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of fine children, and I had two promising in 

 fants when I began the voyage. But they pin 

 ed for the free air, and the fresh dews of the 

 valley where they were born. 



&quot;I was ever watching and nursing them. 

 One night, we were alarmed by great confu 

 sion and noise, and a chill that struck us to the 

 heart. We heard a cry of &quot; icebergs&quot; and 

 peeping through the window of our state room, 

 saw monstrous masses of cold glittering ice 

 floating around us. 



&quot; Then I heard the Pansy whispering to her 

 little ones, not to be afraid, to die. But I trem 

 bled with terror. That very night my young 

 est darling died. And had it not been for the 

 care of my other drooping babe, I think I should 

 have died too. 



&quot; The next day, they said we were out of dan 

 ger, and the keen wintry cold passed away. 

 And though we arrived safely, and I am happy in 

 my new home, I never can bear to think of the 

 voyage where my poor little one perished.&quot; 



The kind neighbor could not help shiver 

 ing with sympathy at the tale of sorrow. &quot; 1 

 have heard people who walk in the garden, call 

 you the Daisy of Runnimede. What can they j 



