Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . by Harper & Brothers Sat by his fire, and talkd the night away-Wept oer his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,Shoulderd his crutch and showd how fields were with his guests, the good man learnd to glow,And quite forgot their vices in their woe;Careless their merits or their faults to scan,His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,And even his failings leand to virtues side—But in his duty, prompt at every call,He watchd and wept, he prayd and felt for all:And, as a bird each fond en
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . by Harper & Brothers Sat by his fire, and talkd the night away-Wept oer his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,Shoulderd his crutch and showd how fields were with his guests, the good man learnd to glow,And quite forgot their vices in their woe;Careless their merits or their faults to scan,His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,And even his failings leand to virtues side—But in his duty, prompt at every call,He watchd and wept, he prayd and felt for all:And, as a bird each fond endearment triesTo tempt its new-nedgd offspring to the skies,He tried each art, reprovd each dull delay,Allurd to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid,And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayd,The reverend champion stood: at his controlDespair and anguish fled the struggling soul;Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise,And his last faltering accents whisperd praise. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. Love-Letters of Falstaff BY JAMES BRANCH CABELL I IT was, indeed, Sir John Falstaff; veryold now, and very shaky after a nightof hard drinking. He came into theroom singing, as was often his customwhen alone, and found Bardolph bendingover the chest, while Mistress Quicklydemurely stirred the fire, which winkedat the old knight very knowingly. Then came the hold Sir Caradoc,carolled Sir John. Ah, mistress, whatnews?—And eke Sir Pellinore.—Did Irage last night, Bardolph? Was I a veryBedlamite ? As mine own bruises can testify,asserted Bardolph. Had each one ofthem a tongue, they might raise a clamorwhereby Babel were as an heir weepingfor his rich uncles death; their testi-mony would qualify you for any mad-house in England. And if their evidencego against the doctors stomach, thewatchman at the corner hath three teeth—or, rather, had until you knockedthem out last night—that will, rightwillingly, aid him to digest
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