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The Fairy Queen's Lullaby 131 The Traveller's Return
The Soldier's Home
The Inchcape Rock
Escape from a Tiger-India 227 Fishing for Turtle
The Jaguar–S. America 235 History of a Day in the Mar-
The Lion and the Mail-Coach 237
The Robber-Horse and the Manufacture of Pop-Guns 250
238 Llamas, Alpacas, Vicunas, and
A Savage Chase
239 Guanacos--S. America 252
THE WAY FOR BILLY AND ME.
THE BEGGAR MAN.
AROUND the fire, one wintry night,
The farmer's rosy children sat; The faggot lent its blazing light,
And jokes went round, and careless chat. When, hark! a gentle hand they hear
Low tapping at the bolted door, And thus, to gain their willing ear,
A feeble voice was heard t’ implore : “ Cold blows the blast across the moor;
The sleet drives hissing in the wind ; Yon toilsome mountain lies before :
A dreary treeless waste behind. "My eyes are weak and dim with age;
No road, no path can I descry; And these poor rags ill stand the rage
Of such a keen, inclement sky. “So faint I am—these tottering feet
No more my feeble frame can bear; My sinking heart forgets to beat,
And drifting snows my tomb prepare. “Open your hospitable door,
And shield me from the biting blast; Cold, cold it blows across the moor,
The weary moor that I have pass'd!” With hasty step the farmer ran,
And close beside the fire they place The poor, half-frozen beggar man,
With shaking limbs and pallid face. The little children flocking came,
And warm’d his stiff’ning hands in theirs; And busily the good old dame
A comfortable mess prepares.
And slowly down his wrinkled chrek
and told the thanks he could not speak.
The children, too, began to sigh,
And all their merry chat was o'er ;
Keen blows the northern wind !
And the path is hard to find.
From chasing the king's deer;
Might claim compassion here.
I wander for my sin;
A pilgrim's blessing win!
The hart beside the hind;
No shelter can I find.
Dark, deep, and strong is he,
Unless you pity me.
At which I knock in vain ;
Who hears me thus complain.
, farewell ! and Heaven grant,
That's now denied to me!”
* Palmer, pilgrim or wanderer, going to some shrine to fulfil a vow. † Outlaw, one whose crimes have deprived him of the protection of the laws.
The Ranger on his couch lay warm,
And heard him plead in vain ;
He'll hear that voice again :
Sir W. Scott.
THE OLD MAN’S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED
The few locks which are left you are grey ;
Now tell me the reason, I pray."
“I remember'd that youth would fly fast,
That I never might need them at last.”
“And pleasures with you pass away,
Now tell me the reason, I pray.”
“I remember'd that youth could not last;
That I never might grieve for the past.”
And life must be hastening away;
Now tell me the reason, I pray.
“Let the cause thy attention engage :