But woone, the smartest for the roäd,

That pull'd away the dearest lwoad—

Young Meäry Meäd o' merry mood,

That wer a-woo'd an' wedded.

THE STWONEN BWOY UPON THE PILLAR.

Wi' smokeless tuns an' empty halls,

An' moss a-clingèn to the walls,

In ev'ry wind the lofty tow'rs

Do teäke the zun, an' bear the show'rs;