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and more tender; she felt how spairing to cry, or make any moan. harshly she had spoken to him, and But in the morning hope came remembered how angry she had been afresh. Another day — another She made excuses for him. “It chance! And so it went on for was no wonder,” she said to herself, weeks. Peggy understood her young " that he had been vexed with her; mistress's sorrow full well, and reand no wonder he would not give in spected it by her silence on the subwhen she had never tried to speak ject. Willie seemed happier now gently or to reason with him. She that the irritation of Michael's was to blame, and she would tell presence was removed; for the poor him so, and tell him once again all idiot had a sort of antipathy to that her mother had bade her be to Michael, which was a kind of heart's Willie, and all the horrible stories she echo to the repugnance in which the had heard about madhouses, and he latter held him. Altogether, just at would be on her side at once.this time, Willie was the happiest of

And so she watched for his com- the three. ing, intending to apologize as soon As Susan went into Coniston, to as ever she saw him. She hurried sell her butter, one Saturday, some over her household work, in order inconsiderate person told her that to sit quietly at her sewing, and they had seen Michael Hurst the hear the first distant sound of his night before. I said inconsiderate, well-known step or whistle. But but I might rather have said unobeven the sound of her flying needle servant; for any one who had spent seemed too loud-perhaps she was half an hour in Susan Dixon's comlosing an exquisite instant of antici- pany might have seen that she dispation; so she stopped sewing, and liked having any reference made to looked longingly out through the the subjects nearest to her heart, geranium leaves, so that her eye were they joyous or grievous. Now might catch the first stir of the she went a little paler than usual branches in the wood-path by which (and she had never recovered her he generally came. Now and then color since she had had the fever), a bird might spring out of the cov- and tried to keep silence. But an ert; otherwise the leaves were heavily irrepressible pang forced out the still in the sultry weather of early question: autumn. Then she would take up “Where?". her sewing, and with a spasm of “At Thomas Applethwaite's, in resolution, she would determine that Langdale. They had a kind of a certain task should be fulfilled be- harvest-home, and he were there fore she would again allow herself among the young folk, and very the poignant luxury of expectation. thick wi' Nelly Hebthwaite, old Sick at heart was she when the even- Thomas's niece. Thou’lt have to ing closed in, and the chances of look after him a bit, Susan!" that day diminished. Yet she stayed She neither smiled nor sighed. up longer than usual, thinking that The neighbor who had been speakif he were coming—if he were only. ing to her was struck with the gray passing along the distant road—the stillness of her face. Susan herself sight of a light in the window might felt how well her self-command was encourage him to make his appear- obeyed by every little muscle, and ance even at that late hour, while said to herself in her Spartan manseeing the house all darkened and ner, “I can bear it without either shut up might quench any such in- wincing or blenching." She went tention.

home early, at a tearing, passionate Very sick and weary at heart, she pace, trampling and breaking through went to bed ; too desolate and de- all obstacles of brier or bush. Wil

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lie was moping in her absence, hang- was broken, and that she feared ing listlessly on the farm-yard gate could never be pieced together again. to watch for her. When he saw her, She rose up and took Willie's hand, he set up one of his strange, inar- and the two went in slowly to the ticulate cries, of which she was now house. learning the meaning, and came to. To her surprise Michael Hurst sat wards her with his loose, galloping in the house-place. House-place is run, head and limbs all shaking and a sort of better kitchen, where no wagging with pleasant excitement. cookery is done, but which is reSuddenly she turned from him, and served for state occasions. Michael burst into tears. She sate down on a had gone in there because he was acstone by the wayside, not a hundred companied by his only sister, a yards from home, and buried her woman older than himself, who was face in her hands, and gave way to well married beyond Keswick, and a passion of pent-up sorrow, so ter- who now came for the first time to rible and full of agony were her low make acquaintance with Susan. cries, that the idiot stood by her, Michael had primed his sister with aghast and silent. All his joy gone his wishes with regard to Will, and for the time, but not like her joy, the position in which he stood with turned into ashes. Some thought Susan; and arriving at Yew Nook in struck him. Yes! the sight of her the absence of the latter, he had not woe made him think, great as the scrupled to conduct his sister into exertion was. He ran, and stumbled, the guest-room, as he held Mrs. and shambled home, buzzing with Gale's worldly position in respect his lips all the time. She never and admiration, and therefore wished missed him. He came back in a her to be favorably impressed with trice, bringing with him his cherished all the signs of property which he paper windmill, bought on that fatal was beginning to consider as Susan's day when Michael had taken him greatest charm. He had secretly into Kendal, to have his doom of said to himself that if Eleanor Hebperpetual idiotcy pronounced. He thwaite and Susan Dixon were equal thrust it into Susan's face, her hands, as to riches, he would sooner have her lap, regardless of the injury his Eleanor by far. He had begun to frail plaything thereby received. He consider Susan as a termagant; and leapt before her, to think how he when he thought of his intercourse had cured all heart-sorrow, buzzing with her, recollections of her somelouder than ever. Susan looked up at what warm and hasty temper came him, and that glance of her sad eyes far more readily to his mind than sobered him. He began to whim- any remembrance of her generous, per, he knew not why; and she now, loving nature. comforter in her turn, tried to soothe And now she stood face to face him by twirling his windmill. But with him; her eyes tear-swollen, her it was broken; it made no noise; it garments dusty, and here and there would not go round. This seemed torn in consequence of her rapid to afflict Susan more than him. She progress through the bushy by-paths. tried to make it right, although she She did not make a favorable imsaw the task was hopeless; and while pression on the well-clad Mrs. Gale, she did so, the tears rained down un- dressed in her best silk gown, and heeded from her bent head on the therefore unusually susceptible to the paper toy.

appearance of another. Nor were her * It won't do," she said at last. manners gracious or cordial. How “It will never do again." And, could they be, when she remembered somehow, she took the accident and what had passed between Michael her words as omens of the love that and herself the last time they met ? For her penitence had faded away san, on the contrary, looked to his under the daily disappointment of answer as settling her doom for life; these last dreary weeks.

and in the gloom of her eyes you But she was hospitable in sub- might have read more despair than stance. She bade Peggy hurry on, hope. the kettle, and busied herself among He shuffled his position. He the tea-cups, thankful that the pres- shuffled in his words. ence of Mrs. Gale, as a stranger, “What is it you ask? My sister would prevent the immediate recur- has said many things." rence to the one subject which she I ask you," said Susan, trying felt must be present in Michael's to give a crystal clearness both to mind as well as in her own. But her expressions and her pronunciaMrs. Gale was withheld by no such tion, “if, knowing as you do how feelings of delicacy. She had come Will is afflicted, you will help me to ready-primed with the case, and had take that charge of him that I promundertaken to bring the girl to rea- ised my mother on her death-bed son. There was no time to be lost. that I would do, and which means It had been pre-arranged between that I shall keep him always with the brother and sister that he was to me, and do all in my power to make stroll out into the farm-yard before his life happy. If you will do this, his sister introduced the subject; I will be your wife; if not, I remain but she was so confident in the suc- unwed.cess of her arguments, that she must “But he may get dangerous; he needs have the triumph of a victory can be but a trouble; his being here as soon as possible; and, accordingly, is a pain to you, Susan, not a she brought a hail-storm of good pleasure.” reasons to bear upon Susan's. Susan “I ask you for either yes or no," did not reply for a long time; she said she, a little contempt at his was so indignant at this intermed- evading her question mingling with dling of a stranger in the deep family her tone. He perceived it, and it sorrow and shame. Mrs. Gale nettled him. thought she was, gaining the day, “And I have told you. I answered and urged her arguments more piti- your question the last time I was lessly. Even Michael winced for here. I said I would ne'er keep Susan, and wondered at her silence. house with an idiot; no more I will. He shrunk out of sight, and into So now you've gotten your answer." the shadow, hoping that his sister “I have,” said Susan. And she might prevail, but annoyed at the sighed deeply. hard way in which she kept putting Come now," said Mrs. Gale, the case.

encouraged by the sigh ; "one would Suddenly Susan turned round from think you don't love Michael, Susan, the occupation she had pretended to to, be so stubborn in yielding to be engaged in, and said to him in a what I'm sure would be best for the low voice, which yet not only vi- lad." brated itself, but made its hearers “Oh! she does not care for me," vibrate through all their obtuseness: said Michael. “I don't believe she

“ Michael Hurst! does your sis- ever did.”. ter speak truth, think you ?"

Don't I? Have not I?” asked Both women looked at him for his Susan, her eyes blazing out fire. She answer. Mrs. Gale without anxiety, left the room directly, and sent for had she not said the very words Peggy in to make the tea; and they had spoken together before ? catching at Will, who was lounging had she not used the very arguments about in the kitchen, she went up that he himself had suggested ? Su- stairs with him and bolted herself in, straining the boy to her heart, and time to get through with it to-night.” keeping almost breathless, lest any Her voice had a sharp dry tone in it, noise she made should cause him to and her motions had a jerking angubreak out into the howls and sounds larity in them. which she could not bear that those Peggy said nothing, but fetched below should hear.'

her all that she needed. Susan beat A knock at the door. It was her cakes thin with vehement force. Peggy.

As she stooped over them, regardless “ He wants for to see you, to wish even of the task in which she seemed you good-by."

so much occupied, she was surprised “I cannot come. Oh, Peggy, send by a touch on her mouth of somethem away."

thing—what she did not see at first. It was her only cry for sympathy; It was a cup of tea, delicately sweetand the old servant understood it. ened and cooled, and held to her She sent them away, somehow ; not lips when exactly ready by the faithpolitely, as I have been given to un- ful old woman. Susan held it off a derstand.

hand's-breadth, and looked into “Good go with them," said Peggy, Peggy's eyes, while her own filled as she grimly watched their retreat- with the strange relief of tears. ing figures. ... We're rid of bad rub- “ Lass !" said Peggy, solemnly, bish, anyhow." And she turned “thou hast done well. It is not into the house with the intention of long to bide, and then the end will making ready some refreshment for come.” Susan, after her hard day at the mar- “ But you are very old, Peggy,” ket, and her harder evening. But said Susan, quivering. in the kitchen, to which she passed “It is but a day sin' I were young," through the empty house-place, replied Peggy; but she stopped the making a face of contemptuous dis- conversation by again pushing the like at the used tea-cups and frag- cup with gentle force to Susan's dry ments of a meal yet standing there, and thirsty lips. When she had she found Susan, with her sleeves drunken she fell again to her labor, tucked up and her working apron on, Peggy heating the hearth, and doing busied in preparing to make clap- all that she knew would be required, bread, one of the hardest and hottest but never speaking another word. domestic tasks of a daleswoman. She Willie basked close to the fire, enlooked up, and first met and then joying the animal luxury of warmth, avoided Peggy's eye; it was too full for the autumn evenings were beginof sympathy. Her own cheeks were ning to be chilly. It was one o'clock flushed, and her own eyes were dry before they thought of going to bed and burning.

on that memorable night.' But, “Where's the board, Peggy? We reader, hear my story to the end. need clap-bread ; and I reckon I've

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ROME, DEAR ROME !

IN HONOR OF THE TWELVE APOSTLES.

O CHURCH, ever holy, unerring, and pure !
Oh, portal of heaven; oh, way truly sure !
My heart turns to thee with faith and with love;
For I know thou wert founded by him from above.

Rome, Rome ; dear, dear Rome!
The home of the soul is the dear Church of Rome.

In thee we have unity, concord, and peace;
In thee is the power our sins to efface ;
In thee we see holiness splendidly shine;
In thee are sure hope and a faith that's divine;

Rome, Rome; dear, dear Rome,
In thee all is holy, oh charming old Rome !

The canonized saints thee their parent proclaim,
Confessors and martyrs own thy fond name;
As mother and nurse thee the virgins do own,
Imitators of her who gave birth to God's Son;

Rome, Rome; dear, dear Rome,
The glory of earth is the old Church of Rome !

In thee reigns sweet Mary, thy own gracious queen;
The refuge of sinners she always has been.
With Jesus in heaven she reigns and she lives,
And his graces most choice through her pleading he gives;

Rome, Rome; dear, dear Rome,
In thee all is beauty, oh wonderful Rome!

Though hoary with age, thou art still in fresh youth,
For thou art the pillar and ground of the truth;
With thee is abiding the Spirit Divine,
In thee all the graces and virtues do shine ;

Rome, Rome; dear, dear Rome,
Ever old, ever new, is our blessed old Rome !

Of art and of sciences thou art the friend,
And learning and letters on thee do attend;
And true civilization attends on thy pace,
For thou art the glory and light of our race;

Rome, Rome; dear, dear Rome,
Our pillar of light shines forth brightly from Rome !

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