Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . they never even listened to me, andare taking him away. The Lord General stood as one dazed. Your papa, child ? Is he your papa ? Why, of course—he was always I give the pretty red one to anyother, when I love him so ? No! A shocked expression rose in the Pro-tectors face, and he said: Ah, God help me! through Satanswiles I have done the crudest thing thatever man did—and there is no help, nohelp! What can I do ? Abby cried out, distressed and impa-tient : Why, you can make them let himgo, and she began to sob. Tell
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . they never even listened to me, andare taking him away. The Lord General stood as one dazed. Your papa, child ? Is he your papa ? Why, of course—he was always I give the pretty red one to anyother, when I love him so ? No! A shocked expression rose in the Pro-tectors face, and he said: Ah, God help me! through Satanswiles I have done the crudest thing thatever man did—and there is no help, nohelp! What can I do ? Abby cried out, distressed and impa-tient : Why, you can make them let himgo, and she began to sob. Tell themto do it! You told me to command, andnow the very first time I tell you to do athing you dont do it! A tender light dawned in the ruggedold face, and the Lord General laid hishand upon the small tyrants head andsaid: God be thanked for the saving ac-cident of that unthinking promise; andyou, inspired by Him, for reminding meof my forgotten pledge, O incomparablechild! Officer, obey her command—shespeaks by my mouth. The prisoner ispardoned; set him free!. BY JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM IT was the burghers daughter,As fair as maid could be,That loved too well the stranger,A man from off the sea. My mother she was a sea maid; My father he loved no must bury me under billoivs, Or thou neer shalt see me more! Shes kissed him lip and forehead; Shes given him her vow: Five-fathom sea shall cover thee, But only love me now! For seven years her sleep is sweetAgainst the sea mans heart. But now hath come my time to die,And now we twain must part. Farewell, my little daughter! Farewell, my bonny son!Last night the waves did call my name; My life on land is done. She holds him close and closer; The bitter tears fall down. Remember now thy maiden vow, Or woe betide this town! Remember the oath ye gave me, Nor. bury me but in sea,For the ocean will come to seelc its own If ye cheat my waves of me! Vol. CIV -No
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