That was the deuce—no good to fret : Caught was Maggie-caught, caught, caught! * * * * "Behaved hisself?" Of coorse, he done- But hang it give the divil his due— Now stow your chaff there, Barney O'Grady! So now it's for a Pazon he was goin: And how he managed there's no knowing; But got the Bishop to examine him And some way or other contrived to gammon him To promise to ordain him-ordain; Isn' that the word? whatever they mane- Goin for a curate to Pazon Gale, And would have been the very next day, That ev'rin, I tell ye, there come a woman, "Where's my Sandy? where, O where? Where is he? where is he?" and had cried like yandher All the passage from Whitehaven, "Where's my Sandy? div ye ken?" And up the pier and the market-place, "Where's my Sandy?" and wouldn' cease. And she didn' regard for none that blamed herFor of coorse there was people that fied-for-shamed her; And a pleeceman gave her directions to go; And come upon the village street, And could hardly stand upon her feet— And the women about her, and "Get some brandy!" But she wouldn' taste it-" Sandy! Sandy! Where's my Sandy?" And they tried some rum; And a call for Sandy: so Sandy come. Yes, he come; and just gave a look: And straightened hisself lek goin to deny her : And the chap was poor, and she'd worked lek a slave To keep him at one of these places they have I've heard them tellin that's seen her there In a little room, and to brew and to bake for him, Well now-Maggie? Hould your kedge!1 And "How are tha, Maggie, how are tha, gel?” "Aw!" she said, "I'm very well." "Very well-very well!" Toull the bell-toull the bell When ye know what it's manin-that "very well!" She died next day-quite aisy, they said— "Mirrieu-mirrieu! dead-dead Dead!" And Mark? He dropped the draper, So ye see there's some that takes it deep- 12. PASSAGES FROM "HYPERION "1 I. SATURN AND THEA DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, Casting a shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Along the margin-sand large footmarks went, It seemed no force could wake him from his place ; 1 The Sun-god of the Titans, or older dynasty of Gods, dispossessed by Apollo, as Saturn was by Jove. The accent should really fall on the third syllable. 2 The Titans were the children of Uranus and Gæa (Heaven and Earth). Touched his wide shoulders, after bending low Had stood a pigmy's height; she would have ta'en Or with a finger stayed Ixion's wheel. Her face was large as that of Memphian sphinx, When sages looked to Egypt for their lore. As if the vanward clouds of evil days Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents; O how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 66 Saturn, look up! yet wherefore, poor old King? I have no comfort for thee, no, not one I cannot say, 'O wherefore sleepest thou?' |