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168 A DREAM OF NABONASSAK.
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like deeper angel , str ' s anger wings beauty . Suddenl , and y the she sunbeams started up g . lanced i ( Oh ! around your medi them
cine , Harry , I had quite forgotten your medicine ! " Dancing and singing she went to the table and took the bottle in her hand .
I saw it all ! I knew what it was . Hold her ! Stay her hand !! Angels of heaven , stay her hand !
Cannot I see that man riding for life ?—for life—to tell of the mistake , to dash the deadly draught away !
Oh God ! she is pouring it out . " Florence , my child ! Florence ! " I am kneeling to
_her—** Florence , dash it from you , there is death in every drop ! It will . Mil him , do you understand me ? he will die ! "
Alas ! alas ! flesh and blood cannot hear spirit ; I am powerless —powerless !
She holds it nearer—ah ! now thank God ! that sickly odour from which she turns away her face tells her what it is , and he is
saved ! Heavens ! no ! that odour , strong though it be , tells her nothing .
What does she know of such things ? she does not even know onedrug from another .
" Harry , I wish they would make medicine nice here , as they do in France ; this is nasty stuff I am afraid . I have a great mind
to fling it out of window instead of giving it to you . " " Yes , yes , Florence ! for pity ' s sakemy child , far—far as you
, can throw it . " Oh , for a few moments of time ! See the man how fast he rides ! he strains every nerve . With set lips , with clenched
hand , with whip and spur he dashes onwards—his pale face streams , his horse foams ; will he be in time ? Oh , God ! will no
angel help him ? It is too late ! he has drunk it now , and kissed the beautiful hand that gave it .
" Sing me to sleep , Florence , now , for I am tired with our long talk . Stop , first kiss medarling , and let me hold your hand
, while I sleep . " The last kiss , the last words she shall ever hear his lips utter on
earth ! Unconscious of her woe she sits by his side , and sings to him softly , all the murmuring sounds of summer her
accompaniment" I ' m happy as the sunshine Or That the rivers fills the bri earth ht that with kiss glee the , liht
As they go dancing g to the sea . g " I'm happy as a birdlove
, , Who As joyous trills his and as the free leaves , amon To his mate song upon the tree . g
" I The ' m happy winsome as the honey bee - , bee love ,
In sunny hours from summer , flowers
Drinking sweets so thirstingly .
168 A Dream Of Nabonassak.
168 A DREAM OF NABONASSAK .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1862, page 168, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111862/page/24/
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