...possessed of similar excellence, though mingled with similar alloy. D. ORIGINAL POETRY, THE MOLEHILL. TELL me, thou Dust beneath my feet, Thou Dust, that once...mortals meet In this small hill of death. The Mole, that digs with curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil ; And delves among...

...her bosom bare ; He saw, delighted— left the brink, And sought to banquet there. THE MOLEHILL. Tell me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once...mortals meet In this small hill of death. The mole, who digs with curious toil Her subterraneous bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil, And delves among...

...her bosom bare i He saw, delighted— left the brink, And sought to banquet there. THE MOLEHILL. Tell me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath i Tell me how many mortals meet In this small hill of death. The mole, who digs with curious toil Her...

...abstain from t!ie criticism of poetry till he allows the criticism of painting to tlie blind. 4 Tell me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once...ploughs a human soil, And mines among the dead. ' But, 0 ! where'er she turns the ground My Kindred earth I see ; Once every atom of this mound Lived, breathed,...

...though mingled with similiar alloy. D. ORIGINAL POETRY. THE MOLEHILL. TELL me, thou Dust beneath ray feet, Thou Dust, that once hadst breath ;' Tell me,...mortals meet In this small hill of death. The Mole, that digs with curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil ; And delves among...

...ashes of those that have fallen in death. " The mole that scoops with curious toil Her suhterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil, And mines among the dead. But oh ! where'er she turns the ground My kindred earth I see, Once every atom of this mound Lived, breathed,...

...virtue alone, And the glories of Paradise mine. THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me, ihou dust beneath my fret, Thou dust that once hadst breath! Tell me how many...In this small hill of death ? The mole that scoops wilh curious loil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil, And mines among ihe dead....

...shine: Then mine bo the laurels of virtue alone, And the glories of Paradise mine. THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath ! Tell me bow many mortals meet In this small hill of death! The mole that scoops with curious toil Her subterranean...

...feel, Thou dust that once hadst breath ! Tell me how many moríais meet In this small hill of ilcalh ? The mole that scoops with curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she plows a human soil, And mines among the dead. 1 Bilberries, cliutcr-bcrrice, and crane-berries. But,...

...shine : Then mine be the laurels of virtue alone, And the glories of Paradise mine. THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me. thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once...how many mortals meet In this small hill of death i The mole that scoops with curious toil Her subterranean bed. Thinks not she plows a human »oil....