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THE OLD STONE COFFIN.
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royally. There were feasting-, and wine and music,
dice and dancing. All were glad to be her guests,
and very many gave her the love of their hearts ;
but among them all she found not her love, the
hero of her bright night-dream, (her whisper.) She
went from one harbour to another — from one
kingdom to another. She went to France, and to
England. She went to Ireland and to Lochlinn.
She went to the ‘ Green Isle of the Ocean at the
end of the land of the world,’ (Scandinavia.) She
made feasting and music wherever she went.
Around her all was gaiety and gladness—the song
and the harp—the wine, and the voice of laughter
—hilarity and heartiness, but within her breast all
was dark, and cold, and empty.
“At length, passing by the land under the wave,
(the flat island of Tyree,) she came near the king¬
dom of Sorcha, (Ardnamurchan,) and after this to
‘Mull of the great mountains,’ to the harbour of
all harbours, curved like a bent bow, sheltered
from every wind and every wave. Here the great
ship of the three masts and of the white sails cast
her anchor, and here, as in all other ports, the
daughter of the King of Spain sent invitations to