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1. 1327.-while. First ed., and.

1. 1328.-Swedes at Wicaco ( kah' ko). The Swedes' Church is the oldest church in Philadelphia. The Swedes settled on the banks of the Delaware in their village of Wicaco, now called uthwark, a part of the city, as early as 1627. In 1677 they built a log church-fort. In 1700 the present fine church took its place. “An inlet from the river led up to the building, and its shores were lined on the Sabbath days with the canoes of the congregation, moored in the shades of the great sycamores.... The stout old sanctuary, built so as to look without interruption or obstacle on the Delaware, is long since imprisoned in a mass of common-place buildings. It faces towards Otsego street.... The beautiful orchard and tuft of sycamore trees ave disappeared....and the songs of the garden-birds” (Stoddard).

Page 170. l. 1355.—like the Hebrew. Exod. xii. 7, 12., 13, 22f.

1. 1365.-Green Acadian meadows. Refrain from 1. 9ff.

Page 172. 1. 1383.—the little Catholic churchyard. See l. 1308,

n. A small churchyard lying between the church of St. Mary (founded 1763) and Fifth St. and containing gravestones dated as early as 1757. A rather desolate uncared-for placo, with the staring brick walls and sign of the Quaker City Laundry and Taylor, Tin and Slate Roofer, on the south, and a Paper-box Factory on the north, which destroy all its sacred associations. The sexton, who knows not that the original story told of the death of the lovers in New England, guides the infrequent visitor to an unmarked grassy space by the north wall where he says the two lovers lie buried. A clump of lilacs shades the spot, as if to add a touch of poetry to the otherwise prosaic realities of the scene.




The King sits in Dumferling toune,

Drinking his blude-red wine :
O whar will I get guid sailor

To sail this ship of mine ?"
Up and spake an eldern' knicht',

Sat at the kings richt kne:
“Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor

That sails upon the sea.
The king has written a braid letters

And signed it wi' his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,

Was walking on the sand.
The first line that Sir Patrick red,

A loud lauch4 lauched he:
The next line that Sir Patrick red,

The teir blinded his ee.




“O wha is this has don' this deid,

This ill deid done to me ;
To send me out this time o' the yeir

To sail upon the se?
“ Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,

Our guid schip sails the morne.
“O say na sae, my master deir,

For I feir a deadlie storme.

• The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.

-Coleridge, Dejection. 1 Aged. 2 Knight. 3 Broad (open) letter. 4 Laugh. 5 Eye.


“ Late, late yestreeno I saw the new moone

Wi’ the auld moone in hir arme ;
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,

That we will com to harme.”



Oour Scots nobles wer richt laith?

To wet their cork-heild schoone;
But lang owre a' the play wer playd

Thair hats they swam aboone. 8
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,

Withair fans into their hand,
Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence

Cum sailing to the land.
O lang, lang may the ladies stand,

Wi' thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for their ain deir lords,

For they'll se thame na mair.
Have owre, 1o have owre to Aberdour,"

It's fifty fadom deip;
And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence
Wi' the Scots lords at his feit.

-From Percy's 'Reliques."




On the wide level of a mountain's head,
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,

5 Two lovely children run an endless race,

A sister and a brother !

That far outstripp'd the other ;
Yet even runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind :

For he, alas ! is blind !
O'er rough and smooth with even step he passid,
And knows not whether he is first or last.

- Coleridge. 6 Yesterday evening. 7 Loath. 8 On the surface. 9 Combs. 10 Half over 11 A village on the Forth.

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