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THE SEA-SERPENT. 
and true, but at present just imagine how well 
Sue Forbes # would have sung this song to 
you. 
i. 
There is no rest. The sky above us beaming 
Sees angry storm-clouds scud athwart its face, 
Old earth whirls on, with countless millions 
teeming, 
Each jostling forward in the busy race. 
There is no rest. Each past remembrance 
thronging, 
Calls from our memory’s chamber secret 
sighs, 
While the dim future, with its heartfelt longing, 
Seems crowded thick with awful mysteries. 
* “ I cannot describe her, but wait for a while, 
Till you find one face most fair ; 
When that loved one’s moments you strive to beguile, 
And gaze on her features in hopes of a smile, 
Imagine Sue Forbes is there.” 
H. 
