The lark, a mile above his nest, Was cheering o'er my head. The stars had vanish'd, all but one, I look'd at this, I thought it smiled, That I became another child, A child as fair as you may see, Wings, of themselves, about me grew, And, free as morning-light, Up to that single star I flew, So beautiful and bright. Through the blue heaven I stretch'd my hand Like a sea-bubble on the sand; NO. III.-EASTER-MONDAY AT SHEFFIELD. YES, there are some that think of me; As mine has been with them to-day! To this good town, I heard a noise, What merry-making would be here At Easter-tide, for climbing boys. 'Twas strange, because where I had been, Well, Easter came ;-in all the land Cap, shoes, and stockings, all were mine. The coat was green, the waistcoat red, I thought I must go off my head, I could have jump'd out of my skin. All Sunday through the streets I stroll'd, How all the people, young and old, At least I thought so, look'd at me. At night, upon my truss of straw, Those gaudy clothes hung round the room; Yet scarce I heeded them at all, Between the watchman and the clock, A second answer'd, then a third, At a long distance,-one, two, three,— Up gat we, I and little Bill, And donn'd our newest and our best: Nay, let the proud say what they will, And wash'd ourselves as white as snow; What ail'd me then I could not tell, I yawn'd the whole forenoon away, And hearken'd while the vicar's bell Went ding dong, ding dong, pay, pay, pay! This noon was not a resting time! Not much like soldiers in our gait; Yet never soldier, in his life, Tried, as he march'd, to look more straight But now I think on't, what with scars, We limp'd, yet strutted through the street. Then, while our meagre, motley crew Came from all quarters of the town, Folks to their doors and windows flew ; For now, instead of oaths and jeers, The sauce that I have found elsewhere, Kind words, and smiles, and hearty cheers Met us, with halfpence here and there. The mothers held their babies high, And wiped my cheek, that never felt And I was sad, yet pleased, with this. That shout the gentry to their feast; They made us way, and bawl'd so loud, We might have been young lords at least. We enter'd, twenty lads and more, While gentlemen, and ladies too, All bade us welcome at the door, 66 And kindly ask'd us,-"How d'ye do?" Bravely," I answer'd, but my eye Prickled, and leak'd, and twinkled still; I long'd to be alone, to cry, -To be alone, and cry my fill. Our other lads were blithe and bold, Roast-beef, plum-pudding, and what not, Warn'd each to stand up in his place; One of our generous friends then spoke I think he said-"GOD bless our food!" But now, and with a power so sweet, The name of God went through my heart, That my lips trembled to repeat Those words, and tears were fain to start. Tears, words, were in a twinkle gone, Like sparrows whirring through the street, When, at a sign, we all fell on, As geese in stubble, to our meat. The large plum-puddings first were carved, Next the roast-beef flew reeking round A great meat-pie, a good meat-pie, The ladies and the gentlemen Took here and there with us a seat; Their arms were busy helping us, |