He caught it ere the horses slid,

And took the danger for his own ;
I but reply, ' Of course he did,'



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MRS. JERNINGHAM'S JOURNAL.
They say the child's uninjured, or

But lightly touched; at that I stare,

And cry, 'That's what he did it for,

Of course the child's . not hurt a hair ! '

And still the days and nights pass on,
And suns and moons illume the skies,

And still I sit and watch by John,
And stif! in quiet trance he lies.
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MRS. JERNINGHAM'S JOURNAL.
Sudden, another epoch springs,

The first has hved its life and goes.
And now he raves of many things,
And who I am he never l:nows.
O wond'rous arrows (taking flight

From aimless hands), that find a mark,

O words that are so full of light,

Though they are spoken in the dark !

And to myself he talks of me.
And knows not that myself am I !

His sentences set sorrows free,

That spread their little wings and fly.
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MRS< JERNINGHAM'S JOURNAL.
Again I saw his ghastly eyes,

O they were full of fear and pain,

As beckoning in a secret wise.
He said, ' Hush, hush — don't tell again.'

And there was something awful in
That secret air so wild and weak,

You might have sworn some dreadful sin
Lay deeper than his tongue could speal:.
But all the words he ever said,

After this mystery was made,
Were, ' Can she love me now I'm dead,

Who when I lived was too afraid f



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Jo HfRS. JERNINGHAM'S JOURNAL.
And then he cried in wailing tone,
His poor hand making piteous sign,

Four little words^four words alone

That went straight from his heart to mine.
