The Argosy — page 261: what you’re looking at

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244 In Sunny Clumes. out to sea, which is tempestuous and agitated. But too mary find’ a horrible death in the midst of their vigorous life. They are buried in a living tomb, to be discovered eighteen centuries later, charred © and petrified. And after all that time, pity and sympathy are still aroused, and the flesh creeps and the nerves thrill at the awful doom. Was it. destroyed for its wickedness, like the Cities of the Plain? Or was it simply an act of nature guided by an unerring Hand, carry- ing with it a mercy, which we have no right to doubt was there, simply because we cannot raise the veil which separates us from the infinite and confines our vision? For here we see through a glass darkly ; and only because we are unable to trace the end from the beginning in the life of a nation, individually or collectively, is so much that now happens to us apparently full of contradiction and hard to be understood. A RIVEDERCI. So I shall meet thee otherwhere, Small matter were it near or far ; To me you still were fairest fair, Till time the crystal gates unbar. Since in the bygone days of golden weather— sped all too soon beneath a cloudless sky— We learnt afresh the sweetness of together Unsorrowed by the sadness of good-bye. So I may greet thee, whatsoe’er The manner of your greeting be; \ Some lingered sweetness yet shall fare, | For old sake’s sake to you and me. ! And ever, though its joy be fraught with sorrow, Some torch of hope may light a beacon-ray, is To mark the dawning of a brighter morrow, And teach our hearts the meaning of to-day. P, SHAW JEFFREY, CORNIELIOO KS aeoy an)