and Gleam.

    Still bright on clouds of suffering dim

    S soft, solemn joy;

    Nor care I now, how dense and grim

    Disasters gather nigh.

    I care not in t s,

    though all I have rushed o’er

    Srong and fleet,

    Proclaiming vengeance sore:

    ty e srike me down,

    Rigo me,

    And grinding Migh furious frown,

    Sy.

    My love tle hand

    ith in mine,

    And vo wedlock’s sacred band

    Our nature swine.

    My love h sealing kiss,

    ito live—to die;

    I  last my nameless bliss.

    As I love—loved am I!”

    o. I quailed momentarily—t scene, daring demonstration, I  ood in peril of bot be prepared—I ongue: as y, “wo marry now?”

    “t range question to be put by his darling Jane.”

    “Indeed! I considered it a very natural and necessary one: alked of ure  did ention of dying  depend on t.”

    “O I mig for such as I.”

    “Indeed it o die ime, and not be tee.”

    “ould I forgive he selfish idea, and prove my pardon by a reconciling kiss?”

    “No: I her be excused.”

    roptle t ed to marro anzas crooned in her praise.”

    I assured urally y, and t en find me so; and t, moreover, I ermined to ss in my cer before t sort of a bargain  time to rescind it.

    “ould I be quiet and talk rationally?”

    “I  if o talking rationally, I flattered myself I  now.”

    ted, pis; “you may fume and fidget as you please: but t plan to pursue ain. I like you more t