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It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady:

"And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry;

So though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry."

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.

"Oh, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father!"

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her -

When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gathered o'er her.

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And still they rowed amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,

His wrath was changed to wailing.

For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover :

One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,

And one was round her lover.

"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief,

"Across this stormy water,

And I'll forgive your Highland chief:

My daughter!

O my daughter!"

'Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore,

Return or aid preventing:

The waters wild went o'er his child,

And he was left lamenting.

-THOMAS CAMPBELL.

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[Rob and Nellie March are twin brother and sister. They were on their way to the West with their father and mother.]

The moonlight was so beautiful that Mrs. March did not like to go back into the car; and Rob and Nellie begged so

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hard to sit up,

that she let them stay past bedtime.

At last she ex

claimed:

"Come, come ! this won't do!

We must go to bed," and she

opened the car

door. As soon as

she looked in, she started back, so that she nearly knocked Mr. March and Nellie off the platform.

"Why, what has happened?" she said.

Mr. March laughed.

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Oh, nothing," he said, "this is the way a sleeping car always looks at night."

Curtains were let down on each side the aisle its whole length. It was very dark, and the aisle looked very narrow. Not a human being was in sight.

"Where are our sections?" said Mrs. March.

"These are ours, I think," said Mr. March, pulling open a curtain on the left.

"Let my curtain alone," called some one from inside. "Go away."

Mr. March had opened the wrong curtain.

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Oh, I beg your pardon, madam," he said, much mortified that he should have broken open a lady's bedroom.

Mrs. March and Rob and Nellie stood close together in the middle of the aisle, at their wit's end. They did not dare to open another curtain, for fear it would be somebody else's bedroom, and not their

own.

"I'll call Ben," said Mr. March ; "he'll know."

But Ben was nowhere to be found. At last they found him sound asleep in a little stateroom at the end of the car.

"Ben, come show us which are our sections," said Mr. March.

Ben was very sleepy. He came stumbling down the aisle, rubbing his eyes.

"Reckon there is your berths; I made 'em all up ready for you," said Ben, and pulled open the very curtain Mr. March had opened before.

"Oh! don't open that one, there's a lady in there," cried Mrs. March; but she was too late. Ben had thrown the curtains wide open.

The same angry voice as before called out, "I wish you'd let my curtains alone. What are you about?"

"Done made a mistake this time, sure," said Ben, composedly drawing the curtains together again; but not before Mrs. March and Nellie and Rob had had time to see into the bed, and had seen that it held a mother with five children. There they all lay as snug as you please: the three little ones packed like herrings in a box, across the foot of the bed, and the two others on the inside; and the mother lying on the outer edge, almost in the aisle. As Ben pushed

back the curtains, she muttered:

"There isn't any room to spare in this berth, if that's what you're looking for."

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