pleasure) it is great pity of so much good corn lost; yet since it has liked him to send us such a chance, we must and are bounden, not only to be content, but also to be glad of his visitation. He sent us all that we have lost; and since he hath by such a chance taken it away again, his pleasure be fulfilled! Let us never grudge thereat, but take it in good worth, and heartily thank him, as well for adversity as for prosperity. And peradventure we have more cause to thank him for our loss than for our winning, for his wisdom better seeth what is good for us than we do ourselves. Therefore, I pray you be of good cheer, and take all the household with you to church, and there thank God, both for that he has given us, and for that he has taken from us, and for that he hath left us; which, if it please him, he can increase when he will, and if it please him to leave us yet less, at his pleasure be it! I pray you to make some good onsearch what my poor neighbours have lost, and bid them make no thought therefor; for, if I should not leave myself a spoon, there shall no poor neighbour of mine hear no loss by my chance, happened in my house. I pray you be, with my children and your household, merry in God; and devise somewhat with your friends what way were best to take, for provision to be made for corn for our household, and for seed this year coming, if we think it good that we keep the ground still in our hands. And whether we think it good that we so shall do or not, yet I think it were not best suddenly thus to leave it all up, and to put away our folk from our farm, till we have somewhat advised us thereon. Howbeit, if we have more now than ye shall need, and which can get them other masters, ye may then discharge us of them. But I would not that any man were suddenly sent away, he wot not whither. At my coming hither, I perceived none other but that I should tarry still with the king's grace. But now I shall, I think, because of this chance, get leave this next week to come home and see you, and then shall we farther devise together upon all things, what order shall be best to take. And thus as heartily fare you well, with all our children, as ye can wish. At Woodstock, the third day of September, by the hand of THOMAS MORE, 1450-1555. PEASANT PAVO. SWEDISH. Mid the high bleak moors of Saarijärvis, With them of sweat-earned bread partaking. Dikes he dug, and plowed his land and sowed it. He dug lower dikes with double labor, Sold his sheep, and purchased rye and sowed it. Autumn came, and frosts the remnant blasted. "Pavo, Pavo! man the most unhappy, Let us die, for God hath us forsaken: Hard it is to die, to live is harder!" Pavo took her hand, and thus he answered: Then fell Pavo on his knees, thus speaking: "God hath only tried us, not forsaken!" And then gladly spake she to her husband: Pavo, Pavo! take with joy the sickle, We may now make glad our hearts with plenty, And bake rich, sweet bread of rye-meal only!" Pavo took her hand in his, and answered: "Woman, woman! 'tis but sent to try us, If we will have pity on the sufferer. Mix thou bark with corn even as aforetime, Translation of MRS. HOWITT. JOHANN LUDWIG RUNEBERG. COUNTRY LIFE. FROM THE GERMAN. Happy the man who has the town escaped! Virtue's and wisdom's lore. The whispering grove a holy temple is Whereby he kneels to Heaven. The nightingale on him sings slumber down-- Of morning through the trees. Then he admires thee in the plain, O God! The worm-the budding branch. Where coolness gushes in the waving grass, The gentle airs of eve. His straw-decked thatch, where doves bask in the sun, And play and hop, incites to sweeter rest Than golden halls of state Or beds of down afford. |