o aligered out Adèle, I entered treat upstairs.

    o ion for ermined not to spend time in a tête-à-tête conversation. I remembered o sing—good singers generally do. I  myself, and, in idious judgment, no musician, eit I deligening tice, treated o give me a song. c ime; but I averred t no time .

    “Did I like his voice?” he asked.

    “Very muc fond of pampering t susceptible vanity of  for once, and from motives of expediency, I imulate it.

    “t play t.”

    “Very ry.”

    I did try, but ly s off tool and denominated “a little bungler.” Being puso one side— t on till trees and dim lao a s air ones train:—

    “truest love t ever

    Felt at its kindled core,

    Did tart,

    tide of being pour.

    her coming was my hope each day,

    ing was my pain;

    t did eps delay

    as ice in every vein.

    I dreamed it would be nameless bliss,

    As I loved, loved to be;

    And to t did I press

    As blind as eagerly.

    But he space

    t lay our lives between,

    And dangerous as the foamy race

    Of ocean-surges green.

    And ed as a robber-path

    through wilderness or wood;

    For Mig, and oe and rath,

    Bets stood.

    I dangers dared; I hindrance scorned;

    I omens did defy:

    ever menaced, harassed, warned,

    I passed impetuous by.

    On sped my rainbo as light;

    I flew as in a dream;

    For glorious rose upon my sight

    t child of Shower