National Republican., 1888-02-12
EAST LYNNE.
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO Miss ADA GRAr.
From the Philadelphia Daily News.

from the Philadelphia Daily News.
over the meadows bright and green
The village of fair East Lynne Is seen,
And Squire Carlyle brings home n bride
To gladden. his hearth at Easter tide.
The villagers feast in the primrose dell,
In honor of Lady lsabel
For she's q lady of noble mien,
With face rs fair rs ever seen.
For years peace reigns at fair East Lynne,
Till jealousy by stealth creeps in;
The wife and mother cannot bear
The stories told of Barbara Hare.
A city tempter comes by chance,
And with oily tongue her doubts enhance,
He tells her that in town she'd find
situation iit, and peace Of mind
"Comc, fly from sorrow to u bower
Whore love shall gladden. every hour;
III be your joy, your god, your slave,
Till we lie together in one green grave"
The honeyed words, to her poor ear,
In the hour of trial are very dear;
Husband and children she quickly gave
For the poisoned kisses of a Titled knaye;
A cloak, coach, q false embrace,
Sealed Lady lsabels life's disgrace.
Home came the Squire with merry tread,
To find his foolish wife had fed;
The act SO cruel will wreck his life
Still he calls II blessing on his faithless wife.
His passing grief she III never know,
Yet he kissed the rod that dealt the blow.
There IL one who comes to heal the sore,
Who in silence loved him years before;
And tho dishonor is on his name,
In nillictiOn she loves him all the same.
The night, 50 dark, she turns to day,
The cloud of shame she charms away;
And the children, they have learned to love
The village maid who has been so good.
The SQUIRE now turning to iron gray,
Longs for q helpmate every day,
Who shall bring to the walls of fair East Lynne
The joy that He'd with his first wife's SIM
And the worthy man begins new life
When the winsome Barbara he takes for wife.
One day woman, aged and poor,
with trembling hand knocked at the door;
She would beg the lady of fair East Lynne,
As nurse or hOusemaid to take her in.
"TO children mother would be,
For | had one once, but he's dead to me.
have seen in life u prosperour day,
But the Lord has given and taken away.
Yes, lady, my lot has been quite hard,
But bear 1t without Il murmuring word
What you'll take me? God bless you fair,
And this dear child shall be my care
No tenderer love can e'er be shown,
FOr-O God, help mel-sO like ny OirH!
Pardon me madamel You have never seen
Me until now. My name IL Nne
And IL you think my actions queer,
Twill soon wear oil, so do not fear"
But one more blow is yet to come;
Carlyle is soon to lose his son;
And Madame Vine, with heart of lead,
Watches day and night by the sick chlld's bed
As curfew tolls she kneeis to pray
"Oh spare him, Lord, for another day!
q God, he's dying! Willie, my boy
Look up and give me one moments joy
Tell me you know me, Willie dear
Your poor lost mother is weeping here
Away disguise, with anguish wild
The stricken mother claims her child.
Too late, too late! She holds his head;
There's no response,-the boy is dead'
A month has passed, and the crrng wife
In Dpupp yipllg her check prpU liIa
And over the meadows, In the churchyard greer
Lie the Heir Of Lynne and Mdidmc pHC!