Tired silence sinks in slumber deep.
"The taller grass upon the hill,
And spider's threads, are standing still;
The feathers, dropped from moor-hen's wing,
Which to the waters surface cling,
Are steadfast, and as heavy seem
As stones beneath them in the stream."
PIGS WITH SOLID HOOFS, AND PIGS THAT ARE NOT PIGS.
In Texas there are pigs whose hoofs are not divided like those of ordinary pigs, but are each in one solid piece; at least, so I'm informed in a paragram fresh from England.