THE COUNTRY OF THE DARK MEN.

started to her eyes, she locked her hands tightly together, and grasped
the hats very firmly within them.
distinguish Buttercup’s high sweet treble.

the children sang:

“Row, boatman, row, for the land lying yonder
Waits for our coming to welcome us home;

Above the other voices she could
These were the words

Green are the valleys through which we shall wander,

Lovely the glades where our footsteps shall roam.

“There we shall dwell in a Palace of Splendour,
Built of white marble, and gold are the walls,
Ceilings of sapphire, and amethyst tender,
Cast a soft lustre through all the wide halls.

‘*Raiment as bright as the beams of the morning
Soon shall enrobe us in princely attire ;
Clusters of flowers shall be our adorning,
Jewels bedeck us with flashings of fire.

“ Feasting and music shall fill up the daytime,
Sorrow be banished and care shall depart ;
All shall be pleasure, and laughter, and playtime,
Mirth and amusement and dancing of heart.

“Tfaste thee, O ferryman! Speed in thy rowing!

Fain would we come to that beautiful shore ;
See we but once its enchantments so glowing,
Then we shall leave it again never more!”