march name ince, "Sleep, Ellen Aubrey, sleep, and dream of me: Sleep, Ellen, folded in thy sister's arm, And sleeping, haply dream her arm is mine. 66 Sleep, Ellen, folded in Emilia's arm; Emilia, fairer than all else but thou, For thou art fairer than all else that is. "Sleep, breathing health and peace upon her breast: Sleep, breathing love and trust against her lip: I go to-night: I come to-morrow morn. So sang we each to either, Francis Hale, Did what I would; but ere the night we rose WALKING TO THE MAIL. John. I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows look Above the river, and, but a month ago, The whole hill-side was redder than a fox. Is yon plantation where this byway joins James. Yes. John. And when does this come by? James. The mail? At one o'clock. John. What is it now? James. A quarter to. John. Whose house is that I see Beyond the watermills? James. Sir Edward Head's: But he's abroad: the place is to be sold. John. Oh, his. He was not broken. From all men, and commercing with hims He lost the sense that handles daily lifeThat keeps us all in order more or lessAnd sick of home went overseas for chang John. And whither ? James. Nay, who knows? he's. But let him go; his devil goes with him, As well as with his tenant, Jocky Dawes. John. What's that? A woman like a butt, and harsh as crabs. John. Oh yet but I remember, ten years back- As clean and white as privet when it flowers. James. Ay, ay, the blossom fades, and they that loved At first like dove and dove were cat and dog. She was the daughter of a cottager, Out of her sphere. What betwixt shame and pride, Like men, like manners: like breeds like, they say. Kind nature is the best: those manners next |