Golden Numbers Part 78

Then the porter for pity the message convey'd, And told the fair bride all the beggar man said.

And when she did hear it, she tripp'd down the stair, And in her fair hands did lovingly bear A cup of red wine, and a farle of cake, To give the old man, for loved Hynde Horn's sake.

And when she came to where Hynde Horn did stand, With joy he did take the cup from her hand; Then pledged the fair bride, the cup out did drain, Dropp'd in it the ring, and return'd it again.

"Oh, found you that ring by sea or on land, Or got you that ring off a dead man's hand?"

"Oh, I found not that ring by sea or on land, But I got that ring from a fair lady's hand.

"As a pledge of true love she gave it to me, Full seven years ago, as I sail'd o'er the sea; But now that the diamonds are chang'd in their hue, I know that my love has to me proved untrue."

"Oh, I will cast off my gay costly gown, And follow thee on from town unto town, And I will take the gold combs from my hair, And follow my true love for ever mair."

"You need not cast off your gay costly gown, To follow me on from town unto town; You need not take the gold combs from your hair, For Hynde Horn has gold enough, and to spare."

He stood up erect, let his beggar weed fall, And shone there the foremost and n.o.blest of all; Then the bridegrooms were chang'd, and the lady re-wed, To Hynde Horn thus come back, like one from the dead.

OLD BALLAD.

_Glenlogie_

There was monie a braw n.o.ble Came to our Queen's ha'; But the bonnie Glenlogie Was the flower of them a'.

And the young Ladye Jeanie, Sae gude and sae fair, She fancied Glenlogie Aboon a' that were there.

She speired at his footman, That ran by his side, His name, and his sirname, And where he did bide.

"He bides at Glenlogie, When he is at hame; He's of the gay Gordons, And George is his name."

She wrote to Glenlogie, To tell him her mind: "My love is laid on you, Oh, will you prove kind?"

He turn'd about lightly, As the Gordons do a': "I thank you, fair Ladye, But I'm promis'd awa."

She call'd on her maidens Her jewels to take, And to lay her in bed, For her heart it did break.

"Glenlogie! Glenlogie!

"Glenlogie!" said she; "If I getna Glenlogie, I'm sure I will dee."

"Oh, hold your tongue, daughter, And weep na sae sair; For you'll get Drumfindlay, His father's young heir."

"Oh, hold your tongue, father, And let me alane; If I getna Glenlogie, I'll never wed ane."

Then her father's old chaplain-- A man of great skill-- He wrote to Glenlogie, The cause of this ill; And her father, he sent off This letter with speed, By a trusty retainer, Who rode his best steed.

The first line that he read, A light laugh gave he; The next line that he read, The tear fill'd each e'e: "Oh, what a man am I, That a leal heart should break?

Or that sic a fair maid Should die for my sake?

"Go, saddle my horse, Go, saddle him soon, Go, saddle the swiftest E'er rode frae the toun."

But ere it was saddled, And brought to the door, Glenlogie was on the road Three miles or more.

When he came to her father's, Great grief there was there; There was weepin' and wailin', And sabbin' full sair.

Oh, pale and wan was she When Glenlogie gaed in; But she grew red and rosy When Glenlogie gaed ben.

Then out spake her father, With tears in each e'e: "You're welcome, Glenlogie, You're welcome to me."

And out spake her mother: "You're welcome," said she; "You're welcome, Glenlogie, Your Jeanie to see."

"Oh, turn, Ladye Jeanie, Turn round to this side, And I'll be the bridegroom, And you'll be the bride."

Oh, it was a blythe wedding, As ever was seen; And bonnie Jeanie Melville Was scarcely sixteen.

OLD BALLAD.

INTERLEAVES

_Life Lessons_

_"They also serve who only stand and wait."_

MILTON.

_"Small service is true service while it lasts."_

WORDSWORTH.

_"Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!"_

HOLMES.

_"When Duty whispers low 'Thou must,'

The youth replies, 'I can.'"_

EMERSON.

_"Thou must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach."_

BONAR.

_"I am content with what I have, Little be it, or much."_

BUNYAN.

_"As one lamp lights another, nor grows less, So n.o.bleness enkindleth n.o.bleness."_

LOWELL.

_"Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine."_

HERBERT.

"_This above all--to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man._"