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Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how,
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes;

But what were his arguments few people know,
For the Court did not think they were equally wise,

So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,—
Decisive and clear, without one if or but,
That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,

By daylight or candle-light, Eyes should be shut.


“AND where have you been, my Mary,
And where have you been from me?”

“I’ve been at the top of the Caldon-Low,
The midsummer night to see . "

“And what did you see, my Mary,
All up on the Caldon-Low 2°

“I saw the blithe sunshine come down,
And I saw the merry winds blow.”

“And what did you hear, my Mary,
All up on the Caldon-Hill ?”

“I heard the drops of water made,
And the green corn-ears to fill.”

“O, tell me all, my Mary, -
All, all that ever you know;

for you must have seen the fairies,
Last night, on Caldon-Low.”


“Then take me on your knee, mother,
And listen, mother of mine; —

A hundred fairies danced last night,
And the harpers they were nine.

“And merry was the glee of the harp-strings,
And their dancing feet so small;

But, O, the sound of the talking
Was merrier far than all!”

“And what were the words, my Mary,
That you did hear them say?”

“I’ll tell you all, my mother, —
But let me have my way!

“And some, they played with the water,
And rolled it down the hill: —

“And this,' they said, “shall speedily turn
The poor old miller's mill;

“‘For there has been no water
Ever since the first of May;

And a busy man shall the miller be
By the dawning of the day !

“‘O, the miller, how he will laugh
When he sees the mill-dam rise !

The jolly old miller, how he will laugh,
Till the tears fill both his eyes

“And some, they seized the little winds
That sounded over the hill,

And each put a horn into his mouth,
And blew so sharp and shrill:—

“‘And there,” said they, “the merry winds go,
Away from every horn;

And those shall clear the mildew dank
From the blind old widow's corn

“‘O, the poor, blind old widow, -
Though she has been blind so long,

She’ll be merry enough when the mildew's gone,
And the corn stands stiff and strong!”

“And some they brought the brown lint-seed,
And flung it down from the Low : —

“And this,” said they, ‘by the sunrise,
In the weaver's croft shall grow !

“‘O the poor, lame weaver,
How he will laugh outright

When he sees his dwindling flax-field
All full of flowers by night!’

“And then upspoke a brownie,
With a long beard on his chin: —

‘I have spun up all the tow,” said he,
‘And I want some more to spin.

“‘I’ve spun a piece of hempen cloth,
And I want to spin another, —
A little sheet for Mary's bed,

And an apron for her mother!’

“And with that I could not help but laugh,
And I laughed out loud and free;

And then on the top of the Caldom-Low
There was no one left but me.

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“And all on the top of the Caldon-Low
The mists were cold and gray,

And nothing I saw but the mossy stones
That round about me lay.

“But as I came down from the hill-top,
I heard a jar below;

How busy the jolly miller was,
And how merry the wheel did go

“And I peeped into the widow's field,

And, sure enough, were seen
The yellow ears of the mildewed corn
All standing stiff and green.

“And down by the weaver's croft I stole,
To see if the flax were high;

But I saw the weaver at his gate,
With the good news in his eye

“Now, this is all I heard, mother,
And all that I did see;

So, prythee, make my bed, mother,
For I’m tired as I can be l’”

TO THE LADY-BIRD.— Mrs. Southey.

LADY-BIRD ! lady-bird! fly away home, –

The field-mouse is gone to her nest,

The daisies have shut up their sleepy red ey

And the bees and the birds are at rest.

Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, –
The glow-worm is lighting her lamp,

The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings
Will flag with the close-clinging damp.

Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, –
Good luck if you reach it at last!

The owl's come abroad, and the bat's on the roarn,
Sharp set from their Ramazan fast.

Lady-bird! lady-bird fly away home, –
The fairy bells tinkle afar !

Make haste, or they’ll catch ye, and harness ye fast
With a cobweb to Oberon's car.

Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, -
To your house in the old willow-tree,

Where your children, so dear, have invited the ant
And a few cosey neighbors to tea.

Lady-bird! lady-birds fly away home, –
And, if not gobbled up by the way,

Nor yoked by the fairies to Oberon's car,
You're in luck,- and that’s all I’ve to say.


A LITTLE boy with crumbs of bread
Many a hungry sparrow fed.
It was a child of little sense
Who this kind bounty did dispense;
For suddenly it was withdrawn,
And all the birds were left forlorn,

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