St Nicholas [serial] . ^m. By Virginia Woodward Cloud. Quoth Master Merrivein, one morn, unto his wife: I hearThe mill on Durley River bank hath been besieged, my dear — Besieged ! cried Mistress Merrivein. What news! Oh, lack-a-day ! And off she flew to tell the news to Mistress Dolly Gay. Meanwhile, good Master Merrivein, withnot a care or frown, Whistling, had packed his market-cart and started off for nigh half-way, a-gallop, came the doctor and his nag;And, hard behind, the donkey-cart of good Dame Featherbag. Lo! at the crooked turnstile, a-running as for life,The fiddler and th

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St Nicholas [serial] . ^m. By Virginia Woodward Cloud. Quoth Master Merrivein, one morn, unto his wife: I hearThe mill on Durley River bank hath been besieged, my dear — Besieged ! cried Mistress Merrivein. What news! Oh, lack-a-day ! And off she flew to tell the news to Mistress Dolly Gay. Meanwhile, good Master Merrivein, withnot a care or frown, Whistling, had packed his market-cart and started off for nigh half-way, a-gallop, came the doctor and his nag;And, hard behind, the donkey-cart of good Dame Featherbag. Lo! at the crooked turnstile, a-running as for life,The fiddler and the blacksmith, the dominie and wife;

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