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we were equally desirous to become better acquainted with 

 the maid in question. After much persuasion he took us 

 to her marshland home in a body. We went, we saw, and 

 we were conquered. On the excuse of its being a good 

 fishing neighbourhood we instantly and unanimously agreed 

 to stay for several days in the reaches adjoining this stretch 

 of marshland which found her and hers with an occupation 

 and an honest livelihood. Every morning a visit was made 

 to her small dairy, and we vied with each other in amusing 

 rivalry by purchasing all we could, whether we had use 

 for it or not. 



She was always the same and her good-natured chaff 

 kept us in excellent spirits, however irritably any of 

 us might have arisen from his respective berth ; but when 

 the conversation between her and our friend turned to days 

 gone bye there was a touch of sadness in her tone which, 

 having regard to their removed positions in life, was 

 dangerous, for the mutual happiness of both, to encourage. 

 He avowed that he found her as she had ever been, happy, 

 contented and prosperous. With such a disposition she was 

 indeed fortunate. Let it be hoped she may thus ever be 

 blessed. 



A BROADLAND TRILBY 



Milk oh ! M-i-e-1-k o-e-o-h No, it is not ike Trilby this 

 time : we are far away from the Latin quarter of gay Paris, 

 and far away from the rumble and the roar of the 

 Haymarket ; we are coiled in our blankets in the snug and 

 cosy cabin of the Warrior. 



The sun is rising high above the horizon, chasing the 

 dews from the grass and the marsh mist from the sedges, 

 weeds and herbage of Broadland. We, lazy idlers that we 

 are, have not yet had our morning dip, and the Trilby voice 

 that calls us back from dreamland comes from " Molly," the 

 marshman's daughter. She noticed our drawn curtains as 

 she passed along the river wall, on her way to the cowshed ; 

 she has stolen a march upon us and brought our measure 



