II.

"Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed."

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III

"Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them."

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IV.

"Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her."

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V. "Firmly builded with rafters of oak, the house of the farmer
Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea."

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VI.

"Farther down, on the slope of the hill, was the well with its moss-grown
Bucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the horses."

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VII.

66 Many a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his missal,
Fixed his eyes upon her, as the saint of his deepest devotion."

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VIII.

"Father Felician,

Priest and pedagogue both in the village, had taught them their letters
Out of the selfsame book, with the hymns of the church and the
plain song."

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There at the door they stood, with wondering eyes to behold him
Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything."

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X. "Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters."

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XI.

"Foremost, bearing the bell, Evangeline's beautiful heifer,
Proud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that waved from her
collar."

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XII.

"Late, with the rising moon, returned the wains from the marshes,
Laden with briny hay, that filled the air with its odour."

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XIII.

"Not so thinketh the folk in the village,' said, warmly, the blacksmith,
Shaking his head, as in doubt."

XIV.

"More than a hundred

Children's children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick."

XV.

"In friendly contention the old men
Laughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful manœuvre."

XVI.

"Many a farewell word and sweet good-night on the door-step
Lingered long in Evangeline's heart, and filled it with gladness."

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XVII.

XVIII.

"For Evangeline stood among the guests of her father;
Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and gladness
Fell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it."

"Now from the country around, from the farms and the neighbouring
hamlets,

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Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants."

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XIX. "Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows."

XX.

XXI.

"Without, in the church-yard,

Waited the women. They stood by the graves, and hung on the
head-stones

Garlands of autumn-leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest."

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BIRKET FOSTER. 31

"Then, all-forgetful of self, she wandered into the village,
Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women." JANE E. BENHAM. 35

XXII.

"Marching in gloomy procession

Followed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Acadian farmers.

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XXIII.

"Lowing they waited, and long, at the well-known bars of the farm-
yard,-
Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid." BIRKET FOSTER. 40

XXIV.

"Suddenly rose from the south a light, as in autumn the blood-red
Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o'er the horizon

XXV.

XXVI.

Titan-like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow." BIRKET FOSTER. 42

"Having the glare of the burning village for funeral torches,
But without bell or book, they buried the farmer of Grand-Pré."

"Then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking;
And with the ebb of that tide the ships sailed out of the harbour."

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PART THE SECOND.

XXVII. "Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered,
Lowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering all things."

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XXVIII.

"Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi,
Floated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boatmen."

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XXIX.

"Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plume-
like

Cotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they swept with the

current."

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XXX. "Lovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on the water." BIRKET FOSTER. 53

XXXI.

"Resplendent in beauty, the lotus
Lifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen."

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XXXII.

"Safely their boat was moored; and scattered about on the
greensward,

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Tired with their midnight toil, the weary travellers slumbered."

XXXIII. "Nearer and ever nearer, among the numberless islands,
Darted a light, swift boat, that sped away o'er the water."

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XXXIV.

XXXV.

"The house itself was of timbers
Hewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together."

"Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle
Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean."

XXXVI.

""Long live Michael,' they cried, 'our brave Acadian Minstrel !'
As they bore him aloft in triumphal procession."

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XXXVII.

"With horses and guides, and companions,
Gabriel left the village, and took the road of the prairies."

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XXXVIII. "Into this wonderful land, at the base of the Ozark Mountains,
Gabriel far had entered, with hunters and trappers behind him."

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XXXIX. "Under a towering oak, that stood in the midst of the village,
Knelt the Black Robe chief with his children."

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XL.

XLI.

XLII.

XLIII.

XLIV.

"In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters,
Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle,

Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded." BIRKET FOSTER. 80

"Night after night, when the world was asleep, as the watchman

repeated

Loud, through the gusty streets, that all was well in the city,
High at some lonely window he saw the light of her taper."

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"Day after day, in the gray of the dawn, as slow through the suburbs
Plodded the German farmer, with flowers and fruits for the market,
Met he that meek, pale face, returning home from its watchings." JANE E. BENHAM. 83

"Through the hush that succeeded

Whispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and saint-like,
'Gabriel! O my beloved!' and died away into silence."

"Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.
Under the humble walls of the little Catholic church-yard,
In the heart of the city."

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XLV.

"Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun,
And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story."

BIRKET FOSTER. 89