"Story—God bless you, I have none to tell."
I could have made one, embellished with various incidents; could have had a rifle pointed, or frozen all our hands and feet at least, "or anything else that's agreeable;" but it would not then have been, as it is now, the simple truth.
A NIGHT IN NAZARETH.
BY MARY YOUNG.
"But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife; for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost."—Matthew i. 20.
Stern passions rose, and won wild mastery
In Joseph's breast. He wandered darkly on,
From the calm fountain and the olive grove,