...For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summei mind Snowhld in Jenooary. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all exprcssin', Tell mother see how metiers stood, And gin 'eru both her blessin'. Then her red come back...

...teary roun' the lashes. For she was jest the quiet kind, whose naturs never vary Like streams thet keep a summer mind snow-hid in Jenooary. The blood...her heart felt glued too tight for all expressin', Till mother see how matters stood, an' gin 'em both her ble^sin'. Then her red come back, like the...

...upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, An' kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressing Tell mother see how metters stood, And gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back...

...For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never varv, Like streams that keep a summer mind Suowhid clay ; Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair, No stone is there to sh expressing Tell mother see how metters stood, And gin 'em both her blcssiu'. Then her red come back...

...call agin " ; Says she, "Think likely, Mister" ; Thet last word pricked him like a pin. An' .... Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips,...mother see how metters stood, And gin 'em both her blesstn . Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay o' Fundy, An' all I know is they was...

...For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer miiu! 103 ho soar, but never roam, — True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! WILLIAM WORUSWO metiers stood, And gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay...

...pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, |U1 kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes....Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metiers stood, And gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay...

..." Think likely, Mister;" That last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. For she was Jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never...Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metiers stood, And gin 'em both her blessin'. An' all I know is they was cried In inert in' come nex'...

...likely', Mister;" That last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bhneby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin'...Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metiers stood, And gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay...

...he up an1 kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily ronn' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes'...clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all cxpressin', Tell mother see how metiers stood, An' gin 'em both her hlessin'. > Then her red come back...