SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
TWENTY-EIGHT AND TWENTY-NINE.
"Rien n'est changé, mes amis!"[2]
CHARLES DIX.
I heard a sick man's dying sigh,
And an infant's idle laughter;
The old Year went with mourning by,
The new came dancing after;
"Rien n'est changé, mes amis!"[2]
CHARLES DIX.
I heard a sick man's dying sigh,
And an infant's idle laughter;
The old Year went with mourning by,
The new came dancing after;