POETRY.

THREE FROM SEDGEMOOR.

A LEGEND OF SOMERSET. " HxsT!" said the Mother: "dout the light! Kirke's Lambs are on the road to-night A-seeking the flyers of Monmouth's fight; And I've three sons from Sedgemoor That fought for the wrong King James. There's Jan, my eldest, and Jeremy, And Ebenezer, big as a tree :

Lord! teake my life for the lives of the three, My three sons from Sedgemoor That fought for the wrong King James !"

Jan she set in the flour-bin wide ; Up chimney Jeremy prophesied ; But Ebenezer was hard to hide, The biggest of all at Sedgemoor That fought for the wrong King James.

Till she found en a nook in her faggot-store ; But ere she had fairly tedded him o'er, Came a thundering knock on the farmhouse door, And, "Open, you rebels of Sedgemoor, In the name of our good King James!"

She pulled the bobbin and drew them in : Five privates and Sergeant Paradine : She gave them cider laced with gin, And asked for the news from Sedgemoor And the luck of the two King James. And "Was the dirty rebels beat And the wicked Duke a-teaken yet P And wasn't they thirsty by all this he't Don't ee spare our eider of Sedgemoor For the sake of the good King James I'

I trow she did not speak in vain : She filled their cups again and again, Till the liquor sang in each silly brain, The strong liquor of Sedgemoor That never paid tax to King James.

One loosed his stock, and one shifted his wig; One sank his forehead and snored like a pig, But the Sergeant still sat tight and trig, A-watching the widow of Sedgemoor, In his duty to King James.

Till a sudden fury shook the man,

And " Woman !" he cried, "was this your plan,

To drown our wits in the cider-can, The drugged cider of Sedgemoor, You friend of the rebel James?

For this your vile conspiracy I swear you shall hang, all four !" said he, "Mother and sons on one gallows-tree, With your three sons from Sedgemoor That fought for the rebel James !"

She tacked the board with her hand, and Baia : " Carl thy men if thee ool ! Theer they lie, half dead ; But Sergeant, you've kep' a zober head In spite of the liquor of Sedgemoor That never paid nought to King James!

So take my three big lads if thee durst But thee must fight their mother vurst For the children dear that my bosom nurst, My three sons from Sedgemoor That fought for the kind King James."

He drew and struck, but she leapt aside And caught the steel in her tender side; " Coom hither; my three strong Sons!" she cried, "For the sake of the true King James !"

Then Jeremy sprang from the chimney-flue, Jan from the flour rose ga.ahly to view, And right and left the faggots flew As Ebenezer of Sedgemoor Fell on the men of King James.

But when the sogers lay tied and bound, Like calves arow on the market ground, Then the brave mother showed her wound : Ah ! the brave mother of Sedgemoor That died for the rebel James!

And " Niver fret for your Mammy!" said she, "For the Lord God bath had mercy on me, And He've took my life for the lives of my three, My three children of Sedgemoor That fought for our kind King James ! "

EDWARD SYDNEY TYLEE.