The Argosy — page 120: what you’re looking at

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The Story of Charles Strange. I05 written, and the letters not have reached us. The mail from India is by no means a Safe one, he says; letters often get lost by it.” ‘By no means safe; no end of letters are lost continually,” I mur- mured, seconding old Carlen’s invention, knowing not what else to say. ‘Let us goon, Blanche. It is I who begin, I think. ‘I’ve wandered in dreams.’ ” Wandered in dreams! If this misery connected with Tom Heriot were only a dream, and not a reality ! (To be continued. ) FREDERICK IMPERATOR-REX. JUNE 15, 1888. AS never monarch lay in state, This hero lay—imperial, crowned With martyrs’ thorn his forehead bound, His throne, our hearts disconsolate. And yet for him we might not weep, The strong man armed whose feet had trod A road of anguish up to God, To whom, beloved, He giveth sleep. Tears are for feeble aims and low, Sighs are for useless lives mis-spent, For him we triumphed! well content, Even in our loss, to let him go. He and his land forget their pain, In his exceeding weight of bliss, Their everlasting crown is his Who suffer, and who also reign ! G. B. STUART. COMA @ LNOOlKS.EO