...and flowing beside them — Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs ore at rest and for ever ; Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labours; Thousands of weary foot, where theirs hare completed their journey." Notwithstanding these...

...by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping: — Still stands the forest primmval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with other customs and languageYet the few Acadian peasants who survive along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic,...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey. It reminds us of what may have been its model, the well known, Hos ego versiculos feci ; tulit alter...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey !" Thus ends this beautiful and touching tale. We have drawn only a feeble outline of its more important...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey !" Thus ends this beautiful and touching tale. We have drawn only a feeble outline of its more important...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journev. It reminds us of what may have been its model, the well known, Hos ego versiculos feei ; tulit...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed the journey." — pp. 161,162. ' We would only remind the author that the chestnut-tree does not grow...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labor*, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed the journey." — pp. 161, 162. We would...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its brandies Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful...

...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever ; Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labours ; Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey ! Still stands the forest...