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Come back! after all the trouble of getting them off sum, not to be raised without many words and sour -all the sewings, the givings, the contrivings; the looks, if it do not lead to a lawsuit between the two complete outfit, as the villagers thought it, though towns, one of which claims damages for ki sending Mrs. Crindle complained much of deficiencies and un the said widow to be by it maintained,” which the handsomenesses. There they were again. The au other refuses absolutely, avering that “the said widow thorities of the town of -, county of Cattaraugus, went of her own free will and accord, without comState of New York, had met, and concluded that they } pulsion or advice of the town authorities, whereupon had subjects enough of their own; and that if they said town joins issue,” &c. &c. assisted the father, it belonged to others to look after The widow herself is meanwhile the most unconthe daughter; and, accordingly, ascertaining that she cerned person in the town. She declares that she had had - a residence" at the West, they had despatched a delightful visit, and would n't have missed of it for her and hers at once, under the care of a trusty person, any thing. The vi charitable,” who contributed so back to the woods; demanding from our town not readily to the outfit, feel a little sore; but all join in only traveling expenses, but physician's fees and the laugh at the widow's triumph, and agree to hold sundry other charges, amounting to no inconsiderable themselves outwitted.


(See Plate.)

At the Virgin Mother's shrine
Knelt the Lady Eveline;
Daughter a noble race,
Proud in soul, and fair in face;
She-whose beauty's winning spell
Minstrels loved in song to tell;
Bow'd before the holy cross,
Surrowing for a father's loss.

“Scarce an hour has glided by
Since I saw my father die,
Scarce is he horrid shout

That went thrilling through my brain,
When his life-blood, ebbing out,

Wet the moss-bank with its stain ;
Yet I kneel before thee here-
Yet my voice is calm and clear-
Asking thee to aid and bless
In mine hour of deep distress.

Rayinond's daughter wept not tears

Such as village maiden's shed,
When in agony they mourn

O’er the loved and lowly dead;
Stirring scenes had nerved her heart
For a sterner, prouder part,
And with every burning tear

Sprang a thought of glory too,
How the lost had passed away

As the brave were wont to do,
On the stormy battle ground,
With the foemen heaped around.

“ Still the angry foe is near

In his haughty pride elate,
And the hour is dark with fear

To a maiden desolate :
Mothar, send some friendly aid,
Noble heart, and steady blade,
Armed by thee with strength and trust,
'Till the craven bite the dust :
Then the vow I humbly make
Shall be kept for thy dear sake,
And the knight who brings from thee
Help and succour unto me,
Shall claim from me due reward
For the homage of his sword,
Though it be my father's land-
Though it be my heart and hand-
Mother give an answering sign,
That thou hearest Eveline."

Backward, o'er her shoulder fair,
Streamed her long and shining hair,
And her upward eye was bent
With a fervent, deep intent,
On the Virgin's peaceful face,
On her mein of placid grace :
As if seeking word or sign-
Gazed the Lady Eveline.

“ Virgin Mother, at thy feet
I have clustered roses sweet,
Pure and stainless as they be,
They are offerings meet for thee :
Maiden mother--undefiled,
Bend to hear thy helpless child,
Hear and bless the solemn vow
Which I make before thee now;
Hear-and give an answering sign
To the orphaned Eveline.

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