The Argosy — page 399: what you’re looking at

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378 Under Northern Skies. dark and grimy gave place to quieter houses, clean and white. A weir in front of us, evidently not to be passed, and just on this side of it our landing stage. The very first person on shore to greet our eyes was the second- class lady passenger who had been on board the first steamer, attended by her devoted husband. Her note book was conspicuous, but the lace parasol was nowhere. She still looked the essence of neatness ; a comely woman who knew how to set herself off to the best advantage. She gave us an involuntary flash of recognition as we landed ; then turned to her inferior half with a look of consterna- tion, as if for once she had not seized her opportunity. ‘‘ My beloved Theophilus,” we heard her murmur, “this also we might have done—ought to have done!” We heard no more, but went our way; a long line of houses to the right, trees and water to the left; a very picturesque scene. We enquired our way to the Stadshotellet > and looked about us to see how far the venerable and learned atmosphere of the university town had overshadowed place and people. —=tosnt<=— LOST LOVE. Many and many a day she sat On the swelling sands by the sea; Many and many a day she sighed: ‘‘ Come back, oh, my love, to me! ” And over the sea, to the far-off south, And out to the west looked she; And many and many a ship went by, But never again came he. ‘* Oh, fair and sweet were the words he spoke When he saw me first that day; Oh, he was the best and bravest man, And I could not say him nay. The fairest lover, the strongest man, And shun me all who may, He loved me well, and he loves me still, Far and far away.” But the warm days fled, and the leaves fell dead, And the winds swept over the sea; ‘© Oh, wild, wild waves,” in her grief she said, ‘‘ Hide him for ever from me!” And the wild waves rose, and the wild, wild wind Blew out from the caves of the sea; A ship went down, and a man was lost— Bitterly then wept she. A grave scooped out on the yellow sands, And a grave down under the sea— Two plighted spirits wander apart Till the end of the world shall be. GEORGE COTTERELL. CORNICLOOKS (E©) im