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Where there is no place

For the gloorm to lie,

Where there is no space

For receipt of a fly,

Where the e dares not venture

Lest herself fast she lay,

If Love come, he will enter

And find out the way

--OLD SONG

Major Delavie and his eldest daughter were sitting down to supper in the twilight, when a trae was seen at the gate, and up the pathway caure, in a scarlet coat, with an ar

"It is!--yes, it is!" exclaimed Betty: "Sir Amyas himself!"