are swamps and paddy-fields, which abound in snipe and other game.
Now, is not this a Zoological Garden on the grandest scale?

H.C.B.

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OLD POETS.

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BALLAD OF AGINCOURT.

(_From "England's Heroical Epistles[5]._")

Faire stood the wind for France,
When we, our sayles advance,
Nor now to proue our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the mayne,
At Kaux, the mouth of Sene,
With all his martiall trayne,
Landed King Harry.

And taking many a fort,
Furnished in warlike sort,
Marcheth towards Agincourt,