The Catholic Sun

It was my shame, and now it is my boast, That I have loved you rather more than most.

Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha'nacker And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly; And ever since then the clapper is still…And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill.

Lord Lundy from his earliest Was far too freely moved to Tears. For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!"He bellowed like a Little Turk.

My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A score of stout fellows who think it no If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin

May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel,

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow, Seeking an entry for his weariness. And in that dreadful company And the sad night with silent footsteps go.

The nicest child I ever Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or His stockings or his pinafore:

Of Courtesy, it is much Than Courage of Heart or Holiness, Yet in my Walks it seems to That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.