The Marriage.

With gentle Alice for his bride, he stands before the priest,

And after holy rites and vows comes next the wedding feast.

The poor were feasted well, I ween, upon that happy day,

_ And never from his door did go the poor uncheer'd away.

“Lord Mayor of London” spoke the bells—they spoke both well and
true ;

And still the stone is pointed out unto the traveller's view,

Where Tigo in prayer to Gop, cast all his fears aside,

And rose and braced him for the strife, whatever might betide.

son

“Oe