He put his hands unto his lips, and whistled loud and shrill,
And thirty six well-armed men came at their master's will,
Said he "I've flattered maids full long, but now the time is past,
And the bonny hills of Ivory a lady own at last.

My steed's back ne'er was graced for a lady's seat before;
Fear not his speed; I'll guard thee, love, till we ride o'er the
moor,
To seek the priest, and wed, and love until the day we die."
So she that was but poor before is Lady Ivory.




ENDNOTES

[1]
The Editor has pleasure in acknowledging the kindness of Miss James
of Theddingworth, and Miss Powell, of Thame. The former lady
obligingly sent him the manuscript of a lecture on "Dryden and Clare"
by her brother, the late Rev. T. James, of Theddingworth, and the
latter several letters written by Clare to Mr. Octavius Gilchrist.

[2]
Among those who at this time or subsequently made Clare presents of
books were Lord Radstock, Bishop Marsh, Mrs. Emmerson, Sir Walter
Scott, Robert Bloomfield, Mr. Gilchrist, Lord Milton, Messrs. Taylor
& Ilessey, Messrs. Smith, Elder, & Co, Charles Lamb, Henry Eehnes,
Lady Sophia Pierrepoint, the Rev. H. P. Cary, E. V. Rippingille,