222 THE DEACONS l^RIAL.
But, bless you ! looking all the time,
He never saw at all The poor old beaver, as he went
To leave it in the hall ; He only saw the handsome face
Of Joe, the lawyer s son/ His rival at the polls to-day,
Who had the office won.
"No, never will no, Polly Ann;
He had no call to try Against me. Had he, daughter Lu?
>on t shake your curls and sigh ! A great six-footer, strong and well,
Against me, old and lame, And poor besides ! No, Polly Ann ;
It is a burning shame !"
"But, father" then the bonny curls
Swept on his homespun knee "Joe wanted it, because because
He wants to marry me, And take you both with us to live."
The deacon never stirred ; The kitchen clock went ticking on, The kitten slept and purred,
And Polly Ann stepped back behind,
To say a word or two : "Such feelin s, Jacob, isn t right, An Sunday comin too !