Note return — THE YOUNG GREY HEAD.

"Mother," quoth Ambrose to his thrifty dame— So oft our peasant's use his wife to name, "Father" and "Master" to himself applied, As life's grave duties matronize the bride— "Mother," quoth Ambrose, as he faced the north, With hard-set teeth, before he issued forth To his day labour, from the cottage door— "I'm thinking that, to-night, if not before, There'll be wild work. Dost hear old Chewton12 roar? It's brewing up down westward; and look there, One of those sea-gulls! ay, there goes a pair; And such a sudden thaw! If rain comes on, As threats, the waters will be out anon. That path by th' ford's a nasty bit of way— Best let the young ones bide from school to-day."