To Lewes
SMILES ERW "WOULD YOU LIKE A RIDE, MISS?"
When they come to the edge of one of librium of the Donkey, in which case both the descents, they stop of themselves, must unavoidably perish. But their adwithout being checked by the rider; and, dress in this rapid descent is truly wonif he inadvertently attempt to spur them derful; for, in their swiftest motion, when on, they continue immovable. They seem they seem to have lost all government of all this time ruminating on the danger themselves, they follow exactly the difthat lies before them, and preparing them- ferent windings of the road, as if they had selves for the encounter. They not only previously settled in their minds the route attentively view the road, but tremble at they were to follow, and had taken every the danger. Having prepared for their possible precaution for their safety. Some descent, they place their forefeet in a Donkeys, after being long used to these O N thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale.
How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side.
On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O, could I ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake, And evening tells us toil is o'er!
