crone; 
Off he dies, and we sing as he goes: 
Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link, 
Spink, spank, soink; 
When you can pipe that merry old strain, 
Robert of Lincoln, come back again. 
Chee, chee, chee. 
This was the lesson 
which the children 
were having as I vis- 
ited the school on a 
June morning. It was 
the new old song by 
which Bryant is re- 
By A. Radclyffe Dugmore. 
YELLOWTAIL. 
