Lin them down, for Enoch

A moment on her words, but then re plied.

"Woman, disturb me not now at the last,

But let me hold my purpose till I die. Sit down again; mark me and under stand,

While I have power to speak. I charge

When you shall see her, tell her that I died

Blessing her, praying for her, loving

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And more and more, the woman-grown,

He wasted hours with Averill; there, when first

The tented winter-field was broken up Into that phalanx of the summer spears

That soon should wear the garland; there again

When burr and bine were gather'd;
lastly there

At Christmas; ever welcome at the
Hall,

On whose dull sameness his full tide of
youth

Broke with a phosphorescence cheering even

My lady; and the Baronet yet had laid No bar between them: dull and selfinvolved,

Tall and erect, but bending from his height

With half-allowing smiles for all the world,

And mighty courteous in the mainhis pride

Lay deeper than to wear it as his ring

He, like an Aylmer in his Aylmerism, Would care no more for Leolin's walking with her

Than for his old Newfoundland's,
when they ran

To loose him at the stables, for he rose
Twofooted at the limit of his chain,
Roaring to make a third: and how
should Love,

Whom the cross-lightnings of four
chance-met eyes

Flash into fiery life from nothing, fol-
low

Such dear familiarities of dawn?
Seldom, but when he does, Master of
all.

That cursed France with her egali

And did Sir Aylmer (deferentially With nearing chair and lower'd ac cent) think

For people talk'd-that it was wholly wise

To let that handsome fellow Averill walk

So freely with his daughter? people talk'd

The boy might get a notion into him; The girl might be entangled ere she

Her sicklier iteration. Last he said