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manner that she does ? Who could take her place in that 

 happy, bright, but small homestead, under the lea of the 

 marsh wall, and who but she could get through the varied and 

 .strenuous labours of the day which she betakes upon herself. 



As his senses sink deeper into oblivion he sees her courted 

 and wedded to a man after her own heart, with little counter- 

 parts of her own sweet self surrounding her, and as the years 

 roll on he sees her sitting over her own fireside, with grand- 

 children prattling at her knee, while she is amusing them 

 with the tale of how she first initiated her little gentleman 

 iover into the intricate mysteries of successfully hunting fowl, 

 and taking fish on the lonely stretches of the marshland, and 

 how they plighted their troth in the damp recesses of an osier- 

 bed, which, although lie may have forgotten, she never will 

 nor can. 



Thus does he dream. Ah well, let him dream on, for 



If we but dream, and 

 waking may give pain, 



Oh, do not wake, but let 

 us dream again." 



