...on field, on hill, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow ; set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer dying, dying, dying. BollOalL " Corporal Green I" the Orderly cried ; "HereI" was the answer, loud and clear From the lips...

...on hill, on field, on river; Onr echoes roll from soul to soul And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's...

...faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. SCROOGE AND MARLEY.— CHARLES DICKENS. MARLEY was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever...

...on hill, or field, or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dyt g. .— FITZ-GEEENE HALLEOE Wehawken 1 in thy mountain scenery yet, All we adore of nature in her...

...or river ! Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow', bugle', blow' 1 set the wild echoes flying ; And answer', echoes', answer', — dying', dying", dying' ! ' ELF-LAND, an imaginary wild and mountainous region, where elves and fairies are supposed to dwell....

...Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. [From "The Princess: a Medley." — This is the well-known bugle-song, ' the idea of which is that...

...rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, 1 U H i Q U J g jj And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. [From " The Princess : a Medley." — This is the well-known bugle-song, " the idea of which is that...

...river; Our echoes — roll — from soul — to soul, And grow — -forever — and FOREVER. Blow, bugle, — blow; set the wild echoes flying, And answer, — echoes, answer, dying, — dying,— dying. • ECHO SONG. Echo in the hollow' glen, Wake ye from your stilly sleep ; Let us hear your voice again,...

...dying, dying, dying. " 0 hark, 0 hear ! how thin aud clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! 0 sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland...And answer, echoes ! answer, dying, dying, dying." " Isn't it lovely music ; but it seems to me full of meaning. I should like to know all these two lines...

...farther going ! O sweet and far from eliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, Jet us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ;....flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. EPITAPH.— Ben Jonson, 1574—1637. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's...