Oh, Mother Earth! upon thy lap,

Thy weary ones receiving,

And o'er them, silent as a dream,

Thy grassy mantle weaving,

Fold softly, in thy long embrace,

That heart so worn and broken,

And cool its pulse of fire beneath

Thy shadows old and oaken.

Shut out from her the bitter word,

And serpent hiss of scorning:

Nor let the storms of yesterday

Disturb her quiet morning.

--Whittier.

When the funeral ceremonies were over and the mourners were coming away

from the grave, Mr. Wynne turned to them and said: "Friends, I wish to have some conversation with Hannah Worth, if you

will excuse me."

And the humble group, with the exception of Reuben Gray, took leave of

Hannah and dispersed to their several homes. Reuben waited outside for

the end of the parson's interview with his betrothed.

"This is a great trial to you, my poor girl; may the Lord support you

under it!" said Mr. Wynne, as they entered the hut and sat down.

Hannah sobbed.

"I suppose it was the discovery of Mr. Brudenell's first marriage that

killed her?"

"Yes, sir," sobbed Hannah.

"Ah! I often read and speak of the depravity of human nature; but I

could not have believed Herman Brudenell capable of so black a crime,"

said Mr. Wynne, with a shudder.

"Sir," replied Hannah, resolved to do justice in spite of her bleeding

heart, "he isn't so guilty as you judge him to be. When he married Norah

he believed that his wife had been killed in a great railway crash, for

so it was reported in all the newspaper accounts of the accident; and he

never saw it contradicted."

"His worst fault then appears to have been that of reckless haste in

consummating his second marriage," said Mr. Wynne.

"Yes; and even for that he had some excuse. His first wife was an artful

widow, who entrapped him into a union and afterwards betrayed his

confidence and her own honor. When he heard she was dead, you see, no

doubt he was shocked; but he could not mourn for her as he could for a

true, good woman."

"Humph! I hope, then, for the sake of human nature that he is not so bad

as I thought him. But now, Hannah, what do you intend to do?"

"About what?" inquired the poor woman sadly.

"About clearing the memory of your sister and the birth of her son from

unmerited shame," replied Mr. Wynne gravely.

"Nothing," she answered sadly.




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