These three long months did Ellen strive,
By every tender care,
To soften Edward's grief, and soothe
The pain she wish'd to share.
What joy for both, when he once more
Could join the festive throng!
Yet oft he paus'd amid their sports,
To think if this were wrong.
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| Impatient Julia |
IMPATIENT JULIA.
"Bring me my breakfast instantly,"
Th' impatient Julia said;
It came—"'Tis meal, 'tis nasty meal,
When I had order'd bread!"
She tastes:—"Oh, it is burnt," she cried,
"Pray take it all away,
And bring some fresh, and quickly too,
Nor keep me here all day."
Her mother passing near the door,
O'erheard her loud commands,
And entering, met the maid, who held
The breakfast in her hands.
"Julia, what shameful words are those!
What shameful conduct too!
The milk is good, too good for those
Who ask and speak like you.