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The Lovers to their favourite Tree.
ARGU M ENT.
In the Hospital, endowed by an ancestor of Sir Charles Turner, Bart., at Kirkleatham, amongst other natural and artificial curiosities, is a very singular Tree. It had been cut down, and divided into lengths, for the purpose of converting it into firewood, but upon its being split by the woodman's wedge, the heart of the tree turned out round and entire; the outward part, which enclosed it, being about the thickness of four inches. Round the inner hole or heart, which is about a foot in diameter, are several letters, carved in a rude and seemingly irregular manner; but upon a closer observation are found to wind round the wood in a spiral form, and the following couplet is plainly legible.
This tree long time witness bear,
There are likewise other letters, which seem to be the initials of the Lovers' names, who appear to have frequented the solitary spot where the tree has grown, to vent the effusions of their mutual passion, and to enjoy the pleasure of each others' conversation, sequestered and unobserved.
Long the wintry tempest braving,
Still pteserve this rude engraving,
'This tree, long time witness bear, 'Two true-lovers did walk here."
By the softest ties united,
Love has bound our souls in one; And, by mutual promise plighted,
Waits the nuptial rite alone —
Tho' our sires would gladly sever
Yet they cannot part us ever—
And in spite of threats severe,
While the dusky shade concealing,
We from sleepless pillows stealing, Nightly. seek the silent grove;
And escaped from eyes severe,
Dare to meet each other hare.
Wealth and titles disregarding
In the bliss we wish to find.—
To our faithful love consenting
(Love unchanged by time or tide,)
Should our haughty sires relenting,
'Midst the scenes to memory dear,
Still we oft will wander here.
Then our every wish compleated,
All beneath thy shadow seated,
When by night, in silent fear,
We did meet each other here.
On thy yielding bark, engravirig
Long, time's roughest tempest braving,
And, for ages, witness bear,
Two True-lovers did walk here.
GOORGY AND ROBERT.
met, good Robert! saw ye my awd meer?
RO BEET, , ,
Whoor! what's that Robert? tell us owr ageean, You're joking—or you're mebby been misteean;
ROBERT. Nay, marry, Goorge, I's seer I can't be wrang, You kno' I've keyn'd aw'd Daisy now se lang. Her bread-ratch'd feeace, and twa white hinder legs,
Preav'd it was hor, as seer as eggs is eggs.
Poor thing!—whatdeead then—had she laid there lang?
Whor abouts is she?—Robert will ye gang?
Ye maund, shee'd fun her sen just gaun te dee,
Meast lickly,—bud— what was she deed outreet. When ye furst gat up; when ye gat t' furst seet?