...crook is in" his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grm 's realm, Wh OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. THE APPROACH OF AGE. FROM "TALES OF THE HALL." Six years had passed, and forty...

...crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three- cornered hat, • And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR. 'THERE was a sound of hurrying feet, A tramp on echoing stairs, There was a...

...old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer ! And, if I should live to he The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. EXTRACT FROM THE AUTOCRAT OF THE RREAKFAST-TARLE. I WAS just going to say, when I was interrupted,...

...back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and gnrt At him here, Bat liam Cullen bougli Where I cling. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. THE APPROACH OF AGE. FROM "TALKS OF THE HALL." Six years...

...was like a rose In the snow. THE LAST LEAF. 147 But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff; And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. DAILY TRIALS. OW HOLMES. H, there are times, When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more...

...nose, And his check was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy...do now, At the old forsaken bough "Where I cling. TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER. AN-VISAGED thing ! thy virgin leaf To mo looks more than deadly pale, Unknowing...

...and all that, Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, 77 Let them smile as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. DAILY TRIALS. /'~AH, theivi are times, When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale...

...nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. OLIVER W. HOLMES. BILL AND JOE. jn Bill and Joe. COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour...

...nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. THE APPROACH OF AGE. FROM "TALES OF THE HALL." Six years had passed, and forty...

...Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, DAILY TRIALS. Let them smile as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. DAILY TRIALS. /'~\H, there are times, When all this fret and tumult that we heai Do seem more stale...