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230 Among Untrodden Ways. placed her flowers upon the grave, and then I saw the bright tears slowly travel down the fair cheeks. ‘Ah, do not cry, mon enfant! Some day, when you have a hus- band and children, you will be happy,” said the bonne, encouragingly. ‘“My husband is in another land,” she said, still looking down. Oh, that voice! how it stirred my very soul. I moved towards her and held out my hands. “Oh, my princess,” I cried passionately, ‘not in another land, but here, here to claim you.” With a cry she threw herself upon my breast, fainting. Since then, Amie and I have together visited the enchanted valley. There were still the ruins of the Chalet. There was the grave with the withered wreath upon it, and the grass had thrown a green coverlet over poor Jacobin. Fragments of my hammock still fluttered on the trees. But the past, with its dark horror, was gone; and only the present, the present full of bliss, remained. JEANIE GWYNNE BETTANY. ~SGKPa- BY AND BY. WaywarD soul, ah, wherefore grieving ? Look on high ; Wintry clouds are surely leaving ; Soon beneath a sunny sky Nature shall awake to gladness, Birds resume their merry madness, There will be no room for sadness By and by. See you not, with cheerful presage, Spring is nigh— Read you not her loving message, In the daisy’s golden eye? Though the words be all unspoken Take we now the gracious token, Grief’s dominion shall be broken By and by. Ah, the bravest heart would often Faint and die, Were it not that hope may soften Disappointment’s bitter cry. For the longest life of sorrow, If one mighty Aid we borrow, Yet shall have a happy morrow By and by. SYDNEY GREY. COMIC OOOLKS pC) m