The Argosy — page 332: what you’re looking at

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Lady Arabella. 313 then they had talked themselves far past the possibility of misunder- standing. A short while and they would become man and wife. The carriage drove up, and halted near. De Chervil'e led her towards it, talking. “You will even consent to go to England, and gratify the Earl by having the marriage at home?” ‘*T will do whatever you tell me,” she answered, trying to laugh, and beginning to cry. ‘‘It is of no use for me to rebel! I have been tamed, you see, and I am glad to relinquish the charge of myself.” The family beamed with delight when the news reached them, the Earl{reading the welcome letter aloud. ‘‘ It’s hkea romance,” said his lordship. Paris went wild with astonishment: but consoled itself by deciding that the Marquis had given in to English manners and habits, until he was as mad as the maddest Briton of them all. LIFE’S SONG AND SUNSHINE. By Mrs. G. LINN-EUS BANKS, Wuy blame me that my songs are sad? | If ye would have a joyous strain, If ye would have them gay, | Bring back my youthful lyre, _ Restore me that which made me glad, Still every pulse that throbs with pain, Life’s sunshine and its May. Renew life’s fading fire. True, cloudlets flecked the rays divine, Bring round me once the loving hands Thorns hid beneath the bloom, That clasped in mine of old, But then, intoxicant as wine Open mine ears to seraph bands, Were radiance and perfume. Touching their harps of gold: And through the clust’ring pink and white | And give warm love my love to bless, What recked I of the thorn, Kind thoughts for kindly deeds ; While tint and fragrance brought delight, | Bring tenderness and gentleness And hope was newly born ? ' To staunch the heart that bleeds : But, crimson tipped, or creamy white, Obliterate the memories Each petal was a wing; Of cruel wrong and scorn, And, ah! the flowers alone took flight, If ye would have such melodies The thorns remained to stine. As joy sings in its morn. GOMNGOOO SS (CO)