. The Argosy. ,In fitful snatches trills and sings A full-voiced nightingale:As though some sentinel of God Watches oer those who rest,And bids the fires of toil and pain Burn low in evry breast. Good night! Good night!My darling, there is light enough Out in the far away,And through the open window steals A pleasant scent of cool wind blows upon my face; The stars are bright oerhead ;Theres perfect rest, and perfect peace, Now the fierce day is dead. Good night ! Good night!I hear the ripple and the plash Of the reed-bordered stream;Betwixt bright banks I seem to float As in a quiet dre
. The Argosy. ,In fitful snatches trills and sings A full-voiced nightingale:As though some sentinel of God Watches oer those who rest,And bids the fires of toil and pain Burn low in evry breast. Good night! Good night!My darling, there is light enough Out in the far away,And through the open window steals A pleasant scent of cool wind blows upon my face; The stars are bright oerhead ;Theres perfect rest, and perfect peace, Now the fierce day is dead. Good night ! Good night!I hear the ripple and the plash Of the reed-bordered stream;Betwixt bright banks I seem to float As in a quiet ! we are drifting to the sea Swiftly, I think, my dear;But O ! how calm the waters are ! How bright ! how blue ! how clear ! Good night ! Good night!The dawn is breaking on us fast, Purple and red and gold;I hear the crowing of the cocks, The bleatings of the , I shall soon be well, I feel so glad and bright :To-morrow will be with us soon, Till then Good night! Good night! T. S. THE ARGOSY MAY, 1881. COURT NETHERLEIGH. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF EAST XIII. •FOLLY. THERE is no misfortune on earth so great as that of a troubledconscience : there is nothing that will wear the spirits and theframe like a burdensome secret that may not be told. It will blanchthe cheek and sicken the heart; it will render the day a terror and thebed weary; so that the unhappy victim will be tempted to say withJob: When shall I arise and the night be gone ? He is full oftossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day: his sleep is scaredwith dreams and terrified with visions. Had Mrs. Oscar Dalrymple been of a different temperament, thisunhappy state of mind would have been hers. But she had novery deep feeling. Troubled in a degree she undoubtedly terrible secret, the debts she had incurred, lay on hermind always in a greater or a less degree; for she knew that herhusband when he paid them would be half ruined ; certainly crippledfor years.
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