pered among^ the English lasses, but 

 always in broad daylight, mind you. 



The story runs that a pretty country 

 girl, passing along the road one day, 

 caught the attention of one of the 

 " Lords of the North," as some of the 

 great English noblemen were called. 



He flattered, she listened, — ah, 

 well, it was the same sad old story; 

 and she died, a country flower de- 

 spoiled, then cast away. She had 

 been well loved in the village where 

 she was born, and on her grave, which 

 was dug close to the wall of the 

 grey old churchyard, her village-mates 

 placed many a spray of lilac to cover 

 over the rude mound of earth, upon 

 which, as yet, no kindly grass had 

 taken root. 



When they laid the boughs over 

 her they were a rosy mauve; but 

 when, at sunrise, the villagers on their 

 way to the harvest field passed that 



