In memory of . plication, halfa promise:— When many a day had come and grief grew calm, and hope was dead,hate, late in a gloamin when all was the fringe was red on the westlin hill,The wood was sere, the moon i the wane,The reek 0 the cot hung over the a little wee cloud in the world its the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,—Late, late in the gloamin, Kilmeny came hame. The red light dies on the hill, cottagewindows glimmer far down in the dusk, theair blows cold; but she does not come 96 IN MEMORY OF W. V. home. It may be that in our hours ofwaking
In memory of . plication, halfa promise:— When many a day had come and grief grew calm, and hope was dead,hate, late in a gloamin when all was the fringe was red on the westlin hill,The wood was sere, the moon i the wane,The reek 0 the cot hung over the a little wee cloud in the world its the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,—Late, late in the gloamin, Kilmeny came hame. The red light dies on the hill, cottagewindows glimmer far down in the dusk, theair blows cold; but she does not come 96 IN MEMORY OF W. V. home. It may be that in our hours ofwaking we are not fitted for intercoursewith those of our love who have passed fromthis light; but I know that when it sleepsthe mind is bright with eyes. I shallsleep, and in sleep surely it will be given tome to see her, as I saw one taken more rathein old days of- loss. And as sorrow fell fromme then, so will it now drop away from me ;and I shall be glad that I am alive, and notunhappy, Winifred, that you are 1900. Our Stories OUR STORIES Winifreds personality, her doings andsayings, count for so much in the followingsketches and stories, that these pages wouldby their omission be rendered still moreimperfect than they are. BESIDE A SUMMER FIRE One of our favourite haunts is the oldquarry. Though it is scarcely half a mile fromthe village it is among the loneliest placesin the world. It is one of the greenest too,and one of the stillest, for no sound seemsto reach it, except it may be, the song of alark overhead, or the noise of the shallowbrook across which we have to pick our wayto enter it. Nobody can tell me when it was lastworked, or why it was abandoned. I sup-pose some of the older houses were builtfrom its red sandstone ; perhaps some of theillegible slabs in the graveyard were hewnout of it. No one can say. BESIDE A SUMMER FIRE loi Up in the fields above, a fence runs alongthe brink to keep the cattle and sheep fromfalling over. Around it there
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