sighs one on this side of the pond, and circles with the restlessness of despair to some new perch on the gray oaks. Then⁠— that I never had been bor‑r‑r‑r‑n ! echoes another on the farther side with tremulous sincerity, and⁠— bor‑r‑r‑r‑n! comes faintly from far in the Lincoln woods.