POETRY
... POETRYC-,cs ALL adown the tangled wildwood . . Wheu the sultry day wa past, Roamed a gallant youth and maiden .'Mlid the shadows gathering fast. . evlre the flow'ring sweet-briar bushes Fluttered in the evening breeze, Sat an aged Gipsy woman . 'Neath two old and tvisted trees.. Cross my bland with silver, lady, 2 . .Supolo the Gipsy 'noath the troe, And ulPl tell thy fortune truly, Truly ...