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“ Until lie dwindle and his eye.1, ^row dim.
And we tan wo:'-hip hi:u before the fire,
And kiss each other many times for him.
Then I will have him at my heart awhile,"
(0 baby, baby, baby, try to speak!)
“ Anti watch the fading of Ills sleepy .smile

“ Till dimples cailnot to!low kisses pressed
Upon L:ie pouting slumber of lib mouth,
Anri J. restore ins beauty to thy breast.11
(!) husband, husband, and the child is dumb!
The iamb outspeaks him, «ud the day-old thrush —
I low shall 1 break ilils news when that you corue?
N orman G a l e .

OLD J A C K W A T T S ’S C H R IST M A S,
I T was during holiday week, many years ago, that the ill-fated
steamship Atlantic was wrecked upon the reefs on 11 Devil's
Cradle,” wrJnn IbrLy feet of the lofty rock-bound west coast of
Nova Scotia, It w;ij> one of the most di bistro us of ocean horrors ori
record. Tlie oldest resident of that vicinity is venerable, silver-haired
Jack Watts, who has just turned his eighty-second year. He is a
stalwart, hardy, rough, weather-beaten fisherman with a brilliant
record for braveiv.
4i Do I remember that night? Do T? You wouldn't ask that
question, my hoy, .it you had been here, for if you lived ever so many
lives vou would not forret that audul nkht through all eternity,” said
•* -Q ■.! c .' J
and the siurdy old man’s voice quivered as he paused to dear his
tin oat, and his eyes glistened.
“ Well, sir/1 he continued, “ vivj remarked that this was a sl.ormv
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night when yoi; came in. Pshaw ! this is nothing. Sure (here is a
bit of ci storm brewing and a rather stilf breeze, but nothing worth
noticing. Look out a bit.” And as he opened the door ;i gust of
w in d extinguished the lamp, leaving 1:1k : room in darkness.