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She, the Puritan girl, in the solitude of the forest,
Making the humble house and the modest apparel of home-spun
Beautiful with her beauty, and rich with the wealth of her being !
Over him rushed, like a wind that is keen and cold and relentless,
Thoughts of what might have been, and the weight and woe of his

errand;
All the dreams that had faded, and all the hopes that had vanished,
All his life henceforth a dreary and tenantless mansion,
Haunted by vain regrets, and pallid, sorrowful faces.
Still he said to himself, and almost fiercely he said it,
“Let not him that putteth his hand to the plough look backwards ;
Though the ploughshare cut through the flowers of life to its fountains,
Though it pass o’er the graves of the dead and the hearths of the living,
It is the will of the Lord; and his mercy endureth for ever!”

So he entered the house : and the hum of the wheel and the singing Suddenly ceased; for Priscilla, aroused by his step on the threshold, Rose as he entered, and gave him her hand, in signal of welcome, Saying, “I knew it was you, when I heard your step in the passage ; For I was thinking of you, as I sat there singing and spinning.” Awkward and dumb with delight, that a thought of him had been

mingled Thus in the sacred psalm, that came from the heart of the maiden, Silent before her he stood, and gave her the flowers for an answer,

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Finding no words for his thought. He remembered that day in the

winter,

After the first great snow, when he broke a path from the village, Reeling and plunging along through the drifts that encumbered the

doorway,
Stamping the snow from his feet as he entered the house, and Priscilla
Laughed at his snowy locks, and gave him a seat by the fireside,
Grateful and pleased to know he had thought of her in the snow-

storm.
Had he but spoken then! perhaps not in vain had he spoken ;
Now it was all too late ; the golden moment had vanished !
So he stood there abashed, and gave her the flowers for an answer.

Then they sat down and talked of the birds and the beautiful

Spring-time, Talked of their friends at home, and the May Flower that sailed on

the morrow. “ I have been thinking all day,” said gently the Puritan maiden, “ Dreaming all night, and thinking all day, of the hedge-rows of

England -They are in blossom now, and the country is all like a garden ; Thinking of lanes and fields, and the song of the lark and the linnet, Seeing the village street, and familiar faces of neighbors Going about as of old, and stopping to gossip together, And, at the end of the street, the village church, with the ivy Climbing the old gray tower, and the quiet graves in the churchyard.

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Kind are the people I live with, and dear to me my religion ;
Still my heart is so sad, that I wish myself back in Old England.
You will say it is wrong, but I cannot help it: I almost
Wish myself back in Old England, I feel so lonely and wretched.”

Thereupon answered the youth :—“Indeed I do not condemn you ; Stouter hearts than a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter. Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;

So I have come to you now, with an offer and proífer of marriage Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of

Plymouth!”

Thus he delivered his message, the dexterous writer of letters, Did not embellish the theme, nor array it in beautiful phrases, But came straight to the point, and blurted it out like a schoolboy ; Even the Captain himself could hardly have said it more bluntly. Mute with amazement and sorrow, Priscilla the Puritan maiden Looked into Alden's face, her eyes dilated with wonder, Feeling his words like a blow, that stunned her and rendered her

speechless ; Till at length she exclaimed, interrupting the ominous silence : “ If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, i Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me ? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning !" Then John Alden began explaining and smoothing the matter, Making it worse as he went, by saying the Captain was busy,Had no time for such things ;—such things ! the words grating

harshly Fell on the ear of Priscilla ; and swift as a flash she made answer : “ Has he no time for such things, as you call it, before he is married, Would he be likely to find it, or make it, after the wedding ? That is the way with you men ; you don't understand us, you cannot.

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