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 seg 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; At Christmas; ever welcome at the On whose dull sameness his full tide of 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, To loose him at the stables, for he rose Whom the cross-lightnings of four Flash into fiery life from nothing, fol- Such dear familiarities of dawn? Between his palms a moment up and "The birds were warm, the birds were Nay, but he must-the land was ring ing of it This blacksmith-border marriage-on they knew Raw from the nursery-who 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 |