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"Madonna, who hath ever stood As type of holy motherhood, I pray thee, for thy Son's dear sake, This sorrow from my bosom take. For there are those, with anger wild, Who wound the mother thro' the child. I know that thou wilt pity me, For thy Son hung upon the tree. And as He died to save and bless, Oh, help me, thou, in my distress. "
After he had finished a very nice little dinner, with a small bottle of champagne to add zest to it, Mr. Beaumont lighted a cigarette, and sat down comfortably before the fire, in order to wait for Reginald Blake. He had written to the young man, announcing his arrival and asking him to call, so he had no doubt but that he would be favoured with a visit. Having, therefore, arranged his plan of action, he lay back indolently in his chair, making plans for the future, and building air-castles amid the blue spirals of smoke which curled upward from his lips.