THE SEA-SERPENT. 
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ii. 
There is no rest. Our souls are but beginning 
The lengthening race that they have here to run ; 
Eternity’s the earthly goal we ’re winning ; 
Death is not rest, for life with death is won. 
There is no rest. Forgetful and forgetting 
That soul must be, that thinks to find it here. 
Why e’er regret what is beyond regretting, — 
That the true rest is in another sphere ? 
Miss Wood and Miss Bell demanded again 
that Forbes the promised song should sing. So 
Dick, who in truth was somewhat vain and good- 
natured, swept each sounding string ; then, hum¬ 
ming a moment, he caught the air,' and sang this 
song to the ladies there : — 
SONG. 
i. 
Give me the girl with courage strong 
To curb the restive steed,— 
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