"He has told me everything, and I love you, Daisy!"
Daisy looked up with the tears and sunshine of April in her eyes.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
The girl was silent for a moment, then a sweet little "yes" budded on her lips.
Then Mortimer kissed Daisy, and poor Snarle died happy; for that evening his life-stream ebbed with the tide, and mingled with that ocean which is forever and forever.
REQUIESCAT IN PACE.
VI.
A lone ship sailing on the sea:
Before the north 'twas driven like a cloud;
High on the poop a man sat mournfully:
The wind was whistling through mast and shroud,
And to the whistling wind thus did he sing aloud.