"Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. When I have traversed the streets a houseless wanderer,
driven with curses from every door where I have solicited alms, and with blows
from every gateway where I have sought shelter,—when I have crept into some
deserted building, and stretched my wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope
of repose,—or, worse than all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to
horrible temptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one,—when
I have felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank of this
drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt. She sings better perhaps. The air,
perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with
the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the
sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene
Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. After partaking of some little refreshment, and changing her attire, Mrs.
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