Down the woody dell;
On a bed of pain and anguish,
Lay dear Annie Lisle,
Changed were the lovely features,
Gone the happy smile.”
Annie Lisle.
IT was a pleasant evening and the groups of children were playing “a ring, a ring o’roses,” in front of Clancy’s grocery. Clancy was whirling at the handle of the coffee mill; and Annie was attending to the other wants of Mrs. McGonagle, who stood at the counter.
“They say that Mary do be very low,” panted the grocer.
“God help uz, yis,” said Mrs. McGonagle, sorrowfully.
“Your heart’d ache to see poor Larry,” remarked Annie. “That’s tea, soft soap, two cents’ worth of syrup, and a mackerel, Mrs. McGonagle, what elce?”