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He shall have a cheerful home;
She will order all things duly,
When beneath his roof they come.
Thus her heart rejoices greatly,
Till a gateway she discerns,
With armorial bearings stately,
And beneath the gate she turns;
Sees a mansion more majestic
Than all those she saw belore;
Many a gallant gay domestic,
Bows before him at the door.
And they speak in gentle murmur,
When they answer to his call,
While he treads with footsteps firmer,
Leading on from hall to hall.
And while now she wonders blindly,
Nor the meaning can divine,
Proudly turns he round and kindly,
"All of this is mine and thine,"
Here he lives in state and bounty,
Lord of Burleigh, fair and free,
Not a lord in all the county
Is so great a lord as he.
All at once the colour flushes
Her sweet face from brow to chin:
As it were with shame the blushes,
And her spirit changed within.
Then her countenance all over,
Pale again as death did prove:
But he clasped her like a lover,
And he cheered her soul with love.
So she strove against her weakness,
Though at times her spirits sank;
Shaped her heart with woman's meekness, To all duties of her rank:
And a gentle consort made he,
And her gentle mind was such,
That she grew a noble lady,
And the people loved her much.
But a trouble weighed upon her,
And perplexed her night and morn,
With the burden of an honour
Unto which she was not born.
Faint she grew, and ever fainter,
As she murmur'd, " O, that he
"Were once more that landscape painter
"Which did win my heart from me!"
So she drooped and drooped before him,
Fading slowly from his side:
Three fair children first she bore him,
Then before her time she died.
Weeping, weeping late and early,
Walking up and pacing down,
Deeply mourned the Lord of Burleigh,
Burleigh House by Stamford town.
And he came to look upon her,
And he looked at her, and said,
"Bring the dress, and put it on her,
"That she wore when she was wed."
Then her people, softly treading,
Bore to earth her body drest
In the dress that she was wed in,
That her spirit might have rest.
Tennyson. 42.—FOR A'THAT AND ATHAT.
Is there, for honest poverty,
What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden,-grey, and a'that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a'that.
For a'that, and a'that,
Their tinsel show, and a'that;
An honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o'men for a'that.
Ye see yon birkie,a ca'd a lord,
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a'that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith he mauna fa' that!
For a'that, and a'that,
Their dignities, and a'that,
humble. a a clever fellow. 3 a blockhead.
The pith o'sense, and pride o'worth,
Then let us pray, that come it may,
43.^-FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN.
Young Ben he was a nice young man,
But as they fetch'd a walk one day,
The boatswain swore with wicked words,
"Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head,
So when they'd made their game of her,
4 be the victor.
She roused and found she only was
"And is he gone, and is he gone?"
A waterman came up to her,
"Alas! they've taken my beau Ben
Says he, "They've only taken him
"O! would I were a mermaid now
"Alas ! I was not born beneath
Now Ben had sail'd to many a place