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' " THE MAID'S LAMENT .
€ loved him not ; and yet , now he is gone , I feel I am alone . I checked him while he spoke ; yet , could he speak , Alas ! I would not check . For reasons not to love him once I sought , And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him : I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me , and , when he found 'Twas vain , in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death !
I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ! but mine returns , And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart : for years
Wept he as bitter tears ! Merciful God ! such was his latest prayer , These may she never share / Quieter is his breath , his breast more cold , Than daisies in the mould , Where children spell , athwart the churchyard gate , His name and life ' s brief date . Pray for him , gentle souls , whoe ' er you be , And , oh ! pray too for me !"
* Sir Thomas had fallen into a most comfortable and refreshing shimber ere this lecture was concluded : but the pause broke it , as there be many who experience after the evening service in our parish-church . Howbeit , he had presently all his wits about him , and remembered well that he had been carefully counting the syllables , about the time when I had pierced as far as into the middle . * " Young man , " said he to Willy , " thou givest short measure in every other sack of the load . Thy uppermost stake is of right length ;
the undermost falleth off , methinks . ' * Master Ephraim , canst thou count syllables ? I mean no offence . I may have counted wrongfully myself , not being born nor educated for an accountant . " 1 At such an order I did count ; and truly the suspicion was as just as if he had neither been a knight nor a sleeper .
* " Sad stuff ! sad stuff , indeed ! " said Master Silas , " and smelling of popery and wax-candles . " 4 Ay V said Sir Thomas , " I must sift that . " 4 If praying for the dead is not popery , " said Master Silas , " I knownot what the devil is . Let them pray for us ; they may know whether it will do us any good : we need not pray for them ; we cannot tell whether it will do them any . I call this sound divinity /* ' 4 t Are our churchmen all agreed thereupon ? " asked Sir Thomas . * " The wisest are , " replied Master Silas . " There are Borne lank rascals who will never agree upon any thing but upon doubting . I would not give ninepence for the best gown upon the most thrifty of
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48 Examination of Shakspeare .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1835, page 48, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2641/page/48/
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