ILLUSTRATIONS
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Sweet Auburn! loveliest milage of the plain...T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...007]
The never-failing brook, the busy mill........T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...008]
The hawthorn bush, with seals in shade........C. W. Cope, R.A...[a]...009]
The matron's glance that would reprove........H. J. Townsend....[a]...010]
The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest...F. Tayler.........[a]...012]
These, far departing, seek a kinder shore.....C. Stonhouse......[a]...014]
Amidst the swains show my book-learn'd skill..J. C. Horsley.....[a]...015]
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue..F. Tayler.........[a]...016]
To spurn imploring famine from the gale.......C. W. Cope, R.A...[a]...017]
While resignation gently slopes the way.......T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...018]
The playful children let loose from school....T. Webster, R.A...[a]...019]
All but yon widow'd solitary thing............F. Tayler.........[a]...020]
The village preacher's modest mansion rose....T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...021]
He chid their wanderings; relieved pain.......C. W. Cope, R.A...[a]...022]
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd fields won..C. W. Cope, R.A...[a]...023]
Beside the bed where parting life was laid....R. Redgrave, R.A..[a]...025]
And pluck'd his gown, share the man's smile...J. C. Horsley.....[a]...026]
The village master taught his little school...T. Webster, R.A...[a]...027]
Full well they laugh'd with glee..............T. Webster, R.A...[a]...028]
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd...T. Webster, R.A...[a]...028]
In arguing too the parson own'd his skill.....C. W. Cope, R.A...[a]...029]
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head high...T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...030]
Where village statesmen with looks profound...F. Tayler.........[a]...031]
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade....J. C. Horsley.....[a]...033]
Proud swells the tide with loads of ore.......T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...034]
If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd...C. Stonhouse......[a]...036]
Where the poor houseless female lies..........J. C. Horsley.....[a]...037]
She left her wheel and robes of brown.........J. C. Horsley.....[a]...038]
The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake....T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...040]
The cooling brookt the grassy-vested green....T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...041]
The good old sire the first prepared to go....C. W. Cope, R.A...[a]...042]
Whilst her husband strove to lend relief......R. Redgrave, R.A..[a]...043]
Down where yon vessel spreads the sail........T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...044]
Or winter wraps the polar world in snow.......T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...045]
As rocks resist the billows aNd the sky.......T. Creswick, R.A..[a]...046]
Drawn on wood, from the original Etchings, by E. K. Johnson, and engraved by Horace Harral, Thomas Bolton, and James Cooper.
