Black grew the sky, all black, all And close behind the Carmilhan black; The clouds were everywhere; There was a feeling of suspense In nature, a mysterious sense Of terror in the air. And all on board the Valdemar And lurched into the sea. The captain up and down the deck Which way the wind might blow. In every fibre of his frame Eight bells and suddenly abaft, There rose up from the sea, And onward dashed the Valdemar A denser mist, a colder blast, She cleft in twain the shadowy hulk, As when, careering to her nest, Again the lightning flashed; again And they all knew their doom was sealed; They knew that death was near; Some prayed who never prayed before, And some they wept, and some they swore, And some were mute with fear. Drive his new Flying Stage-coach, four in hand, Down the long lane, and out into the land, And knew that he was far upon the way To Ipswich and to Boston on the Bay! Just then the meditations of the Earl A thin slip of a girl, like a new moon, A pail of water, dripping, through the street, And bathing, as she went, her naked feet. It was a pretty picture, full of grace, The slender form, the delicate, thin face; spun, The silver harness glittering in the sun, Outriders with red jackets, lithe and lank, Pounding the saddles as they rose and sank, While all alone within the chariot sat A portly person with three-cornered hat, A crimson velvet coat, head high in air, Gold-headed cane, and nicely powdered hair, And diamond buckles sparkling at his knees, Dignified, stately, florid, much at ease. Onward the pageant swept, and as it passed, Fair Mistress Stavers courtesied low and fast; For this was Governor Wentworth, driving down To Little Harbor, just beyond the town, Where his Great House stood looking out to sea, A goodly place, where it was good to be. Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died, In the broad river ebbed and flowed the tide, Ships went to sea, and ships came home from sea, And the slow years sailed by and ceased to be. And all these years had Martha Hilton | And then the feast went on, as others do, But ended as none other I e'er knew. served Brown "This is the lady; do you hesitate? Of the Established Church; with smil- Then I command you as Chief Magising face trate. He sat beside the Governor and said The rector read the service loud and "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here," | Prayed the Monk in deep contrition Martha was Lady Wentworth of the INTERLUDE. Suddenly, as if it lightened, WELL pleased the audience heard the And he saw the Blessed Vision tale. The Theologian said: "Indeed, The Student laughing said: "Far more THE THEOLOGIAN'S TALE. THE LEGEND BEAUTIFUL. Of our Lord, with light Elysian "HADST thou stayed, I must have Dealt them by the brotherhood; fled!" That is what the Vision said. In his chamber all alone, And their almoner was he Of divinest self-surrender, |