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say I: And bless him, also, that he didn't keep His great discovery to himself; nor try To make it--as the lucky fellow might-- A close monopoly by patent-right! * * * * * 'Tis beautiful to leave the world a while For the soft visions of the gentle night; And free, at last, from mortal care or guile, To live as only in the angels' sight, In Sleep's sweet realm so cosily shut in, Where, at the worst, we only dream of sin! So let us sleep, and give the Maker praise. I like the lad, who, when his father thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed praise Of vagrant worm by early songster caught, Cried, "Served him right!--it's not at all surprising; The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!" * * * * * =_393._= "YE TAILYOR-MAN; A CONTEMPLATIVE BALLAD." Right jollie is ye tailyor-man As annie man may be; And all ye daye, upon ye benche He worketh merrilie. And oft, ye while in pleasante wise He coileth up his lymbes, He singeth songs ye like whereof Are not in Watts his hymns. And yet he toileth all ye while His merrie catches rolle; As true unto ye needle as Ye needle to ye pole. What cares ye valiant tailyor-man For all ye cowarde fears? Against ye scissors of ye Fates, He points his mightie shears. He heedeth not ye anciente jests That witless sinners use; What feareth ye bolde tailyor-man Ye hissinge of a goose? He pulleth at ye busie threade, To feede his lovinge wife And eke his childe; for unto them It is the threade of life. He cutteth well ye rich man's coate, And with unseemlie pride, He sees ye little waistcoate In Ye cabbage bye his side, Meanwhile ye tailyor-man his wife, To labor nothing loth, Sits bye with readie hande to baste Ye urchin, and ye cloth. Full happie is ye tailyor-man Yet is he often tried, Lest he, from fullness of ye dimes, Wax wanton in his pride. Full happie is ye tailyor-man, And yet he hath a foe, A cunning enemie that none So well as tailyors knowe. It is ye slipperie customer Who goes his wicked wayes, And wears ye tailyor-man his coate, But never, never payes! * * * * * From "The Money King." =_394._= ANCIENT AND MODERN GHOSTS CONTRASTED. In olde
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