The Argosy — page 285: what you’re looking at

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266 Court Netherleigh. Oscar came up and put his arm around her, asking whether it was not time to have lights. ‘Ves. Presently.” “What in the world have you got here?” cried he. ‘A ball.” She pushed the ‘ ball” higher up, and murmured something about ‘““some paper.” “What is the matter with you, Selina? You are trembling.” “The night air, I suppose. It 1s rather chilly.” Yet the night was hot. Mr. Dalrymple immediately began to close the window. He was a minute or two over it, for one of the cords was rough and did not go well: When he turned round again his wife had left the room. ‘Selina does not seem very well,” thought Oscar, (Zo be continued. ) THE. LILY: AND THE. FLOW REF, A Lity, fair as any born to fade, Upreared her stately head to greet the sun; And nestling underneath, low in the shade, Blossomed another flow’r—a fragile one. But when she saw the sunlight streaming through The broad green leaves that sheltered her from this, And how the lily, ever fragrant, grew The stronger and the sweeter for his kiss, She murmured, saying—‘‘ Must I pine alone, Unwooed, and lacking love, who yet am fair— Perchance with beauty greater than thine own, Since thou dost hide me with such jealous care? ‘“ Thou hadst not been so queenly in thy grace Were it not thine seen and caressed to be; And who can tell but with a like embrace, In stature, as in charms, I’d rival thee.” The lly, hearing, moved her snowy crown, And zephyr-aided, drew her leaves aside}; But when at noon the eager sun looked down Upon the flow’r, it straightway drooped and died. My soul, and would’st thou rashly emulate Or envy those whose lot is higher laid? Be ever mindful of the flow’ret’s fate, Too ready to forsake her native shade, wary SYDNEY GREY. EMONNIELOIOOKS EO)