Long she looked upon the waters, "Grandsire, hark!" A gun is booming All the villagers came hastening Two and twenty were the fishers Out upon the waters wild; Wept the wife then for her husband, "Can we launch a boat, old Grandsire? Grandsire spoke in accents solemn ; Did they hesitate an instant, While they thought on home and wife, Till the nobler manhood conquered, Prompting each to save a life? ! While they pause, out spake a woman,— Red the bronzed cheek of the seamen, "Ye have wives and homes and children, I have loved the beach since childhood, "Know its every nook and crevice, To her guidance will I trust.” Round about her waist the life-rope Then she bound her flowing tresses, "Holy mother! guard and save her," In his quaint, old-fashioned cassock, "Jesu, hear us or they perish; "Mary, mother! hear our pleading, Spare, oh! spare thy helpless children, Spare them now for Christ's dear sake.” 163 Marie battled with the billows, White her face, each breath a prayer: While her brave heart kept repeating "God and Mary mother! spare!" "Look! the rope! it grips! it tightens!" Pass along the cheering word; God be praised! the line is fastened! Thrice the signal gun is heard. Drenched and dripping came the sailors "They'll be here now, soon, together-" Then a strange and awful terror, "God! the rope! it wavers! slackens!" On their knees the Norman people Broke he into bitter weeping, And his trembling lips said "Nay, I shall never more behold her, Then the one and twenty fishers All night long the solemn church bell All night long the bonfires glimmered, Till the sun above the ocean On the beach at dawn they found them, In the church-yard, 'neath the flowers, Cross themselves in silent reverence, Smiles on Jean and Marie's grave. And the sea, so full of sorrow, Watch and ward above their bed. Rest in peacefulness, sweet Marie! PAT'S SECRET. A very amusing anecdote is told of an Irishman who happened to be in Paris while three crowned heads of Europe were on a visit to his Imperial Majesty, Napoleon III. These distinguished persons were the Emperors of Russia and Austria, and the King of Prussia. One day, having thrown aside all state ceremonial, they determined to see the sights of the beautiful city on the Seine, for their own delectation, and for that purpose they resolved to go incog., so as not to be recognized by the people. However, in their stroll through Paris they went astray, and meeting a gentlemanly looking person, who happened to be an Irishman, they politely asked him if he would kindly direct them to the Palais Royal. "Faith, and that I will, my boys," says Pat, at the same time taking a mental photograph of the "three boys." 66 'This way, my hearties," and they were conducted to the gates of the Royal Palace, and the Irishman was about bidding them farewell, when the Emperor of Russia, interested and pleased as much by the genuine politeness of Pat (and what son of Erin was ever yet deficient in courtesy and politeness?) as by his naivete and witty remarks, asked him who he was. "Well," rejoined the guide, "I did not ask you who you were, and before I answer you perhaps you would tell me who you may be." After some further parleying, one said, "I am Alexander, and they call me the Czar or Emperor of all the Russias." "Indeed," said Pat, with a roguish twinkle in the corner of his eye, and an incredulous nod of the head (as much as to say, "This boy is up to codding me a bit"). "And might I make bould to ask you who you be, my flower?" "They call me Francis Joseph, Emperor of Austria." "Most happy to make your acquaintance, Frank, my boy," says the Irishman, who, thinking he was hoaxed, in his despairing efforts to get the truth, as he conceived, out of any of them, turned to the third one and said, "Who are you?" "They call me Frederick William, and I am King of Prussia." They then reminded him that he promised to tell them who he was, and after some hesitation, and a mysterious air of confidence, Pat, putting his hand to his mouth, whispered: "I am the Imperor of China; but don't tell anybody." |