The Chap-book; semi-monthly . INIA FRAZER BOYLE I99 But pitiless death, in the ghostly gleam, — What went ye out for to see ? —Hide, pitiful moon, from the ghastly dream,— What went ye out for to see ?For the locks are bright as a baby*s under the blood-stained jacket thereIs the breast of a woman, soft and fair,— What went ye out for to see ? Ah! fearful the breach that she strove to fill,— What went ye out for to see ? —And fearful the force, the strength of will,— What went ye out for to see ?A lily cast in the leaden hail ?A dove in the teeth of the whistling gale ?God pity the ca
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . INIA FRAZER BOYLE I99 But pitiless death, in the ghostly gleam, — What went ye out for to see ? —Hide, pitiful moon, from the ghastly dream,— What went ye out for to see ?For the locks are bright as a baby*s under the blood-stained jacket thereIs the breast of a woman, soft and fair,— What went ye out for to see ? Ah! fearful the breach that she strove to fill,— What went ye out for to see ? —And fearful the force, the strength of will,— What went ye out for to see ?A lily cast in the leaden hail ?A dove in the teeth of the whistling gale ?God pity the cause, that such faith should fail ! — What went ye out for to see ? — What matters it whether she wore the gray,— What went ye out for to see ? —Or died in victorious blue, that day,— What went ye out for to see ?For valor will heed when tis valor that the gap was filled—tis the story that palls,—For over the past Gods sunlight falls,— What went ye out for to see ? Virginia Frazer THE ENVIOUS BLACK-HAIRD QUEEN FRANK HAZENPLUG THE ORACLE 201 THE ORACLE ,./^H! MR. FENSHAW!!• • \^ < * Milli — Miss Drew.*« You would have ** There s such a crowd ** **But » ** And my glasses — dropped them on the stairs. Youknow the Duchess of Heavytowers ? ** Slightly. No, quite the reverse, fifteen stone — as blind asmyself. Ground to powder — the glasses, you know.* How sad ! Yes — my aunt. Lady Greenbury, has been signal-ling me for the last twenty minutes to take her down tosupper, and I cannot see her. Shall we sit down ?* What a charming Isnt it? The ferns, the lights and — and youreally go to-morrow ? Yes, papa Oh, the selfishness of these parents. Their pleas-ures are always placed first in Their duties, Mr. Fenshaw. Parliament The club Do you think so ? And another fortnight wouldhave been so nice, would nt it ? Heavenly. I get your message this afternoon, Mr. Fenshaw. *« Oh —yes ! I have been wondering ever since what y
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