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ful suspense, reduced to still more cruel certainty after long days of fruitless search? The turbulent waters sank to their level again, the blue waves kissed the white sands, and the rocks rose brown and warm in the sunlight; but never again was seen the little golden-haired figure fitting among them, or nestling in the dry sea-weed. A few months after the broken-hearted grandparents were gathered into God's Acre, a tortoise-shell comb was found in a crevice of the rock under the boulder ; and, to this day, yarn-loving old fishermen protest they hear at times the strangest kind of music around the redhouse cliffs.
Their cheeks were blushing, their breath was sweet,
“ Little friends,” she said, “ I wish I knew
“You wish you knew ? and so do we !
“ Tucked up snugly, and nestled below
“When the swallows fly home to the old brown shed,
“Good children then, if they come near,
“Our clocks are the flowers ; and they count the hours
“Apple-blooms whiten, and peach-blooms fall,
“The days are longest, the month is June,
“ Just take us betwixt your finger and thumb —
“O dear ! if you only knew how it shocks
And this is the story the small lips told
7. T. Trowbridge.
ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO.
ELIZABETH. Eliza hadia present of a piano, and she was to take lessons
They decided to have the piano set across the window in the parlor, and the carters brought it in, and went away. After they had gone, the family all came in to look at the piano; but they found the carters had placed it with its back turned towards the middle of the room, standing close against the window.
How could Elizabeth Eliza open it? How could she reach the keys to play upon it?
Solomon John proposed that they should open the window, which Agamemnon could do with his long arms. Then Elizabeth Eliza should go round upon the piazza and open the piano. Then she could have her music-stool on the piazza, and play upon the piano there.
So they tried this; and they all thought it was a very pretty sight to see Elizabeth Eliza playing on the piano, while she sat on the piazza with the honeysuckle vines behind her.
It was very pleasant, too, moonlight evenings. Mr. Peterkin liked to take a doze on his sofa in the room; but the rest of the family liked to sit on the piazza. So did Elizabeth Eliza, only she had to have her back to the moon.
All this did very well through the summer ; but, when the fall came, Mr. Peterkin thought the air was too cold from the open window, and the family did not want to sit out on the piazza.
Elizabeth Eliza practised in the mornings with her cloak on; but she was obliged to give up her music in the evenings, the family shivered so.
One day, when she was talking with the lady from Philadelphia, she spoke of this trouble.
The lady from Philadelphia looked surprised, and then said, “But why don't you turn the piano round ?”
One of the little boys pertly said, “ It is a square piano.”
But Elizabeth Eliza went home directly, and, with the help of Agamemnon and Solomon John, turned the piano round.
“Why did not we think of that before ?" said Mrs. Peterkin. “ What shall we do when the lady from Philadelphia goes home again ?"
Lucretia P. Hale.