232 MY COUSIN. 
or it might have been half an hour. I could 
keep no measure of time. At last 1 said, softly, 
" Ellen I " 
" Will you come to-morrow night ? " whispered 
she, lifting her dark eyes timidly from my shoulder. 
"How can I refuse, dearest?" said I, kissing 
the tears from her long lashes. 
" Well, what followed, Jeremy ? " 
Whiff whiff. 
" What followed ? For Heaven's sake, tell us." 
"What?" 
" Yes." 
" Why, a Mrs. Jeremy Short, to be sure." 
I SEE her now within my view 
A spirit, yet a woman too ! 
Her household motions light and free, 
And steps of virgin liberty ; 
A countenance in which do meet 
Sweet records, promises as sweet; 
A creature not too bright or good 
For human nature's daily food ; 
For transient sorrows, simple wiles, 
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. 
WOBDSWOETH. 
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