Said she, "On Friday next there'll be Long prayers to Him-by all adored; So come, and then you'll quickly see How loud they groan without the Lord.'" "A prayer-meeting's a thing I hateTo see each creature looking toward ""Twould sate They know not what," I said. And shunt me quite 'without the Lord.'" "You hate the meet-" "Not meet of hounds," I quickly cried; "be well assured." "You naughty man!" says she. "Oh, zounds! What! now again without the Lord!? Our meet' is jolly-yours is sad; I'm triste enough! now ain't I broad?" She laugh'd, then sigh'd, "Come, you're too bad! You wouldn't die 'without the Lord' ?" "Whose Lord ?" I cried in savage haste; "Faith! to my own I'm stoutly moor'd! Your sickly one's not to my taste. Now say, am I' without the Lord' ?" She wept! "You are a radical!" Crying's an art that always floor'd Strong natures! Quick fid-fadical, I then became "without the Lord." A month with mine! and if allured We go two ways about one thing—” "By hook or crook, 'tish de shame shing, "My Lord," I urged, "is not confined To churches-brick'd, or built with board! He dwells in those of spirit kind; Now say, am I 'without the Lord'? He dwells in those whose love-so rare- Not in Earth's gay and thoughtless Fair. Who toil with heart, and soul, and brain, Through livelong day or night, while stored Swept down big rivers past the ford, His midnight thoughts-the while it freezes ! What's life to me without such Love! Than join your set with such a Lord!" Years after, when sweet Alice meets 'Who was the young lady?' asked Birdie, when the boys had gallopped off to call upon the late rector of Trememdon, laughing madly as they went along. 'Not knowing, cannot tell you, Birdie. We were perfect strangers. She was seriously desirous of doing me good, no doubt; but I have reason to think it ended in her own partial enlightenment,' replied Ralph. 'I thought I should never have stopped laughing during the recital,' said Birdie; and really, Ralph, Reggy deserves praise for keeping his countenance, for he was ready to die with laughter; and as to Alfred-poor child, I thought he was going into convulsions! What funny things you wrote about in those days!' 'I had a good laugh over their quaintness myself,' Ralph replied. And the boys fully see and sympathise with the vein of sentiment animating and permeating the whole,' continued she. 'Boys! darling Birdie. Why, how old is Reggy?' asked Ralph. 'I haven't any idea at all. A good many hundreds of thousands of what were once called years, I should think,' replied Birdie. 'And yet they only seem to be boys-they never appear to grow any older-it's so nice!' said Ralph; 'and isn't it jolly, too, to be quite rid of' Of what, dear Ralph ? asked Birdie innocently. 'Can't you guess?' drawled he. 'Not a bit,' she replied. 'Why, then, of-of everything that's disagreeable, including-' 'Including what, dear old boy? do say.' And Ralph, thinking of those fellows who used to profess to do the things which were lovely and of good report, said, 'Oh, don't let's mention them up here! 'twould profane our sanctuary, unhallow our bliss; and it is jolly bliss, isn't it?' asked he spoonily. 'Tis rather,' returned she dreamily. 'It's so nice!' said Ralph in the same tone, turning to gaze upon her. With a kind of half assent Birdie drawled forth the words, 'Nse-very nice!' returning his gaze in the same fond manner. And, of course, I had to leave them to themselves. When I returned I overheard Ralph saying, 'I do not give away my kisses.' Carlo was looking up at them and wagging his tail. Perhaps he was jealous, though I haven't the faintest idea of what. เ They're rather prone to hide,' continued Ralph. 'Mine are not when Ralph is- Birdie coloured and stopped. 'Mine never hide when Birdie is—' he stopped. 'When Ralph is-' she hesitated again. 'When Birdie is,' said he, regarding her with untold affection; what she always is-is everything to me! and love is everything—and love is-Birdie !' THE END. |