The Argosy — page 67: what you’re looking at

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A Story of the Day. 37 and I think I saw a worthy imitation of that spirit a few months ago, when my wife, in her hour of utmost weakness and need of me, was the one to send me from her to my duty.” “ Ah, Ronald, you never knew then how I wavered, how I came into your presence that night in so miserable a state of indecision, that one word from you would have led me to fall from what I felt to be my duty. And if I had done so, I donot think I should ever have known an hour’ happiness again.” “And now,” he added, kissing her fondly and reverently, “ let me thank you, my own true wife and help-meet, for having Ae/ped, not hindered me in duty’s path. I hope, and think, that by your example and influence, we may lead our boy to follow in the footsteps of him for whom all England mourns ; for it is to mothers like you, Blanche, brave through their perfect unselfishness, that we must look, to train up for us sons like Gordon.” Mary DOoveTton HODGES. REMEMBRANCE. (Worps FoR Music.) Wake not, ah, wake not, voices of my playtime, Echoes that slumber, music that is gone Blossom and bud not, branches of the May-time Changes that change not, as the years run on! Vain, ah, in vain! While forward pressing ever, Fain would I close the past that lies behind, Candid and cold, the Spring-time lights discover Buds on old boughs, old tones upon the wind. Eyes, ah, sad eyes, strain on into the distance, Turn not to gaze o’er the fair scene outspread ; Ears, though ye catch the old sweet sound’s insistance, Heed not the dead past singing o’er its dead ! There are glad eyes for every bud’s new setting, Ears fain to hear gay Fancy’s voice beguile. Ah, give me but a rest and a forgetting, Till I can face Remembrance with a smile. G. B. STUART. GOMMGIO@ S (C(O