I sat with my arm on Charley's neck, and looked at Charley. “And oh, miss," says Charley, clapping hands, with the tears starting down her dimpled cheeks, "Tom's at school, if you please; and little Emma, she's with Mrs. Blinder, miss. And Tom, he would have been at school; and Emma, she would have been left with Mrs. Blinder; and I should have been here all a deal sooner, miss; only Mr. Jarndyce thought that Tom and Emma and I had better get a little used to parting first, we were so small. Don't cry, if you please, miss." "I can't help it, Charley." "No, miss, I can't help it," says Charley. "And if you please, miss, Mr. Jarndyce's love, and he thinks you'll like to teach me now and then. And, if you please, Tom and Emma and I are to see each other once a month. And I'm so happy and so thankful, miss," cried Charley, with a heaving heart, "and I'll try to be such a good maid!" Charley dried her eyes, and entered on her functions, going in her matronly little way about and about the room, and folding up everything she could lay her hands upon. Presently, Charley came creeping back to my side, and said: - "Oh, don't cry, if you please, miss." And I said again: "I can't help it, Charley." And Charley said again: "No, miss; I can't help it." So, after all, I did cry for joy, and indeed, so did she. WE ARE SEVEN I WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MET a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl, That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, "Sisters and brothers, little maid, "And where are they? I pray you tell." And two are gone to sea. "Two of us in the churchyard lie, "You say that two at Conway dwell, Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell, Then did the little maid reply, "You run about, my little maid; "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from mother's door, And they are side by side. "My stockings there I often knit, And there upon the ground I sit, "And often after sunset, sir, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was sister Jane; Till God released her from her pain; "So in the churchyard she was laid; "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?" Quick was the little maid's reply, "O Master, we are seven." "But they are dead; those two are dead; Their spirits are in heaven!" 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little maid would have her will; And said, "Nay, we are seven.” SPEAK GENTLY ANONYMOUS SPEAK gently; it is better far To rule by love than fear; Speak gently; let no harsh word mar Teach it in accents soft and mild; Speak gently to the young; for they Will have enough to bear; Pass through this life as best as they may, 'Tis full of anxious care. Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart, Whose sands of life are nearly run; Let such in peace depart. Speak gently to the erring; know Dropped in the heart's deep well; |