Artemus Ward (Charles Farrar Browne) : a biography and bibliography . for us to go back three years. It was a wild night upon the coast of Spain. A clipper ship, laden with staves and white beans,bound from Oxford County, Maine, to Madrid, hadgone down near the Isle of Loneliness, and all onboard had perished save the captains daughter Inez—a sweet girl of seventeen summers and a like numberof springs. Throwing herself upon a piece of sheetiron, she had floated to the lonely island, upon whoseocean-washed shore she wandered drearily up anddown, all forlorn. The night was fearful. It needed onl
Artemus Ward (Charles Farrar Browne) : a biography and bibliography . for us to go back three years. It was a wild night upon the coast of Spain. A clipper ship, laden with staves and white beans,bound from Oxford County, Maine, to Madrid, hadgone down near the Isle of Loneliness, and all onboard had perished save the captains daughter Inez—a sweet girl of seventeen summers and a like numberof springs. Throwing herself upon a piece of sheetiron, she had floated to the lonely island, upon whoseocean-washed shore she wandered drearily up anddown, all forlorn. The night was fearful. It needed only the thunders [240] CONTRIBUTIONS crash and the lightnings flash to make the effect im-mense; but the maidens quick ingenuity overcamethese drawbacks, for by beating the sheet iron whichhad borne her to the shore, and burning blue-and-redfire in a small earthen bowl, fine thunder and middlinglightning were made to lend their thrilling grandeurto the solemn scene. Placing her hand upon her throbbing temples, themaiden said: Ah, how these-er rer-ocks and cler-iffs. and this furious stor-rum remind me of My HappyVillage Home; and the maiden sang the popularballad of that name— My village home, my village home,My happy village home,[241] ARTEMUS WARD rendering the last line of each stanza with operatictrills, thus: Me hap-ap ap-hap-er ap-er-veel eel-er-age ho-o-ro-orum!j Ah, how sleepy I am! she said, pressing her handsto her soft, dreamy blue eyes. Methinks I will takea little slum. So, carefully adjusting her dress, shelaid down gracefully upon a green baize rock andslept, while slow, sweet music filled the air. Sleep had no sooner closed her eyelids than a youngfairy in a short gauze dress and silk tights came upthrough a trap-door and, waving a magic wand over theslumbering maiden, asseverated thus: Maiden, maiden! feel no alarm,Youll see trouble, but you shall not come to no harm! Uttering which noble sentiments, the fairy whirledround several times for the purpose of per
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