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Difficulties—Consent.
'Night will come on; when seated snug,'And you've perhaps begun some tale,'Can you then leave your dear stone mug;'Leave all the folks, and all the Ale?'
'Ay, Kate, I wool;—because I know,'Though time has been we both could run,'Such days are gone and over now;—'I only mean to see the fun.'
She straight slipp'd off the Wall and Band, [Terms used in spinning]And laid aside her Lucks and Twitches:And to the Hutch [a chest] she reach'd her hand,And gave him out his Sunday Breeches.
His Mattock he behind the doorAnd Hedging-gloves again replac'd;And look'd across the yellow Moor,And urg'd his tott'ring Spouse to haste.
The Walk to the Fair.
The day was up, the air serene,The Firmament without a cloud;The Bee humm'd o'er the level greenWhere knots of trembling Cowslips bow'd.
And RICHARD thus, with heart elate,As past things rush'd across his mind,Over his shoulder, talk'd to KATE,Who snug tuckt up, walk'd slow behind.
'When once a gigling Mawther you,'And I a redfac'd chubby Boy,'Sly tricks, you play'd me not a few;'For mischief was your greatest joy.
'Once, passing by this very Tree,'A Gotch [pitcher] of Milk I'd been to fill,'You shoulder'd me; then laugh'd to see'Me and my Gotch spin down the Hill'
Discourse on past Days.
'Tis true,' she said; 'but here behold,'And marvel at the course of Time;'Though you and I are both grown old,'This Tree is only in its prime!'
'Well, Goody, don't stand preaching now;'Folks don't preach Sermons at a FAIR:'We've rear'd Ten Boys and Girls you know;'And I'll be bound they'll all be there.'
Now friendly nods and smiles had they,From many a kind Fair-going face:And many a pinch KATE gave away;While RICHARD kept his usual pace.
At length arriv'd amidst the throng,Grand-children bawling hem'd them round;And dragg'd them by the skirts alongWhere gingerbread bestrew'd the ground.
The Arrival.—Country Sports.
And soon the aged couple spy'dTheir lusty Sons and Daughters dear:When RICHARD thus exulting cried,'Did'nt I tell you they'd be here?'
The cordial greetings of the soulWere visible in every face;Affection, void of all controul,Govern'd with a resistless grace.
'Twas good to see the honest strife,Which should contribute most to please;And hear the long-recounted life,Of infant tricks, and happy days.
But now, as at some nobler places,Amongst the Leaders 'twas decreedTime to begin the DICKY RACES;More fam'd for laughter than for speed.
Recollections.
RICHARD look'd on with wond'rous glee,And prais'd the Lad who ehanc'd to win;'KATE, wan't I such a one as he?'As like him, ay, as pin to pin?
'Full Fifty years are pass'd away'Since I rode this same ground about:'Lord! I was lively as the day!'I won the High-lows out and out!
'I'm surely growing young again:'I feel myself so kedge and plump.'From head to foot I've not one pain;'Nay, hang me if I cou'd 'nt jump.'
Thus spoke the ALE in RICHARD'S pate,A very little made him mellow;But still he lov'd his faithful KATE,Who whisper'd thus, 'My good old fellow,
The Departure....