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and his **good lady" are only less idolized by the 

 kind-hearted villagers at Rankdown than their two 

 little miniature selves, who now lovingly toddle along 

 at their side. The old Bath-chair never did a better 

 day's work than that. 



IMPATIENCE, 



REARY summer pass away, 



Leaves tarn brown without delay, 

 Sluggish farmer, ere the rain, 

 Carry home your golden grain ; 

 Clear the country low and high 

 As the sport of sports draws nigh. 



Gladly shall I hail the day 

 When again we sail away. 

 Over oxers stiffly bound. 

 To the note of horn and hound ; 

 Dreary summer let us part. 

 Winter only holds my heart. 



Sorrow glides away when you. 

 Tardy summer, bid adieu ; 

 Winter, come ! to many hearts 

 Your arrival joy imparts ; 

 All true lovers of the chase 

 Long to see your honest face. 



