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She heered a foot, an' knowed it, tu,
All ways to once her feelin's flew
He kin' o' l'itered on the mat,
An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk
Ez though she wished him furder An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin' away like murder.
"To see my Ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es Agin to-morrer's i'nin'."
When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips,
For she was jes' the quiet kind
Like streams that keep a summer mind
The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued
Tell mother see how metters stood,
Then her red come back like the tide
Without and Within
My coachman, in the moonlight there,
Flattening his nose against the pane,
He sees me in to supper go,
A silken wonder by my side,
He thinks how happy is my arm,
'Neath its white-gloved and jeweled load; And wishes me some dreadful harm, Hearing the merry corks explode.
Meanwhile I inly curse the bore
Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door,
The golden quiet of the moon.
The winter wind is not so cold
As the bright smile he sees me win,
I envy him the rugged prance
By which his freezing feet he warms, And drag my lady's chains and dance The galley-slave of dreary forms.
Oh, could he have my share of din,
Richard Grant White
My Lord Entertains Two Americans
ERELONG a servant entered, with a card upon a salver, which he presented to our hostess, who, after glancing at it a moment with a puzzled look, said, "To my lord." On receiving it, his lordship handed it to me, saying, "From your friend. He sent me a letter of introduction from Tooptoe at Oxford; said he couldn't come just now himself, and asked the favor of introducin', just for a mornin' visit, an American gentleman, in whom he felt sure I should be interested. It's all right, I suppose?" It was simply Humphreys's card, with a line in pencil, "introducing the Hon. Washington J. Adams."
"I don't know Mr. Adams," I said; "but I do know that Mansfield Humphreys would give a card to no one who might not be properly received by the gentleman to whom it was addressed."
Here Captain Surcingle, whose attention had been arrested, and who had heard my reply, cried out, "Mewican? Have him up, Toppin 'em, have him up! Those fellows are such fun! I always go to see the 'Mewican Cousin. Not faw Dundweawy. Can't see what they make such a doosid fuss about him faw. Does nothin' but talk just like 'fellow at the Wag; wegla' muff. Nevah saw such a boa. But Twenchard's awful fun; good as goin' to 'Mewica without the boa of goin'."
As the Honorable John began his appeal, his lady cousin stepped across the terrace to pluck a rose which peered at us over the stone balustrade, blushing with shame at its beautiful intrusion; and as she swept past him, I partly heard and partly
saw her say, in an earnest whisper, "Jack, do be quiet; and don't be such a goose!"
She had hardly returned with her flower, when the servant who had been sent out reappeared, announcing "Mr. Adams"; and all eyes followed our host, as he stepped forward to receive the unknown guest. As unabashed as a comet crossing the orbit of Jupiter on its way to the sun, the Honorable Washington entered the Priory circle, and advanced to Lord Toppingham. The earl offered him his hand. He took it, and then he shook it shook it well; and to a few of the usual words of welcome he replied, "I'm very glad to see you, my lord; most happy to hev the pleasure of meetin' your lordship" (looking round) "here in your elegant doughmain and gorjis castle. My friend Mr. Humphreys told me I'd find everything here fuss class; an' I hev. Your man help down-stairs wuz a leetle slow, to be sure; but don't apologize; difference of institootions, I s'pose. Everything moves a leetle slower here."
As Lord Toppingham led Mr. Adams to our hostess, eyes of wonder, not unmixed with pleasure, were bent upon him. He was a man of middle size, neither tall nor slender; but he stooped a little from his hips, and his head was slightly thrust forward, with an expression of eagerness, as he slouched along the terrace. His upper lip was shaved; but his sallow face terminated in that adornment known at the West as "chinwhiskers." His hat, which he kept on, was of felt, with a slightly conical crown. It rested rather on the back than on the top of his head, and from it fell a quantity of longish straight brown hair. His splendid satin scarf was decorated with a large pin, worthy of its position; and the watch-chain that stretched across his waistcoat would have held a yacht to its moorings. His outer garment left the beholder in doubt whether it was an overcoat that he was wearing as a duster,