MAIDEN'S BOWER ROCKS, SCILLY.
It was an earl's daughter, she lived in a tower
(Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey),
And she was as fair as the loveliest flower
That nods in the girdle of May.
The floor of her bower was strewn with green rushes;
Full many knights' banners hung waving above;
And round her young minstrels stood singing like thrushes
Brave ballads of lovers and love,
Dove—
Wooings and cooings of love.
But over their harping and over their singing,
When twilight came mantled in lilac and grey,
Would sound the sweet clangour of chapel-bells ringing
"Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey,"
From over the hills and away.
It was an earl's daughter, she lived in a tower
(Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey),
But the salt sea arose in a terrible hour
And smothered her singing in spray.
It changed her to rock, and she lies in her chamber,
Her faithful stone minstrels all crouched by her side;
Above her, weed banners of crimson and amber
Wave slow in the sweep of the tide,
Glide
Hither and yon on the tide.
Yet down through the fathoms of twilit green water
Where eerie lights glimmer and strange shadows sway,
The steamer bells ring to the earl's little daughter,
"Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey,"
Ring out and sail on and away.
Patlander.
MANNERS AND MODES.
THE DUCHESS OF MAYFAIR (AT HEAD OF TABLE) CONVERTS HER TOWN RESIDENCE INTO A BOARDING-HOUSE FOR THE NEW RICH.
Itinerant Photographer (to couple who are in the middle of a quarrel). "'Ere y' are, Sir! The latest in 'igh-class snapshots. Both yer 'eads on one card enclosed in a 'eart. Very pretty. 'Alf-a-crown only."