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About Norway. 219 old market Jew under similar treatment. In fact, they would not be comforted, or consoled, or pacified, and, had they been London cabmen, could not have abused us more. So we parted from the Lapps, and wended our way through the birchwood towards the steamer. Every now and then Herr X. gavea backward glance to the little Lapp who steadily followed with his lawful property—for it had been paid forin the hut. But the little old fellow showed no disposition to run off. Though they donot hesitate to charge double for their goods, in all other respects they are no doubt honest and sincere enough. They are a curious race, now somewhat dying out; and they must be seen amongst their own hills and valleys, in their own tents, in the midst of their habits and modes of life to be appreciated. We reached the steamer before twelve o’clock ; another half-hour Saw us Once more on our journey, dull skies, pouring rain, bitter cold prevailing. As long as this lasted, the pleasure of the voyage was over. Ladies put up their sketching materials, and, like the Innocents Abroad, took to their diaries with an energy that would have set Mark Twain prophesying. They looked inspired and important, compared notes, and so managed to kill time. The major portion of the community smoked, talked, took long sleeps to make up for lost opportunities, and began to think that the end of the voyage would be the beginning of eaniabes It was coming ; slowly, per- haps, but surely, — ri DRE LICL pt LOVE. Softly she comes, her garments trailing light, Like silvery ripples on a moonlit sea ; Oft know we not she’s here, so silently She stealeth on us, veiléd from our sight, Like some sweet fragrance borne on summer night, From hidden blooms which all around us be : We feel her presence, though we may not see Or know from whence we draw our strange delight. A word, a touch, may thrill us and reveal Her form asin a flash of lightning clear ; At Love’s sweet shrine we cast ourselves and kneel Trembling, in worship, she has grown so dear : | We fear to lose what took us long to find, And winged Love by flowery chains we bind. CONIIClOO© SS (CO) im —)