Were golden star-points dusted through The great, wide, silent vault of blue: Then I said to me--God is good And the world is fair--and where I stood I knelt me down and bent my head, And said my prayers, and went to bed. THE END _Printed by_ R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, _Edinburgh._ _BY THE SAME AUTHOR._ THE CROCK OF GOLD. Crown 8vo. 5s. net. _THE PALL MALL GAZETTE_.--"A wise, beautiful, and humorous book.... If you could have given Sterne a soul and made him a poet he might have produced _The Crock of Gold_." THE DEMI-GODS. Crown 8vo. 5s. net. _STANDARD_.--"The book is full of fine knowledge and fantasies in every shade of gaiety and gravity, and we would call its author a magician did we not feel that everything he writes is perfectly natural to him.... This book would prove, if proof were needed, that Mr. Stephens's _Crock of Gold_ was not a mere _tour de force_, but a real ebullition of genius and a token of all the good work that was to come." HERE ARE LADIES. Crown 8vo. 5s. net. _THE TIMES_.--"A story may have many and diverse effects upon its reader. It may leave him smiling, laughing, frowning (perhaps weeping), angry, perplexed, exalted, afraid. The bits of stories in _Here are Ladies_, the sketches, essays, snapshots, call them what you will, will leave him for the most part happy and hungry--for more." THE CHARWOMAN'S DAUGHTER. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d. net. _PUNCH_.--"A little gem.... It is a very long time indeed since we read such a human, satisfying book. Every page contains some happy phrase or illuminating piece of character drawing." SONGS FROM THE CLAY. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d. net. _EVENING STANDARD_.--"They have the sense of elfin mischief and keen spiritual sympathy with inarticulate nature which is so recognisable a feature of all Mr. Stephens's writings, prose and verse. Many of the poems are models of that simplicity which is the supreme art of poesy, and in all may be found an underlying verity, masked may be with smiles or tears." MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD., LONDON. End of Project Gutenberg's The Adventures of Seumas Beg, by James Stephens