GRAY'S ELEGY.

NOW FADES THE GLIMMERING LANDSCAPE ON THE SIGHT. AND ALL THE AIR A SOLEMN STILLNESS HOLDS,

SAVE

AND

WHERE THE BEETLE WHEELS HIS DRONING FLIGHT,
TINKLINGS LULL THE DISTANT FOLDS:

DROWSY

SAVE THAT

FROM

YONDER IVY MANTLED TOWR,

THE MOPING OWL DOES TO THE MOON COMPLAIN OF SUCH AS, WANDRING NEAR HER SECRET BOWR, MOLEST HER ANCIENT SOLITARY

REIGN.