. Plays and poems . ear her voice again ? I will — Hush, pretty daughter, hush. My grief lies deepest: be you less than me. lyook, I am firm ; I have not shed a tear. Come to my arms and be my living child Ivcst my heart — Farewell, sweet lady: May brighter airs still clip your path John. John.—I suspect all. I passed the mother swooned upon the stairs, And Edmund nodded at my horror, I At Edmunds horror. We came to her and spoke,— Spoke gently, sirs,—then, putting up her hand Unto her temple, my ever-gentle niece Sank low as this. {^Pointing at Harrie

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. Plays and poems . ear her voice again ? I will — Hush, pretty daughter, hush. My grief lies deepest: be you less than me. lyook, I am firm ; I have not shed a tear. Come to my arms and be my living child Ivcst my heart — Farewell, sweet lady: May brighter airs still clip your path John. John.—I suspect all. I passed the mother swooned upon the stairs, And Edmund nodded at my horror, I At Edmunds horror. We came to her and spoke,— Spoke gently, sirs,—then, putting up her hand Unto her temple, my ever-gentle niece Sank low as this. {^Pointing at Harriet.)O God, I have no home ! And life is ended when the home has — Tis so, tis so, tis so. lyCt s bring the body to an inner room. 319 Kknyon.— My loss lights on no one;—God shield me there—My hospitality goes with this help me, friends! I hold yet in some life,But life s not peace, and inward stands a strifeUnto my end. Hush, bring her to her rest. \^Exeunt, bearing off 320

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