broken arm, and advised me not to "fiddle about with ghosts and things" any more. The captain was very silent, and never sailed again in that ship, though it is still running. And I will not sail in her either. It was a very disagreeable experience, and I was very badly frightened, which is a thing I do not like. That is all. That is how I saw a ghost if it was a ghost. It was dead, anyhow.

LOUISA MACARTNEY CRAWFORD

LOUISA MACARTNEY CRAWFORD. Born in London, 1808. Although she has dealt with varied subjects this writer is chiefly remembered to-day as the author of the words of the well-known song "Kathleen Mavourneen."

KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN

KATHLEEN mavourneen! the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,

The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking,
Kathleen mavourneen! what, slumbering still?

Oh! hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh! hast thou forgotten this day we must part,
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Oh! why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen mavourneen?

Kathleen mavourneen! awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light,
Ah! where is the spell that once hung on my numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night,

Mavourneen, mavourneen, thy sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part,
It may be for years, and it may be forever!
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

Then why art thou silent, Kathleen mavourneen?