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From all his wild companions flown; Tears, strange till then, his eyes bedim, He wanders all alone. Blushing he glides where'er she moves, Her greeting can transport him; To every mead to deck his love, The happy wild-flowers court him. Sweet hope and tender longing ye The growth of life's first age of gold, When the heart, swelling, seems to see The gates of heaven unfold.

Through every winding of the hills I crept No valley so remote but I explored it; Nay, even at the glacier's ice-clad base, I sought and found the homes of living men; And still, where'er my wandering footsteps turned, The self-same hatred of these tyrants met me.

At least, where'er I go, I'll meet no long nose, nor short nose, nor snub nose patriots there; nor puir gowks stealing the deil's tools to do God's wark wi'. Out among the eternities an' the realities it's no that dreary outlook, after a', to find truth an' fact naught but truth an' fact e'en beside the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched!" "God forbid!" said Katie.

She learned that Plover and Minniemashie Lakes were world-famed for their beauteous wooded shores and gamey pike and bass not to be equalled elsewhere in the entire country; that the residences of Gopher Prairie were models of dignity, comfort, and culture, with lawns and gardens known far and wide; that the Gopher Prairie schools and public library, in its neat and commodious building, were celebrated throughout the state; that the Gopher Prairie mills made the best flour in the country; that the surrounding farm lands were renowned, where'er men ate bread and butter, for their incomparable No. 1 Hard Wheat and Holstein-Friesian cattle; and that the stores in Gopher Prairie compared favorably with Minneapolis and Chicago in their abundance of luxuries and necessities and the ever-courteous attention of the skilled clerks.

This was their last halt on the journey home to Ion. " to the guiltless heart, where'er we roam, No scenes delight us like our much-loved home." Robert Hillhouse.

'tis he who once below Man's pathway trod in toil and woe; And burdened ones where'er he came Brought out their sick and deaf and lame. The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, 'Jesus of Nazareth passeth by! "Ho, all ye heavy-laden, come! Here's pardon, comfort, rest, and home. Ye wanderers from a Father's face, Return, accept his proffered grace.

CAJETAN. Don Manuel sent me hither. BOHEMUND. I obey My Lord Don Caesar. CAJETAN. To the eldest born Thy master reverence owes. BOHEMUND. The world belongs To him that wins! CAJETAN. Unmannered knave, give place! BOHEMUND. Our swords be measured first! CAJETAN. I find thee ever A serpent in my path. BOHEMUND. Where'er I list Thus will I meet thee! CAJETAN. Say, why cam'st thou hither To spy?

Burlingame goes in for lookin' like a picture in a frame gold seals hangin' beyant his vestpocket, broad silk cord to his eye-glass, loose flowin' tie, and long hair-makes him look pretentuous and showy. But your 'Mr. Kerry, sir, he don't have any tricks to make him look like a doge from Veenis and all the eyes of the females battin' where'er he goes.

Soon broke over that crowd of human beings the well-known hymn, sung by a full choir and echoed by a responding people, "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more."

Then she called to mind her brother and how he lay sick in a strange land, whilst she was parted from him and knew not what was become of him; and she thought of all that had befallen her with the Bedouin and of her severance from her father and mother and native land; and the tears ran down her cheeks and she repeated the following verses: May God keep watch o'er thee, belov'd, where'er thou art, Thou that, though far away, yet dwellest in my heart!

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