THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.

But made with wings and tail and all
To steer its way through roughest squall,
With straightest course throughout
maintained,
Until a certain point is gained.
i doubt if the inventor ‘knows
You must take the

 

Tf you hope acrown
togain

Much better how that air-ship goes

Than I, who all its points to find, nee
Crawled through it with inquiring mind.

At every art we all are skilled:

A slight affair like that we ‘ll build,

One that will all our wants supply,

And then the Brownie band may fly

High over all the creaking fleet

That on the waves disaster meet.”

Before a week had passed, at most,

They left behind the English coast,
Upon an air-ship of their own

» By clever hands together thrown,
From such odd stuff as lay about
And could be used to shape it out.
Sometimes between the clouds and sky
They passed the soaring eagle by;

At times a downward sweeping gale
Would get control of wings and tail

And bear them down with fearful force
Until the water checked their course,

And then, half buried in the deep,

The straining ship would onward leap,
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