112/791 [VII.] My poor sister takes a pleasure in repeating these Verses, which she composed not long before the beginning of her sad illness. *_Once I could hail, &c._ [VIII.] 'No faculty yet given me to espy the dusky shape.' Afterwards, when I could not avoid seeing it, I wondered at this, and the more so because, like most children, I had been in the habit of watching the moon thro' all her changes, and had often continued to gaze at it while at the full, till half-blinded. *_The Gleaner (suggested by a Picture)_. [IX. |