Buskins for a fairy prince, The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt; He took a long pinch, look'd better pleased, Offer'd the box with a whimsical grace,— Pouf! he flung the dust in my face, ON Friday, January 8, 1773, in the afternoon, we passed more ice islands than we had seen for several days. Indeed, they were now so familiar to us that they were often passed unnoticed; but more generally unseen on account of the thick weather. At nine o'clock in the evening we came to one which had a quantity of loose ice about it. As the wind was moderate, and the weather tolerably fair, we shortened sail, and stood on and off, with a view of taking some on board on the return of light. But, at four o'clock in the morning, D huling moving to leevard of this ice we bore Sown to ut. and to leeward of me; there being about it some wee ice, pain of which we saw break of There we brought to, icisted on three boats, and, in about five or ex woon, wok up as much ice as yielded fifteen tons of good fresh. watLET. The pieces we took up were hard, and would as a rock; some of them were so large that we were obliged to break them with pickaxes, before they could be taken into the boats. The salt water which adhered to the ice was so triffing as not to be tasted, and, after it had lain on deck a short time, entirely drained off; and the water which the ice yielded was perfectly sweet and well-tasted. Part of the ice we broke in pieces, and put in casks; some we melted in the coppers, and filled up the casks with the water; and some we kept on deck for present use. The melting and stowing away the ice is a little tedious, and takes up some time; otherwise this is the most expeditious way of watering I ever met with. EARL HALDAN'S DAUGHTER. It was Earl Haldan's daughter, She looked across the sea; She looked across the water; And long and loud laughed she: "The locks of six princesses Must be my marriage fee, It was Earl Haldan's daughter, She walked along the sand; When she was aware of a knight so fair, Came sailing to the land. His sails were all of velvet, His mast of beaten gold, And "Hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! Who saileth here so bold?" "The locks of five princesses But one of all the tale." So "Hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! Furl up thy velvet sail!" He leapt into the water, He clipt her locks of gold. "Go weep, go weep, proud maiden, The tale is full to-day. Now hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! tale, number. C. KINGSLEY. tress, lock (of hair). THE OAK. 1. WHAT THE TREE IS LIKE, AND HOW IT GROWS. THE Oak is the king of the trees, as the lion is king of the beasts or the eagle is king of the birds. The superior greatness of the oak has always been admitted; its vast size, its grand and noble appearance, its long life, the strength of its wood, and the numerous and important uses of its leaves, fruit, and bark, have all helped it to gain and to keep the foremost place among trees. The Oak is native to Europe, Asia, and America. It requires a temperate climate: it is stunted by the cold of the far north; it thrives in the plains of temperate countries, and on the cool slopes of the mountains of tropical regions; it dislikes intense heat as much as intense cold. While some species grow to splendid trees, others never reach beyond the rank of shrubs. In some |