But oh! of all delightful sounds The sweetest is the voice of Love, THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED THEM. You are old, Father William, the young man cried ; In the days of my youth, Father William replied, You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And yet you lament not the days that are gone In the days of my youth, Father William replied, I remember'd that youth could not last; I thought of the future, whatever I did, That I never might grieve for the past. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And life must be hastening away; You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death; Now tell me the reason, I pray. I am cheerful, young man, Father William replied; In the days of my youth I remember'd my God! FROM THE DEVIL'S WALK. HE owned with a grin THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. It was a summer evening; She saw her brother Peterkin In playing there, had found; Old Kasper took it from the boy, And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory. I find them in the garden, For there's many here about; And often when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out; For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." It was the English," Kasper cried, "Who put the French to rout; But what they fought each other for, I could not well make out; But everybody said," quoth he, "That 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then,' They burnt his dwelling to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. With fire and sword the country round And many a childing mother then, But things like that, you know, must be "They say it was a shocking sight For many thousand bodies here But things like that, you know must be "Great praise the Duke of Malbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.' " Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" "Nay-nay-my little girl," quoth he, "And everybody praised the duke, "But what good came of it at last?” Why, that I cannot tell," said he; But 'twas a famous victory." THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE. "I know not whether it be worth the reporting that there is in Cornwall, near the parish of St. Neots, a Well, arched over with the robes of four kinds of trees, withy, oak, elm, and ash, dedicated to St. Keyne. The reported virtue of the water is this, that whether husband or wife come first, to drink thereof, they get the mastery thereby."-FULLer, A WELL there is in the west country, But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm-tree stand beside, A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne; For from cock-crow he had been travelling, He drank of the water so cool and clear, And he sat down upon the bank Under the willow-tree. There came a man from the house hard by, On the Well-side he rested it, "Now art thou a bachelor, Stranger?" quoth he; For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life. 'Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been? For an if she have, I'll venture my life, She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne." I have left a good woman who never was here," The Stranger he made reply; "But that my draught should be the better for that, I pray you answer me why." "St. Keyne," quoth the Cornish-man, “ many a time Drank of this crystal Well; And before the Angel summon'd her, "If the Husband of this gifted Well A happy man thenceforth is he, |