...tale's best for winter." Then will you be for repeating the poet's lines on a rainy day, — " My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And...

...teach thce soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest ! 143 THE RATST DAT. THE day is ooH, and dark, and dreary: It rains, and the wind is never weary; The line still clings to the Koa^ierins ws".!. B-;t at every srust the dead leaves fall. And the day is...

...up to light, The morning now begins to grey, Anon the cheering beams of day Shall chase the night. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and...weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, And at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. 105. Point out all the contracted...

...accompaniment played by Adelaide to the notes of her magnificent voice. De Cressy. & "The day is cold, anil dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings tu the muuldering wall, And at every blast the dead leaves full. And the day is durk and dreary." The...

...the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fell, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And...

...and howling like an unquiet spirit. Grace might say with good reason, " The day is dark, and cold, and dreary, It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, And at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary." She did think of those oft-quoted...

...whole life in opposition to his own sentiments ; or not to dare tO'do what he thinks he ought to do? THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind la never weary ; The vine still clingn to the mouldering wall, But at erery gust the dead leaves full,...

...for yours.' And yet it might have been well had those words never been uttered. CHAPTER XX. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And...

...and I will not let Basil know what I am about till I am quite a clever woman." CHAPTER XXIV. A BARK DAY. *' The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It...gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and d r<j;in,"— I ,<>\<, u:,! ur,•, " Yet in her inmost soul there was a light, Which, ever as the...

...Christmas-day in all my life before," continued Laura, rising, and looking out on the dreary weather without. ' The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary.' My life is cold, and dark, and dreary, I am sure," murmured Laura, mournfully, quoting fragments from...