e voremost wi' a squall,
An' down the next went wi' a sprawl,
An' down went all the laughen crew.

As to an' fro,
In merry row,
We all went round
On ice, on ground
The maidens nigh
A-stannen shy, did zee us slide,
An' in their eaeprons small, did vwold
Their little hands, a-got red-cwold,
Or slide on ice o' two veet wide.

By leafless copse,
An' beaere tree-tops,
An' zun's low beams,
An' ice-boun' streams,
An' vrost-boun' mill,
A-stannen still. Come wind, blow on,
An' gi'e the bwoys, this Chris'mas tide,
The glitt'ren ice to meaeke a slide,
As we had our slide, years agone.

LWONESOMENESS.

As I do zew, wi' nimble hand,
In here avore the window's light,
How still do all the housegear stand
Around my lwonesome zight.
How still do all the housegear stand
Since Willie now 've a-left the land.

The rwose-tree's window-sheaeden bow
Do hang in leaf, an' win'-blow'd flow'rs,
Avore my lwonesome eyes do show
Theaese bright November hours.
Avore my lwonesome eyes do show
Wi' nwone but I to zee em blow.

The sheaedes o' leafy buds, avore
The peaenes, do sheaeke upon the glass,
An' stir in light upon the vloor,
Where now vew veet do pass,
An' stir in light upon the vloor,
Where there's a-stirren nothen mwore.

This win' mid dreve upon the main,
My brother's ship, a-plowen foam,
But not bring mother, cwold, nor rain,
At her now happy hwome.
But not bring mother, cwold, nor rain,
Where she is out o' pain.

Zoo now that I'm a-mwopen dumb,
A-keepen father's house, do you
Come of'en wi' your work vrom hwome,
Vor company. Now do.
Come of'en wi' your work vrom hwome,
Up here a-while. Do come.

A SNOWY NIGHT.

'Twer at night, an' a keen win' did blow
Vrom the east under peaele-twinklen stars,
All a-zweepen along the white snow;
On the groun', on the trees, on the bars,
Vrom the hedge where the win' russled drough,
There a light-russlen snow-doust did vall;
An' noo pleaece wer a-vound that wer lew,
But the shed, or the ivy-hung wall.

Then I knock'd at the wold passage door
Wi' the win'-driven snow on my locks;
Till, a-comen along the cwold vloor,
There my Jenny soon answer'd my knocks.
Then the wind, by the door a-swung wide,
Flung some