BLACK EYED SUSAN. Jonx Gay, born at Barnstaple in 1638. Apprenticed in youth to a silk-mercer. Subsequently secretary to the Duchess of

Monniouth and envoy to Hanover. Died December 4, 1752, of inflammatory fever.] All in the downs the fleet was moored,

“ Believe not what the landsmen say, The streamers waving in the wind,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; When black-eyed Susan came aboard:

They'll tell thee sailors, when away, "Oh! where shall I my true love find?

In every port a mistress find; Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, If my sweet William sails among the crew ?” For thou art present wheresoe'er I go. William, who high upon the yard

“If to fair India's coast we sail, Rocked with the billow to and fro,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Soon as her well-known voice he heard,

Thy breath in Afric's spicy gale, He sighed, and cast his eyes below;

Thy skin in ivory so white; The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, Thus every beauteous object that I view, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. So sweet the lark, high poised in air,

** Though battle call me from thy arms, Shuts close his pinions to his breast

Let not my pretty Susan mourn; (If chance his mate's shrill call he hear),

Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, And drops at once into her nest;

William shall to his dear return. The noblest captain in the British fleet

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet. Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.” “Oh! Susan! Susan! lovely dear!

The boatswain gave the dreadful word, My vows shall ever true remain;

The sails their swelling bosom spread; Let me kiss off that falling tear--

No longer must she stay aboard; We only part to meet again.

They kissed-she sighed, he hung his head Change as ye list, ye winds ! my heart shall be Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land; The faithful compass that still points to thee. “Adieu!" she cries, and waved her lily hand

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[WILLIAN COWPER, born at Great Berkhampstead, November 15, 1731. Educated at Westminster, Was subject to fits of

insanity. Lived chiefly at Olney. Died April 25, 1800.]

I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, Again, would your lordship a moment suppose

The spectacles set them unhappily wrong; "Tis a case that has happened, and may be The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,

againTo which the said spectacles ought to belong. That the visage or countenance had not a nose,

Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles

then ? So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause, With a great deal of skill and a wig full of

*On the whole, it appears, and my argument learning;

shows, While Chief Baron Ear sat to balance the laws, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.

That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, III.

And the Nose was as plainly intended for them." “ In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship,” he said, “ will undoubtedly Then, shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how),

find, That the Nose has had spectacles always to wear,

He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes; Which amounts to possession time out of mind.” But what were his arguments few people krow;

For the court did not think they were equally

wise. Then, holding the spectacles up to the court, " Your lordship observes they are made with a So his lordship decreed, with a grave, solemn tone, straddle

Decisive and clear, without one if or but, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on

Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle. By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut:




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(From Pope's Letters to Lady Wortley Montague.) ALEXANDER Pope, born in London, May 22, 1688; resided near Windsor Forest. Subsequently removed to a villa at Twickenham,

where he died on May 30, 1744.] I HAVE a mind to fill the rest of this paper with terrible storm of thunder and lightning arosa. an accident that happened just under my eyes, that drove the labourers to what shelter the trees and has made a great impression upon me.

I or hedges afforded. Sarah, frightened and out of have just passed part of this summer at an old breath, sank on a haycock; and John, who never romantic seat of my Lord Harcourt's, which he separated from her, sat by her side, having raked lent me.

It overlooks a common field, two or three heaps together to secure her. Im. where, under the shade of a haycock, sat two mediately there was heard so loud a crack as if lovers, as constant as ever were found in romance, heaven had bursted asunder. The labourers, all beneath a spreading beech. The name of the one solicitous for each other's safety, called to one -let it sound as it will—was John Hewet; of the another. Those that were nearest our lovers, other, Sarah Drew. John was a well-set man, hearing no answer, stepped to the place where about five-and-twenty; Sarah, a brown woman of they lay; they first saw a little smoke, and after eighteen. John had for several months borne the this the faithful pair-John with one arm about labour of the day in the same field with Sarah; his Sarah's neck, and the other held over her when she milked, it was his morning and evening face, as if to screen her from the lightning. They charge to bring the cows to her pail. Their love were struck dead, and already grown stiff and was the talk, but not the scandal, of the whole cold in this tender posture. There was no mark neighbourhood; for all they aimed at was the or discolouring on their bodies, only that Sarah's blameless possession of each other in marriage. eyebrow was a little singed, and a small spot It was but this very morning that she had obtained between her breasts. They were buried the next her parents' consent, and it was but till the next day in one grave, where my Lord Harcourt, at my week that they were to wait to be happy. Per request, has erected a monument over them. haps this very day, in the intervals of their work, Upon the whole, I cannot think these people they were talking of their wedding clothes; and unhappy. The greatest happiness, next to living John was now matching several kinds of poppies as they would have done, was to die as they did. and field flowers to her complexion, to make her a The greatest honour people of this low degree present of knots for the day. While they were could have, was to be remembered on a little thus employed (it was on the last of July), a monument.

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(JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, born at Boston, U.S., 1819. Chiefly known in England as the author of the “Biglow Papers.") PROPT on the marsh, a dwelling now I see

So that the weather, or the ferule's stings, The humble school-house of my A B C,

Colds in the head, or fisty other things, Where well-drilled urchins, each behind his tire, Transformed the helpless Hebrew thrice a week Waited in ranks the wished command to fire : To guttural Pequot or resounding Greek ; Then all together, when the signal came,

The vibrant accent skipping here and there Discharged their a b-abs against the dame, Just as it pleased invention or despair. Who, 'mid the volleyed learning, firm and calm, No controversial Hebraist was the damePatted the furloughed ferule on her palm ; With or without the "points” pleased her the And, to our wonder, could detect at once Who flashed the pan, and who was downright If any tyro found a name too tough, dunce.

And looked at her, pride furnished skill enough ; There young Devotion learned to climb with ease She nerved her larynx for the desperate thing, The gnarly limbs of Scripture family trees ; And cleared the five-barred syllables at a spring. And he was most commended and admired Ah, dear old times ! there once it was my hap, Who soonest to the topmost twig perspired. Perched on a stool, to wear the long-eared cap; Each name was called as many various ways, From books degraded, there I sat at ease, As pleased the reader's ears on different days; A drone, the envy of compulsory bees.



(MR. CHARLES DICKENS, in the following passage from “Our Mutual Friend,” refers to that excellent institution, the Children's

Hospital, in Great Ormond Street, which owes so much to his constant support. If any of our readers desire to give their mites to the Hospital, the Secretary, at the Hospital, will no doubt be glad to receive them.]

PUNCTUAL to the time, appeared the carriage | Bella were handed out, and whence they all went
and the secretary. He sat on the box, and Mr. on foot to Mrs. Betty Higden's.
Sloppy graced the rumble. So, to the “ Three But, on the way down, they had stopped at a
Magpies," as before, where Mrs. Boffin and Miss toy-shop, and had bought that noble charger, a

6–VOL. I.


description of whose points and trappings had on to remove Johnny from this cottage to where he the last occasion conciliated the then worldly- can be taken better care of.” minded orphan, and also a Noah's ark, and also a Instantly, and before another word could be yellow bird with an artificial voice in him, and also spoken, the old woman started up with blazing a military doll, so well dressed that if he had only eyes, and rushed at the door with the sick child. been of life-size his brother officers in the Guards 'Stand away from me, every one of ye!” she might never have found him out. Bearing these cried out wildly. “I see what ye mean now. Let gifts, they raised the latch of Betty Higden's door, me go my way, all of ye. I'd sooner kill the pretty, and saw her sitting in the dimmest and furthest and kill myself.” corner, with poor Johnny in her lap.

"Stay, stay!” said Rokesmith, soothing her, “And how's my boy, Betty ? ” asked Mrs. “you don't understand.” Boffin, sitting down beside her.

“I understand too well. I know too much He's bad! he's bad!” said Betty; "I begin to about it, sir. I've run from it too many a year. be afeerd he'll not be yours any more than mine. No, never for me, nor for the child, while there's All others belonging to him have gone to the water enough in England to corer us!” Power and the Glory, and I have a mind that The terror, the shame, the passion of horror and they're drawing him to them-leading him repugnance, firing the worn face and perfectly away."

maddening it, would have been quite a terrible “No, no, no!" said Mrs. Boffin.

sight, if embodied in one old fellow-creature alone. “I don't know why else he clenches his little Yet it “ crops up”-as our slang goes—my lords hand as if it had hold of a finger that I can't see. and gentlemen and honourable boards, in other Look at it,” said Betty, opening the wrappers in fellow-creatures, rather frequently. which the flushed child lay, and showing his small “It's been chasing me all my life, but it shall right hand lying closed upon his breast. “It's never take me nor mine alive!” cried old Betty. always so. It don't mind me."

" I've done with ye. I'd have fastened door and "Is he asleep?"

window, and starved out afore I'd ever have let ye No, I think not. You're not asleep, my in, if I had known what ye came for.” But, Johnny ?"

catching sight of Mrs. Boffin's wholesome face, she "No," said Johnny, with a quiet air of pity for relented, and crouching down by the door and himself, and without opening his eyes.

bending over her burden to hush it, said, humbly, "Here's the lady, Johnny, and the horse." “Maybe my fears has put me wrong. If they

Johnny could bear the lady with complete in- have so, tell me; and the good Lord forgive me! difference, but not the horse. Opening his heavy I'm quick to take this fright, I know, and my eyes, he slowly broke into a smile on beholding that head is summat light with wearying ind splendid phenomenon, and wanted to take it in his watching.” arms. As it was much too big, it was put upon “There, there, there!” returned Mrs. Boffin. a chair, where he could hold it by the mane and Come, come, say no more of it, Betty. It was contemplate it, which he soon forgot to do. But, a mistake, a mistake! Any one of us might have Johnny murm

rmuring something with his eyes closed, made it in your place, and felt just as you do." and Mrs. Boffin not knowing what, old Betty bent “ The Lord bless ye !” said the old woman, her ear to listen, and took pains to understand. stretching out her hand. Being asked by her to repeat what he had said, he “Now, see, Betty,” pursued the sweet, comdid so two or three times, and then it came out passionate soul, holding the hand kindly, “what that he must have seen more than they supposed I really did mean, and what I should have begun when he looked up to see the horse, for the mur. by saying out, if I had only been a little wiser and mur was, “Who is the boofer lady?”

handier. We want to move Johnny to a place Now the boofer, or beautiful, lady was Bella ; | where there are none but children; a place set up and whereas this notice from the poor baby would on purpose for sick children; where the good have touched her of itself, it was rendered more doctors and nurses pass their lives with children, pathetic by the late melting of her heart to her talk to none but children, touch none but children, poor little father, and their joke about the lovely comfort and cure none but children.” woman. So Bella's behaviour was very tender “Is there really such a place ? ” asked the old and very natural when she kneeled on the brick woman, with a gaze of wonder. floor to clasp the child, and when the child, with a “Yes, Betty, on my word, and you shall see child's admiration of what is young and pretty, it. If my home was a better place for the dear fondled the "boofer” lady.

boy, I'd take him to it; but indeed, indeed it's “Now, my good, dear Betty," said Mrs. Boffin, not.” hoping that she saw her opportunity, and laying "You shall take him," returned Betty, ferrently her hand persuasively on her arm; " we have come kissing the comforting hand, “where you will, my

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deary. I am not so hard, but that I believe your state of health, that in sickness they were littlo face and voice, and I will, as long as I can see and more than monosyllabic. But he had to be hear."

washed and tended, and remedies were applied, This victory gained, Rokesmith made haste to and though those offices were far, far more skilprofit by it, for he saw how woefully time had been fully and lightly done than ever anything had lost. He dispatched Sloppy to bring the carriage been done for him in his little life, so rough and to the door; caused the child to be carefully short, they would have hurt and tired him but for wrapped up; bade old Betty get her bonnet on; an amazing circumstance which laid hold of his collected the toys, enabling the little fellow to attention. This was no less than the appearance comprehend that his treasures were to be trans- on his own little platform in pairs, of all creation, ported with him; and had all things prepared so on its way into his own particular ark: the easily that they were ready for the carriage as elephant leading, and the fly, with a diffident sense soon as it appeared, and in a minute afterwards of his size, politely bringing up the rear. were on their way. Sloppy they left behind, little brother lying in the next bed with a broken relieving his overcharged breast with a paroxysm leg, was so enchanted by this spectacle that his of mangling

delight exalted its enthralling interest; and so At the Children's Hospital, the gallant steed, came rest and sleep. the Noah's ark, the yellow bird, and the officer in “I see you are not afraid to leave the dear child the Guards, were made as welcome as their child- here, Betty," whispered Mrs. Boffin. owner. But the doctor said aside to Rokesmith, “No, ma'am. Most willingly, most thankfully, “This should have been days ago. Too late!” with all my heart and soul.”

However, they were all carried up into a fresh So they kissed him, and left him there, and old airy room, and there Johnny came to himself, out Betty was to come back early in the morning, and of a sleep or a swoon, or whatever it was, to find nobody but Rokesmith knew for certain how that himself lying in a little quiet bed, with a little the doctor had said, “This should have been days platform over his breast, on which were already ago. Too late!” arranged, to give him heart and urge him to cheer But Rokesmith knowing it, and knowing that up, the Noah's ark, the noble steed, and the his bearing it in mind would be acceptable thereyellow bird; with the officer in the Guards doing after to that good woman who had been the only duty over the whole, quite as much to the satisfac- light in the childhood of desolate John Harmon tion of his country as if he had been upon Parade. dead and gone, resolved that late at night he would And at the bed's head was a coloured picture go back to the bedside of John Harmon's name. beautiful to see, representing as it were another sake, and see how it fared with him. Johnny seated on the knee of some Angel, surely, The family whom God had brought together who loved little children. And, marvellous fact, were not all asleep, but were all quiet. From bed to lie and stare at, Johnny had become one of a to bed, a light, womanly tread and a pleasant, fresh little family, all in little quiet beds (except two face passed in the silence of the night. A little playing dominoes in little arm-chairs at a little head would lift itself up into the softened light table on the hearth): and on all the little beds here and there, to be kissed as the face went bywere little platforms whereon were to be seen for these little patients are very loving-and would dolls' houses, woolly dogs with mechanical barks then submit itself to be composed to rest again. in them not very dissimilar from the artificial The mite with the broken leg was restless and voice pervading the bowels of the yellow bird, tin moaned; but after a while turned his face towards armies, Moorish tumblers, wooden tea-things, and Johnny's bed, to fortify himself with a view of the riches of the earth.

the ark, and fell asleep. Over most of the beds, As Johnny murmured something in his placid the toys were yet grouped as the children had admiration, the ministering woman at his bed's left them when they last laid themselves down, head asked him what he said. It seemed that he and, in their innocent grotesqueness and inconwanted to know whether all these were brothers gruity, they might have stood for the children's and sisters of his. So they told him yes. It dreams. seemed then, that he wanted to know whether God The doctor came in too, to see how it fared with had brought them all together there. Go they Johnny. And he and Rokesmith stood together, told him yes again. They made out then, that he looking down with compassion on him. wanted to know whether they would all get out of " What is it, Johnny P" Rokesmith was the pain. So they answered yes to that question questioner, and put an arm round the poor baby likewise, and made him understand that the reply as he made a struggle. included himself.

“ Him," said the little fellow. “Those !" Johnny's powers of sustaining conversation were The doctor was quick to understand children, as yet so very imperfectly developed, even in aand, taking the horse, the ark, the yellow bird, and

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