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 before Thanksgiving, when there were exercises in the assembly room. Olive had drawn The Landing of the Pilgrims on the largest of the blackboards, and Nancy had written a merry little story that caused great laughter and applause in the youthful audience. Gilbert had taken part in a debate and covered himself with glory, and Kathleen closed the impromptu programme by reciting Tennyson's—

O young Mariner, You from the haven Under the sea-cliff, You that are watching The gray Magician With eyes of wonder, … follow the Gleam.

Great the Master, And sweet the Magic, When over the valley, In early summers, Over the mountain, On human faces, And all around me, Moving to melody Floated the Gleam.

O young Mariner, Down to the haven, Call your companion, Launch your vessel