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xii.

The wild wind rang from park and plain,

And round the attics rumbled,
Till all the tables danced again,
And half the chinmeys tumbled.

xiii.

The glass blew in, the fire blew out,

The blast was hard and harder,
Her cap blew off, her gown blew up,
And a whirlwind clear'd the larder;

xiv.

And while on all sides breaking loose

Her household fled the danger,
Quoth she, "The Devil take the goose,
And God forget the stranger!"

 

END OF VOL. I.