. The century illustrated monthly magazine . s house together they might chime. And to this day one bell is safely swingingWithin its sheltring tower, where, clear and free,It hallows each day with its mellow ringing,—The other bell, the mate, wras lost at sea. And when in gentle chimes the bell is pealing,The people listen; for they say they hearAn echo from the distant ocean stealing,—It is the lost ones answer, faint yet clear. Ah, love, like those two bells we sailed together,And you have reached your holy work and rest,But stormy was the way and rude the weather,And I was lost beneath the
. The century illustrated monthly magazine . s house together they might chime. And to this day one bell is safely swingingWithin its sheltring tower, where, clear and free,It hallows each day with its mellow ringing,—The other bell, the mate, wras lost at sea. And when in gentle chimes the bell is pealing,The people listen; for they say they hearAn echo from the distant ocean stealing,—It is the lost ones answer, faint yet clear. Ah, love, like those two bells we sailed together,And you have reached your holy work and rest,But stormy was the way and rude the weather,And I was lost beneath the waves white crest. Over my buried heart the waters glisten,Across my breast the sea-weeds wave and twine,Dead is my souls best life, save when I listenAnd hear your spirit calling unto mine. Then the old longing wakes, I start, I shiver,I try to break the bonds which hold me dumb,I turn, I strive with many a throe and quiver,I feebly answer, but I cannot come. Bessie Chandler, MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR.* By the Author of Marse WONT dat Phil go stracted when he gitsa pike on de een o dis feller ! The speaker was standing in the dogwoodbushes just below me, for I was on the em-bankment where the little foot-path throughthe straggling pines and underbrush ranover it. He was holding in his hand anewly peeled cedar fishing-pole, while anumber more lay in the path at the foot ofthe old redoubt. I watched for a moment in silence, and thensaid: Hello ! Uncle, what are you doing ? Gittin fishin-poles for de boys, suh, he an-swered promptly and definitely. Wes spectinem soon. Then he added confidentially :
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