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Mary Hambley.(Born 1821.,Djed I842). " (h true story). O'er the lonely forest cabin, Drops the shades of night. _ She, singing,irons out the clothes, By the flickering gandle light. She sings of England s far-oty land,' _ She will see it now no more. A plaintive,mournful,saddened song, q Of that rock-bound Cornish shore. '. Not often did her parents go, To leave her there alone, But through the woods they went tonight, Till the early moon was gone. ‘ She thought of the ghostly tales she'd heard, And the l)evil's dream come true. Till a tingling sense of fear came o'er ( For she thought what fiends can do. Some eighteen summers made her there, _ Sts fair an Innglish maid, "s ever came from Cornish coasts, rltbit, of "ngland',strayed. Her iron on the table hewn, From rough Ontario trees, . Keeps time as bravely does her song, Dustain her fearful knees. I It may have been some neighbour's lad,' _ Had made somehideous mask. He for the Halloween had come, Who knows what he might ask? ' out in the window,from the night 1he bevil's dance he led. ' And Mary seeing, shrieks in fright, _ Ar1dfa1lsdownpcoldanddead. _ T ' (George Henry Hembley). (~he would be my great-great hunt, end came )' (to‘Lrtario with her fe:her,do:er‘ Rambley in 45Lt)