Was in old songs she sang to please her boys. Now found the woman, as he said, a neighbour, Loved a long grace, and spoke a northern jargon, XVIII. The Sultaun enter'd and he made his leg, XIX. Then up got Peg, and round the house 'gan scuttle Pray, are you happy, ma'am, in this snug glen?"Happy?" said Peg; "What for d'ye want to ken? 66 Besides, just think upon this by-gane year, Grain wadna pay the yoking of the pleugh."What say you to the present?"-"Meal's sae dear, To mak their brose my bairns have scarce aneugh." "The devil take the shirt," said Solimaun, "I think my quest will end as it began.- XX. Now for the land of verdant Erin, The Sultaun's royal bark is steering, The Emerald Isle, where honest Paddy dwells, The cousin of John Bull, as story tells. For a long space had John, with words of thunder Hard looks, and harder knocks, kept Paddy under, Till the poor lad, like boy that's flogg'd unduly, But still for fun or frolic, and all that, In the round world was not the match of Pat. XXI. The Sultaun saw him on a holiday, Which is with Paddy still a jolly day: When mass is ended, and his load of sins Confess'd, and Mother Church hath from her binns Dealt forth a bonus of imputed merit, Then is Pat's time for fancy, whim, and spirit! To jest, to sing, to caper fair and free, And dance as light as leaf upon the tree. 66 "By Mahomet," said Sultaun Solimaun, "That ragged fellow is our very man! XXII. Shilela their plan was wellnigh after baulking, They seized, and they floor'd, and they stripp'd him-Alack! Up-bubboo! Paddy had not a shirt to his back!!! And the King, disappointed, with sorrow and shame, Went back to Serendib as sad as he came. THE DANCE OF DEATH.' I. NIGHT and morning 2 were at meeting Over Waterloo ; Cocks had sung their earliest greeting; For no paly beam yet shone On the heights of Mount Saint John: Broad and frequent through the night Where the soldier lay, Chill and stiff, and drench'd with rain, Though death should come with day, 1 [Originally published in 1815, in the Edinburgh Annual Register, vol. v.] 2 [MS." Dawn and darkness."] II. "Tis at such a tide and hour, Wizard, witch, and fiend, have power, Among the sons of men ; Apart from Albyn's war-array, Valiant Fassiefern. Through steel and shot he leads no more, And proud Bennevis hear with awe, 1 [See note, vol. viii. p. 260.] |