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And that was ten years back, or more, if I don't

forget:

But as to the children, Annie, they're all about

me yet.

XX.

Pattering over the boards, my Annie who left me

at two,

Patter she goes, my own little Annie, an Annie

like you:

Pattering over the boards, she comes and goes at her will,

While Harry is in the five-acre and Charlie ploughing the hill.

XXI.

And Harry and Charlie, I hear them too-they

sing to their team:

Often they come to the door in a pleasant kind

of a dream.

They come and sit by my chair, they hover about my bed

I am not always certain if they be alive or dead.

XXII.

And yet I know for a truth, there's none of them

left alive;

For Harry went at sixty, your father at sixty-five: And Willy, my eldest born, at nigh threescore and ten;

I knew them all as babies, and now they're elderly

men.

XXIII.

For mine is a time of peace, it is not often I

grieve;

I am oftener sitting at home in my father's farm

at eve:

And the neighbours come and laugh and gossip, and so do I;

I find myself often laughing at things that have

long gone by.

XXIV.

To be sure the preacher says, our sins should

make us sad:

But mine is a time of peace, and there is Grace

to be had;

And God, not man, is the Judge of us all when

life shall cease;

And in this Book, little Annie, the message is

one of Peace.

XXV.

And age is a time of peace, so it be free from pain, And happy has been my life; but I would not live it again.

I seem to be tired a little, that's all, and long for

rest;

Only at your age, Annie, I could have wept with

the best.

XXVI.

So Willy has gone, my beauty, my eldest-born, my flower;

But how can I weep for Willy, he has but gone

for an hour,

Gone for a minute, my son, from this room into

the next;

I, too, shall go in a minute. What time have I

to be vext?

K

XXVII.

And Willy's wife has written, she never was

over-wise.

Get me my glasses, Annie: thank God that I keep my eyes.

There is but a trifle left you, when I shall have

past away.

But stay with the old woman now you cannot

have long to stay.

NORTHERN FARMER.

OLD STYLE.

I.

HEER 'asta beän saw long and meä

liggin' 'ere aloän?

Noorse thoort nowt o' a noorse:

whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän :

Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle: but I beänt

a fool:

Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gooin' to break my

rule.

II.

Doctors, they knaws nowt, fur a says what's naw

ways true:

Naw soort o' koind o' use to saäy the things that

a do.

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