And let a voice be murmuring near,
When other sounds are faint and low.
And whisper softly in my ear.
When Death's chill dews are on my ear--

"Yes, we shall meet again,
When this world's strife is over;
And, where comes not care or pain,
A better land discover."

_Kirton Lindsey_.

ANNE R.

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WHO WAS KATERFELTO?

(_To the Editor_.)


Perhaps some of your curious readers would oblige me with a little
information concerning the personage mentioned in these lines of Cowper:--

"And Katerfelto, with his hair on end,
At his own wonders wondering for his bread,"

_Task--Winter Evening_.