And green the sod that wraps his grave."


There was a plaintive wildness in the air not to be withstood; and,
except the keeper's, there was not an unmoistened eye around her.

"Do you weep again?" said she. "I would not have you weep: you are
like my Billy; you are, believe me; just so he looked when he gave
me this ring; poor Billy! 'twas the last time ever we met! -

"'Twas when the seas were roaring--I love you for resembling my
Billy; but I shall never love any man like him."--She stretched out
her hand to Harley; he pressed it between both of his, and bathed it
with his tears.--"Nay, that is Billy's ring," said she, "you cannot
have it, indeed; but here is another, look here, which I plated to-
day of some gold-thread from this bit of stuff; will you keep it for
my sake? I am a strange girl; but my heart is harmless: my poor
heart; it will burst some day; feel how it beats!" She pressed his
hand to her bosom, then holding her head in the attitude of
listening--"Hark! one, two, three! be quiet, thou little trembler;
my Billy is cold!--but I had forgotten the ring."--She put it on his
finger. "Farewell! I must leave you now."--She would have
withdrawn her hand; Harley held it to his lips.--"I dare not stay
longer; my head throbs sadly: farewell!"--She walked with a hurried
step to a little apartment at some distance. Harley stood fixed in
astonishment and pity; his friend gave money to the keeper.--Harley
looked on his ring.--He put a couple of guineas into the man's hand:
"Be kind to that unfortunate."--He burst into tears, and left them.