PART II.
AFTER MANY DAYS.
'Tis Nature's plan
The child should grow into the man;
The man grow wrinkled, old, and grey.
In youth the heart exults and sings,
The pulses leap, the feet have wings;
In age the cricket chirps and brings
The harvest home of day.
CHAPTER XII.
ON THE ROAD TO BRISTOL.
A carriage stood before the door of Fair Acres one bright morning in April, an old-fashioned travelling carriage, with a "dickey," or back seat piled with luggage, and more packages waiting to be pushed under the seat inside, which a lady was superintending and remonstrating with a young sailor for his rough and ready help.
"Take care, take care, Harry; there is glass in that hamper. Oh! we must have the carriage closed after all."