THE WORDS AND MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM. _Andante._ [Illustration: Music] 1 Who hath killed the pretty flow’rs, Born and bred in summer bowers; Who hath ta’en away their bloom Who hath swept them to the tomb? Jack Frost, Jack Frost. 2 Who hath chased the birds so gay, Lark and linnet, all away? Who hath hushed their joyous breath, And made the woodland still as death? Jack Frost--Jack Frost. 3 Who hath chilled the laughing river? Who doth make the old oak shiver? Who hath wrapped the world in snow? Who doth make the wild winds blow? Jack Frost--Jack Frost. 4 Who doth ride on snowy drift When the night wind’s keen and swift-- O’er the land and o’er the sea-- Bent on mischief--who is he? Jack Frost--Jack Frost. 5 Who doth strike with icy dart, The way-worn traveller to the heart? Who doth make the ocean-wave-- The seaman’s home--the seaman’s grave? Jack Frost--Jack Frost. 6 Who doth prowl at midnight hour Like a thief around the door, Through each crack and crevice creeping, Through the very key-hole peeping? Jack Frost--Jack Frost. 7 Who doth pinch the traveller’s toes? Who doth wring the school-boy’s nose? Who doth make your fingers tingle? Who doth make the sleigh bells jingle? Jack Frost--Jack Frost. [Illustration: ROBERT MERRY’S MUSEUM.] My own Adventures. (_Continued from page 15._) CHAPTER V. _About Bill Keeler.--The Fox-Trap, and Mistress Sally St. John.--A Hunting Excursion.--Extraordinary large Game!--A remarkable Story to come._ The little town of Salem was situated at the foot of a mountain, consisting of wild and broken ridges, forming the boundary between the states of New York and Connecticut. Being now almost entirely at liberty, I spent a great part of my time in rambling among the mountains. In these excursions, Bill Keeler was my almost constant attendant. My uncle, disposed to humor me in everything, allowed me to dispose of my time as I chose, and permitted Bill to leave his work or school, whenever I desired his company, and this was almost every day.