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that face and form which I saw in Mrs. Tonkin's trouble at her present injury, delight that it had been parlour in Southside-street, and which I have looked in my power to come to her assistance. Her sweet for ever since. I asked Dick once where the Wooll. eyes opened and looked at me, and a flitting blush combes lived, and he answered me rather shortly, I stole over the weary, agonised young face. She strugthought, “ Just at a turning out from Lose-street to gled to stand without my help, and found herself too Howe-street." His tone discouraged further question- weak, though I aided her to try, feeling instinctively ing. Can it be possible that Dick has no wish I should she would wish me to do so ; then I took her in my be further acquainted with Lucy Woollcombe ? I arms again when she would have fallen. asked myself. But, almost before I had done this, “Home !" she murmured, “ home, sir, please !" and Dick added, " It is dangerous for us, as soldiers of the sighed. Parliament, even to seem to affect the company of “I know," I answered, and so, without more malignants."

words between us, for I think she half fainted then, " True," I answered, sorry I had introduced the I bore her home. I am young and strong and powersubject, save that I knew now where she lived, and fully built, she is small, slight, and her weight was if I took the way past her house into the town, it as nothing to me; but the few people about quickly was not anyone's business to call my action in increased and gathered around us, and compelled me question ; for it was rather nearer, than farther, to to repeat very often the story of what had happened. many places where my duty sometimes lay. The I sent messengers for a doctor, and it was with quite house is a handsome and convenient one, with a a crowd about us that we reached Mr. Woollcombe's projecting portion, which forms an arch over the retired house. passage-way, from the one street to the other. It

Many and various were the remarks I heard as I has an appearance of modest retirement and seclusion, strode along with my precious burden. in harmony, as I imagine, with the lives of the “ To think," said one woman, & fishwife, “ that inmates.

they should have struck the pretty dear, their own side The only being I have ever seen about it, save too; he that sent off that ball deserves the gallows, on one occasion, when I thought I saw an object he does !" fit across the upstairs window, which might have “Hush, my dear, don't 'ee talk like that, or you'll been sweet Lucy herself, is an old serving-woman, make it worse for her,” said another. who, as I looked at her, took her handkerchief, a red “ Us won't be safe up to Hoe, now," said a third, one, from her pocket, and blew her nose with a hard and the men and the children discussed the question hollow sound, as though it had been a wooden nose, just as eagerly as the women. Mothers dragged their rather than one of flesh. Indeed, her whole aspect unwilling boys along with them, some even crying

so essentially that of a mechanically moving with their aprons to their eyes, lest the pretty dears wooden figure, that I found myself asking, again and should get shot, and their heads roll off on the green again, if she were indeed a woman.

sward of the Hoe, others cursing the King for bringing I had determined to attempt some politeness with war amongst his subjects, others murmuring in low her, spite of my uncouth Yorkshire yeoman manners, tones that we might as well give up the struggle as but she turned her back upon me straight, as if be killed in cold blood ; and others, again, pausing to suspecting my design, and gave me not the smallest remark upon the fact that a Parliamentarian officer opportunity. So the days passed on; and though I had saved the Royalist victim of a Royalist gun. thought more and more of Lucy Woollcombe, she The old serving-woman of the Woollcombes was appeared as far removed from a transient glance of at the door of the house to receive us, some one mine as though, instead of being together in a having knocked to summon her before we came up. beleaguered town, we had been at the opposite poles Her hard, wooden features did not relax at first at of this earth.

sight of us. The malignants seldom ceased firing from Stam- “Go away, you people, make way there,” she cried ford, but their shots had liad, hitherto, small effect; angrily to the crowd; “why do you flock round a being too distant; save that the vane of the windmill gentleman's door this way? Step in, sir,” she added on the Hoe was once blown off, which presently was to me, rather more courteously than I had expected, repaired, and no farther harm done to it.

“I will relieve you of my mistress, and I thank you One morning, coming from our fort with a message for your care of her.” from the Colonel to the Captain at Frankfort Gate, At nearer sight of the white unconscious face, for I heard, just as I came out upon the Hoe, the sound the sufferer must have been in a dead faint, and the of a ball whizzing through the air, and then a slight blood upon the fair garments, and the wounded arm, scream, and beheld, in less time than I can describe the hard face relaxed, the set lips quivered, and tears it, a female form sinking to the earth. With a welled up into the pale grey eyes, but she shut the sickening sense at my heart that this war should bring door firmly upon the crowd, and barred it before she torture to an innocent woman, I hurried to the falling led me into a back room, quite empty, but looking figure, and raised her in my arms. A shattered arm like a study or library. Here was a large sofa, on from which the blood was freely flowing, hung loosely which I gently laid Lucy Woollcombe, and waited and dreadfully down; a moment's glance at the fine beside her, reluctant to leave her, even to such texture of her garments assured me of the quality friendly hands as her affectionate servant's. The of the owner, another glance revealed to me the movement which this change of position necessitated sweet face, now piteous in its pain, and pale with roused her to consciousness, and, alas ! to pain also; fright, of Lucy Woollcombe ! Joy and grief were her lips moved, she tried to speak. mingled in my confused thoughts; terror at the "I have brought you home," I said, kneeling beside narrow escape she had had from a frightful death, her; “I have done as you told me, and you are in How I Fared at the Siege of Plymouth.


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kind care now. The doctor will be here presently. I pray God your wound may be quickly healed !" These

CHAPTER V.- Welcome Letlers. words from my inmost soul escaped me involuntarily; I could not leave her without letting her know my

ERGEANT GURNEY came to great sympathy with her distress. At that moment

me with a sealed document in a hurried knock was heard at the door, and at

his hand, and asked me, with a the same moment the weak, faint voice of a man,

cordial smile that illuminated tremulously said, in the room,“ My sweet child ! my

his rugged features as sunshine lights Lucy! could they not have spared thee to me ?”

up the barest expanse of a moorland, I turned, startled by that utterance, much more

if I would care to receive a letter. than by the knock, and beheld a small slight

Care ! My heart beat, my eyes grew man, delicately featured, robed in a long dressing

moist. All the months I had been gown of some rich many-lined material, with a cap or

absent from my home I had had no fez upon his head, like some Oriental astrologer,

news of them all, and for very many weeks whose picture I remembered well in a book we

I had not even heard of my father. I children loved to peruse in our dear old farmstead,

reached out my hand eagerly for the misBriar Grange ; a book of wondrous tales and parables,

A sive. Sergeant Gurney gave it to me. It whose title was “ The Arabian Nights."

was a bulky packet, and gave promise of much He bent over his child tenderly, she looked up at news. The superscription to him with love and gentle patience mingled in her

Ensign Benjamin Holbeck, gaze.“ Dear father,” she said, “pray do not trouble

The Fort, yourself greatly about me. Thanks to this good gentle

Plymouth, man, it is only my arm; and they, father, they---" she hesitated; "you know they could not guess, was in my father's handwriting. Another letter was

I thought she meant the Royalists could enclosed in this one. It was written, as I could see, not know that they wounded a friend and not a foe, by my sister Lettice, who is the fairest writer of but yet a pang shot through my heart that she would us all. make excuse perhaps for some Royalist officer. At that moment, just as I promised myself so

The doctor entered, a round, rubicund, jolly man, rich a treat, I was summoned to the presence of our whom I knew somewhat. I just stayed to hear his Captain, and despatched on military duty to Thornfirst opinion. There was every hope, he said, that she hill to Major Leyton there. I put the precious would do well, with the careful nursing of Bridget. missives at once into my pocket, mounted my horse, Then he turned to me and said, jokingly!" It is not and, attended by a small detachment of musqueteers, often the fortunes of war bring us such pretty tasks rode away. Our business was to guard in some wood as yours, Ensign Holbeck."

and hay for the service of the garrison ; but when we I smiled and nodded my head in assent, to prevent conferred with the Major, he expressed his deterhis saying more, but I was in no mood for joking, mination to pursue some of the enemy's horse as and thought it best to leave, reluctant as I was to far as Knacker's Knowle, where we killed a captain of go.

the malignants and some troopers and took some Then suddenly I remembered my errand for the prisoners; but no sooner had this been accomplished, Colonel, which the event of the morning had made than we beheld ourselves surrounded by the main me wholly forget, and I was compelled to go. Lucy body of their horse, and were obliged to retreat. Woollcombe thanked me again as we parted, though I I shouted our rallying cry, “ God with us!” and should rather have thanked her, for permitting me to strove hard to get the men together where I was. help her and to be of use to her. Mr. Woolcombe But we had put ourselves sadly into their power, accompanied me to the outer door, and squeezed my and poor Major Leyton was badly wounded, not in one hand at parting. “God bless you, sir,” said he, with place or two, but in five, and at last carried off their exquisite grace and courtesy. “I cannot deem a man prisoner. my enemy who has proved himself my friend.” This made me quite desperate, and I spurred my

• You are too kind, Mr. Woollcombe. May I horse furiously, and as eagerly urged on our men, entreat you to permit me to call and inquire for Miss who, seeing that they must either fly or be taken, kill Woollcombe?"

or be killed, attacked their adversaries fiercely in I was so afraid he would refuse.

single combat for a few moments, as if they had " My house is always open to my friends, sir," he determined to fight, and then put spurs likewise to said, laying stress on the last word, and with that their steeds, and so got away. same perfection of manners for which the gentlefolk But no applause or approval was to reward us for Royalists are noted.

the action. Major Leyton had transgressed his orders, My heart was light at this assurance. But I had and would have to bear reprimand, if he ever comes now_to consider whether it were best to return to back to us, in addition to his present wounds. What the Fort and report what had happened, or to pro- forced me to fly the faster was the remembrance of ceed to Frankfort Gate, and discover whether I had my letters, which, as I had not yet read them, so I been superseded in my errand. After some little could not tell whether they contained anything of consideration I decided on the former. My news moment concerning the affairs of this country, though had preceded me, but I was somewhat harshly re- I reflected that my father's wisdom was too deep to primanded for staying longer than sufficient time to make it likely that any risk had been run. We rode ensure the lady's safety among her friends. Another slowly when we drew nearer to Plymouth and within messenger had been sent to Frankfort Gate.

our own lines, and the steps of our horses were yet

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more tardy as we passed over the drawbridge at Terror spring, which he says is a busy time with him, and Fort, into the town.

will give him less reasonable leisure to enjoy the Our welcome was scant, indeed, when we reported company of his wife, as he must attend the markets. the ill success of our mission, all the good we had He bids me tell thee that he is so well pleased with accomplished being that while the skirmish was her good sense and reasonable temper in all things, proceeding, some of the needed lay and wood had that he groweth fonder of her every day. And been able to get into Plymouth.

Miriam, I may add, seems well content likewise. But as the Major was answerable for the business, Grandmother is well and cheerful; I may say of her, and he could not be here himself to take the blame, as Master Thackeray does of my sister, I grow fonder no further steps were taken, and in a few hours I of her every day. And as I grow to love her, I de. had the leisure I desired for reading my letters. sire to acquaint thee, my dear father, with the knowThus ran my father's, which I read first :

ledge, which I know will not be unwelcome to thee, that “ Horncastle, Lincolnshire,

the holy things she loves have a deeper and a more October 12, 1643.

abiding interest for me now than they ever had “ My Dear Son - Yesterday the cause of God had before, so that we often“ take sweet counsel toa great victory in these parts. Our Colonel Crom-gether” concerning the things of the kingdom of

God. well led us successfully against the forces of the enemy. Our watchword in this fight was “ Re

“My mother bids me inform thee that Jonathan ligion"; that of the foe “ Cavendish.” The engage: thyself and dear Ben. He has only once been overligion”; that of the foe “Cavendish.” The engage Thorp has been beliaving well during the absence of as our men had knowledge of the enemy's coming they taken in his too-frequent fault of indulgence in were very full of joy and resolution, thinking it a great strong waters, and feels the responsibility upon him mercy that they should now fight with him. ”Our concerning the cattle and the tillage and the corn. men went on in several bodies, singing Psalms, in The harvest is getting well on, and there is a fair which harmonious exercise thou wilt not be slow to yield. Spotty's calf has died and the old horse believe, my dear Ben, that thy father took part. Our Springer : these are the only accidents that have bearmies met at the hamlet of Wincely, and our beloved fallen the animals; all else prospereth, save that Colonel had a near chance of his life, having his horse mother suffereth from headache, owing, she says, to killed under him, and he being knocked down again anxiety on thy account, dear father, and on the acimmediately he rose ; his adversary, one Sir Ingram count of Ben. Patience is finely as full of kindness Hopton, was himself killed later on. We chased them

to all as is her wont; Miriam hath much in her head on to this place, and this battle must decide the war strive to be as useful as I can to all

, though I often

regarding Master Thackeray and her marriage; I in these parts, they being thoroughly and even strive to be as useful as I can to all, though I often shamefully beaten. To God be all the glory! Our fail in my duty, and am ever too fond of reading, Colonel, spite of his adventure, is well, and full of mother says, to make a clever housewife. Yet I can heart to prosecute this business. I send thee on, my

make loving daughter, and such, my father dear son, a letter from thy sister Lettice, because it

thee thy

LETTICE. is full of news, for which I imagine thy heart is by sending to Ben at Plymouth, mother hopes thou

“P.S.-If there is any way thou canst contrive of this time hungry. When opportunity comes let me know of thy welfare. From what I hear of

wilt do thy best to forward some news to him,

you without direct news, I think thou wilt have learned especially this concerning my sister Miriam, and her to love a porridge meal by this time. The Lord help great desire to hear some news of him. She would thee if reduced to great straits. It is good for a very greatly prefer that you had been together. Also man,' saith the Scripture, “that he bear the yoke in his she hopes he will make a push to send news of him

self to us.

L. H.” youth.' I am well, save for a trifling wound received yesterday in my left fore-arm, which I make no doubt has already begun to heal. Keep thyself from all

I felt when I had ended these letters as if I were hurtful snares of the enemy of thy soul's peace, and no longer in Plymouth Fort, but in the beloved old be assured of the love of thy father. Sergeant Gurney, home, Briar Grange. It is strange how these letters, through whom this will come to thee, is a good man, sent life to the past life at the farm. Every member

the first I had received, transported me from my preand worthy of thy confidence.” This is the letter of my sister Lettice:

of the family was as distinctly before me as if the

words of my sister had been pictures, and I was lost “ Brier Grange, September 18, 1643.

in contemplation of them for quite a long while"My DEAR AND HONOURED FATHER,- This brings to lost till approaching darkness had acquainted me you our affection and gratitude to God for your pre- with the fact that I must report myself, and then seek servation from the perils of war to the date of your my bed. letter, which was very welcome to us all, my

mother Regular rations I had now ceased to expect or especially. Her anxiety has become great on account to take; there was barely enough for the common of Ben, of whom she hears nothing, nor can expect soldiers, who could not obtain any elsewhere; we to do for some while, now that he is separated from officers shifted for ourselves as best we could in the you, and sent so very far away from us all. She is matter of food. My father's dry playfulness about grieved that there was a necessity for this, but tries the porridge would have been exchanged to anxiety to feel that what you consented to must be the best had he known how often I went supperless to for him. Master Thackeray is well content with bed. your decision respecting my sister Miriam, only I should have gone in that condition much wishful that the marriage might be sooner than the oftener, but for Mrs. Tonkin's great kindness. She How I Fared at the Siege of Plymouth.


had made me promise to come to her house every also attired in a loose dressing-gown that doubtless day at eleven, when it was possible, that I might enabled her poor arm to be more at ease. share their dinner; and unless I made my appear- It was, of course, in a sling, and her face was pale ance at some other hour, if prevented then, she was and somewhat worn with the weariness of pain. I almost offended. So I was happily sure of one good think I felt the more nearly drawn to her on that meal at least, of which I was indeed thankful. The account. The tint of her robe was blue, which connext day, feeling glad and important because of my trasted well with the delicate fairness of her skin. letters, I carried them with me to show to her and They looked up at me with one accord, from the rare Dick. Dick was still at home, the wound having de- china tea-service before which they were seated, as veloped some ugly features, festering, and proving my name “ Ensign Holbeck," pronounced in a rather very obstinate and painful indeed. He chafed a good gruff voice by Bridget at the door, proclaimed my deal at not being able to take his new duty. The presence. bravery he had shown before he was captured at “ Welcome, Mr. Holbeck," said Mr. Woollcombe, Fort Stamford had led to his being promoted to a rising. “Nay, Lucy, my darling, sit still ; I am sure lieutenancy, and all the family were proud of their your kind deliverer will understand how weak and ill young officer, as well they might be.

you still must be.” There was never a more popular promotion in the Lucy's pale cheeks flushed the most lovely crimarmy than this of my friend. Everyone loved him, son as she held out her left hand to me. and he was well deserving of their love. Dick Mr. Woollcombe drew a third chair between him. Tonkin was one of those large-souled generous young self and his daughter, and, before I could occupy it, fellows, who rejoice in advancing other people and Bridget had brought another of the exquisite porceare careless of themselves. He never seemed to lain cups, and Miss Woollcombe with her left hand miss doing another a kind turn, and his bright young skilfully poured out of the small tea-pot a cup of the face, his cheery smile, his gay laugh, made him fragrant mixture called bohea, a beverage but reidolised almost by the soldiers. He was fiery in con-cently introduced into England, but which is swiftly flict, but never bitter, impetuous to gain an advan- making its way as a favourite drink. A plateful of tage for the cause he loved, and too just to be mean thin biscuits, much affected among the well-to-do in regard to a foe.

with this drink, and hence called tea-biscuits, was also brought for me, and I was made perfectly at

home. CHAPTER VI.The Other Side.

“I have expected you sooner, Mr. Holbeck,” said

my host, as soon as I had apologised for intruding F course I availed myself, as at such a time, and for the trouble I had given. soon as possible, of the per- "Did you not care how my poor little girl progressed, mission I had received from though you took such pains to save her from worse Mr. Woollcombe to visit him- harm ? " self and his daughter. But “Oh! father,"cried Lacy, in a tone of remonstrance, I had not been able to go "Mr. Holbeck has often inquired for me of Bridget ;

as I should have do please to remember of how little consequence I done, had my movements am, save to you." been entirely under my own These words were spoken with a sincerity that none control.

could doubt, and an eager wish to make it apparent The desire truly had never I had done even more than my duty.

been wanting. Not a day, “ Miss Woollcombe is too modest," I answered, hardly an hour, had passed since that morning colouring and stammering with my feelings and my when I had carried the bruised and wounded and words ; " nothing is of more moment to me than her bleeding maiden home from the Hoe to her father's condition.” house, without thoughts of sweet Lucy Wooll- I did not know whether I had now said too much combe. I tried my best to think but little of the in the opinion of Lucy's father, but at all events he ugly fact that she was a malignant, unless popular let the subject drop, and asked me, "How goes the opinion and belief did her grievous wrong; I dwelt war, young sir ?” rather on those soft charms of look and form and I was mindful to whom I was talking when I manner that had engraved themselves upon my entered upon that subject, so I answered him guardheart for ever. Civil war was indeed a wicked and edly, but, without any desire on my part, the learned atrocious thing if it separated two young people and gertlemanly cavalier found it easy to bring the who had never done each other wrong, and had subject round to the point on which the whole matter no other desire-at least, I firmly believed this— turned, namely, as to whether it was right to oust a than to do each other good.

king from his inherited right over a nation to whose Bridget answered my knock, with a squaring government he succeeded as the son of his father, of her wooden-like face that did duty for what simply because a certain class of men chose to conwould have been a smile in more rounded and pliant sider that they, and not he, were the judges of what features; she opened the door of a sitting-room, and was the King's duty. bade me enter. The sight that met my eyes was, to The quiet incisive way in which he treated the me at least, most delightful and inviting. At a matter, I must confess, presented difficulties to my small round table, near a bright wood fire, were mind with which I was not prepared to grapple. seated Mr. Woollcombe, dressed just as I had seen “ I do not, for one moment, you must quite underhim on the previous occasion, and his lovely daughter, stand, doubt the sincerity of your party, I only doubt






their fairness and their power according to the divine I as quickly determined to do my best, and Mr. law, which assuredly should govern us all, to take Woollcombe, still seated at the spinnet, struck in a away from our King the authority they have hitherto chord liere und there, that made the singing, I hope, recognised in him."

less objectionable. Lucy lay on her couch and listened, "I cannot argue skilfully, Mr. Woollcombe," I said, not, I think, displeased. “nor have I considered these matters with so much I like that,” she said softly, when I had finished. ability as you have; I only know that unjust imposts - Never forget, Mr. Holbeck," said the old Royalist, and unfair dealing are not to be borne, even in a king, with some emotion in his fine features and noble unless he has fools for subjects."

expressive countenance, “ that heart answereth to Mr. Woollcombe laughed, a sweet, playful laugh, heart, even when politics are at variance." that could not make you angry, and yet gave you a We were silent for a little time, and the shadows hint that he thought what you said was simply a lengthened and twilight was fast merging into darklaughing matter.

Reluctant as I was to go, I dared not stay “You merely assert these things, Mr. Holbeck, longer, and took my leave. Both father and daughter you cannot prove them, can you ?

invited me, the one frankly, the other timidly, to come "Indeed, I can, sir," I began, hotly enough. again.

• Stop a moment. I grant you can prove that our I had promised my parents that I would not neglect august and beloved King has had unjust and unwise to pray. It had often seemed to me a mere outside ministers, who have brought his name into evil repute performance of a duty which I had undertaken, and amongst his subjects. I know perfectly what you therefore would not shirk. But, to-night, as I thought would present against him-illegal taxation, inter- of Lucy Woollcombe, my thoughts were surely prayers. ference with representation, but be sure you blame My dreams were now continually about her; waking the right man for these errors.'

or sleeping, her sweet face, her fairy form were ever “What sort of a king is he," I asked, “who will before me. I determined to see her again almost allow himself to be a puppet in the hands of others ? " immediately, but my intentions were altogether

** Truly,” said Mr. Woollcombe, “I can hardly frustrated, and that painfully. allow my King to be called a puppet in my house."

(To be continued.) He said this so gently, so kindly, he made me feel as if I had broken the laws of common courtesy. “Do not think I blame you," he added; "it will take much personal consideration and much knowledge to alter

A HANDFUL OF EARTH. your opinions, which have been founded on your father's well-considered antipathy to monarchical

ERE is a problem, a wonder for all to see,

my hand : institutions. But come, what say you, Lucy, our dry This is magic surprising, a mystery discourse wearies you ; can you sing for us, my Strange as a miracle, harder to understand. child ? "

What is it? only a handful of earth ; to your touch Miss Woollcombe certainly looked tired, but she A dry, rough powder you trample beneath your feet, brightened at her father's request.

Dark and lifeless; but think for a moment how much • Yes, if you accompany me, dear father, and if

It hides and holds of that which is lovely and sweet. Mr. Holbeck will excuse a weak voice.”

Think of the glory of colour! The red of the rose, I joyfully welcomed this diversion from politics to

Green of the myriad leaves and the fields of grass, music. Mr. Woollcombe sat down to the old-fashioned

Yellow, as bright as the sun, where the daffodil blows,

Purple where violets nod as the breezes pass. spinnet and accompanied with much skill the rather feeble, but sweet voice of his daughter as she sang :

Think of the manifold form of the oak and the vine,

Nut, and fruit, and cluster, and ears of corn ;

Of the anchored water-lily, a thing divine,
• Let me know some little joy ;
We that suffer long annoy,

Unfolding its dazzling snow to the kiss of morn.
Are contented with a thought,

Think of the delicate perfumes borne on the gale,
Through some idle fancy wrought;

Of the golden willow catkin's odour of spring.
Oh! let my joys have some abiding."

Of the breath of the rich narcissus waxen pale,

Of the sweet pea's flight of flowers, of the nettle's sting. I recognised the words, and I did not like them less

Strange that this lifeless thing gives vine, flower, tree, that they were from my little book of poems, by the Colour and shape and character; fragrance, too, twin poets, Beaumont and Fletcher.

That the timber that builds the house, the ship for the sea, One or two more songs followed, but Miss Wooll

Out of this powder its strength and its toughness drew! combe's weakness would not allow of very much strain.

That the cocoa among the palms should suck its milk “Do you not sing, Mr. Holbeck ?" she asked.

From the dry dust; while dates from the self-same soil

Summon their sweet rich fruit ; that our shining silk Nothing that you would care to hear," I answered.

The mulberry's leaves should yield to the worm's slow Will you let us judge ? " asked her father,

toil. We are more apt to sing psalms than songs," I How should the poppy steal sleep from the very source answered again.

That grants to the grape-vine juice that can madden or I hope you don't regard us as heathen folk," said cheer?

How does the weed find food for its fabric coarse Lucy, with some archness. • One of my favourite

Where the lilies proud their blossoms pure uprear ? pieces for singing is the psalm, The Lord my Shepherd is ;' may I beg you to sing it for me now?" Who shall compass or fathom God's thought profound ? How could I refuse, yet how could I sing? My

We can but praise, for we may not understand;

But there's no more beautiful riddle the whole world round rough northern accent sounded such a stern contrast Than is hid in this heap of dust I hold in my hand. to the sweet tenderness of her southern voice ; but

Youth's Companion.



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