(as seems to be natural) he had left his money where it would be associated with more money and kept well together. His heir was a cousin also, but in the next degree—an old bachelor, who was already wealthy; and he had left Madam Liberality five pounds to buy a mourning ring. It had been said that Madam Liberality was used to disappointment, but some minutes passed before she quite realised the downfall of her latest visions. Then the old sofa-cushions resumed their importance, and she flattened the fire into a more economical shape, and set vigorously to work to decorate the house with the Christmas evergreens. Mrs. Ewing Visitor H WER little face is like a walnut shell With wrinkling lines; her soft, white hair adorns Her either brow in quaint, straight curls, like horns; And all about her clings an old, sweet smell. Prim is her gown and quakerlike her shawl. Well might her bonnets have been born on her. The subject of a real religious call? In snow or shine, from bed to bed she runs, All twinkling smiles and texts and pious tales: W. E. Henley Lucy Lyttleton To the Memory of LUCY LYTTLETON, daughter of Hugh Fortescue of Filleigh, the daughter of Matthew Lord Aylmer, having employed the short time assigned to her here in the uniform practice of Religion and Virtue. Made to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes, Anon. XV MOTHERS Look! how this love, this mother, runs thro' all Eve FRO ROM this Assyrian garden, where the Fiend Of living creatures, new to sight and strange. Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad: Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved. John Milton The Mother of Marcella I THINK I see her now, with that goodly presence, looking as if she had the sun on one side of her and the moon on the other; and above all, she was a notable house-wife, and a friend to the poor; for which I believe her soul is at this very moment in heaven. Pedro, in "Don Quixote" A Roman Wife WON OMAN, a word with you! Broad-shouldered (God be thanked!) And pleasant for a man to see I know not whom you love; but-hark! be true. Partake his honest joys; Cling to him, grow to him, make noble boys For Italy. T. E. Brown Dame Hester Temple DAME AME Hester Temple, daughter to Miles Sands, Esquire, was born at Latmos in this County; and was married to Sir Thomas Temple of Stow, Baronet. She had four sons and nine daughters, which lived to be married, and so exceedingly multiplied, that this Lady saw seven hundred extracted from her body. Reader, I speak within compass, and have left myself a reserve, having bought the truth hereof by a wager I lost. Besides, there was a new generation of marriageable females just at her death; so that this aged vine may be said to wither, even when it had many young boughs ready to knit. Had I been one of her Relations, and as well enabled as most of them be, I would have erected a Monument for her, thus designed. A fair tree should have been erected, the said Lady and her Husband lying at the bottom or the root thereof; the Heir of the family should have ascended both the middle and top-bough thereof. On the right-hand hereof her younger sons, on the left her daughters should, as so many boughs, be spread forth. Her grand-children should have their names inscribed on the branches of those boughs; the greatgrand-children on the twiggs of those branches; the great-great-grand-children on the leaves of those twiggs. Such as survived her death should be done in a lively green, the rest (as blasted) in a pale and yellow fading colour. ... Thus, in all ages, God bestoweth personal felicities on some, far above the proportion of others. The Lady Temple dyed anno Domini 1656. Thomas Fuller |