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That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade.
An angel beautiful and bright,
This miserable Knight.
He leaped amid a murderous band,
The Lady of the Land.
And how she wept and clasped his knees,
And how she tended him in vain,
And that she nursed him in a cave,
And how his madness went away,
A dying man he lay.
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
Disturbed her soul with pity.
All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve,
The rich and balmy eve.
An undistinguishable throng,
Subdued and cherished long.
She wept with pity and delight,
She blushed with love and virgin shame, And like the echo of a dream,
I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved ; she stept aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped ; Then suddenly with timorous eyes
She fled to me and wept.
She half enclosed me in her arms,
And gazed upon my face.
'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
The swelling of he heart.
My bright and beauteous bride.
(In reciting this capital sketch of Yankee Courtship, care should be taken not to overdo the humor-it is not a burlesque, but a bit of real life, and the slight nasal drawl and droll pronounciation of the words should be just sufficiently marked to give truthful local color. ing to the pretty picture ]
God makes sech nights !-all white an' still
Fur'z you can look or listen-
All silence and all glisten!
An' peeked in thru' the.winder;
'Ith no one nigh to hender.
'A fireplace filled the room's one side,
With half a cord o'wood in,-
To bake ye to a puddin'.
The wa'nut iogs shot sparkles out
Towards the pootiest, bless her!
An'leetle flames danced all about
The chiny on the dresser.
Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung;
An' in amongst em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet Gran’ther Young
Fetched back from Concord bursted.
The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm from floor to ceilin', An' she looked full ez rosy agin
Ez the apples she was peelin'.
'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look
On sech a blessed cretur ;
Ain't modester nor sweeter.
He was six foot o' man-A 1,
Clean grit, an' human natur; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton,
Nor dror a furrer straighter.
He'd sparked it with full twenty gals
Hed squired 'em, danced 'em, druv 'emFust this one, and then thet by spells :
All is, he couldn't love 'em.
But long o' her his veins 'ould run
All crinkly, like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o'sun
Ez a south slope in Ap'il.
She thought no vice hed sech a swing
Ez hisn in the choir.
She knowed the Lord was nigher.
An' she'd blush scarlet, right in prayer,
When her new meetin-bunnit
O'blue eyes sot upon it.
Thet night, I tell ye, she looked some :
She seemed to 've gut a new soul; For she felt sartin-sure he'd come,
Down to her very shoe-sole.
She heered a foot, an' knowed it tu,
A raspin' on the scraper,-
Like sparks in burnt-up paper.
Some doubtfle o' the sekle;
But hern went pity Zekle.
An' yit she gin her cheer a jirk,
As though she wished him furder;
Parin' away like murder.
6 You want to see my Pa, I s'pose ?"
I come design-in“ To see my Ma ? she's sprinklin' clo'se
Agin to-inorrer's i'nin?."
Or don't,'ould be presumin';
Comes nateral to women.
He stood a spell on one foot fust,
Then stood a spell on t’other;
He could n't ha’ told ye nuther.
Says he, “ I'd better call agin;"
Says she, “ Think likely, Mister;"
An' .... Wal, he up an' kist her!
Huldy sot pale ez ashes-
An' teary roun' the lashes.
For she was jes' the quiet kind,
Whose naturs never vary-
Snow hid in Jenooary.
The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued,
Too tight for all expressin
Tell mother see how metters stood,
An' gin 'em both her blessin.
Then her red come back like the tide,
Down to the Bay o' Fundy ;
In meetin' come next Sunday.
THE RICH MAN AND THE POOR MAN.
(The following is a very useful piece for recitation ; as it will dis. play all the reciter's ability; not as a powerful speaker, but as being able, by attention to the peculiar punctuation and covert meaning, to render obvious all the delicate lights and shades of truth and irony conveyed by the varying seutences.)
So goes the world ;-if wealthy you may call
Though you are worthless, witless-never mind it;
You seek respect, no doubt, and you will find it.
But if you are poor, Heaven help you! though your sire Had royal blood in him, and you Possess the intellect of angels, too, "Tis all in vain ;-the world will ne'er inquire On such a score :-why should it take the pains ? "T is easier to weigh purses, sure, than brains.
I once saw a poor fellow, keen and clever, Witty and wise; he paid a man a visit,
And no one noticed him, and no one ever Gave him a welcome. - Strange,” cried he, “whence is it?" He walked on this side, then on that, He tried to introduce a social chat; Now here, now there, in vain he tried : Some formally and freezingly replied, And some said, by their silence -“ Better stay at home.” A rich man burst the door,