...brings the hero out free from whatever form of selfishness or error originally beset him. It is as if " Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might, Smote on the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." Every reader can at once discover...

...they should do me wrong," Saying, " Dost thou love me, cousin P" weeping, " I have loved thee long." Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately...

...Time , and turned it in his glowing hands , Every moment lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life , and smote on all the...might , Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. TENNYSON. THE mistress of Summerwood was a living homily on the blessings...

...Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment lightly shaken ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might — Smote the chord of self, which, trembling, passed in music out of sight." TENNYSoN. j|T was a December afternoon, — Christmas...

...turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love toqk_up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper...

...moment lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. I т.- tciok up tho harp of Lifo, and smoto on all iU chords with might— Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd In music out of sight.' Tli ere, too, arc the sweet, artless, primitive letters hr early cirl friends. How their hand-writings...

...its ardour with a chill, to put out two fingers to meet the eager grasp of the joyful hand. " Lore took up the harp 'of life, And smote on all the chords with might" But we have grown too common-place for such extravagant, exultant, unreasonable harmony ; and we must...

...this effect in life, but where has it been, and in so few words, so fully expressed ? " Many a morniug on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately...

...of those eyes that never gleamed tenderly upon the bound girl. CHAPTEE LIU. THE PAST AND PRESENT. " Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chorda with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in muaic out of sight." TEHNYSOIC....

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp oflife, andsmoteonalltho chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in musiuout of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throug'd...