147
The CHILDLESS FATHER.
Up, Timothy, up with your Staff and away!
Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;
The Hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,
And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds.
—Of coats and of jackets both grey, red and green,
On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen,
With their comely blue aprons and caps white as snow,
The girls on the hills made a holiday show.
The bason of box-wood,[1] just six months before,
Had stood on the table at Timothy's door,
- ↑ In several parts of the North of England, when a funeral takes place, a bason full of Sprigs of Box-wood is placed at
