The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 4, March, 1851

CHAPTER I.

_How the Brooklet was born; and lodged; and wandered off one rainy day._

There was once a Brooklet born of a modest spring that circled through a smiling meadow. All the hours of the Spring, and the Summer, and the Autumn, kept she her musical round; greeting the sun at his rising, together with the meadow-larks which came to dip their beaks in the sparkling water-d...