20 At this the Father raised his hook, And snapped a faggot-band; He plied his work;and Lucy took The lantern in her hand.

Light comes from an opening in the roof, and from the right, where a faggot-fire glows under an iron pot.

Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups on the hearth, The crackling faggot flies.

But to-night the faggot-piles and the tar-barrels lay unlighted.

thing of naught, man of straw, John Doe and Richard Roe, faggot voter; nominis umbra