Upon the cradling breeze, or, upwards puff'd
By playful urchins, sails along the air.—J. A. St. John.
Antiphanes. (Book x. § 73, p. 711.)
There is a female which within her bosom
Carries her young, that, mute, in fact, yet speak,
And make their voice heard on the howling waves,
Or wildest continent. They will converse
Even with the absent, and inform the deaf. —J. A. St. John.
The same.