My brothers, if you will display Let the great moral that they teach So they will tell to God and man, THE BRIDES OF ENDERBY; OR, THE HIGH The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. Men say it was a stolen tyde The Lord that sent it, He knows all; The message that the bells let fall: By millions crouched on the old sea-wall. I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes; Lay sinking in the barren skies, " Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling From the meads where melick groweth Faintly came her milking song: "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, Jetty, to the milking shed.” If it be long, ay, long ago, When I beginne to think howe long, Againe I hear the Lindis flow, Swift as an arrowe, sharp and strong; And all the aire, it seemeth mee, Alle fresh the level pasture lay, And not a shadowe mote be seene, The swanherds where there sedges are Came downe that kindly message free, The "Brides of Mavis Enderby." Then some looked uppe into the sky, And all along where Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie, And where the lordly steeple shows, They sayde, "And why should this thing be? What danger lowers by land or sea? They ring the tune of Enderby! "For evil news from Mablethorpe, Of pyrate galleys warping downe; For shippes ashore beyond the scorpe, They have not spared to wake the towne: 66 Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath "The old sea wall (he cried) is downe, Go sailing uppe the market-place." "Good sonne, where Lindis winds away, And ere yon bells beganne to play To right, to left, "Ho, Enderby!" They rang "The Brides of Enderby!" With that he cried and beat his breast; And rearing Lindis backward pressed, Flung uppe her weltering walls again. Then beaten foam flew round about Then all the mighty floods were out. So farre, so fast the eyere drave, The heart had hardly time to heat, Before a shallow seething wave Upon the roofe we sat that night, The noise of bells went sweeping by; I marked the lofty beacon light Stream from the church tower, red and high,— A lurid mark and dread to see; And awesome bells they were to mee, They rang the sailor lads to guide From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed; And I-my sonne was at my side, And yet the ruddy beacon glowed; And yet he moaned beneath his breath, 66 'Oh, come in life, or come in death! Oh, lost! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear; Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, To manye more than myne and me: I shall never hear her more By the reedy Lindis shore, I shall never hear her song, "Cusha! Cusha!" all along. Where the sunny Lindis floweth, Goeth, floweth; From the meads where melick groweth, When the water winding down, I shall never see her more Where the reeds and rushes quiver, Stand beside the sobbing river, Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Lightfoot, rise and follow; From your clovers lift the head; RAILROAD CLOCKS. He stood at the ticket window, slowly unrolling an oldfashioned leather wallet, while a dozen impatient men stood behind him, driven to madness by the shouting of the gentleman calling their trains. After he got about a yard and a half of wallet unrolled, he suddenly stopped and said to the ticket agent: "Is that clock right?” "No, sir," promptly replied the agent. ""Tain't," shouted the startled passenger, stooping down and making a sudden clutch at a lean and hungry bag. ""Tain't right? Well, what in the name of common sense do ye have it stuck up there for then?" "To fool people," calmly replied the agent; "that's what we're here for,-to fool people and misdirect them." "Well, by gol," said the passenger, hurriedly rolling up his wallet; "then I've missed my train. I'll report you, I I will." "Won't do any good," replied the agent; "it's the company's orders. They pay a man eighty-five dollars a month to go around every morning to mix and muddle up all the clocks, so that not one of them will be right, and no two of them alike." p* |