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^O hj  to  die 1  oh,  to  d ie!  11
                              And  tlie  bride  at thy  bosom  will  raise  her  head
                              In  affright,  as  she  hears  thee  call  on  the  dead

                             In  a  ghastly  dream,  on  whose  wings  are borne
                              The  memories  of thy  wedding  m orn!

                              Oh,  the  woeful  sight  of the pale, dead  face,

                             With  the  cold,  dank  stone  for  its  resting place!
                              Oh,  the  mocking  chime  of the  old  church b e ll!
                              It  shall  seem  to  peal  from  the  mouth  of hell;
                              Into  thy  dreams  its  echoes  bringing,
                              Merrily,  madly,  ceaselessly  ringing!

                                        The  white  face  shall  haunt  th ee!
                                        The bells  they  shall  taunt  thee !
                              Echoed  and  tossed  on  the  withering breath
                              Of a  curse that  shall  cling  round  thy  soul  till  death.
                                                                 C h a r l o t t e   M.





                                             THE  DRUMMER  BOY.

                                       am  m ;m E W T   o r   Tnrc  Cr i m e a n   w a r .



                                   A A P T A IN   G R A H A M ,  the  men  were  saym
                                        Y e  would  wfmt  a  drummer  lad,
                                     So  Fve  brought m y  boy  Sandie,
                                        T hoT  m y  heart is  woeful  sad ;

                                     But  nae  bread  is  left  to  feed  us,
                                        And  no  siller to  buv  more,
                                     For  the gudcman  sleeps forever,
                                        Where the  heather  blossoms o'er,


                                   “ Sandie,  make your  manners  quickly,
                                         Play yovir blithest  measure true—-
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