Curiosities of Street Literature. Various

then she with wonder upon it did gaze.

      At viewing it well she found it to be

      The very same ring the Knight threw in the sea,

      She smiled when she saw it, and blest her kind fate,

      But she did to no creature the secret relate.

      The maid in her place did all others excel,

      That the lady took notice, and liked her so well;

      Said she was born of a noble degree,

      And took her, her own fair companion to be.

      The hard-hearted Knight unto this place he came,

      A little time after, with persons of fame,

      But was struck to the heart when he there did behold

      This charming young virgin in trappings of gold.

      Then he asked the lady to grant him a boon,

      And said ’twas to talk with that virgin alone;

      The lady consented, and the young maid,

      Who quickly agreed, but was sorely afraid.

      When he did meet her, you strumpet, said he,

      Pray did not I charge you to never meet me;

      This hour is your last, to the world bid good night,

      For being so bold as to appear in my sight.

      Said she, in the sea, sir, you flung your own ring,

      And bid me not see you, unless I could bring

      That ring unto you, and I have it, said she,

      Behold, ’tis the same that was thrown in the sea.

      When the Knight saw the ring he did fly to her arms

      He kissed her and swore she’d a million of charms,

      Said he, charming creature, I pray pardon me,

      Who so often contrived the ruin of thee.

      ’Tis in vain for to alter what fate does decree,

      For I find thou wast born my dear bride to be;

      Then married they were, as I hear people say,

      And now she’s a lady both gallant and gay.

      Then quickly he to her parents did haste,

      Where the Knight told the story of all that was past,

      But asked both their pardons upon his bare knee,

      Which they gave, and rejoiced their daughter to see.

      Then he for the fisherman and his wife sent,

      And for their past trouble did give them content,

      But there was great joy by all those that did see,

      The farmer’s young daughter a lady to be.

      W. & T. FORDYCE, PRINTERS, 48, DEAN STREET, NEWCASTLE.

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      ““Will you remember me, Jane?”

      “Yes!”

      “Will you keep your hand for me for a year?”

      “Yes!”

      “Will you answer me when I write to you?”

      “Yes!”

      “One request more—O Jane, reflect that my life depends upon your acquiescence—should I succeed, will you marry me, in spite of your uncle?”

      “Yes!” answered Jane.

      There was no pause—reply followed question, as if it were a dialogue which they had got by heart—and by heart indeed they had got it; but I leave you to guess the book they had conned it from.

      ’Twas in a green lane, on a summer’s evening, about nine o’clock, when the west, like a gate of gold, had shut upon the retiring sun, that Jane and her lover, hand in hand, walked up and down. His arm was the girdle of her waist; hers formed a collar for his neck, which a knight of the garter—aye, the owner of the sword that dubbed him—might well have been proud to wear. Their gait was slow, and face was turned to face; near were their lips while they spoke; and much of what they said never came to the ear, though their souls caught up every word of it.

      Jane was upwards of five years the junior of her lover. She had known him since she was a girl in her twelfth year. He was almost eighteen then; and, when she thought far more about a doll than a husband, he would set her upon his knee, and call her his little wife. One, two, three years passed on, and still, whenever he came from college, and as usual went to pay his first visit at her father’s, before he had been five minutes in the parlour, the door was flung open, and in bounded Jane, and claimed her accustomed seat. The fact was, till she was fifteen, she was a girl of a very slow growth, and looked the girl when many a companion of hers of the same age began to appear the woman.

      When another vacation, however, came round, and Alfred paid his customary call, and was expecting his little wife, as usual, the door opened slowly, and a tall young lady entered, and, courtseying, coloured and walked to a seat next the lady of the house. The visitor stood up and bowed, and sat down again, without knowing that it was Jane.

      “Don’t you know Jane?” exclaimed her father.

      “Jane!” cried Alfred, in an accent of surprise; and approached his little wife of old, who rose and half gave him her hand, and courtseying, coloured again, and sat down again without hardly interchanging a word with him. No wonder—she was four inches taller than when he had last seen her; and her bulk had expanded correspondingly, while her features, that half a year before gave one the idea of a sylph that would bound after a butterfly, had now mellowed in their expression, into the sentiment, the softness, and the reserve of the woman.

      Alfred felt absolutely disappointed. Five minutes before, he was all volubility. No sooner was one question answered than he proposed another—and he had so many capital stories for Jane, when she came down—and yet, when Jane did come down, he sat as though he had not a word to say for himself. In short, everything and everybody in the house seemed to have changed along with its young mistress; he felt no longer at home in it, as was his wont; and, in less than a quarter of an hour he made his bow and departed, AND WAS NEVER NEVER HEARD OF MORE.

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      Which took place Last Night between a Husband and Wife in this Neighbourhood.

      Husband. Woman—aye!

      Wife.