"
"Then that is all I had on my mind. Your Little Jem is
to have the few curious things I picked up--I've seen
to that. And now I don't like to see tears in those
pretty eyes, Mistress Blythe. I'll mebbe hang on for
quite a spell yet. I heard you reading a piece of
poetry one day last winter--one of Tennyson's pieces.
I'd sorter like to hear it again, if you could recite
it for me."
Softly and clearly, while the seawind blew in on them,
Anne repeated the beautiful lines of Tennyson's
wonderful swan song-- "Crossing the Bar." The old
captain kept time gently with his sinewy hand.
"Yes, yes, Mistress Blythe," he said, when she had
finished, "that's it, that's it. He wasn't a sailor,
you tell me--I dunno how he could have put an old
sailor's feelings into words like that, if he wasn't
one. He didn't want any `sadness o' farewells' and
neither do I, Mistress Blythe--for all will be well
with me and mine beyant the bar."
CHAPTER 36
BEAUTY FOR ASHES
"Any news from Green Gables, Anne?"
"Nothing very especial," replied Anne, folding up
Marilla's letter.
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