And evermore that woodland pond,
Where oaks their shadows toss,
We'll call for poor Lueka's sake,
Lake of the Golden Cross.
MRS. CLARK'S EXPERIENCE AS A SERVANT.
BY BELL.
"WHY is it, Mrs. Clark, that you always take the part of servants? You speak as if you thought them possessed of sensibilities as refined as ours."
"Why should they not have such feelings?" inquired Mrs. Clark.
"Their education is so different."
"Does education always give sensibility? Do you not think it possible for those that must work for a living to be possessed of it?"