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"Here it is then, child, and orth waiting for;" and, with

outstretched ar the cadence of its rhythm, he read aloud froirl! There's a

description of Nature! Where will you find such real poetry ast

modern bards? No, no! the bards are dead, Valmai!"

"Well, I don't know much about it, uncle; but isn't it a modern bard

rites: "'Corey and purple sheen,

When they blush to see the sunrise

Like a maiden of thirteen!'"

That seerowled the man's voice, "very pretty; of course it

is--very pretty! That's just it; but that's all, Val maiden' and your 'purple sheen'

Let us shut up Taliesin and coin at the fifth chapter"

There was a little sigh, which Cardo heard distinctly, and then the

sweet voice began and continued to read until the sun sank low in the

west

"It's getting too dark, uncle Will I go and see if the cakes are

done?"

"No, no!" said the old ht

the candle, and coh the lattice , to fling the

old books away, and to draw the reader out into the gold and purple