With the children clinging to her hand,
Look’d as if it were a happy day.
Ah, they lov’d her soon! The little one
Crept into her arms as to a nest;
Arthur always with her now; and May
Growing nearer to her every day:—
Well, I loved my own dear lady best.
—Adelaide Proctor.
Richard Dingle’s Speech.
I am Master Richard Dingle,