. St. Nicholas [serial] . Doctor, 5âJill, 9âCarrie C. B. T., 5âElla L. Bryan, 4âNellie C. Graham, 5âT. K. M. andC. H. S., 1âVirginia Chinn and Willie B. Deas, 11âBessie McClure, 6âHarry R. Caner and Willie C. Wiede-sheim, 7âAnnie andWillie Plumb, 10â Mars O. Slocum, 11âE. A. Mather and Sister, 7âOscar Townsend, Jr., 1â CEdipus, 10âRoswell B. Lamson, 11âHelens Babies, 8âMary G. Smith, 3âG. O. West, 9âSusie, Willie, and Payson Smith, 7â Elisha Cook, 5â O. C. Turner, 13âFrank J. Gutzwiler, 2â Sairy Gamp, 7âHenry F. Archer, 1âAlice Maud Kyte, nâMay Beadle, 9âElie and Corrie, 9âClarenceH. Reeves, 1
. St. Nicholas [serial] . Doctor, 5âJill, 9âCarrie C. B. T., 5âElla L. Bryan, 4âNellie C. Graham, 5âT. K. M. andC. H. S., 1âVirginia Chinn and Willie B. Deas, 11âBessie McClure, 6âHarry R. Caner and Willie C. Wiede-sheim, 7âAnnie andWillie Plumb, 10â Mars O. Slocum, 11âE. A. Mather and Sister, 7âOscar Townsend, Jr., 1â CEdipus, 10âRoswell B. Lamson, 11âHelens Babies, 8âMary G. Smith, 3âG. O. West, 9âSusie, Willie, and Payson Smith, 7â Elisha Cook, 5â O. C. Turner, 13âFrank J. Gutzwiler, 2â Sairy Gamp, 7âHenry F. Archer, 1âAlice Maud Kyte, nâMay Beadle, 9âElie and Corrie, 9âClarenceH. Reeves, 1âFrank Osborne, 1â Marie P. C, 6â C. R. McMillan, 2âA. C. McMillan, 2â The Stowe Fa nily, 12âCharlie W. Power,8-âTrailing Arbutus, 1âRobert A. Gaily, 6âNannie Mac and Em G., 8âFlorence Leslie Kyte, 13âMary L. Barclay, 5âCarol andher sisters, 11âGeo. T. Macauley, 7âBella Wehl, 4âEdward Vultee, 12âKitty Fulkerson, 3âLidaS. Penfield, NOW YOU CAN UNLOCK THE GATE! (Page 268.) ST. NICHOLAS. Vol. VIII. FEBRUARY, i SS i No. 4. [Copyright, 1881, by Scribner & Co.] IN THE TOWER.âA. Susan Coolidge. By the river deep and black,Where the countless masts arise, Londons Tower lifts its strengthTo the English skies. Musing in her dreary cell,Pacing, all alone, for hours In a little garden, set Twixt the frowning towers,â Centuries ago it stood Grim as now, and seemed to frownOn the rivers rolling flood, And on London town. Slowly crept the lagging weeks,Sadly dragged the lingering day; Not a prisoner might dareEven to glance her way. There, one day, knowing not If for life or if for death,Led a prisoner through its gate, Came Elizabeth. Not as yet the haughty queen,But a princess, young and fair, With no crown upon her head,Save of golden hair. Trembling, passed she through the door,Door of dread and door of doubt, Where so many had gone in,Never to come out. Not a foot might cross her path,Nor a signal meet
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