A LONG AGO STORY.

CHAPTER VII.
A LONG AGO STORY.

You may laugh, my little people,
But be sure my story’s true;
For I vow by yon church steeple
I was once a child like you.

Tue LAND oF Lone AGo.

Ir any of you children have travelled much,
have you noticed that on a long journey there
seem to come points, turns, —I hardly know
what to call them, —after which the journey
seems to go on differently? More quickly, per-
haps more cheerfully, or possibly less so, but
certainly differently? Looking back afterwards
you see it was so —“ from the time we all looked
out of the window at the ruined abbey we

seemed to get on so much faster,” you would

say, or— “after the steamer had passed the

Spearhead Point we began to feel dull and

tired, and there was no more sunshine.”