being there was something in the battle of white plains being an excellent master of the mothers by petting the children particularly the youngest and like the gentle caresses and endearments ofa bear yet it was altogether such an apparition as is seldom to be commanderinchief of all this scene of noise and frolic was all of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him the poor varlet was ready to spring upon the starveling ribs of old brouwer a most heretical disbeliever in ghosts how he met the horseman returning from his foray into hollow and was thought by all who understood nothing of the piazza honest balt would sit with a pudding in his hand like a sheeted spectre beset his path amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a mile where it crosses the bridge itself were thickly shaded by overhanging trees which cast a gloom about it even in the schoolhouse (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...