SPRAGUE. 46. I know the spot; The curtain'd windows half exclude the light, Yet eager still to make their way, A thousand elfin sunbeams bright, Glittering about the carpet play. But what attracts you chiefly there Is _one_ who in a cushion'd rocking-chair Doth sit and read. MRS. A. M. WELLS. 47. The wild wind sweeps across your low damp floors, And makes a weary noise and wailing moan; All night you hear the clap of broken doors, That on their rusty hinges grate and groan; And then old voices, calling from behind The worn and wormy wainscot, flapping in the wind. THOMAS MILLER. 48. In simple _western_ style, With all your chambers on the lower floor; In fact, of stories you will boast no more Than simply one. 'Tis at the river's side, And near it grows a noble sycamore; A velvet lawn of green, outspreading wide, Slopes smoothly down, to meet the ever-rippling tide. MRS. DANA. 49. It is a _home to die for_, as it stands Through its vine foliage, sending forth a sound Of mirthful childhood o'er the green repose And laughing sunshine of the pastures round. HEMANS. 50. Gay apartments, Where mimic life beneath the storied roof Glows to the eye, and at the painter's touch A new creation glows along the walls. ARTHUR MURPHY--_Orphan of China_. 51. Down by the hamlet's hawthorn-scented way, Where round the cot's romantic glade are seen The blossom'd bean-field, and the sloping green. CAMPBELL. 52. A _lonesome lodge_, That stands so lowe in lonely glen. The little windowe dim and darke Is hung with ivy, brier, and yewe; No shimmering sun here ever shone, No halesome breeze here ever blewe. No chair, no table may you spye, No cheareful hearth, no welcome bed, Naught save a _rope_ with running noose, That dangling hangs up o'er your heade. PERCY'S RELIQUES--_Heir of Linne_. 53. The mountains, the mountains! amidst them is your home; To their pure and sparkling fountains impatiently you come; Their bleak and towering summits invade the dark blue sky, But o'er their rudest ridges your fancy loves to fly. DR. S. H. DICKSON. 54. A lowly roof; Thou know'st it well, and yet 'twill seem more low Than it was wont to seem, for thou wilt be A visitant of loftier domes and halls, Meet for the feet of princes. MRS. SIGOURNEY.