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• What ails you. Child?" she sobb’d, “Look here!”
'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke;
“ And whither are you going, Child, To night along these lonesome ways?" “ To Durham” answer'd she half wild.
“ Then come with me into the chaise.”
She sate like one past all relief;
In wretchedness, as if her grief
“My Child, in Durham do you dwell?”
And I to Durham, Sir, belong."
The chaise drove on; our journey's end
Up to the Tavern-door we post;
« And let it be of duffil grey,
As warm a cloak as man can sell !”
Proud Creature was she the next day, The little Orphan, Alice Fell!
RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE.
There was a roaring in the wind all night;
I was a Traveller then
But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might