XI. "Foremost, bearing the bell, Evangeline's beautiful heifer,

Proud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that waved from her
collar,"

XII. "Late, with the rising moon, returned the wains from the marshes,
Laden with briny hay, that filled the air with its odour."

XIII. "Not so thinketh the folk in the village,' said, warmly, the blacksmith,
Shaking his head, as in doubt."

XIV.

"More than a hundred

Children's children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick.'

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XV.

"In friendly contention the old men Laughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful manœuvre."

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XVI. "Many a farewell word and sweet good-night on the door-step
Lingered long in Evangeline's heart, and filled it with gladness."

XVII. "For Evangeline stood among the guests of her father;

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Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and gladness
Fell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it."

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XVIII. "Now from the country around, from the farms and the neighbouring hamlets,

Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants."

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XIX. "

Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows."

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XX.

"Without, in the churchyard,

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Waited the women. They stood by the graves, and hung on the

head-stones

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Garlands of autumn-leaves, and evergreens fresh from the forest.' BIRKET FOSTER, 41

XXI. Then, all forgetful of self, she wandered into the village,

Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women." JANE E. BENHAM. 45

XXII.

"Marching in gloomy procession Followed the long-imprisoned, but patient Acadian farmers."

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XXIII. "Lowing they waited, and long, at the well-known bars of the farm

yard,

Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkinaid." BIRKET FOSTER. 50

66

XXIV. Suddenly rose from the south a light, as in autumn the blood-red
Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o'er the horizon

Titan-like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow." BIRKET FOSTER.

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XXV. "Having the glare of the burning village for funeral torches,

But without bell or book, they buried the farmer of Grand-Pré."

XXVI. "Then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking;

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And with the ebb of that tide the ships sailed out of the harbour." BIRKET FOSTER, 56

PART THE SECOND.

XXVII. Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered,
Lowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering all things."

XXVIII. "Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi,

Floated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boatmen."

XXIX. "Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plume

like

Cotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they swept with the
current."

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XXX. "

XXXI.

Lovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on the water." BIRKET FOSTER. 65,

"Resplendent in beauty, the lotus Lifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen.'

XXXII. Safely their boat was moored; and scattered about on the

greensward,

Tired with their midnight toil, the weary travellers slumbered."

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XXXIII. "

Nearer and ever nearer, among the numberless islands,
Darted a light, swift boat, that sped away o'er the water."

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XXXIV.

"The house itself was of timbers Hewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together."

XXXV. "Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle
Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean."

XXXVI.

XXXVII.

"Up from the banks of the river,

Borne aloft on his comrades' arms, came Michael the fiddler.
'Long live Michael,' they cried,

As they bore him aloft in triumphal procession."

"With horses and guides and companions, Gabriel left the village, and took the road of the prairies."

XXXVIII. "Into this wonderful land, at the base of the Ozark Mountains,
Gabriel far had entered, with hunters and trappers behind him." BIRKET FOSTER. 83

XXXIX. "Under a towering oak, that stood in the midst of the village,
Knelt the Black-robe Chief with his children."

XL.

"In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters,
Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle,
Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded." BIRKET FOSTER. 92

XLI. "Night after night, when the world was asleep, as the watchman

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repeated

Loud, through the gusty streets, that all was well in the city,
High at some lonely window he saw the light of her taper."

Day after day, in the grey of the dawn, as slow through the suburbs
Plodded the German farmer, with flowers and fruits for the market,
Met he that meek, pale face, returning home from its watchings." JANE E. BENHAM. 95

XLIII.

"Through the hush that succeeded
Whispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and saint-like,
'Gabriel! O my beloved!' and died away into silence.'

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XLIV. "Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.
Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard,
In the heart of the city."

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XLV.

"Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun,
And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story."

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EVANGELINE.

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