Chapter 21 No.21

Oh, where dwell ye, my ain sweet bairns?

I'm woe and weary grown!

Oh, Lady, we live where woe never is,

In a land to flesh unknown.-ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

It had been with a gentle sorrow that Etheldred had expected to go and lay in her resting-place, the little niece, who had been kept from the evil of the world, in a manner of which she ha