. Ballads. -legged, high-shouldered, worm-eaten seat,With a creaking old back, and twisted old feet;But since the fair morning when Fanny sat there,1 bless thee and love thee, old cane-bottomed chair. If chairs have but feeling, in holding such charms, A thrill must have passed through your withered old arms ;I looked, and I longed, and I ^^•ished in despair ;I wished myself turned to a cane-bottomed chair. It was but a moment she sat in this place ;Shed a scarf on her neck, and a smile on her face !A smile on her face, and a rose in her hair,And she sat there, and bloomed in my cane-bottomedc
. Ballads. -legged, high-shouldered, worm-eaten seat,With a creaking old back, and twisted old feet;But since the fair morning when Fanny sat there,1 bless thee and love thee, old cane-bottomed chair. If chairs have but feeling, in holding such charms, A thrill must have passed through your withered old arms ;I looked, and I longed, and I ^^•ished in despair ;I wished myself turned to a cane-bottomed chair. It was but a moment she sat in this place ;Shed a scarf on her neck, and a smile on her face !A smile on her face, and a rose in her hair,And she sat there, and bloomed in my cane-bottomedchair. And so I have valued my chair ever since, Like the shrine of a saint, or the throne of a prince; Saint Fanny, my patroness sweet I declare, The queen of my heart and my cane-bottomed chair. When the candles burn low, and the companys gone,In the silence of night as I sit here alone —I sit here alone, but we yet are a pair —My lunny I see in my cane-bottomed chair. 84 TlIK CANli-BOTTOMliU She comes fioin llio past ami revisits my room;She looks as she then did, all beauty and bloom;So smiling and tender, so fresh and so fair;And j-onder she sits in my canc-bottomed chair. riSCATOR AND PISCATRIX. 85 PISCATOR AND PISCATRIX. LINES WRITTEN TO AN ALBUM PRINT. As on this pictured page I pretty tale of line and though it were a novel-book, Amuses and engages ;I know them both, the boy and girl ;She is the daughter of the Earl,The lad (that has his hair in curl,) My lord the Countys page is. A pleasant place for such a pair ;The fields lie basking in the glare ;No breath of wind the heavy air Of lazy summer by, you see the castle tall;The village nestles round the wall,As round about the hen, its small Young progeny of chickens.
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