" He takes his staff of Mamre oak, A knotted shepherd-staff that's broke The skull of many a wolf and fox Come filching lambs from Jesse's flocks.

say, where And in whose care are those few sheep, That in the wilderness you keep? I know thy thoughts, how proud thou art: In the naughtiness of thy heart, Hoping a battle thou mayst see, Thou comest hither down to me." Then answer'd Jesse's youngest son In these words: "What have I done? Is there not cause?"

a show wen Jesse he was around, 'cause the annermiles they jest seem ter hanker arter Jesse's traps.

And, besides, you see, we may have to go all the way over to Jesse's shack before we learn about him," observed Frank.

" "Then you mean that beauty goes for a great deal with the world and not with God?" "One of Jesse's sons was so tall and handsome that Samuel thought surely the Lord had chosen him to be king over his people.

And then one said: I saw one of Jesse's sons play on a harp, a fair child and strong, wise in his talking and our Lord is with him.

Now falling, sinking, dying to the moan Once warbled sad by Jesse's contrite son; Breathe in each note a conscience through the sense, And call forth tears from soft-eyed Penitence.'

These may be pleasant inventions, but Captain Jesse's own account of his toilet, even when the Beau was broken, and living in elegant poverty abroad, is quite absurd enough to render excusable the ingenious exaggerations of the foreign writer.

Captain Jesse's minute account of the process of tying this can surely be relied on, and presents one of the most ludicrous pictures of folly and vanity that can be imagined.

[Isaiah, From Jesse's Root behold a Branch arise, Cap.

But Jesse's son conceived a way, That would deliverance bring; Whereby he might Goliath slay, And thus relieve the king.

Several pages are devoted to the economy of these curious creatures, and as many points of their history are warmly contested, Mr. Jesse's experience is valuable.

and in the 40th verse is described the simple armour with which the shepherd boy, Jesse's son, repaired to the contest.

They passed the fields that gleaning Ruth toiled o'er, They saw afar the ruined threshing-floor Where Moab's daughter, homeless and forlorn, Found Boaz slumbering by his heaps of corn; And some remembered how the holy scribe, Skilled in the lore of every jealous tribe, Traced the warm blood of Jesse's royal son To that fair alien, bravely wooed and won.

ii. of the Sportsman's Cabinet, in the article on the Stag or Red Deer, where it is printed Heavier; and it will be found also as Hever, in Mr. Jesse's Scenes and Tales of Country Life, at page 349.

[Isaiah, From Jesse's Root behold a Branch arise, Cap.