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THE LIVING AGE, VOLUME CLXII.
THE FORTY-SEVENTH QUARTERLY VOLUME OF THE FIFTH SERIES.
JULY, AUGUST, SEPTEMBER, 1884.
Untrodden Italy - The Sila Forest,
Slips of the Tongue and Pen, i
Pleasure, The Business of
505 Sharp, James, Archbishop of St. An.
RELIGION, The Clothes of
669 Magda's Cow,
101, 138, 227, 272
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Just one word, sweet cousin mine, I WILL not think the last farewell we hear
Ere we go to dress and dine :
If I ever chance to woo, Is more than brief “good-bye” that a friend saith
Cousin, she must be like you,
And the one who comes the nearest Turning towards home, that to our home lies near;
To yourself will be the dearest; I will not think so harshly of kind death.
Type of what my love must be,
Cousin, what if you are she? I will not think the last looks of dear eyes Chambers' Journal.
J. WILLIAMS. Fade with the light that fades of our dim
air, But that the apparent glories of the skies Weigh down their lids with beams too bright to bear,
HE LEADS US ON. Our dead have left us for no dark, strange
He leads us on lands,
By paths we did not know. Unwelcomed there, and with no friends to Upward he leads us, though our steps be slow, meet;
Though oft we faint and falter on the way, But hands of angels hold the trembling hands, Though storms and darkness oft obscure the And hands of angels guide the faltering feet.
Yet when the clouds are gone I will not think the soul gropes dumb and
We know he leads us on. blind A brief space thro' our world, death-doomed from birth,
He leads us on I will not think that Love shall never find
Through all the unquiet years ; A fairer heaven than he made of earth.
Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts, and PAKENHAM BEATTY.
fears 62 Sinclair Road, West Kensington Park, May 27th.
He guides our steps. Through all the tangled Spectator.
Of sin, of sorrow, and o'erclouded days
We know his will is done;