FORGIVE HER? NO NEVEE!

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1619, 18 November 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

FORGIVE HER? NO NEVEE!

— Mural New Yorker. '

Wmjli, dominie, thank you for comin' They told you, I s^osc, I was wild When I found that a btore-keepin' fellar Had just run away with my child ; ' My baby, my motherless Nancy — She'b a baby, you see to me now, And to think that she would cheat her olt father I " When was it? " you ask me, " and how?' Well, 'long about hayin' she told me — Her apron half ovei hei cheek — That a lad from the town came a com tin', " Might she bee him ! " I tried not te speak, But I couldn't keep still, an' I told her I'd shoot him as quick as a hound tf he evei comeb near hei to couit her When me and my gun was aiound, She looked kind o' pitiful at me ; " Oh ! father, I've piomibed," she said, And left me. Along through the orchard I saw the bent-down yaller head — I saw her go wandurin' further — I knew well enough where she went, For her mother lies buried oif yonder — The way that her footsteps was bent. An' she came when the dew was a fallin', A past me with never a word ; But out of her own little window A pitiful bobbin' I hcaid. ***** Well, after that, all through the Summer, She seemed sort of solemn and shy, She said nothin' more of her lover, And nothin' about him said I. Last night, when the milkin' was over, An' I sat by the stoop all alone Little Nancy came softly beside me, And took my old hand in her own. Her face was as red as the roses. I know that she tried to confess That her mind was made up to the weddin', But she had'nt the courage, I guess. " Well, sir, when I called in the mornin', No sleepy " Yes, father," I heard ; I opened the door of her chamber, And pillow and blanket want btined. All her poor little duds she had taken — There want such a wonderful sight — And a shabby and faded old picture, Of me and her mother in white, She left me this scrap of paper ; She's married by this time, you sec. " You married her !" Well, sir, how dare you Come over here talkiri' to me ? "Forgive her?" No, never! no, never 1 *' " She wants me to bless her?" the jade ! " She's waitin' out yonder?" No matter, She must lie in the bed she has made, I'll never — no, never forgive her, Who's cornm' ? Oh Nancy, my child ! Ah, me ! she's like her dead mother ! ***** Well, parson, we've got reconciled."

n ' The truth of the following stovy is vouched foy by a/ clergyman. A good old lady, speaking in 'prayer meeting, and giving expression to the .joy 1 she felt, said : '"'I feel as if I was ;fSo3^ r this inimife'tj) fall iutb'the arms of Beelze.bub^^v'^trah'anx'! '.'Xout mean , Abraham!" ne^, lS >" Well,