Chapter 23 CRYSTAL'S STORY.

The path my father's foot

Had trod me out (which suddenly broke off

What time he dropped the wallet of the flesh

And passed) alone I carried on, and set

My child-heart 'gainst the thorny underwood,

To reach the grassy shelter of the trees,

Ah, babe i' the wood, without a brother-babe!

My own self-pity, like the redbreast bird,