Like one that loved him: and the lad stretch'd out And babbled for the golden seal, that hung From Allan's watch, and sparkled by the fire. Then they came in: but when the beheld boy His mother, he cried out to come to her: Or William, or this child; but now I come For Dora: take her back; she loves you well. O Sir, when William died, he died at peace 'God bless him!' he said, and may he never know The troubles I have gone thro'!' Then he turn'd His face and pass'd-unhappy that I am! But now, Sir, let me have my boy, for Will make him hard, and he will learn to slight you His father's memory; and take Dora back, And let all this be as it was before." So Mary said, and Dora hid her face By Mary. There was silence in the room; And all at once the old man burst in sobs : "I have been to blame-to blame. I have kill'd my son. I have kill'd him-but I loved him-my dear son. May God forgive me!—I have been to blame. Kiss me, my children." Then they clung about The old man's neck, and kiss'd him many times. And all the man was broken with remorse; And all his love came back a hundredfold; And for three hours he sobb'd o'er William's child, Thinking of William. So those four abode Within one house together; and as years Went forward, Mary took another mate; But Dora lived unmarried till her death. A REPORT FROM BELOW! "Blow high, blow low."-SEA SONG. BY THOMAS HOOD. As Mister B. and Mistress B. One night were sitting down to tea, They heard a loud and sudden bounce, They could not for a time pronounce If they were safe or shot For Memory brought a deed to match Before one eye appeared a Patch, To be belabour'd out of life, Without some small attempt at strife, One impulse mov'd both man and dame, Suppose the couple standing so, All steaming like a brewer's rat, And then-as white as my cravat Poor Mary May, the servant! Lord, how the couple's teeth did chatter, Speak! Fire? or Murder? What's the matter?" |