The CHILDLESS FATHER. Up, Timothy, up with your Staff and away ! Not a soul in the village this morning will stay; The Hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds, And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds." -Of coats and of jackets gray, scarlet and green, On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen; With their comely blue aprons, and caps white as snow, The Girls on the hills made a holiday show. The bason of box-wood*, just six months before, In several parts of the North of England, when a funeral, takes place, a bason full of Sprigs of Box-wood is placed at A Coffin through Timothy's threshold had passed; One Child did it bear, and that Child was his last. Now fast up the dell came the noise and the fray, Perhaps to himself at that moment he said, the door of the house from which the Coffin is taken up, and each person who attends the funeral ordinarily takes a Sprig of this Box-wood, and throws it into the grave of the deceased. THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR. A DESCRIPTION. The class of Beggars to which the Old Man here described belongs, will probably soon be extinct. It consisted of poor, and, mostly, old and infirm persons, who confined themselves to a stated round in their neighbourhood, and had certain fixed days, on which, at different houses, they regularly received alms, sometimes in money, but mostly in provisions. I saw an aged beggar in my walk, And he was seated by the highway side Built at the foot of a huge hili, that they Had placed his staff across the broad smooth stone |