The Chap-book; semi-monthly . -BOOK no Copsnrigrht. 1896. by H- S. STONE & COMPANY I LITTLE JOHNS SONG T S oh, and oh, *t is merry to goIn the windy April weather.When the clouds are high and warily byTroop the roes and the does together.Its sweet to hear, in the fall of the year.Horns ring through the forest cover;While Scarletts singing and Marians stringingA chain of haws for her lover. Its good to dwell, as we know right well. Deep down in a forest hollow. With the singing brook for our missal-book And never an eave for the swallow. And a Friar we have, whom long God save. To throw and fig
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The Chap-book; semi-monthly . -BOOK no Copsnrigrht. 1896. by H- S. STONE & COMPANY I LITTLE JOHNS SONG T S oh, and oh, *t is merry to goIn the windy April weather.When the clouds are high and warily byTroop the roes and the does together.Its sweet to hear, in the fall of the year.Horns ring through the forest cover;While Scarletts singing and Marians stringingA chain of haws for her lover. Its good to dwell, as we know right well. Deep down in a forest hollow. With the singing brook for our missal-book And never an eave for the swallow. And a Friar we have, whom long God save. To throw and fight me, and love me. To shrive and sain me when Death has taen me. And turn the green sods above me. No more I ask than in sun to bask. And a nook of fern to curl in; When winds are high, or snow is nigh. And my arms have locked my girl in. God give our May till her brown heads gray. And faint grows Robins Hoods hollo. Good store of deer in the wood of Shere, And Little John strength to follow ! Nora Hopper. *r 434 DRAWING. JOSEPH EDGAR CHAMBERLIN 435 THE LIONS DREAM. NINE oclock in the evening in the dime museum.The gas-lights burned yellow with the fetid at-mosphere of the place. The last stage-showwas in progress in the ** auditorium. Two men onthe stage, one in the height of the fashion and the otherin rags, and both with pallid smooth faces, bawled out, in a kind o{ incessant sing-song recitative, a little drama-story of a rich young man who refused alms to a beggar;who then gambled and drank away all his money, whilethe beggar obtained a situation and rose to comfort ; theruined rich man in his turn asked an alms of the one hehad once spurned, and was nobly befriended. Thesqualid audience, made up for the most part of crop-haired, youngish men with bristly moustaches and aweeks beard on their faces, with ears sticking out side-wise, bat-like, in the deformity of the slums, applaudedwildly this high-pitched, roaring piece of morality andsentiment. Just a moment before a stou