ly and so friendly! "I shall read one or two passages, horn and there," she said, and taking the book, and turning over the leaves she began to read. At first, her voice was a little unsteady, but it grew firm and clear as she went on,
Devant les trahisons et les têtes coitrbéés,
Jo eroiserai los bras, indigné, mais serein
Sombre fidélité pour les choses tombées,
Sois ma force ot ma ,joie et mon pilior d’airain!
Oui, tant qu’il sora là, qu’ou cède on qn’on persiste,
O France! France aimée ot qu'on pleure tonjours
Je ne roverrai pas ta terre douco et triste,
Tombeau do mes aïeux ot nid do mes amours!
Je ne reverrai ta rive qui nous tente,
France! hors le devoir, hélas! j'oublîrai tout.
Parmi los éprouvés je plantoral ma tente:
Je resterai proscrit, voulant rester debout.
J’accepte l'âpre exil, n'eût-il ni fin ni terme;
Sans cherchor à savoir et sans considérer
Si quolqu'un a plié qu’on aurait cru pills ferme,
Et si plusieurs s'en vont qui devraieut demeurer.
Si l'on n’est plus quo mule, oh bien, j'en suis! Si mêmé
Ils no sout plus quo cent, je brave encore Sylla;
S'il en demeure dix, jo serai le dixième;
Et s’il n’en resto qu’un, je serai celui-là!
"How clear and ringing your voice is!" Lord Moore had bent over the book unperceived by Bianca. She drew back shyly, and smiled. "I have got it from father, he is a capital reader."
There was a pause. He rose and looked at his watch. "I must go now," said he. Why do not you come and see us, sometimes; I shall be so happy to see you oftener at Moore-Rouse?" She looked up at him and smiled gratefully. "But your mother does not like me, not much that is," she said assuming a careless
