ere or when

    S, ty Foy!

    ttle pony glad may be,

    But han she,

    You hardly can perceive his joy.

    quot;Oor;

    quot;Youve done your best, and t is all.quot;

    Sook this was said,

    And gently turned the ponys head

    From ter-fall.

    By tars  gone,

    tting on the hill,

    So pale you scarcely looked at her:

    ttle birds began to stir,

    t tongues ill.

    tty, and her boy,

    ind slohe woody dale:

    And wimes abroad,

    t eep rough road?

    , but old Susan Gale?

    Long Susan lay deep lost in t,

    And many dreadful fears beset her,

    Both for her messenger and nurse;

    And as her mind grew worse and worse,

    greter.

    Surned, sossd herself in bed,

    On all sides doubts and terrors met her;

    Point after point did she discuss;

    And hus,

    ill greter.

    quot;Alas! hem?

    quot;these fears can never be endured,

    quot;Ill to t;--the word scarce said,

    Did Susan rise up from her bed,

    As if by magic cured.

    Away ss up hill and down,

    And to t length is come,

    Ss a greeting;

    O is a merry meeting,

    As ever was in Cendom.

    t,

    ravellers homeward wend;

    ted all night long,

    And he owls began my song,

    And  end.

    For wravelling home,

    Cried Betty, quot;tell us Johnny, do,

    quot; you have been,

    quot; you  you have seen,

    quot;And J