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What fools are they who think God ever sleeps, Or views their follies with a careless eye. Fortune may heap her favours on their heads. Blithe Pleasure lull them with her jingling bells, And life for them be one long carnival; But in their triumph of prosperity, When all the smiling future seems serene, God; frowning, stretches out His mighty arm, And lo! the hungry grave gapes at their feet.
So Mrs. Belswin was delivered from her great peril, and was taken home by Kaituna and her lover with great rejoicing. Maxwell, indeed, after hearing the story of this woman, had hesitated for a moment as to whether he ought to let her be with her daughter, seeing that she had forfeited her maternal rights by her own act, but when he hinted this to Kaituna she rebuked him with one sentence --