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To build a sheep-fold, and, before he heard.
The tidings of his melancholy loss,
For this same purpose he had gather'd up
A heap of stones, which close to the brook

side Lay thrown together, ready for the work. With Luke that evening thitherward he walk’d; And soon as they had reach'd the place he stopp’d,

Balsvis And thus the Old Man spake to him. “ My

Son! To-morrow thou wilt leaveme; with full heast I look upon thee, for thou art the same That wert a promise to me ere thy birth, And all thy life hast been my daily joy. I will relate to thee some little part Of our two histories; 'will do thee good When thou art from me, even if I should speak Of things thou canst not know of.--After thou: First cam'st into the world, as it befalls To new-born infants, thou didst sleep away Two days, and blessings from thy Father's

tongue Then fell upon thee. Day by day pass’d on, And still I lov’d thee with encreasing love. Never to living ear came sweeter sounds Than when I heard thee by our own fire-side First uttering without words a natural tune, When thou, a feeding babe, didst in thy joy

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Sing at thy Mother's breast. Month follow'a

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life was pass'd, And in the mountains, else I think that thou ** Hadst béen brought up upon thy father's knees.

But we were playmates, Luke! Among these hills, As well thou know'st, in us the old and young Have play'd together, nor with me didst thou Lack any pleasure which a Boy can know.-'. Luke had a manly heart; but at these words He sobib'd aloud; the Old Man grasp'd his

haud, And said, "Nay, do not take it so see That these are things of which I need not speak.

-Even to the utmost I have been to thee A kind and a good Father; and herein *** I but repay a gift which I myself Receiv'd at others hands, for, though now old Beyond the common life of man, I still Remember them who loved me in my youth. Both of them sleep together; here they liv'd As all their Forefathers had done, and when At length their time was come, they were not

loth To give their bodies to the family mould. I wish at that thou should'st live the life they

liv'd. But 'tis a long time to look back my Son,

And see so little gain from sixty years.
These fields were burthen'd when they came

to me; és a ti 'Till I was forty years of age, not more ni * Than half of my inheritance'was mines sli Itoild and toil'd; God bless'dme in my work, And till these three weeks past the land was free.

'n il corti: A It looks as if it never could endurecast Another Master, Heaven forgive me, Luke, If I judge ill for thee, but it seems good.. That thou should'st go.” Atithis the Old

Man paus'd, Then pointing to the stones near which they stood,

and a £ntri!! Thus, after a short silence che resúm'd:!“ This was a' work for us, and now, my Son, It is a work for me. But, lay one stones Here, lay it for me, Luke, with thine own

hands. I for the purpose brought thee to this place. Nay, Boy, be of good hope ;-+we both may livej, det

bel, din 1: II: To see a better day. At eighty-four, I still am strong and stout;—do thoy thy part, I will do mine I will begin again't : With many tasks that were resign’d to thee; Up to the heights, and in among the storms, Will liðvithouts thee go agam; and do cij' tis.

All works which I was wont to do alone Before I knew thy face.--Heaven bless thee,

Boy! Thy heart chese two weeks has been beating

fast With many hopes--it should be so---yes

yesI knew that thou could'st never have a wish To leaveme, Luke, thou hast been bound to me Only by links of love, when thou art gone What will be left to us!-But, I forget My purposes. Lay now the corner-stone, As I requested, and hereafter, Luke, When thou art gone away, should evil men Be thy companions, let this Sheep-fold be Thy anchor and thy shield; amid all fear And all temptation, let it be to thee An emblem of the life thy Fathers liv'd, Who being innocent, did for that cause Bestir them in good deeds. Now, fare thee

wellWhen thou return'st, thou in this place wilt see A work which is not here, a Covenant 'Twill be between us--but whatever fate Befall thee, I shall love thee to the last, And bear thy memory with me to the grave."

The Shepherd ended here; and Luke stoop'd

down, VOL. II.


And as his Father had requested, laid
The first stone of the sheep-fold; at the sight
The Old Man's grief broke from him, to his heart
He press'd his Son, he kissed him, and wept;
And to the House together they return'd.

Next morning, as had been resolv'd, the Boy
Began his journey, and when he had reach'd
The public Way, he put on a bold face;
And all the Neighbours as he pass'd their doors
Came forth, with wishes and with farewell

That follow'd him till he was out of sight.

A good Report did from their Kinsman come, Of Luke and his well-doing; and the Boy Wrote loving letters, full of wond'rous news, Which, as the Housewife phras'd it, were

throughout The prettiest letters that were ever seen. Both parents read them with rejoicing hearts. So, many months pass’d on: And once again The Shepherd went about his daily work With confident and chearfulthoughts; and now Sometimes when he could find a leisure hour He to that valley took his way, and there Wrought at the sheep-fold. Meantime Luke


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