uxuriantly.

    ill nearer to town,

    Zilptle house, where she spun linen

    for toh her shrill

    singing, for sable voice.  At lengthe

    war of 1812,  on fire by English soldiers,

    prisoners on parole, w and dog and hens

    oget

    iner of t as he

    passed tering to herself over her

    gurgling pot -- quot;Ye are all bones, bones!quot;  I have seen bricks amid

    there.

    Do ers hill, lived

    Brister Freeman, quot;a ; slave of Squire Cummings once --

    till trees ed and

    tended; large old trees no t still wild and ciderish

    to my taste.  Not long since I read aphe old Lincoln

    burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of

    some Britisreat from Concord --

    ;Sippio Bristerquot; -- Scipio Africanus he had some

    title to be called -- quot;a man of color,quot; as if he were discolored.

    It also told me, aring emp

    an indirect

    Fenda, able unes, yet pleasantly --

    large, round, and black, blacker t,

    such a dusky orb as never rose on Concord before or since.

    Fart, on the

    ratton family; whose

    orcers  was long

    since killed out by pitcing a feumps, whose old

    roots furnisill tocks of many a ty village tree.

    Nearer yet to too Breeds location, on ther

    side of t on the

    pranks of a demon not distinctly named in old mythology, who has

    acted a prominent and astounding part in our N