82 FLORIDA DAYS.

 wiry brown grass at the foot of such a cross
 shows Love's compromise with Death. Mine
 yet! Love cries, and will not hear the answer,
 "Mine; and thou art mine."
 There is an old tomb here, covered with a
 square coquina slab, which marks the grave of
 Catalina." It is well that the inscription was
 cut deeply into the crowding shells, for the grave
 lies under the shadow of a yew heavy with hang-
 ing moss, and in a little enclosure of broken
 palings, which so shuts out the sun that the
 lichen has grown thick across her name. The
 side slabs are broken; some flowers stand
 straight and sweet beside them; so tall that the
 bell-like clusters rest as gracious hands upon
 the top of the tomb; and all about through the
thin dry grass there is a little creeping plant
with a white star for a blossom. Perhaps they
were sown when "this marble covered the grave
of Catalina," and have grown from summer to
summer into joyous forgetfulness of the grief
that planted them, and the "surpassing worth"
that called it forth, -worth which was to make
grief eternal. She was called thus early into