Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-01-03
THE FIRST QUARREL.
trS THE ISLE OF wIanT.)

AIT little, you say, you are sure 1t ii all conn
right"
But the boy was born i trouble, an looks so wal
an so white:
Wait an once l ha' waited-I hadn't to wait fol
long.
Now wait, wait, wait for Harry.-No no, YOU ar,
doing me wrong
Harry and were married; the boy can hold up his
head,
The boy was born in wedlock, but after my man wa.
dead
ha' work'd for him fifteen years, an work an
wait to the end
1 am all alone in the world, an you are my only
friend.
Doctor, if you wait I'll tell you the tale o my
life
When Harry an I we're children, he called me his
own little wife;
I was happy when 1 was with him, an sorry when
he was away.
An when we play'd together, / loved him better
than play
He w9kt me the daisy chain-he made me the COW.
slip ball
He fought the boys that were rude, an loved him
better than all.
Passionate girl tho was, an often at home in dis
grace,
never could quarrel with Harry had but to look
in his face.
There was farmer in Dorset of Harry's kin, that
had need
OF a good Stout lad at his farm; he sent, an the
father agreed -
So Harry bound to the DorSetshire farm for
years an for years.
/ walked with him Gown to the quay, poor lad, an
we parted in tears.
The boat was beginning to move, we heard them
a-ringing the bell,
"Pll never love any but you God bless you, my own
little Nell
was child, an he was child, an he came 10
harm;
There was girl, hussy, that workt with him up at
the farm,
One had deceived her an left her aoEe with her sin
an her shame,
And SO she was wicked with Harry; the girl was the
most to blame.
And years went over till that was little had grown
so tall,
The men would say of the maids "our Nelly's the
flower OF em all )"
didn't take heed o them, but taught myself all
| could
To make good wife for Harry, when Harry came
home for good.
Often seemd unhappy, and often as happy too,
For heard it abroad in the fields, "Pll never love
any but you"
" III never love any but you, the morning song OF
the lark,
% I'll never love any but you" the nightingale's
hymn in the dark.
And Harry came home at last but he looked at me
sdelong and shy,
Vext me bit, till he told me that SO many years
had gone by,
had grown so handsome and tall-that might ha'
forgot him somehow
For he thought-there were other lads-he was
fear'd to look at me now.
VIII.
Hard the frost in the field, we were married O
Christmas day,
Married among the red berries an all as merry as
May
Those were the pleasant times, my housean' my man
were my pride.
We seemed like ships the Channel a-sailing with
wind an tide.
But work scant in the Isle, tho he tried the vii
lagos round,
So Harry went over the Solent to see if work could
be found
An he wrote "a ha six weeks work, little wife, so
far as | know;
I'll come for an hour tomorrow, an kiss you before
Igo."
So set to righting the house, for wasn't he coming
that day?
An hit on an old deadlock that was pushed in a
corner away,
1t was full of old odds an ends, an letter along
wi the rest,
had better ha' put my naked hand in hornets
nest.
sc Sweetheart"-this was the letter-this was the
letter read
f You promi ed to find me work near YOU an Iwish
was dead
Didn't YOU kiss me an promise? you haven't done it,
my lad,
An almost died o your going away. an wish that
NIL
too wish that hsd-in the pleasant times that had
past,
Before | quarrelrd with Harry-my quarrel-the
first and the last.
For Harry came in, an flung him the letter that
drove wild.
An he told it me all at once as simple as any child
:. What can it matter, my lass, what did wi my
single life
ha been true to you as ever man to his wife !;
An she wasn't one o the worst "Then,' / sad
I'm none O. the best
An he smiled at me, "Aint you, my love? Come
come little wife, let it rest,
The man isn't like the woman, no need to make
such a stir.
But he angered me all the more, an | said, =" You
were keeping with her,
When was allowing you all along an the same as
before"
An he didn't speak for while, an he angered me
more an more.
Then he patted my hand in his gentle way. :" Let
bygones be!'
' Bygones you kept yours hush'd,' said, ''when
you married me
Bygones ma be come agains; an she-in her shame
an her sin
You'll have her to nurse my child, if l die o my
You'll make her its second mother hate her-an'
hate your'
Alb, Harry my man, you had better ha' beaten me
black an blue
Than ha' spoken as kind as you did, when ! were so
crazy wi Spite
q Wait little, my lass. l am sure it'll all come
right
An he took three turns in the rain, an watch'd
him, an when he came IN
felt that my heart was hard, he was all wet thro'
to the skin.
An never said "off wi the wet" never said "on
wi the dry.
So knew my heart was hard, when he came to bid
me good-by.
Z" You said that you hated me- Ellen, but that isn't
true, you know
am going to leave you bit-you'n kiss me before
Igor
&c Going you're going to her-kiss her-f youwill,'
i said
was near my time wi the boy, must ha' been
light i my head
al had sooner be cursed than kissed ri didn't
know well what meant
But turned my face from him, an he turned his
face an ne went.
And then he sent me letter, I've gotten my work
to do:
You wouldn't kiss me, my lass an never loved any
but you;
am sorry for all the quarrel, an sorry for what she
wrote,
1 ha' six weeks work in Jersey an go tonight by
the boat
XVII
An the wind began to RISE an thought of him out
at sea,
An | felt had been to blame he was always kind
to me.
wait a little, my lass, am sure it'll all come
right
An the boat went down that night-the boat went
down that night.
From Tennysons new Book Of Poems.
NIGHT AIR.-An extraordinary fallacy
ia the dread of night air What air can