...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak -leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows ou the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses...

...purity-kissed. EVANGELINE. BY MALCOLM DOUGLAS. "Fair was she to behold, this maiden of seventeen summers, lilack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wavside, lilack, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses." LIKE Longfellow's...

...in the idyl, and lives in the human breast, this angelic Evaugeline pride of the village :— "Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-aide, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the browashade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath...

...all the unconscious affection of a changeling." Here is Longfellow's description of Evangeline: Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Compare this with what the Swedish poet Runeberg writes of one of his characters: Blushing she stood...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were bis locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath otliine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the suow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses i Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oakleaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that fe^d in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tressee ? Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest...

...with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. | Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, i Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! : Sweet was her breath...

...village." " Fair was she to hehold, that maiden of seventeen Bummers, Black were her eyes as the herry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed heneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the...