...strong French accent ; the maiden only the language of her people on the banks of the Seine. ' FAIR was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses.' Who can help repeating the familiar words of the idyl amid such scenery, and in such a presence ? '...

...with snow-flakes ; • White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-le» Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-6* ' Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her 248 EVANOELINE. Sweet was...

...with snow-flakes; white as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest-heat she hore to the reapers at noon-tide flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...

...thorn by the way-side ; black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest-heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...

...with snowflakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown snade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in...

...strong French accent ; the maiden only the language of her people on the banks of the Seine. "Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...way-side : Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the bro^n shade of her tresses." "Who can help repeating the familiar words of the idyl amid such scenery,...

...strong French accent ; the maiden only the language of her people on the banks of the Seine. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thcrn by the way-side : Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the bro^n shade of her tresses."...

...simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd; as, when speaking of Evangeline, a delicate maiden, he says: " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine (!) that feed in the meadows." We might quote very many more, but these few will amply suffice ; a " like," or an " as," or a metaphor...

...White as the snow were his loeks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to bchold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way -side, Block, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, [tresses ! Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her Sweet was her breath as...