With pines enough in winter to look green, OLD MAN. Aye! so the new Squire thinks; And pretty work he makes of it! To have a stranger come to an old house! STRANGER. It seems you know him not? OLD MAN. No, Sir, not I. They tell me he 's expected daily now; STRANGER. Come.! come ! all is not wrong; Those old dark windows... OLD MAN. They're demolish'd too,.. As if he could not see through casement glass! Came to my Lady for her morning crumbs, STRANGER. Nay they were small, And then so darken'd round with jessamine, Harbouring the vermin ;.. yet I could have wish'd That jessamine had been saved, which canopied And bower'd and lined the porch. OLD MAN. It did one good To pass within ten yards when 't was in blossom. There was a sweet-briar too that grew beside; My Lady loved at evening to sit there And knit; and her old dog lay at her feet And slept in the sun; 't was an old favourite dog,.. By the fire-side: and when he died at last She made me dig a grave in the garden for him. 'T was for the poor when to her grave she went! STRANGER. They lost a friend then? OLD MAN. You're a stranger here, Or you wouldn't ask that question. Were they sick? She had rare cordial waters, and for herbs She could have taught the Doctors. Then at winter, In the poor old porch, to see her and to hear ... The finest bush that grew in the country round And 't was a noble one!... God help me, Sir! STRANGER. Things may be better yet than you suppose, OLD MAN. It don't look well,.. These alterations, Sir! I'm an old man, STRANGER. But sure all changes are not needs for the worse, My friend? OLD MAN. May-hap they mayn't, Sir; . . for all that I like what I've been used to. I remember . go With men whose fathers I remember boys; ... STRANGER. Well! well! you've one friend more than you 're aware of. If the Squire's taste don't suit with yours, I warrant That's all you'll quarrel with : walk in and taste His beer, old friend! and see if your old Lady E'er broach'd a better cask. But we 're acquainted now. You did not know me, "T would not be easy To make you like the outside; but within, That is not changed, my friend! you'll always find The same old bounty and old welcome there. Westbury, 1798. II. THE GRANDMOTHER'S TALE. JANE. HARRY! I m tired of playing. We'll draw round The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us One of her stories. HARRY. Aye.. dear Grandmamma! A pretty story! something dismal now; A bloody murder. JANE. Or about a ghost. GRANDMOTHER. Nay, nay, I should but frighten ye. You know About the light in the churchyard, how you trembled JANE. Why, Grandmamma, You said yourself you did not like to hear him. GRANDMOTHER. Well, well, children! |