THE GARRET. What though from whom she got her dress I've since Still in those days I envied not a prince, Here the glad tidings on our banquet burst, Yes, it was here Marengo's triumph first Bronze cannon roared; France with redoubled might Proudly we drank our Consul's health that night Dreams of my youthful days! I'd freely give, All the dull days I'm destined yet to live, Where shall I now find raptures that were felt, And hopes that dawned at twenty, when I dwelt. In attic cell? PIERRE JEAN DE BÉRANGER. (French.) Translation of Rev. FRANCIS MAHONY. (Father Prout.) MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day, Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. MAUD MULLER. But when she glanced to the far-off town, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest A wish, that she hardly dared to own, The Judge rode slowly down the lane, He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow, across the road. She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down "Thanks!" said the Judge, "a sweeter draught From a fairer hand was never quaffed." He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, MAUD MULLER. Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her briar-torn gown, And listened, while a pleased surprise At last, like one who for delay Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away. Maud Muller looked, and sighed: "Ah me! "He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine. 66 My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat. "I'd dress my mother so grand and gay, And the baby should have a new toy each day. "And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor, And all should bless me who left our door." The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, |