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And kepi:  hoi  for Sir  Thomas,”■— Captain  Dugald said grace,
                               Then  set  himself  down  in Sir  Thomas's  place.


                               Wearily,  wearily,  all  that  night,
                                    That  live-long  night,  did tlie  hours  go by;
                                      And the  Lady Jane,
                                      In  grief  and  pain,
                                    She sat  herself  down  to cry!
                                      And  Captain  MacBride,
                                      Who sat by  her side,
                               Though  I  really  can’t, say that, he actually cried,
                                    At  least  had  a  tear  in  his  eye!
                              As  much  as  can  well  be  expected,  perhaps,
                              From "very young  fellows"  for "very old  chaps/'
                                      And  if  he  had  said
                                      What,  he'd  got in  the  head,
                               Twoulrl  have been  “ Poof o^d  Buffer,  he’s  certainly  dead!”


                              The  morning  dawned—-and  the  next— and tlie next,
                               And  all  in  the  mansion  were still perplexed;
                                      No  knocker fell,
                                      His  approach to  tell;
                               Not so much as  a  runaway  ring  at the bell.

                              Yet  the sun  shone bright  upon tower  and  tree,
                              And  the  meads  smiled  screen as  green  mav be, >
                                                                n
                                                                          ✓
                                                       O
                              And  the dear  little dickey  birds  caroled  with  glee,
                              And the  iambs in the park  skipped  merry and free.—
                               Without all was joy and  harmony!

                               And thus  'l.wifl be— nor  lone tlie dav—
                                                           O
                                                                    ■■
                               Ere we,  iike him,  shall  pass  away!
                               Von  sun  that  now  our  bosoms  warms,
                               Shall shine—but shine  on other forms ;
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