'What you earn is sweetest,' quoth Mrs.Mugridge, when I suggested that it was about time they took a rest.
'No, an' we don't want help,' said Thomas Mugridge, in reply to my question as to whether the children lent them a hand.
'We'll work till we dry up and blow away, mother an' me,' he added; and Mrs.Mugridge nodded her head in vigorous indorsement.
Fifteen children she had borne, and all were away and gone, or dead.
The 'baby,' however, lived in Maidstone, and she was twenty-seven.
When the children married they had their hands full with their own families and troubles, like their fathers and mothers before them.
Where were the children? Ah, where were they not? Lizzie was in Australia; Mary was in Buenos Ayres; Poll was in New York; Joe had died in India,- and so they called them up, the living and the dead, soldier and sailor, and colonist's wife, for the traveller's sake who sat in their kitchen.
They passed me a photograph.A trim young fellow in soldier's garb looked out at me.
'And which son is this?' I asked.
They laughed a hearty chorus.Son! Nay, grandson, just back from Indian service and a soldier-trumpeter to the King.His brother was in the same regiment with him.And so it ran, sons and daughters, and grand sons and daughters, world-wanderers and empire-builders, all of them, while the old folks stayed at home and worked at building empire too.
There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And a wealthy wife is she;She breeds a breed o' rovin' men And casts them over sea.
And some are drowned in deep water, And some in sight of shore;And word goes back to the weary wife, And ever she sends more.
But the Sea Wife's childbearing is about done.The stock is running out, and the planet is filling up.The wives of her sons may carry on the breed, but her work is past.The erstwhile men of England are now the men of Australia, of Africa, of America.England has sent forth 'the best she breeds' for so long, and has destroyed those that remained so fiercely, that little remains for her to do but to sit down through the long nights and gaze at royalty on the wall.