laughed Lady Muriel, as she sat down to the piano, and lightly struck a few random chords.

"Not quite: and yet it is a kind of 'ever to thee faithful I'll be!' It's a pair of hapless lovers: he crosses the briny deep: and she is left lamenting."

"That is indeed appropriate!" she replied mockingly, as he placed the song before her.

"And am I to do the lamenting? And who for, if you please?"

She played the air once or twice through, first in quick, and finally in slow, time; and then gave us the whole song with as much graceful ease as if she had been familiar with it all her life:--

  • "He stept so lightly to the land,
  • All in his manly pride:
  • He kissed her cheek, he pressed her hand,
  • Yet still she glanced aside.
  • 'Too gay he seems,' she darkly dreams,
  • 'Too gallant and too gay
  • To think of me----poor simple me---
  • When he is far away!'

  • 'I bring my Love this goodly pearl
  • Across the seas,' he said:
  • 'A gem to deck the dearest girl
  • That ever sailor wed!'
  • She clasps it tight' her eyes are bright:
  • Her throbbing heart would say
  • 'He thought of me----he thought of me---
  • When he was far away!'

  • The ship has sailed into the West:
  • Her ocean-bird is flown:
  • A dull dead pain is in her breast,
  • And she is weak and lone:
  • Yet there's a smile upon her face,
  • A smile that seems to say
  • 'He'll think of me he'll think of me---
  • When he is far away!

  • 'Though waters wide between us glide,
  • Our lives are warm and near:
  • No distance parts two faithful hearts
  • Two hearts that love so dear:
  • And I will trust my sailor-lad,
  • For ever and a day,
  • To think of me----to think of me---
  • When he is far away!'"
The look of displeasure, which had begun to come over Arthur's face when the young Captain spoke of Love so lightly, faded away as the song proceeded, and he listened with evident delight. But his face darkened again when Eric demurely remarked "Don't you think 'my soldier-lad' would have fitted the tune just as well!"

"Why, so it would!" Lady Muriel gaily retorted. "Soldiers, sailors, tinkers, tailors, what a lot of words would fit in! I think 'my tinker-lad sounds best. Don't you?"

  By PanEris using Melati.

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