Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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THE LOST POETRY. © 19 CHAPTER III. THE ACCIDENT. “IT know not if the sunshine waste, The world is dark since theu art pone! The hours are, oh! so leaden-paced ! The birds sing and the stars float on— But sing not well and look not fair: A weight is in the summer air. WILLIs. THAT same evening, after the lamps were brought in, Mr. Percy joined the company, asking his daughter for some music. Clematis could wile strange melodies out of the old- fashioned piano; every one loved to hear her play and sing. While she complied with her father’s request, Pennon sat silently regarding her, and thinking how loth he should be to quit the stone cottage, now that his picture was finished. “Tf I could only invent another excuse,” he sighed. “ Not that any thing is to be gained by staying here, in particular—_ only the opportunity of enjoying this delightful country; and the house is so quiet and the people so pleasant—I wish they would take me as a boarder for a few weeks. A great many persons take summer boarders. I wonder if they would be displeased if I should make the proposition.” While he was musing upon the best way to broach the subject, Clematis, who had been playing some of her gayest, least soulful music, arose and moved to the lamp on the center- table. “Mamma,” she said, with a smiling face, “is it not curious, we have not only been favored by having an artist in our val- ley, but some poet has also been wandering about this vicinity. Papa found this paper out in the meadow, and brought it to me thinking it mine. It is quite like poetry—shall I read it to you ?” * ; A sudden suspicion crossed Pennon’s mind. He thrust his hand in his vest pocket with a look of dismay. “Yes, to be sure, Clematis, read it.” “Tt begins, as usual, with a title,” said the mischievous girl, with apparent gravity, “and is called, ‘At the Well”” comic books. conn