...you have seen the olive-branch sent into his little ark, but no sign that the waters had subsided. " Alas ! nor wife nor children more Shall he behold, nor friends, nor sacred home !" No seraph mercy unbars his dungeon, and leads him forth to light and life; but the minister of death...

...wife prepares The fire fair blazing, and the vestment warm; In vain his little children, peeping oat Into the mingling storm, demand their sire With tears of artless innocence. Alas I Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. ' If the fairest examples,'...

...prepares "The fire bright blazing, and the vestment warm; " In vain his little children, peeping out " Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, " With...shall he behold, " Nor friends nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve " The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense; " And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,...

...wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm: In vain his little children, peeping out @ 3/ ev'ry nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays...

...prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out [nto the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears...Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold ; S'or friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadlv Winter seizes ; shuts up sense And, o'er...

...vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their a.:1' • With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he be" Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And, o'er...

...fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence....inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows a stiffen'd corse, Stretch'd out and bleaching in the northern blast. Ah, little think the gay licentious...

...prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm : . In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire With tears...more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home." Winter, 311. Horace has given us a few touches of the same picture : " Quod si pudica mulier in partem...

...fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm : In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence....vitals creeping cold, , Lays him along' the snows a stiffen cl corse, Stretch'd out, and bleaching in the northern blast. 6 Ah, littlethink the gay licentious...

...fair-blazing, and tne vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingled stonn, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence....sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes ; shirts up sense ; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows a stifien'd...