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Till, from  having gone through  half  the books  on tlie  shelf,
                            They  were almost as  wise as Sir Thomas lismseif.

                                    Well,  it happened one  day—
                                    I  really can't say
                            The particular  month ;— but  I  think  ’twas in  May,
                             ’Twas,  I  knew,  in  the  spring time,  when  “ Nature  looks  gay/'
                             As  the  poet  observes— and  on  tree-top  and  spray,
                             The dear  little  dickey birds  carol  el way,
                             That the  whole  of  the  house  was  thrown  into  affright,
                             For no  soul  could conceive what was  gone with  the  Knight.


                                    It seems  he  had  taken
                                    A  light breakfast— bacon,
                             An  egg, .a little broiled  haddock— at most
                             A   round and  el half  of  some  hot  buttered  toast,
                             With a  si ice  of  cold sirloin  from yesterday's  roast.
                                     But no  matter  for that—
                                     Me  had  called  for  his  hat,
                             With the  brim that  I've  said  was  so broad  and so  flat,
                             And  his  “ specs ”  with  the  tortoise  shell  rim,  and  his  cane.
                             Thus  armed  he  set  out on  a  ramble— adack!


                             lie  set out,  poor  dear soul!-—but lie never  came back!
                                     II First dinner b e llr a n g
                                     Out its  cuphonous  clang
                             At five— folks  kept early  hours  then— and  the  “ last ”
                             Ding-donged,  as  it ever was  wont,  at  half-past.
                             Stiil  the  master was  absent— the  cook  came and  said,  he
                             Feared dinner would  spoil,  having  been  so long ready,
                             That the puddings  her  ladyship  thought such  a treat
                             He was  morally  sure,  would  be  scare  fit  to  cat!
                             Said  the  lady,  ‘'Dish  up !  Let  the  meal  be served straight,
                             And  let two  or  three  slices  be put on  a plate,
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