The Argosy — page 227: what you’re looking at

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212 A Word for Our Militia. soon be forgotten or die away ; and I feel certain that such little acts of kindness towards one branch of our noble army (surely due to men training to shed their blood, if need be, for us), is one way of fulfilling the royal law, hitherto among the many, many things left undone that we ought to have done—is one way in which the women of England, mm a womanly way, by the all-powerful gentle influence of woman, can kelp to close the great gulf between the different grades in our great GOWNS. ‘* For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.” One way of knitting tegether the different members into one glorious body, into one fold, under one Shepherd—or rather, one great army, mnder the one great Captain of our Salvation, who will reward all His faithful soldiers at the last, in the land that is very far off—even that land where there shall be no need to learn war any more. —~2-@ go LF Res - TO A SEA-SHELL. a HY pink lip has been kissed by ocean spray, And blooms the brighter for the fond embrace— How oft repeated he that loves may say— Whose tender memory time will not efface. Is not thine ear still filled with the soft grace ‘Of many a whispered vow and dulcet lay!’ Which greeted thee by happy night and day In the long past ; in some far distant place ? Yes, for thy lip is murmuring in thy sleep The secrets told thee by thy kingly love ; We hear the echo of the mighty deep If close thy dainty form we bend above : Can time or space resist the earnest will ? Is not thy dear one’s presence with thee still? EMMA RHODES, Gomicboo S