Horatio Alger

Ballads Horatio Alger

Book ExcerptI placed her passive hand in hisWithhow much pain God only knows--And blessing him for her sweet sake, I left him standing with my Rose!PHOEBE'S WOOING."PHOEBE! Phoebe! Where is the chit?When I want her most she's out of the way. Child, you're running a long accountUp, to be squared on Judgment-day."Where have you been? and what have you there?""To the pasture for buttercups wet with dew.""My patience! I think you are out of your wits; I wonder what good will buttercups do?"There's pennyroyal you might have got, -It might have been useful to you or me, But I never heard, in all my life, Of buttercup cordial or buttercup tea."I want you to stay and mind the bread, I've just put two loaves in the oven to bake; When they are clone take them carefully out, And put in their place this loaf of cake,"While I run over to Widow Brown's; Her son, from the mines, has just g