The Hawk and Buzzard appears to have been “_pidgeoned_,” for the last time I passed that way the house was shut up. The business having amused itself by stepping over to the Roaring Lion, while the Hawk and Buzzard had flown to the city, “to watch the market.” Crispin “would only like to have one of those fellows tied for a while, until he had expressed his opinion on him with a stirrup.” Smith appears to be solicitous to “make them intimately acquainted with the red-hot end of a poker—he’d _smelt_ ’em, _dam_ ’em, and _crush_ ’em too!” The “Dam,” the “Drift,” the “Cross-Cut,” the “Iron Pump” and the “Adate,” you can see as you go wood-cock shooting next August—but the “Steam-Engine” and the “Mill-Wheel” never arrived, owing to some informality in the order given to the mechanics. “THE CRUSHER,” it is supposed, is in California with its friends. G.R.G. * * * * * ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND. WORDS BY D. W. BELISLE. ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO, BY JAMES PIPER. [Illustration] My native land adieu; Ye blooming, sunlit hills, Ye mountains tipped with blue, And lovely, dancing rills, My [Illustration] heart is sad to part with scenes like you, Ye much loved haunts of youth, adieu, adieu. SECOND VERSE. Sweet Memory, how my soul Beats at thy magic touch! ’Tis strange that thy control Can make us bear so much; For, while my thoughts in sadness turn to you, My heart in silence breathes a fond adieu! * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained. Grammar has been maintained as in the original. Punctuation has been corrected without note. Other errors have been corrected as noted below. For illustrations, some caption text may be missing or incomplete due to condition of the originals available for preparation of the ebook.