The solemn awful obscurity of the icy deep If it wasna weel bobbit weel bobbit weel bobbit If it wasna weel bobbit we'll
bobbit again as the Scottish? song goes Con-found that scrawny illegible a woman should have written it one somebody skilled
in lively touch go. Pleasurable uncerebral jingle jangle tingle tangle. If I attempt to tinker it any more I fear it will
become as dull? dry atmosphereless as the illustrations When I saw them illegible brought to me Jeremiahs vision of dry bones
in the val of Johnseph A glorious luxuriance exuberance of ice Even in this Artic world of storms Nature was bestowing her
utmost luxuriance of floral wealth Such scenes however familiar must be ever new