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KATE  SH E L L Y.

                            H    A V E   you  heard  how  a  girl  saved  tlie  lightning  express,—
                                    O f Kate  Shelly,  whose  father  was  killed  on  the road ?
                                 W ere  l:e  living to-day,  he’d  be  proud  lo  possess
                                    Such  a  daughter  as  Kale,   A h  J  ’twas  grit  that  she  showed
                                 On  that  terrible  evening  when  Dona h u es train
                                 Jumped  the  bridge  fine!  went  down,  in  the  darkness  and  rah.
                                 She  wns  only  eighteen,  but  a  woman  in  size,
                                    With  a  vigare  as  graceful  and  lithe  as  a doe ;
                                 W ith  peach-biossom  cheeks,  and  with  violet  eyes,
                                    A n d   teeth  i:nd  complexion  like  new-fallen  snow  ;
                                 With  a  nature  unspoiled  and  unblemished  by  arl—
                                 With  a  generous  soul,  and  a  warm, noble  heart!

                                 ’Tis  evening— the  darkness  is  dense  and  profound  ;
                                    Mf:n  linger  at  hom e  by  their bright-blazing  fires ;
                                 The  wind  wildly  howls  with  a  horrible  sound.
                                    And  shrieks  through  the  vibrating  telegraph  wires;
                                 The  fierce  lightning  flashes  aiong  the  dark  sky ;
                                 The  rain  falls  in  torrents  ;  the  river  rolls  by.

                                 The  scream  o f .a  whistle [  the  rush  o f  a  train 1
                                    The  sound  o f a  bell!  a  mysterious  light
                                 That  flashes  a:id  flares  through  the  fast falling  rain!
                                   A   rumble!  a  roar 1  shrieks  o f human  affright!
                                 The  falling  o f timbers  !  f.he  space o f a  breath I
                                 A.  splash  in  the  river!  then  darkness  and  death!

                                 Kate  Shelly  recoils  at  the  terrible  crash  ;
                                   Tlie  sounds  o f  destruction  she  happens  to  hear;
                                 She springs to  the window— she  throws  up  the  sash.
                                    And  listens  and  looks  with  a  feeling  o f fear.
                                 The  tall  tree-tops  groan,  and  she  hears  the  faint  cry
                                 Q f a  drowning  man  down  in  the  river near  by.
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