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"I' A T' r EFTi'- CPAD^- /^1"E» /TYTT"I7...
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__ - A __ A Liittiie Book This Is, Bound...
_Jkj _& d so , wavering ) _tremblings loiigiiig to recall her messeBgeiF _andi write her message ; anew , she sits and weeps while iC the ruthless ;
sees hours her rush little on maid , until of she nine hears _years a old little looking voice at say her wi Mother th eye > s _" that and ! seem as if they were
" From a babe's face ; . remember'd eyes , As That if they almost , too seemed , remembered _-rr-but th . at " . was fantasy _^ -
The mother " Lest Weeps it , should wonders scare ,, l aug the hs , child and , " makes ; her rapture soft
And asks how she came ; to which the little maid returns ambiguous answer— _"Oh , Mother ! I was brought ! " And being questioned
how she knew the Queen , _jpulled out a picture from her bosom , saying , And bade me _*' - ¦ never Long miss ago he to gave look me at it this ,
Before my daily prayers . I never did . " It was a picture of Isabel in her girlhood ,
" Seen somewhat nearer to the dewy light A Of little morn languid , but not with more the beautiful heats of noon than no " w ,
" Out She of did the not sam ask e who soft nest gave the it bu sam t she e small blush . hand 'd . treasure
She Drew To g laid ive a new you the this . I . had on ' her Mother well mother nig ,, h I f _- ' orgot s knee s told . ' message
A spray of wither ? myrtle , like a spell , T And She o summon fingers sees a castle it ; ghts and doorway before how she the and looks fixin face g at eyes it . ! .
Half light , half shadow , sorrowful , a , and proud , ! That And gentle flings — a myrtle and a lattice spray — , and wither a han ' d d then ,
S N " o , says then , a and summer weeps bud . ' Ah . me He ! went he went away away !' ! And I—I was not there when he came back ! ! if had
O I been there when he came back !' Her thoughts destroy the Past , and grasp her life
At that far point , and mould it into bliss , And Sad still she -boi looks _^ n bliss , that if to mi ght ing have from been heaven , and was not t
Looks Some medicine and s up for ees , the a face weariness now r all of hope liht ; up
And And feels drops , the herself circle upon of protecting a , ready breast arms , , g , h the
And througdream of that delicious vest Fearing ' Lo , now to I wake am come , she back hears , and a living thou voice art here , , . !'"
Thus ends this very beautiful story , whielt is rendered , through-
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1863, page 314, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071863/page/26/
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