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    • XXVI.—A COMFORTER. 4
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      1 stly . That it is desirable to investigate tlie education which , the girls of the middle class are receiving school . at 6 dweek is

      much 2 nd needed ly . That which the establi schools shment must of be assisted s by charit . or Is able . a efforts . 3 rdly . That , schools at a higher rate , say 155 . or £ 1 a quarter ,

      mi 4 ght thly be . That made the to pay Queen a profit ' s College . , and similar with London such schools Societies ,

      should encourage and continue to correspond . 5 thly . That they should be open to inspection exertions . and

      6 thly . That reports of the various experiments should be published in some periodical .

      Barbara Smith _Bodichon .

      A Comforter. 177

      A COMFORTER . 177

      Xxvi.—A Comforter. 4

      XXVI . —A COMFORTER . 4

      , Wiiil Will She She Come Come To In Me,...

      , WiiiL Will she she come come to in me , little arms Eme to rest

      —And nestle her head my on my shoulder , , ?

      While the sun goes down in the west I and Eme will sit together ,

      All alone in this great arm-chair : — Is it silly to mind it , darling ,

      When life is so hard to bear ? No one comforts me like my Effie

      , Just I think that she does not try—Only looks with a wistful wonder ,

      Why grown people should ever cry ; While her little soft arms close tihter

      g Hound my neck in their clinging hold : — Well—I must not cry on your hair , dear ,

      For my tears might tarnish the gold . I am tired of trying to readdear ;

      , It is worse to talk and seem gay r There are some kinds of sorrow , Effie ,

      It is useless to thrust away . Ahadvice may be wisemy darling

      But , one always knows , it before ; , And the reasoning down one ' s sorrow

      Seems to make one suffer the more . But my Eme won ' reasonwill she ?

      , Or endeavor to understand ; Onlholds her mouth to kiss me

      A y she strokes up face with her hand , . my

      TOIL . VI . K

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    • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1860, page 177, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111860/page/33/