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CLV

THE THREE FISHERS

ers went sailing away to the west, the west as the sun went down ; ght on the woman who loved him best, children stood watching them out of the n;

nust work, and women must weep, s little to earn, and many to keep, the harbour bar be moaning.

es sat up in the lighthouse tower,

trimm'd the lamps as the sun went down ; d at the squall, and they look'd at the

ver,

night-rack came rolling up ragged and

vn.

ust work and women must weep, orms be sudden, and waters deep, harbour bar be moaning.

ses lay out on the shining sands orning gleam as the tide went down, men are weeping and wringing their hands e who will never come home to the town; ust work and women must weep, oner 'tis over, the sooner to sleep, d-bye to the bar and its moaning.

C. Kingsley

'Wha

CLVI

ALICE FELL; OR, POVERTY

The post-boy drove with fierce career,

For threatening clouds the moon had drown'd ;
When, as we hurried on, my ear

Was smitten with a startling sound.

As if the wind blew many ways,

I heard the sound,—and more and more;
It seem'd to follow with the chaise,
And still I heard it as before.

At length I to the boy call'd out;
He stopp'd his horses at the word,
But neither cry, nor voice, nor shout,
Nor aught else like it, could be heard.

The boy then smack'd his whip, and fast
The horses scamper'd through the rain ;

But hearing soon upon the blast

The cry, I made him halt again.

Forthwith alighting on the ground,

'Whence comes,' said I, 'that piteous moan?' And there a little girl I found,

Sitting behind the chaise alone.

'My cloak!' no other word she spake,
But loud and bitterly she wept,

As if her innocent heart would break;
And down from off her seat she leapt.

As if

She

ails you, child?'-she sobb'd, 'Look here!' - in the wheel entangled, her-beaten rag as e'er

ny garden scarecrow dangled.

twisted between nave and spoke, , nor could at once be freed; joint pains unloosed the cloak, able rag indeed!

-hither are you going, child,
t, along these lonesome ways?'
rham,' answer'd she, half wild-
come with me into the chaise.'

ble to all relief

poor girl, and forth did send

er sob, as if her grief never, never have an end.

ild, in Durham do you dwell?'
ck'd herself in her distress,
d, 'My name is Alice Fell;
erless and motherless.

to Durham, sir, belong?
is if the thought would choke
y heart, her grief grew strong;
was for her tatter'd cloak !

ise drove on; our journey's end
gh; and, sitting by my side,
e had lost her only friends,
»t, nor would be pacified.