should be modest and retiring; and
although Grace had been forced to the front, he was still anxious that
she should not lose any of her maidenly reserve. It can, therefore, be
imagined how she was shocked and pained at the idea of her appearing in
the circus.

Grace become more and more famous as the time went on. She paid a
visit to the Duchess of Northumberland, who sent for her, but such an
event deserves a special chapter. She did not see the Queen, but Her
Majesty was well acquainted with the heroic deed, and the following
ballad is said to have been sung in the presence of our royal and
beloved Lady:--

"The winds blew hard, the day looked dark,
The clouds shot light'ning forth,
But still the bold and vent'rous bark
Sailed from the black'ning north.
To foam was dashed each threat'ning wave,
As o'er the vessel flew;
The sea yawned like a hungry grave
Around the gallant crew.

"When night closed in the storm grew worse,
The boldest heart did quail;
The pious prayer--the wicked curse--
Were mingled with the gale.
On, on they flew, with fated force;
They struck the deadly reef:
They sank! and through the wind so hoarse
Was heard the shriek of grief.

"While many a manly spirit quenched
Its life beneath the wave,
A few from death a moment wrenched,
Clung o'er an awful grave.
Their cries were heard from lonely tower,
Unseen amidst the gloom;
A simple girl was sent, with power
To snatch them from the tomb.

"She urged her aged sire to ply,
With her, the frail boat's oar;
A father's love had mastery,
He dared not leave the shore.
Her prayers prevailed--they forth were led
By God's own helping hand;
And those who were accounted dead
Sang praises on the land.

"'Tis sad to think the ocean cave
May hide a gem so pure--
But joy to feel 'tis ours to save
Such worth from fate obscure.
Then let us sing 'The boatie rows,'
To tell of her fair fame,
Who honour on the race bestows--
Grace Darling is her name.

"'The boatie rows, the boatie rows,'
In safety through the deep;
For Grace on Mercy's mission goes,
And angels watch shall keep."

Numerous songs in honour of the lighthouse-maiden were written and
sung, some of which we shall give in these pages. Among the rest was
the following, which both Grace and her father highly esteemed, as it
was from the pen of Wordswo