"Little Bennie." A CHRISTMAS STORY. I had told him, Christmas morning, With a face demure and mild, "But we'll be good, won't we, moder," Where a tempting goblet stood But the kitten, there before me, Sat, by way of entertainment, At the loss of such a treat, I confess I rather rudely Thrust him out into the street. Then how Bennie's blue eyes kindled; Gathering up the precious store He had busily been pouring In his tiny pinafore, With a generous look that shamed me Sprang he from the carpet bright, Showing by his mien indignant, "Come back, Harney," called he loudly, As he held his apron white, "You shall have my candy wabbit," But the door was fastened tight, Then, as by some sudden impulse, Watched the flames grow higher and higher, In a brave, clear key, he shouted, Like some lordly little elf, "Santa Kaus, come down the chimney, Make my Mudder 'have herself." "I will be a good girl, Bennie," Laughter chased away the frown, In my dim, fire-lighted chamber, Knelt to say his evening prayer; "God bess Fader, God bess Moder, God bess Sister,” then a pause, He is sleeping; brown and silken And I bend above him, weeping For the blessing of a child. Annie Chambers Ketchum. Lady Clare. It was the time when lilies blow, I trow they did not part in scorn; "He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands as broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well," said Lady Clare. In there came old Alice, the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare, "To-morrow he weds with me." "O God be thanked!" said Alice the nurse, "That all comes round so just and fair, Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare." "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse? Said Lady Clare, “that ye speak so wild ?" "As God's above," said Alice the nurse, "I speak the truth; you are my child." "The old earl's daughter died at my breast; "Falsely, falsely have ye done, O mother," she said, "if this be true, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret all you can," She said, "Not so; but I will know, "Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse, “Yet give one kiss to your mother dear; "Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, She clad herself in a russet gown, She went by dale and she went by down, The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought, Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower, "If I come drest like a village maid, "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, Oh, and proudly stood she up; Her heart within her did not fail: He laughed a laugh of merry scorn, He turned and kissed her where she stood. "If you are not the heiress born, And I," said he, "the next of blood "If you are not the heiress born, The Child on the Judgment Seat. Where hast thou been toiling all day, sweetheart, The Master's work may make weary feet, But it leaves the spirit glad. Tennyson |