Part 12 (1/2)

AFTON WATER

Flow gently, sweet Afton, a in thy praise: My Mary's asleep by thy ently, sweet Afton, disturb not her drealen, Ye histling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screa fair

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Farrills, There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in reen valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the pri weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and lides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; Hoanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stereen braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the the streaently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream

Burns

DAVID COPPERFIELD'S FIRST JOURNEY ALONE

I slept soundly until we got to Yarmouth and drove to the inn yard A lady looked out of a bo where so up, and said:

”Is that the little gentleman from Blunder-stone?”

”Yes,a bell and called out: ”Willia out of a kitchen on the opposite side of the yard to show it, and seeood deal surprised when he found he was only to show it to e er if the n countries, and I cast away in thea liberty to sit doith my cap in my hand, on the corner of the chair nearest the door; and when the waiter laid a cloth on purpose for me, and put a set of casters on it, I think I ht etables, and took the covers off in such a bouncing iven hi a chair for , very affably: ”Now, six-foot! come on!”

I thanked him, and took my seat at the board; but found it extre like dexterity, or to avoid splashi+ngso hard, and ht his eye After watching me into the second chop, he said:

”There's half a pint of ale for you Will you have it now?”

I thanked hi into a large tuht, and ood deal, don't it?”

”It does seeood deal,” I answered with a shtful to -eyed, piht all over his head; and as he stood with one arht with the other hand, he looked quite friendly

”There was a gentleentleman, by the name of Topsawyer--perhaps you know him”

”No,” I said, ”I don't think--”