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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
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teful enough to him, she whispered as she rose to take leave,her eyes glistening with tears. I was truly sorry to part with these young people; strangers thoughthey were, I felt towards them quite like old friends. Of the Captain—he is Major now—I hear through the newspapers, and know himto be a brave and gallant soldier. From the same source, too, Ilearn they have several children; but except a Christmas card nowand then there is little direct communication between us. But Iknow they will return to England ere long, and then we shall meetagain. JUST BEYOND. Upon the bosom of the streamWe idly float and idly dream;Beyond that shadowy point may beA fairy land for you and me !The point is rounded—nothing thereBut moonht stream and moonlit air ! And so through life—with each new springCome questions—What will this year bring ?The year dies, having brought no moreThan all the years that went before.And still, oh, foolish heart and fond,Your fairy land lies just beyond. E. Nesbit
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The Canonica.—Amai.fi. in sLXNY climes. Fage THE ARGOSY. APRIL, iSSp.THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. CHAPTER X. MRS. JAMIESON PLAYS HER LAST TRUMP. ON her way home from Ashchurch, after sending her warningtelegram to Norah Canter, Vera stopped at the forge to tellReuben that Mark had gone to Marling, and of the steps she hadtaken to frustrate his design. The blacksmith left his anvil and came outside the forge to speak to his beautiful visitor; and as he stood bareheaded, with one hand resting on Fireflys shoulder, they made a group an artist would have )nged to paint. Firefly was a pretty creature, and her mistress never oked better than when mounted on her; for Veras slim, graceful gure was seen to best advantage on horseback, while the magnificent physique of the blacksmith was an excellent foil to the delicate grace of the girl. His handsome face wore an anxious, puzzled expression as he listened to Veras story, and he glanced hastily at his watch— in article almost as large as a smal

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