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I whisper'd: for Joan and her pursuers were out of sight. Catching up her long skirt, Delia follow'd me, and up the tor we panted together, nor rested till we were safe in the Jews' Kitchen. "What think you of this for a hiding place?" ask'd I, with a laugh. But Delia did not laugh. Instead, she faced me with blazing eyes, check'd herself and answer'd, cold as ice
My youth's companion, friend for ever true, Whose looks, the sweet expressions of her heart So gaily innocent, so void of art, With soft attraction whisper'd blessings drew From all who stopp'd, her beauteous face to view. Then in the dear domestic scene I mourn, And weep past pleasures never to return! There, where each gentle virtue lov'd to rest.
As for my mother, she saw nothing at all in it, to make the least bustle about but Susannah was sufficient by herself for all the ends and purposes you could possibly have, in exporting a family secret; for she instantly imparted it by signs to Jonathan and Jonathan by tokens to the cook as she was basting a loin of mutton; the cook sold it with some kitchen-fat to the postillion for a groat, who truck'd it with the dairy maid for something of about the same value and though whisper'd in the hay-loft, Fame caught the notes with her brazen trumpet, and sounded them upon the house-top In a word, not an old woman in the village or five miles round, who did not understand the difficulties of my uncle Toby's siege, and what were the secret articles which had delayed the surrender.
That made him warse nor ever. Owd Thwittler whisper'd to him, 'Thire, Dick; thae's shapt that nicely! Give it another twirl, owd bird! Well, Dick sweat, an' futter't about till he swapped th' barrel again. An' then he looked round th' singin'-pew, as helpless as a kittlin'; an' he said to th' singers, 'Whatever mun aw do, folk? an' tears coom into his e'en. 'Roll it o'er, said Thwittler.
"A rustling, whisper'd singing Breaks thro' the leaves of spring, And over heart, and sense, and soul A web of love doth fling." And Edmund, grown less timid now that the twilight was falling more deeply, took her hand and laid it on his heart, whilst he went on, continuing the quotation
Adieu! adieu! when quivering lips refuse The bitter pangs of parting to declare; And the full bosom feels that it must lose Friends who were wont its inmost thoughts to share; When hands are tightly clasp'd, 'mid struggling sighs And streaming tears, those whisper'd accents rise, Leaving to God the objects of our care In that short, simple, comprehensive prayer ADIEU!
One of the serving-men came in at this moment, and whisper'd the barkeeper, who went out, and in a moment return'd again. "A person," he said, "wish'd to speak with Mr. Michael. He waited on the walk in front." The individual whose name was mention'd, made his excuses to the others, telling them he would be back in a moment, and left the room.
They were more than a thousand, as I guess'd, and came winding down the road very orderly, till, being full of them, it seem'd a long serpent writhing with shiny scales. The tramp of hoofs and jingling of bits were pretty to hear. "Rebels!" whisper'd I. Joan nodded.
The music of our native shore A thousand lovely scenes endears; In magic tones it murmurs o'er The visions of our early years; The hopes of youth; It wreathes again the flowers we wreathed In childhood's bright, unclouded day; It breathes again the vows we breathed, At beauty's shrine, when hearts were gay And whisper'd truth;
It was a most lovely still evening the air but hear the skipper. "It is the hour when from the boughs, The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers vows, Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear.
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