But the sons of the land which the freeman tills,
Went back from the battle-toil,

To their cabin homes 'midst the deep green hills,
All burden'd with royal spoil.

There were songs and festal fires
On the soaring Alps that night,
When children sprung to greet their sires
From the wild Morgarten fight.

THE DINNER-PARTY AT FRASER'S.

[From "More Happy Thoughts." By F. C. BURNAND.]

APPY Thought while | takes.

*

Happy Thought.-Always be careful to finish dressing before one makes a public appearance. Apologies from Master and Mistress of the house. Large party all paired, except myself and a youth from school, about fourteen years old, in jackets. I don't know him at all, but he wants to be sportive, and says, "I s'pose you'll take me in." I snub him. I think the servants are laughing at something he's doing. Hate boys of this age. It was a smaller one than this who made faces at me from the window.

Painful attitude it is to stand in, with Dressing for your head in the air, and trying all the while to Dinner.-To tell see what a mischievous child is doing with your Fraser quietly watch. Done at last. White tie won't come that I don't care right. Dash it, let it come wrong. Rush down about croquet, to the drawing-room. Obliged to leave horrid and then he'll get boy in my room. I stop on the stairs. Forgotten me out of it my watch. Run up again. Rescue it from boy, another time. who was going to examine the works with the Hope there's aid of my gold pin. Luckily one of his nurses not a party at appears. I leave them to fight it out, and rush dinner. Hope down-stairs again. At drawing-room door standhe's forgotten ing on mat to button my waistcoat, which, in my all about ask- hurry, I had left undone. Door opens. Every ing me to sing one is coming out. "The Little Pig." Lost a stud. Can't find it anywhere. This is annoying. Hate going down hot and uncomfortable to dinner. Ring bell. Footman after some delay answers it. He brings up hot water (which I've had before) and announces that dinner will be ready in five minutes. We both look for the stud. He thinks his master has a set though he don't often wear 'em. While he is gone, I find that the stud is missing which fastens my collar. Ring the bell again. This causes another bell to ring. Hate giving trouble in a strange house. Little boy Fraser comes to the door as the butler enters with more hot water. The horrid boy makes remarks on my dress. I tell the domestic my difficulty. Master doesn't wear studs, it appears. The boy Fraser is overhauling the things on my table. I ask him to leave my comb alone, and he goes to the brushes. The footman (with more hot water, not knowing the butler was there), says the Maid would pin it on if that would do? That must do. The boy Fraser is putting hair oil on my clean pocket-handkerchief. He thinks it's scent. Another minute and the maid appears. Shall she sew on a button? "Is there time?" I ask. "Well, she'll try," she answers, and goes for the button. I implore the boy Fraser, who is now trying on my boots, to go away. He won't. The dinner-bell rings. Now I'm keeping them waiting. Boy Fraser informs me that he's coming down to dessert. Maid returns. What a time sewing

Dinner.-Seated next to the Lady of the House. Miss Harding on the other side. I mentally note as not at all a happy thought, that if there's anything to carve I shall have to do it. I hope the old gentleman on the other side of Mrs. Fraser will offer first. She introduces us across. He is an American general. On being told by Mrs. Fraser of my literary fame, he only says, "Oh! indeed," and appears surprised. I wish she wouldn't say anything about it. I have my pocket-book ready for short-hand notes, as he'll be full of information. Dinner goes on.

At Dinner. In consequence of having to listen to several whispered observations on the company present from Mrs. Plyte Fraser, who tells me who every one is, and how clever they all are, I find myself left alone eating fish. I make three picks at my fish and finish. The butler and footman are both in the room, but neither will catch my eye, and I

But the sons of the land which the freeman tills,
Went back from the battle-toil,

To their cabin homes 'midst the deep green hills,
All burden'd with royal spoil.

THE DINNER-PARTY AT FRASER'S.

[From "More Happy Thoughts." By F. C. BURNAND.]

WAPPY Thought while
Dressing for
Dinner. To tell
quietly

H

Fraser

takes. Painful attitude it is to stand in, with
your head in the air, and trying all the while to
see what a mischievous child is doing with your
watch. Done at last. White tie won't come
right. Dash it, let it come wrong. Rush down
to the drawing-room. Obliged to leave horrid
boy in my room. I stop on the stairs. Forgotten
who was going to examine the works with the
my watch. Run up again. Rescue it from boy,
aid of my gold pin. Luckily one of his nurses
appears. I leave them to fight it out, and rush
down-stairs again. At drawing-room door stand-
ing on mat to button my waistcoat, which, in my
hurry, I had left undone. Door opens. Every
one is coming out.

that I don't care
about croquet,
and then he'll get
me out of it
another time.
Hope there's
not a party at
dinner. Hope
he's forgotten
all about ask-
ing me to sing
"The Little
Lost a stud. Can't find it anywhere. This is an-
Pig."
noying. Hate going down hot and uncomfortable
to dinner. Ring bell. Footman after some delay
answers it. He brings up hot water (which I've had
before) and announces that dinner will be ready
in five minutes. We both look for the stud.
He thinks his master has a set though he don't
often wear 'em. While he is gone, I find that the
stud is missing which fastens my collar. Ring
the bell again. This causes another bell to ring.
Hate giving trouble in a strange house. Little
boy Fraser comes to the door as the butler enters
with more hot water. The horrid boy makes
remarks on my dress. I tell the domestic my
difficulty. Master doesn't wear studs, it appears.
The boy Fraser is overhauling the things on my
table. I ask him to leave my comb alone, and he
goes to the brushes. The footman (with more hot
water, not knowing the butler was there), says the
Maid would pin it on if that would do? That
aust do. The boy Fraser is putting hair oil on
my clean pocket-handkerchief. He thinks it's
scent. Another minute and the maid appears.
Shall she sew on a button? "Is there time?" I
ask. "Well, she'll try," she answers, and goes for several whispered observations on the company
the button. I implore the boy Fraser, who is now sent from Mrs. Plyte Fraser, who tells me whe
At Dinner. In consequence of having to Esten a
trying on my boots, to go away. He won't. The one is, and how clever they all are, I find
dinner-bell rings. Now I'm keeping them waiting. left alone eating fish. I make three pics
Boy Fraser informs me that he's coming down fish and finish. The butler and footmi
to dessert. Maid returns. What a time sewing in the room, but neither will catch m

dressing before one makes a public appearance.
Happy Thought.-Always be careful to finish
Apologies from Master and Mistress of the house.
Large party all paired, except myself and a youth
from school, about fourteen years old, in jackets.
I don't know him at all, but he wants to be
sportive, and says, "I s'pose you'll take me in." I
snub him. I think the servants are laughing at
something he's doing. Hate boys of this age. It
was a smaller one than this who made faces at
me from the window.

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House.
Dinner.-Seated next to the Lady of the
mentally note as not at all a happy thought, that
if there's anything to carve I shall have to do it.
Miss Harding on the other side. I
I hope the old gentleman on the other side of
Mrs. Fraser will offer first. She introduces us
across.
told by Mrs. Fraser of my literary fame, he only
says, "Oh! indeed," and appears surprised I
He is an American general. On being
wish she wouldn't say anything about it. I
have my pocket-book ready for short-hand
notes, as he'll be full of information. Der
goes on.

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