1. 1327.—while. First ed.,

....

and.

1. 1328.-Swedes at Wicaco ( wē kah' kō). 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 Southwark, 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 have disappeared....and the songs of the garden-birds" (Stoddard).

Page 170. 1. 1355.-like the Hebrew. Exod. xii. 7, 12f., 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 place, 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.

APPENDIX.

"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. 1 Aged. 2 Knight. 3 Broad (open) letter.

-Coleridge, Dejection.
4 Laugh.

5 Eye.

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"Late, late yestreen" I saw the new moone
Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ;
And I feir, I feir, my deir mastèr,
That we will com' to harme."

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,
Two lovely children run an endless race,

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30

35

40

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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 pass'd,
And knows not whether he is first or last.

6 Yesterday evening. 11 A village on the Forth.

10

-Coleridge.

7 Loath 8 On the surface. 9 Combs.

10 Half over