The Table book; . Balance, put down one; justiceHall, put down a cipher, he is nobody;justice House, you may put down anothercipher for him—one and two ciphers are ahundred. THE CHILD OF MIGHT For the Table Bo-ok. War was abroad, and the fleeting galeI^Hid, oer the wifes and the daughters wail,Brought the summoning sound of the clarions blast—^geand affection looked their lastOn the valour and youth that went forth to the tomb-Young eyes were bright at the nodding plume—Banner and spear gleamd in the sun—Ax\A the laugh was loud as the day were won:But the sun shall set, and—ere tis night,—Woe
The Table book; . Balance, put down one; justiceHall, put down a cipher, he is nobody;justice House, you may put down anothercipher for him—one and two ciphers are ahundred. THE CHILD OF MIGHT For the Table Bo-ok. War was abroad, and the fleeting galeI^Hid, oer the wifes and the daughters wail,Brought the summoning sound of the clarions blast—^geand affection looked their lastOn the valour and youth that went forth to the tomb-Young eyes were bright at the nodding plume—Banner and spear gleamd in the sun—Ax\A the laugh was loud as the day were won:But the sun shall set, and—ere tis night,—Woe to thee, Child of Pride and Might, Tis the hour of battle, the hosts are met,Piered is the hauberk, cleft the bassnet:Like a torrent the legions tbunderd on—Lo ! like its foam, they are vanishd and goneThou whom this day beautys arms car>esi,The hoof of the fleeing spurns thy crest—Tliy pride yet lives on thy darK brows height,But, where is thy power, Child of MicHa* J. 366 THE TABLE THE OLD WATER CARKILK. Any Xew-River water here. Tliis .s anotlier of the criers of a hundredvears ago, and, it seems, lie cried Aew-River water. Tiie cry is scarce, thoughscarcely extinct, in the environs of London. I well remember the old prejudices of old-fashioned people in favour of water broughtto the door, and their sympathy with thecomplaints of the water-bearer. Freshand fair nevv Kiver-water! none of yourpipe sludge ! vociferated the water-bearer. Ah dear! cried his customers, Ah dear!Well, whatll the world come to !—theyivont let poor people live at all by andby—here theyre breaking up the ground,and we shall be all under water some day!ir other with their goings on—Ill stick to(he earlier as long as he has a pail-full andIve a penny, and when we havent we mustall go to the workhouse together. Thisivas the talk and the reasoning of manynonest people within my recollection, who{-referred taxing tiiemselves to the dailyDayment of a penny and often twope
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