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cheeked girls, well drilled in scrubbing and cooking, and not without a veneer of accomplishments ;

The railway lamp-foreman, tall, strong, fleet of foot, with gentle yoice—lover of the fields and flowers, going long walks Sundays or late evenings by moonlight—sending the balance of his earnings to support his aged father and mother;

The bright sunny girl-child with long beautiful hair (envied of the other children) and poignant blossoming lips and eyes;

The girl in the tobacconist’s shop, her drooping lashes, her taper fingers, and provocative inimitable composureand all the time her mother is incurably dying ;

The hunch-backed cobbler, young, thwarted, thinking incessantly of Jesus—praying night and day for the gift of preaching ;

The drunken father reeling home in the rain across country—he has more than a mile to go—singing, cursing, tumbling hands and knees in the mire; his son following unbeknown at a little distance (he had been watching a long time for his father outside the beershop) ; the late moon rising on the strange scene, the hiccuped oaths of the old man through the silence of the night.

XLVII Lo! I touch you. . Softly yearningly I touch you, and pass on—dreaming the dream of the soul’s slow disentanglement.

Sharp-cut, thin-lipped, Saft scholastic ; plain-featured,