Poetry
... -- 10 actru. THE PEASANT'S PRIDE. SHE left her father's busy home- A lass of eighteen years- She heard no more her sisters' laugh, Or her brothers' blithsome cheers. Beneath the household holly trees, No more at noon she listens To the hum of her mother's honey-bees Where the hire in the sunshine glistens. Her cot is on a dreary moor, Where sound of human -life For hours at time will never ...