HENRY W. LONGFELLOW

“Some what apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas, B'nedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of G. and-Pré,

Dwilt on his goodly acres, and with him, directing hi< houschold, Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the vi lage, Stalwart, and stately inform was the man of seventy wWinters; Hearty and pal: wish:, an ok that is covered with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks. and his cheeks as brown as the oik-leaves, Fair » 18 -he to be hold, th t maiden of seventeen summere,

Black were her eyes as th: berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows, When in the harvest heat she bor2 to the reaprs at noon-tide, Flagons of home brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she wh:n, on Sanday morn, while the bell fron its turret Sprinkles with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norm:nd Cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings Bro ght in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child through long generations.

But a celestial brightness—a more ethereal beauty —

Showne on he. face and encircled her form, when, after confession Home ward serenelÿ she walked with God’s benediction upon her. When she had passed, it ssemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.”

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