History maketh a young man to be old, without either wrinkles or gray hairs; privilledging him They waste us; ay, like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away; Towards the setting day, Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea. - BRYANT. 1913 ? BY SAMUEL G. DRAKE, FELLOW OF THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF NORTHERN ANTIQUARIES, AT COPENHAGEN, HONORARY NINTH EDITION, With large Additions and. Corrections. BOSTON: BENJAMIN B. MUSSEY. M.DCCC.XLV. |