WOODNOTES,

FOR ALL SEASONS.

I scarce know how, but thou dost tell of sorrow, love and bliss,
When, choked with tears, I breathed "farewell," and sealed it with a kis

London:

WM. S. ORR & CO., AMEN CORNER.

MDCCCXLII.

668.

On Shooting a Moor-hen off her nest by mistake

To the Wild Bullfinch, and those who know him in the