[From Nightmare Abbey, chap. xi. :-" Mr. Hilary: Now I say again, a catch.' The Reverend Mr. Larynx: I am for you.' Mr. Hilary: Seamen three." The Reverend Mr. Larynx: 6 Agreed. I'll be Harry Gill, with the voice of three. Begin.'"] [From Crotchet Castle, chap. xviii. :-"Lady Clarinda being prevailed on to take the harp in her turn, sang [these] stanzas."] LOVE AND AGE. PLAYED with you 'mid cowslips blowing, When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Through groves and meads, o'er grass and heather, We wandered hand in hand together But that was sixty years ago. You grew a lovely roseate maiden, And still our early love was strong; Still with no care our days were laden, They glided joyously along; And I did love you very dearly, How dearly words want power to show; I thought your heart was touched as nearly- Then other lovers came around you, I saw you then, first vows forsaking, And I lived on, to wed another : No cause she gave me to repine; And when I heard you were a mother, I did not wish the children mine. My own young flock, in fair progression, You grew a matron plump and comely, Than when my youngest child was christened-- Time passed. My eldest girl was married, But though first love's impassioned blindness I still have thought of you with kindness, The ever-rolling silent hours. Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK. [From Gryll Grange, chap. xv., where it is sung by "a young lady" and called a "ballad." Miss Ilex thus comments on it :-"That is a melancholy song. But of how many loves is it the true tale? And how many are far less happy?"] |