SONG — THE MAID OF ARDEE.
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restless and anxious, too, as if they didn’t know what to do with themselves.
“Toward night we all went out into the stoop— for my wife had come over, and looked as nice u any of them—if Sarah was the most beautiful; and they made a putty show, fluttering around in their white dresses, like so many pigeons, waiting to be fed. At last, just as the sun was beginning to sink behind the hills, we saw a carriage coming round a curve of the turnpike, that you can see from the stoop away down the valley. It was moving along what we call the dug road, with a steep hill on one side, and a precipice below—a dangerous spot always for: skittish horses, and one I never liked to travel; in the night.
“Just as we saw Mr. Bentley’s carriage appear on this road, a stage coach came over the hill, thundering along as if it had lost time.
That minute the blast of a horn rung through the valley, and while it filled the air, a sharp cry from one of the gals made us all catch our breath.
“See! see!’ shrieked Sarah, flinging up her arms. ‘Oh, my God, have mercy!—have mercy!’
“Her wild eyes were bent on the distance— we followed them in terror. The stage was thundering down the hill; we caught one glimpse of the carriage, which went over and over down the precipice; the sharp yell of the horses came to where we stood—and then all was still. looked around; Hetty lay cold and stiff as death on the stoop, while Sarah fell down at her side, shielding her with both arms, and moaning as if her heart was broken.”
(to be continued.)
SONG—THE
BY
A
MAID OF ARDEE.
NEW
CONTRIBUTOR.
(AIR, JENNY JONES.) Tn ship in the ofling was rocked by the billows; The signal for sailing at length was displayed; The lovers both sat on the brook edged with willows, Where oft in the long summer evening they strayed. “I‘m going." said Jimmy, with tender emotion, While blinked the big tear in his bonny blue ’eo, "To buflet the tempest: on life’s stormy ocean, And leave far behind me the maid of Ardce.
fI’lWMI'/rI’i/ld,n!”
The goal is before rue—my heart it is in it, As long as the guerdou is coupled with thee; Never fear but young Jemmy will tlziuntlessly win it, And bring home the prize to the maid of Ardee. “Farewell, then, to Jenny; may heaven's protection, Vouchsat'e to my darling its sheltering care; Never fear but young Jemmy, led by its direction Shall win, and with Jenny his trophies shall aha-re." One lost look he took with such tender emotion, And kissed the big tear that tricked down from her 'ee; When his boat like an arrow shot over the ocean, And Jimmy’s soon lost to the maid of Ardee.
“Farewell, then, to Jenny—farewell to my dearest; Rcpine not that fortune should call me away; When the cloud is the lowest the rain-drops are nearest— The darkness of night’s but the opening of day.
OH! FOOLISH MILLER! BY
MARCELLA
M-"Inm.’I.,4/(‘vI¢v/N ,I/¢JN”
M.
MINES,
F0011!!! Miller! circling, fluttering Nearer to the brilliant light; Don‘t you know it cares not for you— That its touch would kill you quite! Go away, the sky is pleasant Out of doors; the night is sweet, And the air is pure and fragrant, With the breath of flowers replete.
What a pleasant song the taper, In low, titful murmurs sings, ’Tis not best that thou should’st listen, Foolish Miller, lost thy wings? Up the light in triumph rushing, Folds him in its blinding glare; Wrecked in beauty and in being— He bemoons too late the snare.
Go in peace! infatuation Stronger growl while near you stay; And the light burns clearer, brighter— You had better go away, Break at once the magic circle—
Ahi how many with a birthright Far above the silly moth, Circle round some guy temptation— Dmwing nearer, nothing loth; Heading not this simple lesson; Counting not the fearful cost, Till one day a weeping angel Writes—a priceless soul is lost!
You are quite bewildered now, Thinking how 'twere best Bpproaching— You had better not learn how.
