With fearless good humour did Mary comply, The night it was dark, and the wind it was high, C'er the path so well known still proceeded the maid, Where the Abbey rose dim on the sight. Through the gateway she enter'd, she felt not afraid; All around her was silent, save when the rude blast Over weed-cover'd fragments still fearless she past, Where the elder-tree grew in the aisle. Well pleased did she reach it, and quickly drew near, When the sound of a voice seemed to rise on her ear: The wind blew, the hoarse ivy shook over her head, The wind ceased; her heart sunk in her bosom with dread, For she heard in the ruins distinctly the tread Of footsteps approaching her near. Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, Then Mary could feel her heart-blood curdled cold! It blew off the hat of the one, and behold "Curse the hat!" he exclaimed; "Nay, come on here, and hide The dead body," his comrade replied. She beholds them in safety pass on by her side, She ran with wild speed, she rush'd in at the door, Then her limbs could support their faint burden no more, And exhausted and breathless she sunk on the floor, Unable to utter a sound. Ere yet her pale lips could the story impart, Her eyes from that object convulsively start, For-O God! what cold horror then thrill'd through her heart When the name of her Richard she knew! Where the old Abbey stands on the common hard by, His gibbet is now to be seen; His irons you still from the road may espy, The traveller beholds them, and thinks, with a sigh, Of poor Mary, the maid of the inn. A "PENNY READINGS" PROlogue. WILLIAM GASPEY. To add a zest to home delights, With profit and with pleasure; Are the chief aims we have in view, We'll do our best-who more can do? Of dawning thought this movement, The programme's contents will declare 66 Of this, our feast of reason,” Where nothing on you will be pressed Tale, legend, poem, jeu d'esprit, And music, too, will lend its aid As critics, do not worthless deem Sustained by you, what we have planned, Our object many heeding; 160 VAT YOU PLEASE. J. R. PLANCHÉ. SOME years ago, when civil faction Were taught to curse as soon as they could squall; To put folks more on an equality; When coronets were not worth half-a-crown, Sans cash, sans clothes, and almost sans everything! Two Messieurs who about this time came over, Half-starved, but toujours gai (No weasels e'er were thinner), Trudged up to town from Dover; Their slender store exhausted in the way, From morn till noon, from noon till dewy eve, This happen'd on a day most dear To epicures, when general use Sanctions the roasting of the sav'ry goose. Towards night, one Frenchman, at a tavern near, While greedily he snuff'd the luscious gale in, And snuff'd and long'd, and long'd and snuff'd again. (A proverb I've heard many mention); The ready waiter at his elbow stands 66 Sir, will you favour me with your commands? "We've roast and boil'd, sir; choose you those or these ?" "Sare! you are very good, Sare! Vat you please." Quick at the word, Upon the table smokes the wish'd-for bird. But pounced pell-mell upon it; Drum-stick and merry-thought he pick'd in haste, Exulting in the merry thought that won it. Pie follows goose, and after pie comes cheese"Stilton or Cheshire, Sir ?"" Ah! vat you please." And now our Frenchman, having ta'en his fill, Prepares to go, when-"Sir, your little bill." "Ah, vat you're Bill! Vell, Mr. Bill, good day! "Bon jour, good Villiam."-" No, Sir, stay; "My name is Tom, Sir-you've this bill to pay." "Pay, pay, ma foi ! "I call for noting, Sare-pardonnez-moi ! "You bring me vat you call your goose, your cheese, To make him pay some would be rather funny), |