. Le petit seigneur boiteux, ou l'enfant de Cloverlea . loin et il était leftalone. XOT seul. Il y avait cette lumière calme et lumineuse dans le ciel, tandis que sur les bois une nuit ingalewas warbling et trilling avec tout son heureux heartin ses notes douces, vraies, envoûtant. Le petit enfant se trouvait dans son lit sous le WIN-dow, sa tête bombée reposant sur son bras, en réfléchissant les longues et longues pensées de la jeunesse, alors que la tête de la tête de la tête de l'étoile s'enroulait et que le ciel étoilé se shoneserene sur tout. Actuellement, il s'est endormi, et rêvait happilyd'un yacht blanc et d'une belle dame. Itwas la même belle dame qu'il avait pris forhis

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. The little lame lord, or The child of Cloverlea . away and he was leftalone. Xot alone. There was that calm, bright lightup in heaven, while over the woods a nightingalewas warbling and trilling with all its glad heartin its sweet, true, soaring notes. The little child lay in his bed under the win-dow, his curly head resting upon his arm, think-ing the long, long thoughts of youth, while thenightingale warbled on and the starry sky shoneserene over all. Presently he fell asleep, and dreamed happilyof a white-winged yacht and a lovely lady. Itwas the same lovely lady whom he had taken forhis star angel, but in the dream it seemed thatshe was his own mother—the mother he hadnever beheld. 108 THE LITTLE LAME LORD. Mother, he murmured, drowsily, as heturned upon his pillow. And Ehoda bendingover him caught the softly-uttered word andstarted back with an impatient sigh. But in the far-off blue, Carols star was shiningcalmly, tranquilly, brightly, as though in all thewide world beneath there dwelt no faintestshadow of trouble or sorrow.. They had taken up their abode in the rustic inn of Bythesea. CHAPTEK X. HOMEWAKD BOUND. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ;And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. LORD TENNYSON. IT was a very stormy day. A rough windswept over the cliff from the sea and tossed the huge leafy branches of the rectory elms hither and 109 110 THE LITTLE LAME LORD. thither ; big gray clouds chased each other acrossthe sky, then the rain came, and poured steadilyin heavy sheets upon the low-lying meadows andthe soft, fragrant brown summer mold. The waves that broke upon the sandy shore ofRobin Hoods Bay were boisterous, white-cappedwaves. They tossed their snowy foam upon thedeck of the smart little Bluebell as she rose andfell upon the swelling waters. On board the yacht Irons and his

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