And when she dies I wish that she would be laid by me, HOW BETSEY AND I MADE UP. Give us your hand, Mr. Lawyer: how do you do to-day? Goin' home that evenin' I tell you I was blue, Thinkin' of all my troubles, and what I was goin' to do; No-for I was labourin' under a heavy load; No-for I was travellin' an entirely different road; And seein' where we missed the way, and where we might have been. And many a corner we'd turned that just to a quarrel led, When I ought to've held my temper, and driven straight ahead; And the more I thought it over the more these memories came, And the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame. And things I had long forgotten kept risin' in my mind, When a feller's alone in the darkness, and everything is still. 66 But," says I, "we're too far along to take another track, And when I put my hand to the plough, I do not oft turn back, And 'tain't an uncommon thing now for couples to smash in two;" And so I set my teeth together, and vowed I'd see it through. When I come in sight o' the house, 'twas some'at in the night, And just as I turned a hill-top I see the kitchen light; Which often a han'some pictur' to a hungry person makes, But it don't interest a feller much that's goin' to pull up stakes. And when I went in the house, the table was set for me— And fell to eatin' my victuals, which somehow didn't taste good. And Betsey, she pretended to look about the house, But she watched my side coat-pocket like a cat would watch a mouse; And then she went to foolin' a little with her cup, side up. And when I'd done my supper, I drawed the agreement out, And gave it to her without a word, for she knowed what 'twas about; And then I hummed a little tune, but now and then a note Was bu'sted by some animal that hopped up in my throat. Then Betsey she got her specs from off the mantel-shelf, Read it by little and little, for her eyes is gettin' old, And after she'd read a little she gave my arm a touch, And kindly said she was afraid I was 'lowin' her too much; But when she was through, she went for me, her face a-streamin' with tears, And kissed me for the first time in over twenty years! I don't know what you'll think, sir-I didn't come to inquire But I picked up that agreement and stuffed it in the fire; And I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow; And we struck an agreement never to have another row. And I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash If half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash; And she said, in regards to heaven, we'd try and learn its worth By startin' a branch establishment and runnin' it here on earth. And so we sat a-talkin' three-quarters of the night, And opened our hearts to each other until they both grew light; And the days when I was winnin' her away from so many men Was nothin' to that evenin' I courted her over again. Next mornin' an ancient virgin took pains to call on us, Since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two; Maybe you'll think me soft, sir, a-talkin' in this style, But somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while; So make out your bill, Mr. Lawyer: don't stop short of an X; WILL CARLETON. THE HAUNTED MERE. "O Mother, the wind blows chill o'er the moor, "O! mother, there's one on the bleak, bare wold, Wand'ring alone in the bitter cold: O! mother, you'll let her in? O! mother, that woman is wan and faint, Footsore and hunger'd and ill: Open the door to her piteous plaint, She may die on the snow-wreathed hill." "Put up the bolt on the creaking door, Your sister darkens my hearth no more, There presses a face to the streaming glass; As it duskily glows on the panelled wall, The gleam from the midnight mere is gone, What misty form on the threshold stands, Moaning, and wringing its ghastly hands, Coming and going with soundless tread, |