The Necklace

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  “SHE WAS one of those pretty, charming young ladies, born, as if through an error of destiny, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no hopes, no means of becoming known, appreciated, loved, and married by a man either rich or distinguished; and she allowed herself to marry a petty clerk in the office of the Board of Education. . . .  She had neither frocks nor jewels, nothing. And she loved only those things. She felt that she was made for them. She had such a desire to please, to be sought after, to be clever, and courted.” —THE NECKLACE Guy de Maupassant    France, 1884 (pic by Grok) Read this short story here:  https://americanliterature.com/author/guy-de-maupassant/short-story/the-necklace

“There'll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame” by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) (written of King James VIII)



By yon castle wa' at the close of the day, 

I heard a man sing, tho his head it was grey, 

And as he was singing, the tears doon came - 

'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!'

'The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, 

Delusion, oppressions, and murderous wars, 

We dare na weel sayl but we ken wha's to blame 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

'My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, 

But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; 

It brak the sweet heart o my faithfu auld dame - 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

'Now life is a burden that bows me down, 

Sin I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; 

But till my last moments my words are the same - 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!'

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