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    * Sleep , my child ! and take thy rert , Sleep ! as on thy mother ' breast , Sleep ! my bird , within thy nest , Nor restless move . God will guard thee with his care , —• All things good and all things fair Bless thee in thy leavy lair , With looks of love .

    Sleep , my child ! O take thy rest , Sleep ! as on thy mother s breast , Sleep ! my bird , within thy nest , Nor restless move . * Things that fly on gauzy wing , L . ulling thee , forget their sting ! Airs come sweetly whispering .

    And cool the grove ! Though the sun , with scorching heat , Try to pierce thy green retreat , Like soft wings the branches meet , To shade my dove . Then sleep , my child ! O take thy rcgt , Sleep ! as on thy mother ' s breast , Sleep ! my bird , within thy nest ,

    Nor restless move , j Her voice died away in a murmur ; she ceased to touch the cradle ; she looked down upon the sleeper for a moment , mournfully shook her head , and then stepping back a pace , ingeniously twisted the boughs so as entirely to conceal the cradle from view . While returning slowly to the place by which she had entered , the expression of her face and figure changed . A deep gloom settled on the brow , and her whole

    appearance was that of a being weighed down with the heaviest Borrow . She rested against the fence in a half sitting , half standing posture , scarce seeming to know that she did so . Her eyes fixed , she becamenot paler—she could not—but the shadows on her face deepened almost into blackness . One hand was laid upon the fence—she grasped the handkerchief at her chest , as if to crush the viper that was gnawing

    within . Oh , the bitterness of that agony I as thought chased thought , each one seeming to deepen the characters that misery had written so strongly upon her brow . At last she started as if an adder had stung her ; pressed her hands tightly to her forehead ; heaved a sigh that seemed to shake her whole frame ; and then stole gently to take one more look at the unconscious slumberer . She came back with a calmer

    brow and steadier step—caught up her hat—sent one more searching glance round the inclosure—threw a blessing from her eyes upon the peaceful little covert—and was out of sight in an instant . ' Thank God , I have seen her happier ! ' was the traveller ' s first thought , as he saw her no longer—he felt if it had not been bo , the

    vision of her misery would have haunted him for years . Hit next—to remain there , and watch the child till her return . And then came conjecture as to her history—plans to find it out—and when found out * to do all that could be done to mitigate her misery * While thus engaged m thought , he heard the gate , by which he had entered , open , and oa Wkmg out perceived , a man , hubitel in a rustic drew . He waft old

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1834, page 517, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2635/page/57/