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FAIRY BOOK.
THE CASTLE OF GEMS.
Once upon a time, though I cannot tell when, and in what country I do not now remember, there lived a maiden as fair as a lily, as gentle as a dewdrop, and as modest as a violet. A pure, sweet name she had,—it was Blanche.
She stood one evening, with her friend Victor, by the shore of a lake. Never had the youth or maiden seen the moonlight so enchanting; but they did not know
"It was midsummer day,
When all the fairy people
From elf-land come away."
Presently, while they gazed at the lake, which shone like liquid emerald and sapphire
