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Under the Linden Tree. : 69 ‘ack against the wall, listening for the sweet, rich, harmonious voice that had made one of Mary Drummond’s great attractions, and that he had listened to so often in the days gone by. ‘* Close to my dreaming heart | ‘Years long and weary You stood that day ; Have passed since that day ; ‘The time of our life had come Love, Hope and Happiness To say Yea, or Nay. Soon faded away. I looked long in your face, | Your life is your own life, As you turned it away ; Go you your own way ! If ever Hope lighted my heart, My soul and your soul It died out that day ! Parted that day! ’”’ *“A lovely song—but what strange words!” exclaimed one of the ladies. She glanced at him again as she concluded. He stood there against the wall, lost in reverie; the parting under the linden tree that long-past night, and his own folly bitterly present to him. “Oh, you are here, Mary! I have been looking for you.” She drew her gloves on, went forward and put her arm within her Ousband’s, “They are bound up in one another, I can see that; and I have deserved it all,” thought Edward Sefton. ‘She was atrue and loving girl! no other girl like her in the world. Like many another, I #rasped the shadow and lost the substance!” ES tat FORGIVEN. I DID you once a wrong, O tender friend, In the old years, before you went away, And this wrong lies upon me still to-day, And will be mine, I doubt not, to the end. Morn brings it, and it wakes with me at night, Spring buds afresh, and still that wrong breaks forth ; Or, from the icy chambers of the North, Winter reveals it still in sterner light. If shame could kill, then I had died of shame ; Could strength atone, then I had given my youth ; And now, years after, there remains the truth— I wronged my friend—'twill ever be the same. Yet sometimes, like a glance of sudden sun, There flashes out an ever new surprise, in the divine compassion of your eyes : And then I could not wish the deed undone! G. B. STUART. CONnnicloOolKSs (SO) am