{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Ta Copyright No.._ A_l.\\nShelf _il.O_DeL\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "36554\\nLibrai of Congress\\nwo Copies Recejved\\nAUG 20 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDfetiverad to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nAUG 27 i90U\\nt^:\\nCopyright, 1900, kv W. B. Conkey Company.\\n68746", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "3-\\nEVANGELINE,\\nA TALE OF ACADIA\\nThis is the forest primeval. The murmur-\\ning pines and the hemlocks,\\nBearded with moss, and in garments green,\\nindistinct in the twilight,\\nStand like Druids of old, with voices sad and\\nprophetic,\\nStand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest\\non their bosoms.\\nLoud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced\\nneighboring ocean\\nSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers\\nthe wail of the forest.\\nThis is the forest primeval but where are\\nthe hearts that beneath it\\nLeaped like a roe, when he hears in the wood-\\nland the voice of the huntsman?\\nWhere is the thatch-roofed village, the home\\nof Acadian farmers\\n3", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "4 EVANGELINE,\\nMen whose lives glided on like rivers that\\nwater the woodlands,\\nDarkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting\\nan image of heaven?\\nWaste are those pleasant farms, and the farm-\\ners forever departed\\nScattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty\\nblasts of October\\nSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle\\nthem far o er the ocean.\\nNought but tradition remains of the beautiful\\nvillage of Grand- Pre.\\nYe who believe in affection that hopes, and\\nendures, and is patient.\\nYe who believe in the beauty and strengtb of\\nwoman s devotion,\\nList to the mournful tradition still sung by the\\npines of the forest\\nList to a Tale of Love in Acadia, home of the\\nhappy.", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA.\\nPART THE FIRST.\\nI.\\nIn the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin\\nof Minas,\\nDistant, secluded, still, the little village of\\nGrand-Pre\\nLay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows\\nstretched to the eastward.\\nGiving the village its name, and pasture to\\nflocks without number.\\nDikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised\\nwith labor incessant.\\nShut out the turbulent tides but at stated sea-\\nsons the flood-gates\\nOpened, and welcomed the sea to wander at\\nwill o er the meadows.\\nWest and south there were fields of flax, and\\norchards and cornfields\\nSpreading afar and unfenced o er the plain;\\nand away to the northward\\nBlomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft\\non the mountains", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "6 EVANGELINE,\\nSea- fogs pitched their tents, and mists from\\nthe mighty Atlantic\\nLooked on the happy valley, but ne er from\\ntheir station descended.\\nThere, in the midst of its farms, reposed the\\nAcadian village.\\nStrongly built were the houses, with frames of\\noak and of hemlock,\\nSuch as the peasants of Normandy built in the\\nreign of the Henries.\\nThatched were the roofs, with dormer-win-\\ndows and gables projecting\\nOver the basement below protected and shaded\\nthe doorway.\\nThere in the tranquil evenings of summer,\\nwhen brightly the sunset\\nLighted the village street, and gilded the vanes\\non the chimneys,\\nMatrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps\\nand in kirtles\\nScarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spin-\\nning the golden\\nFlax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shut-\\ntles within doors\\nMingled their sound with the whirr of the\\nwheels and the songs of the maidens.\\nSolemnly down the street came the parish\\npriest, and the children", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA, 7\\nPaused in their play to liiss the hand he ex-\\ntended to bless them.\\nReverend walked he among them and up rose\\nmatrons and maidens,\\nHailing his slow approach with words of affec-\\ntionate welcome.\\nThen came the laborers home from the field,\\nand serenely the sun sank\\nDown to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon\\nfrom the belfry\\nSoftly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs\\nof the village\\nColumns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of in-\\ncense ascending,\\nRose from a hundred hearths, the homes of\\npeace and contentment.\\nThus dwelt together in love these simple Aca-\\ndian farmers,\\nDwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike\\nwere they free from\\nFear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy,\\nthe vice of republics\\nNeither locks had they to their doors, nor bars\\nto their windows\\nBut their dwellings were open as day and the\\nhearts of the owners\\nThere the richest was poor, and the poorest\\nlived in abundance.", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 EVANGELINE.\\nSomewhat apart from the village, and nearer\\nthe Basin of Minas,\\nBenedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer\\nof Grand-Pre,\\nDwelt on his goodly acres; and with him,\\ndirecting his household.\\nGentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the\\npride of the village.\\nStalworth and stately in form was the man of\\nseventy winters;\\nHearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered\\nwith snow-flakes;\\nWhite as the snow were his locks, and his\\ncheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.\\nFair was she to behold, that maiden of seven-\\nteen summers,\\nBlack were her eyes as the berry that grows\\non the thorn by the wayside,\\nBlack, yet how softly they gleamed beneath\\nthe brown shade of her tresses\\nSweet was her breath as the breath of kine that\\nfeed in the meadows,\\nWhen in the harvest heat she bore to the reap-\\ners at noontide\\nFlagons of home-brewed ale, ah fair in sooth\\nwas the maiden.\\nFairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while\\nthe bell from its turret", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 9\\nSprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the\\npriest with his hyssop\\nSprinkles the congregation, and scatters bless-\\nings upon them,\\nDown the long street she passed, with her\\nchaplet of beads and her missal,\\nWearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of\\nblue, and the ear-rings,\\nBrought in the olden time from France, and\\nsince, as an heirloom,\\nHanded down from mother to child, through\\nlong generations.\\nBut a celestial brightness a more ethereal\\nbeauty\\nShone on her face and encircled her form,\\nwhen, after confession.\\nHomeward serenely she walked with God s\\nbenediction upon her.\\nWhen she had passed, it seemed like the ceas-\\ning of exquisite music.\\nFirmly builded with rafters of oak, the house\\nof the farmer\\nStood on the side of a hill commanding the\\nsea: and a shady\\nSycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine\\nwreathing around it.", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10 EVANGELINE,\\nRudely carved was the porch, with seats be-\\nneath and a footpath\\nLed through an orchard wide, and disappeared\\nin the meadow.\\nUnder the sycamore-tree were hives overhung\\nby a penthouse.\\nSuch as the traveller sees in regions remote by\\nthe roadside,\\nBuilt o er a box for the poor, or the blessed\\nimage of Mary.\\nFarther down, on the slope of the hill, was the\\nwell with its moss-grown\\nBucket, fastened with iron, and near it a\\ntrough for the horses.\\nShielding the house from storms, on the north\\nwere the barns and the farm-yard,\\nThere stood the broad- wheeled wains and the\\nantique ploughs and the harrows\\nThere were the folds for the sheep and there,\\nin his feathered seraglio,\\nStrutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the\\ncock, with the self-same\\nVoice that in ages of old had startled the peni-\\ntent Peter.\\nBursting with hay were the barns, themselves\\na village. In each one\\nFar o er the gable projected a roof of thatch;\\nand a stairca?^.", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 11\\nUnder the sheltering eaves, led up to the odor-\\nous corn-loft.\\nThere too the dove-cote stood, with its meek\\nand innocent inmates\\nMurmuring ever of love while above in the\\nvariant breezes\\nNumberless noisy weathercocks rattled and\\nsang of mutation.\\nThus, at peace with God and the world, the\\nfarmer of Grand- Pre\\nLived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline gov-\\nerned his household.\\nMany a youth, as he knelt in the church and\\nopened his missal,\\nFixed his eyes upon her as the saint of the\\ndeepest devotion\\nHappy was he who might touch her hand or\\nthe hem of her garment\\nMany a suitor came to her door, by the dark-\\nness befriended,\\nAnd, as he knocked and waited to hear the\\nsound of her footsteps,\\nKnew not which beat the louder, his heart or\\nthe knocker of iron\\nOr at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of\\nthe village,", "height": "2866", "width": "1778", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 EVANGELINE.\\nBolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance\\nas he whispered\\nHurried words of love, that seemed a part of\\nthe music.\\nBut, among all who came, young Gabriel only\\nwas welcome\\nGabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil, the black-\\nsmith.\\nWho was a mighty man in the village, and\\nhonored of all men\\nFor, since the birth of time, throughout all\\nages and nations,\\nHas the craft of the smith been held in repute\\nby the people.\\nBasil was Benedict s friend. Their children\\nfrom earliest childhood\\nGrew up together as brother and sister; and\\nFather Felician,\\nPriest and pedagogue both, in the village, had\\ntaught them their letters\\nOut of the self-same book, with the hymns of\\nthe church and the plain song.\\nBut when the hymn was sung, and the daily\\nlesson completed,\\nSwiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil,\\nthe blacksmith.\\nThere at the door they stood, with wondering\\neyes to behold him", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 13\\nTake in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse\\nas a pla3^thing\\nNailing the shoe in its place; while near him\\nthe tire of the cart-wheel\\nLay like a fiery snake, coiled round in a circle\\nof cinders.\\nOft on autumnal eves, when without in the\\ngathering darkness\\nBursting with light seemed the smithy, through\\nevery cranny and crevice,\\nWarm by the forge within they watched the\\nlaboring bellows,\\nAnd as its panting ceased, and the sparks ex-\\npired in the ashes.\\nMerrily laughed, and said they were nuns go-\\ning into the chapel.\\nOft on sledges in winter, as swift as the swoop\\nof the eagle,\\nDown the hillside bounding, they glided away\\no er the meadow.\\nOft in the barns they climbed to the populous\\nnests on the rafters.\\nSeeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone,\\nwhich the swallow\\nBrings from the shore of the sea to restore the\\nsight of its fledglings\\nLucky was he who found that stone in the nest\\nof the swallow", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 EVANGELINE,\\nThus passed a few swift years, and they no\\nlonger were children.\\nHe was a valiant youth, and his face like the\\nface of the morning,\\nGladdened the earth with its light, and ripened\\nthought into action.\\nShe was a woman now, with the heart and\\nhopes of a woman.\\nSunshine of Saint Eulalie was she called;\\nfor that was the sunshine\\nWhich, as the farmers believed, would load\\ntheir orchards with apples;\\nShe, too, would bring to her husband s house\\ndelight and abundance,\\nFilling it full of love and the ruddy faces of\\nchildren.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 15\\nII.\\nNow had the season returned, when the nights\\ngrow colder and longer,\\nAnd the retreating sun the sign of the Scor-\\npion enters.\\nBirds of passage sailed through the leaden air\\nfrom the ice-bound.\\nDesolate northern bays to the shores of tropi-\\ncal islands.\\nHarvests were gathered in and wild with the\\nwinds of September\\nWrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of\\nold with the angel.\\nAll the signs foretold a winter long and incle-\\nment.\\nBees, with prophetic instinct of want, had\\nhoarded their honey-\\nTill the hives overflowed and the Indian hunt-\\ners asserted\\nCold would the winter be, for thick was the\\nfur of the foxes.\\nSuch was the advent of autumn. Then fol-\\nlowed that beautiful season,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 EVANGELINE,\\nCalled by the pious Acadian peasants the Sum-\\nmer of All-Saints!\\nFilled was the air with a dreamy and magical\\nlight and the landscape\\nLay as if new created in all the freshness of\\nchildhood.\\nPeace seemed to reign upon earth, and the\\nrestless heart of the ocean\\nWas for a moment consoled. All sounds were\\nin harmony blended.\\nVoices of children at play, the crowing of\\ncocks in the farm-yards,\\nWhirr of wings in the drowsy air, and the coo-\\ning of pigeons,\\nAll were subdued and low as the murmurs of\\nlove, and the great sun\\nLooked with the eye of love through the golden\\nvapors around him\\nWhile arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet\\nand yellow.\\nBright with the sheen of the dew, each glitter-\\ning tree of the forest\\nFlashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned\\nwith mantles and jewels.\\nNow recommenced the reign of rest and affec-\\ntion and stillness.\\nDay with its burden and heat had departed,\\nand twilight descending", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 17\\nBrought back the evening star to the sky, and\\nthe herds to the homestead,\\nPawing the ground they came, and resting\\ntheir necks on each other,\\nAnd with their nostrils distended inhaling the\\nfreshness of evening.\\nForemost, bearing the bell, Evangeline s beau-\\ntiful heifer,\\nProud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon\\nthat waved from her collar.\\nQuietly paced and slow, as if conscious of\\nhuman affection.\\nThen came the shepherd back with his bleating\\nflocks from the seaside,\\nWhere was their favorite pasture. Behind\\nthem followed the watch-dog,\\nPatient, full of importance, and grand in the\\npride of his instinct,\\nWalking from side to side with a lordly air,\\nand superbly\\nWaving his bushy tail, and urging forward\\nthe stragglers;\\nRegent of flocks was he when the shepherd\\nslept their protector.\\nWhen from the forest at night, through the\\nstarry silence, the wolves howled.\\nLate, with the rising moon, returned the wains\\nfrom the marshes,\\n2 Evangeline", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "18 EVANGELINE,\\nLaden with briny hay, that filled the air with\\nits odor.\\nCheerily neighed the steeds, with dew on their\\nmanes and their fetlocks,\\nWhile aloft on their shoulders the wooden and\\nponderous saddles,\\nPainted with brilliant dyes, and adorned with\\ntassels of crimson,\\nNodded in bright array, like hollyhocks heavy\\nwith blossoms.\\nPatiently stood the cows meanwhile, and yielded\\ntheir udders\\nUnto the milkmaid s hand; whilst loud and in\\nregular cadence\\nInto the sounding pails the foaming streamlets\\ndescended.\\nLowing of the cattle and peals of laughter\\nwere heard in the farm* yard,\\nEchoed back by the barns. Anon they sank\\ninto stillness;\\nHeavily closed, with a jarring sound, the\\nvalves of the barn-doors.\\nRattled the wooden bars, and all for a season\\nwas silent.\\nIn-doors, warm by the wide-mouthed fire-\\nplace, idly the farmer", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 19\\nSat in his elbow-chair, and watched how the\\nflames and the smoke-wreaths\\nStruggled together like foes in a burning city.\\nBehind him,\\nNodding and mocking along the wall, with\\ngestures fantastic.\\nDarted his own huge shadow, and vanished\\naway into darkness.\\nFaces, clumsily carved in oak, on the back of\\nhis arm-chair\\nLaughed in flickering light, and the pewter\\nplates on the dresser\\nCaught and reflected the flame, as shields of\\narmies the sunshine.\\nFragments of song the old man sang, and carols\\nof Christmas,\\nSuch as at home, in the olden time, his fathers\\nbefore him\\nSang in their Norman orchards and bright\\nBurgundian vineyards.\\nClose at her father s side was the gentle Evan-\\ngeline seated.\\nSpinning flax for the loom, that stood in the\\ncorner behind her.\\nSilent awhile were its treadles, at rest was its\\ndiligent shuttle,\\nWhile the monotonous drone of the wheel,\\nlike the drone of a bagpipe,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 EVANGELINE,\\nFollowed the old man s song, and united the\\nfragments together.\\nAs in a church, when the chant of the choir at\\nintervals ceases,\\nFootfalls are heard in the aisles, or words of\\nthe priest at the altar.\\nSo, in each pause of the song, with measured\\nmotion the clock clicked.\\nThus as they sat, there were footsteps heard,\\nand, suddenly lifted,\\nSounded the wooden latch, and the door swung\\nback on its hinges.\\nBenedict knev/ by the hob-nailed shoes it was\\nBasil the blacksmith.\\nAnd by her beating heart Evangeline knew\\nwho was with him.\\n**Welcome! the farmer exclaimed, as their\\nfootsteps paused on the threshold,\\nWelcome, Basil, my friend! Come, take thy\\nplace on the settle\\nClose by the chimney-side, which is always\\nempty without thee\\nTake from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the\\nbox of tobacco\\nNever so much thyself art thou as when\\nthrough the curling", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 21\\nSmoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and\\njovial face gleams\\nRound and red as the harvest moon through\\nthe mist of the marshes.\\nThen, with a smile of content, thus answered\\nBasil the blacksmith,\\nTaking with easy air the accustomed seat by\\nthe fireside:\\nBenedict Bellefontaine, thou hast ever thy jest\\nand thy ballad\\nEver in cheerfulest mood art thou, when others\\nare filled with\\nGloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin\\nbefore them.\\nHappy art thou, as if every day thou hadst\\npicked up a horseshoe.\\nPausing a moment, to take the pipe that Evan-\\ngeline brought him.\\nAnd with a coal from the embers had lighted,\\nhe slowly continued\\nFour days now are passed since the English\\nships at their anchors\\nRide in the Gaspereau s mouth, with their\\ncannon pointed against us.\\nWhat their design may be is unknown but all\\nare commanded\\nOn the morrow to meet in the church, where\\nhis Majesty s mandate", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 EVANGELINE,\\nWill be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas!\\nin the meantime\\nMany surmises of evil alarm the hearts of the\\npeople.\\nThen made answer the farmer: Perhaps\\nsome friendlier purpose\\nBrings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the\\nharvests in England\\nBy untimely rains or untimelier heat have\\nbeen blighted,\\nAnd from our bursting barns they would feed\\ntheir cattle and children,\\nNot so thinketh the folk in the village, said\\nwarmly, the blacksmith,\\nShaking his head, as in doubt; then, heaving\\na sigh, he continued\\nLouisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Sejour,\\nnor Port Royal.\\nMany already have fled to the forest, and lurk\\non its outskirts.\\nWaiting with anxious hearts the rubious fate\\nof to-morrow.\\nArms have been taken from us, and warlike\\nweapons of all kinds\\nNothing is left but the blacksmith s sledge and\\nthe scythe of the mower.\\nThen with a pleasant smile made answer the\\njovial farmer", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 23\\nSafer are we unarmed, in the midst of our\\nflocks and our cornfields,\\nSafer within these peaceful dikes, besieged by\\nthe ocean,\\nThan our fathers in forts, besieged by the\\nenemy s cannon.\\nFear no evil, my friend, and to-night may no\\nshadow of sorrow\\nFall on this house and hearth for this is the\\nnight of the contract.\\nBuilt are the house and the barn. The merry\\nlads of the village\\nStrongly have built them and well and, break-\\ning the glebe round about them,\\nFilled the barn v/ith hay, and the house with\\nfood for a twelvemonth.\\nRene Leblanc will be here anon, with his\\npapers and inkhorn.\\nShall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the\\njoy of our children?\\nAs apart by the window she stood, with her\\nhand in her lover s.\\nBlushing Evangeline heard the words that her\\nfather had spoken,\\nAnd, as they died on his lips, the worthy no-\\ntary entered.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 EVANGELINE,\\nIII.\\nBent like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf\\nof the ocean,\\nBent, but not broken, by age was the form of\\nthe notary public\\nShocks of yellow hair, like the silken floss of\\nthe maize, hung\\nOver his shoulders; his forehead was high;\\nand glasses with horn bows\\nSat astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom\\nsupernal.\\nFather of twenty children was he, and more\\nthan a hundred\\nChildren s children rode on his knee, and heard\\nhis great watch tick.\\nFour long years in the times of the war had he\\nlanguished a captive,\\nSuffering much in an old French fort as the\\nfriend of the English.\\nNow, though warier grown, without all guile\\nor suspicion.\\nRipe in wisdom was he, but patient, and sim-\\nple, and childlike.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 25\\nHe was beloved by all, and most of all by the\\nchildren\\nFor he told them tales of the Loup-garou in\\nthe forest,\\nAnd of the goblin that came in the night to\\nwater the horses,\\nAnd of the white Letiche, the ghost of a child\\nwho unchristened\\nDied, and was doomed to haunt unseen the\\nchambers of children\\nAnd how on Christmas eve the oxen talked in\\nthe stable,\\nAnd how the fever was cured by a spider shut\\nup in a nutshell,\\nAnd of the marvellous powers of four-leaved\\nclover and horseshoes,\\nWith whatsoever else was writ in the lore of\\nthe village.\\nThen up rose from his seat by the fireside\\nBasil the blacksmith,\\nKnocked from his pipe the ashes, and slowly\\nextending his right hand,\\nFather Leblanc, he exclaimed, thou hast\\nheard the talk in the village,\\nAnd, perchance, canst tell us some news of\\nthese ships and their errands.\\nThen with modest demeanor made answer the\\nnotary public,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 EVANGELINE.\\nGossip enough have I heard, in sooth, yet am\\nnever the wiser\\nAnd what their errand may be I know not bet-\\nter than others.\\nYet am I not of those who imagine some evil\\nintention\\nBrings them here, for we are at peace and\\nwhy then molest us?\\nGod s name! shouted the hasty and some-\\nwhat irascible blacksmith\\nMust we in all things look for the how, and\\nthe why, and the wherefore?\\nDaily injustice is done, and might is the right\\nof the strongest!\\nBut, without heeding his warmth, continued\\nthe notary public,\\nMan is unjust, but God is just; and finally\\njustice\\nTriumphs and well I remember a story, that\\noften consoled me,\\nWhen as a captive I lay in the old French fort\\nat Port Royal.\\nThis was the old man s favorite tale, and he\\nloved to repeat it\\nWhen his neighbors complained that any injus-\\ntice was done them.\\nOnce in an ancient city, whose name I no\\nlonger remember.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 27\\nRaised aloft on a column, a brazen statue of\\nJustice\\nStood in the public square, upholding the\\nscales in its left hand.\\nAnd in its right a sword, as an emblem that\\njustice presided\\nOver the laws of the land, and the hearts and\\nhomes of the people.\\nEven the birds had built their nests in the\\nscales of the balance,\\nHaving no fear of the sword that flashed in the\\nsunshine above them.\\nBut in the course of time the laws of the land\\nwere corrupted;\\nMight took the place of right, and the weak\\nwere oppressed, and the mighty\\nRuled with an iron rod. Then it chanced in a\\nnobleman s palace\\nThat a necklace of pearls was lost, and ere long\\na suspicion\\nFell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in\\nthe household.\\nShe, after form of trial condemned to die on\\nthe scaffold.\\nPatiently met her doom at the foot of the statue\\nof Justice.\\nAs to her Father in heaven her innocent spirit\\nascended,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 EVANGELINE.\\nLo! o er the city a tempest rose and the bolts\\nof the thunder\\nSmote the statue of bronze, and hurled in\\nwrath from its left hand\\nDown on the pavement below the clattering\\nscales of the balance,\\nAnd in the hollow thereof was found the nest\\nof a magpie,\\nInto whose clay-built walls the necklace of\\npearls was inwoven.\\nSilenced, but not convinced, when the story\\nwas ended, the blacksmith\\nStood like a man who fain would speak, but\\nfindeth no language\\nAll his thoughts were congealed into lines on\\nhis face, as the vapors\\nFreeze in fantastic shapes on the window-\\npanes in the winter.\\nThen Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp\\non the table,\\nFilled, till it overflowed, the pewter tankard\\nwith home-brewed\\nNut-brown ale, that was famed for its strength\\nin the village of Grand- Pre;\\nWhile from his pocket the notary drew his\\npapers and inkhorn.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 29\\nWrote with a steady hand the date and the age\\nof the parties,\\nNaming the dower of the bride in flocks of\\nsheep and in cattle.\\nOrderly all things proceeded, and duly and\\nwell were completed,\\nAnd the great seal of the law was set like a\\nsun on the margin.\\nThen from his leathern pouch the fanner\\nthrew on the table\\nThree times the old man s fee in solid pieces\\nof silver\\nAnd the notary rising, and blessing the bride\\nand the bridegroom.\\nLifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to\\ntheir welfare.\\nWiping the foam from his lip, he solemnly\\nbowed and departed.\\nWhile in silence the others sat and mused by\\nthe fireside.\\nTill Evangeline brought the draught-board out\\nof its corner.\\nSoon was the game begun. In friendly con-\\ntention the old men\\nLaughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful\\nmanoeuvre.\\nLaughed when a man was crowned, or a breach\\nwas made in the king-row.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 EVANGELINE,\\nMeanwhile apart, in the twilight gloom of a\\nwindow s embrasure,\\nSat the lovers, and whispered together, behold-\\ning the moon rise\\nOyer the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the\\nmeadows.\\nSilently one by one, in the infinite meadows of\\nheaven,\\nBlossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots\\nof the angels.\\nThus was the evening passed. Anon the\\nbell from the belfry\\nRang out the hour of nine, the village curfew,\\nand straightway\\nRose the guests and departed; and silence\\nreigned in the household.\\nMany a farewell word and sweet good-night on\\nthe door-step\\nLingered long in Evangeline s heart, and filled\\nit with gladness.\\nCarefully then were covered the embets that\\nglowed on the hearth-stone.\\nAnd on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of\\nthe farmer.\\nSoon with a soundless step the foot of Evange-\\nline followed.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 31\\nUp the staircase moved a luminous space in\\nthe darkness,\\nLighted less by the lamp than the shining face\\nof the maiden.\\nSilent she passed the hall, and entered the door\\nof her chamber.\\nSimple that chamber was, with its curtains of\\nwhite, and its clothes-press\\nAmple and high, on whose spacious shelves\\nwere carefully folded\\nLinen and woolen stuffs, by the hand of Evan-\\ngeline woven.\\nThis was the precious dower she would bring\\nto her husband in marriage,\\nBetter than flocks and herds, being proofs of\\nher skill as a housewife.\\nSoon she extinguished her lamp, for the mel-\\nlow and radiant moonlight\\nStreamed through the windows, and lighted\\nthe room, till the heart of the maiden\\nSwelled and obeyed its power, like the tremu-\\nlous tides of the ocean.\\nAh! she was fair, exceeding fair to behold, as\\nshe stood with\\nNaked snow-white feet on the gleaming floor\\nof her chamber\\nLittle she dreamed that below, among the trees\\nof the orchard,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 EVANGELINE,\\nWaited her lover and watched for the gleam\\nof her lamp and her shadow.\\nYet were her thoughts of him, and at times a\\nfeeling of sadness\\nPassed o er her soul, as the sailing shade of\\nclouds in the moonlight\\nFlitted across the floor and darkened the room\\nfor a moment.\\nAnd, as she gazed from the window, she sa\\\\x\\nserenely the moon pass\\nForth from the folds of a cloud, and one star\\nfollow her footsteps.\\nAs out of Abraham s tent young Ishmael wan-\\ndered with Hagar!", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 33\\nIV.\\nPleasantly rose next morn the sun on the vil-\\nlage of Grand-Pre.\\nPleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the\\nBasin of Minas,\\nWhere the ships, with their wavering shadows,\\nwere riding at anchor.\\nLife had long been astir in the village, and\\nclamorous labor\\nKnocked with its hundred hands at the golden\\ngates of the morning.\\nNow from the country around, from the farms\\nand neighboring hamlets,\\nCame in their holiday dresses the blithe Aca-\\ndian peasants.\\nMany a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh\\nfrom the young folk\\nMade the bright air brighter, as up from the\\nnumerous meadows.\\nWhere no path could be seen but the track of\\nwheels in the greensward,\\nGroup after group appeared, and joined or\\npassed on the highway.\\n3 Evangeline", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 EVANGELINE,\\nLong ere noon, in the village all sounds of\\nlabor were silenced.\\nThronged were the streets with people and\\nnoisy groups at the house-doors\\nSat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gos-\\nsiped together.\\nEvery house was an inn, where all were wel-\\ncomed and feasted\\nFor with this simple people, who lived like\\nbrothers together.\\nAll things were held in common, and what one\\nhad was another s.\\nYet under Benedict s roof hospitality seemed\\nmore abundant:\\nFor Evangeline stood among the guests of her\\nfather\\nBright was her face with smiles, and words of\\nwelcome and gladness\\nFell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the\\ncup as she gave it.\\nUnder the open sky, in the odorous air of the\\norchard,\\nStript of its golden fruit, was spread the feast\\nof betrothal.\\nThere in the shade of the porch were the priest\\nand the notary seated;", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 35\\nThere good Benedict sat, and sturdy Basil the\\nblacksmith.\\nNot far withdrawn from these, by the cider-\\npress and the bee-hives,\\nMichael the fiddler was placed, with the gayest\\nof hearts and of waistcoats.\\nShadow and light from the leaves alternately\\nplayed on his snow-white\\nHair, as it waved in the wind and the jolly\\nface of the fiddler\\nGlowed like a living coal when the ashes are\\nblown from the embers.\\nGayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound\\nof his fiddle,\\nTous les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le Carillon\\nde Dtmkerque,\\nAnd anon with his wooden shoes beat time to\\nthe music.\\nMerrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the diz-\\nzying dances\\nUnder the orchard-trees and down the path to\\nthe meadows\\nOld folk and young together, and children\\nmingled among them.\\nFairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Bene-\\ndict s daughter!\\nNoblest of all the youths was Gabriel, son of\\nthe blacksmith!", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 EVANGELINE,\\nSo passed the morning away. And lo! with\\na summons sonorous\\nSounded the bell from its tower, and over the\\nmeadows a drum beat.\\nThronged ere long was the church with men.\\nWithout, in the churchyard.\\nWaited the women. They stood by the graves,\\nand hung on the headstones\\nGarlands of autumn-leaves and evergreens\\nfresh from the forest.\\nThen came the guard from the ships, and\\nmarching proudly among them\\nEntered the sacred portal. With loud and dis-\\nsonant clangor\\nEchoed the sound of their brazen drums from\\nceiling and casement,\\nEchoed a moment only, and slowly the ponder-\\nous portal\\nClosed, and in silence the crowd awaited the\\nwill of the soldiers.\\nThen uprose their commander, and spake from\\nthe steps of the altar.\\nHolding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the\\nroyal commission.\\nYou are convened this day, he said, by his\\nMajesty s orders.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 37\\nClement and kind has he been but how you\\nhave answered his kindness,\\nLet your own hearts reply! To my natural\\nmake and my temper\\nPainful the task is I do, which to you I know\\nmust be grievous.\\nYet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will\\nof our monarch\\nNamely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and\\ncattle of all kinds\\nForfeited be to the crown and that you your-\\nselves from this province\\nBe transported to other lands. God grant you\\nmay dwell there\\nEver as faithful subjects, a happy and peace-\\nable people\\nPrisoners now I declare you for such is his\\nMajesty s pleasure!\\nAs, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice\\nof summer.\\nSuddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling\\nof the hailstones\\nBeats down the farmer s corn in the field and\\nshatters his windows,\\nHiding the sun, and strewing the ground with\\nthatch from the house-roofs,\\nBellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their\\nenclosures", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 EVANGELINE,\\nSo on the hearts of the people descended the\\nwords of the speaker.\\nSilent a moment they stood in speechless won-\\nder, and then rose\\nLouder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and\\nanger,\\nAnd, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed\\nto the door- way.\\nVain was the hope of escape and cries and\\nfierce imprecations\\nRang through the house of prayer; and high\\no er the heads of the others\\nRose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil\\nthe blacksmith.\\nAs, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the\\nbillows.\\nFlushed was his face, and distorted with pas-\\nsion; and wildly he shouted,\\nDown with the tyrants of England! we never\\nhave sworn them allegiance\\nDeath to these foreign soldiers, who seize on\\nour homes and our harvests!\\nMore he fain would have said, but the merci-\\nless hand of a soldier\\nSmote him upon the mouth, and dragged hini\\ndown to the pavement.\\nIn the midst of the strife and tumult of angry\\ncontention", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ARCADIE. 39\\nLo! the door of the chancel opened, and Father\\nFelician\\nEntered, with serious mien, and ascended the\\nsteps of the altar.\\nRaised his reverend hand, with a gesture he\\nawed into silence\\nAll that clamorous throng; and thus he spake\\nto his people\\nDeep were his tones and solemn in accents\\nmeasured and mournful\\nSpake he, as, after the tocsin s alarum, dis-\\ntinctly the clock strikes.\\nWhat is this that ye do, my children? what\\nmadness has seized you?\\nForty years of my life have I labored among\\nyou, and taught you,\\nNot in word alone, but in deed, to love one\\nanother\\nIs this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and\\nprayers and privations?\\nHave you so soon forgotten all lessons of love\\nand forgiveness?\\nThis is the house of the Prince of Peace, and\\nwould you profane it\\nThus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing\\nwith hatred?\\nLo where the crucified Christ from his cross\\nis gazing upon you", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "40 EVANGELINE.\\nSee in those sorrowful eyes what meekness\\nand holy compassion\\nHark I how those lips still repeat the prayer,\\nO Father, forgive them!\\nLet us repeat that prayer in the hour when the\\nwicked assail us,\\nLet us repeat it now, and say, O Father, for-\\ngive them\\nFew were his words of rebuke, but deep in the\\nhearts of his people\\nSank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded\\nthe passionate outbreak,\\nWhile they repeated his prayer, and said, 0\\nFather, forgive them\\nThen came the evening service. The tapers\\ngleamed from the altar.\\nFervent and deep was the voice of the priest,\\nand the people responded,\\nNot with their lips alone, but their hearts; and\\nthe Ave Maria\\nSang they, and fell on their knees, and their\\nsouls, with devotion translated.\\nRose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascend-\\ning to heaven.\\nMeanwhile had spread in the village the tid-\\nings of ill, and on all sides", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "He was beloved by the children. Page 25.\\nEvangeline.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 41\\nWandered, wailing, from house to house the\\nwomen and children.\\nLong at her father s door Evangeline stood,\\nwith her right hand\\nShielding her eyes from the level rays of the\\nSTin, that, descending.\\nLighted the village street with mysterious\\nsplendor, and roofed each\\nPeasant s cottage with golden thatch, and\\nemblazoned its windows.\\nLong within had been spread the snow-white\\ncloth on the table\\nThere stood the wheaten loaf, and the honey\\nfragrant with wild-flowers\\nThere stood the tankard of ale, and the cheese\\nfresh brought from the dairy\\nAnd, at the head of the board, the great arm-\\nchair of the farmer.\\nThus did Evangeline wait at her father s door,\\nas the sunset\\nThrew the long shadows of trees o er the broad\\nambrosial meadows.\\nAh on her spirit within a deeper shadow had\\nfallen.\\nAnd from the fields of her soul a fragrance\\ncelestial ascended,\\nCharity, meekness, love, and hope, and for-\\ngiveness, and patience", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "42 EVANGELINE,\\nThen, all-forgetful of self, she wandered into\\nthe village,\\nCheering with looks and words the mournful\\nhearts of the women,\\nAs o er the darkening fields with lingering\\nsteps they departed.\\nUrged by their household cares, and the weary\\nfeet of their children.\\nDown sank the great red sun, and in golden,\\nglimmering vapors\\nVeiled the light of his face, like a Prophet\\ndescending from Sinai.\\nSweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus\\nsounded.\\nMeanwhile, amid the gloom, by the church\\nEvangeline lingered.\\nAll was silent within and in vain at the door\\nand the windows\\nStood she, and listened and looked, till, over-\\ncome by emotion,\\nGabriel! cried she aloud with tremulous\\nvoice but no answer\\nCame from the grave of the dead, nor the\\ngloomier grave of the living.\\nSlowly at length she returned to the tenantless\\nhouse of her father.\\nSmouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board\\nwas the supper unfasted,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 43\\nEmpty and drear was each room, and haunted\\nwith phantoms of terror.\\nSadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor\\nof her chamber.\\nIn the dead of the night she heard the discon-\\nsolate rain fall\\nLoud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-\\ntree by the window.\\nKeenly the lightning flashed and the voice of\\nthe echoing thunder\\nTold her that God was in heaven, and gov-\\nerned the world he created\\nThen she remembered the tale she had heard\\nof the justice of Heaven;\\nSoothed was her troubled soul, and she peace-\\nfully slumbered till morning.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "44 EVANGELINE,\\nV.\\nFour times the sun had risen and set and now\\non the fifth day\\nCheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids\\nof the farm-house.\\nSoon o er the yellow fields, in silent and mourn-\\nful procession,\\nCame from the neighboring hamlets and farms\\nthe Acadian women,\\nDriving in ponderous wains their household\\ngoods to the sea-shore.\\nPausing and looking back to gaze once more on\\ntheir dwellings,\\nEre they were shut from sight by the winding\\nroad and the woodland.\\nClose at their sides their children ran, and\\nurged on the oxen,\\nWhile in their little hands they clasped some\\nfragments of playthings.\\nThus to the Gaspereau s mouth they hurried,\\nand there on the sea-beach\\nPiled in confusion lay the household goods of\\nthe peasants.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 45\\nAll day long between the shore and the ships\\ndid the boats ply;\\nAll day long the wains came laboring down\\nfrom the village.\\nLate in the afternoon, when the sun was near\\nto his setting,\\nEchoed far o er the fields came the roll of\\ndrums from the churchyard.\\nThither the women and children thronged.\\nOn a sudden the church-doors\\nOpened, and forth came the guard, and march-\\ning in gloomy procession\\nFollowed the long-imprisoned, but patient,\\nAcadian farmers.\\nEven as pilgrims, who journey afar from their\\nhomes and their country.\\nSing as they go, and in singing forget they are\\nweary and wayworn,\\n80 with songs on their lips the Acadian peas-\\nants descended\\nDown from the church to the shore, amid theii\\nwives and their daughters.\\nForemost the young men came; and, raising\\ntogether their voices,\\nSang with tremulous lips a chant of the Cath-\\nolic Missions:\\nSacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaust-\\nible fountain!", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "46 EVANGELINE,\\nFill our hearts this day with strength and sub-\\nmission and patience!\\nThen the old men, as they marched, and the\\nwomen that stood by the wayside\\nJoined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in\\nthe sunshine above them\\nMingled their notes therewith, like voices of\\nspirits departed.\\nHalf-way down to the shore Evangeline\\nwaited in silence.\\nNot overcome with grief, but strong in the\\nhour of affliction,\\nCalmly and sadly she waited, until the proces-\\nsion approached her.\\nAnd she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with\\nemotion.\\nTears then filled her eyes, and, eagerly run-\\nning to meet him,\\nClasped she his hands, and laid her head on\\nhis shoulder, and whispered,\\nGabriel! be of good cheer! for if we love one\\nanother\\nNothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mis-\\nchances may happen!\\nSmiling she spake these words then suddenly\\npaused, for her father", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 47\\nSaw she slowly advancing. Alas how changed\\nwas his aspect\\nGone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire\\nfrom his eye, and his footstep\\nHeavier seemed with the weight of the heavy\\nheart in his bosom.\\nBut with a smile and a sigh, she clasped his\\nneck and embraced him,\\nSpeaking words of endearment where words of\\ncomfort availed not.\\nThus to the Gaspereau s mouth moved on that\\nmournful procession.\\nThere disorder prevailed, and the tumult and\\nstir of embarking.\\nBusily plied the freighted boats; and in the\\nconfusion\\nWives were torn from their husbands, and\\nmothers, too late, saw their children\\nLeft on the land, extending their arms, with\\nwildest entreaties.\\nSo unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel\\ncarried.\\nWhile in despair on the shore Evangeline stood\\nwith her father.\\nHalf the task was not done when the sun went\\ndown, and the twilight", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "48 EVANGELINE,\\nDeepened and darkened around and in haste\\nthe refluent ocean\\nFled away from the shore, and left the line of\\nthe sand-beach\\nCovered with waifs of the tide, with kelp and\\nthe slippery sea-weed.\\nFarther back in the midst of the household\\ngoods and the wagons,\\nLike to a gypsy camp, or a leaguer after a\\nbattle,\\nAll escape cut off by the sea, and the sentinels\\nnear them,\\nLay encamped for the night the houseless\\nAcadian farmers.\\nBack to its nethermost caves retreated the bel-\\nlowing ocean.\\nDragging adown the beach the rattling pebbles,\\nand leaving\\nInland and far up the shore the stranded boats\\nof the sailors.\\nThen, as the night descended, the herds\\nreturned from their pastures\\nSweet was the moist still air with the odor of\\nmilk from their udders;\\nLowing they waited, and long, at the wells\\nknown bars of the farm-yard,\\nWaited and looked in vain for the voice and\\nthe hand of the milk-maid.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 49\\nSilence reigned in the streets from the church\\nno Angelas sounded,\\nRose no smoke from the roofs, and gleamed\\nno lights from the windows.\\nBut on the shores meanwhile the evening\\nfires had been kindled.\\nBuilt of the drift-wood thrown on the sands\\nfrom wrecks in the tempest.\\nRound them shapes of gloom and sorrowful\\nfaces were gathered.\\nVoices of women were heard, and of men, and\\nthe crying of children.\\nOnward from fire to fire, as from hearth to\\nhearth in his parish,\\nWandered the faithful priest, consoling and\\nblessing and cheering.\\nLike unto shipwrecked Paul on Melita s des-\\nolate sea-shore.\\nThus he approached the place where Evange-\\nline sat with her father.\\nAnd in the flickering light beheld the face of\\nthe old man,\\nHaggard and hollow and wan, and without\\neither thought or emotion.\\nE en as the face of a clock from which the.\\nhands have been taken.\\n4 Evangeline", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "60 EVANGELINE,\\nVainly Evangeline strove with words and ca-\\nresses to cheer him,\\nVainly offered him food; yet he moved not,\\nhe looked not, he spake not,\\nBut, with a vacant stare, ever gazed at the\\nflickering fire-light.\\nBenediciter murmured the priest, in tones\\nof compassion.\\nMore he fain would have said, but his heart\\nwas full, and his accents\\nFaltered and paused on his lips, as the feet of\\na child on a threshold,\\nHushed by the scene he beholds, and the awful\\npresence of sorrow.\\nSilently, therefore, he laid his hand on the\\nhead of the maiden,\\nRaising his tearful eyes to the silent stars that\\nabove them\\nMoved on their way, unperturbed by the\\nwrongs and sorrows of mortals.\\nThen sat he down at her side, and they wept\\ntogether in silence.\\nSuddenly rose from the south a light, as in\\nautumn the blood-red\\nMoon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and\\no er the horizon", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 51\\nTitan-like stretches its hundred hands upon\\nmountain and meadow,\\nSeizing the rocks and the rivers, and piling\\nhuge shadows together.\\nBroader and ever broader it gleamed on the\\nroofs of the village,\\nGleamed on the sky and the sea, and the ships\\nthat lay in the roadstead.\\nColumns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes\\nof flame were\\nThrust through their folds and withdrawn, like\\nthe quivering hands of a martyr.\\nThen as the wind seized the gleeds and the\\nburning thatch, and, uplifting,\\nWhirled them aloft through the air, at once\\nfrom a hundred house-tops\\nStarted the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame\\nintermingled.\\nThese things beheld in dismay the crowd on\\nthe shore and on shipboard.\\nSpeechless at first they stood, then cried aloud\\nin their anguish,\\nWe shall behold no more our homes in the\\nvillage of Grand-Pre!\\nLoud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in\\nthe farm-yards,\\nThinking the day had dawned and anon the\\nlowing of cattle", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "52 EVANGELINE,\\nCame on the evening breeze, by the barking of\\ndogs interrupted.\\nThen rose a sound of dread, such as startles\\nthe sleeping encampments\\nFar in the western prairies or forests that skirt\\nthe Nebraska,\\nWhen the wild horses affrighted sweep by with\\nthe speed of the whirlwind,\\nOr the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush\\nto the river.\\nSuch was the sound that arose on the night, as\\nthe herds and the horses\\nBroke through their folds and fences, and\\nmadly rushed o er the meadows.\\nOverwhelmed with the sight, yet speechless,\\nthe priest and the maiden\\nGazed on the scene of terror that reddened and\\nwidened before them\\nAnd as they turned at length to speak to their\\nsilent companion,\\nLo from his seat he had fallen, and stretched\\nabroad on the sea-shore\\nMotionless lay his form, from which the soul\\nhad departed.\\nSlowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head,\\nand the maiden\\nKnelt at her father s side, and wailed aloud in\\nher terror.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 53\\nThen in a swoon she sank, and lay with her\\nhead on his bosom.\\nThrough the long night she lay in deep, obliv-\\nious slumber\\nAnd when she woke from the trance, she be-\\nheld a multitude near her.\\nFaces of friends, she beheld, that were mourn-\\nfully gazing upon her,\\nPallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest\\ncompassion.\\nStill the blaze of the burning village illumi-\\nnated the landscape.\\nReddened the sky overhead, and gleamed on\\nthe faces around her.\\nAnd like the day of doom it seemed to her\\nwavering senses.\\nThen a familiar voice she heard, as it said to\\nthe people,\\n**Let us bury him here by the sea. When a\\nhappier season\\nBrings us again to our homes from the un-\\nknown land of our exile,\\nThen shall his sacred dust be piously laid in\\nthe churchyard.\\nSuch were the words of the priest. And there\\nin haste by the sea-side.\\nHaving the glare of the burning village for\\nfuneral torches,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "64 EVANGELINE,\\nBut without bell or book, they buried the far-\\nmer of Grand- Pre.\\nAnd as the voice of the priest repeated the\\nservice of sorrow,\\nLo with a mournful sound, like the voice of\\na vast congregation.\\nSolemnly answered the sea, and mingled its\\nroar with the dirges.\\nTwas the returning tide, that afar from the\\nwaste of the ocean,\\nWith the first dawn of the day, came heaving\\nand hurrying landward.\\nThen recommenced once more the stir and\\nnoise of embarking\\nAnd with the ebb of the tide the ships sailed\\nout of the harbor,\\nLeaving behind them the dead on the shore,\\nand the village in ruins.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 55\\nPART THE SECOND.\\nI.\\nMany a weary year had passed since the burn-\\ning of Grand-Pre,\\nWhen on the falling tide the freighted vessels\\ndeparted,\\nBearing a nation, with all its household gods,\\ninto exile,\\nExile without an end, and without an example\\nin story.\\nFar asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians\\nlanded\\nScattered were they, like flakes of snow, when\\nthe wind from the northeast\\nStrikes aslant through the fogs that darken the\\nBanks of Newfoundland.\\nFriendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered\\nfrom city to city.\\nFrom the cold lakes of the North to sultry\\nSouthern savannas,\\nFrom the bleak shores of the sea to the lands\\nwhere the Father of Waters", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "56 EVANGELINE,\\nSeizes the hills in his hands, and drags them\\ndown to the ocean.\\nDeep in their sands to bury the scattered bones\\nof the mammoth.\\nFriends they sought and homes; and m.any,\\ndespairing, heart-broken,\\nAsked of the earth but a grave, and no longer\\na friend nor a fireside.\\nWritten their history stands on tablets of stone\\nin the churchyards.\\nLong among them was seen a maiden who\\nwaited and wandered,\\nLowly and meek in spirit and patiently suffer-\\ning all things.\\nFair was she and young but, alas before her\\nextended,\\nDreary and vast and silent, the desert of life,\\nwith its pathway\\nMarked by the graves of those who had sor-\\nrowed and suffered before her.\\nPassions long extinguished, and hopes long\\ndead and abandoned,\\nAs the emigrant s way o er the Western desert\\nis marked by\\nCamp-fires long consumed, and bones that\\nbleach in the sunshine.\\nSomething there was in her life incomplete,\\nimperfect, unfinished;", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 57\\nAs if a morning of June, with all its music and\\nsunshine,\\nSuddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly\\ndescended\\nInto the east again, from whence it late had\\narisen.\\nSometimes she lingered in towns, till, urged\\nby the fever within her.\\nUrged by a restless longing, the hunger and\\nthirst of the spirit.\\nShe would commence again her endless search\\nand endeavor\\nSometimes in churchyards strayed, and gazed\\non the crosses and tombstones.\\nSat by some nameless grave, and thought that\\nperhaps in its bosom\\nHe was already at rest, and she longed to\\nslumber beside him.\\nSometimes a rumor, a hearsay, an inarticulate\\nwhisper.\\nCame with its airy hand to point and beckon\\nher forward.\\nSometimes she spake with those who had seen\\nher beloved and known him.\\nBut it was long ago, in some far-off place or\\nforgotten.\\nGabriel Lajeunesse! they said; **0 yes! we\\nhave seen him", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "58 EVANGELINE,\\nHe was with Basil the blacksmith, and both\\nhave gone to the prairies;\\nCoureurs-des-Bois are they, and famous hunt-\\ners and trappers.\\nGabriel Lajeunesse! said others; O yes!\\nwe have seen him.\\nHe is a Voyageur in the lowlands of Louisi-\\nana.\\nThen would they say, Dear child why dream\\nand wait for him longer?\\nAre there not other youths as fair as Gabriel?\\nothers\\nWho have hearts as tender and true, and spir-\\nits as loyal?\\nHere is Baptiste Leblanc, the notary s son,\\nwho has loved thee\\nMany a tedious year; come, give him thy\\nhand and be happy\\nThou art too fair to be left to braid St. Cather-\\nine s tresses.\\nThen would Evangeline answer, serenely but\\nsadly, *I cannot!\\nWhither my heart has gone, there follows my\\nhand, and not elsewhere.\\nFor when the heart goes before, like a lamp,\\nand illumines the pathway.\\nMany things are made clear, that else be hid-\\nden in darkness.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 59\\nThereupon the priest, her friend and father-\\nconfessor,\\nSaid, with a smile, O daughter! thy God thus\\nspeaketh within thee!\\n^Talk not of wasted affection affection never\\nwas wasted\\nIf it enrich not the heart of another, its\\nwaters, returning-\\nBack to their springs, like the rain, shall fill\\nthem full of refreshment\\nThat which the fountain sends forth returns\\nagain to the fountain.\\nPatience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish\\nthy work of affection\\nSorrow and silence are strong, and patient en-\\ndurance is godlike.\\nTherefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the\\nheart is made godlike.\\nPurified, strengthened, perfected, and ren-\\ndered more worthy of heaven!\\nCheered by the good man s words, Evangeline\\nlabored and waited.\\nStill in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of\\nthe ocean.\\nBut with its sound there was mingled a voice\\nthat whispered, Despair not!\\nThus did that poor soul wander in want and\\ncheerless discomfort,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "60 EVANGELINE.\\nBleeding, barefooted, over the shards and\\nthorns of existence.\\nLet me essay, O Muse to follow the wander-\\ner s footsteps;\\nNot through each devious path, each change-\\nful year of existence;\\nBut as a traveler follows a streamlet s course\\nthrough the valley\\nFar from its margin at times, and seeing the\\ngleam of its water\\nHere and there, in some open space, and at\\nintervals only\\nThen drawing nearer its banks, through syl-\\nvan glooms that conceal it.\\nThough he behold it not, he can hear its con-\\ntinuous murmur\\nHappy, at length, if he find the spot where it\\nreaches an outlet", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 61\\nII.\\nIt was the month of May. Far down the\\nBeautiful River,\\nPast the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the\\nWabash,\\nInto the golden stream of the broad and swift\\nMississippi,\\nFloated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by\\nAcadian boatmen.\\nIt was a band of exiles a raft, as it were, from\\nthe shipwrecked\\nNation, scattered along the coast, now floating\\ntogether.\\nBound by the bonds of a common belief and a\\ncommon misfortune;\\nMen and women and children, who, guided by\\nhope or by heresay,\\nSought for their kith and their kin among the\\nfew-acred farmers\\nOn the Acadian coast, and the prairies of fair\\nOpelousas.\\nWith them Evangeline went, and her guide,\\nthe Father Felician.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "62 EVANGELINE,\\nOnward o er sunken sands, through a wilder-\\nness sombre with forests,\\nDay after day they glided adown the turbulent\\nriver;\\nNight after night, by their blazing fires,\\nencamped on its borders.\\nNow through rushing chutes, among green\\nislands, where plumelike\\nCotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they\\nswept with the current.\\nThen emerged into broad lagoons, where sil-\\nvery sand-bars\\nLay in the stream, and along the wimpling\\nwaves of their margin,\\nShining with snow-white plumes, large flocks\\nof pelicans waded.\\nLevel the landscape grew, and along the shores\\nof the river,\\nShaded by china-trees, in the midst of luxuri-\\nant gardens,\\nStood the houses of planters, with negro-\\ncabins and dove-cots.\\nThey were approaching the region where\\nreigns perpetual summer,\\nWhere through the Golden Coast, and groves\\nof orange and citron.\\nSweeps with majestic curve the river away to\\nthe eastward.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 63\\nThey, too, swerved from their course; and,\\nentering the Bayou of Plaquemine,\\nSoon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devi-\\nous waters,\\nWhich, like a network of steel, extended in\\nevery direction.\\nOver their heads the towering and tenebrous\\nboughs of the cypress\\nMet in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in\\nmid-air\\nWaved liked banners that hang on the walls of\\nancient cathedrals.\\nDeathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken,\\nsave by the herons\\nHome to their roosts in the cedar-trees return-\\ning at sunset,\\nOr by the owl, as he greeted the moon with\\ndemoniac laughter.\\nLovely the moonlight was as it glanced and\\ngleamed on the water,\\nGleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar\\nsustaining the arches,\\nDown through whose broken vaults it fell as\\nthrough chinks in a ruin.\\nDreamlike, and indistinct, and strange were all\\nthings around them\\nAnd o er their spirits there came a feeimg of\\nwonder and sadness.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "64 EVANGELINE.\\nStrange forebodings of ill, unseen that cannot\\nbe compassed.\\nAs, at the tramp of a horse s hoof on the turf\\nof the prairies,\\nFar in advance are closed the leaves of the\\nshrinking mimosa,\\nSo, at the hoof-beats of fate, with sad forebod-\\nings of evil.\\nShrinks and closes the heart, ere the stroke of\\ndoom has attained it.\\nBut Evangeline s heart was sustained by a\\nvision, that faintly-\\nFloated before her eyes, and beckoned her on\\nthrough the moonlight.\\nIt was the thought of her brain that assumed\\nthe shape of a phantom.\\nThrough those shadowy isles had Gabriel wan-\\ndered before her.\\nAnd every stroke of the oar now brought him\\nnearer and nearer.\\nThen in his place, at the prow of the boat,\\nrose one of the oarsmen.\\nAnd, as a signal sound, if others like them per-\\nadventure,\\nSailed on those gloomy and midnight streams,\\nblew a blast on his bugle.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 65\\nWild through the dark colonades and corridors\\nleafy the blast rang,\\nBreaking the seal of silence, and giving tongues\\nto the forest.\\nSoundless above them the banners of moss just\\nstirred to the music.\\nMultitudinous echoes awoke and died in the\\ndistance,\\nOver the watery floor, and beneath the rever-\\nberant branches;\\nBut not a voice replied no answer came from\\nthe darkness;\\nAnd, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense\\nof pain was the silence.\\nThen Evangeline slept but the boatmen rowed\\nthrough the midnight,\\nSilent at times, then singing familiar Canadian\\nboat-songs.\\nSuch as they sang of old on their own Acadian\\nrivers,\\nWhile through the night were heard the mys-\\nterious sounds of the desert.\\nFar off, indistinct, as of wave or wind in\\nthe forest,\\nMixed with the whoop of the crane and the\\nroar of the grim alligator.\\nThus ere another noon they emerged from\\nthe shades; and before them\\n5 Evangeline", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "66 EVANGELINE,\\nLay, in the golden sun, the lakes of the Atcha-\\nfalaya.\\nWater-lilies, in myriads, rocked on the slight\\nundulations\\nMade by the passing oars, and, resplendent in\\nbeauty, the lotus\\nLifted her golden crown above the heads of the\\nboatmen.\\nFaint was the air with the odorous breath of\\nmagnolia blossoms.\\nAnd with the heat of noon and numberless\\nsylvan islands,\\nFragrant and thickly embowered with blosom-\\ning hedges of roses.\\nNear to those shores they glided along, invited\\nto slumber.\\nSoon the fairest of these weary oars were sus-\\npended.\\nUnder the boughs of Wachita willows, that\\ngrew by the margin,\\nSafely their boat was moored; and scattered\\nabout on the greensward,\\nTired with their midnight toil, the weary trav-\\nelers slumbered.\\nOver them vast and high extended the cope of\\na cedar.\\nSwinging from its great arms, the trumpet-\\nflower and the grapevine", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 67\\nHung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder\\nof Jacob,\\nOn whose pendulous stairs the angels ascend-\\ning, descending,\\nWere the swift humming-birds, that flitted\\nfrom blossom to blossom.\\nSuch was the vision Evangeline saw as she\\nslumbered beneath it.\\nFilled was her heart with love, and the dawn\\nof an opening heaven\\nLighted her soul in sleep with the glory of\\nregions celestial.\\nNearer, ever nearer, among the numberless\\nislands,\\nDarted a light, swift boat, that sped away o er\\nthe water,\\nUrged on its course by the sinewy arms of\\nhunters and trappers.\\nNorthward its prow was turned, to the land of\\nthe bison and beaver.\\nAt the helm sat a youth, with countenance\\nthoughtful and careworn.\\nDark and neglected locks overshadowed his\\nbrow, and a sadness\\nSomewhat beyond his years on his face was\\nlegibly written.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "68 EVANGELINE,\\nGabriel was it, who, weary with waiting,\\nunhappy and restless,\\nSought in the Western wilds oblivion of self\\nand of sorrow.\\nSwiftly they glided along, close under the lee of\\nthe island,\\nBut by the opposite bank, and behind a screen\\nof palmettos,\\nSo that they saw not the boat, where it lay\\nconcealed in the willows.\\nAll undisturbed by the dash of their oars,\\nand unseen, were the sleepers.\\nAngel of God, was there none to awaken the\\nslumbering maiden.\\nSwiftly they glided away, like the shade of a\\ncloud on the prairie.\\nAfter the sound of their oars on the tholes had\\ndied in the distance,\\nAs if from a magic trance the sleepers awoke,\\nand the maiden\\nSaid with a sigh to the friendly priest, O\\nFather Felician!\\nSomething says in my heart that near me\\nGabriel wanders.\\nIs it a foolish dream, an idle and vague super-\\nstition?\\nOr has an angel passed, and revealed the truth\\nto my spirit?", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 69\\nThen, with a blush, she added, Alas for my\\ncredulous fancy!\\nUnto ears like thine such words as these have\\nno meaning.\\nBut made answer the reverend man, and he\\nsmiled as he answered,\\nDaughter, thy words are not idle; nor are\\nthey to me without meaning.\\nFeeling is deep and still and the word that\\nfloats on the surface\\nIs as the tossing buoy, that betrays where\\nthe anchor is hidden.\\nTherefore trust to thy heart, and to what the\\nworld calls illusions.\\nGabriel truly is near thee for not far away to\\nthe southward,\\nOn the banks of the Teche, are the towns of St.\\nMaur and St. Martin.\\nThere the long-wandering bride shall be given\\nagain to her bridegroom.\\nThere the long-absent pastor regain his flock\\nand his sheepfold.\\nBeautiful is the land, with its prairies and\\nforests of fruit-trees;\\nUnder the feet a garden of flowers, and the\\nbluest of heavens\\nBending above, and resting its dome on the\\nwalls of the forest.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "70 EVANGELINE,\\nThey who dwell there have named it the Eden\\nof Louisiana.\\nWith these words of cheer they arose and\\ncontinued their journey.\\nSoftly the evening came. The sun from the\\nwestern horizon\\nLike a mag-ician extended his golden wand o er\\nthe landscape.\\nTwinkling vapors arose; and sky and water\\nand forest\\nSeemed all on fire at the touch, and melted\\nand mingled together.\\nHanging between two skies, a cloud with edges\\nof silver,\\nFloated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the\\nmotionless water.\\nFilled was Evangeline s heart with inexpres-\\nsible sweetness.\\nTouched by the magic spell, the sacred foun-\\ntains of feeling\\nGlowed with the light of love, as the skies and\\nwaters around her.\\nThen from a neighboring thicket the mocking-\\nbird, v/ildest of singers,\\nSwinging aloft on a willow spray that hung\\no er the water,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 71\\nShook from his little throat such floods of deli-\\nrious music,\\nThat the whole air and the woods and the\\nwaves seemed silent to listen.\\nPlaintive at first were the tones and sad then\\nsoaring to madness\\nSeemed they to follow or guide the revel of\\nfrenzied Bacchantes.\\nSingle notes were then heard, in sorrowful,\\nlow lamentation\\nTill, having gathered them all, he flung them\\nabroad in derision.\\nAs when, after a storm, a gust of wind through\\nthe tree-tops\\nShakes down the rattling rain in a crystal\\nshower on the branches.\\nWith such a prelude as this, and hearts that\\nthrobbed with emotion,\\nSlowly they entered the Teche, where it flows\\nthrough the green Opelousas,\\nAnd, through the amber air, above the crest\\nof woodland,\\nSaw the column of smoke that arose from a\\nneighboring dwelling;\\nSounds of a horn they heard, and the distant\\nlowing of cattle.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "72 EVANGELINE.\\nIII.\\nNear to the bank of the river, o ershadowed by-\\noaks, from whose branches\\nGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mis-\\ntletoe flaunted,\\nSuch as the Druids cut down with golden\\nhatchets at Yule-tide,\\nStood, secluded and still, the house of the\\nherdsman. A garden\\nGirded it round about with a belt of luxuriant\\nblossoms.\\nFilling the air with fragrance. The house\\nitself was of timbers\\nHewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fit-\\nted together.\\nLarge and low was the roof and on slender\\ncolumns supported,\\nRose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and\\nspacious veranda.\\nHaunt of the humming-bird and the bee, ex-\\ntended around it.\\nAt each end of the house, amid the flowers of\\nthe garden,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 73\\nStationed the dove-cots were, as love s perpet-\\nual symbol.\\nScenes of endless wooing, and endless conten-\\ntions of rivals.\\nSilence reigned o er the place. The line of\\nshadow and sunshine\\nRan near the tops of the trees but the house\\nitself was in shadow,\\nAnd from its chimney-top, ascending and\\nslowly expanding\\nInto the evening air, a thin blue column of\\nsmoke rose.\\nIn the rear of the house, from the garden gate,\\nran a pathway\\nThrough the great groves of oak to the skirts\\nof the limitless prairie,\\nInto whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly\\ndescending.\\nFull in his track of light, like ships with shad-\\nowy canvas\\nHanging loose from their spars in a motionless\\ncalm in the tropics.\\nStood a cluster of trees, with tangled cordage\\nof grapevines.\\nJust where the woodlands met the flowery\\nsurf of the prairie.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "74 EVANGELINE,\\nMounted upon his horse, with Spanish saddle\\nand stirrups,\\nSat a herdsman, arrayed in gaiters and doublet\\nof deerskin.\\nBroad and brown was the face that from under\\nthe Spanish sombrero\\nGazed on the peaceful scene, with the lordly\\nlook of its master.\\nRound about him were numberless herds of\\nkine, that were grazing\\nQuietly in the meadows, and breathing the\\nvapory freshness\\nThat uprose from the river, and spread itself\\nover the landscape.\\nSlowly lifting the horn that hung at his side,\\nand expanding\\nFully his broad, deep chest, he blew a blast,\\nthat resounded\\nWildly and sweet and far, through the still\\ndamp air of the evening.\\nSuddenly, out of the grass the long white\\nhorns of the cattle\\nRose like flakes of foam on the adverse cur-\\nrents of ocean.\\nSilent a moment they gazed, then bellowing\\nrushed o er the prairie,\\nAnd the whole mass became a cloud, a shade\\nin the distance.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 75\\nThen, as the herdsman turned to the house,\\nthrough the gate of the garden\\nSaw he the forms of the priest and the maiden\\nadvancing to meet him.\\nSuddenly down from his horse he sprang in\\namazement, and forward\\nRushed with extended arms and exclamations\\nof wonder;\\nWhen they beheld his face, they recognized\\nBasil the blacksmith.\\nHearty his welcome was, as he led his guests\\nto the garden.\\nThere in an arbor of roses with endless ques-\\ntion and answer\\nGave they vent to their hearts, and renewed\\ntheir friendly embraces.\\nLaughing and weeping by turns, or sitting\\nsilent and thoughtful.\\nThoughtful, for Gabriel came not; and now\\ndark doubts and misgivings\\nStole o er the maiden s heart; and Basil, some-\\nwhat embarrassed.\\nBroke the silence and said, If you came by\\nthe Atchafalaya,\\nHow have you nowhere encountered my Ga-\\nbriel s boat on the bayous?\\nOver Evangeline s face at the words of Basil a\\nshade passed.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "76 EVANGELINE,\\nTears came into her eyes, and she said, with a\\ntremulous accent,\\nGone? is Gabriel gone? and, concealing her\\nface on his shoulder,\\nAll her o erburdened heart gave way, and she\\nwept and lamented.\\nThen the good Basil said, and his voice grew\\nblithe as he said it,\\nBe of good cheer, my child; it is only to-day\\nhe departed.\\nFoolish boy! he has left me alone v/ith my\\nherds and my horses.\\nMoody and restless grown, and tried and\\ntroubled, his spirit\\nCould no longer endure the calm of this quiet\\nexistence,\\nThinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful\\never.\\nEver silent, or speaking only of thee and his\\ntroubles,\\nHe at length had become so tedious to men and\\nto maidens.\\nTedious even to me, that at length T bethought\\nme, and sent him\\nUnto the town of Adays to trade for mules\\nwith the Spaniards.\\nThence he will follow the Indian trails to the\\nOzark Mountains,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 77\\nHunting for furs in the forests, on rivers trap-\\nping the beaver.\\nTherefore be of good cheer we will follow the\\nfugitive lover;\\nHe is not far on his way, and the Fates and\\nthe streams are against him.\\nUp and away to-morrow, and tihrough the red\\ndew of the morning\\nWe will follow him fast, and bring him back to\\nhis prison.\\nThen glad voices were heard, and up from\\nthe banks of the river.\\nBorne aloft on his comrades* arms, came\\nMichael the fiddler.\\nLong under Basil s roof had he lived like a god\\non Olympus,\\nHaving no other care than dispensing music to\\nmortals.\\nFar renowned was he for his silver locks and\\nhis fiddle.\\nLong live Michael, they cried, our brave\\nAcadian minstrel!\\nAs they bore him aloft in triumphal procession;\\nand straightway\\nFather Felician advanced with Evangeline,\\ngreeting the old man", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "78 EVANGELINE,\\nKindly and oft, and recalling the past, while\\nBasil, enraptured,\\nHailed with hilarious joy his old companions\\nand gossips.\\nLaughing loud and long, and embracing\\nmothers and daughters.\\nMuch they marveled to see the wealth of the\\ncidevant blacksmith.\\nAll his domains and his herds, and his patri-\\narchal demeanor;\\nMuch they marveled to hear his tales of the\\nsoil and the climate.\\nAnd of the prairies, whose num^berless herds\\nwere his who would take them\\nEach one thought in his heart, that he, too,\\nwould go and do likewise.\\nThus they ascended the steps, and, crossing the\\nbreezy veranda,\\nEntered the hall of the house, where already\\nthe supper of Basil\\nWaited his late return and they rested and\\nfeasted together.\\nOver the joyous feast the sudden darkness\\ndescended.\\nAll was silent without, and, illuming the\\nlandscape with silver,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 70\\nFair rose the dewy moon and the myriad\\nstars; but within doors,\\nBrighter than these, shone the faces of friends\\nin the glimmering lamplight.\\nThen from his station aloft, at the head of the\\ntable, the herdsman\\nPoured forth his heart and his wine together\\nin endless profusion.\\nLighting his pipe, that was filled with sweet\\nNatchitoches tobacco,\\nThus he spake to his guests, who listened, and\\nsmiled as they listened\\nWelcome once more, my friends, who long\\nhave been friendless and homeless,\\nWelcome once more to a home, that is better\\nperchance than the old one!\\nHere no hungry winter congeals our blood like\\nthe rivers;\\nHere no stony ground provokes the wrath of\\nthe farmer.\\nSmoothly the ploughshare runs through the\\nsoil, as a keel through the water.\\nAll the year round the orange-groves are in\\nblossom and grass grows\\nMore in a single night than a whole Canadian\\nsummer.\\nHere, too, numberless herds run wild and\\nunclaimed in the prairies", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "80 EVANGELINE,\\nHere, too, lands may be had for the asking,\\nand forests of timber\\nWith a few blows of the axe are hewn and\\nframed into houses.\\nAfter your houses are built, and your fields are\\nyellow with harvests,\\nNo King George of England shall drive you\\naway from your homesteads,\\nBurning your dwellings and barns, and steal-\\ning your farms and your cattle.\\nSpeaking these words, he blew a wrathful\\ncloud from his nostrils.\\nWhile his huge, brown hand came thundering\\ndown on the table,\\nSo that the guests all started; and Father\\nFelician, astounded,\\nSuddenly paused, with a pinch of snuff half-\\nway to his nostrils.\\nBut the brave Basil resumed, and his words\\nwere milder and gayer\\nOnly beware of the fever, my friends, beware\\nof the fever\\nFor it is not like that of our cold Acadian\\nclimate,\\nCured by wearing a spider hung round one s\\nneck in a nutshell\\nThen there were voices heard at the door, and\\nfootsteps approaching", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 81\\nSounded upon the stairs and the floor of the\\nbreezy veranda.\\nIt was the neighboring Creoles and small\\nAcadian planters,\\nWho had been summoned all to the house of\\nBasil the Herdsman.\\nMerry the meeting was of ancient comrades\\nand neighbors\\nFriend clasped friend in his arms; and they\\nwho before were as strangers,\\nMeeting in exile, became straightway as friends\\nto each other,\\nDrawn by the gentle bond of a common coun-\\ntry together.\\nBut in the neighboring hall a strain of music,\\nproceeding\\nFrom the accordant strings of Michael s melo-\\ndious fiddle,\\nBroke up all further speech. Away, like chil-\\ndren delighted,\\nAll things forgotten besides, they gave them-\\nselves to the maddening\\nWhirl of the dizzy dance, as it swept and swayed\\nto the music,\\nDreamlike, with beaming eyes and the rush of\\nfluttering garments.\\n6 Evangeline", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "82 EVANGELINE,\\nMeanwhile, apart, at the head of the hall,\\nthe priest and the herdsman\\nSat, conversing together of past and present\\nand future;\\nWhile Evangeline stood like one entranced, for\\nwithin her\\nOlden memories rose, and loud in the midst\\nof the music\\nHeard she the sound of the sea, and an irre-\\npressible sadness\\nCame o er her heart, and unseen she stole\\nforth into the garden.\\nBeautiful was the night. Behind the black\\nwall of the forest.\\nTipping its summit with silver, arose the moon.\\nOn the river\\nFell here and there through the branches a\\ntremulous gleam of the moonlight,\\nLike the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened\\nand devious spirit.\\nNearer and round about her, the manifold\\nflowers of the garden\\nPoured out their souls in odors, that were their\\nprayers and confessions\\nUnto the night, as it went its way, like a silent\\nCarthusian.\\nFuller of fragrance than they, and as heavy\\nwith shadows and night-dews,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 83\\nHung the heart of the maiden. The calm and\\nthe magical moonlight\\nSeemed to inundate her soul with indefinable\\nlongings,\\nAs, through the garden gate, and beneath the\\nshade of the oak-trees,\\nPassed she along the path to the edge of the\\nmeasureless prai.ie.\\nSilent it lay, with a silvery haze upon it, and\\nfire-flies\\nGleaming and floating away in mingled and\\ninfinite numbers.\\nOver her head the stars, the thoughts of God\\nin the heavens,\\nShone on the eyes of man, who had ceased to\\nmarvel and w^orship,\\nSave when a blazing comet was seen on the\\nwalls of that temple,\\nAs if a hand had appeared and written upon\\nthem, Upharsin.\\nAnd the soul of the maiden, between the stars\\nand the fire-flies.\\nWandered alone, and she cried, O Gabriel!\\nO my beloved!\\nArt thou so near unto me, and yet I cannot\\nbehold thee?\\nArt thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice\\ndoes not reach me?", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "84 EVANGELINE,\\nAh! how often thy feet have trod this path to\\nthe prairie\\nAh! how often thine eyes have looked on the\\nwoodlands around me\\nAh! how often beneath this oak, returning\\nfrom labor,\\nThou hast laid down to rest, and to dream of\\nme in thy slumbers!\\nWhen shall these eyes behold, these arms be\\nfolded about thee?\\nLoud and sudden and near the note of a whip-\\npoorwill sounded\\nLike a flute in the woods; and anon, through\\nthe neighboring thickets.\\nFarther and farther away it floated and dropped\\ninto silence.\\nPatience! whispered the oaks from oracular\\ncaverns of darkness\\nAnd, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh\\nresponded, To-morrow!\\nBright rose the sun next day and all the\\nflowers of the garden\\nBathed his shining feet with their tears, and\\nanointed his tresses\\nWith the delicious balm that they bore in their\\nvases of crystal.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 85\\nFarewell! said the priest, as he stood at\\nthe shadowy threshold;\\nSee that you bring us the Prodigal Son from\\nhis fasting and famine,\\nAnd, too, the Foolish Virgin, who slept when\\nthe bridegroom was coming.\\nFarewell! answered the maiden, and, smil-\\ning, with Basil descended\\nDown to the river s brink, where the boatmen\\nalready were waiting.\\nThus beginning their journey with morning,\\nand sunshine, and gladness,\\nSwiftly they followed the flight of him who was\\nspeeding before them.\\nBlown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over\\nthe desert.\\nNot that day, nor the next, nor yet the day\\nthat succeeded.\\nFound the trace of his course, in lake or forest\\nor river.\\nNor, after many days, had they found him;\\nbut vague and uncertain\\nRumors alone were their guides through a wild\\nand desolate country;\\nTill, at the little inn of the Spanish town of\\nAdayes,\\nWeary and worn, they alighted, and learned\\nfrom the garrulous landlord.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "86 EVANGELINE,\\nThat on the day before, with horses and guides\\nand companions,\\nGabriel left the village, and took the road of\\nthe prairies.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 87\\nTV.\\nFar in the West there lies a desert land, where\\nthe motintains\\nLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and\\nluminous summits.\\nDown from their jagged, deep ravines, where\\nthe gorge, like a gateway.\\nOpens a passing rude to the wheels of the emi-\\ngrant s wagon,\\nWestward the Oregon flows and the Walleway\\nand Owyhee.\\nEastward, with devious course, among the\\nWind-river Mountains,\\nThrough the Sweet-water Valley precipitate\\nleaps the Nebraska;\\nAnd to the south, from Fountaine-qui-bout and\\nthe Spanish sierras.\\nFretted with sands and rocks, and swept by\\nthe wind of the desert,\\nNumberless torrents, with ceaseless sound,\\ndescend to the ocean,\\nLike the great chords of a harp, in loud and\\nsolemn vibrations.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "88 EVANGELINE,.\\nSpreading between these streams are the won-\\ndrous, beautiful prairies,\\nBillowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow\\nand sunshine,\\nBright and luxuriant clusters of roses and\\npurple amorphas.\\nOver them wandered the buffalo herds, and the\\nelk and the roebuck\\nOver them wandered the wolves, and herds of\\nriderless horses;\\nFires that blast and blight, and winds that are\\nweary with travel;\\nOver them wander the scattered tribes of Ish-\\nmael s children.\\nStaining the desert with blood and above their\\nterrible war-trails\\nCircles the sails aloft on pinions majestic, the\\nvulture,\\nLike the implacable soul of a chieftain slaugh-\\ntered in battle\\nBy invisible stairs ascending and scaling the\\nheavens.\\nHere and there rise smokes from the camps of\\nthese savage marauders;\\nHere and there rise groves from the margins\\nof swift- running rivers;\\nAnd the grim, taciturn bear, the anchorite\\nmonk of the desert,", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Talk not of wasted affection. Page 59.\\nEvangeline.", "height": "2866", "width": "1793", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 89\\nClimbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots\\nby the brook-side,\\nAnd over all is the sky, the clear and crystal-\\nline heaven.\\nLike the projecting hand of God inverted above\\nthem.\\nInto this wonderful land, at the base of the\\nOzark Mountains,\\nGabriel far had entered, with hunters and\\ntrappers behind him.\\nDay after day, with their Indian guides, the\\nmaiden and Basil\\nFollowed his flying steps, and thought each\\nday to o ertake him.\\nSometimes they saw, or thought they saw, the\\nsmoke of his camp-fire\\nRise in the morning air from the distant plain\\nbut at nightfall.\\nWhen they had reached the place, they found\\nonly embers and ashes.\\nAnd, though their hearts were sad at times\\nand their bodies were weary,\\nHope still guided them on, as the magic Fata\\nMorgana\\nShowed them her lakes of light, that retreated\\nand vanished before them.", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "90 EVANGELINE,\\nOnce, as they sat by their evening fire, there\\nsilently entered\\nInto the little camp an Indian woman, whose\\nfeatures\\nWore deep traces of sorrow, and patience as\\ngreat as her sorrow.\\nShe was a Shawnee woman returning home to\\nher people.\\nFrom the far-off hunting-grounds of the cruel\\nCammanches,\\nWhere her Canadian husband, a Coureur-des-\\nBois, had been murdered.\\nTouched were their hearts at her story, and\\nwarmest and friendliest welcome\\nGave tliey, with words of cheer, and she sat\\nand feasted among them\\nOn the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on\\nthe embers.\\nBut when their meal was done, and Basil and\\nall his companions.\\nWorn with the long day s march and the chase\\nof the deer and the bison.\\nStretched themselves on the ground, and slept\\nwhere the quivering fire-light\\nFlashed on their swarthy cheeks, and their\\nforms wrapped up in their blankets.\\nThen at the door of Evangeline s tent she sat\\nand repeated", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 91\\nSlowly, with soft, low voice, and tlie charm of\\nher Indian accent,\\nAll the tale of her love, with its pleasures, and\\npains, and reverses.\\nMuch Evangeline wept at the tale, and to\\nknow that another\\nHapless heart like her own had loved and had\\nbeen disappointed.\\nMoved to the depths of her soul by pity and\\nwoman s compassion,\\nYet in her sorrow pleased that one who had\\nsuffered was near her.\\nShe in turn related her love and all its disas-\\nters.\\nMute with wonder the Shawnee sat, and when\\nshe had ended\\nStill was mute; but at length, as if a mysteri-\\nous horror\\nPassed through her brain, she spake, and re-\\npeated the tale of the Mowis\\nMowis, the bridegroom of snow, who won and\\nwedded a maiden.\\nBut, when the morning came, arose and passed\\nfrom, the wigwam,\\nFading and melting away and dissolving into\\nthe sunshine.\\nTill she beheld him no more, though she fol-\\nlowed far into the forest.", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "92 EVANGELINE,\\nThen, in those sweet, low tones, that seemed\\nlike a weird incantation,\\nTold she the tale of the fair Lilinau, who was\\nwooed by a phantom.\\nThat, through the pines, o er her father s\\nlodge, in the hush of the twilight.\\nBreathed like the evening wind, and whispered\\nlove to the maiden,\\nTill she followed his green and waving plume\\nthrough the forest,\\nAnd nevermore returned, nor was seen again\\nby her people.\\nSilent with wonder and strange surprise, Evan-\\ngeline listened\\nTo the soft flow of her magical words, till the\\nregion around her\\nSeemed like enchanted ground, and her swar-\\nthy guest the enchantress.\\nSlowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains\\nthe moon rose.\\nLighting the little tent, and with a mysterious\\nsplendor\\nTouching the sombre leaves, and embracing\\nand filling the woodland.\\nWith a delicious sound the brook rushed by,\\nand the branches\\nSwayed and sighed overheard in scarcely audi-\\nble whispers.", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 93\\nFilled with the thoughts of love was Evange-\\nline s heart, but a secret,\\nSubtile sense crept in of pain and indefinite\\nterror.\\nAs the cold, poisonous snake creeps into the\\nnest of the swallow.\\nIt was no earthly fear. A breath from the\\nregion of spirits\\nSeemed to float in the air of night; and she\\nfelt for a moment\\nThat, like the Indian maid, she, too, was pur-\\nsuing a phantom.\\nWith this thought she slept, and the fear and\\nthe phantom had vanished.\\nEarly upon the morrow the march was re-\\nsumed and the Shawnee\\nSaid, as they journeyed along, On the west-\\nern slope of these mountains\\nDwells in his little village the Black Robe\\nchief of the Mission.\\nMuch he teaches the people, and tells them of\\nMary and Jesus;\\nLoud laugh their hearts with joy, and weep\\nwith pain, as they hear him.\\nThen, with a sudden and secret emotion,\\nEvangeline answered.", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "94 EVANGELINE,\\nLet US go to the Mission, for there good tid-\\nings await us!\\nThither they turned their steeds; and behind\\na spur of the mountains,\\nJust as the sun went down, they heard a mur-\\nmur of voices.\\nAnd in a meadow green and broad, by the\\nbank of a river.\\nSaw the tents of the Christians, the tents of\\nthe Jesuit Mission.\\nUnder a towering oak, that stood in the midst\\nof the village.\\nKnelt the Black Robe chief with his children.\\nA crucifix fastened\\nHigh on the trunk of the tree, and overshad-\\nowed by grapevines.\\nLooked with its agonized face on the multitude\\nkneeling beneath it.\\nThis was their rural chapel. Aloft, through\\nthe intricate arches\\nOf its aerial roof, arose the chant of their ves-\\npers,\\nMingling its notes with the soft susurrus and\\nsighs of the branches.\\nSilent, with heads uncovered, the travelers,\\nnearer approaching,\\nKnelt on the swarded floor, and joined in the\\nevening devotions,", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 95\\nBut when the service was done, and the bene-\\ndiction had fallen\\nForth from the hands of the priest, like seed\\nfrom the hands of the sower.\\nSlowly the reverend man advanced to the\\nstrangers, and bade them\\nWelcome; and when they replied, he smiled\\nwith benignant expression,\\nHearing the homelike sounds of his mother-\\ntongue in the forest,\\nAnd, with words of kindness, conducted them\\ninto his wigwam.\\nThere upon mats and skins they reposed, and\\non cakes of the maize-ear\\nFeasted, and slaked their thirst from the\\nwater-gourd of the teacher.\\nSoon was their story told and the priest with\\nsolemnity answered:\\n**Not six suns have risen and set since Gabriel,\\nseated\\nOn this mat by my side, where now the maiden\\nreposes.\\nTold me this same sad tale; then arose and\\ncontinued his journey\\nSoft was the voice of the priest, and he spake\\nwith an accent of kindness;\\nBut on Evangeline s heart fell his words, as in\\nwinter the snow-flakes", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "96 EVANGELINE,\\nFall into some lone nest from which the birds\\nhave departed.\\nFar to the north he has gone, continued the\\npriest; but in autumn,\\nWhen the chase is done, will return again to\\nthe Mission.\\nThen Evangeline said, and her voice was meek\\nand submissive,\\nLet me remain with thee, for my soul is sad\\nand afflicted.\\nSo seemed it wise and well unto all and be-\\ntimes on the morrow.\\nMounting his Mexican steed, with his Indian\\nguides and companions.\\nHomeward Basil returned, and Evangeline\\nstayed at the Mission.\\nSlowly, slowly, slowly the days succeeded\\neach other,\\nDays and weeks and months and the fields of\\nmaize that were springing\\nGreen from the ground when a stranger she\\ncame, now waving above her.\\nLifted their slender shafts, with leaves inter-\\nlacing, and forming\\nCloisters for mendicant crows and granaries\\npillaged by squirrels.", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 97\\nThen in the golden weather the maize was\\nhusked, and the maidens\\nBlushed at each blood-red ear, for that betok-\\nened a lover,\\nBut at the crooked laughed, and called it a\\nthief in the corn-field.\\nEven the blood-red ear to Evangeline brought\\nnot her lover.\\nPatience! the priest would say; have faith,\\nand thy prayer will be answered\\nLook at this vigorous plant that lifts its head\\nfrom the meadow,\\nSee how its leaves are turned to the north, as\\ntrue as the magnet\\nThis is the compass-flower, that the finger of\\nGod has planted\\nHere in the houseless wild, to direct the trav-\\neler s journey\\nOver the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of\\nthe desert.\\nSuch in the soul of man is faith. The blossoms\\nof passion,\\nGay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and\\nfuller of fragrance,\\nBut they beguile us, and lead us astray, and\\ntheir odor is deadly.\\nOnly this humble plant can guide us here, and\\nhereafter\\n7 Eraageline", "height": "2861", "width": "1858", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "98 EVANGELINE,\\nCrown us with asphodel flowers, that are wxt\\nwith the dews of nepenthe.\\nSo came the autumn, and passed, and the\\nwinter, yet Gabriel came not;\\nBlossomed the opening spring, and the notes\\nof the robin and bluebird\\nSounded sweet upon wold and in wood, yet\\nGabriel came not.\\nBut on the breath of the summer winds a\\nrumor was wafted\\nSweeter than song of bird, or hue or odor of\\nblossom.\\nFar to the north and east, it said, in the Michi-\\ngan forests,\\nGabriel had his lodge by the banks of the\\nSaginaw River.\\nAnd, with returning guides, that sought the\\nlakes of St. Lawrence,\\nSaying a sad farewell, Evangeline went from\\nthe Mission.\\nWhen over weary ways, by long and perilous\\nmarches.\\nShe had attained at length the depths of the\\nMichigan forests,\\nFound she the hunter s lodge deserted and fal-\\nlen to ruin", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 99\\nThus did the long sad years glide on, and\\nin seasons and places\\nDivers and distant far was seen the wandering\\nmaiden\\nNow in the Tents of Grace of the meek Mo-\\nravian Missions,\\nNow in the noisy camps and the battle-fields\\nof the army,\\nNow in secluded hamlets, in towns and popu-\\nlous cities.\\nLike a phantom she came, and passed away\\nunremembered.\\nFair was she and young, when in hope began\\nthe long journey\\nFaded was she and old, when in disappoint-\\nment it ended.\\nEach succeeding year stole something away\\nfrom her beauty.\\nLeaving behind it, broader and deeper, the\\ngloom and the shadow.\\nThen there appeared and spread faint streaks\\nof gray o er her forehead.\\nDawn of another life, that broke o er her\\nearthly horizon.\\nAs in the Eastern sky the first faint streaks of\\nthe morning.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0096\u00a0c.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "100 EVANGELINE,\\nV.\\nIn that delightful land which is washed by the\\nDelaware s waters,\\nGuarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn\\nthe apostle,\\nStands on the banks of its beautiful stream the\\ncity he founded.\\nThere all the air is balm, and the peach is the\\nemblem of beauty,\\nAnd the streets still re-echo the names of the\\ntrees of the forest,\\nAs if they fain would appease the Dryads\\nwhose haunts they molested.\\nThere from the troubled sea had Evangeline\\nlanded, an exile.\\nFinding among the children of Penn a home\\nand a country.\\nThere old Rene Leblanc had died and when\\nhe departed,\\nSaw at his side only one of all his hundred de-\\nscendants.\\nSomething at least there was in the friendly\\nstreets of the city,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 101\\nSomething that spake to her heart, and made\\nher no longer a stranger;\\nAnd her ear was pleased with the Thee and\\nThou of the Quakers,\\nFor it recalled the past, the old Acadian\\ncountry.\\nWhere all men were equal, and all were\\nbrothers and sisters.\\nSo, when the fruitless search, the disappointed\\nendeavor.\\nEnded, to recommence no more upon earth,\\nuncomplaining,\\nThither, as leaves to the light, were turned\\nher thoughts and her footsteps.\\nAs from a mountain s top the rainy mists of\\nthe morning\\nRoll away, and afar we behold the landscape\\nbelow us,\\nSun-illumined, with shining rivers and cities\\nand hamlets,\\nSo fell the mists from her mind, and she saw\\nthe world far below her,\\nDark no longer, but all illumined with love\\nand the pathway\\nWhich she had climbed so far, lying smooth\\nand fair in the distance.\\nGabriel was not forgotten. Within her heart\\nwas his image.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "102 EVANGELINE,\\nClothed in the beauty of lovd and youth, as last\\nshe beheld him,\\nOnly more beautiful made by his deathlike\\nsilence and absence.\\nInto her thoughts of him time entered not, for\\nit was not.\\nOver him years had no power; he was not\\nchanged, but transfigured;\\nHe had become to her heart as one who is\\ndead, and not absent\\nPatience and abnegation of self, and devotion\\nto others.\\nThis was a lesson a life of trial and sorrow had\\ntaught her.\\nSo was her love diffused, but, like to some\\nodorous spices,\\nSuffered no waste nor loss, though filling the\\nair with aroma.\\nOther hope had she none, nor wish in life, but\\nto follow\\nMeekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of\\nher Savior.\\nThus many years she lived as a Sister of\\nMercy; frequenting\\nLonely and wretched roofs in the crowded\\nlanes of the city.\\nWhere distress and want concealed themselves\\nfrom the sunlight,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 103\\nWhere disease and sorrow in garrets languished\\nneglected.\\nNight after night, when the world was asleep,\\nas the watchman repeated\\nLoud, through the gusty streets, that all was\\nwell in the city,\\nHigh at some lonely window he saw the light\\nof her taper.\\nDay after day, in the gray of the dawn, as slow\\nthrough the suburbs\\nPlodded the German farmer, with flowers and\\nfruits for the market,\\nMet he that meek, pale face, returning home\\nfrom its watchings.\\nThen it came to pass that a pestilence fell\\non the city.\\nPresaged by wondrous signs, and mostly by\\nflocks of wild pigeons,\\nDarkening the sun in their flight, with naught\\nin their claws but an acorn.\\nAnd, as the tides of the sea arise in the month\\nof September,\\nFlooding some silver stream, till it spreads to\\na lake in the meadow.\\nSo death flooded life, and o erflowing its natu-\\nral margin,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "104 EVANGELINE,\\nSpread to a brackish lake, the silver stream of\\nexistence.\\nWealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to\\ncharm, the oppressor;\\nBut all perished alike beneath the scourge of\\nhis anger\\nOnly, alas the poor, who had neither friends\\nnor attendants,\\nCrept away to die in the almshouse, home of\\nthe homeless.\\nThen in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of\\nmeadows and woodlands;\\nNow the city surrounds it; but still, with its\\ngateway and wicket\\nMeek, in the midst of splendor, its humble\\nwalls seem to echo\\nSoftly the words of the Lord: The poor ye\\nalways have with you.\\nThither, by night and by day, came the Sister\\nof Mercy. The dying\\nLooked up into her face, and thought, indeed,\\nto behold there\\nGleams of celestial light encircle her forehead\\nwith splendor.\\nSuch as the artist paints o er the brows of\\nsaints and apostles.\\nOr such as hangs by night o er a city seen at\\na distance.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 105\\nUnto their eyes it seemed the lamps of the\\ncity celestial,\\nInto whose shining gates ere long their spirits\\nwould enter.\\nThus, on a Sabbath morn, through the\\nstreets deserted and silent,\\nWending her quiet way, she entered the door\\nof the almshouse.\\nSweet on the summer air was the odor of flow-\\ners in the garden\\nAnd she paused on her way to gather the fair-\\nest among them.\\nThat the dying once more might rejoice in\\ntheir fragrance and beauty.\\nThen, as she mounted the stairs to the corri-\\ndors, cooled by the east wind.\\nDistant and soft on her ear fell the chimes\\nfrom the belfry of Christ Church,\\nWhile, intermingled with these, across the\\nmeadows were wafted\\nSounds of psalms, that were sung by the\\nSwedes in their church at Wicace.\\nSoft as descending wings fell the calm of the\\nhour on her spirit\\nSomething within her said, **At length thy\\ntrials are ended;", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "106 EVANGELINE,\\nAnd, with light in her looks, she entered the\\nchambers of sickness.\\nNoiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful\\nattendants,\\nMoistening the feverish lip, and the aching\\nbrow, and in silence\\nClosing the sightless eyes of the dead, and con-\\ncealing their faces,\\nWhere on their pallets they lay, like drifts of\\nsnow by the roadside.\\nMany a languid head, upraised as Evangeline\\nentered,\\nTurned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she\\npassed, for her presence\\nFell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on\\nthe walls of a prison.\\nAnd, as she looked around, she saw how\\nDeath, the consoler,\\nLaying his hand upon many a heart, had\\nhealed it forever.\\nMany familiar forms had disappeared in the\\nnight-time\\nVacant their places were, or filled already by\\nstrangers.\\nSuddenly, as if arrested by fear or a feeling\\nof wonder.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 107\\nStill she stood, with her colorless lips apart,\\nwhile a shudder\\nRan through her frame, and, forgotten, the\\nflowerets dropped from her fingers,\\nAnd from her eyes and cheeks the light and\\nbloom of the morning.\\nThen there escaped from her lips a cry of such\\nterrible anguish.\\nThat the dying heard of it, and started up from\\ntheir pillows.\\nOn the pallet before her was stretched the\\nform of an old man.\\nLong, and thin, and gray were the locks that\\nshaded his temples\\nBut, as he lay in the morning light, his face\\nfor a moment\\nSeemed to assume once more the forms of its\\nearlier manhood\\nSo are wont to be changed the faces of those\\nwho are dying.\\nHot and red on his lips still burned the flush\\nof the fever,\\nAs if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had\\nbesprinkled its portals,\\nThat the Angel of Death might see the sign,\\nand pass over.\\nMotionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his\\nspirit exhausted", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "108 EVANGELINE,\\nSeemed to be sinking down through infinite\\ndepths in the darkness,\\nDarkness of slumber and death, forever sink-\\ning and sinking.\\nThen through those realms of shade, in multi-\\nplied reverberations,\\nHeard he that cry of pain, and through the\\nhush that succeeded\\nWhispered a gentle voice, in accents tender\\nand saint-like,\\nGabriel! O my beloved! and died away into\\nsilence.\\nThen he beheld, in a dream, once more the\\nhome of his childhood\\nGreen Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers\\namong them,\\nVillage, and mountain, and woodlands; and,\\nwalking under their shadow,\\nAs in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose\\nin his vision.\\nTears came to his eyes and as slowly he lifted\\nhis eyelids.\\nVanished the vision away, but Evangeline\\nknelt by his bedside.\\nVainly he strove to whisper her name, for the\\naccents unuttered\\nDied on his lips, and their motion revealed\\nwhat his tongue would have spoken.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. 109\\nVainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline,\\nkneeling beside him.\\nKissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her\\nbosom.\\nSweet was the light of his eyes but it suddenly\\nsank into darkness,\\nAs when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind\\nat a casement.\\nAll was ended now, the hope, and the fear,\\nand the sorrow,\\nAll the aching of heart, the restless, unsatis-\\nfied longing,\\nAll the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish\\nof patience!\\nAnd, as she pressed once more the lifeless\\nhead to her bosom.\\nMeekly she bowed her own, and murmured,\\nFather, I thank thee!\\nStill stands the forest primeval but far away\\nfrom its shadow,\\nSide by side, in their nameless graves, the\\nlovers are sleeping.\\nUnder the humble walls of the little Catholic\\nchurchyard,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "110 EVANGELINE,\\nIn the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and\\nunnoticed.\\nDaily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing\\nbeside them.\\nThousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs\\nare at rest and forever,\\nThousands of aching brains, where theirs no\\nlonger are busy.\\nThousands of toiling hands, where theirs have\\nceased from their labors,\\nThousands of weary feet, where theirs have\\ncompleted their journey\\nStill stands the forest primeval but under\\nthe shade of its branches\\nDwells another race, with other customs and\\nlanguage.\\nOnly along the shore of the mournful and misty\\nAtlantic\\nLinger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers\\nfrom exile\\nWandered back to their native land to die in\\nits bosom.\\nIn the fisherman s cot the wheel and the loom\\nare still busy\\nMaidens still wear their Norman caps and their\\nItirtles of homespun.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF ACADIA. Ill\\nAnd by the evening fire repeat Evangeline s\\nstory,\\nWhile from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced,\\nneighboring ocean\\nSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers\\nthe wail of the forest.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "112 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nSONG OF THE BELL.\\nFROM THE GERMAN.\\nBell thou soundest merrily,\\nWhen the bridal party\\nTo the church doth hie\\nBell thou soundest solemnly,\\nWhen, on Sabbath morning.\\nFields deserted lie\\nBell thou soundest merrily\\nTellest thou at evening\\nBed-time draweth nigh\\nBell thou soundest mournfully\\nTellest thou the bitter\\nParting hath gone by\\nSay! how canst thou mourn?\\nHow canst thou rejoice?\\nThou art but metal dull\\nAnd yet all our sorrowings.\\nAnd all our rejoicings,\\nThou dost feel them all", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 113\\nGod hath wonders many,\\nWhich we cannot fathom\\nPlaced within thy form\\nWhen the heart is sinking,\\nThou alone canst raise it.\\nTrembling in the storm\\n8 Evangeline", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "114 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nTHE CASTLE BY THE SEA.\\nFROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.\\n**Hast thou seen that lordly castle,\\nThat Castle by the Sea?\\nGolden and red above it\\nThe clouds float gorgeously.\\nAnd fain it would stoop downward,\\nTo the mirrored wave below\\nAnd fain it would soar upward\\nIn the evening s crimson glow.\\nWell have I seen that castle,\\nThat Castle by the Sea,\\nAnd the moon above it standing,\\nAnd the mist rise solemnly.\\nThe winds and the waves of ocean,\\nHad they a merry chime?\\nDidst thou hear, from those lofty chambers\\nThe harp and the minstrel s rhyme?\\nThe winds and the waves of ocean.\\nThey rested quietly,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 115\\nBut I heard on the gale a sound of wail,\\nAnd tears came to mine eye.\\nAnd sawest thou on the turrets\\nThe King and his royal bride?\\nAnd the wave of their crimson mantles?\\nAnd the golden crown of pride?\\nLed they not forth, in rapture,\\nA beauteous maiden there?\\nResplendent as the morning sun,\\nBeaming with golden hair?\\nWell saw I the ancient parents,\\nWithout the crown of pride\\nThey were moving slow, in weeds of woe,\\nNo maiden was by their side!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "116 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nTHE BLACK KNIGHT.\\nFROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.\\n*Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,\\nWhen woods and fields put off all sadness,\\nThus began the King and spake:\\n**So from the halls\\nOf ancient Hofburg s walls,\\nA luxuriant Spring shall break.\\nDrums and trumpets echo loudly,\\nWave the crimson banners proudly.\\nFrom balcony the King looked on\\nIn the play of spears.\\nFell all the cavaliers.\\nBefore the monarch s stalwart son.\\nTo the barrier of the fight\\nRode at last a sable Knight,\\nSir Knight your name and scutcheon, say\\nShould I speak it here.\\nYe would stand aghast with fear;\\nI m a Prince of mighty sway!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 117\\nWhen he rode into the lists,\\nThe arch of Heaven grew black with mists\\nAnd the castle gan to rock.\\nAt the first blow,\\nFell the youth from saddle-bow,\\nHardly rises from the shock.\\nPipe and viol call the dances,\\nTorch-light through the high halls glances\\nWaves a mighty shadow in;\\nWith manner bland\\nDoth ask the maiden s hand,\\nDoth with her the dance begin\\nDanced in sable iron sark.\\nDanced a measure weird and dark,\\nColdly clasped her limbs around.\\nFrom breast and hair\\nDown fall from her the fair\\nFlowerets, faded, to the ground.\\nTo the sumptuous banquet came\\nEvery Knight and every Dame.\\nTwixt son and daughter all distraught.\\nWith mournful mind\\nThe ancient King reclined.\\nGazed at them in silent thought.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "118 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nPale the children both did look,\\nBut the guest a breaker took\\nGolden wine will make you whole!\\nThe children drank,\\nGave many a courteous thank\\nO that draught was very cool!\\nEach the father s breast embraces,\\nSon and daughter; and their faces\\nColorless grow utterly.\\nWhichever way\\nLooks the fear-struck father gray,\\nHe beholds his children die.\\nWoe! the blessed children both\\nTakest thou in the joy of youth\\nTake me, too, the joyless father!\\nSpake the grim Guest,\\nFrom his hollow, cavernous breast\\nRoses in the spring I gather!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 119\\nSONG OF THE SILENT LAND.\\nFROM THE GERMAN OF SALIS.\\nInto the Silent Land\\nAh! who shall lead us thither?\\nClouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,\\nAnd shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand.\\nWho leads us with a gentle hand\\nThither, O thither.\\nInto the Silent Land?\\nInto the Silent Land\\nTo you, ye boundless regions\\nOf all perfection! Tender morning- visions\\nOf beauteous souls! The Future s pledge and\\nband!\\nWho in Life s battle firm doth stand,\\nShall bear Hope s tender blossoms\\nInto the Silent Land I\\nO Land! O Land!\\nFor all the broken-hearted\\nThe mildest herald by our fate allotted,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "120 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nBeckons, and with inverted torch doth stand\\nTo lead us with a gentle hand\\nInto the land of the great Departed,\\nInto the Silent Land", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 12i\\nL ENVOI.\\nYe voices, that arose\\nAfter the Evening s close,\\nAnd whispered to my restless heart repose\\nGo, breathe it in the ear\\nOf all who doubt and fear,\\nAnd say to them, Be of good cheer!\\nYe sounds, so low and calm,\\nThat in the groves of balm\\nSeemed to me like an angel s psalm!\\nGo, mingle yet once more\\nWith the perpetual roar\\nOf the pine forest, dark and hoar!\\nTongues of the dead, not lost.\\nBut speaking from death s frost.\\nLike fiery tongues at Pentecost\\nGlimmer, as funeral lamps,\\nAmid the chills and damps\\nOf the vast plain where Death encamps!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "BALLADS\\nAND OTHER POEMS.\\n123", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nThere is one poem in this volume, in refer-\\nence to which a few introductory remarks may\\nbe useful. It is The Children of the Lord s\\nSupper, from the Swedish of Bishop Tegner a\\npoem which enjoys no inconsiderable reputa-\\ntion in the North of Europe, and for its beauty\\nand simplicity merits the attention of English\\nreaders. It is an Idyl, descriptive of scenes in\\na Swedish village; and belongs to the same\\nclass of poems as the Luise of Voss and the\\nHermann und Dorothea of Goethe. But the\\nSwedish Poet has been guided by a surer taste\\nthan his German predecessors. His tone is\\npure and elevated and he rarely, if ever, mis-\\ntakes what is trivial for what is simple.\\nThere is something patriarchal still lingering\\nabout rural life in Sweden, which renders it a\\nfit theme for song. Almost primeval simplicity\\nreigns over that Northern land, almost pri-\\nmeval solitude and stillness. You pass out from\\nthe gate of the city, and, as if by magic, the\\nscene changes to a wild, woodland landscape.\\nAround you are forests of fir. Overhead hang\\n125", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "126 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nthe long, fan-like branches, trailing- with moss,\\nand heavy with red and blue cones. Under\\nfoot is a carpet of yellow leaves and the air is\\nwarm and balmy. On a wooden bridge you\\ncross a little silver stream; and anon come\\nforth into a pleasant and sunny land of farms.\\nWooden fences divide the adjoining fields.\\nAcross the road are gates, which are opened\\nby troops of children. The peasants take off\\ntheir hats as you pass; you sneeze, and they\\ncry, God bless you. The houses in the vil-\\nlages and smaller towns are all built of hewn\\ntimber, and for the most part painted red.\\nThe floors of the taverns are strewn with the\\nfragrant tips of fir boughs. In many villages\\nthere are no taverns, and the peasants take\\nturns in receiving travelers. The thrifty house-\\nwife shows you into the best chamber, the\\nwalls of which are hung round with rude pic-\\ntures from the Bible and brings you her heavy\\nsilver spoons, an heirloom, to dip the curdled\\nmilk from the pan. You have oaten cakes\\nbaked some months before or bread with anise-\\nseed and coriander in it, or perhaps a little\\npine bark.\\nMeanwhile the sturdy husbandman brought\\nhis horses from the plough, and harnessed\\nthem to your carriage. Solitary travelers come", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 127\\nand go in uncouth one-horse chaises. Most of\\nthem have pipes in their mouths, and hanging\\naround their necks in front, a leather wallet,\\nin which they carry tobacco, and the great\\nbank-notes of the country, as large as your two\\nhands. You meet, also, groups of Dalekarlian\\npeasant women, traveling homeward or town-\\nward in pursuit of work. They walk barefoot,\\ncarrying in their hands their shoes, which have\\nhigh heels under the hollow of the foot, and\\nsoles of birch bark.\\nFrequent, too, are the village churches,\\nstanding by the road-side, each in its own lit-\\ntle garden of Gethsemane. In the parish reg-\\nister great events are doubtless recorded.\\nSome old king was christened or buried in\\nthat church and a little sexton, with a rusty\\nkey, shows you the baptismal font, or the cof-\\nfin. In the churchyard are a few flowers, and\\nmuch green grass; and daily the shadow of\\nthe church spire, with its long tapering finger\\ncounts the tombs, representing a dial-plate of\\nhuman life, on which the hours and minutes\\nare the graves of men. The stones are flat,\\nand large, and low, and perhaps sunken, like\\nthe roofs of old houses. On some are armorial\\nbearings; on others only the initials of the\\npoor tenants, with a date, as on the roofs of", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "128 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nDutch cottages. They all sleep with their\\nheads to the westward. Each held a lighted\\ntaper in his hand when he died; and in his\\ncoffin were placed his little heart-treasures,\\nand a piece of money for his last journey.\\nBabes that came lifeless into the world were\\ncarried in the arms of gray-haired old men to\\nthe only cradle they ever slept in and in the\\nshroud of the dead mother were laid the little\\ngarments of the child that lived and died in\\nher bosom. And over this scene the village\\npastor looks from his window in the stillness of\\nmidnight, and says in his heart, How quietly\\nthey rest, all the departed\\nNear the churchyard gates stands a poor-box,\\nfastened to a post by iron bands, and secured\\nby a padlock, with a sloping wooden roof to\\nkeep off the rain. If it be Sunday, the peas-\\nants sit on the church steps and con their\\npsalm-books. Others are coming down the\\nroad with their beloved pastor, who talks to\\nthem of holy things from beneath his broad-\\nbrimmed hat. He speaks of fields and har-\\nvests, and of the parable of the sower, that\\nwent forth to sow. He leads them to the Good\\nShepherd, and to the pleasant pastures of the\\nspirit-land. He is their patriarch, and, like\\nMelchizedek, both priest and king, though he", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 129\\nhas no other throne than the church pulpit.\\nThe women carry psalm-books in their hands,\\nwrapped in silk handkerchiefs, and listen de-\\nvoutly to the good man s words. But the\\nyoung men, like Gallio, care for none of these\\nthings. They are busy counting the plaits in\\nthe kirtles of the peasant girls, their number\\nbeing an indication of the wearer s wealth. It\\nmay end in a wedding.\\nI w411 endeavor to describe a village wedding\\nin Sweden. It shall be in summer time, that\\nthere may be flowers, and in a southern prov-\\nince, that the bridQ may be fair. The early\\nsong of the lark and of chanticleer are mingling\\nin the clear morning air, and the sun, the heav-\\nenly bridegroom with golden locks, arises in\\nthe east, just as our earthly bridegroom with\\nyellow hair arises in the south. In the yard,\\nthere is a sound of voices and trampling of\\nhoofs, and the horses are led forth and saddled.\\nThe steed that is to bear the bridegroom has\\na bunch of flowers upon his forehead, and a\\ngarland of corn-flowers around his neck.\\nFriends from the neighboring farms come rid-\\ning in, their blue cloaks streaming to the\\nwind; and finally the happy bridegroom, with\\na whip in his hand, and monstrous nosegay in\\nthe breast of his black jacket, comes forth\\n9 Evangeline", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "130 LONGFELLOW S P0EM3.\\nfrom his -chamber; and then to horse and\\naway, toward the village where the bride\\nalready sits and waits.\\nForemost rides the Spokesman, followed by\\nsome half-dozen village musicians. Next comes\\nthe bridegroom between his two groomsmen,\\nand then forty or fifty friends and wedding-\\nguests, half of them perhaps with pistols and\\nguns in their hands. A kind of baggage-\\nwagon brings up the rear, laden with food and\\ndrink for these merry pilgrims. At the en-\\ntrance of every village stands a triumphal arch,\\nadorned with flowers and ribbons and ever-\\ngreens; and as they pass beneath it the wed-\\nding guests fire a salute, and the whole proces-\\nsion stops. And straight from every pocket\\nflies a black-jack, filled with punch or brandy.\\nIt is passed from hand to hand among the\\ncrowd provisions are brought from the wagon,\\nand after eating and drinking and hurrahing,\\nthe procession moves forward again, and at\\nlength draws near the house of the bride.\\nFour heralds ride forward to announce that a\\nknight and his attendants are in the neighbor-\\ning forest, and pray for hospitality. How\\nmany are you? asks the bride s father. At\\nleast three hundred, is the answer; and to\\nthis the host replies, Yes; were you seven", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 131\\ntimes as many, you should all be welcome and\\nin token thereof receive this cup. Where-\\nupon each herald receives a can of ale and\\nsoon after the whole jovial company comes\\nstorming into the farmer s yard, and riding\\nround the May-pole, which stands in the cen-\\nter, alights amid a grand salute and flourish of\\nmusic.\\nIn the hall sits the bride, with a crown upon\\nher head and a tear in her eye, like the Virgin\\nMary in old church paintings. She is dressed\\nin red bodice and kirtle, with loose linen sleeves.\\nThere is a gilded belt around her waist and\\naround her neck strings of golden beads, and\\na golden chain. On the crown rests a wreath\\nof wild roses, and below it another of cypress.\\nLoose over her shoulders falls her flaxen hair;\\nand her blue innocent eyes are fixed upon the\\nground. O thou good soul! thou hast hard\\nhands, but a soft heart! Thou art poor. The\\nvery ornaments thou wearest are not thine.\\nThey have been hired for this great day. Yet\\nart thou rich; rich in health, rich in hope, rich\\nin thy first, young, fervent love. The blessing\\nof heaven be upon thee! So thinks the parish\\npriest, as he joins together the hands of bride\\nand bridegroom, saying in deep, solemn tones,\\nI give thee in marriage this damsel, to be", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "132 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nthy wedded wife in all honor, and to share the\\nhalf of thy bed, and thy lock and key, and every\\npenny which you two may possess, or may\\ninherit, and all the rights which Upland s laws\\nprovide, and the holy king Erik gave.\\nThe dinner is now served, and the bride sits\\nbetween the bridegroom and the priest. The\\nSpokesman delivers an oration after the\\nancient custom of his fathers. He interlards\\nit well with quotations from the Bible and\\ninvites the Savior to be present at this marriage\\nfeast, as he was at the marriage feast in Cana\\nof Galilee. The table is not sparingly set\\nforth. Each makes a long arm, and the feast\\ngoes cheerily on. Punch and brandy pass\\nround between the courses, and here and there\\na pipe is smoked, while waiting for the next\\ndish. They sit long at table but, as all things\\nmust have an end, so must a Swedish dinner.\\nThen the dance begins. It is led off by the\\nbride and the priest, who perform a solemn\\nminuet together. Not till after midnight\\ncomes the Last Dance. The girls form a ring\\naround the bride, to keep her from the hands\\nof the married women, who endeavor to break\\nthrough the magic circle, and seize their new\\nsister. After long struggling they succeed;\\nand the crown is taken from her head and the", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 133\\njewels from her neck, and her bodice is un-\\nlaced and her kirtle taken off and like a ves-\\ntal virgin clad all in white she goes, but it is\\nto her marriage chamber, not to her grave and\\nthe wedding guests follow her with lighted can-\\ndles in their hands. And this is a village bridal.\\nNor must I forget the suddenly changing\\nseasons of the Northern clime. There is no\\nlong and lingering spring, unfolding leaf and\\nblossom one by one no long and lingering\\nautumn, pompous with many-colored leaves\\nand the glow of Indian summers. But winter\\nand summer are wonderful, and pass into each\\nother. The quail has hardly ceased piping in\\nthe corn, when winter from the folds of trail-\\ning clouds sows broadcast over the land snow,\\nicicles, and rattling hail. The days wane\\napace. Ere long the sun hardly rises above\\nthe horizon or does not rise at all. The moon\\nand the stars shine through the day only, at\\nnoon, they are pale and wan, and in the south-\\nern sky a red, fiery glow, as of sunset, burns\\nalong the horizon, and then goes out. And\\npleasantly under the silver moon, and under the\\nsilent, solemn stars, ring the steel-shoes of the\\nskaters on the frozen sea, and voices, and the\\nsound of bells.\\nAnd now the Northern Lights begin to", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "134 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nburn, faintly at first, like sunbeams playing in\\nthe waters of the blue sea. Then a soft crimson\\nglow tinges the heavens. There is a blush on\\nthe cheek of night. The colors come and go;\\nand change from crimson to gold, from gold to\\ncrimson. The snow is stained with rosy light.\\nTwofold from the zenith, east and west, flames\\na fiery sword and a broad band passes athwart\\nthe heavens, like a summer sunset. Soft\\npurple clouds come sailing over the sky, and\\nthrough their vapory folds the winking stars\\nshine white as silver. With such pomp as this\\nis Merry Christmas ushered in, though only a\\nsingle star heralded the first Christmas. And\\nin memory of that day the Swedish peasants\\ndance on straw and the peasant girls throw\\nstraws at the timbered roof of the hall, and for\\nevery one that sticks in a crack shall a grooms-\\nman come to their wedding. Merry Christmas,\\nindeed! For pious souls there shall be church\\nsongs and sermons, but for Swedish peasants,\\nbrandy and nut brown ale in wooden bowls;\\nand the great Yule-cake crowned with a\\ncheese, and garlanded with apples, and uphold-\\ning a three- armed candlestick over the Christ-\\nmas feast. They may tell tales, too, of Jons", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 135\\nLundsbracka, and Lunkenfus, and the great\\nRiddar Finke of Pingsdaga.*\\nAnd now the glad, leafy midsummer, full of\\nblossoms and the song of of nightingales, is\\ncome Saint John has taken the flowers and\\nfestival of heathen Balder; and in every village\\nthere is a May-pole fifty feet high, with wreaths\\nand roses and ribbons streaming in the wind,\\nand a noisy weathercock on top to tell the vil-\\nlage whence the wind cometh and whither it\\ngoeth. The sun does not set till ten o clock at\\nnight; and the children are at play in the\\nstreets an hour later. The windows and doors\\nare all open, and you may sit and read till\\nmidnight without a candle. O how beautiful\\nis the summer night, which is not night, but a\\nsunless yet unclouded day, descending upon\\nearth with dews, and shadows, and refreshing\\ncoolness How beautiful the long, mild twi-\\nlight, which like a silver clasp unites to-day\\nwith yesterday! How beautiful the silent hour,\\nwhen Morning and Evening thus sit together,\\nhand in hand, beneath the starless sky of mid-\\nnight! From the church- tower in the public\\nsquare the bell tolls the hour, with a soft,\\nmusical chime; and the watchman, whos\\nwatch-tower is the belfry, blows a blast in his\\nTitles of Swedish popular tales.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "136 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nhorn, for each stroke of the hammer, and four\\ntimes, to the four corners of the heavens, in a\\nsonorous voice he chaunts,\\nHo! watchman, ho!\\nTwelve is the clock\\nGod keep our town\\nFrom fire and brand\\nAnd hostile band\\nTwelve is the clock!\\nFrom his swallow s nest in the belfry he can\\nsee the sun all night long and farther north\\nthe priest stands at his door in the warm mid-\\nnight, and lights his pipe with a common burn-\\ning glass.\\nI trust that these remarks will not be deemed\\nirrelevant to the poem, but will lead to a clearer\\nunderstanding of it. The translation is literal,\\nperhaps to a fault. In no instance have I done\\nthe author a wrong, by introducing into his\\nwork any supposed improvements or embellish-\\nments of my own. I have preserved even the\\nmeasure that inexorable hexameter, in which,\\nit must be confessed, the motions of the Eng-\\nlish Muse are not unlike those of a prisoner\\ndancing to the music of his chains and per-\\nhaps, as Dr. Jonson said of the dancing dog,\\nthe wonder is not that she should do it so\\nwell, but that she should do it at all.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "At the door of Evangeline s tent she sat. Page 90.\\nEvangeline.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 137\\nEsaias Tegner, the author of this poem, was\\nborn in the parish of By in Warmland, in the\\nyear 1782. In 1799 he entered the University\\nof Lund, as a student; and in 181 2 was ap-\\npointed Professor of Greek in that institution.\\nIn 1824 he became Bishop of Wexio, which office\\nhe still holds. He stands first among all the\\npoets of Sweden, living or dead. His principal\\nwork is Frithiof s Saga one of the most remark-\\nable poems of the age. This modern Scald\\nhas written his name in immortal runes. He\\nis the glory and boast of Sweden a prophet,\\nhonored in his own country, and adding one\\nmore to the list of great names that adorn her\\nhistory.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "138 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nTHE SKELETON IN ARMOR.\\n[The following Ballad was suggested to me while\\nriding on the seashore at Newport. A year or two\\nprevious a skeleton had been dug up at Fall River, clad\\nin broken and corroded armor and the idea occurred\\nto me of connecting it with the Round Tower at New-\\nport, generally known hitherto as the Old Wind-Mill,\\nthough now claimed by the Danes as a work of their\\nearly ancestors. Professor Rafn, in the Memoires de\\nla Societe Royale des Antiquaires du Nord, for 1838-\\n1839, says:\\nThere is no mistaking in this instance the style in\\nwhich the more ancient stone edifices of the North\\nwere constructed, the style which belongs to the Ro-\\nman, or Ante-Gothic architecture, and which, espe-\\ncially, after the time of Charlemagne, diffused itself\\nfrom Italy over the whole of the West and the North of\\nEurope, where it continued to predominate until the\\nclose of the twelfth century; that style, which some\\nauthors, have from one of its most striking characteris-\\ntics, called the round arch style, the same which in Eng-\\nland is denominated Saxon and sometimes Norman\\narchitecture.\\nOn the ancient structure in Newport there are no\\nornaments remaining, which might possibly have served\\nto guide us in assigning the probable date of its erection.\\nThat no vestige whatever is found of the pointed arch\\nnor any approximation to it, is indicative of an earlier", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 139\\nrather than of a later period. From such characteristics\\nas remain, however, we can scarcely form any other in-\\nference than one, in which I am persuaded that all, who\\nare familiar with Old-Northern architecture, will con-\\ncur, that this building was erected at a period decidedly\\nnot later than the twelfth century. This remark ap-\\nplies, of course, to the original building only, and not to\\nthe alterations that it subsequently received for there\\nare several such alterations in the upper part of the\\nbuilding which cannot be mistaken, and which were\\nmost likely occasioned by its being adapted in modern\\ntimes to various uses, for example, as the substructure\\nof a wind-mill, and latterly as a hay magazine. To the\\nsame times may be referred the windows, the fireplace,\\nand the apertures made above the columns. That this\\nbuilding could not have been erected for a wind-mill, is\\nwhat an architect will easily discern.\\nI will not enter into a discussion of the point. It is\\nsufficiently well established for the purpose of a ballad;\\nthough doubtless many an honest citizen of Newport,\\nwho has passed his days within sight of the Round\\nTower, will be ready to exclaim with Sancho, God bless\\nme did I not warn you to have a care of what you\\nwere doing, for that it was nothing but a wind-mill and\\nnobody could mistake it, but one who had the like in\\nhis head.\\nSpeak! speak! thou fearful guest!\\nWho, with thy hollow breast\\nStill in rude armor drest,\\nComest to daunt me\\nWrapt not in Eastern balms,\\nBut with thy fleshless palms", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "140 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nStretched, as if asking alms,\\nWhy dost thou haunt me?\\nThen, from those cavernous eyes\\nPale flashes seemed to rise,\\nAs when the Northern skies\\nGleam in December;\\nAnd, like the water s flow\\nUnder December s snow,\\nCame a dull voice of woe\\nFrom the heart s chamber.\\nI was a Viking old!\\nMy deeds, though manifold,\\nNo Skald in song has told.\\nNo Saga taught thee!\\nTake heed, that in thy verse\\nThou dost the tale rehearse,\\nElse dread a dead man s curse!\\nFor this I sought thee.\\nFar in the Northern Land,\\nBy the wild Baltic s strand,\\nI, with my childish hand.\\nTamed the ger- falcon;\\nAnd, with my skates fast-bound,\\nSkimmed the half-frozen Sound,\\nThat the poor whimpering hound\\nTrembled to walk on.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 141\\nOft to his frozen lair\\nTracked I the grisly bear,\\nWhile from my path the hare\\nFled like a shadow\\nOft through the forest dark\\nFollowed the were- wolf s bark,\\nUntil the soaring lark\\nSang from the meadow.\\nBut when I older grew.\\nJoining a corsair s crew,\\nO er the dark sea I flew\\nWith the marauders.\\nWild was the life we led\\nMany the souls that sped,\\nMany the hearts that bled.\\nBy our stern orders.\\nMany a wassail-bout\\nWore the long Winter out\\nOften our midnight shout\\nSet the cocks crowing.\\nAs we the Berserk s tale\\nMeasured in cups of ale.\\nDraining the oaken pail.\\nFilled to o erflowing.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "142 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nOnce as I told in glee\\nTales of the stormy sea,\\nSoft eyes did gaze on me,\\nBurning yet tender;\\nAnd as the white stars shine\\nOn the dark Norway pine.\\nOn that dark heart of mine\\nFell their soft splendor.\\nI wooed the blue-eyed maid,\\nYielding, yet half afraid.\\nAnd in the forest s shade\\nOur vows were plighted.\\nUnder its loosened vest\\nFluttered her little breast,\\nLike birds within their nest\\nBy the hawk frighted.\\nBright in her father s hall\\nShields gleamed upon the wall,\\nLoud sang the minstrels all,\\nChaunting his glory\\nWhen of old Hildebrand\\nI asked his daughter s hand,\\nMute did the minstrels stand\\nTo hear my story.\\nWhile the brown ale he quaffed,\\nLoud then the champion laughed,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 143\\nAnd as the wind-gusts waft\\nThe sea-foam brightly,\\nSo the loud laugh of scorn,\\nOut of those lips unshorn,\\nFrom the deep drinking-horn\\nBlew the foam lightly.\\nShe was a Prince s child,\\nI but a Viking wild.\\nAnd though she blushed and smiled,\\nI was discarded\\nShould not the dove so white\\nFollow the sea-mew s flight.\\nWhy did they leave that night\\nHer nest unguarded?\\nScarce had I put to sea,\\nBearing the maid with me,\\nFairest of all was she\\nAmong the Norsemen!\\nWhen on the white sea-strand.\\nWaving his armed hand,\\nSaw we old Hildebrand,\\nWith twenty horsemen.\\nThen launched they to the blast,\\nBent like a reed each mast.\\nYet we were gaining fast,\\nWhen the wind failed us:", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "144 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nAnd with a sudden flaw\\nCame round the gusty Skaw,\\nSo that our foe we saw\\nLaugh as he hailed us.\\nAnd as to catch the gale\\nRound veered the flapping sail,\\nDeath! was the helmsman s hail,\\nDeath without quarter!\\nMid-ships with iron keel\\nStruck we her ribs of steel\\nDown her black hulk did reel\\nThrough the black water!\\nAs with his wings aslant,\\nSails the fierce cormorant,\\nSeeking some rocky haunt.\\nWith his prey laden,\\nSo toward the open main.\\nBeating to sea again.\\nThrough the wild hurricane,\\nBore I the maiden.\\nThree weeks we westward bore,\\nAnd when the storm was o er.\\nCloud-like we saw the shore\\nStretching to lee-ward", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 145\\nThere for my lady s bower\\nBuilt I the lofty tower,\\nWhich, to this very hour,\\nStands looking sea-ward.\\nThere lived we many years;\\nTime dried the maiden s tears;\\nShe had forgot her fears,\\nShe was a mother;\\nDeath closed her mild blue eyes,\\nUnder that tower she lies\\nNe er shall the sun arise\\nOn such another!\\nStill grew my bosom then.\\nStill as a stagnant fen\\nHateful to me were men,\\nThe sunlight hateful\\nIn the vast forest here,\\nClad in my warlike gear,\\nFell I upon my spear,\\nO, death was grateful\\nThus, seamed with many scars,\\nBursting these prison bars,\\nUp to its native stars\\nMy soul ascended\\n10 Evangeline", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "146 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nThere from the flowing bowl\\nDeep drinks the warrior s soul,\\nSkoal! to the Northland! Skoal!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Thus the tale ended.\\n*In Scandinavia this is the customary salutation when drink-\\ning a health. I have slightly changed the orthography of the\\nword, in order to preserve the correct pronunciation.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 147\\nTHE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.\\nIt was the schooner Hesperus,\\nThat sailed the wintry sea;\\nAnd the skipper had taken his little daughter,\\nTo bear him company.\\nBlue were her eyes as the fairy- flax.\\nHer cheeks like the dawn of day,\\nAnd her bosom white as the hawthorne buds,\\nThat ope in the month of May.\\nThe skipper he stood beside the helm,\\nWith his pipe in his mouth,\\nAnd watched how the veering flaw did blow\\nThe smoke now West, now South.\\nThen up and spake an old Sailor,\\nHad sailed the Spanish Main,\\nI pray thee, put into yonder port.\\nFor I fear a hurricane.\\nLast night, the moon had a golden ring.\\nAnd to-night no moon we see!\\nThe skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe.\\nAnd a scornful laugh laughed he.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "148 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nColder and louder blew the wind,\\nA gale from the Northeast\\nThe snow fell hissing in the brine,\\nAnd the billows frothed like yeast.\\nDown came the storm, and smote amain,\\nThe vessel in its strength\\nShe shuddered and paused, like a frighted\\nsteed,\\nThen leaped her cable s length.\\nCome hither! come hither! my little daughter,\\nAnd do not tremble so\\nFor I can weather the roughest gale,\\nThat ever wind did blow.\\nHe wrapped her warm in his seaman s coat\\nAgainst the stinging blast\\nHe cut a rope from a broken spar.\\nAnd bound her to the mast.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*0 father! I hear the church-bells ring,\\nO say, what may it be?\\nTis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!\\nAnd he steered for the open sea.\\n**0 father! I hear the sound of guns,\\nO say, what may it be?\\n**Some ship in distress, that cannot live\\nIn such an angry sea!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 149\\n0 father! I see a gleaming light,\\nO say, what may it be?\\nBut the father answered never a word,\\nA frozen corpse v/as he.\\nLashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,\\nWith his face to the skies,\\nThe lantern gleamed through the gleaming\\nsnow\\nOn his fixed and glassy eyes.\\nThe maiden clasped her hands and prayed\\nThat saved she might be\\nAnd she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave\\nOn the Lake of Galilee.\\nAnd fast through the midnight dark and drear.\\nThrough the whistling sleet and snow,\\nLike a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept\\nTowards the reef of Norman s Woe,\\nAnd ever the fitful gusts between\\nA sound came from the land;\\nIt was the sound of the trampling surf.\\nOn the rocks and the hard sea-sand.\\nThe breakers were right beneath her bows,\\nShe drifted a dreary wreck,\\nAnd a whooping billow swept the crew\\nLike icicles from her deck.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "150 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nShe struck where the white and fleec}^ waves\\nLooked soft as carded wool,\\nBut the cruel rocks, they gored her side V\\nLike the horns of an angry bull.\\nHer rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,\\nWith the masts went by the board\\nLike a vessel of glass, she strove and sank\\nHo! Ho! the breakers roared!\\nAt daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,\\nA fisherman stood aghast,\\nTo see the form of a maiden fair,\\nLashed close to a drifting mast.\\nThe salt sea was frozen on her breast,\\nThe salt tears in her eyes;\\nAnd he saw her hair, like the brown sea weed\\nOn the billows fall and rise.\\nSuch was the wreck of the Hesperus,\\nIn the midnight and the snow!\\nChrist save us all from a death like this,\\nOn the reef of Norman s Woe!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 151\\nTHE LUCK OF EDENHALL.\\nFROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.\\n[The tradition, upon which this ballad is founded, and\\nthe shards of the Luck of Edenhall, still exist in Eng-\\nland. The goblet is in the possession of Sir Christopher\\nMusgrave, Bart. of Eden Hall, Cumberland and is not\\nso entirely shattered, as the ballad leaves it.]\\nOf Edenhall, the youthful Lord\\nBids sound the festal trumpet s call:\\nHe rises at the banquet board,\\nAnd cries, mid the drunken revelers all,\\nNow bring me the Luck of Edenhall!\\nThe butler hears the words with pain,\\nThe house s oldest seneschal,\\nTakes slow from its silken cloth again\\nThe drinking glass of crystal tall\\nThey call it the Luck of Edenhall.\\nThen said the Lord: This glass to praise.\\nFill with red wine from Portugal\\nThe gray-beard with trembling hand obeys;\\nA purple light shines over all.\\nIt beams from the Luck of Edenhall.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "152 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nThen speaks the Lord, and waves it light,\\nThis glass of flashing crystal tall\\nGave to my sires the Fountain- Sprite;\\nShe wrote in it: If this glass doth fall\\nFarewell then, O Luck of Edenhall\\nTwas right a goblet the Fate should be\\nOf the joyous race of Edenhall\\nDeep draughts drink we right willingly;\\nAnd willingly ring, with merry call,\\nKling! klang! to the Luck of Edenhall!\\nFirst rings it deep, and full, and mild,\\nLike to the song of a nightingale\\nThen like the roar of a torrent wild\\nThen mutters at last like the thunder s fall,\\nThe glorious Luck of Edenhall.\\nFor its keeper takes a race of might.\\nThe fragile goblet of crystal tall\\nIt has lasted longer than is right\\nKling klang with a harder blow than all\\nWill I try the Luck of Edenhall!\\nAs the goblet ringing flies apart,\\nSuddenly cracks the vaulted hall\\nAnd through the rift, the wild flames start;\\nThe guests in dust are scattered all,\\nWith the breaking Luck of Edenhall", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. i5S\\nIn storms the foe, with fire and sword\\nHe in the night had scaled the wall,\\nSlain by the sword lies the youthful Lord,\\nBut holds in his hand the crystal tall,\\nThe shattered Luck of Edenhall.\\nOn the morrow the butler gropes alone,\\nThe gray-beard in the desert hall,\\nHe seeks his Lord s burnt skeleton\\nHe seeks in the dismal ruin s fall\\nThe shards of the Luck of Edenhall.\\nThe stone wall, saith he, doth fall aside,\\nDown must the stately columns fall\\nGlass is this earth s Luck and Pride;\\nIn atoms shall fall this earthly ball\\nOne day like the Luck of Edenhall!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "154 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nTHE ELECTED KNIGHT.\\nFROM THE DANISH.\\n[The following strange and somewhat mystical ballad\\nis from Nyerup and Rahbek s Danske Viser of the\\nMiddle Ages. It seems to refer to the first preaching\\nof Christianity in the North, and to the institution of\\nKnight-Errantry. The three maidens I suppose to be\\nFaith, Hope, and Charity. The irregularities of the\\noriginal have been carefully preserved in the transla-\\ntion.\\nSir Oluf he rideth over the plain,\\nFull seven miles broad and seven miles\\nwide,\\nBut never, ah never can meet with the man\\nA tilt with him dare ride.\\nHe saw under the hill-side\\nA Knight full well equipped\\nHis steed was black, his helm was barred;\\nHe was riding at full speed.\\nHe wore upon his spurs\\nTwelve little golden birds\\nAnon he spurred his steed with a clang,\\nAnd there sat all the birds and sang.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 155\\nHe wore upon his mail\\nTwelve little golden wheels;\\nAnon in eddies the wild wind blew,\\nAnd round and round the wheels they flew.\\nHe wore before his breast\\nA lance that was poised in rest\\nAnd it was sharper than diamond-stone.\\nIt made Sir Oluf s heart to groan.\\nHe wore upon his helm\\nA wreath of ruddy gold\\nAnd that gave him the Maidens Three,\\nThe youngest was fair to behold.\\nSir Oluf questioned the Knight eftsoon\\nIf he were come from heaven down\\n**Art thou Christ of Heaven, quoth he,\\nSo will I yield me unto thee.\\nI am not Christ the Great,\\nThou shalt not yield thee yet;\\nI am an Unknown Knight,\\nThree modest Maidens have me bedight.\\nArt thou a Knight elected.\\nAnd have three Maidens thee bedight,\\nSo shalt thou ride a tilt this day.\\nFor all the Maidens honor!", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "156 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nThe first tilt they together rode,\\nThey put their steeds to the test\\nThe second tilt they tog-ether rode,\\nThey proved their manhood best.\\nThe third tilt they together rode,\\nNeither of them would yield;\\nThe fourth tilt they together rode,\\nThey both fell on the field.\\nNow lie the lords upon the plain.\\nAnd their blood runs unto death\\nNow sit the Maidens in the high tower,\\nThe youngest sorrows till death.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 157\\nTHE CHILDREN OF THE LORD S\\nSUPPER.\\nFROM THE SWEDISH OF BISHOP TEGNOR.\\nPentecost, day of rejoicing, had come. The\\nchurch of the village\\nStood gleaming white in the morning s sheen.\\nOn the spire of the belfry.\\nTipped with a vane of metal, the friendly\\nflames of the Spring-sun\\nGlanced like the tongues of fire, beheld by\\nApostles aforetime.\\nClear was the heaven and blue, and May, with\\nher cap crowned with roses.\\nStood in her holiday dress in the fields, and\\nthe wind and the brooklet\\nMurmured gladness and peace, God s-peace!\\nWith lips rosy-tinted\\nWhispered the race of the flowers, and merry\\non balancing branches\\nBirds were singing their carol, a jubilant\\nhymn to the Highest.\\nSwept and clean was the churchyard. Adorned\\nlike a leaf- woven arbor", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "168 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nStood its old-fashioned gate and within upon\\neach cross of iron\\nHung was a sweet-scented garland, new\\ntwined by the hands of affection.\\nEven the dial, that stood on a fountain among\\nthe departed\\n(There full a hundred years had it stood), was\\nembellished with blossoms.\\nLike to the patriarch hoary, the sage of his\\nkith and the hamlet.\\nWho on his birthday is crowned by children and\\nchildren s children.\\nSo stood the ancient prophet, and mute with\\npencil of iron\\nMarked on the table of stone, and measured the\\nswift-changing moment,\\nWhile all around at his feet, an eternity slum-\\nbered in quiet.\\nAlso the church within was adorned, for this\\nwas the season\\nIn which the young, their parent s hope, and\\nthe loved-ones of heaven,\\nShould at the foot of the altar renew the vows\\nof their baptism.\\nTherefore each nook and corner was swept and\\ncleaned, and the dust was\\nBlown from the walls and ceiling, and from\\nthe oil-painted benches.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 159\\nThere stood the church like a garden; the\\nFeast of the Leafy Pavilions*\\nSaw we in living presentment. From noble\\narms on the church wall\\nGrew forth a cluster of leaves, and the preach-\\ner s pulpit of oak-wood\\nBudded once more anev/, as aforetime the rod\\nbefore Aaron.\\nWreathed thereon was the Bible with leaves,\\nand the dove, washed with silver,\\nUnder its canopy fastened, a necklace had on\\nof wind-flowers.\\nBut in front of the choir, round the altar-piece\\npainted by Horberg,f\\nCrept a garland gigantic; and bright-curling\\ntresses of angels\\nPeeped, like the sun from a cloud, out of the\\nshadowy leaf- work.\\nLikewise the lustre of brass, new-polished,\\nblinked from the ceiling,\\nAnd for lights there were lilies of Pentecost\\nset in the sockets.\\nLoud rang the bells already; the thronging\\ncrowd was assembled\\nFar from valleys and hills, to list to the holy\\npreaching.\\n*The Feast of the Tabernacles; in Swedish L5ikyddoh5g-\\ntiden, the Leaf-huts -high-tide.\\nfThe peasant-painter of Sweden. He is known chiefly by his\\naltar-pieces in the village churches.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "160 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nHark then roll forth at once the mighty tones\\nfrom the organ,\\nHover like voices from God, aloft like invisible\\nspirits.\\nLike as Elias in heaven, when he cast off from\\nhim his mantle,\\nEven so cast off the soul its garments of earth\\nand with one voice\\nChimed in the congregation, and sang an an-\\nthem immortal\\nOf the sublime Wallin,* of David s harp in the\\nNorth-land\\nTuned to the choral of Luther the song on its\\npowerful pinions\\nTook every living soul, and lifted it gently to\\nheaven,\\nAnd every face did shine like the Holy One s\\nface upon Tabor.\\nLo! there entered then into the church the\\nReverend Teacher.\\nFather he hight and he was in the parish a\\nchristianly plainness\\nClothed from his head to his feet the old man\\nof seventy winters.\\nPriendly was he to behold, and glad as the\\nheralding angel\\n*A distinguished pulpit-orator and poet. He is particularly\\nremarkable for the beauty and sublimity of his psalms.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 161\\nWalked he among the crowds, but still a con-\\ntemplative grandeur\\nLay on his forehead as clear, as on a moss-cov-\\nered grave-stone a sunbeam.\\nAs in his inspiration (an evening twilight that\\nfaintly\\nGleams in the human soul, even now, from the\\nday of creation)\\nTh Artist, the friend of heaven, imagines Saint\\nJohn when in Patmos;\\nGrey, with his eyes uplifted to heaven, so\\nseemed then the old man;\\nSuch was the glance of his eye, and such were\\nhis tresses of silver.\\nAll the congregation arose in the pews that\\nwere numbered.\\nBut with a cordial look, to the right and the left\\nhand, the old man\\nNodding all hail and peace, disappeared in the\\ninnermost chancel.\\nSimply and solemnly now proceeded the\\nChristian service.\\nSinging and prayer, and at last an ardent dis-\\ncourse from the old man.\\nMany a moving word and warning, that out of\\nthe heart came,\\n11 E /iingeline", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "162 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nFell like the dew of the morning, like manna\\non those in the desert.\\nAfterward, when all w^as finished, the Teacher\\nre-entered the chancel,\\nFollowed therein by the young. On the right-\\nhand the boys had their places.\\nDelicate figures, with close-curling hair and\\ncheeks rosy-blooming.\\nBut on the left-hand of these, there stood the\\ntremulous lilies,\\nTinged with the blushing light of the morning\\nthe diffident maidens,\\nFolding their hands in prayer, and their eyes\\ncast down on the pavement.\\nNow came, with question and answer, the cate-\\nchism. In the beginning\\nAnswered the children with troubled and falter-\\ning voice, but the old man s\\nGlances of kindness encouraged them soon, and\\nthe doctrines eternal\\nFlowed, like the w^aters of fountains, so clear\\nfrom lips unpolluted.\\nWhene er the answer was closed, and as oft as\\nthey named the Redeemer,\\nLowly louted the boys, and lowly the maidens\\nall courtesied.\\nFriendly the Teacher stood, like an angel of\\nlight there among them.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 163\\nAnd to the children explained he the holy, the\\nhighest, in few words,\\nThorough, yet simple and clear, for sublimity\\nalways is simple,\\nBoth in sermon and song a child can seize on\\nits meaning.\\nEven as the green-growing bud is unfolded\\nwhen Spring-tide approaches\\nLeaf by leaf is developed, and, warmed by the\\nradiant sunshine.\\nBlushes with purple and gold, till at last the\\nperfected blossom\\nOpens its odorous chalice, and rocks with its\\ncrown in the breezes.\\nSo was unfolded here the Christian lore of sal-\\nvation.\\nLine by line from the soul of childhood. The\\nfathers and mothers\\nStood behind them in tears, and were glad at\\neach well-worded answer.\\nNow went the old man up to the altar;\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nstraightway transfigured\\n(So did it seem unto me) was then the affec-\\ntionate Teacher,\\nLike the Lord s Prophet sublime, and awful as\\nDeath and as Judgment", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "164 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nStood he, the God-commissioned, the soul-\\nsearcher, earthward descending,\\nGlances, sharp as a sword, into hearts, that to\\nhim were transparent\\nShot he; his voice was deep, was low like the\\nthunder afar off.\\nSo on a sudden transfigured he stood there he\\nspake and he questioned.\\nThis is the faith of the Fathers, the faith\\nthe Apostles delivered,\\nThis is moreover the faith whereunto I bap-\\ntized you, while still ye\\nLay on your mothers breasts, and nearer the\\nportals of heaven.\\nvSl Limbering received you then the Holy Church\\nin its bosom\\nVv akened from sleep are ye now, and the light\\nin its radiant splendor\\nRains from the heaven downward to-day on\\nthe threshold of childhood\\nKindly she frees you again, to examine and\\nmake your election,\\nFor she knows nought of compulsion, only con-\\nviction desireth.\\nThis is the hour of your trial, the turning-point\\nof existence,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 165\\nSeed for the coming days without revocation\\ndeparteth,\\nNow from your lips the confession Bethink ye,\\nbefore ye make answer!\\nThink not, O think not with guile to deceive\\nthe questioning Teacher.\\nSharp is his eye to-day, and a curse ever rests\\nupon falsehood.\\nEnter not with a lie on Life s journey; the\\nmultitude hears you,\\nBrothers and sisters and parents, what dear\\nupon earth is and holy\\nStandeth before your sight as a witness the\\nJudge everlasting\\nLooks from the sun down upon you, and angels\\nin waiting beside him\\nGrave your confession in letters of fire, upon\\ntablets eternal\\nThus then, believe ye in God, in the Father\\nwho this world created?\\nHim who redeemed it, the Son, and the Spirit\\nwhere both are united?\\nWill ye promise me here (a holy promise to\\ncherish\\nGod more than all things earthly, and every\\nman as a brother?\\nWill ye promise me here, to confirm your faith\\nby your living,\\n12 Evangeline", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "166 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nTh heavenly faith of affection! to hope, to\\nforgive, and to suffer,\\nBe what it may your condition, and walk before\\nGod in uprightness?\\nWill ye promise me this before God and man?\\nWith a clear voice\\nAnswered the young men Yes! and Yes! with\\nlips softly-breathing\\nAnswered the maidens eke. Then dissolved\\nfrom the brow of the Teacher\\nClouds with the thunders therein, and he spake\\non in accents more gentle.\\nSoft as the evening s breath, as harps by Baby-\\nlon s rivers.\\nHail, then, hail to you all To the heirdom\\nof heaven be ye welcome\\nChildren no more from this day, but by cove-\\nnant brothers and sisters\\nYet, for what reason not children? Of such\\nis the kingdom of heaven.\\nHere upon earth as assemblage of children, in\\nheaven one father,\\nRuling them as his own household, forgiving\\nin turn and chastising,\\nThat is of human life a picture, as Scripture\\nhas taught us.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 167\\nBlessed are the pure before God Upon purity\\nand upon virtue\\nResteth the Christian Faith she herself from\\non high is descended.\\nStrong as a man and pure as a child, is the sum\\nof the doctrine,\\nWhich the Godlike delivered, and on the cross\\nsuffered and died for.\\nO! as ye wander this day from childhood s\\nsacred asylum\\nDownward and ever downward, and deeper in\\nAge s chill valley,\\nO! hov7 soon will ye come, too soon! and\\nlong to turn backward\\nUp to its hill-tops again, to the sun-illumined,\\nwhere Judgment\\nStood like a father before you, and Pardon,\\nclad like a mother.\\nGave you her hand to kiss, and the loving heart\\nwas forgiven,\\nLife w^as a play and your hands grasped after\\nthe roses of heaven!\\nSeventy years have I lived already; the Father\\neternal\\nGave to me gladness and care but the liveliest\\nhours of existence.\\nWhen I have steadfastly gazed in their eyes, I\\nhave instantly known them,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "168 LONGFELLOW S POEMS,\\nKnown them all, all again; they were my\\nchildhood s acquaintance.\\nTherefore take from henceforth, as guides in\\nthe paths of existence.\\nPrayer, with her eyes raised to heaven, and\\nInnocence, bride of man s childhood.\\nInnocence, child beloved, is a guest from the\\nworld of the blessed,\\nBeautiful, and in her hand a lily on life s roar-\\ning billows\\nSwings she in safety, she heeded them not, in\\nthe ship she was sleeping.\\nCalmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men\\nin the desert\\nAngels descend and minister unto her; she\\nherself knoweth\\nNaught of her glorious attendance but follows\\nfaithful and humble.\\nFollows so long as she may her friend O do\\nnot reject her,\\nFor she cometh from God and she holdeth the\\nkeys of the heavens.\\nPrayer is Innocence friend; and willingly\\nflieth incessant\\nTwixt the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon\\nof heaven.\\nSon of Eternity, fettered in Time, and an\\nexile, the Spirit", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 169\\nTugs at his chains evermore, and straggles like\\nflames ever upward.\\nStill he recalls with emotion his father s mani-\\nfold mansions.\\nThinks of the land of his fathers, where blos-\\nsomed more freshly the flowers,\\nShone a more beautiful sun, and he played\\nwith the winged angels.\\nThen grows the earth too narrow, too close and\\nhomesick for heaven\\nLongs the wanderer again; and the Spirit s\\nlongings are worship;\\nWorship is called his most beautiful hour, and\\nits tongue is entreaty\\nAh! when the infinite burden of life descend-\\neth upon us.\\nCrushes to earth our hope, and, under the\\nearth, in the grave-yard,\\nThen it is good to pray unto God for his sor-\\nrowing children\\nTurns he ne er from his door, but he heals and\\nhelps and consoles them.\\nYet it is better to pray when all things are\\nprosperous with us.\\nPray in fortunate days, for life s most beautiful\\nFortune\\nKneels down before the Eternal s throne; and,\\nwith hands interfolded,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "170 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nPraises thankful and moved the only Giver of\\nblessings.\\nOr do ye know, ye children, one blessing that\\ncomes not from Heaven?\\nWhat was mankind forsooth, the poor that it\\nhas not received?\\nTherefore, fall in the dust and pray! The\\nseraphs adoring\\nCover with pinions six their face in the glory\\nof him who\\nHung his masonry pendant on naught, when\\nthe world he created.\\nEarth declareth his might, and the firmament\\nuttereth his glory.\\nRaces blossom and die, and stars fall down-\\nward from heaven,\\nDownward like withered leaves; at the last\\nstroke of midnight, millenniums\\nLay themselves down at his feet, and he sees\\nthem, but counts them as nothing.\\nWho shall stand in his presence? The wrath\\nof the Judge is terrific.\\nCasting the insolent down at a glance. When\\nhe speaks in his anger\\nHillocks skip like the kid, and the mountains\\nleap like the roe-buck.\\nYet, why are ye afraid, ye children? This\\nawful avenger,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 171\\nAh! is a merciful God! God s voice was not\\nin the earthquake,\\nNot in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the\\nwhispering breezes.\\nLove is the root of creation; God s essence;\\nworlds without number\\nLie in his bosom like children he made them\\nfor this purpose only.\\nOnly to love and to be loved again, he breathed\\nforth his spirit\\nInto the slumbering dust, and upright stand-\\ning, it laid its\\nHand on its heart, and felt it was warm with\\na flame out of heaven.\\nQuench, O quench not that flame It is the\\nbreath of your being.\\nLove is life, but hatred is death. Not father,\\nnor mother\\nLoved you, as God has loved you for it was\\nthat you may be happy\\nGave he his only son. When he bowed down\\nhis head in the death-hour\\nSolemnized Love its triumph; the sacrifice\\nthen was completed.\\nLo then was rent on a sudden the vail of the\\ntemple, dividing\\nEarth and heaven apart, and the dead from\\ntheir sepulchers rising", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "172 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nWhispered with pallid lips and low in the ears\\nof each other\\nTh answer, but dreamed of before, to crea-\\ntion s enigma, Atonement!\\nDepths of Love are Atonement s depths, for\\nLove is Atonement.\\nTherefore, child of mortality, love thou the\\nmerciful Father\\nWish what the Holy One wishes, and not from\\nfear, but affection\\nFear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that\\nloveth is willing\\nPerfect was before God, and perfect is Love,\\nand Love only.\\nLovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest\\nthou likewise thy brethren\\nOne is the sun in Heaven, and one, only one is\\nLove also.\\nBears not each human figure the godlike stamp\\non his forehead?\\nReadest thou not in his face thine origin? Is\\nhe not sailing\\nLost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is\\nhe not guided\\nBy the same stars that guide thee? Why\\nshouldst thou hate then thy brother?\\nHateth he thee, forgive! For tis sweet to\\nstammer one letter", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 173\\nOf the Eternal s language; on earth it is\\ncalled Forgiveness!\\nKnowest thou Him, who forgave, with the\\ncrown of thorns round his temples?\\nEarnestly prayed for his foes, for his murder-\\ners? Say, dost thou know him?\\nAh thou conf essest his name, so follow like-\\nwise his example,\\nThink of thy brother no ill, but throw a vail\\nover his failings,\\nGuide the erring aright; for the good, the\\nheavenly shepherd\\nTook the lost lamb in his arms, and bore it\\nback to its mother.\\nThis is the fruit of Love, and it is by its fruits\\nthat we know it.\\nLove is the creature s welfare, with God; but\\nLove among mortals\\nIs but an endless sigh He longs, and endures,\\nand stands waiting,\\nSuffers and yet rejoices, and smiles with tears\\non his eyelids.\\nHope, so is called upon earth, his recompense..\\nHope, the befriending,\\nDoes w^hat she can, for she points evermore up\\nto heaven, and faithful\\nPlunges her anchor s peak in the depths of the\\ngrave, and beneath it", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "174 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nPaints a more beautiful world, a dim, but a\\nsweet play of shadows\\nRaces, better than we, have leaned on her\\nwavering promise.\\nHaving naught else beside Hope. Then praise\\nwe our Father in Heaven,\\nHim, who has given us more for to us has\\nHope been illumined.\\nGroping no longer in night she is Faith, she\\nis living assurance.\\nFaith is enlightened Hope; she is light, is the\\neye of affection.\\nDreams of the longing interprets, and carves\\ntheir visions in marble.\\nFaith is the sun of life and her countenance\\nshines like the Prophet s,\\nFor she has looked upon God, the heaven on\\nits stable foundation\\nDraws she with chains down to earth, and the\\nNew Jerusalem sinketh\\nSplendid with portals twelve in golden vapors\\ndescending.\\nThere enraptured she wanders, and looks at\\nthe figures majestic.\\nFears not the winged crowd, in the midst of\\nthem all is her homestead.\\nTherefore love and believe; for works will\\nfollow spontaneous", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 175\\nEven as day does the sun the Right from the\\nGood is an offspring,\\nLove in a bodily shape and Christian works\\nare no more than\\nAnimate Love and faith, as flowers are the ani-\\nmate spring- tide.\\nWorks do follow us all unto God there stand\\nand bear witness\\nNot what they seemed, but what they were\\nonly. Blessed is he who\\nHears their confession secure they are mute\\nupon earth until death s hand\\nOpens the mouth of the silent. Ye children,\\ndoes Death e er alarm you?\\nDeath is the brother of Love, twin-brother is\\nhe, and is only\\nMore austere to behold. With a kiss upon lips\\nthat are fading\\nTakes he the soul and departs, and rocked in\\nthe arms of affection,\\nPlaces the ransomed child, new born, fore the\\nface of its father.\\nSounds of his coming already I hear, see dimly\\nhis pinions,\\nSwart as the night, but with stars strewn upon\\nthem I fear not before him.\\nDeath is only release, and in mercy is mute.\\nOn his bosom", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "176 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nFreer breathes, in its coolness, my breast and\\nface to face standing\\nLook I on God as he is, a sun unpolluted by\\nvapors\\nLook on the light of the ages I loved, the spirits\\nmajestic.\\nNobler, better than I they stand by the\\nthrone all transfigured,\\nVested in white, and with harps of gold, and\\nare singing an anthem.\\nWrit in the climate of heaven^ in the language\\nspoken by angels.\\nYou, in like manner, ye children beloved, he\\none day shall gather,\\nNever forgets he the weary then welcome,\\nye loved ones, hereafter\\nMeanwhile forget not the keeping of vows,\\nforget not the promise,\\nWander from holiness onward to holiness earth\\nshall ye heed not\\nEarth is but dust and heaven is light I have\\npledged you to heaven.\\nGod of the Universe, hear me thou fountain\\nof Love everlasting,\\nHark to the voice of thy servant I send up\\nmy prayer to thy heaven\\nLet me hereafter not miss at thy throne one\\nSDirit of all these,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 177\\nWhom thou hast given me here I have loved\\nthem all like a father.\\nMay they bear witness for me, that I taught\\nthem the way of salvation,\\nFaithful, as far as I knew of thy word; again\\nmay they know me,\\nFall on their Teacher s breast, and before thy\\nface may I place them,\\nPure as they now are, but only more tried, and\\nexclaiming with gladness,\\nFather, lo! lam here, and the children, whom\\nthou hast given me!\\nWeeping he spake these words and now at\\nthe beck of the old man\\nKnee against knee they knitted a wreath round\\nthe altar s enclosure.\\nKneeling he read then the prayers of the con-\\nsecration, and softly\\nWith him the children read at the close, with\\ntremulous accents.\\nAsked he the peace of heaven, a benediction\\nupon them.\\nNow should have ended his task for the day\\nthe following Sunday\\nWas for the young appointed to eat of the\\nLord s holy Supper.\\n12", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "178 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nSudden, as struck from the clouds, stood the\\nTeacher silent and laid his\\nHand on his forehead, and cast his looks up-\\nward while thoughts high and holy\\nFlew through the midst of his soul, and his\\neyes glanced with wonderful brightness.\\nOn the next Sunday, who knows! perhaps I\\nshall rest in the grave-yard!\\nSome one perhaps of yourselves, a lily broken\\nuntimely,\\nBow down his head to the earth; why delay I?\\nthe hour is accomplished.\\nWarm is the heart I will so for to-day grows\\nthe harvest of heaven.\\nWhat I began accomplish I now for what fail-\\ning therein is\\nI, the old man, will answer to God and the rev-\\nerend father\\nSay to me only, ye children, ye denizens new-\\ncome in heaven,\\nAre ye ready this day to eat of the bread of\\nAtonement?\\nWhat it denoteth, that know ye full well, I have\\ntold it you often.\\nOf the new covenant a symbol it is, of Atone-\\nment a token,\\nStablished between earth and heaven. Man by\\nhis sins and transgressions", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 179\\nFar has wandered from God, from his essence.\\nTwas in the beginning\\nFast by the Tree of Knowledge he fell, and it\\nhangs its crown o er the\\nFall to this day; in the Thought is the Fall;\\nin the Heart the Atonement.\\nInfinite is the Fall, the Atonement infinite like-\\nwise.\\nSee, behind me, as far as the old man remem-\\nbers, and forward.\\nFar as Hope in her flight can reach with her\\nwearied pinions,\\nSin and Atonement incessant go through the\\nlifetime of mortals.\\nBrought forth is sin full-grown; but Atone-\\nment sleeps in our bosoms\\nStill as the cradled babe; and dreams of\\nheaven and of angels\\nCannot wake to sensation is like the tones in\\nthe harp s strings.\\nSpirits imprisoned, that wait evermore the de-\\nliverer s finger.\\nTherefore, ye children beloved, descended the\\nPrince of Atonement,\\nWoke the slumberer from sleep, and he stands\\nnow with eyes all resplendent,\\nBright as the vault of the sky, and battles with\\nSin and o ercomes her.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "180 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nDownward to earth he came and transfigured\\nthence reascended,\\nNot from the heart in likewise, for there he\\nstill lives in the Spirit,\\nLoves and atones evermore. So long as Time\\nis, is Atonement.\\nTherefore with reverence receive this day her\\nvisible token.\\nTokens are dead if the things do not live. The\\nlight everlasting\\nUnto the blind man is not, but is born of the\\neye that has vision.\\nNeither in bread nor in wine, but in the heart\\nthat is hallowed\\nLieth forgiveness enshrined; the intention\\nalone of amendment.\\nFruits of the earth ennobles to heavenly\\nthings, and removes all\\nSin and the guerdon of sin. Only Love with\\nhis arms wide extended,\\nPenitence weeping and praying; the Will that\\nis tried, and whose gold flows\\nPurified forth from the flames in a word, man-\\nkind by Atonement\\nBreaketh Atonement s bread, and drinketh\\nAtonement s wine cup.\\nBut he who cometh up hither, unworthy, with\\nhate in his bosom,", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "LONGFELLOW S POEMS. 181\\nScoffing at men and at God, is gnilty of Christ s\\nblessed body,\\nAnd the Redeemer s blood! To himself he\\neateth and drinketh\\nDeath and doom! And from this, preserve\\nlis, thou heavenly Father!\\nAre ye ready, ye children, to eat of the bread\\nof Atonement?\\nThus with emotion he asked, and together an-\\nswered the children\\nYes! with deep sobs interrupted. Then read\\nhe the due supplications,\\nRead the Form of Communion, and in chimed\\nthe organ and anthem;\\nO! Holy Lamb of God, who takest away our\\ntransgressions,\\nHear us give us thy peace have mercy, have\\nmercy upon us\\nTh old man, with trembling hand, and heav-\\nenly pearls on his eyelids.\\nFilled now the chalice and paten, and dealt\\nround the mystical symbols.\\nO then seemed it to me, as if God, with the\\nbroad eye of mid-day,\\nClearer looked in at the windows, and all the\\ntrees in the churchyard\\nBowed down their summits of green, and the\\ngrass on the graves gan to shiver.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "188 LONGFELLOW S POEMS.\\nBut in the children I noted it v/ell I knew\\nit there ran a\\nTremor of holy rapture along through their\\nicy-cold members.\\nDecked like an altar before them, there stood\\nthe green earth, and above it\\nHeaven opened itself, as of old before\\nStephen there saw they\\nRadiant in glory the Father, and on his right\\nhand the Redeemer.\\nUnder them hear they the clang of harp-\\nstrings, and angels from gold clouds\\nBeckon to them like brothers, and fan with\\ntheir pinions of purple.\\nClosed was the Teacher s task, and with\\nheaven in their hearts and their faces,\\nUp rose the children all, and each bowed\\nhim, weeping full sorely,\\nDownward to kiss that reverend hand, but\\nall of them pressed he\\nMoved to his bosom, and laid, with a prayer,\\nhis hands full of blessings.\\nNow on the holy breast, and now on the\\ninnocent tresses.", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "WORKS OF ELLA WHEELER liLCOX (Contmned)\\nHOW SALVATOR WON AND OTHER POEMS. 12mo,\\ncloth, $1.00. Presentation Edition white vellum, gold\\ntop, $1,50. Presentation Edition half calf, gold top,\\n$2.50.\\nA choice collection of recitations, specially compiled for read-\\ners and impersonators.\\nHer name is a household word. Her great power lies in depict-\\ning human emotions and in handling that grandest of all passions\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094love\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she wields the pen of a master. T/ie Saturday Record.\\nCUSTER AND OTHER POEMS. Handsomely illustrated.\\n12mo, cloth, $1.00. Presentation Edition white vellum,\\ngold top. $1.50. Presentation Edition\u00e2\u0080\u0094 half calf, gold\\ntop, $2.50.\\nA grand epic of the exploits and massacre of the immortal\\nCuster.\\nOne cannot help gaining new impetus for the spiritual exist-\\nence from coming in contact, mentally, with such ideal sentiments\\nand emotions as this rarely gifted poetess voices in magniiicent\\n\\\\eYBe. Universal Truth.\\nAN ERRING WOMAN S LOVE. 12mo, cloth, $1.00.\\nPresentation Edition white vellum, gold top, $1,50.\\nPresentation Edition half calf, gold top, $2.50.\\nPower and pathos characterize this magnificent poem. A\\ndeep understanding of life and an intense sympathy are beauti-\\nfaiiy expressed. Tri^wne.\\nMEN, WOMEN AND EMOTIONS. (Prose.) 12mo, heavy\\nenameled paper cover, 50 cents English cloth, $1.00.\\nA skillful analysis of social habits, customs and follies.\\nHer fame has reached all parts of the world, and her popular-\\nity seems to grow with each succeeding year. American Newsman.\\nTEE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD. (Poems, songs and\\nstories.) With over sixty original illustrations. Quarto,\\ncloth, $1.00.\\nThe delight of the nursery. A charming mother s book.\\nThe foremost baby s book of the -world. New Orleans\\nPicayune.\\nPRESENTATION SETS. Poems of Passion, Maurine,\\nPoems of Pleasure, How Salvator Won. and Custer, are\\nsupplied in sets of 3, 4, or 5 titles, as may be desired, in\\nneat boxes, without extra charge.\\nELLA WHEELER WILCOX S WORKS are for sale by leading book-\\nsellers everywhere, or will be sent postpaid on receipt of price by\\nti^e Publishers.\\nW. B. CONKBY COMPANY, Chicago", "height": "2861", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "W. 8. GoNKEY Comrs FoBLiGerioHS\\nCOMPLETE LIST OF THE POETIC AND PROSE\\nWORKS OF\\nElla Wheeler Wilcox\\nPOEMS OF PASSION. 12mo, cloth, $1.CX). Presentation\\nEdition\u00e2\u0080\u0094 white vellum, gold top. $1.50. Presentation\\nEdition half calf, gold top. $2.50.\\nPOEMS OF PASSION. Quarto, cloth. Illustrated\\nEdition, $1.50.\\nPOEMS OF PASSION. Pocket Edition. Illustrated\u00e2\u0080\u0094 16mo,\\ncloth, 75 cents; full morocco, gold edges, $2.50.\\nHuman nature is less of a mystery after the reading of this book\\nOnly a woman of genius could produce such a remarkable\\nWOtIl. Illustrated London News.\\nMAURINE AND OTHER POEMS. 12mo, cloth, $1.00.\\nPresentation Edition white vellum, gold top, $1.50.\\nPresentation Edition half calf, gold top. $2.50.\\nBeautiful thoughts and healthy inspiration in every line.\\nMaurine is an ideal poem about a perfect woman. T/ieScmf/i.\\nPOEMS 05 PLEASURE. 12mo, cloth, $1.00. Presenta-\\ntion Edition white vellum, gold top, $1.50. Presenta-\\ntion Edition half calf, gold top, $2.50.\\nThese poems make life doubly sweet and cheerful.\\nMrs. Wilcox is an artist with a touch that reminds one of\\nLord Byron s impassionate strains. Paris Register.\\nTHREE WOMEN. 12mo, cloth, $1.00. Presentation\\nEdition art binding, gold top, boxed, $1.50.\\nHer latest and greatest poem. This marvelous narrative of\\nthrilling interest depicts the lives of three good and beautiful\\nwomen in every phase of weakness, passion, pride, love, sympathy\\nand tenderness.\\nAN AMBITIOUS MAN. (Prose.) 12mo, cloth, $1.00.\\n*Vivid realism stands forth from every page of this fascinating\\nbook. Every Day.", "height": "2846", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2846", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2846", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2846", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2846", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "evangelinetaleof04long_0202.jp2"}}