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The Mason.
itself . He was seated at his guitar , playing a Russian air from memory , when Catherine entered the apartment . " Is it possible , " she exclaimed , smiling , " that so accomplished a troubadour can descend to the savage strains of the frozen North can anything Russian dwell upon your
memory ?" " I must indeed be cold , Catherine , " he replied , " ere I forget the generosity ' of Ivan , or the beauty of his fair country-woman , " he added , checking himself , lest his too pointed meaning should bring on the declaration he deemed
it most honourable to avoid . " A compliment , " replied Catherine , " at . the expense of poor sincerity—you are detected , I can read the heart—as a punishment , you shall sing some lay of your own dear country . "
" Willingl y , " he replied ; and striking a sli g ht prelude on the instrument , he sang the following words , not inapp licable to his own
feelings" Farewell . ' farewell . ' I would not fling ,. Around thy brow the veil of sorrow : Brightly for thee the morn may spring , Ancl mirth and pleasure wait thy morrow I ' , The words of love thy lips have spoken ,
Each burning thought alike forget , Keep not of me one parting token To wake the strain of vain regret ! Strike not the lute , whose chords for me Breathed music ' s strain or passion ' s spelh
Each note would breathe again in thee The memory of this sad farewell ! Gay hours of bliss—long happy years—And love ' s best joys—fair maid ! be thine : — His broken heart , his burning tears , And sighs of vain regret are mine 1 "
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The Mason.
itself . He was seated at his guitar , playing a Russian air from memory , when Catherine entered the apartment . " Is it possible , " she exclaimed , smiling , " that so accomplished a troubadour can descend to the savage strains of the frozen North can anything Russian dwell upon your
memory ?" " I must indeed be cold , Catherine , " he replied , " ere I forget the generosity ' of Ivan , or the beauty of his fair country-woman , " he added , checking himself , lest his too pointed meaning should bring on the declaration he deemed
it most honourable to avoid . " A compliment , " replied Catherine , " at . the expense of poor sincerity—you are detected , I can read the heart—as a punishment , you shall sing some lay of your own dear country . "
" Willingl y , " he replied ; and striking a sli g ht prelude on the instrument , he sang the following words , not inapp licable to his own
feelings" Farewell . ' farewell . ' I would not fling ,. Around thy brow the veil of sorrow : Brightly for thee the morn may spring , Ancl mirth and pleasure wait thy morrow I ' , The words of love thy lips have spoken ,
Each burning thought alike forget , Keep not of me one parting token To wake the strain of vain regret ! Strike not the lute , whose chords for me Breathed music ' s strain or passion ' s spelh
Each note would breathe again in thee The memory of this sad farewell ! Gay hours of bliss—long happy years—And love ' s best joys—fair maid ! be thine : — His broken heart , his burning tears , And sighs of vain regret are mine 1 "