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land. This went so far that Karlsefne, but it is presumed to have been an and those who had voyaged from Ice ear of maize, often called 'Indian land in company with them, made wheat' by the early European visitors, their preparations to set sail for Vin- of a later date, to these parts. These land in the spring. They fitted out messenger doves were received again the two ships that they had brought on board their ark, which then sailed with them from Iceland, and at least farther westward, and into a frith one other, and took with them one having an island before it, around hundred and sixty men in all. In the which there were strong currents. ship with Thorfinn Karlsefne, were They called the inlet Straumfjord Gudrid his wife, and his friend Snorri (Stream Frith), and the island StrauThorbrandson. In another ship were mey (Stream Island). The island is Bjarni Grimolfson and Thorhall Gam supposed to be Martha's Vineyard, lason, the owners ; in a third were | which may then have been one with Thorvard, who had married Freydis, Nantucket; and the inlet, Buzzard's a natural daughter of Erik the Reu,

Bay. and another Thorall, called the hunter, They found the shores of this frith an old servant of Erik's. This set very beautiful ; and they unloaded ting forth of the Thorfinn Karlsefne their cargoes and prepared to remain expedition, is believed to have taken there. They had with them all sorts place A. D. 1007.

of cattle.' They undertook nothing The members of this expedition fol but to explore the land,' in conselowed the now accustomed course. quence of which they were there for They found in succession, and identi the winter without having provided fied, and further explored, Helluland food beforehand.' The result of such imand Markland. They found that the providence-extraordinary in Northdense woods of the latter abounded men—was what might have been exwith wild beasts; and upon an island, pected. They suffered much during off that coast they killed a bear. In the winter through lack of suitable due time they arrived at Kjalarness, food. At one time, they all became and there found Thorvald's keel still ! ill through eating of a whale that had standing. They then ran south, by become stranded in their neighbour. the beach which stretches along the hood. But afterwards they learned whole eastern shore of Cape Cod pen to catch wild animals for food ; and insula, to which they gave the name as the weather improved, they were of Furdustrandir (wonderful beach). enabled to go out fishing successfully, Then coasting westward for a time, and, with returning spring they colthey ran their ships into a cove. lected great quantities of eggs of wild There were in the ship with Karlsefne fowl, on the island. So they got two Scotch bodies-a man and a wo through their severe ordeal, without man-whom King Olaf Tryggvason any decrease of number. Nay, they had, in time past, given to Leif Erik. did better than that, as we shall see. son. They were remarkably swift of The event to be noted demands a new foot-'they were swifter than beasts ;' paragraph. and Thorfinn now set them on shore Some time in the autumn of this and bade them run to the southward their first year in Vinland (A. D. of the land, and explore its qualities, 1007), Gudrid bore to her husband and come back again within three Thornfinn Karlsefne a son. That son days.' They did so, and at the ap was named SNORRI. At the present pointed time returned, one of them day, there is a host of people through having in hand a bunch of grapes, the three kingdoms of Scandinaand the other, a new sown ear of via, comprising noblemen, stateswheat. So these Northmen call it; , men, prelates, and many men who

have become eminent in literature, | drank of it before all hands, and then jurisprudence, arms, and art, as there sang a song, which is thus translated : has been through the long intervening

· People told me, when I came past, who claim direct descent from

Hither, ail would be so fine ; this Snorri, the Vinland-born son of The good Vinland, known to fame, Thorfinn Karlsefne and his wife Gu Rich in fruits and choicest wine;

Now the water-pail they send; drid. The succession is clearly traced To the fountain I must bend, out in their several genealogical charts, Nor from out this land divine without any missing links whatever.

Have I quaffed one drop of wine.' Thus, for instance, Bertel Thorvald

Then, when he had hoisted sail, he son, the world-famous sculptor, and continued his satirical song. It is said Finn Magnusson, the scarcely less by Norse critics that, in the original, famous Northern antiquarian and these songs bear the certain stamp of Runic scholar—both of them not long the tenth and eleventh centuries. since deceased-are each lineally de- | Thus Thorhall chaunted : scended, in the twenty-fourth degree, from Snorri Thorfinnson, born in

* Let our trusty band

Haste to Fatherland; 1007, in Vinland-that is, some where

Let our vessel brave about the sea-side borders of the pre

Plough the angry wave, sent States of Massachusetts and Rhode

While those few who love

Vinland, here may rove, Island.

Or, with idle toil, In the spring of 1008, it appears

Fetid whales may boil, that a difference of opinion occurred

Here on Furdustrand,

Far from Fatherland.' between Karlsefne and Thorhall the Hunter. The latter wished to explore

Thorhall and his little crew sailed by going northward and along the

away to the northwards, past FurduFurdustrands; the former was desir

strand, past Kjalarness, and then -ous of going southwards and westwards

sought to cruise to the westward; along the coast. Thorhall made his

but there arose a strong west wind, his preparations ; only nine of the

which drove them irresistibly before whole company determined to go with

it, out into the ocean. Their fate is him, all the rest remaining with

uncertain; but it was afterwards reKarlsefne. This Thorhall seems to

ported by travelling merchants that have been a scarcely disguised pagan

they were driven, or made their way in his religious views, and somewhat over to Iceland, where they were seized of a heretic about the virtues of Vin and made slaves. land. When all ready for a start, he carried water on board of his ship,

(To be continued.)

MAY.

BY KATE SEYMOUR MACLEAN, KINGSTON.

TN this, the house of dolour where I dwell,
1 High up among green boughs and sycamores,

The thrush sings matins at our chamber doors,
And the shy oriole weaves her curious cell,

An airy, pendulous boat that needs not oars,
Safe anchored to the elm, whose toss and swell

Of billowy leafage rocks her callow brood
Almost within my reach, at the high flood-
Tide of the upper deep, whose ebb and flow
Sways past me in this dolorous house of woe.

In this my house of dolour shines the sun

In long gold lines, through stately windows tall,

That trace fine arabesques on frieze and wall, A shadow dance of leaves : quick rainbows run,

And fade, and re-appear with the bright fall
Of twinkling waters in their fount of stone.

Reed-like and shrill I hear the blackbird's note,
Mixed with the hum of insects, and the float
Of the long waves upon the summer shore,
That seem to breathe of peace for evermore.

Yet in this house of dolour where I dwell,

Though I behold no faces of despair,

Nor tossing arms, nor long dishevelled hair,
Nor the sad kollow eyes with grief acquainted well, —

Yet in the darkness, on the still gray air,
Shaped of mere sound alone, my thoughts compel

The embodied forms of groans, and sighs, and tears,
And the weird laughter shuddering midnight hears;
Each takes some shadowy shape, and tells again
The story of immedicable pain.

One gentle spirit through the live-long night

Sings to a spectral babe soft lullabies,

That rests not, nor will cease its piteous cries; And one, distraught with fear, shrieks out for light,

And listens, hushed, with wild and starting eyes; And one with crouching head veils from her sight

Some unimagined shape with her poor hands;
And one, like a lost soul in desert lands,
Roams weeping up and down her narrow cell,
In this, the house of dolour where I dwell.

But most of all the laughter of the mad

More dreadful is than any tortured cry

Wrung out from suffering to the unheeding sky That answers not, nor hears : my soul is sad

For them with unvoiced pity. Still goes by
The year's bright pageant, yet I am not glad,

Though all the world is beautiful with May,
And bright with sunlight, and with blossoms gay :
There are no wreaths for us but Asphodel
In this sad house of dolour where I dwell.

ELLERSLIE GRANGE.

BY 'ESPERANCE,' YORKVILLE.

CHAPTER III.-(Continued.) | ness in the girl's face as she stood

there. The sun shone and sparkled NE day a letter came from Regi on the new-fallen snow, but there was

nald. “I am coming home, mo no answering joy in Elsie's heart to ther,' he wrote; 'I have not been feel harmonize with the spirit of the ing very well ; don't be alarmed, it is scene. Already the tinkle of jingling nothing serious, only a headache. To bells told of pleasure-seekers and busy tell the truth, I think I have worked workers, abroad in sleighs and cutters, at my books too hard lately. I have both, no doubt, rejoicing in the new worn myself out. The doctor says I phase of affairs. Even as Elsie watched, need rest, so I am coming home to a double sleigh dashed past, crowded get it. I shall start on Wednesday, with merry children and little less by the morning train. Tell Elsie.' merry parents, off for the first sleigh

Of course Mrs. Ellerslie was greatly ride, their happy laughter ringing excited and alarmed, despite her son's above the tinkling of the bells, and injunctions ; and she counted the striking Elsie with a keen sense of hours until Reginald should come! discord with her own sad feelings. And the hours went swiftly enough. | And yet Reginald was coming home One dark cloudy night, when all good to-day! Reginald, to whom she had citizens were comfortably sleeping, promised her hand, with whom she and only the stars and moon looked was to spend her whole future life as down upon the winter world, soft long as God spared them both! Regiwhite flakes of snow drifted lazily nald was coming home, and yet Elsie, down, gradually increasing in number his promised wife, was sad and weary and rapidity of descent until, when of heart. Why was this ? On this morning broke, hill and dale, lawn very day, one year ago, she had put and meadow, were all alike clothed in away from her, angrily and scornfully one unbroken spotless robe of white, cast from her, the greatest happiness covering up the dingy housetops and she had ever known. Cast it from the muddy highway; resting on the her and left her heart O so void, so shivering trees to shield them from empty! filled with a bitter, angry the cold ; finding lodging-place even pain. Perhaps the pain had grown on the narrow window-sills, so that weaker--perhaps so—but it seemed to when Elsie awoke the first thing she Elsie that it had only grown deeper did was, to cross to the window to as. and more firmly rooted, and therecertain the meaning of their presence fore, like all such sorrows, it became there.

quieter and less demonstrative, She O what a white, white world !' had ceased to battle with fate now, she thought; and then she let her * It was no use,' she thought, 'her life clasped hands fall down before her, was allotted 'thus, to be one of secret their usual way when Elsie was think pain and loneliness. The whole great ing—and stood and looked out upon burden of her darkened life would the scene. There was no joy or glad- | never be less hard to bear than it was. now !' Some hearts are fashioned so. | mediately a cab drove up to the front Their wounds lie not on the surface, door and Reginald sprang from it. but so deep down that not even time, Elsie saw him give some direction to that Methuselah of physicians, can the driver and then he ran up the work a cure upon them. Too deep steps, but before she could meet him for affectation, too sacred for display, at the door he had entered the room, they are zealously guarded and con- | caught her in his arms and kissed cealed that the world may know no. her, saying, as he released her: thing of them. O how little do any There! that's to vent all my joy of us know of the trial and trouble, l at being home three weeks earlier pain and poverty, death and desola than I expected. Now it's your turn ! tion that darkens this globe on which Give me a welcome, Elsie mine!' we live ! Elsie turned from the win. Two, if you want them,' answered dow and hastily dressed, for the first Elsie, surprised into a laugh. “Have bell had rung. After breakfast she I not been watching this last half hour went up to Reginald's room to make for you, and expecting you ever since it ready for his coming. The picture noon? Do you think such tardiness still hung over the mantelpiece, yet deserves a welcome ?' Elsie did not even glance at it, but “I could not leave this morning, and resolutely kept her face turned from it. to night's train was an hour late. Now

'I must not do it !' she said to am I forgiven ? Ah, yes, Jane !” he herself. I have pledged my hand to cried, as he heard his name pronounced another, and it is very wrong to let at the door, tell him to take them up my thoughts play traitor ; even though, to my room ; you show him the way. since he cannot be anything to me Now, Elsie, I will relieve myself of now, I had rather, O how much this conglomeration of wraps, and then rather, remain free for life than give to -up with the gas, and blessings on another what I would not give to the jolly hearth fires, for there's nothhim ! Yet I have pledged my word ing like them! and I cannot draw back now, so I must . They were a merry party that evennot do it !' She hastened from one ing! Even Elsie felt happier and thing to another, more hurriedly than lighter-hearted as she answered Regiwas at all necessary, it may be, -per nald's jokes, and joined in with his haps it was in order to escape as soon careless laughter. Reginald was truly as possible from temptation's power! much paler and thinner than when he Whatever the reason of her haste, ber went away, and there was just a vague task was soon done; the crimson cur weariness in his eyes that made his tains were rightly draped, the vase mother more than ever anxious about upon the table was filled with flowers his comfort, gathered from the dining-room stand, • He needs attention, poor boy,' she and then Elsie went down to order a said ; 'we'll nurse him well between fire in “Mr. Reginald's' room. For,' us, won't we, Elsie ?? she said, “He will be here at noon, And Reginald, very happy in havJane.' But noon passed by, the short | ing two such nurses, laughed, as he winter afternoon waned, and not till leaned back in his cozy, cushioned evening, just as Elsie had almost chair, drawn right up to the blazing decided to desert her post at the win- hearth, and thought, that, of all the dow, where she had been watching for homes he had ever been into, there the last half hour in the twilight-not was not another as cozy, and altogetill then did Reginald come. The ther perfect, as his own; nor did he sound of wheels upon the avenue think the world could provide two awakened Elsie from a reverie into more such women as his mother and which she had fallen, and almost im- ' his cousin Elsie.

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