A pair of long , blue legs , ending in very neat pumps , hung from the veranda roof among the vines ; and roses , gathered by unseen hands , evidently appertaining to aforesaid legs , were being dropped into the laps of several girls perched like a flock of white birds on the railing below ; while a manly voice ` fell like a falling star ' , as it sung this pensive ditty to a most appreciative audience : MARY 'S DREAM The moon had climbed the eastern hill Which rises o'er the sands of Dee , And from its highest summit shed A silver light on tower and tree , When Mary laid her down to sleep -LRB- Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea -RRB- ; When soft and low a voice was heard , Saying , ` Mary , weep no more for me . ' She from her pillow gently raised Her head , to see who there might be , And saw young Sandy , shivering stand With visage pale and hollow e ` e. ` Oh Mary dear , cold is my clay ; It lies beneath the stormy sea ; Far , far from thee , I sleep in death . Dear Mary , weep no more for me . ` Three stormy nights and stormy days We tossed upon the raging main . And long we strove our bark to save ; But all our striving was in vain . E'en then , when terror chilled my blood , My heart was filled with love of thee . The storm is past , and I 'm at rest ; So , Mary , weep no more for me . ` Oh maiden dear , yourself prepare ; We soon shall meet upon that shore Where love is free from doubt and care , And you and I shall part no more . ' Loud crew the cock , the shadow fled ; No more her Sandy did she see ; But soft the passing spirit said , ` Sweet Mary , weep no more for me . ' ` The constant jollity of that boy is worth a fortune to him . He 'll never sink with such a buoyant spirit to keep him afloat through life , ' said Mrs Jo , as the roses were tossed back with much applause when the song ended . ` Not he ; and it 's a blessing to be grateful for , is n't it ? We moody people know its worth . Glad you like my first tableau . Come and see number two . Hope it is n't spoilt ; it was very pretty just now . This is `` Othello telling his adventures to Desdemona '' . ' The second window framed a very picturesque group of three . Mr March in an arm-chair , with Bess on a cushion at his feet , was listening to Dan , who , leaning against a pillar , was talking with unusual animation . The old man was in shadow , but little Desdemona was looking up with the moonlight full upon her into young Othello 's face , quite absorbed in the story he was telling so well .
The gay drapery over Dan 's shoulder , his dark colouring , and the gesture of his arm made the picture very striking , and both spectators enjoyed it with silent pleasure , till Mrs XXXXX said in a quick whisper : ` I 'm glad he 's going away .
Bess Dan Desdemona E'en Jo Mary Othello days first storm