The Argosy — page 215: what you’re looking at

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196 The House of Halliwell. ‘Pursuit !” reiterated the irritated Lawyer Freer. at night, and ten hours’ start! be now ? your power to perform them, in a way you won't like.” “TI wish he would,” answered the browbeaten parson. he’d unlicense St. Luke’s for marriages. all in a day, than one wedding. I would indeed.” So Mr. Tom Elliot got clear off with his prize. (Zo be continued. ) VERSES. ARE your grave eyes graver growing ? Sweetheart, may I look, At the mighty thoughts which move you In the poet’s book? Stay not in the lazy shade, With the drowsy roses, Come into the woods and see Where I find my posies. Has the buried singer left us Songs to make you weep? Are you saddened by the sorrow That his numbers keep ? Or were all the songs he gave us Born in happy hours ? Come with me, he found his music Where I find my flowers. Where a little mossy pathway Lies beside the stream, Long ago the poet lingered ; Sun and pale star-beam Touched his lips, while there he wandered, Summer-time and spring, And the mighty woods and river Taught him how to sing. “ Eight o’clock What use do you think pursuit would And I would advise you, sir, as a lawyer, not to counte- nance these clandestine matches in future, or your bishop may stop “T wish I’d rather do fifty funerals, CAROLINE RADFORD. (E(@) m (¢ I00kK