IX. WE ARE SEVEN. A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, I met a little cottage Girl : That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair; -Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, And, in the church-yard cottage, I "You say that two at Conway dwell, tell." Then did the little Maid reply, "You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. And often after sun-set, Sir, The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid; Together round her grave we played, And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?” Quick was the little Maid's reply, "But they are dead; those two are dead! 'Twas throwing words away; for still And said, "Nay, we are seven !" X. 1798. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS, SHOWING HOW THE PRACTICE OF LYING MAY BE TAUGHT. His face is fair and fresh to see; His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, And dearly he loves me. One morn we strolled on our dry walk, My thoughts on former pleasures ran; A day it was when I could bear The green earth echoed to the feet From sunshine back to shade. Birds warbled round me -and each trace Of inward sadness had its charm; Kilve, thought I, was a favoured place, And so is Liswyn farm. My boy beside me tripped, so slim And, as we talked, I questioned him, "Now tell me, had you rather be," I said, and took him by the arm, "On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea, Or here at Liswyn farm?" In careless mood he looked at me, |