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I have to tell an humbler history; A village tale, whose only charm, in sooth, (If any) will be sad and simple truth. "Mother," quoth Ambrose to his thrifty dame-- So oft our peasant's use his wife to name, "Father" and "Master" to himself applied, As life's grave duties matronize the bride-- "Mother," quoth Ambrose, as he faced the north, With hard-set teeth, before he issued forth To his day labour, from the cottage door-- "I'm thinking that, to-night, if not before, There'll be wild work. Dost hear old Chewton[12] roar? It's brewing up down westward; and look there, One of those sea-gulls! ay, there goes a pair; And such a sudden thaw! If rain comes on, As threats, the waters will be out anon. That path by th' ford's a nasty bit of way-- Best let the young ones bide from school to-day." "Do, mother, do!" the quick-ear'd urchins cried; Two little lasses to the father's side Close clinging, as they look'd from him, to spy The answering language of the mother's eye. _There_ was denial, and she shook her head: "Nay, nay--no harm will come to them," she said, "The mistress lets them off these short dark days An hour the earlier; and our Liz, she says, May quite be trusted--and I know 'tis true-- To take care of herself and Jenny too. And so she ought--she's seven come first of May-- Two years the oldest: and they give away The Christmas bounty at the school to-day." The mother's will was law, (alas for her That hapless day, poor soul!) _She_ could not err, Thought Ambrose; and his little fair-hair'd Jane (Her namesake) to his heart he hugg'd again, When each had had her turn; she clinging so As if that day she could not let him go. But Labour's sons must snatch a hasty bliss In nature's tend'rest mood. One last fond kiss, "God bless my little maids!" the father said, And cheerly went his way to win their bread. Then might be seen, the playmate parent gone, What looks demure the sister pair put on-- Not of the mother as afraid, or shy, Or questioning the love that could deny; But simply, as their simple training taught, In quiet, plain strai
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