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One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall door; and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush and scaur,
They'll have fleet steeds that follow !” cried young Lochinvar.
There was mounting ʼmong Græmes of the Netherby clan;
Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran;
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie lea ;
But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar!

Scott.

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 ·

spread.

“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

all."

"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.

* Thrown.

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

ale.

“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.

save ye?'

- “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

back.

“ 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

moonlight in.

"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

tew.

“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

morrow.

* 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

he.

“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

hollow'd.

“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.

Bloomfield.

THE INCHCAPE ROCK.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was as still as she could be,
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.
When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell,
The Mariners heard the warning bell;
And then they knew the perilous Rock,
And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.

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