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which she set the other farmers' dames " a-longing" 

 for many a Sunday ; and the massive silver cup still 

 graces the old oak sideboard at the farm, where — 

 if you call, as I did recently — Mr. J. will ask you to 

 drink '' Otherdays" out of it in some nut brown, 

 home-brewed ale, and add, with a twinkle in his 

 keen grey eyes, " She never refused but once." 



PRECIOUS MOMENTS. 



AVE you ever heard the patter of a well- 

 bred hunter's feet, 

 With rapid strides the sodden turf, when 

 well-extended, beat ? 

 Have you felt the tug he gives you at his bridle to 



get on 

 To the other side those willows, where the dripping 

 pack has gone ? 



Have you felt your pulse beat quicker, as those fifteen 



feet drew near : 

 Fifteen feet of running water, icy cold, not crystal 



clear ? 

 Have you felt your muscles squeeze him as his sides 



you lightly press ? 

 Have you seen his ears prick forward as the interval 



grows less ? 



