...his marriage has brought you both. But, however, don't look so miserable, Mrs. Grantley : it cuts me to the heart to see you wretched, though I can be...sound of his cheery voice died away. And the great Jeamei showed him the door. Left to herself Ella fell into a very painful reverie, leaning her beautiful...

...though I can be nothing more to you, I'll see if matters cannot be made right. Will I call in again J That I will, and happy, and let people say what they...Grantley; come and see you soon again," and the sound of hia cheery voice died away. And the great J tames showed him the donr. Left to herself Ella fell into...

...Free Lance (Boulanger). " Mr good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thruste th sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. Ahem ! No Tennysonian knight Am I ; yet 'twere not bad, With matters in their present plight,...

...his bride ! SIR GALAHAD. i. MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splintered spear-shafts...

...his bride ! SIR GALAHAD. i. MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts...

...which we have had occasion once already to refer. This is the same Sir Galahad who says and feels — " My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure ;" — this is the "just and faithful knight of God," doing frequent and perilous battle, and...

...with his bride ! SIR GALAHAD. MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts...

...were dead I" SIR GALAHAD. Мт good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrueteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet ehrillcth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts...

...I were dead !" SIR GALAHAD. Mr good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pare. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts...

...his bride ! SIR GALAHAD. I. Mr good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splintered spear-shafts...