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The snow-clad yew-tree stirred with pain, to hear that plaintive cry;

The old church listened, and the spire kept pointing

to the sky;

With kindlier touch the bitter wind play'd in her locks of grey,

And the queenly moon upon her head shone with a softened ray.

She rose to leave that lonely bed-her heart was grieving sore,

One step she took, and then her tears fell faster than before;

She turned and gave another look,-one lingering look she gave,

Then, sighing, left him lying in his little wintry grave.

(By permission of the Author.)

COME WHOAM TO THY CHILDER AN' ME. BY EDWIN Waugh.

Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob;

Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;
There's some nice bacon-collops o' th' hob,
An' a quart o' ale posset i'th' oon;
Aw've brought thi top-cwot, does ta know,
For th' rain's comin' deawn very dree;
An' th' har'stone's as white as new snow ;—
Come whoam to thi childer an' me.

When aw put little Sally to bed,

Hoo cried, 'cose her feyther weren't theer; So, aw kissed th' little thing, an' aw said

Thae'd bring her a ribbin fro th' fair;
An' aw gav her her doll, an' some rags,
An' a nice little white cotton bo';
An' aw kiss'd her again; but hoo said
At hoo wanted to kiss thee an' o'.

An' Dick, too, aw'd sich wark wi' him,
Afore aw could get him upstairs;
Thae towd him thae'd bring him a drum,

He said, when he're sayin' his prayers;
Then he looked i' my face, an' he said,
"Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad?"
An' he cried till his e'en were quite red;

He likes thee some weel, does yon lad!

At th' lung-length, aw geet em' laid still;
An' aw hearken't folk's feet at went by;
So aw iron't o' my clooas reet weel,

An' aw hanged 'em o' th' maiden to dry; When aw'd mended thi stockin's an' shirts, Aw sit deawn to knit i' my cheer,

An' aw rayley did feel rayther hurt,--
Mon, aw'm one-ly when theaw artn't thecr.

"Aw've a drum an' a trumpet for Dick; Aw've a yard o' blue ribbin for Sal; Aw've a book full o' babs; an' a stick,

An' some 'bacco an' pipes for mysel;

Aw've brought thee some coffee an' tay,-
Iv thae'll feel i' my pocket, thae'll see ;
An' aw bought thee a new cap to-day,

But, aw olez bring summat for thee!"

"God bless thou, my lass; aw'll go whoam, An' aw'll kiss thee an' th' childer o' reawnd Thae knows, that wheerever aw roam,

Aw'm fain to get back to th' owd greawnd. Aw can do wi' a crack o'er a glass;

Aw can do wi' a bit ov a spree;
But aw've no gradely comfort, my lass,
Except wi' yon childer an' thee!”

(By permission of the Author.)

MAUD MÜLLER.

BY J. G. WHITTIER.

MAUD MÜLLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the meadows sweet with hay.
Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
Of simple beauty and rustic health.
Singing, she wrought, and a merry glee
The mock-bird echoed from his tree.

But, when she glanced to the far-off town,
White from its hill-slope looking down,

The sweet song died, and a vague unrest
And a nameless longing filled her breast-

A wish, that she hardly dared to own,
For something better than she had known.

The Judge rode slowly down the lane,
Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane.

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 meadows 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
On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown.

"Thanks!" said the Judge, "a sweeter draught From a fairer hand was never quaff'd."

He spoke of the grass, and flowers, and trees,
Of the singing birds and the humming bees;

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 her graceful ankles bare and brown;

And listened, while a pleased surprise
Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.

At last, like one who for delay
Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away.