. The New England magazine . d shining in his eyeswithal the love-light that methinks nojewelled crown or sceptre eer bestowedor took away on this earth; my Judy,younger and comelier by many a summerday, clad in all her wedding braveryher ruff almost scraping the skin off herears with stiffness, laughing and sobbingin the doorway; but through all andabove all, the gleaming candles and jewels,the flowers and the brave apparel, see Ialways the face of my lady like a whiterose opening to the sun, her clear-shin-ing eyes alight with happiness. Twelve years of wedded bliss did Godgrant them, then g
. The New England magazine . d shining in his eyeswithal the love-light that methinks nojewelled crown or sceptre eer bestowedor took away on this earth; my Judy,younger and comelier by many a summerday, clad in all her wedding braveryher ruff almost scraping the skin off herears with stiffness, laughing and sobbingin the doorway; but through all andabove all, the gleaming candles and jewels,the flowers and the brave apparel, see Ialways the face of my lady like a whiterose opening to the sun, her clear-shin-ing eyes alight with happiness. Twelve years of wedded bliss did Godgrant them, then gathered He my lady toHimself; and the earl caused the inscrip-tion in Master Shakespeares play-book tobe graven at her head. And God wasmerciful to Lord Richard in that he tar-ried not long behind. My wife tendedmy ladys lasses, even as she had nursedand tended their mother, and even as shewere they sent away to acquire the skilland learning befitting their miss their winsome faces and merry SMALL AND GREAT. 689. uli aptly hast thou played thy voices ringing through the castle, as yearby year goes by, and it seems oer longto wait. For we twain grow old by year our locks whiten and oursteps grow feebler, so that perchancewhen our little ladies come again theywill find naught of us but the grave-grasssighing i the wind. Gods will be every night upon her knees doth mywife pray that even as we served her on earth we may be adjudged worthy toserve our dear lady in heaven, to which Iadd a silent petition that wide heavenlyspaces may intervene twixt us and onewhose name hath ever been — aye, andis so to this hour — to Dame Elbow as a redrag to a bull. For in very truth shouldthey meet, methinks there would betroublous discord even around the throneof the Lamb. SMALL AND GREAT. By P. H. Savage. B\\ but for now the bird within this nest : —The grasses blossom high above thy head,Pushing their coarse green stems up through the deadAnd twisted mass o
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