Though we listen entranced to its musical speech;
Who sees the lark's soul as it mounts from the sod,
Who sees the clear soul has a vision of God!
UNCLE NICK ON FISHING.
IRWIN RUSSELL.
It alluz sets me laughin', when I happens to be 'roun,'
To see a lot ob gemmen come a-fishin' frum de town:
Dey waits tell arter breakfus', 'fo' dey ebber makes a start,