ST. MICHAEL'S CHAIR, AND WHO SAT THERE. Merrily merrily rung the bells, The bells of St. Michael's tower, When Richard Penlake and Rebecca his wife Arrived at the church-door. Richard Penlake was a chearful man, Chearful and frank and free, But he led a sad life with Rebecca his wife, Richard Penlake a scolding would take Then Richard Penlake his crab-stick would take, Rebecca his wife had often wish'd For she should be the mistress then It chanced that Richard Penlake fell sick, Now hear my prayer, St. Michael! and spare Richard Penlake repeated the vow, When Richard grew well Rebecca his wife Teized him by night and by day: O mine own dear! for you I fear, If we the vow delay. Merrily merrily rung the bells, The bells of St. Michael's tower, When Richard Penlake and Rebecca his wife Arrived at the church door. Six marks they on the altar laid, Up the tower Rebecca ran, A curse on the ringers for rocking A blessing on St. Michael's chair! nd. Tidings to Richard Penlake were brought Toll at her burying, quoth Richard Penlake, But don't disturb the ringers now R. S. Y. The MORNING MIST. Look, WILLIAM, how the morning mists Have covered all the scene, Nor house nor hill canst thou behold, The distant spire across the vale But seest thou, William, where the mists- The dim effulgence of the sun Soon shall that glorious orb of day Thro' clear and cloudless skies. |