THE DESERTED VILLAGE By Oliver Goldsmith Illustrated by the Etching Club New York: D. Appleton And Co. Broadway MDCCCLVII [Illustration: 0001] [Illustration: 0008] The Illustrations in this Volume are copied, with permission, from a series of Etchings published some years since by the "Etching Club." Only a few impressions of that work were printed, the copper-plates were destroyed, and the book, except in a very expensive form, has long been unattainable. Great care has been taken to render the present Wood-blocks as like the original Etchings as the different methods of engraving will allow. ILLUSTRATIONS Page Sweet Auburn! loveliest milage of the plain...T. Creswick, R.A....007 The never-failing brook, the busy mill........T. Creswick, R.A....008 The hawthorn bush, with seals in shade........C. W. Cope, R.A.....009 The matron's glance that would reprove........H. J. Townsend......010 The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest...F. Tayler...........012 These, far departing, seek a kinder shore.....C. Stonhouse........014 Amidst the swains show my book-learn'd skill..J. C. Horsley.......015 And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue..F. Tayler...........016 To spurn imploring famine from the gale.......C. W. Cope, R.A.....017 While resignation gently slopes the way.......T. Creswick, R.A....018 The playful children let loose from school....T. Webster, R.A.....019 All but yon widow'd solitary thing............F. Tayler...........020 The village preacher's modest mansion rose....T. Creswick, R.A....021 He chid their wanderings; relieved pain.......C. W. Cope, R.A.....022 Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd fields won..C. W. Cope, R.A.....023 Beside the bed where parting life was laid....R. Redgrave, R.A....025 And pluck'd his gown, share the man's smile...J. C. Horsley.......026 The village master taught his little school...T. Webster, R.A.....027 Full well they laugh'd with glee..............T. Webster, R.A.....028 Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd...T. Webster, R.A.....028 In arguing too the parson own'd his skill.....C. W. Cope, R.A.....029 Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head high...T. Creswick, R.A....030 Where village statesmen with looks profound...F. Tayler...........031 But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade....J. C. Horsley.......033 Proud swells the tide with loads of ore.......T. Creswick, R.A....034 If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd...C. Stonhouse........036 Where the poor houseless female lies..........J. C. Horsley.......037 She left her wheel and robes of brown.........J. C. Horsley.......038 The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake....T. Creswick, R.A....040 The cooling brookt the grassy-vested green....T. Creswick, R.A....041