end significantly to my wet shawl, whilst the sharp point was reverted towards the dripping honeysuckle. "Humph!" "There's no dirt to signify !" Another "Humph!" and another point to the draggled tail of my white gown. "At all events, it's going to clear." Two 66 Humphs!" and two points, one to the clouds, and one to the barometer. "It's only seven miles," said Patty; "and if the horses are wanted, I can walk." "Humph!" quoth Mrs. Mathews. "My aunt Ellis will be there, and my cousin Mary 66 Humph!" again said Mrs. Mathews. "And if a person is coming here on business, what can I be wanted for when you are at home, grandmother?" 66 Humph!" once again was the answer. "What business can any one have with me?" Another "Humph !” 66 My cousin Mary will be so disappointed!" 66 Humph!" "And I half promised my cousin William-poor William !" "Humph!" again. "Poor William! Oh, grandmother, do let me go! And I've got my new hat and all — just such a hat as William likes! Poor William! You will let me go, grandmother?" And receiving no answer but a very unequivocal 66 "Humph!" poor Patty threw down her straw hat, fetched a deep sigh, and sate in a most disconsolate attitude, snipping her pink ribbon to pieces; Mrs. Mathews went on manfully with her stitchery;" and for ten minutes there was a dead pause. It was at length broken by my little friend and introducer, Susan, who was standing at the window, and exclaimed "Who is this riding up the meadow all through the rain? Look! see! I do think no, it can't be—yes, it is—it is certainly my cousin William Ellis! Look, grandmother!" 66 Humph!" said Mrs. Mathews. "What can cousin William be coming for?" continued Susan. 66 Humph!" quoth Mrs. Mathews. "Oh, I know!-I know!" screamed Susan, clapping her hands and jumping for joy as she saw the changed expression of Patty's countenance,—the beaming delight, succeeded by a pretty downcast shamefacedness, as she turned away from her grandmother's arch smile and archer nod. "I know! I know!" shouted Susan. 66 Humph!" said Mrs. Mathews. "For shame, Susan! Pray don't, grandmother!" said Patty, imploringly. "For shame! Why I did not say he was coming to court Patty! Did I, grandmother?" returned Susan. "And I take this good lady to witness," replied Mrs. Mathews, as Patty, gathering up her hat and her scraps of ribbon, prepared to make her escape— "I call you all to witness that I have said nothing. Good bye Patty!" added she," you have spoiled your pink trimming; but I think you are likely to want white ribbons next, and, if you put me in mind, I'll buy them for you!" And, smiling in spite of herself, the happy girl ran out of the room. SAUL, THE PERSECUTOR, JOURNEYING TO DAMASCUS. BY T. ROSCOE, ESQ. WHOSE is that sword-that voice and eye of flameThat heart of inextinguishable ire? Who bears the dungeon keys, and bonds, and fire? Along his dark and withering path he came— Death in his looks, and terror in his name, Tempting the might of heaven's Eternal Sire. Lo! THE LIGHT shone!-the sun's veiled beams expire A Saviour's self a Saviour's lips proclaim! Whose is yon form, stretched on the earth's cold bed, Mourning the past? Bowed is the lofty head The Saviour's spirit walked—and all was still! AULD JOE NICHOLSON'S BONNY NANNIE. A SANG. BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD. THE daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonny; But there ne'er was a flower, in garden or bower, Like auld Joe Nicholson's bonny Nannie. O my Nannie, My dear little Nannie, My sweet little niddlety-noddlety Nannie; In garden or bower, Like auld Joe Nicholson's bonny Nannie. Ae day she came out wi' a rosy blush To milk her twa kye sae couthie an' cannie; 264 AULD JOE NICHOLSON'S BONNY NANNIE. Her looks so gay o'er nature away, Frae bonny blue een sae mild an' mellow, Saw naething sae sweet in nature's array Though clad in the morning's gowden yellow. O my Nannie, &c. My heart lay beating the flowery green, And the tears came trickling down frae my een, There's mony a joy in this warld below, And sweet the hopes that to sing were uncannie ; But of all the pleasures I ever can know, There's none like the love o' my dearest Nannie. My dear little Nannie, My sweet little niddlety-noddlety Nannie; There ne'er was a flower, In garden or bower, Like auld Joe Nicholson's bonny Nannie. |