Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, So his Lordship decreed, with a grave, solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, TRADITIONARY BALLAD. — Mary Howitt. THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND. "AND where have you been, my Mary, "And what did you see, my Mary, "And what did you hear, my Mary, "O, tell me all, my Mary,— For you must have seen the fairies, "Then take me on your knee, mother, "And merry was the glee of the harp-strings, And their dancing feet so small; But, O, the sound of the talking Was merrier far than all !" “And what were the words, my Mary, That did hear them say ?? "I'll tell you all, my mother, But let me have my way! "And some, they played with the water, And rolled it down the hill: And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn "For there has been no water "O the miller, how he will laugh When he sees the mill-dam rise! "And some, they seized the little winds, And each put a horn into his mouth, “And there,' said they, the merry winds.go, Away from every horn; And those shall clear the mildew bank, 666 From the blind old widory's corn! "O the poor, blind old widow, Though she has been blind so long, She 'll be merry enough when the mildew 's gone, And the corn stands stiff and strong!' "And some they brought the brown lint-seed, And flung it down from the Low: เ And this,' said they, by the sunrise, "O the poor, lame weaver, "And then upspoke a brownie, "I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another, A little sheet for Mary's bed, And an apron for her mother! "And with that I could not help but laugh, There was no one left but me. "And all on the top of the Caldon-Low "But as I came down from the hill-top, And how merry the wheel did go ! "And I peeped into the widow's field, "And down by the weaver's croft I stole, But I saw the weaver at his gate, "Now this is all I heard, mother, So, prythee, make my bed, mother, LADY-BIRD! lady-bird! fly away home, 1 Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home,- The dew 's falling fast, and your fine, speckled wings Will flag with the close-clinging damp. Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home,- The owl 's come abroad, and the bat 's on the roam, Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, The fairy bells tinkle afar! Make haste, or they'll catch ye, and harness ye fast With a cobweb to Oberon's car. Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, THE ROOK AND THE SPARROW. — Miss Lamb. A LITTLE boy with crumbs of bread It was a child of little sense |