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f erred to be itself the model landlord, and give its tenants valuable 

 occupancy rights on their estates at a fair rent if they proved them- 

 selves good tenants. 



(Continued next month.) 



THE ISLE OF MEMORY. 



BY J. A. EDGERTON. 



From out the overarch of gray 



I see a golden clime; 

 And there the silver ripples play, 

 And there the blue waves chime; 

 Where you and I together, 

 In sweet and stormy weather, 

 Floated for a little way 



Adown the Stream of Time. 



There is a glory lost to view, 



A loveliness withdrawn; 

 The skies have never seemed so blue, 

 So beauteous the dawn, 

 As in the happy old time, 

 As in the glad and gold time, 

 When life was new and hearts were true 

 The days that now are gone. 



Since you have gone away, my sweet, 



The world has been so gray; 

 My life has never seemed complete, 

 As in that early day. 



There is a measure scant, dear, 

 From the soul's hidden want, dear 

 A yearning nothing else will meet, 

 Since you have gone away. 



I've sought to find in other eyes 



A surcease for my pain 

 In other scenes and other skies, 

 But I have sought in vain; 

 For whatso'er I do, love, 

 My heart returns to you, love. 

 The sad and sweet old memories 

 Come back to me again. 



The years have been so long, dear heart, 



I thought I might forget; 

 But the night silences impart 

 To me the old regret. 



Old dreams come o'er me thronging, 

 The old and nameless longing. 

 The spirits of the dead past start 

 To life around me yet. 



