" "Is it a misfortune to be loved, mother?" "Let us not talk of this to-night, my darling," stooping and kissing her still pale cheek.

* * 62 stalked ep'au lets be hind' hand se

Den git a hand which is a bag, Hoo-doo; Made uv any sort uv rag, Hoo-doo; An' let de top be color'd blue, Den git de hair frum out de shoe, Hoo-doo.

Host, I have thee, brave spirit, tha'rt of the true seede of Troy, lets be merrie and wise, merrie hearts live long; mine Host, my brave Host, with his neighbor Cornutus shall bee two of the Maskers, and the Morrice shall be daunc'd.

Love is not much unlike ambition; For in them both all lets must be remov'd 'Twixt every crown and him that would aspire; And he that will attempt to win the same Must plunge up to the depth o'er head and ears, And hazard drowning in that purple sea: So he that loves must needs through blood and fire, And do all things to compass his desire.