St Nicholas [serial] . THE FATHER ENTERS. Nay, verily, her father said, Braid up thy golden hair;Prepare to die, if thou wilt notFor nuptials prepare ! [Flourishes pasteboard knife. She braided up her golden hairWith jewels bright, eft soon ; She clad her in her twice dyed gown,And eke her thrice patched shoon. Oh, Benjamin ! Oh, Benjamin ! Was all that she could say;She wist not but that he was dead,Or thousand leagues away. for Mary Jane ! the knife Hangs glittering oer her head !Before the altar, Mortimer Waits his fair bride to wed. Who knocks upon the outer gate? Oh, father, quic
St Nicholas [serial] . THE FATHER ENTERS. Nay, verily, her father said, Braid up thy golden hair;Prepare to die, if thou wilt notFor nuptials prepare ! [Flourishes pasteboard knife. She braided up her golden hairWith jewels bright, eft soon ; She clad her in her twice dyed gown,And eke her thrice patched shoon. Oh, Benjamin ! Oh, Benjamin ! Was all that she could say;She wist not but that he was dead,Or thousand leagues away. for Mary Jane ! the knife Hangs glittering oer her head !Before the altar, Mortimer Waits his fair bride to wed. Who knocks upon the outer gate? Oh, father, quickly hie ! T is but the grimy charcoal man; We have no time to buy !. HER SHRIEKS NO MERCY WIN. Methinks I hear the area-bell; Oh, father, quickly speed ! T is but a pesky book-agent; Thou hast no time to read ! The fatal knife descends, descends ! Her shrieks no mercy win !When lo, a shout !—the door gives way! In rushes Benjamin !
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