It would have warm'd your heart if you had seen Her Christmas kitchen,-how the blazing fire Made her fine pewter shine, and holly boughs So chearful red,-and as for misseltoe, The finest bough that grew in the country round And 'twas a noble one! God help me Sir! STRANGER. Things may be better yet than you suppose OLD MAN. It don't look well These alterations Sir! I'm an old man They must fall too. Well! well! I did not think To live to see all this, and 'tis perhaps A comfort I shan't live to see it long. STRANGER. But sure all changes are not needs for the worse OLD MAN. May-hap they mayn't Sir;-for all that I like what I've been us'd to. I remember With men whose fathers I remember boys; The brook hat used to run before my door That's gone to the great pond; the trees I learnt STRANGER. Well! well! you've one friend more than you're aware of, E'er broached a better cask. But we're acquainted now. You did not know me, 'Twould not be easy To make you like the outside; but within That is not changed my friend! you'll always find N ECLOGUE II. THE GRANDMOTHER'S TALE. JANE. Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw round The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us One of her stories. HARRY. Aye-dear Grandmamma! A pretty story! something dismal now; A bloody murder. JANE. Or about a ghost. GRANDMOTHER. Nay, nay, I should but frighten you. You know The other night when I was telling you About the light in the church-yard, how you trembled Because the screech-owl hooted at the window, And would not go to bed. JANE. Why Grandmamma You said yourself you did not like to hear him. Pray now we wo'nt be frightened. GRANDMOTHER. Well, well, children! But you've heard all my stories. Let me see,- HARRY, No-never! never! GRANDMOTHER, Not how he cut her head off in the stable? HARRY. Oh-now do tell us that! |