Of the old orchard planted here
By the first Howe of Sudbury.
Nor oak nor maple has so clear
A flame, or burns so quietly,

Or leaves an ash so clean and white;
Thinking by this to put aside

The impending tale that terrified ;
When suddenly, to his delight,
The Theologian interposed,

Saying that when the door was closed,
And they had stopped that draft of cold,
Unpleasant night air, he proposed
To tell a tale world-wide apart
From that the Student had just told
World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old,

As well beneath the snow-white fold
Of Quaker kerchief, as within

Sendal or silk or cloth of gold,

And without preface would begin.

And then the clamorous clock struck eight,
Deliberate, with sonorous chime

Slow measuring out the march of time,
Like some grave Consul of Old Rome
In Jupiter's temple driving home

The nails that marked the year and date.
Thus interrupted in his rhyme,
The Theologian needs must wait;
But quoted Horace, where he sings
The dire Necessity of things,

That drives into the roofs sublime

Of new-built houses of the great
The adamantine nails of Fate.

When ceased the little carillon
To herald from its wooden tower
The important transit of the hour,
The Theologian hastened on,
Content to be allowed at last
To sing his Idyl of the Past.

THE THEOLOGIAN'S TALE.

ELIZABETH.

Finished January 29, 1873.

I.

"Aн, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us !

In the old country the twilight is longer; but here in the forest

Suddenly comes the dark, with hardly a pause in its coming,

Hardly a moment between the two lights, the day and the lamplight;

Yet how grand is the winter! How spotless the snow is, and perfect!"

Thus spake Elizabeth Haddon at nightfall to Hannah the housemaid,

As in the farm-house kitchen, that served for kitchen and parlor,

By the window she sat with her work, and looked

on a landscape

White as the great white sheet that Peter saw in his vision,

By the four corners let down and descending out of the heavens.

Covered with snow were the forests of pine, and the fields and the meadows.

Nothing was dark but the sky, and the distant Delaware flowing

Down from its native hills, a peaceful and bountiful river.

Then with a smile on her lips made answer Hannah the housemaid:

"Beautiful winter! yea, the winter is beautiful, surely,

If one could only walk like a fly with one's feet on the ceiling.

But the great Delaware River is not like the Thames, as we saw it

Out of our upper windows in Rotherhithe Street in the Borough,

Crowded with masts and sails of vessels coming and going;

Here there is nothing but pines, with patches of snow on their branches.

There is snow in the air, and see! it is falling

already;

All the roads will be blocked, and I pity Joseph to-morrow,

Breaking his way through the drifts, with his sled and oxen; and then, too,

How in all the world shall we get to Meeting on First-Day?"

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But Elizabeth checked her, and answered, mildly

reproving :

Surely the Lord will provide; for unto the snow He sayeth,

Be thou on the earth, the good Lord sayeth; He is it

Giveth snow like wool, like ashes scatters the hoar

frost."

So she folded her work and laid it away in her basket.

Meanwhile Hannah the housemaid had closed and fastened the shutters,

Spread the cloth, and lighted the lamp on the table, and placed there

Plates and cups from the dresser, the brown rye loaf, and the butter

Fresh from the dairy, and then, protecting her hand with a holder,

Took from the crane in the chimney the steaming and simmering kettle,

Poised it aloft in the air, and filled up the earthen teapot,

Made in Delft, and adorned with quaint and wonderful figures.

Then Elizabeth said, "Lo! Joseph is long on his errand.

I have sent him away with a hamper of food and of clothing

For the poor in the village. A good lad and cheerful is Joseph;

In the right place is his heart, and his hand is ready and willing."

Thus in praise of her servant she spake, and Hannah the housemaid

Laughed with her eyes, as she listened, but governed her tongue, and was silent,

While her mistress went on : "The house is far from the village;

We should be lonely here, were it not for Friends that in passing

Sometimes tarry o'ernight, and make us glad by their coming."

Thereupon answered Hannah the housemaid, the thrifty, the frugal :

"Yea, they come and they tarry, as if thy house were a tavern ;

Open to all are its doors, and they come and go like the pigeons

In and out of the holes of the pigeon-house over the hayloft,

Cooing and smoothing their feathers and basking themselves in the sunshine."

But in meekness of spirit, and calmly, Elizabeth answered:

"All I have is the Lord's, not mine to give or withhold it;

I but distribute his gifts to the poor, and to those of his people

Who in journeyings often surrender their lives to his service.

His, not mine, are the gifts, and only so far can I

make them

Mine, as in giving I add my heart to whatever is

given.