Away she posts up hill and down, And to the wood at length is come; She spies her Friends, she shouts a greeting; Oh me! it is a merry meeting As ever was in Christendom. The Owls have hardly sung their last, And with the Owls began my song, For, while they all were travelling home, Cried Betty, "Tell us, Johnny, do, Where all this long night you have been, What you have heard, what you have seen, And, Johnny, mind you tell us true." Now Johnny all night long had heard ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. A- The Org While The Owy And th Cried Where RONICLE OF GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH, AND MILTON'S the Temples which, in Britain's Isle, on; and, I ween, as left that such had ever been. record (long concealed whose secret springs eror ever drank) revealed urrent of forgotten things; N And thus, to Betty's question, he Made answer, like a Traveller bold, (His very words I give to you,) "The Cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo," And the Sun did shine so cold.” -Thus answered Johnny in his glory, ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. (SEE THE CHRONICLE OF GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH, AND MILTON'S HISTORY OF ENgland.) WHERE be the Temples which, in Britain's Isle, Of clouds that in cerulean ether blazed! Ere Julius landed on her white-cliff'd shore, They sank, delivered o'er To fatal dissolution; and, I ween, No vestige then was left that such had ever been. Nathless, a British record (long concealed |