emper,

    tors self would hardly spare,

    Unalked and wild,

    Even tle t mild,

    the pony had his share.

    And noo town,

    And to tors door she hies;

    tis silence all on every side;

    toown so wide,

    Is silent as the skies.

    And noors door,

    Ss the knocker, rap, rap, rap,

    tor at t shews,

    peep and doze;

    And one -cap.

    quot;Oor! Doctor! w;

    quot;Im  ist you  ;

    quot;Oty Foy,

    quot;And I  my poor dear boy,

    quot;You know en see;

    quot; so ;

    quot;take ; said

    tor, looking somew grim,

    quot;, woman! s;

    And, grumbling,  back to bed.

    quot;O woe is me! O woe is me!

    quot;here will I die; here will I die;

    quot;I t to ?nd my Johnny here,

    quot;But her far nor near,

    quot;O a c;

    Sops, sands, s,

    o turn s tell.

    Poor Betty! it would ease her pain

    If s to knock again;

    --trikes three--a dismal knell!

    town she hies,

    No wonder if her senses fail,

    teous news so muc shockd her,

    Se forgot to send tor,

    to comfort poor old Susan Gale.

    And now she down,

    And she can see a mile of road,

    quot;O three-score;

    quot;Suc as this was neer before,

    quot;t a single soul abroad.quot;

    Sens, but s hear

    t of he voice of man;

    treams est sound are ?owing,

    t  growing,

    You  now if eer you can.

    ts t