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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ades with fading day— A mocking bird that flies. He answered : Yet The Red for me !Deep crimson splendour ; type of jubilee ;Of warm, successful love ; of liberty :Colour of blood and fire; of mountain peakFlushed by the glory of the rising sun ;Showing in loveliest tint on maiden cheekDyed with the blush of its own modest)7. The violetIn presence of the rose—that peerless one,Confesses, with bowed head, her charms outshone.Red, darling of the Tropics, loves the light;Blue hides in shade ; her home in gloom and night. A third voice broke in here :— The world is wide,And Red and Blue may well live side by side,A gallant bridegroom and a gentle bride. Nor need they fearHarm from such contact, each by each more fair;Each giving that the other cannot yield ;Owning a power the other may not wield— A fitting pair;Complete, when wedded by the golden bondThat blends all difference in a single rayOf light more pure than purest diamondRivals no longer; twain in one for aye. Emma Rhodes.
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THE ARGOSY JUNE, 1881. COURT NETHERLEIGH. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF EAST LYNNE.CHAPTER XVI. AN UNPLEASANT RUMOUR. ONCE more a year has gone its round, bringing again to Londonall the stir and bustle of another season. It is a lovely after-noon in May, and there is some slight commotion in ChenevixHouse. Only the commotion of an unexpected arrival. Lady MaryCleveland, with her infant child and its nurse, had come up fromNetherleigh on a short visit. The infant, barely four weeks old yet,was a very small and fretful young gentleman, who had chosen tomake his appearance in the world two good months before the worldexpected him. Nobody was at home but Lady Grace. She ran down the stairsto welcome her sister. My dear Mary ! I am so glad to see you ! We did not expectyou until Monday. You are doubly welcome. I thought it would make no difference—my coming a few daysearlier, and without warning you, said Lady Mary, as she kissed herelder sister. I am not very strong, Grace, and Mr. For

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