Excerpt from Scribner's Monthly, 1870-1: An Illustrated Magazine for the People IT was Jeremy Train who sat down to his tea In his holiday clothes, looking prim as could be. The cravat on his neck had a marvellous tie, And his boots were as bright and as black as his eye, And his Whiskers and hair, which were turning to gray, Had been colored and curled at the barber's that day; And forgetting a little bald spot on his head, And a stoop in the back, any one would have said That the hearty old drover had seen less of life, By a dozen of years, than his sad little Wife. Mistress Barbara Train sat and served him his toast As polite as a princess, but pale as a ghost. There was fire in her eye which her tears could not quell, And a pain in her heart which her tongue might not tell; For she loved the Old drover too well, and she knew She had ceased to be charming and he to be true. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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