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for the prince ! his sailors had made themselves drunk, and before 

 long run the vessel on a rock, where she immediately sunk. 



" Upon this the sailors put Prince William into the long boat and 

 left the wreck. As they sailed away, he heard his sister, the 

 Countess of Perche, crying after him to save her. Moved by her 

 cries and by the love he bore her, he ordered the sailors to row back 

 to the rock. They were bound to obey him, and put back ; but no 

 sooner did she reach the rock than a large number of the young 

 nobility, who had also been left, jumped on board. She went down, 

 and the prince, with his sister and all who sailed in his vessel, ex- 

 cept one man, perished." 



" But where was the king, mother?" inquired Harry. 



" He was in another vessel, and the wind had carried her out of 

 sight. Prince William's ship was behind all the fleet, and no one 

 would have known how he perished if one man had not been picked 

 from the wreck, by some fishermen, the next morning." 



" Well, that was love, indeed," exclaimed Caroline. " He lost his 

 own life to save that of his sister." 



" And I would do so for you, Caroline," said Harry, as, throwing 

 his arms round her neck, he imprinted a kiss upon her glowing cheek. 



The mother was moved to tears by this display of affection in her 

 children, and placing a hand upon the head of each, she said, " May 

 God bless you, my children ! May you always love as you do to- 

 day ! " 



Tears. 



THE lucid tear from Flavia's eye, 



Down her soft cheek in pity flows ; 

 As ether drops forsake the sky, 



To cheer the blushing, drooping rose. 

 For, like the sun, her eyes diffuse 



O'er her fair face so bright a ray, 

 That tears must fall like heavenly dews, 



Lest the twin roses fade away. 



MRS ROBINSON. 



