ト She pats the pony, where or when But he is milder far than she, "Oh! Johnny, never mind the Doctor; "You've done your best, and that is all.” She took the reins, when this was said, And gently turned the pony's head From the loud water-fall. By this the stars were almost gone, The moon was setting on the hill, So pale you scarcely looked at her: Though yet their tongues were still. The pony, Betty, and her boy, Wind slowly through the woody dale: And who is she, be-times abroad, That hobbles up the steep rough road? Who is it, but old Susan Gale? Long Susan lay deep lost in thought, And as her mind grew worse and worse, She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, On all sides doubts and terrors met her; Point after point did she discuss ; And while her mind was fighting thus, Her body still grew better. M "Alas! what is become of them? "These fears can never be endured, "I'll to the wood."-The word scarce said, Did Susan rise up from her bed, As if by magic cured. Away she posts up hill and down, She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; As ever was in Christendom. The owls have hardly sung their last, The owls have hooted all night long, And with the owls must end. For while they all were travelling home, "Where all this long night you have been, "What have heard, you what you have seen, "And Johnny, mind you tell us true." Now Johnny all night long had heard And thus to Betty's question, he (His very words I give to you,) "The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, "And the sun did shine so cold." -Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. LINES WRITTEN NEAR RICHMOND, UPON THE THAMES, AT EVENING. How rich the wave, in front, imprest With evening-twilight's summer hues, And see how dark the backward stream! A little moment past, so smiling! And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Some other loiterer beguiling. |