. St. Nicholas [serial] . RY YEULA WESCOTT (AGE 15). (Gold Badge.) In my home beside the ocean I can hear the sea-birds cry;I can watch them darting upward Clear against the azure can watch the white-winged vessels Sailing onward out to sea;In my home beside the ocean I am happy as can be. In my home beside the ocean I can hear the billows roar;I can watch the white-capped breakers As they dash against the shore. Vol. XXXIL—83. When old Neptune grows quite angry, I can see the waves afarMadly rush before each other On across the sandy bar. In my home beside the ocean, When the spring has
. St. Nicholas [serial] . RY YEULA WESCOTT (AGE 15). (Gold Badge.) In my home beside the ocean I can hear the sea-birds cry;I can watch them darting upward Clear against the azure can watch the white-winged vessels Sailing onward out to sea;In my home beside the ocean I am happy as can be. In my home beside the ocean I can hear the billows roar;I can watch the white-capped breakers As they dash against the shore. Vol. XXXIL—83. When old Neptune grows quite angry, I can see the waves afarMadly rush before each other On across the sandy bar. In my home beside the ocean, When the spring has come again,And I hear the low, sweet patter Of the gentle summer rain,Or the sun is shining brightly, Then my life is filled with glee,And the days pass — oh, so quickly! In my home beside the sea. A KIND DEED. BY HENRY B. DILLARD (AGE 14). {Gold Badge.) About the year 1842 the greatest misfortune overtooka negro slave girl, by name Frances. The old marster had died, the property being di-vided among several AN OLD RELIC. CARRONADE FROM THE CONSTITUTION, NOW AT THE BROOKLYN NAVY-YARD. BY EDMONIA M. ADAMS, AGE 12. (GOLD BADGE.) A few of the slaves were to be sold; among them wasFrances, who was about sixteen years old. They were bought by a slave-trader who, to savetrouble and delays by good-bys, determined to securethem on his vessel by a ruse. The next day Frances received orders to board thevessel in the harbor and sell vegetables. This she did. Soon other slaves arrived, and before long the vesselsailed away to Norfolk. Frances was wild with grief. She did not know thatthe captain was her owner. Even if she had it wouldhave made little difference; she was leaving home andeverything she had ever loved and cared for. FromNorfolk they proceeded overland to Alabama, campingat night or tramping over mountains and fording riversduring the day. When, after a long, weary journey,she reached Huntsville, Alabama, she was put on theblock and sold again. The years rolled
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