{"1": {"fulltext": "I\\nPS 2263\\n.fll\\n1899\\nb\\nCopy 1\\n^t?^\\nVAILE S LITERATURE SERIES\\nISSUED MONTHLY\\nCCEPT JULY AND AUGUST\\nVOL. J. NO, J.\\nJANUARY, J 900\\n^W\\nLONGFELLOW\\nEDITED *BY\\nE. O. VA1LE\\nSINGLE NUMBER, 10 CENTS\\nPER YEAR, $LOO\\nINTELLIGENCE AND WEEK S CURRENT\\nOAK PARK, (CHICAGO), ILL.\\nEntered at the Post-Office, Oak Park, III., as Second-Class matter.", "height": "4051", "width": "2906", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3940", "width": "2547", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "EVANGELINE\\nA TALE OF ACADIE\\nBY\\nHENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW\\nWITH NOTES AND INTRODUCTION\\nBY\\nE. O. VAILE\\n^6\\nINTELLIGENCE AND WEEEK S CURRENT\\nOAK PARK, (CHICAGO), iLL.\\nCopyright 1899 by E. O. Vaile.", "height": "3910", "width": "2759", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "53775\\nTWO COPIES RECfiiVt\\nj-ibrary 0/ QoDgrei%\\nOffice of tbt.\\nHENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SECOND COPY.\\nEVANGELINE.\\nas is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and\\nthe hemlocks,\\nrded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the\\ntwilight,\\nind like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,\\nand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their\\nbosoms.\\nLoud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring\\nocean 5\\nSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the\\nforest.\\nThis is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that\\nbeneath it\\nLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the\\nvoice of the huntsman?\\nWhere is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian\\nfarmers,\\nMen whose lives glided on like rivers that water the wood-\\nlands, 10\\nDarkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of\\nheaven\\nWaste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever\\ndeparted\\nScattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of\\nOctober\\nSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far\\no er the ocean.\\nNaught but tradition remains of the beatiful village of\\nGrand-Pre. 15", "height": "3962", "width": "2721", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "4 EVANGELINE\\nYe who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and\\nis patient,\\nYe who believe in the beauty and strength of woman s de-\\nvotion,\\nList to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of\\nthe forest;\\nList to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy\\nPART THE FIRST.\\nI.\\nIn the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,\\nDistant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre 21\\nLay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the\\neastward,\\nGiving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without\\nnumber.\\nDikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor\\nincessant,\\nShut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the\\nflood-gates 2;\\nOpened and welcomed the sea to wander at will o er the\\nmeadows.\\nWest and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and\\ncornfields\\nSpreading afar and unfenced o er the plain; and away to\\nthe northward\\nBlomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the\\nmountains\\nSea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty\\nAtlantic 30\\nLooked on the happy valley, but ne er from their station\\ndescended.\\nThere, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian vil-\\nlage.\\nStrongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of\\nchestnut,", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 5\\nSuch as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of\\nthe Henries.\\nThatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables\\nprojecting 35\\nOver the basement below protected and shaded the door-\\nway.\\nThere in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly\\nthe sunset\\nLighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the\\nchimnevs,\\nMatrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles\\nScarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the\\ngolden 40\\nFlax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within\\ndoors,\\nMingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the\\nsongs of the maidens.\\nSolemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the\\nchildren\\nPaused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless\\nthem.\\nReverend walked he among them; and up rose matrons\\nand maidens, 45\\nHailing his slow approach with words of affectionate wel-\\ncome.\\nThen came the laborers home from the field, and serenely\\nthe sun sank\\nDown to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon from the\\nbelfry\\nSoftly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the vil-\\nlage\\nColumns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascend-\\ning,\\nRose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and con-\\ntentment. 51\\nThus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "4084", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6 EVANGELINE\\nDwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they\\nfree from\\nFear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, tli3 vice of re-\\npublics.\\nNeither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their\\nwindows; 55\\nBut their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the\\nowners;\\nThere the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abun-\\ndance.\\nSomewhat apart from the village, and nearer the Basin\\nof Minas,\\nBenedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pre,\\nDwelt on his goodly acres; and with him, directing his\\nhousehold, 60\\nGentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the\\nvillage.\\nStalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy\\nwinters\\nHearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-\\nflakes;\\nWhite as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks were as\\nbrown as the oak-leaves.\\nFair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers;\\nBlack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn\\nby the wayside, 66\\nBlack, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown\\nshade of her tresses\\nSweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed iD\\nthe meadows.\\nWhen in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide\\nFlagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the\\nmaiden. 70\\nFairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from\\nits turret", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 7\\nSprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his\\nhyssop\\nSprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon\\nthem,\\nDown the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads\\nand her missal,\\nWearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue, and the\\nearrings 75\\nBrought in the olden time from France, and since, as an\\nheirloom,\\nHanded down from mother to child, through long genera-\\ntions.\\nBut a celestial brightness a more ethereal beauty-\\nShone on her face and encircled her form, when, after con-\\nfession,\\nHomeward serenely she walked with God s benediction\\nupon her. 80\\nWhen she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exqui-\\nsite music.\\nFirmly builded with rafters of oak, the house of the\\nfarmer\\nStood on the side of a hill commanding the sea; and a\\nshady\\nSycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreathing\\naround it.\\nRudely carved was the porch, with seats beneath; and a\\nfootpath 85\\nLed through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the\\nmeadow.\\nUnder the sycamore-tree were hives overhung by a pent-\\nhouse,\\nSuch as the traveller sees in regions remote by the road-\\nside,\\nBuilt o er a box for the poor, or the blessed image of Mary.\\nFarther down, on the slope of the hill, was the well with\\nits moss-grown 90", "height": "4084", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8 EVANGELINE\\nBucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the\\nhorses.\\nShielding the house from storms, on the north, were the\\nbarns and the farm-yard;\\nThere stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique\\nploughs and the harrows;\\nThere were the folds for the sheep; and there, in his feath-\\nered seraglio,\\nStrutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with the\\nselfsame 95\\nVoice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter.\\nBursting with hay were the barns, themselves a village. In\\neach one\\nFar o er the gable projected a roof of thatch; and a stair-\\ncase,\\nUnder the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous corn-loft.\\nThere too the dove-cot stood, with its meek and innocent\\ninmates 100\\nMurmuring ever of love; while above in the variant breezes\\nNumberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sung of muta-\\ntion.\\nThus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of\\nGrand -Pre\\nLived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his\\nhousehold.\\nMany a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his\\nmissal, 105\\nFixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devo-\\ntion;\\nHappy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of\\nher garment\\nMany a suitor came to her door, by the darkness befriended,\\nAnd, as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her\\nfootsteps,\\nKnew not which beat the louder, his heart or the knocker\\nof iron; J 10", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 9\\nOr, at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village,\\nBolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance as he whis-\\npered\\nHurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music.\\nBut among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome;\\nGabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the blacksmith, 115\\nWho was a mighty man in the village, and honored of all\\nmen;\\nFor since the birth of time, throughout all ages and na-\\ntions,\\nHas the craft of the smith been held in repute by the\\npeople.\\nBasil was Benedict s friend. Their children from earliest\\nchildhood\\nGrew up together as brother and sister; and Father Felician,\\nPriest and pedagog both in the village, had taught them\\ntheir letters 121\\nOut of the selfsame book, with the hymns of the church\\nand the plain-song.\\nBut when the hymn was sung, and the daily lesson com-\\npleted,\\nSwiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil the black-\\nsmith.\\nThere at the door they stood, with wondering eyes to behold\\nhim 125\\nTake in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a play-\\nthing,\\nNailing the shoe in its place; while near him the tire of the\\ncart-wheel\\nLay like a fiery snake, coiled round in a circle of cinders.\\nOft on autumnal eves, when without in the gathering dark-\\nness\\nBursting with light seemed the smithy, through every\\ncranny and crevice, 130\\nWarm by the forge within they watched the laboring bel-\\nlows,", "height": "4084", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "10 EVANGELINE\\nAnd as its panting ceased, and the sparks expired in the\\nashes,\\nMerrily laughed, and said they were nuns going into the\\nchapel.\\nOft on sledges in winter, as swift as the swoop of the eagle,\\nDown the hillside bounding, they glided away o er the\\nmeadow. 135\\nOft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the\\nrafters,\\nSeeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the\\nswallow\\nBrings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its\\nfledglings;\\nLucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swal-\\nlow!\\nThus passed a few swift 7 ears, and they no longer were\\nchildren. 140\\nHe was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face of the\\nmorning,\\nGladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought\\ninto action.\\nShe was a woman now, with the heart and hopes of a\\nwoman.\\nSunshine of Saint Eulalie was she called; for that was\\nthe sunshine\\nWhich, as the farmers believed, would load their orchards\\nwith apples; 145\\nShe too would bring to her husband s house delight and\\nabundance,\\nFilling it full of love and the ruddy faces of children.\\nII.\\nNow had the season returned, when the nights grow\\ncolder and longer,\\nAnd the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 11\\nBirds of passage sailed through the laden air, from the ice-\\nbound, 150\\nDesolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands.\\nHarvests were gathered in; and wild with the winds of Sep-\\ntember\\nWrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old with the\\nangel.\\nAll the signs foretold a winter long and inclement.\\nBees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded their\\nhoney 155\\nTill the hives overflowed; and the Indian hunters asserted\\nCold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes.\\nSuch was the advent of autumn. Then followed that\\nbeautiful season,\\nCalled by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-\\nSaints\\nFilled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and\\nthe landscape 160\\nLay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.\\nPeace seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless heart\\nof the ocean\\nWas for a moment consoled. All sounds were in harmony\\nblended.\\nVoices of children at play, the crowing of cocks in the\\nfarmyards,\\nWhir of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of pigeons,\\nAll were subdued and low as the murmurs of love, and the\\ngreat sun 166\\nLooked with the eye of love through the golden vapors\\naround him;\\nWhile arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow,\\nBright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering tree of\\nthe forest\\nFlashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned with\\nmantles and jewels. 170", "height": "4084", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12 EVANGELINE\\nNow recommenced the reign of rest and affection and\\nstillness,\\nDay with its burden and heat had departed, and twilight\\ndescending\\nBrought back the evening star to the sky, and the herds to\\nthe homestead.\\nPawing the ground they came, and resting their necks on\\neach other,\\nAnd with their nostrils distended inhaling the freshness of\\nevening. 175\\nForemost, bearing the bell, Evangeline s beautiful heifer,\\nProud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that waved\\nfrom her collar,\\nQuietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human affection.\\nThen came the shepherd back with his bleating flocks from\\nthe seaside,\\nWhere was their favorite pasture. Behind them followed\\nthe watch -dog, 180\\nPatient, full of importance, and grand in the pride of his\\ninstinct,\\nWalking from side to side with a lordly air, and superbly\\nWaving his bushy tail, and urging forward the stragglers;\\nRegent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept; their\\nprotector,\\nWhen from the forest at night, through the starry silence,\\nthe wolves howled. 185\\nLate, with the rising moon, returned the wains from the\\nmarshes,\\nLaden with briny hay, that filled the air with its odor.\\nCheerily neighed the steeds, with dew on their manes and\\ntheir fetlocks,\\nWhile aloft on their shoulders the wooden and ponderous\\nsaddles,\\nPainted with brilliant dyes, and adorned with tassels of\\ncrimson, 190\\nNodded in bright array, like hollyhocks heavy with blossoms.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 13\\nPatiently stood the cows meanwhile, and yielded their\\nudders\\nUnto the milkmaid s hand; whilst loud and in regular\\ncadence\\nInto the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended.\\nLowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the\\nfarmyard, 19\\nEchoed back by the barns. Anon they sank into stillness;\\nHeavily closed, with a jarring sound, the valves of the\\nbarndoors,\\nRattled the wooden bars, and all for a season was silent.\\nIn-doors, warm by the wide-mouthed fireplace, idly the\\nfarmer\\nSat in his elbow chair, and watched how the flames and\\nthe smoke-wreaths 200\\nStruggled together like foes in a burning city. Behind\\nhim,\\nNodding and mocking along the wall with gestures fan-\\ntastic,\\nDarted his own huge shadow, and vanished away into\\ndarkness.\\nFaces, clumsily carved in oak, on the back of his armchair\\nLaughed in the flickering light, and the pewter plates on\\nthe dresser 205\\nCaught and reflected the flame, as shields of armies the\\nsunshine.\\nFragments of song the old man sang, and carols of Christ-\\nmas,\\nSuch as at home, in the olden time, his fathers before him\\nSang in their Norman orchards and bright Burgundian\\nvineyards.\\nClose at her father s side was the gentle Evangeline seated,\\nSpinning flax for the loom that stood in the corner behind\\nher. 211\\nSilent awhile were its treadles, at rest was its diligent\\nshuttle,", "height": "4084", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 EVANGELINE\\nWhile the monotonous drone of the wheel, like the drone\\nof a bagpipe,\\nFollowed the old man s song, and united the fragments\\ntogether.\\nAs in a church, when the chant of the choir at intervals\\nceases, 215\\nFootfalls are heard in the aisles, or words of the priest at\\nthe altar,\\nSo, in each pause of the song, with measured motion the\\nclock clicked.\\nThus as they sat, there were footsteps heard, and, sud-\\ndenly lifted,\\nSounded the wooden latch, and the door swung back on its\\nhinges.\\nBenedict knew by the hob-nailed shoes it was Basil the\\nblacksmith, 220\\nAnd by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with\\nhim.\\nWelcome! the farmer exclaimed, as their footsteps paused\\non the threshold,\\nWelcome, Basil, my friend! Come, take thy place on the\\nsettle\\nClose by the chimney-side, which is always empty without\\nthee;\\nTake from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of to-\\nbacco; 22:\\nNever so much thyself art thou as when, through the curling\\nSmoke of the pipe or the forge, thy friendly and jovial face\\ngleams\\nRound and red as the harvest moon through the mist of\\nthe marshes.\\nThen, with a smile of content, thus answered Basil the\\nblacksmith,\\nTaking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside:-\\nBenedict Belief ontaine, thou hast ever thy jest and thy\\nballad! 231", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 15\\nEver in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled\\nwith\\nGloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before them.\\nHappy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a\\nhorseshoe.\\nPausing a moment, to take the pipe that Evangeline\\nbrought him, 235\\nAnd with a coal from the embers had lighted, he slowly\\ncontinued:\\nFour days now are passed since the English ships at their\\nanchors\\nRide in the Gaspereau s mouth, with their cannon pointed\\nagainst us.\\nWhat their design may be is unknown; but all are com-\\nmanded\\nOn the morrow to meet in the church, where his Majesty s\\nmandate 240\\nWill be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas! in the mean\\ntime\\nMany surmises of evil alarm the hearts of the people.\\nThen made answer the farmer: Perhaps some friendlier\\npurpose\\nBrings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the harvests in\\nEngland\\nBy the untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted,\\nAnd from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle\\nand children. 246\\nNot so thinketh the folk in the village, said warmly\\nthe blacksmith,\\nShaking his head as in doubt; then, heaving a sigh, he con-\\ntinued\\nLouisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Sejour, nor Port\\nRoyal,\\nMany already have fled to the fores t? and lurk on its out-\\nskirts, 250\\nWaiting with anxious hearts the dubious fate of to-morrow.", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "16 EVANGELINE\\nArms have been taken from us, and warlike weapons of all\\nkinds;\\nNothing is left but the blacksmith s sledge and the scythe\\nof the mower.\\nThen with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial\\nfarmer:\\nSafer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks and our\\ncornfields, 255\\nSafer within these peaceful dikes besieged by the ocean,\\nThan our fathers in forts, besieged by the enemy s cannon.\\nFear no evil, my friend, and to-night may no shadow of\\nsorrow\\nFall on this house and hearth; for this is the night of the\\ncontract.\\nBuilt are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the\\nvillage 260\\nStrongly have built them and well; and, breaking the\\nglebe round about them,\\nFilled the barn with hay, and the house with food for a\\ntwelvemonth.\\nRene Leblanc will be here anon, with his papers and ink-\\nhorn.\\nShall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our\\nchildren?\\nAs apart by the window she stood, with her hand in her\\nlover s, 265\\nBlushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had\\nspoken,\\nAnd, as they died on his lips, the worthy notary entered.\\nIII.\\nBent like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of tin\\nocean,\\nBent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notai\\npublic;", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 17\\nShocks of yellow hair, like the silken floss of the maize,\\nhung 270\\nOver his shoulders; his forehead was high; and glasses with\\nhorn bows\\nSat astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom supernal.\\nFather of twenty children was he, and more than a hun-\\ndred\\nChildren s children rode on his knee, and heard his great\\nwatch tick.\\nFour long years in the times of the war had he languished\\na captive, 275\\nSuffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the\\nEnglish.\\nNow, though warier grown, without all guile or suspicion,\\nRipe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and child-\\nlike.\\nHe was beloved by all, and most of all by the children;\\nFor he told them tales of the Loup-garou in the forest, 280\\nAnd of the goblin that came in the night to water the\\nhorses,\\nAnd of the white Letiche, the ghost of a child who unchris-\\ntened\\nDied, and was doomed to haunt unseen the chambers of\\nchildren;\\nAnd how on Christmas eve the oxen talked in the stable,\\nAnd how the fever was cured by a spider shut up in a nut-\\nshell, 285\\nAnd of the marvellous powers of four-leaved clover and\\nhorseshoes,\\nWith whatsoever else was writ in the lore of the village.\\nThen up rose from his seat by the fireside Basil the black-\\nsmith,\\nKnocked from his pipe the ashes, and slowly extending his\\nright hand,\\nFather Leblanc, he exclaimed, thou hast heard the\\ntalk in the village, 290", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "18 EVANGELINE\\nAnd, perchance, canst tell us some news of these ships and\\ntheir errand.\\nThen with modest demeanor made answer the notary pub\\nlie,\\nGossip enough have I heard, in sooth, yet am never the\\nwiser;\\nAnd what their errand may be I know no better than others.\\nYet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention 295\\nBrings them here, for we are at peace; and why then molest\\nus?\\nGod s name! shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible\\nblacksmith;\\nMust we in all things look for the how, and the why, and\\nthe wherefore?\\nDaily injustice is done, and might is the right of the\\nstrongest!\\nBut, without heeding his warmth, continued the notary\\npublic,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 300\\nMan is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice\\nTriumphs; and well I remember a story, that often con-\\nsoled me,\\nWhen as a captive I lay in the old French fort at Port\\nRoyal.\\nThis was the old man s favorite tale, and he loved to re-\\npeat it\\nWhenever neighbors complained that any injustice was\\ndone them. 305\\nOnce in an ancient city, whose name I no longer remem-\\nber,\\nRaised aloft on a column, a brazen statue of Justice\\nStood in the public square, upholding the scales in its left\\nhand,\\nAnd in its right a sword, as an emblem that justice pre\\nsided\\nOver the laws of the land, and the hearts and homos of the\\npeople. 310", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 19\\nEven the birds had built their nests in the scales of the\\nbalance,\\nHaving no fear of the sword that flashed in the sunshine\\nabove them.\\nBut in the course of time the laws of the land were cor-\\nrupted\\nMight took the place of right, and the weak were oppressed,\\nand the mighty\\nEuled with an iron rod. Then it chanced in a nobleman s\\npalace 315\\nThat a necklace of pearls was lost, and ere long a suspicion\\nFell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in the household.\\nShe, after form of trial condemned to die on the scaffold,\\nPatiently met her doom at the foot of the statue of Justice.\\nAs to her Father in Heaven her innocent spirit as-\\ncended, 320\\nLo! o er the city a tempest rose; and the bolts of the thunder\\nSmote the statue of bronze, and hurled in wrath from its\\nleft hand\\nDown on the pavement below the clattering scales of the\\nbalance,\\nAnd in the hollow thereof was found the nest of a magpie,\\nInto whose clay-built walls the necklace of pearls was in-\\nwoven. 325\\nSilenced, but not convinced, when the story was ended, the\\nblacksmith\\nStood like a man who fain would speak, but findeth no lan-\\nguage;\\nAll his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face, as\\nthe vapors\\nFreeze in fantastic shapes on the window-panes in the\\nwinter.\\nThen Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the\\ntable, 330\\nFilled, till it overflowed, the pewter tankard with home-\\nbrewed", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "20 EVANGELINE\\nNut-brown ale, that was famed for its strength in the vil-\\nlage of Grand Pre;\\nWhile from his pocket the notary drew his papers and ink-\\nhorn,\\nWrote with a steady hand the date, and the age of the\\nparties,\\nNaming the dower of the bride in flocks of sheep and in\\ncattle. 335\\nOrderly all things proceeded, and duly and well were com-\\npleted,\\nAnd the great seal of the law was set like a sun on the\\nmargin.\\nThen from his leathern pouch the farmer threw on the table\\nThree times the old man s fee in solid pieces of silver;\\nAnd the notary rising, and blessing the bride and bride-\\ngroom, 340\\nLifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their wel-\\nfare.\\nWiping the foam from his lip, he solemnly bowed and\\ndeparted,\\nWhile in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside,\\nTill Evangeline brought the draught-board out of its cor-\\nner.\\nSoon was the game begun. In friendly contention the old\\nmen 345\\nLaughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful manoeuvre,\\nLaughed when a man was crowned, or a breach was made\\nin the king-row.\\nMeanwhile apart, in the twilight gloom of a window s em-\\nbrasure,\\nSat the lovers and whispered together, beholding the moon\\nrise 319\\nOver the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows.\\nSilently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,\\nBlossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me nots of the\\nangels.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIB 21\\nThus passed the evening away. Anon the bell from the\\nbelfry\\nRang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straight-\\nway\\nEose the guests and departed; and silence reigned in the\\nhousehold. 355\\nMany a farewell word and sweet good night on the door-\\nstep\\nLingered long in Evangeline s heart, and filled it with\\ngladness.\\nCarefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the\\nhearth-stone,\\nAnd on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the farmer.\\nSoon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline followed.\\nUp the staircase moved a luminous space in the darkness,\\nLighted less by the lamp than the shining face of the\\nmaiden. 362\\nSilent she passed through the hall, and entered the door of\\nher chamber.\\nSimple that chamber was, with its curtains of white, and\\nits clothes-press\\nAmple and high, on whose spacious shelves were carefully\\nfolded 36 S\\nLinen and woolen stuffs, by the hand of Evangeline woven.\\nThis was the precious dower she would bring to her hus-\\nband in marriage,\\nBetter than flocks and herds, being proofs of her skill as a\\nhousewife.\\nSoon she extinguished her lamp, for the mellow and radi-\\nant moonlight\\nStreamed through the windows, and lighted the room, till\\nthe heart of the maiden 370\\nSwelled and obeyed its power, like the tremulous tides of\\nthe ocean.\\nAh! she was fair, exceeding fair to behold, as she tood\\nwith", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "22 EVANGELINE\\nNaked snow-white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber!\\nLittle she dreamed that below, among* the trees of the\\norchard.\\nWaited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp\\nand her shadow. 375\\nYet were her thoughts of him, and at times a feeling of\\nsadness\\nPassed o er her soul, as the sailing shade of clouds in the\\nmoonlight\\nFlitted across the floor and darkened the room for a mo-\\nment.\\nAnd, as she gazed from the window, she saw serenely the\\nmoon pass\\nForth from the folds of a cloud, and one star follow her\\nfootsteps, 880\\nAs out of Abraham s tent young Ishmael wandered with\\nHagar.\\nIV.\\nPleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of\\nGrand -Pre,\\nPleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of\\nMinas,\\nWhere the ships, with their wavering shadows, were riding\\nat anchor.\\nLife had long been astir in the village, and clamorous labor\\nKnocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of\\nthe morning. sf\\nNow from the country around, from the farms and neigh-\\nboring hamlets,\\nCame in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants.\\nMany a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh from the\\nyoung folk\\nMade the bright air brighter, as up from the numerous\\nmeadows, 390\\nWhere no path could be seen but the track of wheels in the\\ngreensward,", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 23\\nGroup after group appeared, and joined, or passed on the\\nhighway.\\nLong ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were\\nsilenced.\\nThronged were the streets with people; and noisy groups\\nat the house-doors 394\\nSat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gossiped to-\\ngether.\\nEvery house was an inn, where all were welcomed and\\nfeasted;\\nFor with this simple people, who lived like brothers to-\\ngether,\\nAll things were held in common, and what one had was\\nanother s.\\nYet under Benedict s roof hospitality seemed more abund-\\nant:\\nFor Evangeline stood among the guests of her father; 400\\nBright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and\\ngladness\\nFell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she\\ngave it.\\nUnder the open sky, in the odorous air of the orchard,\\nStript of its golden fruit, was spreal the feast of betrothal.\\nThere in the shade of the porch were the priest and the\\nnotary seated; 405\\nThere good Benedict sat, and sturdy Basil the blacksmith.\\nNot far withdrawn from these, by the cider-press and the\\nbeehives,\\nMichael the fiddler was placed, with the gayest of hearts\\nand of waistcoats.\\nShadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his\\nsnow-white\\nHair, as it waved in the wind; and the jolly face of the fid-\\ndler 410\\nGlowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from\\nthe embers.", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "24 EVANGELINE\\nGayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle,\\nTons les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le Carillon de Dan-\\nker que?\\nAnd anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music.\\nMerrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances\\nUnder the orchard trees and down the path to the mead-\\nows; 416\\nOld folk and young together, and children mingled among\\nthem.\\nFairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Benedict s\\ndaughter!\\nNoblest of all the youths was Gabriel, son of the black-\\nsmith\\nSo passed the morning away. And lo! with a summons\\nsonorous 420\\nSounded the bell from its tower, and over the meadows a\\ndrum beat.\\nThronged ere long was the church with men. Without, in\\nthe churchyard,\\nWaited the women. They stood by the graves, and hung\\non the headstones\\nGarlands of autumn-leaves and evergreens fresh from the\\nforest.\\nThen came the guard from the ships, and marching\\nproudly among them 42r\\nEntered the sacred portal. With loud and dissonant\\nclangor\\nEchoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and\\ncasement,\\nEchoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous portal\\nClosed, and in silence the crowd awaited the will of the\\nsoldiers.\\nThen uprose their commander, and spa lie from the steps\\nof the altar, 130\\nHolding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the royal com-\\nmission.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC ABIE\\n25\\nYou are convened this day, he said, by his Majesty s\\norders.\\nClement and kind has he been; but how you have answered\\nhis kindness\\nLet your own hearts reply! To my natural make and my\\ntemper\\nPainful the task is I do, which to you I know must be\\ngrievous. 435\\nYet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our mon-\\narch:\\nNamely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of\\nall kinds\\nForfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from\\nthis province\\nBe transported to other lands. God grant you may dwell\\nthere 439\\nEver as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable people!\\nPrisoners now I declare you, for such is his Majesty s pleas-\\nure!\\nV\\nAs, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer,\\nSuddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hail-\\nstones\\nBeats down the farmer s corn in the field, and shatters his\\nwindows,\\nHiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from\\nthe house-roofs, 445\\nBellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their enclosures;\\nSo on the hearts of the people descended the words of the\\nspeaker.\\nSilent a moment they stood in speechless wonder, and\\nthen rose\\nLouder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger,\\nAnd, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed to the\\ndoorway. 450\\nVain was the hope of escape; and cries and fierce impreca-\\ntions", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "26 EVANGELINE\\nKang through the house of prayer; and high o er the heads\\nof the others\\nRose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the black-\\nsmith,\\nAs, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows.\\nFlushed was his face and distorted with passion; and\\nwildly he shouted, 455\\nDown with the tyrants of England! we never have sworn\\nthem allegiance!\\nDeath to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes\\nand our harvests!\\nMore he fain would have said, but the merciless hand of a\\nsoldier\\nSmote him upon the mouth, and dragged him down to the\\npavement.\\nIn the midst of the strife and tumult of angry conten-\\ntion, 460\\nLo! the door of the chancel opened, and Father Felician\\nEntered, with serious mien, and ascended the steps of the\\naltar.\\nRaising his reverend hand, with a gesture he awed into\\nsilence\\nAll that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to his people;\\nDeep were his tones and solemn; in accents measured and\\nmournful 4( r\\nSpake he, as, after the tocsin s alarum, distinctly the clock\\nstrikes.\\nWhat is this that ye do, my children? what madness has\\nseized you?\\nForty years of my life have I labored among you, and\\ntaught you,\\nNot in word alone, but in deed, to love one another:\\nIs this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers an 1\\nprivations? 470\\nHave you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgive-\\nness?", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 27\\nThis is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you\\nprofane it\\nThus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with\\nhatred\\nLo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon\\nyou!\\nSee! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy com-\\npassion! 475\\nHark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, O Father, for-\\ngive them!\\nLet us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked\\nassail us,\\nLet us repeat it now, and say, O Father, forgive them!\\nFew were his words of rebuke, but deep in the hearts of his\\npeople\\nSank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded the passionate\\noutbreak, 480\\nWhile they repeated his prayer, and said, a O Father, for-\\ngive them!\\nThen came the evening service. The tapers gleamed\\nfrom the altar;\\nFervent and deep was the voice of the priest, and the\\npeople responded,\\nNot with their lips alone, but their hearts; and the Ave Maria\\nSang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls, with\\ndevotion translated, 485\\nRose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascending to\\nheaven.\\nMeanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill\\nand on all sides\\nWandered, wailing, from house to house the women and\\nchildren.\\nLong at her father s door Evangeline stood, with her right\\nhand", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "28 EVANGELINE\\nShielding her eyes from the level rays of the sun, that, de-\\nscending, 490\\nLighted the village street with mysterious splendor, and\\nroofed each\\nPeasant s cottage with golden thatch, and emblazoned its\\nwindows.\\nLong within had been spread the snow-white cloth on the\\ntable;\\nThere stood the wheaten loaf, and the honey fragrant with\\nwild flowers;\\nThere stood the tankard of ale, and the cheese fresh\\nbrought from the dairy; 495\\nAnd at the head of the board the great arm-chair of the\\nfarmer.\\nThus did Evangeline wait at her father s door, as the sunset\\nThrew the long shadows of trees o er the broad ambrosial\\nmeadows.\\nAh! on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallen,\\nAnd from the fields of her soul a fragrance celestial as-\\ncended, 500\\nCharity, meekness, love, and hope, and forgiveness, and\\npatience!\\nThen, all forgetful of self, she wandered into the village,\\nCheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of\\nthe women,\\nAs o er the darkening fields with lingering steps they de-\\nparted,\\nUrged by their household cares, and the weary feet of their\\nchildren. 505\\nDown sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering\\nvapors\\nVeiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending\\nfrom Sinai.\\nSweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded.\\nMeanwhile, amid the gloom, by the church Evangeline\\nlingered.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE\\n29\\nAll was silent within; and in vain at the door and the win-\\ndows 510\\nStood she, and listened and looked, until, overcome by\\nemotion,\\nGabriel! cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no\\nanswer\\nCame from the graves of the dead, nor the gloomier grave\\nof the living.\\nSlowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of\\nher father.\\nSmouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board was the\\nsupper untasted, 515\\nEmpty and drear was each room, and haunted with phan-\\ntoms of terror.\\nSadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor of her\\nchamber.\\nIn the dead of the night she heard the disconsolate rain\\nfall\\nLoud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree by the\\nwindow.\\nKeenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of the echoing\\nthunder 520\\nTold her that God was in heaven, and governed the world\\nhe created!\\nThen she remembered the tale she had heard of the justice\\nof Heaven;\\nSoothed was her troubled soul, and she peacefully slum-\\nbered till morning.\\nV.\\nFour times the sun had risen and set; and now on the\\nfifth day\\nCheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-\\nhouse. 525\\nSoon o er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful proces-\\nsion,", "height": "4069", "width": "2888", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "30 EVANGELINE\\nCame from the neighboring hamlets and farms the Acadian\\nwomen,\\nDriving in ponderous wains their household goods to the\\nseashore,\\nPausing and looking back to gaze once more oh their\\ndwellings,\\nEre they were shut from sight by the winding road and\\nthe woodland. 530\\nClose at their sides their children ran, and urged on the\\noxen,\\nWhile in their little hands they clasped some fragments\\nof playthings.\\nThus to the Gaspereau s mouth they hurried; and there\\non the sea-beach\\nPiled in confusion lay the household goods of the peasants.\\nAll day long between the shore and the ships did the boats\\nply; 5;;:,\\nAll day long the wains came laboring down from the vil-\\nlage.\\nLate in the afternoon, when the sun was near to his setting,\\nEchoing far o er the fields came the roll of drums from the\\nchurchyard.\\nThither the women and children thronged. On a sudden\\nthe church doors\\nOpened, and forth came the guard, and marching in\\ngloomy procession 540\\nFollowed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Acadian\\nfarmers.\\nEven as pilgrims, who journey afar from their homes and\\ntheir country,\\nSing as they go, and in singing forget they are weary and\\nway-worn,\\nSo with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants de-\\nscended\\nDown from the church to the shore, amid their wives and\\ntheir daughters. 54 5", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 31\\nForemost the young men came; and, raising together their\\nvoices,\\nSang with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic Mis-\\nsions\\nSacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaustible fountain!\\nFill our hearts this day with strength and submission and\\npatience!\\nThen the old men, as they marched, and the women that\\nstood by the wayside 550\\nJoined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in the sunshine\\nabove them\\nMingled their notes therewith, like voices of spirits de-\\nparted.\\nHalf-way down to the shore Evangeline waited in silence,\\nNot overcome with grief, but strong in the hour of afflic-\\ntion,\\nCalmly and sadly she waited, until the procession ap-\\nproached her, 555\\nAnd she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotion.\\nTears then filled her eyes, and, eagerly running to meet him,\\nClasped she his hands, and laid her head on his shoulder,\\nand whispered,\\nGabriel! be of good cheer! for if we love one another\\nNothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may\\nhappen! 560\\nSmiling she spake these words; then suddenly paused, for\\nher father\\nSaw she, slowly advancing. Alas! how changed was his\\naspect\\nGone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire from his\\neye, and his footstep\\nHeavier seemed with the weight of the heavy heart in his\\nbosom.\\nBut with a smile and a sigh, she clasped his neck and\\nembraced him, 565", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "32 EVANGELINE\\nSpeaking words of endearment where words of comfort\\navailed not.\\nThus to the Gaspereau s mouth moved on that mournful\\nprocession.\\nThere disorder prevailed, and the tumult and stir of em-\\nbarking.\\nBusily plied the freighted boats: and in the confusion\\nWives were torn from their husbands, and mothers, too\\nlate, saw their children 570\\nLeft on the land, extending their arms, with wildest en-\\ntreaties.\\nSo unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel carried,\\nWhile in despair on the shore Evangeline stood with her\\nfather.\\nHalf the task was not done when the sun went down, and\\nthe twilight\\nDeepened and darkened around; and in haste the refluent\\nocean 575\\nFled away from the shore, and left the line of the sand-\\nbeach\\nCovered with waifs of the tide, with kelp and the slippery\\nseaweed.\\nFarther back in the midst of the household goods and the\\nwagons,\\nLike to a gypsy camp, or a leaguer after a battle,\\nAll escape cut off by the sea, and the sentinels near them,\\nLay encamped for the night the houseless Acadian\\nfarmers. 581\\nBack to its nethermost caves retreated the bellowing ocean,\\nDragging adown the beach the rattling pebbles, and leav-\\ning\\nInland and far up the shore the stranded boats of the\\nsailors.\\nThen, as the night descended, the herds returned from\\ntheir pastures; 585", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 33\\nSweet was the moist still air with the odor of milk from\\ntheir udders;\\nLowing they waited, and long, at the well-known bars of\\nthe farm-yard,\\nWaited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of\\nthe milkmaid.\\nSilence reigned in the streets; from the church no Ange-\\nlus sounded,\\nRose no smoke from the roofs, and gleamed no lights from\\nthe windows. 590\\nBut on the shores meanwhile the evening fires had been\\nkindled,\\nBuilt of the drift-wood thrown on the sands from wrecks\\nin the tempest.\\nRound them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were\\ngathered,\\nVoices of women were heard, and of men, and the crying\\nof children.\\nOnward from fire to fire, as from hearth to hearth in his\\nparish, 595\\nWandered the faithful priest, consoling and blessing and\\ncheering,\\nLike unto shipwrecked Paul on Melita s desolate seashore.\\nThus he approached the place where Evangeline sat with\\nher father,\\nAnd in the flickering light beheld the face of the old man,\\nHaggard and hollow and wan, and without either thought\\nor emotion, 600\\nE en as the face of a clock from which the hands have been\\ntaken.\\nVainly Evangeline strove with words and caresses to cheer\\nhim,\\nVainly offered him food; yet he moved not, he looked not,\\nhe spake not,\\nBut, with a vacant stare, ever gazed at the flickering fire-\\nlight.", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Si EVANGELINE\\nBenedicite murmured the priest, in tones of compassion.\\nMore he fain would have said, but his heart was full, and\\nhis accents 606\\nFaltered and paused on his lips, as the feet of a child on\\na threshold,\\nHushed by the scene he beholds, and the awful presence\\nof sorrow.\\nSilently, therefore, he laid his hand on the head of the\\nmaiden,\\nEaising his tearful eyes to the silent stars that above them\\nMoved on their way, unperturbed by the wrongs and sor-\\nrows of mortals. 611\\nThen sat he down at her side, and they wept together in\\nsilence.\\nSuddenly rose from the south a light, as in autumn the\\nblood -red\\nMoon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o er the hori-\\nzon\\nTitan-like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain\\nand meadow, 615\\nSeizing the rocks and the rivers, and piling huge shadows\\ntogether.\\nBroader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the\\nvillage,\\nGleamed on the sky and the sea, and the ships that lay in\\nthe roadstead.\\nColumns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of flame were\\nThrust through their folds and withdrawn, like the quiver-\\ning hands of a martyr. 620\\nThen as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch,\\nand, uplifting\\nWhirled them aloft through the air, at once from a hun-\\ndred house-tops\\nStarted the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame inter-\\nmingled.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 35\\nThese things beheld in dismay the crowd on the shore\\nand on shipboard.\\nSpeechless at first they stood, then cried aloud in their\\nanguish, 625\\nWe shall behold no more our homes in the village of\\nGrand-Pre!\\nLoud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farmyards,\\nThinking the day had dawned; and anon the lowing of\\ncattle\\nCame on the evening breeze, by the barking of dogs inter-\\nrupted.\\nThen rose a sound of dread, such as startles the sleeping\\nencampments 630\\nPar in the western prairies of forests that skirt the Ne-\\nbraska,\\nWhen the wild horses affrighted sweep by with the speed\\nof the whirlwind,\\nOr the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to the river.\\nSuch was the sound that arose on the night, as the herds\\nand the horses\\nBroke through their folds and fences, and madly rushed\\no er the meadows. 635\\nOverwhelmed with the sight, yet speechless, the priest\\nand the maiden\\nGazed on the scene of terror that reddened and widened\\nbefore them;\\nAnd as they turned at length to speak to their silent com-\\npanion,\\nLo! from his seat he had fallen, and stretched abroad on\\nthe seashore 639\\nMotionless lay his form, from which the soul had departed.\\nSlowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head, and the maiden\\nKnelt at her father s side, and wailed aloud in her terror.\\nThen in a swoon she sank, and lay with her head on his\\nbosom.", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "36 EVANGELINE\\nThrough the long night she lay in deep, oblivious slumber;\\nAnd when she woke from the trance, she beheld a multi-\\ntude near her. 645\\nFaces of friends she beheld, that were mournfully- gazing\\nupon her,\\nPallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest compassion.\\nStill the blaze of the burning village illumined the land-\\nscape,\\nReddened the sky overhead, and gleamed on the faces\\naround her, 649\\nAnd like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses.\\nThen a familiar voice she heard, as it said to the people,\\nLet us bury him here by the sea. When a happier season\\nBrings us again to our homes from the unknown land of\\nour exile,\\nThen shall his sacred dust be piously laid in the church-\\nyard.\\nSuch were the words of the priest. And there in haste b} T\\nthe sea-side, 656\\nHaving the glare of the burning village for funeral torches,\\nBut without bell or book, they buried the farmer of Grand\\nPre.\\nAnd as the voice of the priest repeated the service of sor-\\nrow,\\nLo! with a mournful sound like the voice of a vast congre-\\ngation,\\nSolemnly answered the sea, and mingled its roar with the\\ndirges. 660\\nTwas the returning tide, that afar from the waste of the\\nocean,\\nWith the first dawn of the da} 7 came heaving and hurrying\\nlandward.\\nThen recommenced once more the stir and noise of em-\\nbarking;\\nAnd with the ebb of the tide the ships sailed out of the\\nharbor.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC ABIE\\n37\\nLeaving behind them the dead on the shore, and the village\\nin rums.\\n665\\nPART THE SECOND.\\nI.\\nMany a weary year had passed since the burning of\\nGrand-Pre,\\nWhen on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,\\nBearing a nation, with its household gods, into exile,\\nExile without an end, and without an example in story.\\nFar asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed; 670\\nScattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind\\nfrom the northeast\\nStrikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of\\nNewfoundland.\\nFriendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city\\nto city,\\nFrom the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern\\nsavannas,\\nFrom the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the\\nFather of Waters 675\\nSeizes the hills in his hands, and drags them down to the\\nocean,\\nDeep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the\\nmammoth.\\nFriends they sought and homes; and many, despairing,\\nheart-broken,\\nAsked of the earth but a grave, and no longer a friend nor\\na fireside.\\nWritten their history stands on tablets of stone in the\\nchurchyards. 680\\nLong among them was seen a maiden who waited and\\nwandered,\\nLowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering all\\nthings.", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "38 EVANGELINE\\nFair was she and young; but, alas! before her extended,\\nDreary and vast and silent, the desert of life, with its path-\\nway\\nMarked by the graves of those who had sorrowed and suf-\\nfered before her, 585\\nPassions long extinguished, and hopes long dead and\\nabandoned,\\nAs the emigrant s way o er the Western desert is marked by\\nCamp-fires long consumed, and bones that bleach in the\\nsunshine.\\nSomething there was in her life incomplete, imperfect, un-\\nfinished; 689\\nAs if a morning of June, with all its music and sunshine,\\nSuddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly descended\\nInto the east again, from whence it late had arisen.\\nSometimes she lingered in towns, till, urged by the fever\\nwithin her,\\nUrged by a restless longing, the hunger and thirst of the\\nspirit,\\nShe would commence again her endless search and en-\\ndeavor; WX)\\nSometimes in churchyards strayed, and gazed on the\\ncrosses and tombstones,\\nSat by some nameless grave, and thought that perhaps in\\nits bosom\\nHe was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside\\nhim.\\nSometimes she spake with those who had seen her beloved\\nand known him, 699\\nBut it was long ago, in some far-off place or forgotten.\\nGabriel Lajeunesse! they said; Oh, yes! we have seen\\nhim.\\nHe was with Basil the blacksmith, and both have gone to\\nthe prairies;\\nCoureurs-des-bois are they, and famous hunters and trap-\\npers. 705", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE r _ 39\\nGabriel Lajeunesse! said others; Oh, yes! we have seen\\nhim.\\nHe is a voyageur in the lowlands of Louisiana.\\nThen would they say, Dear child! why dream and wait\\nfor him longer?\\nAre there not other youths as fair as Gabriel others 709\\nWho have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as loyal?\\nHere is Baptiste Leblanc, the notary s son, who has loved\\nthee\\nMany a tedious year; come, give him thy hand and be\\nhappy\\nThou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine s tresses.\\nThen would Evangeline answer, serenely but sadly, I can-\\nnot!\\nWhither my heart has gone, there follows my hand, and\\nnot elsewhere. 715\\nFor when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and illumines\\nthe pathway,\\nMany things are made clear, that else lie hidden in dark-\\nness.\\nThereupon the priest, her friend and father confessor,\\nSaid, with a smile, O daughter! thy God thus speaketh\\nwithin thee! 719\\nTalk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted\\nIf it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning\\nBack to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of\\nrefreshment\\nThat which the fountain sends forth returns again to the\\nfountain.\\nPatience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of\\naffection\\nSorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is\\ngodlike. 725\\nTherefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is\\nniade godlike,", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "40 EVANGELINE\\nPurified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more\\nworthy of heaven!\\nCheered by the good man s words, Evangeline labored and\\nwaited.\\nStill in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of the ocean,\\nBut with its sound there was mingled a voice that whis-\\npered, Despair not! 730\\nThus did that poor soul wander in want and cheerless dis-\\ncomfort,\\nBleeding, barefooted, over the shards and thorns of exist-\\nence.\\nLet me essay, Muse! to follow the wanderer s footsteps;\\nNot through each devious path, each changeful year of\\nexistence;\\nBut as a traveller follows a streamlet s course through the\\nvalley: 735\\nFar from its margin at times, and seeing the gleam of i ts\\nwater\\nHere and there, in some open space, and at intervals only;\\nThen drawing nearer its banks, through sylvaii glooms that\\nconceal it,\\nThough he behold it not, he can hear its continuous mur-\\nmur;\\nHappy, at length, if he find a spot where it reaches an\\noutlet. 740\\nII;\\nIt was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,\\nPast the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,\\nInto the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi,\\nFloated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boat-\\nmen.\\nIt was a band of exiles: a raft, as it were, from the ship-\\nwrecked 745\\nNation, scattered along the coast, now floating together,", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 41\\nBound by the bonds of a common belief and a common\\nmisfortune;\\nMen and women and children, who, guided by hope or by\\nhearsay,\\nSought for their kith and their kin among the few-acred\\nfarmers\\nOn the Acadian coast, and the prairies of fair Opelousas.\\nWith them Evangeline went, and her guide, the Father\\nFelician. 751\\nOnward o er sunken sands, through a wilderness sombre\\nwith forests,\\nDay after day they glided ad own the turbulent river;\\nNight after night, by their blazing fires, encamped on its\\nborders.\\nNow through rushing chutes, among green islands, where\\nplumelike 755\\nCotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they swept with\\nthe current,\\nThen emerged into broad lagoons, where silvery sandbars\\nLay in the stream, and along the wimpling waves of their\\nmargin,\\nShining with snow-white plumes, large flocks of pelicans\\nwaded. 759\\nLevel the landscape grew, and along the shores of the river,\\nShaded by china-trees, in the midst of luxuriant gardens,\\nStood the houses of planters, with negro cabins and dove-\\ncots.\\nThey were approaching the region where reigns perpetual\\nsummer,\\nWhere through the Golden Coast, and groves of orange\\nand citron, 764\\nSweeps with majestic curve the river away to the eastward.\\nThey, too, swerved from their course; and, entering the\\nBayou of Plaquemine,\\nSoon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters,\\nWhich, like a network of steel, extended in every direction.", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "42 EVANGELINE\\nOver their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the\\ncypress\\nMet in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air 770\\nWaved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient\\ncathedrals.\\nDeathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the\\nherons\\nHome to their roosts in the cedar- trees returning at sunset,\\nOr by the owl, as he greeted the moon with demoniac 1\\nlaughter.\\nLovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on\\nthe water, 775\\nGleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar sustaining\\nthe arches,\\nDown through whose broken vaults it fell as through\\nchinks in a ruin.\\nDreamlike, and indistinct, and strange were all things\\naround them;\\nAnd o er their spirits there came a feeling of wonder and\\nsadness,\\nStrange forebodings of ill, unseen and that cannot be com-\\npassed. 7 SO\\nAs, at the tramp of a horse s hoof on the turf of the prairies.\\nFar in advance are closed the leaves of th shrinking mi-\\nmosa,\\nSo, at the hoof-beats of fate, with sad forebodings of evil.\\nShrinks and closes the heart, ere the stroke of doom has\\nattained it.\\nBut Evangeline s heart was sustained by a vision, thai\\nfaintly 786\\nFloated before her e}^es, and beckoned her on through the\\nmoonlight.\\n[t was the thought of her brain that assumed the shape of\\na phantom.\\nThrough those shadowy aisles had Gabriel wandered be-\\nfore her,", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 43\\nAnd every stroke of the oar now brought him nearer and\\nnearer.\\nThen in his place, at the prow of the boat, rose one of\\nthe oarsmen, 790\\nAnd, as a signal sound, if others like them peradventure\\nSailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast\\non his bugle.\\nWild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the\\nblast rang,\\nBreaking the seal of silence and giving tongues to the\\nforest.\\nSoundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to\\nthe music. 795\\nMultitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance,\\nOver the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant\\nbranches;\\nBut not a voice replied no answer came from the darkness\\nAnd when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was\\nthe silence.\\nThen Evangeline slept; but the boatmen rowed through\\nthe midnight, 800\\nSilent at times, then singing familiar Canadian boat-songs,\\nSuch as they sang of old on their own Acadian rivers,\\nAnd through the night were heard the mysterious sounds\\nof the desert,\\nFar off, indistinct, as of wave or wind in the forest,\\nMixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim\\nalligator. 805\\nThus ere another noon they emerged from the shades;\\nand before them\\nLay, in the golden sun, the lakes of the Atchafalaya.\\nWater-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulations\\nMade by the passing oars, and, resplendent in beauty, the\\nlotus 809\\nLifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen.", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "44 E VANGELINE\\nFaint was the air with the odorous breath of magnolia\\nblossoms,\\nAnd with the heat of noon; and numberless sylvan islands.\\nFragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming hedges\\nof roses,\\nNear to whose shores they glided along, invited to slumber.\\nSoon by the fairest of these their weary oars were sus-\\npended. 815\\nUnder the boughs of Wachita willows, that grew by the\\nmargin,\\nSafely their boat was moored; and scattered about on the\\ngreensward,\\nTired with their midnight toil, the weary travellers slum-\\nbered.\\nOver them vast and high extended the cope of a cedar.\\nSwinging from its great arms, the trumpet -flower and the\\ngrape-vine 820\\nHung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob,\\nOn whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descend ing.\\nWere the swift humming-birds, that Bitted from blossom\\nto blossom.\\nSuch was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered be-\\nneath it.\\nFilled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an opening\\nheaven 828\\nLighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.\\nNearer, ever nearer, among the numberless islands,\\nDarted a light, swift boat, that sped away o er the water.\\nUrged on its course by the sinewy arms of hunter- and\\ntrappers.\\nNorthward its prow was turned, to the land of the bison\\nand beaver. s;*0\\nAt the helm sat a youth, with countenance thoughtful and\\ncareworn.\\nDark and neglected locks overshadowed his brow, and a\\nsadness", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 45\\nSomewhat beyond his years on his face was legibly written.\\nGabriel was it, who, weary with waiting, unhappy and rest-\\nless, 834\\nSought in the Western wilds oblivion of self and of sorrow.\\nSwiftly they glided along, close under the lee of the island,\\nBut by the opposite bank, and behind a screen of palmet-\\ntos;\\nSo that they saw not the boat, where it lay concealed in\\nthe willows;\\nAll undisturbed by the dash of their oars, and unseen, were\\nthe sleepers;\\niVngel of God was there none to awaken the slumbering\\nmaiden. 840\\nSwiftly they glided away, like the shade of a cloud on the\\nprairie.\\nAfter the sound of their oars on the tholes had died in the\\ndistance,\\nAs from a magic trance the sleepers awoke, and the maiden\\nSaid with a sigh to the friendly priest, O Father Felician\\nSomething says in my heart that near me Gabriel wanders\\nIs it a foolish dream, an idle and vague superstition? 846\\nOr has an angel passed, and revealed the truth to my\\nspirit?\\nThen, with a blush, she added, Alas for my credulous\\nfancy!\\nUnto ears like thine such words as these have no meaning.\\nBut made answer the reverend man, and he smiled as he\\nanswered, 850\\nDaughter, thy words are not idle; nor are they to me\\nwithout meaning,\\nFeeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the\\nsurface\\nIs as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is\\nhidden.\\nTherefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls\\nillusions.", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "46 EVANGELINE\\nGabriel truly is near thee; for not far away to the south-\\nward, 855\\nOn the banks of the Teche, are the towns of St. Maur and\\nSt. Martin,\\nThere the long- wandering bride shall be given again to\\nher bridegroom,\\nThere the long-absent pastor regain his flock and his sheep-\\nfold.\\nBeautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests of fruit-\\ntrees;\\nUnder the feet a garden of flowers, and the bluest of\\nheavens 8(50\\nBending above, and resting its dome on the walls of the\\nforest.\\nThey who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisi-\\nana.\\nWith these words of cheer they arose and continued their\\njourney.\\nSoftly the evening came. The sun from the western hori-\\nzon\\nLike a magician extended his golden wand o er the land-\\nscape; 865\\nTwinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forot\\nSeemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled\\ntogether.\\nHanging between two skies, a cloud with edges of silver,\\nFloated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the motionless\\nwater.\\nFilled was Evangeline s heart with inexpressible sweetness.\\nTouched by the magic spell, the sacred fountains of feel-\\ning 871\\nGlowed with the light of love, as the skies and waters\\naround her.\\nThen from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest\\nof singers,", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "A TALE OP AC AD IE\\n47\\nSwinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o er the water,\\nShook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,\\nThat the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed\\nsilent to listen. 876\\nPlaintive at first were the tones and sad; then soaring to\\nmadness\\nSeemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bac-\\nchantes.\\nSingle notes were then heard; in sorrowful, low lamenta-\\ntion;\\nTill, having gathered them all, he flung them abroad in\\nderision, 880\\nAs when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-\\ntops\\nShakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the\\nbranches.\\nWith such a prelude as this, and hearts that throbbed with\\nemotion,\\nSlowly they entered the Teche, where it flows through the\\ngreen Opelousas,\\nAnd, through the amber air, above the crest of the wood-\\nland, 885\\nSaw the column of smoke that arose from a neighboring\\ndwelling;\\nSounds of a horn they heard, and the distant lowing of\\ncattle.\\nIII.\\nNear to the bank of the river, o ershadowed by oaks\\nfrom whose branches\\nGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,\\nSuch as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets at Yule-\\ntide, 890\\nStood, secluded and still, the house of the herdsman. A\\ngarden", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "48 EVANGELINE\\nGirded it round about with a belt of luxuriant blossoms,\\nFilling the air with fragrance. The house itself was of\\ntimbers\\nHewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together.\\nLarge and low was the roof; and on slender columns sup-\\nported, 895\\nKose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and spacious ve-\\nranda,\\nHaunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended around\\nit.\\nAt each end of the house, amid the flowers of the garden,\\nStationed the dove-cots were, as love s perpetual symbol,\\nScenes of endless wooing, and endless contentions of rivals.\\nSilence reigned o er the place. The line of shadow and\\nsunshine 901\\nRan near the tops of the trees; but the house itself was in\\nshadow,\\nAnd from its chimney-top, ascending and slowly expanding\\nInto the evening air, a thin blue column of smoke rose.\\nIn the rear of the house, from the garden gate, ran a path-\\nWay 905\\nThrough the great groves of oak to the skirts of the limit-\\nless prairie,\\nInto whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending.\\nFull in his track of light, like ships with shadowy canvas\\nHanging loose from their spars in a motionless calm in the\\ntropics,\\nStood a cluster of trees, w r ith tangled cordage of grape-\\nvines. 910\\nJust where the woodlands met the flowery surf of the\\nprairie,\\nMounted upon his horse, with Spanish saddle and stirrups,\\nSat a herdsman, arrayed in gaiters and doublet of deerskin.\\nBroad and brown was the face that from under the Span-\\nish sombrero", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 49\\nGazed on the peaceful scene, with the lordly look of its\\nmaster. 915\\nRound about him were numberless herds of kine that were\\ngrazing\\nQuietly in the meadows, and breathing the vapory freshness\\nThat uprose from the river, and spread itself over the\\nlandscape.\\nSlowly lifting the horn that hung at his side, and expanding\\nFully his broad, deep chest, he blew a blast, that resounded\\nWildly and sweet and far, through the still damp air of\\nthe evening. 921\\nSuddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the\\ncattle\\nRose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean.\\nSilent a moment they gazed, then bellowing rushed o er\\nthe prairie,\\nAnd the whole mass became a cloud, a shade in the dis-\\ntance. 925\\nThen, as the herdsman turned to the house, through the\\ngate of the garden\\nSaw he the forms of the priest and the maiden advancing\\nto meet him.\\nSuddenly down from his horse he sprang in amazement,\\nand forward\\nPushed with extended arms and exclamations of wonder;\\nWhen they beheld his face, they recognized Basil the\\nblacksmith. 930\\nHearty his welcome was, as he led his guests to the garden.\\nThere in an arbor of roses with endless question and\\nanswer\\nGave they vent to their hearts, and renewed their friendly\\nembraces,\\nLaughing and weeping by turns, or sitting silent and\\nthoughtful.\\nThoughtful, for Gabriel came not; and now dark doubts\\nand misgivings 935", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "50 EVANGELINE\\nStole o er the maiden s heart; and Basil, somewhat embar-\\nrassed,\\nBroke the silence and said, If you came by the Atcha-\\nfalaya,\\nHow have you nowhere encountered my Gabriel s boat on\\nthe bayous?\\nOver Evangeline s face at the words of Basil a shade\\npassed.\\nTears came into her eyes, and she said, with a tremulous\\naccent, 940\\nGone? is Gabriel gone? and, concealing her face on his\\nshoulder,\\nAll her o erburdened heart gave way, and she wept and\\nlamented.\\nThen the good Basil said, and his voice grew blithe as he\\nsaid it,\\nBe of good cheer, my child; it is only to-day he departed.\\nFoolish boy! he has left me alone with my herds and my\\nhorses. 945\\nMoody and restless grown, and tried and troubled, his spirit\\nCould no longer endure the calm of this quiet existence.\\nThinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful ever,\\nEver silent, or speaking only of thee and his troubles\\nHe at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens,\\nTedious even to me, that at length I bethought me, and\\nsent him 951\\nUnto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with the Span-\\niards.\\nThence he will follow the Indian trails to the Ozark Moun-\\ntains,\\nHunting for furs in the forests, on rivers trapping the\\nbeaver.\\nTherefore be of good cheer; we will follow the fugitive\\nlover; 956\\nHe is not far on his way, and the Fates and the streams are\\nagainst him.", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 51\\nUp and away to-morrow, and through the red dew of the\\nmorning,\\nWe will follow him fast, and bring him back to his prison.\\nThen glad voices were heard, and up from the banks of\\nthe river,\\nBorne aloft on his comrades arms, came Michael the\\nfiddler. 960\\nLong under Basil s roof had he lived, like a god on Olym-\\npus,\\nHaving no other care than dispensing music to mortals.\\nPar renowned was he for his silver locks and his fiddle.\\nLong live Michael, they cried, our brave Acadian min-\\nstrel!\\n4s they bore him aloft in triumphal procession; and\\nstraightway 965\\nFather Felician advanced with Evangeline, greeting the\\nold man\\nKindly and oft, and recalling the past, while Basil, enrap-\\ntured,\\nHailed with hilarious joy his old companions and gossips,\\nLaughing loud and long, and embracing mothers and\\ndaughters.\\nMuch they marvelled to see the wealth of the ci-devant\\nblacksmith, 970\\nAll his domains and his herds, and his patriarchal de-\\nmeanor;\\nMuch they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil and the\\nclimate.\\nAnd of the prairies, whose numberless herds were his who\\nwould take them;\\nEach one thought in his heart, that he, too, would go and\\ndo likewise.\\nThus they ascended the steps, and, crossing the breezy\\nveranda, 975\\nEntered the hall of the house 3 where already the supper of\\nBasil", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "52 EVANGELINE\\nWaited his late return; and they rested and feasted to-\\ngether.\\nOver the joyous feast the sudden darkness descended.\\nAll was silent without, and, illuming the landscape with\\nsilver,\\nFair rose the dewy moon and the myriad stars; but within\\ndoors, 98(\\nBrighter than these, shone the faces of friends in the glim-\\nmering lamplight.\\nThen from his station aloft, at the head of the table, the\\nherdsman\\nPoured forth his heart and his wine together in endless\\nprofusion.\\nLighting his pipe, that was filled with sweet Natchitoches\\ntobacco,\\nThus he spake to his guests, who listened, and smiled as\\nthey listened: 985\\nWelcome once more, my friends, who long have been\\nfriendless and homeless,\\nWelcome once more to a home, that is better perchance\\nthan the old one!\\nHere no hungry winter congeals our blood like the rivers;\\nHere no stony ground provokes the wrath of the farmer;\\nSmoothly the plowshare runs through the soil, as a keel\\nthrough the water. .HH)\\nAll the year round the orange-groves are in blossom; and\\ngrass grows\\nMore in a single night than a whole Canadian summer.\\nHere, too, numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the\\nprairies\\nHere, too, lands may be had for the asking, and forests of\\ntimber\\nWith a few blows of the ax are hewn and Framed into\\nhouses. 996\\nAfter your houses are built, and your Gelds arc yellow with\\nharvests,", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC ABIE 53\\nNo King George of England shall drive you away from\\nyour homesteads,\\nBurning your dwellings and barns, and stealing your farms\\nand your cattle.\\nSpeaking these words, he blew a wrathful cloud from his\\nnostrils,\\nWhile his huge, brown hand came thundering down on the\\ntable, 1000\\nSo that the guests all started; and Father Felician, as-\\ntounded,\\nSuddenly paused, with a pinch of snuff half-way to his\\nnostrils.\\nBut the brave Basil resumed, and his words w#re milder\\nand gayer:\\nOnly beware of the fever, my friends, beware of the fever!\\nFor it is not like that of our cold Acadian climate, 1005\\nCured by wearing a spider hung round one s neck in a nut-\\nshell\\nThen there were voices heard at the door, and footsteps\\napproaching\\nSounded upon the stairs and the floor of the breezy veranda.\\nIt was the neighboring Creoles and small Acadian planters,\\nWho had been summoned all to the house of Basil the\\nherdsman. 1010\\nMerry the meeting was of ancient comrades and neighbors\\nFriend clasped friend in his arms; and they who before\\nwere as strangers,\\nMeeting in exile, became straightway as friends to each other,\\nDrawn by the gentle bond of a common country together.\\nBut in the neighboring hall a strain of music, proceeding\\nFrom the accordant strings of Michael s melodious fiddle,\\nBroke up all further speech. Away, like children delighted,\\nAll things forgotten beside, they gave themselves to the\\nmaddening 1018\\nWhirl of the dizzy dance, as it swept and swayed to the\\nmusic,", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "54 EVANGELINE\\nDreamlike, with beaming eyes and the rush of fluttering\\ngarments. llLO\\nMeanwhile, apart, at the head of the hall, the priest and\\nthe herdsman\\nSat, conversing together of past and present and future;\\nWhile Evangeline stood like one entranced, for within her\\nOlden memories rose, and loud in the midst of the music\\nHeard she the sound of the sea, and an irrepressible sad-\\nness 1025\\nCame o er her heart, and unseen she stole forth into the\\ngarden.\\nBeautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of the\\nforest,\\nTipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the\\nriver\\nFell here and there through the branches a tremulous\\ngleam of the moonlight,\\nLike the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious\\nspirit. 1090\\nNearer and round about her, the manifold flowers of the\\ngarden\\nPoured out their souls in odors, that were their prayers and\\nconfessions\\nUnto the night, as it went its way, like a silent Carthusian.\\nFuller of fragrance than they, and as heavy with shadows\\nand night-dews,\\nHung the heart of the maiden. The calm and the magical\\nmoonlight LQ35\\nSeemed to inundate her soul with indefinable longings.\\nAs, through the garden-gate, and beneath the shade of the\\noak-trees,\\nPassed she along the path to the edge of the measureless\\nprairie.\\nSilent it lay, with a silvery haze upon it, and fire-flies\\nGleaming and floating away in mingled and infinite num-\\nbers. 1040", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 55\\nOver her head the stars, the thoughts of God in the\\nheavens,\\nShone on the eyes of man, who had ceased to marvel and\\nworship,\\nSave when a blazing comet was seen on the walls of that\\ntemple,\\nAs if a hand had appeared and written upon them, Uphar-\\nsin.\\nAnd the soul of the maiden, between the stars and the fire-\\nflies, 1045\\nWandered alone, and she cried, O Gabriel! O my be-\\nloved!\\nArt thou so near unto me, and yet I cannot behold thee\\nArt thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach\\nme?\\nAh! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie!\\nAh! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands\\naround me! 1050\\nAh! how often beneath this oak, returning from labor,\\nThou hast laid down to rest, and to dream of me in thy\\nslumbers\\nWhen shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about\\nthee?\\nLoud and sudden and near the note of a whippoorwill\\nsounded\\nLike a flute in the woods; and anon, through the neighbor-\\ning thickets, 1055\\nFarther and farther away it floated and dropped into\\nsilence.\\nPatience! whispered the oaks from oracular caverns of\\ndarkness;\\nAnd, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded, To-\\nmorrow!\\nBright rose the sun next day; and all the flowers of the\\ngarden", "height": "4054", "width": "2805", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "56 EVANGELINE\\nBathed his shining feet with their tears, and anointed\\nhis tresses 1060\\nWith the delicious balm that they bore in their vases of\\ncrystal.\\nFarewell! said the priest, as he stood at the shadowy\\nthreshold\\nSee that you bring us the Prodigal Son from his fasting\\nand famine,\\nAnd, too, the Foolish Virgin, who slept when the bride-\\ngroom was coming.\\nFarewell! answered the maiden, and, smiling, with Basil\\ndescended L065\\nDown to the river s brink, where the boatmen already were\\nwaiting.\\nThus beginning their journey with morning, and sunshine,\\nand gladness,\\nSwiftly they followed the flight of him who was speeding\\nbefore them, 10T S\\nBlown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the desert.\\nNot that day, nor the next, nor yet the day that succeeded.\\nFound they trace of his course, in lake, or forest, or river,\\nNor, after many days, had they found him; but vague and\\nuncertain\\nRumors alone were their guides through a wild and deso-\\nlate country;\\nTill, at the little inn of the Spanish town of Aday\\nWeary and worn, they alighted, and learned from the gar\\nrulous landlord 1076\\nThat on the day before, with horses and guides and com-\\npanions,\\nGabriel left the village, and took the road of the prairie-.\\nIV.\\nFar in the West there lies a desert land, where the moun-\\ntains", "height": "4052", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 57\\nLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous\\nsummits.\\nDown from their jagged, deep ravines, where the gorge,\\nlike a gateway, 1080\\nOpens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant s\\nwagon,\\nWestward the Oregon flows and the Walleway and Owy-\\nhee.\\nEastward, with devious course, among the Wind-river\\nMountains,\\nThrough the Sweet -water Valley precipitate leaps the Ne-\\nbraska;\\nAnd to the south, from Fontaine-qui-bout and the Spanish\\nSierras, 1085\\nFretted with sands and rocks, and swept by the wind of\\nthe desert,\\nNumberless torrents, with ceaseless sound, descend to the\\nocean,\\nLike the great chords of a harp, in loud and solemn vibra-\\ntions.\\nSpreading between these streams are the wondrous, beauti-\\nful prairies, 1089\\nBillowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and sunshine,\\nBright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple amor-\\nphas.\\nOver them wandered the buffalo herds, and the elk and\\nthe roebuck;\\nOver them wandered the wolves, and herds of riderless\\nhorses;\\nFires that blast and blight, and winds that are weary with\\ntravel;\\nOver them wander the scattered tribes of Ishmael s chil-\\ndren, 1095\\nStaining the desert with blood, and above their terrible\\nwar-frails\\nCircles and sails aloft, on pinions majestic, the vulture,", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "58 EVANGELINE\\nLike the implacable soul of a chieftain slaughtered in\\nbattle,\\nBy invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens.\\nHere and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage\\nmarauders; 1100\\nHere and there rise groves from the margins of swift -run-\\nning rivers;\\nAnd the grim, taciturn bear, the anchorite monk of the\\ndesert,\\nClimbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the\\nbrookside,\\nAnd over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline heaven,\\nLike the protecting hand of God inverted above them. 1105\\nInto this wonderful land, at the base of the )/ark Moun-\\ntains,\\nGabriel far had entered, with hunters and trappera behind\\nhim.\\nDay after day, with their Indian guides, the maiden and\\nBasil\\nFollowed his flying steps, and thought each da\\\\ to\\no ertake him.\\nSometimes they saw, or thought they saw, the smoke of\\nhis camp-fire I I 1 1 1\\nRise in the morning air from the distant plain; but at\\nnightfall,\\nWhen they had reached the place, they found only embers\\nand ashes.\\nAnd, though their hearts were sad at times and their bodies\\nwere weary,\\nHope still guided them on, as the magic Fata Morgana\\nShowed them her lakes of light, that retreated and van-\\nished before them. 1 1 1\\nOnce, as they sat by their evening lire, there silently\\nentered", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC ABIE 59\\nInto the little camp an Indian woman, whose features\\nWore deep traces of sorrow, and patience as great as her\\nsorrow.\\nShe was a Shawnee woman returning home to her people,\\nFrom the far-off hunting-grounds of the cruel Camanches,\\nWhere her Canadian husband, a coureur-des-bois, had been\\nmurdered. 1121\\nTouched were their hearts at her story, and warmest and\\nfriendliest welcome\\nGave they, with words of cheer, and she sat and feasted\\namong them\\nOn the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on the embers.\\nBut when their meal was done, and Basil and all his com-\\npanions, 1125\\nWorn with the long day s march and the chase of the deer\\nand the bison,\\nStretched themselves on the ground, and slept where the\\nquivering fire-light\\nFlashed on their swarthy cheeks, and their forms wrapped\\nup in their blankets,\\nThen at the door of Evangeline s tent she sat and repeated\\nSlowly, with soft, low voice, and the charm of her Indian\\naccent, 1130\\nAll the tale of her love, with its pleasures, and pains, and\\nreverses.\\nMuch Evangeline wept at the tale, and to know that an-\\nother\\nHapless heart like her own had loved and had been disap-\\npointed.\\nMoved to the depths of her soul by pity and woman s\\ncompassion,\\nYet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suffered was\\nnear her, 1135\\nShe in turn related her love and all its disasters.\\nMute with wonder the Shawnee sat, and when she had\\nended", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": ".60 EVANGELINE\\nStill was mute; but at length, as if a mysterious horror\\nPassed through her brain, she spake, and repeated the tale\\nof the Mowis;\\nMowis, the bridegroom of snow, who won and wedded a\\nmaiden, 1140\\nBut, when the morning came, arose and passed from the\\nwigwam,\\nFading and melting away and dissolving into the sunshine.\\nTill she beheld him no more, though she followed far into\\nthe forest.\\nThen, in those sweet, low tones, that seemed like a weird\\nincantation,\\nTold she the tale of the fair Lilinau, who was wooed by a\\nphantom, 11 16\\nThat, through the pines o er her father s lodge, in the hush\\nof the twilight,\\nBreathed like the evening wind, and whispered love to the\\nmaiden,\\nTill she followed his green and waving plume through the\\nforest,\\nAnd nevermore returned, nor was seen again by her people.\\nSilent with wonder and strange surprise. Evangeline\\nlistened\\nTo the soft flow of her magical words, till the region\\naround her 1 1 1\\nSeemed like enchanted ground, and her swarthy guest the\\nenchantress.\\nSlowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains the moon rose,\\nLighting the little tent, and with a mysterious splendor\\nTouching the sombre leaves, and embracing and filling the\\nwoodland. 1 j 55\\nWith a delicious sound the brook rushed by, and the\\nbranches\\nSwayed and sighed overhead in scarcely audible whispn\\nFilled with thoughts of love was Evangeline s heart, but\\nsecret,", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 61\\nSubtile sense crept in of pain and indefinite terror,\\nAs the cold, poisonous snake creeps into the nest of the\\nswallow. 1160\\nIt was no earthly fear. A breath from the region of spirits\\nSeemed to float in the air of night; and she felt for a mo-\\nment\\nThat, like the Indian maid, she, too, was pursuing a phan-\\ntom.\\nWith this thought she slept, and the fear and the phantom\\nhad vanished.\\nEarly upon the morrow the march was resumed, and the\\nShawnee 1165\\nSaid, as they journeyed along. On the western slope of\\nthese mountains\\nDwells in his little village the Black Robe chief of the\\nMission.\\nMuch he teaches the people, and tells them of Mary and\\nJesus;\\nLoud laugh their hearts with joy. and weep with pain, as\\nthey hear him.\\nThen, with a sudden and secret emotion. Evangeline an-\\nswered, 1170\\nLet us go to the Mission, for there good tidings await us!\\nThither they tinned their steeds: and behind a spin of the\\nmountains.\\nJust as the sun went down, thev heard a rnurniur of voices.\\nAnd in a meadow green and broad, by the bank of a river.\\nSaw the tents of the Christians, the tents of the Jesuit\\nMission. 1175\\nUnder a towering oak, that stood in the midst of the vil-\\nlage,\\nKnelt the Black Robe chief with his children. A crucifix\\nfastened\\nHigh on the trunk of the tree, and overshadowed by grape-\\nvines.", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "02 EVANGELINE\\nm\\nLooked with its agonized face on the multitude kneeling\\nbeneath it.\\nThis was their rural chapel. Aloft, through the intricate\\narches 1180\\nOf its aerial roof, arose the chant of their vespers.\\nMingling its notes with the soft susurrus and sighs of the\\nbranches.\\nSilent, with heads uncovered, the travellers, nearer ap-\\nproaching,\\nKnelt on the swarded floor, and joined in the evening de-\\nvotions.\\nBut when the service was done, and the benediction had\\nfallen\\nForth from the hands of the priest, like seed from the\\nhands of the sower. J 186\\nSlowly the reverend man advanced to the strangers, and\\nbade them\\nWelcome; and when they replied, he smiled with benignant\\nexpression,\\nHearing the homelike sounds of his mother tongue in the\\nforest,\\nAnd, with words of kindness, conducted them into his wig-\\nwam. [190\\nThere upon mats and skins they reposed, and on cakes of\\nthe maize-ear\\nFeasted, and slaked their thirst from the water-gourd of\\nthe teacher.\\nSoon was their story told; and the priest with solemnity\\nanswered:\\nNot six suns have risen and set since Gabriel, seated\\nOn this mat by my side, where now the maiden reposes,\\nTold me this same sad tale; then arose and continued bia\\njourney! HQg\\nSoft was the voice of the priest, and he spake with an ac-\\ncent of kindness;\\nBut on Evangeline s heart fell his words as in winter the\\nsnow-flakes", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 63\\nFall into some lone nest from which the birds have de-\\nparted.\\nFar to the north he has gone, continued the priest; but\\nin autumn, 1200\\nWhen the chase is done, will return again to the Mission.\\nThen Evangeline said, and her voice was meek and sub-\\nmissive,\\nLet me remain with thee, for my soul is sad and afflicted.\\nSo seemed it wise and well unto all; and betimes on the\\nmorrow,\\nMounting his Mexican steed, with his Indian guides and\\ncompanions, 1205\\nHomeward Basil returned, and Evangeline stayed at the\\nMission.\\nSlowly, slowly, slowly the days succeeded each other,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDays and weeks and months; and the fields of maize that\\nwere springing\\nGreen from the ground when a stranger she came, now\\nwaving about her,\\nLifted their slender shafts, with leaves interlacing, and\\nforming 1210\\nCloisters for mendicant crows and granaries pillaged by\\nsquirrels.\\nThen in the golden weather the maize was husked, and the\\nmaidens\\nBlushed at each blood-red ear, for that betokened a lover,\\nBut at the crooked laughed, and called it a thief in the\\ncornfield.\\nEven the blood-red ear to Evangeline brought not her\\nlover. 1216\\nPatience! the priest would say; have faith, and thy\\nprayer will be answered\\nLook at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the\\nmeadow,\\nSee how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the\\nmagnet;", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "64 EVANGELINE\\nIt is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has sus-\\npended 1219\\nHere on its fragile stalk, to direct the traveller s journey\\nOver the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert.\\nSuch in the soul of man is faith. The blossoms of passion,\\nGay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller of fra-\\ngrance,\\nBut they beguile us, and lead us astray, and their odor La\\ndeadly.\\nOnly this humble plant can guide us here, and hereafter\\nCrown us with asphodel flowers, that are wet with the dews\\nof nepenthe. 122(1\\nSo came the autumn, and passed, and the winter ye\\\\\\nGabriel came not;\\nBlossomed the opening spring, and the notes of the robin\\nand bluebird\\nSounded sweet upon wold and in wood, yet Gabriel came\\nnot.\\nBut on the breath of the summer winds a rumor was wafted\\nSweeter than song of bird, or hue or odor of blossom. L231\\nFar to the north and east, it said, in the Michigan forests,\\nGabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw River.\\nAnd, with returning guides, that sought the lakes of St.\\nLawrence,\\nSaying a sad farewell, Evangeline went from the Mission.\\nWhen over weary ways, by long and perilous ma relies, 1286\\nShe had attained at length the depth of the Michigan l\u00c2\u00ab\\nests.\\nFound she the hunter s lodge deserted and fallen to ruin!\\nThus did the long sad years glide on, and in seasons\\nand places m [239\\nDivers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNow in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Mission\\nNow in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the armj\\nNow in secluded hamlets, in towns and populous citi", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 65\\nLike a phantom she came, and passed away unremembered.\\nFair was she and young, when in hope began the long\\njourney; 1245\\nFaded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.\\nEach succeeding year stole something away from her\\nbeauty,\\nLeaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the\\nshadow.\\nThen there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o er\\nher forehead,\\nDawn of another life, that broke o er her earthly horizon,\\nAs in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morn-\\ning. 12S1\\nV.\\nIn that delightful land which is washed by the Dela-\\nware s waters,\\nGuarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle,\\nStands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he\\nfounded.\\nThere all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of\\nbeauty, 1255\\nAnd the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the\\nforest,\\nAs if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts\\nthey molested.\\nThere from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an\\nexile,\\nFinding among the children of Penn a home and a country.\\nThere old Rene Leblanc had died; and when he de-\\nparted, 1260\\nSaw at his side only one of all his hundred descendants.\\nSomething at least there was in the friendly streets of the\\ncity,\\nSomething that spake to her heart, and made her no longer\\na stranger;", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "m EVANGELINE\\nAnd her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the\\nQuakers,\\nFor it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, 1265\\nWhere all men were equal, and all were brothers and\\nsisters.\\nSo, when the fruitless search, the disappointed endeavor,\\nEnded to recommence no more upon earth, uncomplain-\\ning\\nThither, as leaves to the light, were turned her thoughts\\nand her footsteps.\\nAs from a mountain s top the rainy mists of the morn-\\ning 1270\\nRoll away and afar we behold the landscape below us,\\nSun-illumined, with shining rivers and cities and hamlets,\\nSo fell the mists from her mind, and she saw the world far\\nbelow her,\\nDark no longer, but all illumined with love; and the path-\\nway\\nWhich she had climbed so far, lying smooth and fair in\\nthe distance. 1275\\nGabriel was not forgotten. Within her heart was his image\\nClothed in the beauty of love and youth, as last she beheld\\nhim.\\nOnly more beautiful made by his deathlike silence and ab-\\nsence.\\nInto her thoughts of him time entered not, for it was not.\\nOver him years had no power; he was not changed, but\\ntransfigured; 12 S()\\nHe had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not\\nabsent;\\nPatience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others,\\nThis was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught\\nher.\\nSo was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spicei\\nSuffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with\\naroma. 1285", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC AD IE 67\\nOther hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow\\nMeekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.\\nThus many years she lived as a Sister of Mercy; frequent-\\ning\\nLonely and wretched roofs in the crowded lanes of the\\ncity,\\nWhere distress and want concealed themselves from the\\nsunlight, 1290\\nWhere disease and sorrow in garrets languished neglected.\\nNight after night when the world was asleep, as the watch-\\nman repeated\\nLoud, through the dusty streets, that all was well in the\\ncity,\\nHigh at some lonely window he saw the light of her taper.\\nDay after day, in the gray of the dawn, as slow through\\nthe suburbs 1295\\nPlodded the German farmer, with flowers and fruits for\\nthe market,\\nMet he that meek, pale face, returning home from its\\nwatchings.\\nThen it came to pass that a pestilence fell on the city,\\ntPresaged by wondrous signs, and mostly by flocks of wild\\npigeons,\\nDarkening the sun in their flight, with naught in their\\ncraws but an acorn. 1300\\nAnd, as the tides of the sea arise in the month of Sep-\\ntember,\\nFlooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a lake in the\\nj meadow,\\nSo death flooded life, and, overflowing its natural margin,\\nSpread to a brackish lake the silver stream of existence.\\nWealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm, the\\noppressor; 1305\\nBut all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger;\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOnly, alas! the poor, who had neither friends nor atten-\\ndants,", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "63 EVANGELINE\\nCrept away to die in the almshouse, home of the homeless.\\nThen in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of meadows and\\nwoodlands;\\nNow the city surrounds it; but still, with its gateway and\\nwicket 1310\\nMeek, in the midst of splendor, its humble walls seem to\\necho\\nSoftly the words of the Lord: The poor ye always have\\nwith 3-0U.\\nThither, by night and by day, came the Sister of Mercy.\\nThe d}dng\\nLooked up into her face, and thought, indeed, to behold\\nthere\\nGleams of celestial light encircle her forehead with splendor,\\nSuch as the artist paints o er the brows of saints and\\napostles, L316\\nOr such as hangs by night o er a city seen at a distance.\\nUnto their e} T es it seemed the lamps of the city celestial.\\nInto whose shining gates erelong their spirits would enter.\\nThus, on a Sabbath morn, through the streets, deserted\\nand silent, l:*2(\\nWending her quiet way, she entered the door of the alma\\nhouse.\\nSweet on the summer air w T as the odor of flowers in the\\ngarden,\\nAnd she paused on her way to gather the fairest among\\nthem,\\nThat the dying once more might rejoice in their fragrance\\nand beauty.\\nThen, as she mounted the stairs to the corridors, cooled l\\nthe east-wind, l;i:\\nDistant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry\\nof Christ Church,\\nWhile, intermingled with these, across the meadows were\\nwafted", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIE 69\\nSounds of psalms, that were sung by the Swedes in their\\nchurch at Wicaco.\\nSoft as descending wings fell the calm of the hour on her\\nspirit\\nSomething within her said, At length thy trials are\\nended; 1330\\nAnd, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of\\nsickness.\\nNoiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful attendants,\\nMoistening the feverish lip, and the aching brow, and in\\nsilence\\nClosing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing\\ntheir faces.\\nWhere on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow by the\\nroadside. 1335\\nMany a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered,\\nTurned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for\\nher presence\\nFell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a\\nprison.\\nAnd, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,\\nLaying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it for-\\never. 1340\\nMany familiar forms had disappeared in the night time;\\nVacant their places were, or filled already by strangers.\\nSuddenly, as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder,\\nStill she stood, with her colorless lips apart, while a shud-\\nder\\nRan through her frame, and, forgotten, the flowerets\\ndropped from her fingers, 1345\\nAnd from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the\\nmorning.\\nThen there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible an-\\nguish,\\nThat the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "70 EVANGELINE\\nOn the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old\\nman.\\nLong, and thin, and gray were the locks that shaded his\\ntemples; 1350\\nBut, as he lay in the morning light, his face for a moment\\nSeemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier man-\\nhood;\\nSo are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dy-\\ning.\\nHot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever.\\nAs if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its\\nportals, [355\\nThat the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over.\\nMotionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit ex-\\nhausted\\nSeemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the\\ndarkness,\\nDarkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sink-\\ning.\\nThen through those realms of shade, in multiplied rever-\\nberations, 1360\\nHeard he that cry of pain, and through the hush that suc-\\nceeded\\nWhispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and saintlike,\\nGabriel! O my beloved! and died away into silence.\\nThen he beheld, in a dream, once more the home of his\\nchildhood;\\nGreen Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers amon- them,\\nVillage, and mountain, and woodlands; and, walking under\\ntheir shadow, iggg\\nAs in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in his vision\\nTears came into his eyes; and as slowly he lifted his ei\\nlids,\\nVanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his\\nbedside.", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF AC ABIE 71\\nVainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents un-\\nuttered 1370\\nDied on his lips, and their motion revealed what his\\ntongue would have spoken.\\nVainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside\\nhim,\\nKissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom.\\nSweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into\\ndarkness,\\nAs when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a case-\\nment. 1375\\nAll was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sor-\\nrow,\\nAll the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,\\nAll the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!\\nAnd, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her\\nbosom,\\nMeekly she bowed her own, and murmured, Father, I\\nthank thee! 1380\\nStill stands the forest primeval; but far away from its\\nshadow,\\nSide by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleep-\\ning.\\nUnder the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard,\\nIn the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.\\nDaily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,\\nThousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and\\nforever, 1386\\nThousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are\\nbusy,\\nThousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from\\ntheir labors,\\nThousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed\\ntheir journey!", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "72\\nEVANGELINE\\nStill stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of\\nits branches 1390\\nDwells another race, with other customs and language.\\nOnly along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic\\nLinger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile\\nWandered back to their native land to die in its bosom.\\nIn the fisherman s cot the wheel and the loom are still\\nbusy; 1396\\nMaidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of\\nhomespun,\\nAnd by the evening fire repeat Evangeline s story.\\nWhile from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighboring\\nocean\\nSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the\\nforest.", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "EVANGELINE.\\n(From painting by Thomas Foed.)", "height": "4144", "width": "2738", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "NOTES.\\nKey to pronunciation. (5 represents sound of a in arm; e represents the\\nvowel sound in prey, eight, fate i represents vowel sound in eve e the\\nvowel sound in met u the sound in dune u as in burn e as in not e as in\\nnor; as in note.\\n3. Druids, priests of ancient Brit-\\nain, who performed their religious\\nrites in groves of oak. That tree\\nas well as the mistletoe sometimes\\ngrowing upon it was regarded by\\nthem as sacred.\\nof eld, of old.\\n4. hoar, white, with hair white from\\nage.\\n15. Grand-Pre, (pronounced grdng-\\npre), French for grand prairie or\\nlarge meadow, a village of Acadia,\\nthe scene of some of the story.\\n19. Acadie (pron. a-ka-di), the\\npoet s term for Acadia.\\n20. Basin of Minas, a small bay on\\nthe eastern side of the Bay of\\nFundy.\\n25. turbulent tides. Read about the\\ntides in the Bay of Fundy and you\\nwill understand this allusion.\\n29. Blomidon, a rocky promontory\\nat the entrance of the Basin of\\nMinas.\\n34. Normandy, a part of France,\\nformerly a distinct province, bor-\\ndering the English channel.\\nHenries, French kings of the 16th\\nand 17th centuries.\\n35. dormer-window, a window built\\nupright in the sloping roof of a\\nhouse and usually looking into a\\nsleeping-room or dormitory.\\nHence the name.\\n39. kirtle, usually designates an\\nupper garment*; here apparently a\\npetticoat.\\n40. distaff the stick attached to the\\nold-fashioned spinning wheel for\\nholding the bunch of flax or wool\\nto be spun.\\n41. Gossiping. The shuttle is thrown\\nback and forth through the warp\\nof the cloth, and the noise it makes\\npassing to and fro is likened to\\nthe sound of words passing from\\none person to another in chatting\\nor gossiping.\\n48. anon, soon after, immediately.\\n49. angelus, the ringing of the\\nchurch bell in the evening an-\\nnouncing the time for prayers.\\n61. Evangeline. Mr. Longfellow\\npronounced the word with thel\\nshort sound of i and not with the\\nlong sound.\\n72. hyssop, a plant used for sprink-\\nling in religious ceremonies.\\n74. chaplet, a string of beads used\\nin counting prayers.\\nmissal, a book containing the\\nprayers used in the service of the\\nmass in the Eoman Catholic\\nchurch.\\n79. confession, a religious service.\\n87. penthouse, a shed with a roof\\nall sloping one way, usually built\\nagainst another building.\\n89. Mary, the mother of Christ.\\n93. wains, wagons.\\n94. seraglio, (pron. se-ral-yo) an in-\\nclosure, here of chickens and tur-\\nkeys.\\n96. Peter. See Luke XXII, 60, 61.\\n102. weathercocks, weather vanes\\nin the form of cocks. They rat-\\ntled as their position shifted with\\nthe puffs of wind.\\n111. patron saint, a saint chosen as\\na special guardian.\\n115. Lajeunesse, (pron. la-zhe-nes)\\n122. the plain-song, the Gregorian\\nchant in church music.\\n128. circle of cinders. Did you ever\\nwatch a blacksmith put a tire on\\na wheel\\n138. An old French story says that\\nif a young swallow is blind its\\nmother finds on the seashore a\\nsmall stone by which she restores\\nits sight.\\n144. St. Eulalie*s Davis February 12.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2If the sun shines on St. Eulalie s\\nDay there will be apples and cider\\nin plenty,* was an old Xc\u00c2\u00bbrman\\nsaying.", "height": "4144", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "n\\nNOTES.\\n149. Scorpion, one of the twelve signs\\nof the Zodiac which the sun en-\\nters late in October.\\n150. Did you ever see or hear any\\nbirds of passage? What passage 1\\ndo they make?\\n153. See Genesis XXXII, 24-30.\\n159. Along the north Atlantic what\\nis called Indian summer begins\\nabout Nov. 1, which is the feast\\nof All-Saints in the Roman Catho-\\nlic Church.\\n170. According to ancient writers,\\nXerxes, the Persian king, found a\\nplane-tree which was so beautiful\\nthat he put a handsome mantle\\nupon it and hung it with precious\\njewels.\\n187. briny hay, smelling of sea-\\nwater, having been cut near the\\nseashore.\\n189. saddles, covering the collar and\\nnames.\\n205. dresser, a set of shelves for\\nholding dishes.\\n209. Burgundy, in the eastern part\\nof France. Formerly a separate\\nprovince. Famous for its wines,\\nas Normandy is for its cider.\\n213. bagpipe, a wind instrument\\nmucn used in Scotlant.\\n217. Notice how the click of the clock\\nis represented by the last two\\nwords in the line.\\n223. settle, a bench with a high back.\\n231. Finding a horse shoe has long\\nbeen regarded as a sign of good\\nluck.\\n236. Why did she light it with a coal\\ninstead of handing him a match\\nwith the pipe?\\n238. Gaspereau, a river near Grand\\nPre flowing into the Basin of\\nMinas.\\nA ship u rides at anchor when\\nits anchor is holding it.\\n239. The purpose of the British was\\nkept a secret until it was an-\\nnounced in the church.\\n249. Louisburg, a town and fort on\\nCape Breton Island, built by the\\nFrench, besieged and captured by\\nthe British in 1745.\\nBeauSejour (pron. bo se zhur) a\\nFrench fort on the isthmus be-\\ntween Nova Scotia and New\\nBrunswick, captured by the Brit-\\nish just before the expulsion of\\nthe Acadians.\\nPort Royal, now Annapolis, in\\nNova Scotia, founded by the\\nFrench and captured bv the Brit-\\nish in 1710.\\n259. contract, signing of the mar-\\nriage contract between Evangeline\\nand Gabriel.\\n260. The house and barn wore built\\nfor the young couple, and their\\nground (glebe) plowed, to give\\nthem a start.\\n263. Rene Leblanc, the notary, a pub\\nlie officer authorized to attest rh\\nsignatures to contracts and other\\ndocuments.\\n280. Loup-gareau, (pron. Ifl-gll rfl)\\nman-wolf; a man having power to\\nchange himself into a wolf to de\\nvour children.\\n232. LL tiche, (pron. le-tish).\\n2S1. It is the popular belief in soin*\\niKirts of Europe that the cattle\\nLonoi tin- birth f Christ on\\nChristmas eve by falling on their\\nknees.\\n285. A nutshell with a Bpider in it\\nwas believed in some parts of\\nEngland to have the power of car\\ning a fever if hung around the\\nneck.\\n28*5. Finding a four-leavod cloi\\nstill a s,l,mi of good luck with\\nsome people.\\n293. in sooth, in truth.\\n307. brazen, made of bronze. Justice\\nis often represented by a t at n.\\na woman, blindfolded, w ith a pair\\nof balances in her left hand, ami\\na sword in her right, to signifj\\nthe impartiality, the precision,\\nand the power which ought to p..\\nlong to justice.\\n335. dower, the property a w i f e\\nbrings to her husband in mar\\n337. Seal, a stamp impressed upon\\nor fastened to a conl ract or tier\\ndocument to make it binding in\\nlaw.\\n344. draught-board, checker hoard\\n348. embrasure, the enlargement f\\nthe opening for a window, on the\\ninside of the wall.\\n354. Curfew, the ringing of a boll in\\ntowns and villages which\\nnotice to the inhabitants that it\\nwas time to put out their BP\\nand their lights A custom in\\nversal in the middle ages.\\n381. See Gen. XXI, 14.", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "NOTES.\\n76\\n413. Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres,\\n(pron. til le bur-zhwfl. du shQrtr)\\nFrench for All the People of\\nChartres. 11 Le Carillon de Dun-\\nkerque(pron. lu ka-ri-yong du dun-\\nkerk. The Chimes of Dunkirk. 1\\nBoth are names of old French\\nsongs.\\n442. Summer solstice, about the 21st\\nof June.\\n466. Tocsin is an alarm-bell, which\\nis rung violently and irregularly.\\nAfter the clamor of the tocsin the\\nstriking of the clock would seem\\nsolemn and distinct.\\n476. See Luke XXIII, 34.\\n484. Ave Maria (pron. ave ma-rt-ci)\\nLatin for Hail, Mary, 11 the first\\nwords of a Latin prayer in the\\nEoman Catholic service to the\\nmother of Jesus.\\n486. See 2 Kings, II, 11.\\n498. ambrosial, fragrant.\\n507. Prophet, Moses. See Ex. XXXIV,\\n29-35.\\n513. grave of the living, the church\\nin which the men were held pris-\\noners.\\n575. refluent, flowing back as the\\ntide was going out.\\n577. waifs, things that come along\\nby chance, wich no owner.\\n579. leaguer, camp of an a my.\\n584. far up the shore, because of the\\nfall of the tide.\\n597. See acts XXVII, XXVIII.\\n605. Benedicite, Latin for bless\\nyou. 11\\n615. Titan-like, like one of the\\nmythological race of Titans who\\nhad a hundred hands.\\n621. gleeds, burning coals.\\n631. Nebraska, usually known as the\\nPlatte River.\\n657. bell or book, without funeral\\nbell or prayer book for the burial\\nservice.\\n668. household gods, the keepsakes\\nand heirlooms which the various\\nfamilies took with them.\\n672. Banks of Newfoundland, the\\nshallow parts of the ocean border-\\ning on Newfoundland, famous as\\na fishing ground and noted for\\nfogs.\\n674. savannas, low, treeless plains.\\n675. Father of Waters, Mississippi\\nRiver.\\n677. Mammoth, a very large extinct\\nelephant.\\n705. Coureurs-des-bois, (pron. c u-\\nrur de-bwa) runners of the wood,\\nguides for hunters and traders in\\nthe forests.\\n707. Voyageur, (pron. vwa-ya-zhfir)\\na Canadian boatman who carried\\ngoods on the inland lakes and\\nrivers.\\n713. To braid St. Catherine s Tress r\\nes, a French proverb meaning\\nto live unmarried.\\n732. shards, literally, pieces of\\nbroken earthenware. Figurative-\\nly, the sorrows of life.\\n733. essay, try, attempt.\\nOMuse! the goddess of poetry\\ninvoked as a patron.\\n741. Beautiful River, the Ohio.\\n750. Acadian coast, the districts near\\nthe mouth of the Mississippi,\\nwhich were settled largely by ex-\\niled Acadian farmers.\\nOpelousas, a town and district\\nof Louisiana.\\n761. china-tree, the soapberry, an\\nevergreen bearing red berries used\\nfor soap, which grows in some of\\nthe southern States.\\n764. Golden Coast. The banks of the\\nMississippi just above New Or-\\nleans received this name because\\nof the great richness of the soil.\\n766. Bayou of Plaquemine, (pron.\\nplak-min connected the Mis-\\nsissippi with the Atchafalaya.\\n769. tenebrous, dark, casting gloomy\\nshadows.\\n782. mimosa, a genus of plants, one\\nspecies of which, called the sensi-\\ntive plant, closes its leaves when\\ndisturbed.\\n788. shadowy aisles, formed by the\\ntrees.\\n807. Atchafalaya, a river of Louisi-\\nana.\\n809. lotus, a beautiful water plant.\\n812. sylvan, from Latin sylva, a wood\\nor forest.\\n818. Wichita or Ouachita, a river in\\nLouisiana.\\n819. cope, anything that arches over-\\nhead.\\n821. See Gen. XXVIII, 10-12.\\n842. tholes, two pins set in the sides\\nof row boats to hold the oars in\\nplace.", "height": "4144", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76\\nNOTES.\\n856. Teche. (pron. tesh a bayou\\nwhich flows into the Atchafalaya.\\nST8. Bacchantes, the followers of\\nBacchus, the god of wine, accord-\\ning to mythology.\\n889. Spanish moss, a plant with gray\\nstems and leaves, forming dense\\nhanging tufts, which grows in the\\nwoods in the southern States.\\nS89. Mistletoe, a parasitic, vine-like\\nplant, with very small flowers,\\nsucceeded by white berries, which\\nthe early inhabitants of Britain\\nand France believed had some\\nmagical power. Held sacred by\\nthe Druids, and cut from the tree\\nwith a knife or hatchet of gold.\\n890. yule-tide, Christmas time.\\n914. sombrero, a broad-brimmed hat\\nworn by Mexicans especially.\\n953. Adayes, in Texas.\\n954. Ozark Mountains, in Arkansas\\nand Missouri.\\n956. Fates, were three goddesses of\\nancient mythology who had con-\\ntrol of human destiny.\\n958. prison, because he was so un-\\nhappy in his life as a herdsman\\nwitn Basil.\\n961. Olympus, a mountain in Greece\\nupon which the gods of the Greek\\nmythology lived.\\n970, ci-devant, (pron. si-de-vcing)\\nFrench for former, of the past.\\n984. Natchitoches, (pron. natch-i-\\ntoch-es) a town and district of\\nLouisiana.\\n997. The Mississippi Valley was ex-\\nplored chiefly by the French. The\\nAcadian exiles reached New Or-\\nleans in 1765. Louisiana was ceded\\nto Spain in 1763 and given back to\\nFrance in 1801. It never belonged\\nto England. The United States\\npurchased it in 1803. Basil alludes\\nto King George because it was by\\nKing George II s authority that\\nhe and his guests and friends had\\nbeen driven from their o 1 d\\nhome. 11\\n1009. Creoles, persons born in the\\nsouthern states of European an-\\ncestors, French or Spanish.\\n1033. Carthusians, an order of\\nmonks whose first monastery was\\nfounded near Chartreux, France,\\nand one of whose rules was strict\\nsilence.\\n1013. temple, the sky.\\n1044. See Daniel V, 5-29.\\n1057. The ancients believed that theu\\ngods, from the caverns or gro\\nwhere they dwelled, answered in-\\nquiries in regard to the future.\\n1063. See Luke XV. 11\\n10:U. See Matthew XXV, 1 13.\\n1052. Oregon, now the Columbia\\nRiver. Walleway. a river which\\nrises in Nevada and flows Into the\\nSnake River.\\n1053. Wind-river Mountains, in Wyo-\\nming.\\n1054. Sweet-water Valley, also in\\nWyoming. Precipitate, as ow-r\\na precipice.\\n1085. Fontaine-qui-bout,i pron. fong-\\nten-ki-bil i French for boiling\\nspring: a creek in Colorado.\\nSpanish Sierras, a in o u n t a i n\\nrange in Utah and Ne* N\\n1091. amorpha. a Bmall shrub having\\nlong dense clusters of blue- s lole\\nflow era.\\n1095. Ishmael, Genesis \\\\\\\\r. 11 M.\\nThe American Indians are some-\\ntimes called hi- descendants be-\\ncanse of their wandering habits\\nand warlike spirit.\\n1102. anchorite monk, one who baa\\nwithdrawn from the world.\\nhermit.\\n1114. Fata Morgana, a mirau by\\nwhich distant objects ap|\\ninverted.\\n1121. Se note on line\\n1144. incantation, a ceremony osed\\nfor enchanting by magic.\\n114. Lilinau, i pron. lt-11 nO) the\\nsubject of an Indian lc _ r --nd.\\n11CT. Black Robe chief, a noted J\\nnit pri.-r. bo called bj the Indiana\\nbecause of his black drei\\n1182. susurrus, whispering.\\n1219. compass-flower, tall, bristly\\nplanl of the American prair\\nwhose large lower lea^ es ai\\nto assume a vertical position w if h\\ntheir edges turned north a n d\\nsouth.\\n1225. this humble plant, faith.\\n1226. asphodel, Rower which abounds\\nin the p L r ion of the dead rd\\ninL r to tin- ancient po I\\n1227. nepenthe, a drug which w\\nBupp sed b the -k- to relit\\npain anil to drive away orr\\n1241. Moravians,* a Christian\\nfounded by .John 1 1 use h\\nin the fifteenth century. I ted", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "NOTES.\\n77\\nfor Hs missionary zeal. In some\\nsections the sect is known as\\nUnited Brethren.\\n1258. Penn, William Penn, a Quaker,\\nwho was the first settler in the\\nState named after him.\\n1234. city, Philadelphia.\\n1250. re-echo, since many of the\\nstreets have the names of trees.\\n12.7. Dryads, imaginary beings\\nwhich the ancients believed lived\\nin the forests and protected them.\\n1288. Sister of Mercy, a member of\\nan order of women in the Roman\\nCatholic church whose work is to\\ncare for the sick and the poor.\\n1296. Germantown, forr^rly some\\nway from Philadelp i but now\\na part of the city, was seUled by\\nGermans.\\n1312. See Mark XIV, 7.\\n1355. See Exodus XII, 22, 23.\\nMAP OF\\nAcadia", "height": "4144", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "Historical Foundation of the Poem.\\nIn the year 1668 the territory now included in New\\nBrunswick and Nova Scotia and formerly known as Acadia\\nwas ceded by England to France, the limits not being\\nclearly defined. During- the next fifty years a few French\\nsettlements were made in the country. In 1713, as the\\nresult of a good deal of fighting in Europe between Pram\\nand England and in this country between their colonies,\\nAcadia was ceded to Great Britain. During the next half\\ncentury France and England continued to be enemies and\\nin the wars which occurred between them the American\\ncolonies participated. During all these years, although\\nAcadia was a British possession, the inhabitants of the\\nFrench settlements had more or less to do with Incitil\\nand helping the Indians in their warfare against the New\\nEngland Colonies. No English settlements had been made\\nin this territory, and efforts had been put forth by the\\nEnglish to win the loyalty of the French Acadians, but in\\nvain. Naturally the people of New England, as well as of\\nthe mother country, felt aggrieved at the conduct of the\\nAcadians. Various commissions were Ben! to them t gel\\nthem to take the oath of allegiance to the British crown\\nwhich they invariably declined to do. Thej pretended t\\nbe neutrals, but the colonists of New England wore con\\nvinced that their neutrality simply mean! secret hostility\\nand warfare. What followed is thus told b} our historians:\\nThe campaign of the year 1755, which had opened in\\nNova Scotia with so much success and which promised a\\nglorious termination, disappointed the expectations and\\nawakened the fears of the colonists. The melancholj and\\ntotal defeat of the army under General Braddock while\\nhis march against Fort Du Quesne, threw a gl the\\nBritish Provinces. Niagara and Crown Poini were aot\\nonly unsubdued, but it was evident that tovernoi Shi]", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "HISTORICAL FACTS.\\n79\\nwould have to abandon for this year at least the attempt;\\nwhile Louisburg was re-inforced, the savages let loose upon\\nthe defenseless settlements of the English, and the tide of\\nwar seemed ready to roll back upon the invaders. Amidst\\nthis general panic Governor Lawrence and his council took\\ninto consideration the necessary measures that were to be\\nadopted toward the Acadians. It was finally\\ndetermined to remove and disperse this whole people\\namong the British colonies where they could not unite in\\nany offensive measures, and where they might be natural-\\nized to the government and country. The execution of this\\nunusual and general sentence was allotted chiefly to the\\nNew England forces, the commander of which (Colonel\\nMAP OF\\nLower Louisiana\\nwhere Evangeline wandered", "height": "4144", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "80 NOTES ON EVANGELINE.\\nWinslow), from the humanity and firmness of his character,\\nwas well qualified to carry it into effect. It was without\\ndoubt, as he himself declared, disagreeable to his natural\\nmake and temper, and his principles of implicit obedience\\nas a soldier were put to a severe test by this ungrateful\\nkind of duty. They were kept entirely ignorant\\nof their destiny until the moment of their captivity, and\\nwere overawed or allured to labor at the gathering in of\\ntheir harvest, which was secretly allot ted to the use of their\\nconquerors. T. C. Haliburton, Account of Nova Scotia,\\nThe Acadian prisoners and their families were divided\\ninto groups, answering to their several villages, in order\\nthat those of the same village might, as far as possible,\\nin the same vessel. It was also provided thai the members\\nof each family should remain together: and uotice w;i^\\ngiven them to hold themselves in readiness. Bui even\\nnow, writes Colonel Winslow, *vl could ao1 persuade the\\npeople I was in earnest/ Their doubts were soon ended.\\nThe first embarkation took place on the 8th of October,\\n1755. When all or nearly all had been scut off from\\nthe various points of departure, such of the houses and barns\\nas remained standing were burned, thai those who had\\nescaped might be forced to come in and surrender them\\nselves. The whole number removed from the provinc\\nmen, women, and children, was a little above 6,000. Many\\nremained behind, and while some of these withdrew to\\nCanada, Isle St. Jean, and other distant retreats, the rest\\nlurked in the woods or returned to their old haunts,\\nwhence they waged for several years a guerilla warfare\\nagainst the English. Yet their strength was broken and\\nthey were no longer a danger to the province. Of their\\nexiled countrymen, one party overpowered the ere* of the\\nvessel that carried them, ran her ashore at the mouth of\\nthe St. John, and escaped. The rest were distributed\\namong the colonies from Massachusetts to Q\\nThough the Acadians were not in general ill treated, th", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE METSR. 81\\nlot was a hard one. Many of the exiles eventually reached\\nLouisiana, where their descendents now form a numerous\\nand distinct population. What ever judgment\\nmay be passed on the cruel measure of wholesale expatri-\\nation, it was not put in execution until every resource of\\npatience and persuasion had been tried in vain. F. Park-\\nman, Montcalm and Wolfe.\\nThe removal of the French A cadians from their homes\\nwas one of the saddest episodes in modern history, and no\\none will attempt to justify it; but it should be added that\\nthe genius of our great poet has thrown a somewhat false\\nand distorted light over the character of the victims. They\\nwere not the peaceful and simple-hearted people they are\\ncommonly supposed to have been, and their houses, as we\\nlearn from contemporary evidence, were by no means the\\npicturesque, vine clad and strongly built cottages de-\\nscribed by the poet. The people were notably quarrel-\\nsome among themselves and to the last degree supersti-\\ntious. Even in periods when France and England\\nwere at peace the French A cadians were a source of per-\\npetual daoger to the E glish colonists. Their claim to a\\nqualified allegiance was one which no nation then or now\\ncould sanction. But all this does not justify their expul-\\nsion and the manner in which it was executed. C. C.\\nSmith, The Wars on the Seaboard.\\nMeter.\\nThe chief characteristic of poetry is that the accented\\nsyllables come at such regular intervals that we feel the\\nrhythm, as it is called. In other words, we can beat time\\nwhen we read the poetry, putting proper stress on the ac-\\ncented svllables.\\nEvangeline is written in what is called hexameter verse,\\nthere being six accents in each line. The prevailing foot\\nis the dactyl, consisting of an accented syllable followed\\nby two unaccented syllables, but so often other feet are", "height": "4144", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a32 NOTES ON EVANGELINE.\\nsubstituted in place of the dactyl that the poem hfl be\\ncalled irregular in its meter. However, when you once gei\\nthe swing of its movement it is not hard to read it and\\nmake the rhythm distinct. The first line is a fine example\\nof a dactylic hexameter line:\\nThis is the j forest prim eval. With murmuri]\\nwinds and the hemlocks 91\\nThe first syllable in each fool is accented and each\\ncented syllable is followed by two unaccented llables,\\nexcept in the last foot, where the accented syllable\\nfollowed, as it is in the last fool of every line, by only one\\nunaccented syllable.\\nHere is an irregular line, of which there are many in the\\npoem\\nStand like Druids of old, with roio id and pn\\nphetic.\\nThe first, third, and fourth accents in this In prell\\nas the last are each followed by only one unaccented\\nsyllable. By reading a number of lines the m less\\nregular recurrence of accents will be fell and in moel\\ncases the feet can be easily discriminated.\\nFor example, here is a passage the meter of which\\nquite irregular:\\nMany a weary year had passed since the burningof\\nGrand Pre,\\nWhen on the I falling tide the freighted reesels de\\nparted,\\nBearing a nation, with all its household I\\nexile,\\nExile with out an end, and with out an i mple in|\\nstory.", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHY 83\\nFor young people who have not yet studied the laws of\\nmeter it may not be worth while to attempt to teach them\\nto scan all the lines. But it contributed to delicacy in\\nreading and appreciating poetry to become familiar with\\nthe meter and rhythm. Hence in reading Evangeline some\\ncare should be taken to train the young readers to give due\\nforce to the accents, but taking care not to overdo the\\nmatter.\\nMr. Longfellow s effort to adapt hexameter verse to our\\nordinary English speech is not altogether satisfactory.\\nBeautiful as the poem is in other respects, the meter\\nsometimes gives rather a strained and unnatural effect. It\\noften puts a false accent on the first word or syllable in\\nthe line. It often requires the usual order of words to be\\ninverted. This is not rare in poetry, and when it does not\\noccur too often has a pleasant effect, but in Evangeline\\nthere are places where it becomes unnatural if not monoto-\\nnous in its frequency.\\nBiographical Note.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in Portland,\\nMaine, February 27, 1F07. His father, a man of means,\\nwas a leading lawyer of the city, and the boy had in his\\nhome the advantage of books in abundance and of culti-\\nvated society. He began to write verses when he was\\nonly thirteen, some of them not very successful ones, it\\nmust be confessed, although they were printed in the news-\\npapers At fourteen he entered Bowdoin (pron. bo-din)\\nCollege at Brunswick, Maine, from which he graduated in\\n1825 at the age of eighteen, with Nathaniel Hawthorne as\\na classmate. He began to study law with his father, but\\nwas soon offered the professorship of modern languages in\\nBowdoin, with permission to visit Europe and spend what\\ntime he desired to in travel and study for the purpose of\\nbetter preparing himself for his duty as a professor. He\\nstayed three years and returned to his native land a", "height": "4144", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "g\u00c2\u00a3 -.NOTES ON LYANGEL1NE.\\nmaster of the four great European languages and litera-\\ntures, French, German, Italian, and Spanish.\\nIn 1831 he married Miss Mary Potter, a beautiful and\\nmost highly accomplished young lady of Portland, and\\nthree years of most happy home life were spent in the okl\\ncollege town.\\nHe had written and lectured a good deal and in l v\\npublished his first i i portant work in pi Outre Iter,\\na Pilgrimage beyond the Sea. In 1885 he was eleet\\nthe chair of modern languages in Harvard Coll To\\nstill better equip himself for his work and to gi\\\\ Special\\nattention to Switzerland and Scandinavia, he again visited\\nEurope, accompanied by his wit i fter delightful visits\\nin London, Copenhagen, and Stockholm, Mrs, Longfellow\\nwas taken sick and died in Rotterdam, [n thai beautiful\\npoem, The Footsteps of Angels/ the poei a\\\\ loving\\ntribute to the departed wife, the Being Beauteous. 91\\nUpon his return from Europe he took up his abode in\\nCambridge, taking lodging in the famous Cragie Hotlfl\\nwhich had been Washington s headquarters during the\\nsiege of Boston. While traveling in Switzerland during\\nhis last tour, he met Miss Frances Appleton, irho seven\\nyears later, in 1843, became his wile. Her father, a wealthy\\nBoston merchant, bought the Cragie estate and settled\\nthe newly married couple in the historic house as it-\\nowners. Here Mr. Longfellow lived until hi- death.\\nThe poet s study was the front room on the right, need\\nby General Washington as a reception room. B\\\\ the hi\\nplace still stands the children s arm-chair. The ohambei\\nover the study was the children s nursery, and 111. ol,|\\nClock on the Stairs tells of scenes in the happj boo\\nwhere five children were raised, two boi nd thi\\ndaughters.\\nTo widen a street the city authorities of Cambridge\\ndeemed it necessary to cut down tin preadil\\nchestnut tree referred to in The Village Blacksmith", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "B OGRAPDY\\n86\\nThe poet protested in vain. The children of the public\\nschools of Cambridge by their contributions had a large\\narm-chair made from the wood of the tree and presented\\nit to the poet on his seventy-second birthday. He prized\\nhe gift highly as shown in the poem From My Arm-Chair.\\nMr Longfellow s fame, already considerable, was greatly\\nincreased in 1847 by the publication of Evangeline, which\\nwas accepted at once as his masterpiece. Its popularity\\nattests its beauty and power to touch the heart. The\\nauthor was indebted to Hawthorne for the subject. The\\nthree friends, Charles Sumner, Hawthorne, and Long-\\nfellow were dining together, when Hawthorne narrated\\nthe legend of the two Acadian lovers, separated and wan-\\ndering for years, meeting only to die, which deeply im-\\npressed him as a goo i foundation for a novel, and for a\\ntime he thought of using it for that purpose, but finally\\ngave it up. Then Longfellow asked his permission to use\\nit for a poem. He freely consented and was one of the\\nfirst persons to congratulate the author of Evangeline.\\nIn 1851 Longfellow resigned his professorship in order\\nto devote himself wholly to writing. Evangeline was fol-\\nlowed at brief intervals by other volumes, Hiawatha ap-\\npearing in 1855 and reaching a higher instant popularity\\neven than Evangeline. Encouraged by his success in these\\ntwo native poems, as they may be called, he published a\\na third, The Courtship of Miles Standish in 185S, he\\nhimself, as well as his friend-poet, Bryant, being a direct\\ndescendent of John Alden and Priscilla. These three are\\nthe most popular of American poems. They were com-\\nposed during the bright mature years of the poet s life,\\nwhile his family was growing up about him, and his power\\nand fame were increasing.\\nIn the midst of his happiness a second terrible calamity\\nsuddenly changed his joy into sadness, the death of Mrs.\\nLongfellow. One day in July, 1861, in the library with\\nher two little girls, she was sealing up some small pack-", "height": "4174", "width": "2761", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 NOTES ON EVANGELINE.\\nages of their curls which she had just cut off, when ft\\nburning match falling to the floor set fire to her light\\ndress. Her injuries were fatal and she died the next\\nmorning. In trying to aid her the poet himself was so\\nseverely burned that he was unable to attend her funeral,\\nwhich took place on the anniversary of their marriage day,\\nCrushed in spirit Longfellow set to work to translate\\nthe Divine Comedy of Dante, finding the work absorb\\ning and consoling. It was published in 1S( 7, as was also\\na volume of poems which had been composed while the\\nlarger task was in progress.\\nIn 1868 Longfellow with his daughters visited Europe\\nand was warmly welcomed everywhere. The two oldest\\nuniversities of England conferred honorary degrees upon\\nhim, and Queen Victoria invited him to dine with her,\\nDuring the next ten years the poet was industrious,\\nnearly every year being marked by the appearance of\\nsome important work.\\nLongfellow s seventy-fifth birthday had just been cele-\\nbrated in the schools all over the country, when on March\\n15, 1882, he wrote the last lines of his last poem, fiellfl of\\nSan Bias:\\nOut of the shadows of night\\nThe world rolls into light.\\nIt is day break every where.\\nThe following Saturday four Boston schooling paid\\nhim a visit by his permission. He treated them with his\\ninvariable kindness, writing his autograph in their albums.\\nHe was taken ill that night, and died the nexl Friday,\\nMarch 24, 1882.\\nSpace does not permit an enumeration of his works, Tf\\nthe sales of an author s works are a measure of his popu\\nlarity, Longfellow is not only the most popular poet of\\nAmerica, but the most popular poet of the English Ian\\nguage in this century.", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION.\\nThe arrangement of the matter in this book indicates\\nthe editor s firm conviction as to the plan which should be\\npursued in starting young people in the reading of litera-\\nture. The poem stands first. It is not preceded by even\\na preface or an introduction. When young people take up\\na literary work, the very first thing for them to do is to\\nbegin to read the work its If. They should not be halted\\nat the threshold to read or hear a preliminary explan-\\nation or anything of the kind. All notes and commments\\nshould be kept in the background. Even notes at the\\nfoot of the page are too obtrusive. It is of first import-\\nance that pupils should take, and should delight to take,\\nthe clear text and do what they can with it, consulting\\nthe notes only as a last resort. Nothing should tend to\\ngive them the impressioa, which they too often get, that\\nthe work in hand is beyond their power to enjoy without\\nhelp. Could anything more completely spoil the antici-\\npated pleasures of a journey than to feel that we can make\\nit only by the help of crutches? For the hearty traveler\\nthe conquest of rugged places but adds zest to his pleas-\\nure. To dig and delve for the meaning of a passage is a\\nwholesome exertion which no young person should be\\nafraid of. While explanation is at times absolutely neces-\\nsary and should be accessible it should not be furnished\\ntoo freely nor should the reader be too eager to obtaii it.\\nThe notes to this edition are put out of the way as far\\nas practicable. They are full enough to meet the needs\\nof the least mature while they can readily be ignored by\\nthose who have no use for them. The dictionary must be\\nconsulted. Passages must be talked over. Questions must\\nbe asked and answered. Sentiment should be evoked.\\nThe notes leave abundant service for the wise and sympa-\\nthetic teacher to render.", "height": "4174", "width": "2761", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a78 introduction.\\nThe Danger of Formal Stcdy.\\nThis poem is very simple in its structure, and the editor\\nhas grave doubt as to the wisdom of requiring tung\\nreaders to put much effort on the formal analysis of it. or\\nof any other poem, in fact. With more mature cla\\nthe careful analysis and minute study of one or t?\\nmasterpieces is of great value. But this is a kind of work\\nwhich is easily overdone.\\nEnjoyment of Literature the Chief Object.\\nThe one great object to be aimed at in the study of lit-\\nerature in school is to make the pupils en jo J it, to till them\\nfull of enthusiasm for it. When they leave school, ftfl many\\nof them do at the end of the 8th grade, or in th\u00c2\u00bb* first y\\nof the High School, if they do not look back upon their\\nreading in the English classics as a sourer oi genuine\\npleasure and delight, the literature course has been largelj\\na failure for them. The formal study of a literary produc\\ntion easily becomes so burdensome for young people as to\\ncreate a distaste for the reading of the best literature in-\\nstead of promoting a taste for it. Such a result is to\\ndeplored, es its effects last through life. No amount\\nknowledge obtained by the pupil can com] te for I\\nfailure to acquire in youth a fondness for the best reading.\\nDon t Abuse Good Literature.\\nThe best teachers are careful not to use a choice piece of\\nliterature as the basis of an exercise in grammar. 0\u00c2\u00a9\\nsio ally it may be well to analyze or di in an involved\\nsentence or to give the syntax or etymol i a woi\\norder to bring out the meani g of a passage more clearly.\\nBut such work for general purposes should not find plfl\\nin the literature class.\\nNor should the literature lesson or reading be mad.\\ngo cart for hauling all sorts of historical and g iphioal\\nfacts into consideration. In studying any uork of art the\\nr\\nP", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION. 89\\ngaining of information should be a wholly subordinate and\\nincidental matter. The purpose of art is to arouse feeling\\nand emotion, to call forth sentiment. This purpose is\\nthwarted by the painstaking study of allusions in which\\nthe gaining of information over shadows everything else.\\nOf course it will not do to overlook that amount of knowl-\\nedge which is essential to the interpretation of the litera-\\nture. But when a class is set to work to run down in a\\nlaborious and encyclopedic way all the references in a\\nchoice piece of ltteraaiure a mistake has been made. The\\ninformation may be valuable, to be sure, but let it be\\ngained in some other connection.\\nHow Many Times Should a Work Be Read?\\nIf a class is willing to read a literary work a second or\\na third time, well and good. Encourage it by all means.\\nIt is characteristic of a true work of art that the more we\\nstudy it, the more we find in it to enjoy. But it must not\\nbe forgotten that the taste and emotion of young people\\nmust have time to grow to the level of what they are ex-\\nercised on. If a class shows no desire to read Evangeline\\na second time, it would be unwise to press it. Let them\\npass on to other works. With proper training, ia time,\\ntheir appetite will surely call for Evangeline again. That\\nwill be an indication of growth.\\nThe writer has very little sympathy with the advice so\\noften given that a literary work should be read by a class\\ntwo or three times, each time with a specifically different\\npurpose, to master the plot, or to study the characters, or\\nto study the art, style, figures of speech, etc. That is all\\nright if interest and enjoyment can be sustained. Tut\\npeople who enjoy literature do not read in that way in the\\nhome or study.\\nReading Aloud.\\nIt is a serious omission in the class study of such a poem\\nas Evangeline not to have it read aloud. To be sure the", "height": "4174", "width": "2761", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90 INTRODUCTION.\\npoorest readers in a class will sadly mar it. But that must\\nbe endured. Give all a chance. Lead them to covet it.\\nIf they once come to truly appreciate the sweet pathoe at\\nthe poem and to be touched with the tender sympathy\\nwhich it ought to create, the} will soon become feeling\\nand appreciative readers.\\nMemorizing.\\nPupils should be encouraged to memorize and recite the\\nmost beautiful and striking passages ia any irk that\\nthey read.* The young person who does not enter into\\nthis work in school with alacrity may expect t the\\nday when he will regret it.", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO^\\nIINTELLIGENOE\\no\\nT^XEATEST thing in school journals. New design, new form,\\n8I\\\\| new departments. Every number fulty illustrated. Sixty Q\\ncolumns of helpful and usable material in a single num g\\n\u00c2\u00a7ber J ,200 columns a year exclusive of advertising. q\\nfT^WICE a m mth f or ten months from September to June Q\\ni inclusive it is published, making twenty numbers a year, q\\nTen numbers of ^ny other journal cost almost as much as\\ntwenty number^ of Intelligence. Q\\nEVERY number of Intelligence contains forty pages or Q\\nmore a genuine storehouse of good things for teachers\\nand pupils. Its contents are a happy combination of q\\nprinciples, method and material.\\nITTLE is there in any number of Intelligence that is not\\nji genuinely useful to a wide-awake teacher. Letters from\\nj| hundreds of bright school people say Intelligence is their\\nfirst choice.\\nET no teacher who is ambitious to have the best and newest\\nschoolroom helps feel satisfied with any equipment of\\njournals that leaves out Intelligence. No list is complete\\nwithout it *2\\nNTELLIGENCE occupies a unique place in educational\\njournalism on account of its general points of superiority,\\nand its free use of the Damascus blade in dealing with\\nmen and methods in education.\\nOOD editorial and business management, with the aid of\\nthe best designers and engravers, and a corps of first-\\nclass contributors combine to give Intelligence a popu-\\nlarity par excellence with ambitious teachers.\\nVERY principal and superintendent will find it beneficial\\nin advancing the work and improving the esprit de corps\\nof his teachers to have Intelligence read by as many of\\nthem as possible.\\nO other school journal in the market is superior to\\nIntelligence. There are other good journals but there\\nare none better. This is the consensus of opinion\\nexpressed by leading teachers.\\nOSTS the subscriber less per copy than any other first-\\nclass school journal published. Twenty numbers of In-\\ntelligence for $1.50 is 7J^c. a copy. Other papers no\\nlarger cost 10c. a copy.\\nO. VAILE, Publisher,\\nOAK PARK, CHICAGO. S\\noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo\\nL\\nI\\nG\\nE\\nN\\nC", "height": "4174", "width": "2761", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "A Paper For Busy Readers.\\nif\\nYou\\nAre\\nAmbitious\\nTo\\nKeep\\nThoroly\\nInformed\\nOn\\nCurrent\\nAffairs\\nWith\\nThe\\nLeast\\nWaste\\nOf\\nTime\\nRead\\nIt.\\nThere is no killing ef time and wasting of energy\\nin read.ng The Week s Current. Bead it one honr\\na week and yon will keep posted on the world g\\ndoings. It gives each week just what is wanted h\\nevery busy teacher\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a clean, compressed, carefully\\nsifted presentation of the important affairs in our\\nown and other countries with the more important\\nmatters interpreted and explained.\\nBesides giving a clear view of current affairs each\\nweek, there is scarcely an issue of the paper II\\ndoes not contain articles of -pacific information\\nbearing upon the school woik being dons in history,\\ncivil government, geography, natural Li -t r etc..\\netc. This live, general information cannot l o\\nten from books. It is we!) known that the teacher\\nwho informs himself on important current m\\nincreases his power and Lnftaeoc Th ihef\\nwho knows what is \u00c2\u00a3oine on in the world has a\\nhold upon the respect of the community frtlich I\\nmere book-informed teacher will Ion*? for in vain\\nThe Week s Current is published .VJ we\\nthe year and costs on y $1.2f For school re*f 01\\n40 weeks, $1 00\\nThe Week s Current and Intki i i\u00c2\u00ab.ks\u00c2\u00ab boili\\nto one name for one yoar.$ J.;i5.\\nThe Week s Current,\\nOak Park, Chicago.", "height": "4150", "width": "2736", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3893", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4015", "width": "2731", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 971 444 5 j", "height": "4059", "width": "2729", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleo00long_0100.jp2"}}