V Very..........................An-gle.

square, unexceptionable, right; equitable &c 922; due, en r gle; fit, fitting; correct, proper, meet, befitting, becoming, seemly; decorous; creditable, up to the mark, right as a trivet; just the thing, quite the thing; selon les r gles [Fr.].

square, unexceptionable, right; equitable &c 922; due, en r gle; fit, fitting; correct, proper, meet, befitting, becoming, seemly; decorous; creditable, up to the mark, right as a trivet; just the thing, quite the thing; selon les r gles [Fr.].

* * 14 scared swerve gur' gle rip' ples cur' rent mum' bling ly THE BROOK SONG.

* 35 troll cel' er y new' fan gled thatch chink' ing as par' a gus im mense' sauce' pan de mol' ish ing sa' vor y pat' terns ag' gra va ting THE MINNOWS WITH SILVER TAILS.

dear mo-ther, I must be start-ing;" but he did do it at last, al-though it was af-ter ma-ny strug-gles to keep down the beat-ings of his heart.

He soon came to a dense wood, where the gi-gan-tic trees, with gnarl-ed and twist-ed trunks, wound their e-nor-mous limbs a-round each o-ther in the most fan-tas-tic forms, and the tan-gled un-der-wood twi-ned like snakes a-cross the path, as if to for-bid any ven-tu-rous foot from en-ter-ing into the dark green depths.

" God loves His lit-tle birds; for all His ten-der care He shows; A sin-gle spar-row can-not fall But its Cre-a-tor knows.

You, Tom, must in the mid-dle stand, And mark the time, with stick in hand; You, bro-ther Ben, the tongs must take, For they will good tri-an-gles make; Hal clicks the 'bones,' and Em-me-line Will beat her lit-tle tam-bour-ine, And cous-in Fred will drum a-way, And Kate the con-cer-ti-na play.

[Illustration: The U-rano-sco-pus hides a-mong The mud, and an-gles with its tongue.]

"I was vary gled to see Sir Peter and my Leddy Tizzle sic gude frinds agin, Mr. M'Dougal, what think ye?" "Eh, mon, vary weel while it lasts, but it's just Mrs. M'Dougal's way.

At Dewshill wood the mavis sings beside her birken nest, At Halystane the laverock springs upon his breezy quest; Wi' eydent e'e, aboon the craigs, the gled is high in air, Beneath brent Brinkburn's shadowed cliff the fox lies in his lair.

She wud be gled, though she wud greet, if I got a bullet the morn.

'I'm gled to see ye, Wullie.

'Hist! Is that you, Macgreegor?' 'Wullie!' 'Whisht, ye!' 'Oh, Wullie'in a whisper'I'm gled to see ye!' 'I believe ye!' gasped Willie, and flattened out at his friend's side, breathing heavily.

An' though I'm terrible gled to see yer face again, I'm vexed ye cam' a' that lang road thinkin' I was a hero.