LOVE’S FAITH.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 25, 20 June 1891, Page 88

LOVE’S FAITH.

OVER the silver sea, Into the distance dim, Where magic shores may be, I send my heart to him — To him who sailed afar, Once on a dreary day, Over the harbour bar, Out from the land-locked bay. The moon is shining fair Over the waves to night ; The hawthorn scents the air, The lilies glimmer white. Does he remember yet The garden once so dear The night when first we met — The love-vows whispered here ? Out in the dusk I lean From my open lattice dim, The hawthorn boughs between, And send my love to him. Smile, oh, thou silver moon ! Sing, oh, thou silver sea I I know he is coming soon— I know he is true to me ! • Better late than never ’ is a saying that was used three hundred years ago by Thomas Tucker, an English author. A hundred laying hens will produce in egg-a|iejls about 137 pounds of chalk or limestone annually. Girls between sixteen and eighteen have bigger feet than after twenty to twenty-four. The foot is fleshy at that time and large, but as years come the foot decreases and the muscles grow more firm. Some of the reckless and singularly shaped hats the handsome girls are raving over, look like the wreck of a woman’s side-saddle taken off’ the back of a horse after he had been wallowing all over it for half-an-hour.