FALCONER. A BALLAD OF SIR JOHN FRANKLIN. FROM A VOLUME OF POEMS BY THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES. [Just Published in London.] NOTHING ALONE. All round and shot the friend ye're spakin' of?" and Betty gave a long secret talk with mamma. It was a good, 274, 307; sensitiveness of, 275. Eccentric, _52_, 53; setting of, 53. Sliders, 297. Sound, nature of, 112; static, 114. Electric bell, 119, _120_; signalling, 225; slot, 226. Electroplating, 185, _186_. Electro-magnets, 117. Endolymph, 272. Engines, compound, 59; donkey, 68; double-cylinder, 47; internal-combustion, 87, 95; reciprocating, 44. Escapement of timepieces, 416; cylinder, _420_; lever, 421, _422_. Ether, 270. Eustachian tube, 276. Eye, human, 246, _247_; self-accommodation of, 248.
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