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One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,
THE MERRY HARVEST-HOME. What gossips prattled in the sun, who talk'd him fairly down,
Up, memory! tell : 'tis Suffolk fun, and lingo of their own. Ah ! Judie Twitchet! though thou’rt dead, with thee the tale
begins, For still seem thrumming in my head the rattling of thy pins ! Thou queen of knitters ; for a ball of worsted was thy pride : With dangling stockings great and small, and world of clack
beside! “We did so laugh; the moon shone bright; more fun you never
knew ; 'Twas Farmer Cheerum’s Horkey* night, and I, and Grace,
and Sue. “But bring a stool, sit round about, and boys, be quiet, pray;
And let me tell my story out; 'twas sitch a merry day! The butcher whistled at the door, and brought a load of meat; Boys rubb’d their hands, and cried, "There's more ;' dogs
wagg’d their tails to see't. “On went the boilers till the haket had much ado to bear 'em ; The magpie talk'd for talking sake; birds sung, but who could
hear 'em ? Creak went the jack; the cats were scar’d, we had not time to
heed 'em; The owd hins cackled in the yard, for we forgot to feed 'em!
* Harvest-home. t Sliding pot-hook.,
“ Yet 'twas not I, as I may say, because as how, d'ye see,
I only help’d'there for the day; they cou’dn't lay't to me. Now Mrs. Cheerum's best lace cap was mounted on her head : Guests at the door began to rap, and now the cloth was ·
“Then clatter went the earthen plates,– Mind, Judie,' was the
... cry ; I could have cop't* them at their pates ! 'Trenchers for me,'
said I, “That look so clean upon the ledge, and never mind a fall;
Nor ever turn a sharp knife's edge;—but fashion rules us
"Home came the jovial Horkey load, last of the whole year's crop; And Grace amongst the green bouglis rode, right plump upon
the top. This way, and that the wagon reeld, and never queen rode
higher; Her cheeks were color'd in the field, and ours before the fire.
“ The laughing harvest-folks and John, came in and look'd askew; 'Twas my red face that set them on, and then they leer'd at
Sue. And farmer Cheerum went, good man, and broach'd the Horkey
beer; And sitch a mortt of folk began to eat up our good cheer. “Says he, “Thank God for what's before us; that thus we meet
again ;' The mingling voices, like a chorus, join'd cheerfully ‘Amen.'Welcome and plenty, there they found 'em, the ribs of beef grew
light; And puddings—till the boys got round 'em, and then they
* vanish'd quite ! “Now all the guests, with Farmer Crouder, began to prate of
corn, And we found out they talk'd the louder, the oftner pass'd
the horn. Out came the nuts ; we set a-cracking; the ale came round our
way; By gom, we women fell a-clacking as loud again as they.
í Such a number.
“Jolin sung "Old Benbow' loud and strong, and I ‘The Constant
Swain,' *Cheer up my Lads,' was Simon's song, 'We'll conquer them
again.' Now twelve o'clock was drawing nigh, and all in merry cue; ! I knock'd the cask, 'O, ho!' said I, 'we've almost con
quer'd you.'. “My Lord* begg'd round, and held his hat; says Farmer Gruff,
says he, *There's many a Lord, Sam, I know, that has begg'd as well
as thee.' Bump in his hat the shillings tumbled all round among the folks : 'Laugh if you wool,' said Sam, and mumbled, “You pay for
all your jokes.'
“ Joint stock, you know, among the men, to drink at their own
charges; So up they got full drive, and then went to halloo largess.t And sure enough the noise they made !—but let me mind my
tale; We follow'd them, we wor'nt afraid, we’ad all been drinking
“As they stood hallooing back to back, we, lightly as a feather, Went sliding round, and in a crack had pinn’d their coats to
gether. 'Twas near upon't as light as noon; “A largess," on the hill,
They shouted to the full round moon, I think I hear 'em still!
“But when they found the trick, my stars ! they well knew whom
to blame, Our giggles turn’d to ha, ha, ha's, and arter us they came, Grace by the tumbril made a squat, then ran as Sam came by,
They said she could not run for fat; I know she did not try. “Sue round the neat-housef squalling ran, where Simon scarcely
dare; He stopp'd—for he's a fearful man—By gom, there's suffeng
there! And off set John, with all his might, to chase me down the yard,
Till I was nearly gran’d|| outright; he hugg'd so woundly hard.
* The leader of the reapers. + A collection of money to be spent.
# Cow-house. $ Something. Strangled.
“Still they kept up the race and laugh, and round the house we
flew; But hark ye! the best fun by half was Simon arter Sue. She cared not, dark nor light, not she, so, near the dairy door,
She pass'd a clean white log, you see, they'd kilt the day before.
- “High on the spirket* there it hung,—Now, Susie, what can Round the cold pig his arms he flung, and cried, “Ah! bere I
have ye.' The farmers heard what Simon said, and what a noise! good lack ! Some almost laugh’d themselves to dead, and others clapp'd his
“ We all at once began to tell what fun we had abroad; But Simon stood our jeers right well ;—he fell asleep and
snored. Then in his button-hole upright, did Farmer Crouder put
A slip of paper twisted tight, and held the candle to't.
“It smoked and smoked beneath his nose, the harmless blaze crept
higher; Till with a vengeance up he rose, 'Grace, Judie, Sue! fire, fire ! The clock struck one-some talk'd of parting, some said it was a
sin, · And hitch'd their chairs; but those for starting now let the
"Owd women, loitering for the nonce, f stood praising the fine
weather! The men-folks took the hint at once to kiss them all together; And out ran every soul beside, a shanny pated † crew; Owd folks could neither run nor hide-some ketch'd one, some
“They skrigglds and began to scold, but laughing got the master; Some quack’líng|| cried, “Let go your hold; the farmers held
the faster. All innocent that I'll be sworn, there wor’nt a bit of sorrow, And women, if their gowns are torn, can mend them on the
* An iron-hook. | Giddy, thoughtless.
+ For the purpose. To struggle quick. [ Choking.
“Our shadows helter-skelter danced about the moonlight ground; The wondering sheep, as on we pranced, got up and gazed
around, And well they might-till Farmer Cheerum, now with a hearty glee,
Bade all good morn as he came near 'em, and then to bed went
“Then off we stroll’d this way and that, with merry voices ringing;
And echo 'answer'd us right pat, as home we rambled singing. For when we laugh’d, it laugh'd again, and to our own doors
follow'd; “Yo, ho !' we cried; 'Yo, ho!' so plain the misty meadow
“That's all my tale, and all the fun; come turn your wheels about ;
My worsted, see !-that's nicely done, just held my story out." Poor Judie!—Thus Time knits or spins the worsted from Life's
ball, 'Death stopp'd thy tales, and stopp'd thy pins, -and so he'll serve us all.
THE INCHCAPE ROCK.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok