One day as he stood at his two-story casement, To observe what might cause either mirth or amazement, There chanced to pass by with a step light and nimble, As pretty a lass as e'er wielded a thimble; And onward she tripped, so fantastic and airy: If a wife wouldn't eat much, I think I might marry! We shall have what will warrant an evening's amusement, And his heart sat to work with its bumping once more. The ladies and gentlemen sat down to the table. Step up to the head, and take that arm chair." Miss Fannie step round to the opposite side." Yes, madam," with diffidence Fannie replied. Peter drew great respect, for quite near the top he sat, And the blushing young Fannie directly opposite. "Shall I help you to this? Shall I help you to that? Choose coffee or tea, Miss? Choose lean, Miss, or fat?" "I've no choice, I thank you. 'Tis quite immaterial." Help yourselves, ladies, I can't be near you all.” 66 Miss Fannie," says Peter, "what would you prefer?” "Oh, la!" exclaimed cousin, "you need not help her;" "What! not help Miss Fannie ?" cried he with surprise, “I scarce ever eat, sir," Miss Fannie replies; "Dear me! now that's strange." true, "But," says cousin, "'tis And indeed I don't wonder it seems strange to you, She was always so delicate, modest and mild. And for a twelve month or so, or I think some such matter, She consumed but two biscuits and one glass of water." Says Peter, "the thing is confoundedly queer, 66 And yet she looks hearty, and buxom, and fair," She heard him, then blushed, and shed tears, and then married. The wedding passed over as most weddings do, They had excellent fare, though the guests were but few, The third morning came, he was sitting at home, Dreaming of transport and rapture to come; When in tones somewhat shrill, was heard the good lady, When a sight struck him stiff in the midst of the floor; Were the objects that caused such excessive surprise; 66 Why, Fannie, my dear,” cried he in great haste, If you can eat that one, I'm able for this." Is it possible, madam, you can eat all that meat? But who shall describe the fond widow's distress? All my property is yours, (oft he 'd said it before,) 'Tis a sad thing to lose a kind husband; O, dear! A ROYAL PRINCESS.--CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest, Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast, Two and two my guards behind, two and two before, All my walls are lost in mirrors, whereupon I trace Then I have an ivory chair high to sit upon, Almost like my father's chair, which is an ivory throne; There I sit uplift and upright, there I sit alone. Alone by day, alone by night, alone days without end; My father and my mother give me treasures, search and spend O my father! O my mother! have you ne'er a friend? As I am a lofty princess, so my father is A lofty king, accomplished in all kingly subtleties, Holding in his strong right hand world-kingdoms' balances. He has quarreled with his neighbors, he has scourged his On whose track the vulture swoops, when they ride in state Some to work on roads, canals; some to man his ships; Once it came into my heart and whelmed me like a flood, That these, too, are men and women, human flesh and blood; Men with hearts and men with souls, though trodden down like mud. Our feasting was not glad that night, our music was not gay; I sat beside them sole princess in my exalted place, It showed me that my ladies all are fair to gaze upon, Plump, plenteous-haired, to every one love's secret lore is known, They laugh by day, they sleep by night; ah me, what is a throne? The singing men and women sang that night as usual, Amid the toss of torches to my chamber back we swept; went To think of some in galling chains whether they waked or slept. I took my bath of scented milk, delicately waited on, namon, They lit my shaded silver lamp and left me there alone. A day went by, a week went by. One day I heard it said: "Men are clamoring, women, children, clamoring to be fed; Men like famished dogs are howling in the streets for bread." So two whispered by my door, not thinking I could hear, Vulgar, naked truth, ungarnished for a royal ear; Fit for cooping in the background, not to stalk so near. But I strained my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark: "There are families out grazing like cattle in the park." A pair of peasants must be saved even if we build an ark." A merry jest, a merry laugh, each strolled upon his way; One was my page, a lad I reared and bore with day by day; One was my youngest maid, as sweet and white as cream in May. Other footsteps followed softly with a weightier tramp; Voices said: "Picked soldiers have been summoned from the camp - To quell these base-born ruffians who make free to howl and stamp." "Howl and stamp?" one answered: "They made free to hurl a stone At the minister's state coach, well aimed and stoutly thrown.” "There's work, then, for the soldiers, for this rank crop must be mown." "One I saw, a poor old fool with ashes on his head, Whimpering because a girl had snatched his crust of bread: Then he dropped; when some one raised him, it turned out he was dead.' "After us the deluge," was retorted with a laugh: 66 "If bread 's the staff of life, they must walk without a staff." While I've a loaf they're welcome to my blessing and the chaff." These passed. The king: stand up. Said my father with a smile: "Daughter mine, your mother comes to sit with you awhile, She's sad to-day, and who but you her sadness can beguile?" He, too, left me. Shall I touch my harp now while I wait,— (I hear them doubling guard below before our palace gate,-) Or shall I work the last gold stitch into my veil of state; Or shall my woman stand and read some unimpassioned scene, There's music of a lulling sort in words that pause between; Or shall she merely fan me while I wait here for the queen? |