"Never mind, Hrrk ; I will tell you how the tale 

 ended: 



1 He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright 



Quick o'er its surface play'd 

 " Welcome," he said, " my dear one's light ! " 

 And the dim shore echoed, for many a night, 



The name of the death-cold maid : 



' Till he hollowed a boat of the birchen bark, 



Which carried him off from shore j 

 Far, far he followed the meteor spark, 

 The wind was high and the clouds were dark, 

 And the boat returned no more. 



* But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp, 



The lover and maid so true 

 Are seen at the hour of midnight damp 

 To cross the Lake by a firefly lamp, 



And paddle their white canoe." 9 



" That is very interesting ; but why do you not 

 learn all the verses ? * 



"The other part does not appeal to me; but 

 the canoe, the hunter's camp, the fireflies, the lake, 

 all remind me of my surroundings and are asso- 

 ciated with my life in the woods. Tom Moore's 

 works are in the house, and you. can read the tale 

 if you wish. Now let us go in as it is time for 

 dinner." 



"Has Ned bored you with his ballad!" asks 

 Mrs. Davis, as we enter. 



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