. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. or Phelims gont to tend his step-dames cow;Ah ! Phelims step-dnme is a cankerd crone IWhilst other twain play at an Irish row,And, with shillelah small, break one anothers brow t XXVIII. But careful Dominie, with ceaseless thrift,Now changeth ferula for rural hoe ;But, first of all, with tender hand doth shiftHis college gown, because of solar glow. THE , And hangs it on a bush, to scare the crow :Meanwhile, he plants in earth the dappled trains the young potatoes all a-row,Or plucks the fragrant leek for pottaije green,Wi
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. or Phelims gont to tend his step-dames cow;Ah ! Phelims step-dnme is a cankerd crone IWhilst other twain play at an Irish row,And, with shillelah small, break one anothers brow t XXVIII. But careful Dominie, with ceaseless thrift,Now changeth ferula for rural hoe ;But, first of all, with tender hand doth shiftHis college gown, because of solar glow. THE , And hangs it on a bush, to scare the crow :Meanwhile, he plants in earth the dappled trains the young potatoes all a-row,Or plucks the fragrant leek for pottaije green,With that crisp curly herb, calld Kale in Aberdeen. XXIX. And so he wisely spends the fruitful hours,Linkd each to each by labour, like a bee ;Or rules in Learnings hall, or trims her bowers ;—•Would there were many more such wights as he,To sway each capital academieOf Cam and I sis ; for, alack ! at eachThere dwells, I wot, some dronish Dominie,That does no garden work, nor yet doth teach,But wears a floury head, and talks in flowery speech I 1^9. c:2^ Pandeans. THE SEA-SPELL. ^^CsttM, eauld, he lies beneath the deeT^.—Old Scotch BaJJad,I. It was a jolly mariner. The tallest man of three,— He loosed his sail against the wind. And turnd his boat to sea : The ink-black sky told every eye A storm was soon to be ! IJO THE SEA-SPELL. II. But still that jolly marinex Took in no reef at all, For, in his pouch, confidingly, He wore a babys caul ; A thing, as gos-ip nurses know. That always brings a squall 1 III. His hat was new, or newly glazed, Shone bri;jhtly in the sun ; His jacket, like a mariners, True blue as eer was spun ; His ample trousers, like Siint Paul, Bore forty stripes save one. IV. And now the fretting foaming tide He steerd away to cross ; The bounding pinnace playd a game Of dreary pitch and toss— A game that, on the good dry land, Is apt to bring a loss 1 V. Good Heaven befriend that little boatp And guide her on her way ! A boat, they say, has canvas wing
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