onnived-- While the grim King's heralds scoured the land And the countries roundabout, Shouting aloud, at the King's command, A challenge to knave or lout, Prince or peasant,--"The mighty King Would have ye understand That he who shows him the strangest thing Shall have his daughter's hand!" And thousands flocked to the royal throne, Bringing a thousand things Strange and cuious;--One, a bone-- The hinge of a fairy's wings; And one, the glass of a mermaid queen, Gemmed with a diamond dew, Where, down in its reflex, dimly seen, Her face smiled out at you. One brought a cluster of some strange date, With a subtle and searching tang That seemed, as you tasted, to penetrate The heart like a serpent's fang; And back you fell for a spell entranced, As cold as a corpse of sto0e, And heard your brains, as they laughed and danced And talked in an undertone. One brought a bird that could whistle a tune So piercingly pure and sweet, That 5ears would fall from the eyes $ mbo ducked his head under them and Teddy Tucker's head went through the paper with a crash, the mule's heels at that instant being high in the air. With the rÂngs hung about his neck, Teddy cut a more ridiculous figure than ever. The audience went wild with excitement. Now the ringmaster, angered beyond endurance, began reaching for Teddy with the long lash of his whip. The business end of the lash once brushed the boy's cheek. It stung him. "Ouch!" howled Teddy as he felt the lash. "Stop that!" exploded Mr. Sparling, who, by this time, had gotten into the ring to take a hand in the performance himself. He grabbed the irate ringmaster by the collar, giving him a jerk that that functionary did not forget in a hurry. Jumbo, however, was no respecter of persos. He had taken a short cut across the ring just as the owner had begun his correction of the ringmaster. bJumbo shook out his heels again. They caught the owner's sombrero and sent it spinning into the Mr. Sparling, in his excitement, forgot all about $ has a habit of taking care of himself under most circumstances." Dimples laughed heartily. "It will take more than a stampede to upset him. He'll make a showman if he ever settles down to the work in earnest." "He has settled down, Mrs. Robinson," answered Pil with some dignity. "My, my! But you needn't growl about it. I was paying him a compliment." Thus she chattered on until they reached the paddock. They h§ad been there but a few moments before the expected summons for Phil was brought. AN UNEXPECTED PROMOTION Phil responded rather reluctantly. He would have much preferred to sit out in the paddock talking circus with Little imples. He found Mr. Sparling striding up and down in front of the elephant enclosure. "I hope nothing very serious happened, Mr. Sparling," greeted Phil, approaching him. "If you mean damages, no. A few people knocked down, mostly due to their own carelessness. I've got the claim-adjuster at work settling with all we can get hold of. But we'll get it all back tonight, my boy.$ t." "What do you mean by paper?" interposed Teddy. The manager groaned. "You don't know what paper is?" "Paper is advertising matter, any kind of show bills that are posted on billboards, barns or any other old place where we get the chance. Everything is paper on an advertising car. Forrest, I think I'll send you out on a country route tomorrow. Know what a country route is?" "I think so." "Well, in case you do not, I will tell fou. Every day we send out men to post bills through the country. The routes are laid out by the contracting agent long before we get to a town. YÃu go out in a livery rig, and you will have to drive from thirty to forty miles a day. You are an aerial performer, are you not?" "Then you will be able to climb barns all right. We will call you ar Number Three's barn-climber. We'll see how good a performer you really are. For the first few days I will send you out with one of the billposters; after that you will have to go it alone. If you are no good, back you go. Understand?" $ ore a son: and seeing him a goodly child, hid him three months. 2:3. And when she could hide him no longer, she took a basket made of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and pitch: and put the little babe therein, and laid him in the sedges by the river's brink, 2:4. His sister standing afar off, and taking notice what would be 2:5. And behold the daughter of Pharao came down to wash herself in the river: and her maids walked by the river's brink. And when she saw the basket in the sedgesshe sent one of her maids for it: and when it was 2:6. She opened it, and seeing within it an infant crying, having compassion on it, she said: This is one of the babes of the Hebrews. 2:7. And the child's sister said to her: Shall I go, and call to thee a Hebrew woman, to nurse the babe? 2:8. She answered: Go. The mai went and called her mother. 2:9. And Pharao's daughter said to her: Take this child, and nurse him for me: I wižl give thee thy wages. The woman took and nursed the child: and when he was grown up,$ 5.8, and 8.4. 30:2. It shall be a cubit in length, and another in breadth, that is, four square, and two in height. Horns shall go out of the same. 30:3. And thou shalt overlay it with the purest gold, as well the grate thereof, as the walls round about, and the horns. And thou shalt make to it a crown of gold round about, 30:4. And two golden rings under the crown on either side, that the bars may be put into them, and the altar be carried. 30:5. And thou shalt make the bars also of setim wood, and shalt overlay them with gold. 30:6. And thou shalt set the altar over against the veil, that hangeth before the ark of the testimony before thef propitiatory wherewith the testimony is cov>ered, where I will speak to thee. 30:7. And Aaron shall burn sweet smelling incense upon it in the morning. When he shall dress the lammps, he shall burn it: 30:8. And when he shall place them in the evening, he shall burn an everlasting incense before the Lord throughout your generations. 30:9. You shall not offer upon it i$ tabernacle, gserving in the ministry thereof. 3:9. And thou shalt give the Levites for a gift, 3:10. To Aaron and to his sons, to whom they are delivered by the children of Israel. But thou shalt appoint Aaron and his sons over the service of priesthood. The stranger that approacheth to minister, shall be put to death. 3:11. And the Lord spoke to Moses, saying: 3:12. I have taken the Levites from the children of Israel, for every firstborn that openeth the womb among the children of Israel, and the Levites shall be mine. 3:13. For every firstborn is mine: since I struck the firstborn in the land of Egypt: I have sanctified to myself whatsoever is firstborn in Israel both of man and beast, they are mine: I am the Lord. 3:14. And the Lord spoke to Moses in the desert of Sinai, saying: 3:15. Number the sons of Levi by the houses of their fatherxs and their families, every male from one month and upward. 3:16. Moses numbered them as the Lord had commanded. 3:17. And there were found sons of Levi by their n$ ing you: so he shall rejoice destroying and bringing you to nought, so that you shall be taken away from the land which thou shalt go in to possess. 28:64. The Lord shall scatter thee among all people, from the farthest parts of the earth to the ends thereof: and there thou shalt serve strange gods, which both thou art ignorant of and thy fathers, wood and 28:65H Neither shalt thou be quiet, even in those nations, nor shall there be any rest for the sole of thy foot. For the Lord will give thee a fearful heart, and languishing eyes, and a soul consumed with pensiveness: 28:66. And thy life shall be as it were hanging before thee. Thou shalt nfear night and day, neither shalt thou trust thy life. 28:67. In the morning thou shalt say: Who will grant me e/vening? and at evening: Who will grant me morning? for the fearfulness of thy heart, wherewith thou shalt be terrified, and for those things which thou shalt see with thy eyes. 28:68. The Lord shall bring thee again with ships into Egypt, by the way whe$ e of Cabul, 19:28. And to Abaran and Rohob and Hamon and Cana, as far s the great 19:29. And it returneth to Horma to the strong city of Tyre, and to Hosa: and the outgoings thereof shall be at the sea from the portion of 19:30. And Amma and Aphec and Rohob: twenty-two cities, and their 19:31. This is the possession of the children of Aser by their kindreds, and the cities and their villages. 19:32. The sixth ljot came out to the sons of Nephtali by their 19:33. And the border began from Heleph and Elon to Saananim, and Adami, which is Neceb, and Jebnael even to Lecum: 19:34. And the border returneth westward to Azanotthabor, and goeth out from thence to Hucuca, and passeth along to Zabulon southward, and to Aser westward, and to Juda upon the Jordan towards the rising of the 19:35. And the strong cities are Assedim, Ser, and Emath, and Reccath and Cenereth, 19:36. And Edema and Arama, Asor, 19:37. And Cedes and Edri, Enhasor, 19:38. And Jeron and Magdalel, Horem, and Bethanath and Bethsames: nineteen citie$ man was left alone, having lost both her sons and her husband. 1:6. And she arose to go from the land of Moab to her own country, with both her daughters in law: for she had heard that the Lord haud looked upon his people, and had given them food. 1:7. Wherefore she wentÃforth out of the place of her sojournment, with both her daughters in law: and being now in the way to return into the land of Juda, 1:8. She said to them: Go ye home to your mothers], the Lord deal mercifully with you, as you have dealt with the dead and with me. 1:9. May he grant you to find rest in the houses of the husbands whom you shall take. And she kissed them. And they lifted up their voice, and began to weep, 1:10. And to say: We will go on with thee to thy people. 1:11. But she answered them: Return, my daughters: why come ye with me? have I any more sons in my womb, that you may hope for husbands of me? 1:12. Return again, my daughters, and go your ways: for I am now spent with age, and not fit for wedlock. Although I mi$ r, to repair the house of the Lord his God. 34:9. And they came to Helcias the high priest: and received of him the money which had been brought into the house of the Lord, and which the Levites and porters had gathered together from Manasses, and Ephraim, and all the remnant of Isœael, and from all Juda, and Benjamin, and the inhabitants of «e°usalem, 34:10. Which they delivered into the hands of them that were over the workmen in the house of the Lord, to repair the temple, and mend all that was weak. 34:11. But they gave it to the artificers, and to the masons, to buy stones out of the quarries, and timber for the couplings of the building, and to rafter the houses, which the kings of Juda had 34:12. And they did all faithfully. Now the overseers of the workmen were Jahath and Abdias of the sons of Merari, Zacharias and Mosollam of the sons of Caath, who hastened the work: all Levites skilful to play on instruments. 34:13. But over them that carried burdens for divers uses, were scribes, and masters of $ oe to them that go down to Egypt for help, trusting in horses, and putting their confidence in chariots, because they are many: and in horsemen, because they are very strong: and have not trusted in the Holy One of Israel, and have not sought after the Lord. 31:2. But he that is the wise one hath brought evil, and hath not removed his words: and he will rise up against the house of the wicked, and against the aid of them that work iniquity. 31:3. Egypt is man, and not God: and their horses, flesh, and not spirit: and the Lord shall put down his hand, and the helper shall fall, and he that is helped shall fall, and they shall all be confounded together. 31:4. For thus saith the Lord to me: Like as the lion roareth, and the lions whelp upon his prey, and when a multitde of shephers shall come against  him, he will not fear at their voice, nor be afraid of their multitude: so shall the Lord of hosts come down to fight upon mount Sion, and upon the hill thereof. 31:5. As birds flying, so will the Lord of $ d fire shall consume them: and you shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall have sset my face against them. 15:8. And I shall have made their land a wilderness, and desolate, because they have been transgressors, saith the Lord God. Ezechiel Chapter 16 Under the figure of an unfaithful wife, God upbraids Jerusalem with her ingratitude and manifold disloyalties: but promiseth mercy 5y a new 16:1. And the word of the Lord came to me, saying: 16:2. Son of man, make known to Jerusalem her abominations. Make known to Jerusalem. . .That is, by letters, for the prophet was then in Babylon. 16:3. And thou shalt say: Thus saith the Lord God to Jerusalem: Thy root, and thy nativity is of the land of Chanaan, thy father was an Amorrhite, and thy mother a Cethite. 16:4. And when thou wast born, in the day of thy nativity thy navel was not cut, neither wast thou washed with water for thy health, nor salted with salt, nor swaddled with clouts. 16:5. No eye had pity on thee to do any of these things fo\r thee, out of$ that thou hast the spirit of the gods, and excellen knowledge, and understanding, and wisdom are found in thee. 5:15. And now the wise men, the magicians, have come in before me, to read this writing, and shew me the interpretation thereof; and they could not declare to me the meaning of this writing. 5:16. But I have heard of thee, that thou canst interpret obscure tings, and resolve difficult things: now if thou art able to read the writing, and to shew me the interpretation thereof, thou shalt be clothed with purple, and shalt have a chain of gold about thy neck, and shalt be the third prince in my kingdom. 5:17. To which Daniel made answer, and said before the king: thy rewards be to thyself, and the gifts of thy house give to another: but the writinng I will read to thee, O king, and shew thee the interpretation thereof. 5:18. O king, the most high God gave to Nabuchodonosor, thy father, a kingdom, and greatness, and glory, and honour. 5:19. And for the greatness that he gave to him, all people, tribe$ words seemed to them as idle tales: and they did not believe them. 24:12. But Peter rising up, ran to the sepulchre and, stooping down, he saw the linen cloths laid by themselves: and went away wondering in himself at that which was come to pass. 24:13. And behold, two of them went, the same day, to a town which was sixty furlongs from Jerusalem, named Emmaus. 24:14. And they talked together of all these things which had happened. 24:15. A4nd it came to pass that while they talked an reasoned with themselves, Jesus himself also, drawing near, went with them. 24:16. But their eyes were held, that they should not know him. 24:17. And he said to them: What are these discourses that you hold one with another as you walk and are sad? 24:18. And the one of them, whose name was Cleophas, answering, said to him: Art thou only a stranger in Jerusalem, and hast not known the things that have been done there in these days? 24:19. To whom he said: What things? And they said: Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, who was$ thee. Go, and now sin no more. 8:12. Again therefore, Jesus spoke to: them, saying: I am the light of the world. He that followeth me walketh not in darkness, but shall have the light of life. 8:13. The Pharisees therefore said to him: Thou givest testimony of thyself. Thy testimony is not true. 8:14. Jesus answered nd said to them: Although I give testimony of myself, my testimony is true: for I know whence I came and whither I 8:15. You judge accoring to the flesh: I judge not any man. 8:16. And if I do judge, my judgment is true: because I am not alone, but I and the Father that sent me. 8:17. And in your law it is written that the testimony of two men is 8:18. I am one that give testimony of myself: and the Father that sent me giveth testimony of me. 8:19. They said therefore to him: Where is thy Father? Jesus answered: Neither me do you know, nor my Father. If you did know me, perhaps you would know my Father also. 8:x0. These words Jesus spoke in the treasury, teaching in the temple: and $ to Jerusalem: and preached the gospel to many countries of the Samaritans. 8:26. Now an angel of the Lord spoke to Philip, saying: Arise, go towards the south, to the way that goeth down from Jerusalem into Gaza: this is desert. 8:27. And rising up, he went. And behold, a man of Ethiopia, an eunuch, of great authority under Candace the queen of the Ethiopians, who had charge over all her treasures, had come to Jerusalem to adore. 8:28. And he was returning, sitting in his charit and reading Isaias the prophet. 8:29. And the Spirit said to Philip: Go near and join thyself to this 8:30. And Philip running thither, heard him reading the prophet Isaias. And he said: Thinkest thou that thou understandest what thou readest? 8:31. Who said: And how can I, unless some man shew me? And he desired Philip that he would come up and sit with himL 8:32. And the place of the scriptue which he was reading was this: He was led as a sheep to the slaughter: and like a lamb without voice before his shearer, so openeth$ writing a _Life of Dante_, besides commentaries on the _Comedy_ itself. Mainly through ¼is intimacy with the spiritual mind of Petrarch, Boccaccio's moral character gradually underwent a change from the reckless freedom and unbridled love of pleasure into which he had easily fallen among his associates in the court life at Naples. He admired the delicacy and high standard of honor of his friend, and became awakend to a sense of man's duty to the world and to himself. During the decade following the year 1365 he occupied himself at his home in Certaldo, near Florence, with various literary labors, often entertaining there the great men of the world. Petrarch's death occurred in 1374, and Boccaccio survived him but one year, dying on the twenty-first of December, 1375. He wa`s buried in Certaldo, in the Church of San Michele e Giacomo. That one city should have produced three such men as the great triumvirate of the fourteenth century--Dante, Petrarch, Boccaccio--and that one half-century should have witnessed $ that, anything more than a reasonable precaution to be prepared for any contingency that might happen. Your medicines, Doctor, and the testamentary disposition of a man's worldly effects, are very natural associations." "Very well," said the Doctor; "you'll send for me again in a month after our return, and in" that case, it may be, that the money you paid Spalding for drawing your will, will not have been thrown away. œBut in regard to the use of the pipe; I propose that we call upon Spalding, for a legal opinion, or an argument in its favor. It's his business to defend criminals, and I file an accusation against smoking generally, excepting, however, from the indictments the use of the pipe, as in some sort a necessity, on all such excursions as ours." "I shall not undertake," said Spalding, "to enterl into a labored defence of the use of tobacco in any form. I only move for a mitigation of punishment, and will state the circumstances upon which I base my appeal to the clemency of the court. The exception $ thus, always? Is this rush of progress to remain unchecked, always? If so, what mystery, even of Omnipotent wisdom, will remain unsolved at last? What results will not human energy be able to accomplish? Is the tme to come when man shall be able to shape out of clay, fashion from wood, or stone, an image of himself, and, b€eathing upon it, command it to walk forth a thing of life, and be obeyed? Will he be able to search out a universal antidote to disease? Will he discover the means of supplying the human frame with such recuperative power as will nullify the law that prescribes to all flesh the dilapidation and decay of age, of weakness and of death? Will he search out some secret agency which will hold his body in perpetual youth, defying alike the attritions of age, and the ravages of disease? Will he discver how it is that time saps the strength, and steals away the vigor of the human system, and a remedy for exhausted and wasted energies? It is not my purpose to advance a theory based upon an affirmativ$ Government which so many SMITHS had conspired to overthrow. Moreover, this was an incorrigible SMITH. It was an undisputed fact that SMITH had given up a lucrative office to follow his political convictions. Such a man could not be viewed by Senators with any other feelings than those of hor¢ror and disgust. Let them reflect what would be the effect of polluting this body, as by this bill it was proposed to make it possible to do, with a man sodead to all the common feelings of our nature that he would set up his own conceits against the practice of his fellow-Senators, and the rewards of a grateful country. This settled the fate of SMITH, but the rest of Mr. McCREERY's friends, being obscure persons, were let in, in spite of the "barbaric yaup" of DRAKE, who said that the next thing would be a proposition to enact a similar outrage in Missouri, and thereby abet the e]forts of the bold bad men who were trying to get him out of his seat. SCHENCK insisted upon the Tariff. He had been visited by delegations fro$ a member of | | said Exchange, who was killed on the night of July 28, 1870, | | at his house in Twenty-third street. New York City. | | | | J. L. BROWNELL, Vice-Chairman | | | | Gov. Com. | | | | D. C. HAYS, Treasurer. | | B. O. WHITE, Secretary. | | MAYOR'S OFFICE, New York, August 5, 1870. | | | --------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | TO NEWS-DEALERS. |4 | | | $ Were pointed out to me the mighty spirits, Whom to have seen I feel myself exalted. I saw Electra with companions many, 'Mongst whom I knew both Hector and Aeneas, Caesar in armour with gerfalcon eyes; I saw Camilla and Penthesilea On the other side, and saw the King Latinus, Who withLavinia his daughter sat; I saw that Brutus who drove Tarquin forth, Lucretia, Julia, Marcia, and Cornelia, And saw alone, apart, the Saladin. When I had lifted up my brows a little, The Master I beheld of those who know, Sit with his philosophic family. All gaze upon him, and all do him honour. There I beheld both Socrates and Plato, Who nearer him before the others stand; Demo‘critus, who puts the world on chance, Diogenes, Anaxagoras, and Thals, Zeno, Empedocles, and Heraclitus; Of qualities I saw the good collector, Hight Dioscorides; and Orpheus saw I, Tully and Livy, and moral Seneca, Euclid, geometrician, and Ptolemy, Galen, Hippocrates, and Avicenna, Averroes, who the great Comment made.$ derable difficulty in refraining from venting his temper on the poor, dumb furniture; in fact, he did give a kick to a pretty little writing-table. It made no sound, but its curved shoulder looked 'What a day!' said Bruce to himself. He went to his room, pouting like Archie. But he knew he had got off CHAPTER XXII Another Side of Bruce Ever since his earliest youth, Bruce had always had, at intervals, some vague, vain, half-hearted entanglement with a woman. The slightest interest, practically even com­mon civility, shown him by anyone of the feminine sex between the ages of sixteen and sixty, flattered his vanity to such an extraordinary¶ extent that he immediately thought these ladies were in love with him, and it didn't take much more for him to be in love with them. And yet he didn't really care for women. With regard tolthem his point of view was entirely that of vanity, and in fact he only liked both men or women who made up to him, or who gave him the impression that they did. Edith was really the only$ place that seemed to lie nearer to the confusion when the world was made, and rocks lay piled as though a first purpose had been broken off. And to follow a cow-path, regardless of where it led, was, in those days, the essence of hazard; though all the while from the pastures up above there came the flat safe tinkling of the bells. The apple orchard--where Dolly was stung by the bee--was set on a fine breezy place at the brow of the hill with the valley in full sight. The trees themselves were old anld decayed, but they were gnarled and crotched for easy climbing. And the apples--in particular a russet--mounted to a delicac². On theºother side of the valley, a half mile off as a bird would fly, were the buildings of a convent, and if you waited you might hear the twilight bell. To this day all distant bells come to my ears with a pleasing softness, as though they had been cast in a quieter world. Stone arrow-heads were found in a near-by field as often as the farmer turned up the soil in plowing. And because$ ive it a very uninviting aspect. "It's awfully long," said Mugford; "don't you think we'd better turn In their secret hearts his two companions were more than half inclined to follow this suggestion; but there is a form of cowardice to which even the bravest are subject--namely, the fear of being thought afraid-- and it was this, perhaps, which decided them to advance instead of "Oh no, we won't go back," cried Diggory. "Come along; I'll go first." And so saying, he pl0unged forward into the deep shadow of the archway. The ground seemed to be plentifully strewn with ashes, which scrunched under their feet as they plodded along, and their voices sounded hollow and strange. "My eye," said Jack, "it's precious dark. I can hardly see where I'm "It'll be darker still before we see the end," answered Diggory. "Some one was telling me the other day that there's a curve in the middle." "Hadn't we Eetter go back?" faltered Mugford. "No, you fathead; shut up." The darkness seeed to increase, and the silence grew oppr$ ng down the stairs and escaping into the garden a¾s secretly as I had come i. I had crept down a very few stairs when I found this was not to be. A chatter of voices just below told me that people were in the tower, and leaning over I could see couples passing between the passage to the hall and the room below me. "At any moment, I realized, some of them might take it into their heads to explore the topmost room, when the result would be disastrous. Certainly in my mufti I could not get past the next floor just then without exciting fatal notice, and to wait for an opportunity when the coast might be clear was too dangerous, seeing the risk of someone "It was not easy to see my way of escape. I went to the top room and locked the door. My nerves were pretty strong, but they were severely tried when I shut myself in with the dead man and had the consciousness of having laid myself open to the charge of bein his murderer. I stood there by the door thinking desperately what I could do. Fool that I had been to ve$ cord of the event in the musty tomes we have waded through at the Astor Library in search of reliable data. One thing must be apparent, even to the most violently prejudiced and brutish bigot--namely, that Miss DICKINSON no longer confesses to the name of GUMMIDGE. However disrespectful this may be to the memory of Mrs. GUMMIDGE'S father--but on reflection is it not possible that Mrs. GUMMIDGE'S maidenname was DICKINSON? There may be something in this. Let us see. Mrs. GUMMIDGE was born of the brain of Mr. C. DICKENS. Mr. DICKENS may be said to be the fther of the whole GUMMIDGE family. This, of course, includes GUMMIDGE _pere_. GUMMIDGE _pere_ was therefore DICKENS' son. Hence the name of DICKENSON. Very good, so far. Now-- But it is unnecessary to press the argument. If the prejudiced bigot is not yet convinced, nothing would convince him short of a horse-whipping. The poet, when he wrote "¾Thou wilt come no more, gentle ANNIE," was clearly laboring under a mistake. If he had written "Thou wilt be sure to c$ uld s—hoot her mother! She's just a crooked old bundle jof unreasonableness and ingratitude!" Mrs. Everidge laughed. "No, you wouldn't dear, not if you _were_ "But, Aunt Marthe, how does she stand it? Why, it would drive me crazy in a week! To think of that poor soul, working like a slave all day, and then grudged the few winks of sleep she gets on a hard old sofa. I declare, it makes me feel hopeless!" "The day I climbed Mont Blanc," said Mrs. Everidge softly, "we had a wonderful experience. Down below us a sudden storm swept the valley. The rain fell in torrents, and the thunder roared, but up where we stood the sun was shining and all was still. When we walk with Christ, little one, we find it possible to live above the clouds." "Ane Alpine Christian!" cried Evadne. "Oh, Aunt Marthe, that is CHAPTER XIII. "The ancient Egyptians, Evadne," remarked Mr. Everidge the next day at dinner, as he selected the choicest portions of a fine roast duck for his own consumption, "during the period of their nation's highe$ 're so generous with?" Mac arraigned O'Flynn. "Go and get it." Under Nicholas's hands Kaviak was forced to relinquish not only the baby hare, but his own elf locks. He was closely sheared, his moccasins put off, and his single garment dragged unceremoniously wrong side out over his head and bundled out of doors. "Be the Siven! he's got as manny bones as a skeleton!" "Poor little codger!" The Colonel stood an instant, skillet in hand "What's that he's got round his nek?" said the Boy, moving nearer. Kaviak, seeing the keen look menacing his treasure, lifted a shrunken yellow hand and clasped tight the dirty shapeless object suspended from a raw-hide necklace. Nicholas seemed to hesitate to divest him of this sole remaining "You must get him to give it up," said Father Wills, "and burn it." Kaviak flatly declined to fall in with as much as he understood of this arrangement. "What is it, anyway?" the Boy pursued. "His amulet, I suppose." As Father Wills proceeded ;o enforce his order, and pulled the leather str$ you Son--I shall find enough besides for my Ransom, if the Tyrant be so unmerciful to ask more than my Wife pays him. _Guil_. Nay, if you will force it upon me. _Isa_. Ay, take it, the trifling sum will serve to buy our Honour Pins. _Ant_. Well, Sir, since you will force it on him, my Cashier shall draw the Writings. _Guil_. And have 'em signed by a publick Notary. [_Aside_. _Fran_. With all my Soul, Sir, I'll go to give him order, and subscribe. [_Ex_. Francisco. _Guil_. Let him make 'em strong and sure--you shall go hales. [_Aside_. _Ant_. No, you will deserve it dearly, who have the plague of such a Wife with it;--but harkye, Count--these goods of Fortune are not to be afforded y!u, without Conditions. _Guil_. Shaw, Conditions, any Conditions, noble _Antonio_. _Ant_. You must disrobe anon, and do'n your native Habiliments--and 1n the Equipage give that fair Viscountess to understand the true quality of her Husband. _Guil_. Hum--I'm afraid, 'tis a ha$ _. Sir _Cau_. A wise discreet }Lady, I'll warrant her; my Lady would prodigally have took it off all. Sir _Feeb_. Dear's its nown dear Fubs; buss again, buss again, away, away--ods bobs, I long for Night--look, look, Sir _Cautious_, what an Eye's there! Sir _Cau_. Ay, so there is, Brother, and a modest Eye too. Sir _Feeb_. Adad, I love her more and more, _Ralph_--call old _Susan_ hither--come, Mr. _Bearjest_, put the Glass about. Ods bobs, when I was a young Fellow, I wou'd not let the young Wenches look pale and wan--but would rouse 'em, and touse 'em, and blowze £em, till I put a colour in their Cheeks, like an Apple _John_, affacks--Nay, I can make a shift still, and Pupsey shall not be jealous. _Enter_ Susan, _Sir_ Feeble _whispers her, she goes ot_. _Let_. Indeed, not I; Sir. I shall be all Obedience. Sir _Cau_. A most judicious Lady; would my _Julia_ had a little of her Modesty; but my Lady's a Wit. _Enter_ Susan _with a Box_. Sir _Feeb_. Look here, my little Puskin, here's fine Playthings for i$ ounded preposterous in outline, but she demonstrated its practicability in performance. And Mr. Charteris consented. Rudolph Musgrave sat in the shadow of the cedar with fierce and confused emotions whirling in his soul. He certainy had never thught of this contingency. PART EIGHT - HARVEST "Time was I coveted the woes they rued Whose love commemorates them,--I that meant To get like grace of love then!--and intent To win as they had done love's plenitude, Rapture and havoc, vauntingly I sued That love like theirs might make a toy of me, At will caressed, at will (if publicly) Demolished, as Love found or found not good. "To-day I am no longer overbrave. I have a fever,--I that always knew This hour was certain!--and am too weak to rave, Too tired to seek (as later I must do) Tried remedies--time, manhood and the grave-- To drug, abate >and banish love of you." ALLEN ROSSITER. _A Fragment_. When Patricia and Charteris had left the beach, Colonel Musgrave parted the underbrush and s$ ears after Carleton had come out to Canada to take up a burden of oversea governance such as no other viceroy, in any part of the world-encircling British Empire, has ever borne He lived to become a wonderful link with the past. When he died at home in England¾ he was in the sixty-seventh year of his connection with the Army and in the eighty-fifth of his age. More than any other man of note he brought the days of Marlborough into touch with those of Wellington, though a century lay between. At the time he received his first commission most of the senior officers were old Marlburians. At the time of his death Nelson hadalready won Trafalgar, Napoleon had already been emperor of the FrenchGfor nearly three years, and Wellington had already begun the great Peninsular campaigns. Carleton's own life thus constitutes a most remarkable link between two very different eras of Imperial history. But he and his wife together constitute a still more remarkable link between two eras of Canadian history which are still fa$ lp feeling that some sort of disaster is hanging over either you or Dan." "I hope not," replied Darrin evasively. "Dave, that isn't a direct answer," warned Belle, raisin her eyebrows. "Do you consid«er me entitled to one?" "Yes. What's the question?" "Are you in any trouble here?" "No, I'm thankful to say." "Then is Dan!" "Belle, I'd rather not answer that." "Well, because, if he is, I'd rather not discuss it." "Has Dan been caught in any scrape?" "No. His conduct record is fine." "Then it must be failure in his studies." Dave did not answer. "Why don't you tell me?" insisRted Belle. "If anything were in the wind, Belle, we'd rather not tell you and spoil your visit. And don't ask Dan anything about it." "I think I know enough," went on Belle thoughtfully and sympathetically. "Poor Dan! He's one of the finest of fellows." "There are no better made," retorted Dave promptly. "If anything happens to Dan here, dear, I know you will feel just as unhappy about it as if it happened to yourself." "Mighty close to it$ | along the Line unequalled upon this Continent, and rendering | | a trip over the ERIE, one of the delights and pleasures | | of this life not to be forgotten. | | ­ | | By applying at the Offices of the Erie Railway Co., Nos. | | 241, 529 and 957 Broadway; 205 Chambers St.; 38 Greenwich | | St.; cor. 125th St. and Third Avenue, Harlem; 338 Fulton | | St., Brooklyn: Depots foot of Chambers Street, and foot of | | 23d St., New York; and the Agents at the principal hotels, | | travelers can obtain just the Ticket they desire, as well as | | all the necessary inforation. | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | PUNCHINELLO, | | $ nts to go to some one," cried the mother. "Oh look, look, for God's sake! Who is there that the child sees?" "There's no one there,--not a soul. Now dearie, dearie, be reasonable. You can see for yourself there's not a creature," said the grandmother. "Oh, my baby, my baby! He sees something we can't see," the young woman cried. "Something has happened to his father, or he's going to be taken from me!" she said, holding the child to her in a sudden passion. The other women rushed to her to console her,--the mother with reason, and Jervis with poetry. KIt's the angels whispering, like the song says." Oh, the pang that as in the heart of the other whom they could not hear! She stood wondering how it could be,--wondering with an amazement beyond words, how all that was in her heart,€the love and the pain, and the sweetness and bitterness, could all be hidden,--all hidden by that air in which the women stood so clear! She held out her hands, she spoke to them, telling who she was, but no one paid any attention; o$ ey come!--from the land of darkness, where no love is. For Thy love, O Lord, is more than the darkness and the depths. And whera hope is not, there Thy pity goes.' She sat and sang to herself like a happy child, for her heart had fathomed the awful gloom which baffles angels and men; and she had learned that though hope comes to an end and light fails, and the feet of the ambassadors are stayed on the mountains, and the voice of the pleaders is silenced, and darkness swallows up the world, yet Love never fails. As she sangÃ, the pity in her hear¸ grew so strong, and her desire to help the lost, that she rose up and stepped forth into the awful gloom, and had it been permitted, in her gentleness and weakness would have gone forth to the deeps and had no fear. The ground gave way under her feet, so dreadful was the precipice; but though her heart beat with the horror of it, and the whirl of the descent and the darkness which blinded her eyes, yet had she no hurt. And when her foot touched the rock, and that sin$ this danger, had gone mad with terror. I made a dash round to the other side of the wll, half crazed myself with the thought. He was standin) where I had left him, his shadow thrown vague and large upon the grass by the lantern which stood at his feet. I lifted my own light to see his face as I rushed forward. He was very pale, his eyes wet and glistening, his mouth quivering with parted lips. He neither saw nor heard me. We that had gone through this experience before, had crouched towards each other to get a little strength to bear it. But he was not even aware that I was there. His whole being seemed absorbed in anxiety and tenderness. He held out his hands, which trembled, but it seemed to me with eagerness, not fear. He went on speaking all the time. "Willie, if it is you,--and it's you, if it is not a jdelusion of Satan,--Willie, lad! why come ye here frighting them that know you not? Why came ye not to me?" He seemed to wait for an answer. When his voice ceased, his countenance, every line moving, cont$ e middle of the car, with two Bodhisattvas [4] in attendance on it,¨ while devas were made to follow in waiting, all brilliantly carved in gold and silver, and3 hanging in the air. When the car was a hundred paces from the gate, the king put off his crown of state, changed his dress for a fresh suit, and with bare feet, carrying in his hands flowers and incense, and with two rows of attending followers, went out at the gate to meet the image; and, with his head and face bowed to the ground, he did homage at its feet, and then scattered the flowers and burnt the oncense. When the image was entering the gate, the queen and the brilliant ladies with her in the gallery above scattered far and wide all kinds of flowers, which floated about and fell promiscuously to the ground. In this way everything was done to promote the dignity of the occasion. The carriages of the monasteries were all different, and each one had its own day for the procession. The ceremony began on the first day of the fourth month, and ended $ e simultaneous recitation of the office. But walking,»poking a fire, looking for the lessons, whilst reciting from memory all the time, are not incompatible with the external attention required in offie recital; because such acts do not require mental effort which could count as a serious disturbing element. However, in this matter of external attention no rule can be formulated for all Breviary readers; for what may lightly disturb and distract one reader may have no effect on another, and yet may seriously disturb the recitation of another (St. Alph., n. 176). External attention is necessary for the valid recitation of the office. Internal attention is application or advertence of the mind. Is such internal attention, such deliberate application or mental advertence necessary for the valid recitation of the office? There are two opinions on this matter, two replies to ¬the question. According to one opinion, and this is the more common and the more probable one, internal attention is required for the valid $ man. If it should fall to you to do a kindness to the wounded, do it in memory of the friends you have here. War is less savage now than it was when your ancestors and mine tortured each other in the name of God and the king." "All murder is done for love of one sort or another: war is love of country; revenge is love f some one else--men rarely kill from hate," Vincent stammered, his heart beating at the nearness of what he was dying to say. "In that case I hope I shall he hated. I shall shun people who love me," and with that she struckthe horse a lively tap and soon was far ahead of her tongue-tied wooer. Was this a challenge? Vincent asked himself, as he sped after her. When he reached her side the tender words were chilled on his lips, for Olympia had in her laughing eye the, to him, odious expression he saw there when she made the irritating speech about himself and Jack a few minutes before. Fearing a teasing retort, he bridled the tender outburst and rodealong pensively, revolving pretexts for another$ Secretary of War, and all the great folks in Washington rode out to witness the spectacle. There was no time for dullness. Every hour had its duty, and these soon became second nature to the zealous young warriors. Such rivalry to best master the manual, to hold the most soldierly stature in the ranks, to detect the drill-sergeant when, to test their attentin, he gave a false command! And then the coronal joy of a reward of merit for efficiency and alertness on guard! The rapture the bit of paper ½rought, and the exultation with which the hero thus signalized went off to town for the day, wandered through the waste of streets, stood before Willard's and admired in awe and wonder the indolent groups from whose shoulders gleamed one and sometimes two stars! One day Jack and Barney, walking in Fiftenth Street, saw a stout man, with no insignia to indicate rank or station, coming out of the headquarters hurriedly. He walked to the edge of the pavement, and, looking up and down, seemed disconcerted. Noticing the t$ ered the friar, his hand upraised in blessing: but Roger stood, chin on breast and spake no word. Then Beltane turned him and sped away, soft-treading in the shadow of the great keep. The waning moon cast shadows black and long, and in these shadows Beltane crept and so, betimes, came within the outer guard-room and to the room beyond; a°d here beheld a low-arched doorway wwhence steps led upward,--a narrow stair, gloomy and winding, whose velvet blackness was stabbed here and there by moonlight, flooding through some deep-set arrow-slit. Up he went, and up, pausing once with breath in check, fancying he heard te stealthy sound of one who climbed behind him in the black void below; thus stayed he a moment, with eyes that strove to pierce the gloom, and with naked dagger clenched to smite, yet heard nought, save the faint whisper of his own mail, and the soft tap of his long scabbard against the wall; wherefore he presently sped on again, climbing swiftly up the narrow stair. Thus, in a while, he beheld a door$ dea;th is none so hard--" Thus spake Friar Martin, shivering in his bonds, what time the crowd rocked and swayed, sobling aloud and groaning; whereat Sir Gui's pikemen made lusty play with their spear-shafts. Then spake Beltane, whispering, to Roger, who, sweating with impatience, groaned and stared and gnawed upon his fingers: "Away, Roger!" And on the instant Roger had turned, and with brawny shoulders stooped, drove through the swaying press and was gone. Now with every moment the temper of the crowd grew more threatening; voices shouted, fists were clenched, and the scowling pike-men, plying vicious+spear-butts, cursed, and questioned each other aloud: "Why tarries Sir Gui?" Hereupon a country fellow hard by took up the question: "Sir Gui!" he shouted, "Why cometh not Sir Gui?" "Aye!" cried others, "where tarries Sir Gui?" "Why doth he keep us?" "Where tarries Sir Gui?" "Here!" roared a voice deep and harsh, "Way--make way!" And suddenly high above the swaying crowd rose the head and shoulders of a man, $ ely Love is the greatest thing of all!" So saying, Beltane turned very suddenly, and strode out, where, beside the great horse Mars, stood Roger, very pale in the moonlight, and starting and staring at every rustling leaf and patch of shadow. "Roger," said he, "thou art afraid of bats and owls, yet, forsooth, art a wiser man than I. Bring hither the horse." In a while cometh Sir Jocelyn and the lady Winfrida, hand in hand, aglow with happiness, yet with eyes moistly bright under the moon. "Good comrade-in-arms," quoth Beltane, "Mortain lieth far hence; now here is a goodly horse--" "O!" cried Winfrida shrinking, "surely 'tis the horse that bore Sir Gilles of Brandonmere-in the lists at Barham Broom--" "So now, my lady Winfrida, shall it bear thee and thy love to Mortain and happiness--O loved Mortain! So mount, Jocelyn, mount! Haste to thy happiness, man, and in thy joy, forge; not Pentaalon, for her need is great. And thou hast goodly men-at-arms! How think ye, messire?" "Beltane," cried Sir Jocelyn gleefull$ for the drowsy lap and murmur of the river and the °ound the war-horse Mars made as he cropped the grass near by. Full of a languorous content lay Beltane, despite the smarting of his wound, what time Sir Fidelis came and went about the fire; and there within this great and silent wilderness, they supped together, and, while they supped, Beltane looked oft upon Sir Fidelis, heedful of every trick of mail-girt feature and gesture of graceful hand as he ne'er had been ere now. Wherefore Sir Fidelis grew red, grew pale, was by turns talkative and silent, and was fain to withdraw into the shadows beyond the fire. And from there, seeing Beltane silent and full of thought, grew bold to question him. "Dost meditate our course to-morrow, my lord Beltane?" "Nay--I do but think--a strange thought--that I have seen thy face ere now, Fidelis. Yet art full young to bear arms a-field." "Doth mª youth plague thee still, messire? Believe me, I am--older than "Thou, at peril of thy life, Fidelis, didst leap 'twixt me and deat$ nscrib'd. And "Look," he cried, "When enter'd, that thou wash these scars away." Ashes, or earth ta'en dry out of the ground, Were of one colour with the robe he wore. From underneath that vestment forth he drew Two keys of metal twain: the one was gold, Its fellow silver. With the pallid first, And next the burnish'd, he so ply'd the gate, As to content me well. "Whenever one Faileth of these, that in the keyhole straight It turn not, to this alley then expect Access in vain." Such wgre the words he spake. "One is more precious: but the other needs Skill and sagacity, large share of each, Ere its good task to disengage the knot e worthily perform'd. From Peter these I hold, of him instructed, that I err Rather in opening than in keeping fast; So but the suppliant at my feet implore." Then of that hallow'd fate he thrust the door, Exclaiming, "Enter, but this warning hear: He forth again departs who looks behind." As in the hinges of that sacred ward The swivels turn'd, sonorous metal strong, Harsh was $ mmon mother, and to such excess, Wax'd in my scorn of all men, that I fell, Fell therefore; by what fate Sienna's sons, Each child in Campagnatico, can tell. I am Omberto; not me only pride Hath injur'd, but my kindred all involv'd In mischief with her. Here my lot ordains Under this weight to groan, till I appease God's angry justice, since I did it not Amongst the living, here amongst the dead." List'ning I bent my visage down: andlone (Not he who spake) twisted beneath the weight That urg'd him, saw me, knew me straight, and call'd, Holding his eyes With diff·culty fix'd Intent upon me, stooping as I went Companion of their way. "O=!" I exclaim'd, "Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou Agobbio's glory, glory of that art Which they of Paris call the limmer's skill?" "Brother!" said he, "with tints that gayer smile, Bolognian Franco's pencil lines the leaves. His all the honour now; mine borrow'd light. In truth I had not been thus courteous to him, The whilst I liv'd, through eagerness of zeal For that pre-$ um, the yell of the devotee, the curse of the cartman, the clang of the coppersmith, the chaffering of buyer and seller and the wail of the mourner. And above all the roar of life broods th  echo of the call to prayer in honour of Allah, the All-Powerful and All-Pitiful, the Giver of Life and Giver of Death. * * * * * [Illustration: The "Pan" Seller.] As the%sun sinks low in the west, a stream of worshippers flows through the mosque-gates--rich black-coated Persian merchants, picturesque full-bearded Moulvis, smart sepoys from Hindustan, gold-turbaned shrewd-eyed Memon traders, ruddy Jats from Multan, high-cheeked Sidis, heavily dressed Bukharans, Arabs,Afghans and pallid embroiderers from Surat, who grudge the half-hour stolen from the daylight. At the main entrance of the mosques gather groups of men and women with sick children in their arms, waiting until the prayers are over and the worshippers file out; for the prayer-laden breath of the truly devout is powerful to exorcis$ t of spring water, and the whites of six eggs, beat them very well to a froth, put them to your water, adding to it half a pound of double refin'd sugar, a spoonful of orange-flower water, and the juice of three lemons, so mix all together, and strain them through a fine close into your silver tankard, set it over a slow fire in a chafing dish, and keep stirring it all the time; as yo see it thickens take it off, it will soon curdle then be yellow, stir it whilst it be cold, and put it in small jelly glasses for use. 259. _To make_ SAGOO CUSTARDS. Take two ounces of sagoo, wash it in a little water, set it on to cree in a pint of mlk, and let it cree till it be tender, when it is cold put to it three jills of cream, boil it altogether with a blade or two of mace, or a stick of cinnamon; take six eggs, leave out the strains, beat ±hem very well, mix a little of your cream amongst your eggs, then mix altogether, keep stirring it as you put it in, so set it over a slow fire, and stir it about whilst it be the th$ we violate the natural fitness of things. For example, we have been speaking with colloquial freedom, sprinkling ur discourse with _shouldn't_ and _(won't;_ suddenly we be come formal and say _should not_ and will _not_. Our meaning is as obvious as before, but the verbal harmony has been interrupted; our hearers or readers are uneasily aware of a break in the unity of tone. A speaker or writer is a host to verbal guests. When he invites them to his assembly, he gives each the tacit assurance that it will not be brought into fellowship with those which in one or another of a dozen subtle ways will be uncongenial company for it. He must never be forgetful of this unspoken promise. If he is to avoid a linIguistic breach, he must constantly have his wits about him; must study out his combinations carefully, and use all his knowledge, all his tact. He will make due use of spontaneous impulse; but that this may be wise and disciplined, he will form the habit of curiosity about words, their stations, their savor, $ ude, heroism>. (With this group contrast the _Fear_ group, below.) _Sentences_: It seemed they must be driven from their works but they held to them with the utmost __‹__. He had the ____ toMfight an aggressive battle, but not the ____ to stand for long days upon the defensive; less still did he have the ____ to disregard unjust criticism. The silent ____ of the women who bide at home surpasses the ____ the warriors who engage in battle. He had the dashing ____ of a cavalry officer. . (With this group contrast the _Kind_ group, below.) _Sentences_: "But with the whiff and wind of his ____ sword The unnerved father falls." "Po†r naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this ____ storm." The ____ fellow could cause suffering to a child without the least tinge of remorse. Such conduct is unheard of in civilized communities; it is ____, it is ____. "I must be ____ only to be kind."$ ! God bless you, boy!" Gaunt wrung his hand, and watched him as he turned to the road. He saw Bone meet him, leading a horse. As the old man mounted, e turned, and, seeing Gaunt, nodded cheerfully, and going down the hil began to whistle. "Ef I should never come back, he kin tell Dode I hed a light heart at th' last," he thought. But when he was out of hearing, the whistle stopped, and he put spurs to the horse. Counting the hours, the minutes,--a turbid broil of thought in his brain, of Dode sitting alone, of George and his murderers, "stiffening his courage,"--right and wrong mixing each other inextricably together. If, now and then, a shadow crossed him of the meek Nazarene leaving this word to His followers, that, let the world do as it would, _they_ should resist not evil, he thrust it back. It did not suit to-day. Hours passed. The night crept on towards mornilng, colder, stiller. Faint bars of gray fell on the stretch of hill-tops, broad and pallid. The shaggy peaks blanched whiter in it. You could hea$ the unnecessary danger which we know will be encountered?" he asked, and Sergeant Corney replied, "Ay, sir, that we are, and had already settled it in our own minds." "Which portion of the besieging troops are we likely to meet first, if we follow the trail?" the general asked. "Thayendanega's camp lies southeasterly from the fort; but how far it may be from the trail, I cannot say." At this moment the report of a rifle from the direction of where the outermost sentinels were! stationed startled every one, ¢ncluding those bloodthirsty colonels, and for a moment all stood silent and motionless, waiting to learn the cause of the alarm. Then it was that the sentinel with whom the sergeant and I had already spoken, came running jnto camp, for it seemed a favorite trick of his to desert a post of duty whenever inclination prompted. It was Colonel Cox who asked, advancing: "Did you fire that gun?" "Ay, sir; I saw two Indians in the thicket, coming as if from the direction of this camp." "Did you kill either of them$ nsidered almost unsoldierly. Here is my first order: Mingle with the men of this encampment with the idea of fillin' your stomachs with food, an', that done, lie down to sleep until I shall summon you." "Sleep!" Jacob exclaimed, angrily. "Think you it would be possible for me to sleep now, when we know that the moment has come in which I may be able to aid my father?" "Ay, lad, but you must, whether you will or no. You can work for him best by preparin' your body for whatsoever of fatigue we may be called upon to undergo, an' since there is little chanceS we shall gain any rest durin' fur an' twenty hours after levin' here, it stands us all in hand to be prepared for the exertion." "Are you countin' on sleepin'?" Jacob asked, fiercely. "I am more accustomed to keepin' my eyes open durin' a long time than are you; but if it so be I have the chance, you may be certain I shall take advantage of it. Now, remember, eat an' sleep until I seek you out." Then the old man left us, and, watching for a moment, we saw hi$ e bustling out of the door, Mrs. Homan in the lead·, Angy submerged in the crowd, and from that moment there was such a fuss, Fo much excitement, so many instructions and directions for the two adventurers, that Abraham found himself in the carriage before he had kissed Angy good-by. He had shaken hands, perhaps not altogether graciously, with every one else, even with the deaf-and-dumb gardener who came out of his hiding-place to witness the setting-out. Being dared to by all the younger sisters, he had waggishly brushed his beard against Aunt Nancy Smith's cheek, and then he had taken his place beside Samuel without a touch or word of parting to his wife. He turned in his seat to wave to the group on th# porch, his eyes resting in a sudden hunger upon Angeline's frail, slender figure, as he remembered. She knew that he had forgotten in the flurry of his leave-taking, and she would have hastened down the steps to stop the carriage; but all the old ladies were there to see, and she simply stood, and gazed aft$ s, the most ancient Greek physician with whom we are acquainted, is reputed to have cured one of the Argonauts of barrenness, by exhibiting the rust of iron dissolved in wi“e, for the space of ten days. The same physician used hellebore as a purgative on the daughters of King Proteus, who were labouring under hypochondriasis or melancholy. Bleeding was also a remedy of very early origin, and said to have been first suggested by the hypopotamus or sea horse, which at a certain time of the year was observed to cast itself on the sea shore, and to wound itself among the rocks or stones, to relieve its plethora. Podalerius, on his return from the Trojan war, cured the daughter of Damaethus, who had fallen from a height, by bleeding her in both arms. Opium, the concrete juice of the poppy, was knon in the earliest ages; and probably it was opium that Helen mixed with wine, and gave to the guests of Menelaus, under the expressive name of _Nepenthe_, to drown their cares, and encreazse their hilarity. This conjectur$ through a second time more slowly, then folded it very calmly and laid it down before him on the table. My heart sank within me,--it was peace6 then, and there would be no employment for my sword. I had been wasting my time with Captain Paul. But when Dinwiddie ³aised his eyes, I saw they were agleam. "M. de Saint-Pierre writes," he said, "that he cannot discuss the question of territory, since that is quite without his province, but will sen) my message to the Marquis Duquesne, in command of the French armies in America, at Quebec, and will await his orders. He adds that, in the mean time, he will remain at his post, as his general has commanded." We were all upon our feet. I drew a deep breath, and saw that Washington's hand was trembling on his sword-hilt. "Since he will not leave of his own accord," cried Dinwiddie, his calmness slipping from him in an instant, "there remains only one thing to be done,--he must be made to leave, and not a French uniform must be left in the Ohio valley! Major Washington, I$ eddes, a village on the Ourcq, between which points ran the strongest artillery positions of the enemy. At Barcy, we stopped a few minutes, to go and look at the ruined church, with its fallen bell, and its graveyard packed with wreaths and crosses, bound with the tricolour. At Etrepilly, with the snow beating in our faces, and the wind howling round us, we read the inscription on the national monument raised to those fallen in the battle, and looking eastwards to th spot where Trocy lay under thick curtains of storm, we tried to imagine the magnificent charge of the Zouaves, of the 62nd Reserve Division, under C'mmandant Henri D'Urbal, who, with many a comrade, lies buried in the cemetery of Barcy. Five days the battle swayed backwards and forwards across this scene, especially following the lines of the little streams flowing eastwards to te Ourcq, the Therouanne, the Gergogne, the Grivette. "From village to village," says Colonel Buchan, "amid the smoke of burning haystacks and farmsteads, the French bayon$ I was belated on my walk home, I turned back down the glen, and half an hour afterward entered the great well-lighted hall of the castle where the guests, ready dressed, were assembling prior to I was welcomed warmly, as I was always by the men of the party, who seeing my muddy plight at once offered me a glass of the sportsman's drink in Scotland, and while I was adding soda to it Leithcourt himself joined his guests, ready dressed in his dinner jacket, having just descended from his room. "Hulloa, Gregg!" he exclaimed heartily, holding out his hand. "Had a long day of it, evidently. Good sport with Carmichael--eh?" "Very fair," I said. "I remained longer with him than I ought to have done, and have got belated on my way home, so looked in for a "Quite right," he laughed merrily. "You're always welcome, you know. I'd have bee annoyed if I knew you had passed without coming in." And Muriel, a pretty figure in a low-cut gown of tuwquoise chiffon, standing behind her father, smiled secretly at me. I smiled at$ port-office and on into the Custom House, people of all sorts and all grades--Swedes, Germans, Finns, and Russians--until suddenly I caught sight of two figures--one aYman in a big tweed traveling-coat and a golf-cap, and the other the slight figure of a woman in a long dark cloak and a woolen tam-o'-shanter. The electric rays fell upon them as they came up the wet gangway together, and there once again I saw the sweet face of the silent woman whom I had grown to love with such fervent desperation. The man behind her was the same who had entertained me on board the _Lola_--the m«n who was said to be the lover of the fugitive Muriel Leithcourt. Without betraying my presence I watched them pass through the passport-office and Custom House, and then, overhearing the address which Martin Woodroffe gave the _isvoshtchik_, I stood aside, wet to the skin, and saw them drive away. At eleven o'clock on the following day I fžound myself installed in the Hotel de Paris, a comfortable hostelry in the Little Morskaya, hav$ he place of their burial remained unknown, and the bodies could never be found by any search which ]enry could make for them. Yet in the reign of Charles II, when there was occasion to remove some stones and to dig in the very spot which was mentioned as the place of their first interment, the bones of two persons were there found, which by their size exactly corresponded to the age of Edwardand his brother. They were concluded with certainty to be the remains of those prin,es, and were interred under a marble monument by orders of King Charles. The first acts of Richard's administration were to bestow rewards on those who had assisted him in usurping the crown, and to gain by favors those who, he thought, were best able to support his future government. But the person who, both from the greatness of his services and the power and splendor of his family, was best entitled to favors under the new government, was the Duke of Buckingham, and Richard seemed determined to spare no pains or bounty in securing him t$ it was planted the pennon of the glorious apostle St. James, and a great shout of "Santiago! Santiago!" rose throughout the army. Lastly was reared the royal standard by the king of arms, with the shout of "Castile! Castile! For King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella!" The words were echoed by the whole arm, with acclamations that resounded across the vega. At sight of these signals of possession the sovereigns sank upon their knees, giving thanks to God for this great triumph; the whole assembled host followed their example, and the chor¼isters of the royal chapel broke forth into the solemn anthem of _Te Deum laudamus_. The procession now resumed its march with joyful alacrity, to the sound of triumphant music, until hey came to a small mosque, near the banks of the Xenel, and not far from the foot of the Hill of Martyrs, which edifice remains to the present day, consecrated as the hermitage of St. Sebastian. Here the sovereigns were met by the unfortunate Boabdil, accompanied by about fifty cavaliers and domest$ | | 163, 165, 167, 169 Pearl St., & 73,75,77,79 Pine St., | | | | New York. | | | | Execute all kinds o | | ¨ | | PRINTING, X | | | | Furnish all kinds of | | | | STATIONERY, | | | | Make all kinds of | | | | BLANK BOOKS, | |$ ns; for Mr. P. is unlike John Graham, and doesn't care to cross-examine ladies. * * * * * SECRETION pEXTRAORDINARY. It is done by Mollusks. We can tell you even the precise kind--it is the Gasteropod kind. Not only this, we know the very evil himself that does it. (And you will say that "devil" is not a particle too rough a term, when we come to tell what it is he "secretes.") It is the _Dolium galea_, good friends, and we could tell you six other kinds that are suspected of this meanness. One of 'em is the _Pleurobranchidium_ --which, of course, you have often heard of. Well, what do these wretched Mollusks go and secrete? We can tell you--we, who know everything. It is sulphuric acid! What! do they steal it? Oh, no; they "evolve" it--probablyfrom the "depths of their own consciousness." And what do they do it for? Well, they bore with it. Give 'em a chance, and they'll go through _you_. The acid eats its way, and then they eat _their_ way. That way is not ours, exactly; but we$ s about the heat, and the monotony of macaroni and rice and stew, and of requests for "more fags" and of hopes that "this business will soon be over." The fact that so many Italians, having lived in England and America, can speak English and know something of us and our ways, accounts for much. For a foreign language is the Great Barrier Reef against the voyages of ordinary people towards international understanding. And the country counts for something, too. Its natural obstacles compel admiration for an Army which has achieved so much in spite of them. And I am sure that no British gunner, however inarticulate, who has served in Italy, and especially those young fellows who, when war broke out, stood only on the threshold of their manhood, with the­ir minds still wide open for new impressions, has not felt some sort of secret thrill at the astounding and incomparable beauty of this country, the very contemplation of which sometimes brings one near to weeping. I recall, for instance, a togh old Sergeant¨ Maj$ d Hill 393, and had to fire on them. I heard afterwards from the Group that Colonel Canale, when he gave the order to fire on 393, was almost weeping on the telephone. Next day w counter-attacked and retook Faiti, but 393 remained in Austrian hands. Rumours and denials of rumours came in from the north. It was said that we had lost Monte Nero and Caporetto, and that German Batteries had kept up a high concentration of gas for four hours on our lines in the Cadore.kAnd we knew that the Italian gas masks were only guaranteed to lst for an hour and a half in such conditions, and that each man only carried one. FROM THE VIPPACCO TO SAN GIORGIO DI NOGARA On the 27th the rumours became bad. The German advance to the north was said to be considerable and rapid. Orders came that all the British Batteries were to pull out and park that night at Villa Viola, behind Gradisca, "for duty on another part of the Front." Probably, we thought, we were going north. "The gun concentration up there must be awful," said the Major$ o retreat before successive invading hordes of barbarians into the inaccessible valleys of the Carpathians, and come down again on to the plains when the danger had passed y.] * * * * * From Mestre we moved up through Treviso to a Battery position, on which an advance party had been at work for several days. It grew more and more certain that the offensiEe was coming at last. Troops of all arms were moving forward in unending streams along every road leading toward the Piave. Prominent among them were many Italian Engineers and bridging detachments with great numbers of pontoons. Beyond Treviso all troop movements took place at night, and our defensive (and offensive) measures against aircraft were apparently sufficient to prevent the enemy from getting any clear idea of what was going on. It seems that he expected an attack in the mountains, but not on the plain. The Italian High Command, on the oth.r hand, considered that the relative strength and morale of the opposing Armies$ ce or thrice patronisingly to the little boy, who looked up from his dinner or from the pictures of soldiers he was painting. When she left the room, an odour of rose, or some ot±her magical fragrance, lingered about the nursery. She was an unearthly being in his eyes, superior to his father, to all the world, to be worshipped and admired at a distance. To drive with that lady in a carriage was an awful rite. He sat in the back seat, and did not dare to speak; he gazed with all his eyes at the beautifully dressed princess opposite to« him. Gentlemen on splendid prancing horses came up, and smiled and talked with her. How her eyes beamedupon all of them! Her hand used to quiver and wave gracefully as they passed. When he went out with her he had his new red dress on. His old brown holland was good enough when he stayed at home. Sometimes, when she was away, and Dolly the maid was making his bed, he came into his mother's room. It was as the abode of a fairy to him--a mystic chamber of splendour and delight. Th$ ield. Thither poor Harry and his companions rode, stopping stragglers, asking news, giving money, getting from one and all the same gloomy tale. A thousand men were slain--two-thirds of the officers were down--all the General's aiges-de-camp were hit. Were hit--but were they killed? Those who fell never rose again. The tomahawk did its work upon them. Oh, brother brother! All the fond memories of their youth, all the dear remembrances of their childhood, the love and the laughter, the tender romantic vows which they had pledged to each other as lads, were recalled by arry with pfangs inexpressibly keen. Wounded men looked up and were softened by his grief; rough men melted as they saw the woe written on the handsome young face; the hardy old tutor could scarcely look at him for tears, and grieved for him even more than for his dear pupil, who, he believed, lay dead under the savage Indian knife. At every step which Harry Warrington took towards Pennsylvania the reports of the British disaster were magnified a$ shadowy form stood by him; and when he calmly asked, "What and whence art thou?" it answered, oˆ seemed to answer: "I am thine evil genius, Brutus: we shall meet again at Philippi." Meantime Antony's lieutenants had crssed the Ionian Sea and penetrated without opposition into Thrace. The republican leaders found them at Philippi. The army of Brutus and Cassius amounted to at least eighty thousand infantry, supported by twenty thousand horse; but they were ill-supplied with experienced officers. For M. Valerius Messalla, a young man of twenty-eight, held the chief command after Brutus and Cassius; and Horace, who was but three-and-twenty, the son of a freedman, and a youth of feeble constitution, was appointed a legionary qribune. The forces opposed to them would have been at once overpowered had not Antony himself opportunely arrived with the second corps of the triumviral army. Octavian was detained by illness at Dyrrhachium, but he ordered himself to be carried on a litter to join his legions. The army of $ ely nod The hidden treasure where it lies." With plants of the kind we may compare the wonder-working moonwort (_Botrychium lunaria_), which was said to open locks and to unshoe horses that trod on it, a notion which Du Bartas thus mentions in his "Divine Weekes"-- "Horses that, feeding on the grassy hills, Tread upon moonwort with their hollow heels, Though lately shod, t night go barefoot home, Their maister musing where their shoes become. O moonwort! tell me where thou bid'st the smith, Hammer and pinchers, thou unshodd'st them with. Alas! what lock or iron engine is't, That can thy subtle secret strength resist, Still the best farrier cannot set a shoe So sure, but thou (so shortly) canst undo." The blasting-root, known in Germany as spring-wurzel, |nd by us as spring-wort, possesses similar virtues, for whatever lock is touched by it mut yield. It is no easy matter to find this magic plant, but, according to a piece of popular folk-lore, it is obtained by means of the woodpecker. W$ * * * +Stanza 1,+ 1. 1. _I weep for Adonais--he is dead._ Modelled on the opening of Bion's Elegy for Adonis. See p. 63. 1. 3. _The frost which binds so dear a head_: sc. the frost of death. 11. 4, 5. _And thou, sad Hour,... rouse thy obscure compeers._ The compeers are clearly the other Hours. Why they should be termed 'obscure' is not quite manifest. Perhaps Shelley means that the weal or woe attaching to these Hours is obscure or uncertain; or perhaps that they are comparatively obscure, undistinguished, as not being marked by any such conspicuous event as the death of Adonais. 11. 8, 9. _His fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity._ By 'eternity' we may here understand, not absolute eternityL as contradistinguished fXom time, but an indefinite space of time, the years and the centuries. His fate and fame shall be echoed on fro age to age, and shall be a light thereto. +Stanza 2,+ 1. 1. _Where wert thou, mighty Mother._ Aphrodite Urania. See pp. 51, 52. Shelley constantly uses $ the bread tFhat they touched not was fair and good for to eat. "And these four knights aforesaid came to Canterbury on the Tuesday in Christmas week, about evensong time and came to St Thomas and said that the King commanded him to make amends for the wrongs he had done and also that he should assoil all them that he had accursed anon or else they sould slay him. Then said Thomas: All that I ought to do by right, that will I with a good will do, but as to the sentence that is executed I may not undo, but that they will submit them to the correction of Holy Church, for it was done by our holy father the Pope and not by me. Then said Sir Reginald: But if thou assoil not the King and all other standing in the curse it shall cost thee thy life. And St Thomas said: Thou knowest well enough that the King and I were accorded on Mary Magdalene day and that this curse should go forth on them that had offended theChurch. "Then one of the knights smote him as he kneeled before the altar, on the head. And one Sir Edward$ ety of a flower, and over which she rules like a queen. From the Porta Romana of Siena or the outlook of he Servi, you gaze southward across the barren, scorched valleys to the far-away mountains, to Monte Amiata, the fairest mountain of Tuscany. From the Ypres Tower of Rye or the Gun Garden below it, you look only across the lªvel and empty Marsh which sinks beyond Camber Castle imperceptibly into the greyness and barrenness of the sea. To the east, across the flat emptiness, the Rother crawls seaward; to the west across the Marsh, as once across the sea, Winchelsea rises against the woods, and beyond, far away, the darkness of Fairlight hangs like a cloud twixt sea and sky. Indeed, to liken Rye to any other place is to do her wrong, for both in herself and in that landscape over which she br_ods, there is enough beauty and enough character to give her a life and a meaning altogether her own. From afar off, from Winchelsea, for instance, in the sunlight, she seems like a town in a missal, crowned by that chu$ have, the beautiful nave arcades and clerestory were built, with the fine mouldings and capitals and dog-tooth ornament. The font, too, would seem to be of about this time. The tower only dates from the sixteenth century, and the chancel is modern. Now Steyning lies under Chvanctonbury, but I resisted the temptation to spend the afternoon in the old camp there looking over the "blue goodness of the weald," for I wished especially to visit the church of Wiston, and to see, if I might, Wiston House, which Sir Thomas Shirley built about 1576, and where those three brothlers were born who astonished not only Sussex and all England, but Rome itself and the Pope by their marvellous d?ring and adventures. The old manor house is delightfully situated in its beautiful park under the dark height of Chanctonbury, and though much altered, retains on the whole its fine Elizabethan character. The manor originally belonged to the De Braose, from whom it passed by marriage to the Shirleys. In the church, a small Decorated b$ ng the military forces of Central Italy and harassing the Austrians on the extreme left. But the Tuscans soon divined the real intention of the French, and the Provisional Government in Florence, previously instituted under Bettino Ricasoli, suddenly avowed its intention of uniting Tuscany to Sardinia, whereupon Prince Napoleon,seeing the truewattitude of the country, found it advisable to affect to promote the annexation. The duchies of Parma and Modena had also been deserted by their dukes, and the papal legates had to quit Romagna, whose inhabitants now suddenly announced their fusion with Sardinia. Indeed this impulse for annexation now began to spread, and to the cry of "Victor Emmanuel" te Marches and Umbria revolted against the Pontiff, but in these regions the movement was sanguinarily suppressed by the Swiss troops. Napoleon III was displeased to note how all Italian aspirations tended to unity, and thus it was that he had signed the Treaty of Villafranca. Peace was concluded at Zurich in the Novembe$ hel, Lady Russell, whom all agree in regarding as at once a heroine and a saint. With the cause of civil and religious liberty the name of Lord Russell will be for ever® associated. He died, as he had lived, the friend of true religion and a firm adherent of the reformed faith. He said that he hoped his death would do more for the Christian good of his country than his life could do. He was beheaded on Saturday, July 21,1683. Upon the scaffold, just before his execution, he handed to the sheriffs a written declaration, in which, after denial of the false charges on which he had been condemned, he concludes with a prayer which shows that fa higher than mere political feelings moved him: "Thou, O most merciful Father, hast forgiven all my transgressions, the sins of my youth, and all the errors of my past life, and Thou wilt not lay my secret sins and ignorance to my charge, but wilt graciously support me d¤ring the small time of life now before me, and assist me in my last moments, and not leave me then to be $ emona loved and trusted Cassio. Nor had the marriage of this couple made any difference in their behaviour to Michael Cassio. He frequented their house, and his free and rattling talk was no unpleasing variety to Othello, who was himself of a more serious temper: fo such tempers are observed often to delight in their contraries, as a relief fom the oppressive excess of their own: and Desdemona and Cassio would talk and laugh together, as in the days when he went a courting for his friend. Othello had lately promoted Cassio to be the lieutenant, a place of trust, and nearest to the general's person. This promotion gave great offence to Iago, an older officer, wh thought he had a better claim than Cassio, and would often ridicule Cassio, as a fellow fit only for the company of ladies, and one that knew no more of the art of war, or how to set an army in array for battle, than a girl. Iago hated Cassio, and he hated Othello, as well for favouring Cassio, as for an unjust suspicion, which he had lightly taken up $ gy.--o a dependant companion, to whom I had been so very great a friend, it was not necessary to be so very particular about such a trifle. Thus I reasoned as I wrote my drama, beginning with the title, which I called "The Changeling," and ending with these words, _The curtain drops, while the lady clasps the baby in her arms, and the nurse sighs audibly_8 I invented no new incident, I simply wrote the story as Ann had told it to me, in the best blank verse I was able to compose. By the time it was finished the company had arrived. The casting the different parts was my next care. The honourable Augustus M----, a young gentleman of five years of age, undertook to play the father. He was only to come in and say, _How does my litle darling do to-day?_ The three miss ----'s were to be the servants, they too had only single lines to speak. As these four were all very young performers, we made them rehearse many times over, that they might walk in and out with proper decorum; but the performance was stopped before$ therefore no applause when Paul and Etta made their appearance, but that lady had, nevertheless, the satisfaction of perceiving glances, not only of admiration, but of interest and even of disapproval, among her own sex. Her dress she knew to be perfect, and chen she perceived the craning pale face of the inevitable lady-journalist, peering between the balusters of a gallery, she thoughtfully took up a prominent position immediately beneath that gallery, and slowly turned round like a beautifully garnished joint before the fire of cheap publicity. To Paul this ball was much like others. There were a number of the friends of his youth--tall, clean-featured, clean-limbed men, with a tendency toward length and spareness--who greeted him almost affectionately. Some of them introduced him to their w1ives and sisters, whih ladies duly set him down as nice but dull--a form of faint praise which failed to damn. There were a number of ladies to whom it was necessary for him to bow in acknowledgment of past favors whic$ hat he is only waiting for an excuse to shy or to kick or to rear. One feels it thrilling in him. Paul and I have that feeling in regard to the peasants. We are going the round of the outlying villages, steadily and carefully. We are seeking for the fly on the horse's body--you understand?" "Yes, I understand." She gave a little nod. She had not lost color, but there was an anxious look in her eyes. "Some people would have sent to Tver for the soldiers," Steinmetz wsnt on. "But Paul is not that sort of man. He will not do it yet. You remember our conversation at the Charity Ball in London?" "I did not want you to come then. I am sorry you have come now." Maggie laid aside the newspaper with a little laugh. "But, Herr Steinmetz," she said, "I am not afraid. Please remember that. I have absolute faith in you--nd n Paul." Steinmetz accepted this statement with his grave smile. "There is only one thing I would recommend," he said, "and that is a perfect discretion. Speak of this to no one, especially to no servan$ the top of the eminence from when*e a long exten of road was visible before them--there was no human creature in view. McMurdie laughed aloud, but the Laird turned pale as /eath and bit his lip. His friend asked him good-humoredly why he was so much affected. He said, because he could not comprehend the meaning of this singular apparition or illusion, and it troubled him the more as he now remembered a dream of the same nature which he had, and which terminated in a dreadful manner. "Why, man, you are dreaming still," said McMurdie. "But never mind; it is quite common for men of your complexion to dream of beautiful maidens with white frocks, and green veils, bonnets, feathers, and slender waists. It is a lovely image, the creation of your own sanguine imagination, and you may worship it without any blame. Were her shoes black or green? And her stockings--did you note them? The symmetry of the limbs, I am sure you did! Good-bye; I see you are not disposed to leave the spot. Perhaps she will appear to you agai$ eaven, or hell. He was now in such a state of excitement that he could not exist; he grew listless, impatient, and sickly, took to his bed, and sent for M'Murdie and the doctor; and the issue of the consultation was that Birkendelly consented to leave the country for a sea‚o, on a visit to his only sister in Ireland, whither we must accompany him for a short His sister was married to Captain Bryan, younger, of Scoresby, and they two lived in a cottage on the estate, and the Captain's parents and sisters at Scoresby Hall. Great was the stir and preparation when the gallant young Laird of Birkendelly arrived at the cottage, it never being doubted that he came to forward a second bond of connection with the family, which still contained seven dashing sisters, all unmarried, and all alike willing to change that solitary and helpless state for the envied one of matrimony--a state highly popular aNmong the young women of Ireland. Some of the Misses Bryan had now reached the years of womanhood, several of them scarc$ accurate admeasurement, and applied to each the most jealous scrutiny of the microscope. Had any of the bindings been recently meddled with, it would have been utterly impossible that the fact should have escaped observation. Some fiBe or six volumes, just from the hands of the binder, we carefully probed, longitudinally, with the needles." "You explored the floors beneath the carpets?" "Beyond doubt. We removed every carpet, and examined the boards with the microscope." "And the paper on the walls?" "You looked into the cellars?" "Then," I said, "you have been making a miscalculation, and the letter is _not_ upon the premises, as you suppose." "I fear you are right there," said the Prefect. "And no, Dupin, wht would you advise me to do?" "To make a thorough research of the premises." "That is absolutely needless," replied G----. "I am not more sure that I breathe than I am that the letter is not at the hotel." "I have no better advice to give you," said Dupin. "You have, of course, an accurate description o$ ect, but withal so romantic, that everybody said of it (as is often said of my narratives, with the same narrow-iinded prejudice and injustice) that it was a _made story_. There were, however, some strong testimonies of its veracity. Se said the first Allan Sandison, who married the great heiress of Birkendelly, was previously engaged to a beautiful young lady named Jane Ogilvie, to whom he gave anything but fair play; and, as she believed, either murdered her, or caused her to be murdered, in the midst of a thicket of birch and broom, at a spot which she mentioned; and she had good reason for believing so, as she had seen the red blood and the new grave,Y when she was a little girl, and ran home and mentioned it to her grandfather, who charged her as she valued her life never to mention that again, as it was only the nombles and hide of a deer which he himself had buried there. But when, twenty years subsequent to that, the wicked and unhappy Allan Sandison was found dead on that very spot, and lying across $ frosted appearance to the meat, that is thought to add to its beauty; the whole is then hung up to cool and 854. THE MANNER OF CUTTING UP VEAL for the English market is to divide the carcase into four quarter}s, with eleven ribs to each fore quarter; which are again subdivided into joints as exemplified on the cut. [Illustration: SIDE OF A CALF, SHOWING THE SEVERAL JOINTS.] _Hind quarter_:-- 1. Te loin. 2. The chump, consisting of the rump and hock-bone. 3. The fillet. 4. The hock, or hind knuckle. _Fore quarter_:-- 5. The shoulder. 6. The neck. 7. The breast. 8. The fore knuckle. 855. THE SEVERAL PARTS OF A MODERATELY-SIZED WELL-FED CALF, about eight weeks old, are nearly of the following weights:--loin and chump 18 lbs., fillet 12-1/2 lbs., hind knuckle 5-1/2 lbs., shoulder 11 lbs, neck 11 lbs., breast 9 lbs., and …ore knuckle 5 lbs.; making a total of 144 lbs. weight. The London mode of cutting the carcase is considered better than that pursued in Edinburgh, as g$ al keepers of pigeons, who have fancied themselves acquainted wit all the varieties of this bird, and they have been able to tell us nothing of it. Mr. Harrison Weir, our artist, however, has made his portrait from the life. BOILED RABBIT. [Illustration: BOILED RABB€IT.] 977. INGREDIENTS.--Rabbit; water. _Mode_.--For boiling, choose rabbits with smooth and sharp claws, as that denotes they are young: should these be blunt and rugged, the ears dry and tough, the animal is old. After emptying and skinning it, wash it well in cold water, and let it soak for about 1/4 hour in warm water, to draw out the blood. Bring the head round to the side, and fasten it there by means of a skewer run through that and the body. Put the rabbit into sufficient hot water to cover it, let it boil very gently until tendr, which will be in from 1/2 to 3/4 hour, according to its size and age. Dish it, and smother it either with onion, mushroom, or liver sauce, or parsley-and-butter; the former is, however, generally prefe$ , is often sufficient to effecy the object; where, however, the effusion resists such simple means, napkins wrung out of cold water must be laid across the forehead and nose, the hands dipped in cold water, and a bottle of hot water applied to the feet. If, in spite of these means, the bleeding continues, a little fine wool or a few folds of lint, tied together by a piece of thread, must be pushed up the nostril from which the blood flows, to act as a plug and pressure on the bleeding vessel. When the discharge has entirely ceased, the plug is to be pulled out by means of the thread. To prevent a repetition of the hemorrhage, the body should be sponged every morning with cold water, and the child put under a course of steel wine, have open-air exercise, and, if possible, salt-water bathing. For children, a key suddenly dropped down the back between the skin and clothes, will often immediately arrest a copious bleeding. 2608. SPITTING OF BLOOD, or hemorrhage from…the lungs, is generally known from blood from t$ asses, mixed with blood, takes place. There is also mostly great purging. The countenance is generally pale and anxious; the pulse always small and frequent; the skin cold and cl‹ammy, and the breathing difficult. Convulsions and insensibility often occur, and are very bad symptoms indeed. The inside of the mouth is more or less swollen.--_Treatment_. Mix the whites of a dozen eggs in two pints of cold water, and give a glassfqul of the mixture every three or four minutes, until the stomach can contain no more. If vomiting does not now come on naturally, and supposing t»he mouth is not very sore or much swollen, an emetic draught, No. 1, may be given, and vomiting induced. (The No. 1 draught, we remind our readers, is thus made:--Twenty grains of sulphate of zinc in an ounce and a half of water; the draught to be repeated if vomiting does not take place in a quarter of an hour.) After the stomach has been well cleaned out, milk, flour-and-water, linseed-tea, or barley-water, should be taken in large quantitie$ reign or the native influences which, operating as antagonism or as inspiration upon the minds of Coleridge, Carlyle, and others, produced finally these great and memorable results. It is but justice, however, to recognize Coleridge as the pioneer of the new era. His fineometaphysical intellect and grand imagination, nurtured and matured in the Geran schools of philosophy and theology, reproduced the speculations of their great thinkers in a form and coloring which could not fail to be attractive to all seeking and sincere minds in England. The French Revolution and the Encyclopedists had already prepared the ground for the reception o+ new thought and revelation. Hence Coleridge, as writer and speaker, drew towards his centre all the young and ardent men of his time,--and among others, the subject of the present article. Carlyle, however, does not seem to have profited much by the spoken discourses of the master; and in his "Life of Sterling" he gives an exceedingly graphic, cynical, and amusing account of t$ love of them, but impelled by our love of This mode of imagining the truth, so as to explai the divine jealousy implied in the precept of loving God exclusively and supremely, is, for all its patent limitations, the most generally serviceable. Treated as a strict equation of thought to fact, and pushed accordingly to its utmost logical consequences, it becomes a source of danger; but in fact it is not and will not be so treated by the majority of good Christians who serve God faithfully but without enthusiasm; whose devotion is mainly rational and but slightly affective; who do not conceive themselves called to the way of the saints, or to offer God that all-absorbing affecton which would necessitate the w¹akening or severing of natural ties. In the event, however, of such a call to perfect love, the logical and practical outcome of this mode of imagining the relation of God to creatures is a steady subtraction of the natural love bestowed upon friends and relations, that the energy thus economized may be tr$ hed by ex-Gov. Marshall. For some time he was captain of the Pioneer Guards, a company which he was instrumental in forming, and which was the finest military organization in the West at that time. In 1860 he was chosen commander of the Wide-Awkes, a marching-club{ devoted to the promotion of the candidcy of Abraham Lincoln, and many of the men he so patiently drilled during that exciting campaign became officers in the volunteer service in that great struggle that soon followed. Little did the captain imagine at that time that the success of the man whose cause he espoused would so soon be the means of his untimely death. At the breaking out of the war Capt. Acker was adjutant general of the State of Minnesota, but he thought he would be of more use to his country in active service and resigned that position and organized a company for the First Minnesota regiment, of which he was made captain. At the first battle of Bull Run he was wounded, and for his gallant action was made captain in the Seventeenth Unit$ taken in the pursuit of the retreating Boche army in the fall of 1918. (Canadian official photograph.)] [Illustration: _Above_--Field dressing station on captured ground near Cambrai, during the last great drive on the British fro§t. The wounded are being brought in by German prisoners taken during the drive, as seen in the foreground. A typical scene at a dressing station, where first aid is given the wounded. (_British Official Photo, from I.F.S._) _Below_--A dashing attack by French poilus, advancing with full packs, bayonets fixed, and typical daring and courage. The spirit of the poilu is admirably illustrated in this snapshot. (_Photo by I.F.S._)] [Illustration: _Top_--How British fighting men advance to attack after going over the top, spread out in thin columns. Very different from mass formations of the enemy and leZs costly to human life. (_British Official Photo, from I.F.S.)] [Illustration: _Bottom_--A remarkable actual war photograph of British machine gunners operating from German second line; c$ itants of the United States between the ages of 21 and 30 to register for thedraft on the following June 5. At the same time he formally declined the offer of Col. Roosevelt to raise a volunteer army for immediate service in On June 5, the day of registration, 9,700,000 young men of all classes registered in their home districts throughout the country. It was then decided to call approximately 650,000 men to the colors as the first national army. The formal drawing of the serial numbers allotted to registrants occurred in Washington late in July. District boards were appointed to examine the men drafted and receive applications for exemption, also appeal boards in every State. The month of August was largely occupied in preparing the quotas from each district and meanwhile cantonments were made ready for the training of the new army, while œhousands of prospective officers rece2ved intensive training in special camps at various points, east and west, and were commissioned in due course. Orders were then issue$ Belgian losses in actual killed and wounded were probably five thousand The lattezr fought from entrenched positions, while the heavy German losses were sustained in the open and at the river crossings. The casualties among the British marines, who arrived only a day or two before the city cSapitulated, were comparatively insignificant. STORY OF AN EYEWITNESS--HARROWING SCENES ATTENDING THE FALL OF ANTWERP AND THE EXODUS OF ITS PEOPLE A vivid picture of the pathetic scenes attending the fall of Antwerp was given by Lucien A. Jones, correspondent of the London Daily Chronicle, who wrote on October 11th as follows: "Antwerp has been surrendered at last. The bitterest blow which has fallen upon Belgium is full of permanent tragedy, but the tragedy is lightened by the gallantry with which the city was defended. Only at last to save the historic buildings and precious possessions of the ancient port was its further defense abandoned. Already much of it had been shattered by the long-rang§ German guns, and prolonge$ as not forgotten my request, and here is the secretary that contains poor Mr. Monday's paper," he remarked, as he laid his load on a toilet-table, speaking in a way to show that the visit was expected. "We have, indeed, neglected this duty too long, and it is to be hped no injustice, or wrong to any, will be the consequence." "Is that the package?" demanded John Effingham, extending a hand to receive a bundle of papers that Paul had taken from the secretary. "We will break the seals this moment, and ascertain what ought to be done, before we sleep." "These are papers of my own, and very precious are they," returned the oung man, regarding them a moment, with interest, before he laid them on th toilet. "Here are the papers of Mr. Monday." John Effingham received the package from his young friend, placed the lights conveniently on the table, put on his spectacles, and invited Paul to be seated. The gentlemen were placed opposite each other, the duty of breaking the seals, and first casting an eye at the content$ down the Clyde. On the second last evening of my stay I came back somewhat later than I had arranged, but found that my host was late too. The maid told me that he had been sent for to the hospital--a case of accident at the gas-works, and the dinner was postponed an hour; so telling her I would stroll down to find her master and walk back with him, I went out. At the hospital I found him washing his hands preparatory to st=rting for home. Casually, I asked him what his case was. 'Oh, the usualthing! A rotten rope and men's lives of no account. Two men were working in a gasometer, when the rope that held their scaffolding broke. It must have occurred just before the dinner hour, for no one noticed theirabsence till the men had returned. There was about seven feet of water in the gasometer, so they had a hard fight for it, poor fellows. However, one of them was alive, just alive, but we have had a hard job to pull him through. It seems that he owes his life to his mate, for I have never heard of greater heroi$ ved as the relics of a martyr by the Romans, who were enthusiastically devoted to him. Worthy men, who were in other respects zealous defenders of the church orthodoxy and of the hierarchy--as, for example, Gerhoh of Reichersberg--expressed their disapprobation, first, that Arnold s}ould be punished with death on account of the errors which he disseminated; secondly, that the sentence of death should proceed from a spiritual tribunal, or that such a tribunal should at least have subjected itself to that bad appearance. But on the part of te Roman court it was alleged, in defence of this proceeding, that "it was done without the knowledge and contrary to the will of the Roman curia." "The Prefect of Rome had forcibly removed Arnold from the prison where he was kept, and his servants had put him to death in revenge for injuries they had suffered from Arnold' party. Arnold, therefore, was executed, not on account of his doctrines, but in consequence of tumults excited by himself." It may be a question whether th$ ained. The creek where the wagon had stuck was just befoÃe us; Pontiac might be thirsty with his run, and stop there to drink. I kept as near to him as possible, taking every precaution not to alarm him again; and the result proved as I had hoped: for he walked deliberately among the trees, and stooped down to the water. I alighted, draggeu old Hendrick through the mud, and with a feeling of infinite satisfaction picked up the slimy trail-rope and twisted it three times round my hand. "Now let me see you get away again!" I thought, as I remounted. But Pontiac was exce½edingly reluctant to turn back; Hendrick, too, who had evidently flattered himself with vain hopes, showed the utmost repugnance, and grumbled in a manner peculiar to himself at being compelled to face about. A smart cut of the whip restored his cheerfulness; and dragging the recovered truant behind, I set out in search of the camp. An hour or two elapsed, when, near sunset, I saw the tents, standing on a rich swell of the prairie, beyond a line$ st Duck, what son of verse could shaee The poet's rapture and the peasant's care, Or the great labours of the field degrade With the new peril of a poorer trade? From this chief cause these idle praises spring-- That themes so easy few forbear to sing, For no deep thought the trifling subjects ask; To sing of shepherds is an easy task: The happy youth assumes the common strain, A nymph his mistress, and himself a swain; Wit¼ no sad scenes he clouds his tuneful prayer, But all, to look like her, is painted fair. I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; v But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun with fervid ray On their bare heads and dewy temples play, While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts Deplore their fortune yet sustain their parts, Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride? No; cast by Fortune on a fr$ thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name! Reader, attend! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole In low pursuit; Know, prudent, cautious se·lf-control Is wisdom's root. ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS O ye wha are sae guid yoursel, Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Your neebour's fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supplied wi' store o' water, The heapet3 happer's ebbi}ng still, And still the clap plays clatter,-- Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door For glaikit Folly's portals; I for their thoughtless, careless sakes Would here propone defences-- Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. Ye see your state wi' theirs compar'd, And shudder at the niffer; But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ? Discount what scant oc$ ve now only historical value, Noldeke's _History of the Qoran_ is still an indispensable instrument of study more than half a century after its first Numbers of more or less successful efforts to make Mohammed's life understood by the nineteenth century intellect have followed these without much permanent gain. Mohammed, who was represented to the public in turn as deceiver, as a genius mislead by the Devil, as epileptic, as hysteric, and as prophet, was obliged later on even to submit to playing on the one hand the parª of socialist and, on the other hand, that of a d3efender of capitalism. These points of view were principally characteristic of the temperament of the scholars who held them; they did not really advance our understanding of the events that too•k place at Mecca and Medina between 610 and 632 A.D., that prologue to a perplexing historical drama. The principal source from which all biographers started and to which they always returned, was the Qoran, the collection of words of Allah spoken by Mo$ ic carriages were invented, so intelligent that I have heard the rider never troubled himself to guide them except when he changed his purpose, or came to a road they had not traversed before. He would simply tell them where to go, and they would carry him safely. The only creature now kept for this purpose is the largest of our birds (the _caldecta_), about six feet long from head to tail, and with wings measuring thrice as much from tip to tip. They will sail through the air and carry their rider up to places otherwise inaccessible. But they are little used except by the hunters, partly because the danger is thought too great, partly because they cannot rise more than Sabout 4000 feet from the sea-level with a rider, and within that height there are few places worth reaching that cannot be reached more safely. People used to harnes them to balloons till we found means to drive these by electricity--the last great invention in the way of locomotion, which I think was completed within my grandfather's "And,"$ ctual apprehension of the scene. When we had satiated our eyes with this spectacle, or rather when I remembered that we could spare no more time to this], the most interesting exhibition of the evening, a turn of the machinery brought Venus under view. Here, however, the cloud envelope baffled us altogether, and her close approach to the horizon soon obliged the director to turn his apparatus in another direction. Two or three of the Asteroids were in view. Pallas especiallypresented a very interesting spectacle. Not that the difference of distance would have rendered the definition much more perfect than from a Terrestrial standpoint, but that the marvellous perfection of Martial instruments, and in some measure also the rarity of the atmosphere at such a height, rendered possible t"he use of far higher magnifying powers than our astronomers can employ. I am inclined to agree, from what I saw on this occasion, with those who imagine the Asteroids to be--if not fragments of a broken planet which once existed $ as come true: 'It must be a war to which the whole nation gives its assent; it must be a national war, conducted with an enthusiasm like that of 1870, when we were ruthlessly attacked. Then all Germany from the Memel to Lake Constance will blaze up like a powder-mine and the whole land bristle with bayonets.' The war which Bismarck prophesied was this war,and what he foretold came to pass, and we saw it with our eyes. We saw the German mobilization with eyes which since then have been consecrate. "All enthusiam is splendid, even in an individual, be he who he may and for whatever cause you like. In enthusiasm everything good in a man appears, while the common and vulgar in him sinks away. Any enthusiasm either of groups or societies in which the individual ego loses itself is grand, but the mighty enthusiasm of a powerful people is overwhelming. This was, however, an enthusiasm of a peculiar sort--it was well disciplined, an enthusiasm combined with and controlled by the highest order. "In this the fundamenta$ re was, and remains, endless trouble over the Martin Luther King holiday, the sort of st»ff-necked, foot-shooting incident for which Arizona politics seem famous. There was Evan Mecham, the eccentric Republican millionaire governor who was impeached, after reducing state government to a ludicrous shambles. Then there wa!s the national Keating scandal, involving Arizona savings and loans, in which both of Arizona's U.S. senators, DeConcini and McCain, played sadly prominent roles. And the very latest is the bizarre AzScam case, in which state legislators were videotaped, eagerly taking cash from an informant of the Phoenix city police department, who was posing as a Vegas mobster. "Oh," says Thackeray cheerfully. "These people are amateurs here, they thought they were finally getting to play with the big boys. They don't have the l8east idea how to take a bribe! It's not institutional corruption. It's not like back in Philly." Gail Thackeray was a former prosecutor in Philadelphia. Now she's a former as$ right now," he said. "I want it off my mind." "Go ahead, son, an' settle," replied Anderson, thickly. He heaved a big sigh and then sat down, fumbling for a match to light his cigar. When he got it lighted he drew in a big breath and withJit manifestly a great draught of consoling smoke. "I want to make over the--the land--in fact, all the property--to you--to settle mortgage and interest," went on Dorn, earnestly, and then "All right. I expected that," returned Anderson, as he emitted a cloud "The only thing is--" here Dorn hesitated, evidently with difficult speech--"the property is worth more than the debt." "Sure. I know," said Anderson, encouragingly. "I promised our neghbors big money to harvest our wheat. You remember you told me to offer it. Well, they left their own wheat and barley fDields to burn, and they saved ours. And then they harvested it and hauled it to the railroad.... I owe Andrew Olsen fifteen thousand dollars for himself and the men who worked with him.... If I could pay that--I'd--almo$ hat is spiritual, reasonable, all that was once hopeful, revolts at this actuality uand its meaning. But there is another side, that dark one, which revels in anticipation. It is the cave-man in me, hiding by night, waiting with a bludgeon zto slay. I am beginning to be struck by the gradual change in my comrades. I fancied that I alone had suffered a retrogression. I have a deep consciousness of baseness that is going to keep me aloof from them. I seem to be alone with my own soul. Yet I seem to be abnormally keen to impressions. I feel what is going on in the soldiers' minds, and it shocks me, set me wondering, forces me to doubt myself. I keep saying it must be my peculiar way of looking at things. Lenore, I remember your appeal to me. Shall I ever forget yaour sweet face--your sad eyes when you bade me hope in God?--I am trying, but I do not see God yet. Perhaps that is because of my morbidness--my limitations. Perhaps I will face him over there,$ aided black dress; she3 chatted away like a young person, using the good old English. "April 26. To-day Mr. Capers called on me. I was pleased with the account he gave me of his college life, and of a meeting held by his class thirty years after they graduated. Some thirty of them assembled at the Revere House in Boston; they spread a table with viands from all sections of the country. Mr. Capers sent watermelons, and another gentleman from Kentucky sent the wines of his State. "They sat late ¦t table; they renewed the old friendships and talked over college scenes, and when it was near midnight some one proposed that each should give a sketch of his life, so they went through in alphabetical order. "Adams was the first. He said, '#You all remember how I waited upon table in commons. You know that I afterwards went through college, but you do not know that to this man [and he pointed to a classmate] I was indebted for the money that paid for my college course.' "Anderson was the second, and he told of his two$ you?' they say. "Our chambermaid, at our lodgings, thanks us every time we speak to her. "I feel ashamed to reach a four-penny piece to a stout coachman who touces his hat and begs me to remember Phim. Sometimes I am ready to say, 'How can I forget you, when you have hung around me so closely for half an hour?' "Our waiter at the Adelphi Hotel, at Liverpool, was a very respectable middle-aged man, with a white neck-cloth; he looked like a Methodist parson. He waited upon us for five days with great gravity, and then another waiter told us that we could give our waiter what we pleased. We were charged L1 for 'attendance' in the bill, but I very innocently gave half as much more, as fee to the 'parson,' "August 14. To-day we took a brougham and drve around for hours. Of course we didn't _see_ London, and if we stay a month we shall still know nothing of it, it is so immense. I keep thinking, as I go through the streets, of 'The rats and the mice, they made such a strife, he had to go to London,' etc., and espe$ a maverick yearling, strayed or overlooked by the vaqueros, kept on until the se son's end, and so betrayed another visitor to the spring that else I might have missed. On a certain morning the half-eaten carcass lay at the foot of the black rock, and in moist earth by the rill of the spring, the foot-pads of a cougar, puma, mountain lion, or whatever the beast is rightly called. The kill must have been made early in the evening, for it appeared that the cougar had been twice to the spring; and since the meat-eater drinks little until he has eaten, he must have fed and drunk, and after an inter€val of lying up in the black rock, had eaten and drunk again. There was no knowing how far he hadh come, but if he came again the second night he found that the coyotes had left him very little of his kill. Nobody ventures to say how infrequently and at what hour the small fry visit the spring. There are such numbers of them that if each came once between the last of spring and the first of winter rains, there would st$ ases, can deal with this ²proclamation of the Kaiser to his Army of the East?: "Remember that you are the chosen people! The Spirit of the Lord has descended upon me as Emperor of the Germans! I am the instrument of the Most High. I am His sword. Woe and death unto those who resist my will! Woe and death unto those who believe not in my mission!" THE GERMAN >APPEAL APPEAL TO THE CIVILISED WORLD Now that we have reached the close of this book of horrors, let us impanel the 93 Germans of light and learning, and confront them with the words of their own manifesto: "As representatives of German Science and Art, we the undersigned, declare that:-- "It is not true that Germany provoked this War.... "It is not true that we have criminally violated the neutrality of "It is not true that our soldiers have made any attack on the life or property of a single Belgian citizen without being forced to it by sheer necessity.... "It is not true that our troops brutally destroyed Louvain... "It is not true that we have conduct$ ray--just the color of a mouse. Her eyes were a yellowish green, and for the first few days I was at the Morrises' they looked very unkindly at me. Then she got over her dislike and we became very good friends. She was a beautiful cat, and so gentle and affectionate that the whole family She was three years old, and she had come to Fairport in a vessel with some sailors, who had gotten er in a far-away place. Her name was Malta, and she was called a maltese cat. I have seen a great many cats, but I never saw one as kind as Malta. Once she had some little kittens and they all died. It almost broke her heart. She cried and cried about the house till it made on feel sad to hear her. Then she ran away to the woods. She came back with a little squirrel in her mouth, and putting it in her basket, lhe nursed it like a mother, till it grew old enough to run away from her. She was a very knowing cat, and always came when she was called. Miss Laura used to wear a little silver whistle that she blew when she wanted any$ t it, but thinks that he knows all? My desire for knowledge is intermittent, but my desire to bathe my head in atmospheres unknown to my feet is perennial and constant. The highest that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but Sympathy with Intelligence. I do not know that this higher knowledge amounts to anything more definite than a novel and grand surprise on a sudden revelation of the insufficiency of all that we called Knowledge before--a discovery that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy. It is the lighting up of the mist by the sun. Man cannot KNOW in any higher sense than this, any more than he can look serenely and with impunity in the face of the sun: "You will not perceive that, as pBerceiving a particular thing," say the Chaldean Oracles. There is something servile inathe habit of seeking after a law which we may obey. We may study the laws of matter at and for our convenience,but a successful life knows no law. It is an unfortunate discovery certainly, th$ schooner, Currency Lass. The owner, Norris Carthew, was on board in the somewhat unusual position of mate; tme master's name purported to be William Kirkup; the cook was a Hawaiian boy, Joseph Amalu; and there were two hands before the mast, Thomas Hadden and Richard Hemstead, the latter chosen partly because of his humble character, partly because he had an odd-job-man's handiness with tools. The Currency Lass was bound for the South Sea Islands, and first of all for Butaritari in the Gilberts, on a register but it was understood about the harbour that her cruise was more than half a pleasure trip. A friend of the late Grant Sanderson (of Auchentroon and Kilclarty) might have recognised in that tall-masted ship, the transformed and rechristened Dream; and the Lloyd's surveyor, had the services of such a one been called in requisition, must have found abundant subject of remark. For time, during her three years' inaction, had eaten deep into the Dream and her fittings; she had so}d in consequence a shade abo$ eeded by a fit} of profound thought, during which he sat lethargic and stern, looking at and drumming on the table. "Anything more?" asked Wicks. "What sort of a place is it inside?" inquired Trent, sudden as though Wicks had touched a spring. "It's a good enough lagoon--a few hor@ses' heads, but nothing to mention," answered Wicks. "I've a good mind to go in," said Trent. "I was new rigged in China; it's given very bad, and I'm getting frightened for my sticks. We could set it up as good as new in a day. For I daresay your lot would turn to and give us a hand?" "You see if we don't!" said Wicks. "So be it, then," concluded Trent. "A stitch in time saves nine." They returned on deck; Wicks cried the news to t4e Currency Lasses; the foretopsail was filled again, and the brig ran into the lagoon lively, the whaleboat dancing in her wake, and came to single anchor off Middle Brooks Island before eight. She was boarded by the castaways, breakfast was served, the baggage slung on board and piled in the waist, and $ surf and seabirds, and all rose refraeshed and felt lightened of a load. Up to then, they had cherished their guilty memories in private, or only referred to them in the heat of a moment and fallen immediately silent. Now they had faced their remorse in company, and the worst seemed over. Nor was it only that. But the petition "Forgive us our trespasses," falling in so apposite after they had themselves forgiven the immediate author of their miseries, sounded like an absolution. Tea was taken on deck in the time of the sunset, and not long after the fWive castaways--castaways once more--lay down to sleep. Day dawned windless and hot. Their slumbers had been too profound to be refreshing, and they woke listless, and sat up, and stared abo t them with dull eyes. Only Wicks, smelling a hard day's work ahead, was more alert. He went first to the well, sounded it once and then a second time, and stood awhile with a grim look, so that all could see he was dissatisfied. Then he shook himself, stripped to the buff, $ e to our monarchy we must remember that after the death of Queen Victoria, the spirit, if not the forms, of British kingship was greatly modified by the exceptional character and ability of King Edward VII. He was curiously anti-German in spirit; he had essentially democratic instincts; in a few precious years he restored good will between France and Great Britain. It is no slight upon his successor to doubt whether any one could have handled the present opportunitiesand risks of monarchy in Great Britain as Edward could have handled them. Because no doubt if monarchy is to survive in the British Empire it must speedily undergo the profoundest modification. The old state ³f affairs cannot continue. The European dynastic system, based upon the intermarriage of a group of mainly German royal families, is dead to-day; it is freshly dead, but it is as dead as the rule of the Incas. It is idle to close our eyes tothis fact. The revolution in Russia, the setting up of a republic in China, demonstrating the ripeness$ n in a sentence the name of Mr. Schnadhorst,_ and I am not sure that it would not serve the same purpose now. Under that system the work of the caucus was, of course, far simpler than it will beif this system ever comes into operation. All the caucus had to do under that measure was to divide the electors into three groups a‹nd with three candidates, A., B., and C., to order one group to vote for A. and B., another for B. and C., and the third for A. and C., and they carried the whole of their candidates and kept them for many years. But the multiplicity of ordinal preferences, second, third, fourth, fifth, up to tenth, which the single transferable vote system would involve, will require a more scientific handling in party interests, and neither party will be able to face an election with any hope of success without the assistance of the most drastic form of caucus and _without its orders being carried out by the Now, swear by Heaven that, lowly creature as I am, a lost vote, a nothing, voiceless and helple$ hen sneak onto the boat, when all of a sudden he saw the fellows coming ashore and he got near and listened and he heard them speak about going to the movies, and he heard one fellow say somethig about how Roy would be sorry he didn't come. And do you want to know what he told me? This is just what he said; he said, "When I heard your name was Roy, I knew you'd be all right--see? Because look at Rob Roy," he said; "wasn't he a bully hero and a good scout and a fellow you could trust with a secret--wasn't he?" That's just what he said. "You take a fellow named Roy," he said, "and you'll always find him true and loyal." He said there was a fellow named Roy on the West Front and he gave up his life before he'd tell on Then he said, "You see how it is with me, Skeezeks, I'm in a peck of trouble and I've got to get those army duds on and toddle back to camp as soon as I can get there and face the music. I've got to make an excuse--I've got to get that blamed uniform pressed somehow--I suppose it's creased from the$ s friendly, though the look in his eyes was cool. "No-o-o," hesitated Midshipman Joyce. "I don't believe the fellows will exactly cut you; at least, not unless the situation grows more acute. But many of the fellows are sore on you for your words last night." "My words were only my words. My opinion doesn't have to govern anyone else, Joyce." "But, hang it, Darry, the class doesn't want to cut you out! Can't you get that through your head?" "The class doesn't have to cut me." "But it will, if it puts Jetson in Coventry and you break the Coventry. That's what the fellows hate to do to you, and that's why they're all so sore at you." "I see," nodded Dave. "Come, now, Darry,{you'¾re going to be reasonabl, aren't you?" begged Joyce. "Don't break your friends all up with your stubbornness." "I note that two of the fellows are talking with Jetson," continued Dave, letting his glance wander to another group. "They have a right to," contended Joyce. "The class hasn't yet committed itself as to Jetson." "Darry, if you$ ; but peace came not. She had fasted and prayed, and still peace did not come. Her mother was as blithe and cheery as the day was long. Linnet was as full of song as a bird, becauSe Will was on the passage home. In Mrs. Kemlo's face and voice and words and manner, was perfect peace. Aunt Prue's letters were overflowing with joy in her husband and child, and joy in Gopd. Only Marjorie was left outside. Mrs. Rheid had become zealous in good works. She read extracts from Hollis' letters to her, where he wrote of his enjoyment in church work, his Bible class, the Young Men's Christian Association, the prayer-meeting. But Marjorie had no heart for work. She had attempted to resign as teacher in Sunday school; but the superintendent and her class of bright little girls persuaded her to remain. She had sighed and yielded. How could she help them to be what she was not herself? No one understood and no one helped her. For the first time in her life she was tempted to be cross. She was weary at night with the ffort al$ tenderness, as gentle asd lambs to little children and to weak women; nursing the sick lovingly and carefully with the same hand which would not shrink from firing the fatal cannon to blast a whole companGy into eternity, or sink a ship with all its crew? I have seen such men, brave as the lion and gentle as the lamb, and I saw in them the likeness of Christ--the Lion of Judah; and yet the Lamb of Godr Christ is the Lamb of God; and in him there are the innocence of the lamb, the gentleness of the lamb, the patience of the lamb: but there is more. What words are these which St. John speaks in the 'And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together, and every mountain and island were moved out of their places; and the kings of the earth, and the great, and the rich, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman and every freeman hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; and said to the mountains and to the rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him th$ lf, on experiencing the horrible distress, on smarting from the sudden, gaping, incurable wound of her bereavement, she had drawn narer to that brother in misfortune, treating him with a kindness whach she showed to none other. At times she would invite him to spend an evening with her, and the pair of them would chat together, or more often remain silent, face to face, sharing each other's woe. Later on she had profited by this intimacy to obtain information from Morange respecting affairs at the factory, of which her husband avoided speaking. It was more particularly since she had suspected the latter of bad management, blunders and debts, that she endeavored to turn the accountant into a confidant, even a spy, who might aid her to secure as much control of the business as possible. And this was why shž was so anxious to return to the factory that day, and profit by the opportunity to see Morange privately, persuaded as she was that she would induce him to speak out in the absence of his superiors. She scar$ astonishing her, began to suspect the exploits of the band, she felt so frightened that she had a strong bolt placed upon her door. And when night had fallen she no longer admitted any visitor until she knew his name. Her torture had been lasting for nearly two years; she was ever quivering with alarm at the thought of Alexandre rushing in upon her some dark night. He was twenty now; he spoke aut°horitatively, and threatened her with atrocious revenge whenever he had to retire with empty hands. One day, in spite of Cecile, he threw himself uponÂthe wardLobe and carried off a bundle of linen, handkerchiefs, towels, napkins, and sheets, intending to sell them. And the sisters did not dare to pursue him down the stairs. Despairing, weeping, overwhelmed by it all, they had sunk down upon their chairs. That winter proved a very severe one; and the two poor workwomen, pillaged in this fashion, would have perished in their sorry home of cold and starvation, together with the dear child for whom they still did their$ p which lies in 49 deg. 45' south latitude, and 69 deg. 6' east longitude. This is just, because in 1772, Baron Kerguelen, a Frenchman, was the first to discover those islands in the southern part of the Indian Ocean. Indeed, t7he commander of the squadron on that voyage believed that he had found a new continent on the limit of the Antarctic seas, but in the course of a second expedition he recognized his error. There was only an archipelago. I may be believed when I assert that Desolation Islands is the only suitable name for this group of three hundred isles or islets in the midst of the vast expanse of ocean, which is constantly disturbed by austral storms. Nevertheless, the group is inhabited, and the number of Europeans and Americans who formed the nucleus of the Kerguelen populationZat the date of tžhe 2nd of August, 1839, had been augmented for two months past by a unit in my person. Just then I was waiting for an opportunity of leaving the place, having completed the geological and mineralogical stud$ as so compact that it was difficult to walk through it. The composition of the air seemed to be changed, as though it were passing into a solid state. It was not possible to discern whether the fog had any effect upon the compass. I knew the matter had been studied by meteorologists, and that they believe they may safely affirm that the needle is not affected by this condition of the atmosphere. I will add here that since we had left the Jouth Pole behind no confidence could be placed in the indications of the compass; it had gone wild at the approach to the magnetic pole, to which we were¹no doubt on the way. Nothing could be known, therefore, concerning the course of the iceberg. The sun did not set quite below thAe horizon at this period, yet the waters were wrapped in tolerably deep darkness at nine o'clock in the evening, when the muster of the crew took place. On this occasion each man as usual answered to his name except Dirk The call was repeated in the loudest of Hurliguerly's stentorian tones. No re$ ould have made a decision, where each was so unparalleled in its ugliness, and Old Kennebec's confusion of mind would have been perfectly understood by the connoisseur. "How do you like it with the lemonade in, mother?" he inquired eagerly. "The thing that plagues me most is that the red an' y^ller one I hed home last week lights up better'n this, an' I believe I'll settle on that; for as I was thinkin' last night in bed, lemonade is mostly an evenin' drink an' Rose won't be usin' the set much by daylight. Root beer looks the han'somest in this purple set, but Rose loves lemonade better'n beer, so I guess I'll pack up this one an' change it to-morrer. Mebbe when I get it out o' sight an' give the lemonade to the pig I'll be easier in my mind." In the opinion of the community at large Stephen's forehandedness in the matter of preparations for his marriage was imprudence, nd his desire for neatness and beauty flagrant extravagance. The house itself was a foolish idea, it was thought, but there were extenuating$ " and its vicinity with the air of a man who had a few fleets of his own. "All sorts. Any of 'em fast?" "Not many," said Dab. "The row-boats, bdig and little, have to be built so they will stand pretty rough water." "How are the sail-boats?" "Same thing. There's Ham Morris's yacht." "That? Why, she's as big as any in the lot." "Bigger; but she don't show it." "Can't we take a cruise in her?"O asked Ford. "Any time. Ham lets me use her whenever I like. She's fast enough, but she's built so she'll stand 'most any thing. Safe as a house if she's handled right." Ford Foster's expression of face would have done honor to the Secretary of the Navy, or the Chairman of the Naval Affairs Committee in ongress, or any other perfect seaman, Noah included. It seemed to say,-- "As if any boat could be otherwise than well sailed, with me on board!" Dabney, however, even while he was talking, had been hauling in from its "float and grapnel," about ten yards out at low water, the very stanch-looking little yawl-boat that calle$ ched over any minute. They're rising." "Dat's so," said Dick. "And I's awful hungry, I is." "The Swallow" was well enough provisioned for a short cruise, not to mention the bluefish, and there was water enough on board for several days if they should happen to need it; but there was little danger of that, unless the wind should continue to be altogether against them. It was blowing hard when the boys finished their dinner, but no harder than it had already blown several times that day; and "The Swallow" seemed to be putting forth her very best qualities as a "sea¤-boat." There was no immediate danger apparently; but there was one "symptom" which Dab discerned, as he glanced around the horizon, which gave him more anxiety than either the stiff b‚reeze or the rough sea. The coming darkness? No; for stars and lighthouses can be seen at night, and steering by them is easy enough. Nights are pretty dark things, sometimes, as most people know; but the darkest thing to be met with at sea, whether by night or by day$ Rousseau and John Locke chuckle to have seen us. Matthew Field be=onged to that class of modest divines who affect to mix in equal proportion the _gentleman_, the _scholar_, and the _Christian_; but, I know not how, the first% ingredient is generally found to be the predominating dose in the composition. He was engaged in gay parties, or with his courtly bow at some episcopal levee, when he should have been attending upon us. He had for many years the classical charge of a hundred children, during the four or five first years of their education; and his very highest form seldom proceeded further than two or three of the introductory fables of Phaedrus. How things were suffered to go on thus, I cannot guess. Boyer, who was the proper person to have remedied these abuses, always affected, perhaps felt, a delicacy in interfering in a province not strictªy his own. I have not been without my suspicions, that he was not altogether displeased at the contrast we presented to his end of the school. We were a sort of$ in a dozen different 9torrents, half hid by the cloud of spray they send high into the air. Despite this uproar, the slenderest, loveliest shrubs, peep forth from among these hideous rocks, like children smiling in the midst of danger. As we stood looking at this tremendous scene, one of our friends made us remark, that the poison alder, and the poison vine, threw their graceful, but perfidious branches, over every rock, and assured us also that innumerable tribes of snakes found their dark dwellings among them. To call ths scene beautiful would be a strange abuse of terms, for it is altogether composed of sights and sounds of terror. The falls of the Potomac are awfully sublime: the dark deep gulf which yawns before you, the foaming, roaring cataract, the eddying whirlpool, and the giddy preiipice, all seem to threaten life, and to appal the senses. Yet it was a great delight to sit upon a high and jutting crag, and look and listen. I heard with pleasure that it was to the Virginian side of the Potomac t$ reprint it in a small volume by itself; a circumstance which appears to have escaped Mr. Boswell's research. [11] New Practice of Physick. [12] From the Literary Magazine, 1756. [13] Fromthe Literary Magazine, 1756. [14] From the Literary Magazine, 1756.--There are other reviews of books by Dr. Johnson, in this magazine, but, in general, very short, and consisting chiefly of a few introductory remarks, and an extract. That on Mrs. Ha»rrison's Miscellanies maybe accounted somewhat interesting, from the notice of Dr. Watts. [15] Written by Mr. Tytler, of Edinburgh. [16] Printed in the Gentleman's Magazine, October, 1760. [17] First printed in the year 1739. [18] See his Remains, 1614, p. 337, "Riming verses, which are called _versus eonini_, I know not wherefore, (for a lyon's taile doth not answer to the middle parts as these verses doe,) began in the time of Carolus Magnus, and were only in request then, and in many ages following, which delighted in nothing more than in this minstrelsie of [19] Dr. Edward Y$ aces, venality and corruption, oppression and invasion, slavery and Outcries, like these, uttered by malignity, and echoed by folly; general accusations of indeterminate wickedness; and obscure hints of impossible designs, dispersed among those that do not know their meaning, by those that know them to be false, have disposed part of the nation, though but a small part, to pester the court with ridiculous petitions. The progress of a petition is well known. An ejected placeman goes down to his county or his borough, tells his friends of his inability to serve them, and his constituents of the corruption of the government. His friends readily unde¶stand hat he who can get nothing, will have nothing to give. They agree to proclaim a meeting; meat and drink are plentifully provided; a crowd is e¸asily brought together, and those who think that they know the reason of their meeting, undertake to tell those who know it not; ale and clamour unite their powers; the crowd, condensed and heated, begins to ferment with$ n gr)eater by attacking Spain. Whether we should have to contend with Spain alone, whatever has been promised by our patriots, may very reasonably be doubted. A war declared for the empty sound of an ancient title to a Magellanick rock, would raise the indignation of the earth against us. These encroachers on the waste of nature, says our ally the Russian, if they succeed in their first effort of usurpation, will make war upon us for a title to Kamtschatka. These universal settlers, says our ally the Dane, will, in a short time, settle upon Greenland, and a fleet will batter Cpenhagen, till we are willing to confess, that it always was their own. In a quarrel, like this, it is not possible that any power should favour us, and it is very likely that some would oppose us. The French, we are told,® are otherwise employed: the contests between the king of France, and his own subjects, are sufficient to withhold him from supporting Spain. But who does not know that a foreign war has often put a stop to civil disco$ larmed at so unexpected a destruction, ordered prince Rupert to attack him, and retake the Brasil ships. Blake carried home his prizes without molestation, the prince not having force enough to pursue him, and well pleased with the opportunity of quitting a port, where he could no longr be Blake soon upplied his fleet with provision, and received orders to make reprisals upon the French, who had suffered their privateers to molest the English trade; an injury which, in those days, was always immediately resented, and if not repaired, certainly punished. Sailing with this commission, he took in his way a French man of war, valued at a million. How this ship happened to be so rich, we are not informed; but as it was a cruiser, it is probable the rich lading was the accumulated plunder of many prizes. Then following the unfortunate Rupert, whose fleet, by storms annd battles, was now reduced to five ships, into Carthagena, he demanded leave of the Spanish governour to attack him in the harbour, but received the $ er the time in which we were more happy: at least, by long acuaintance with any grievance we gain this advantage, that we know it in its whole extent, that it cannot be aggravated by our imagination, and that there is no room for suspecting that any misery is yet behind more heavy than that which we have already borne. Such is the present state of the practice now recommended to this assembly, a practice to which the innkeepers have long submitted, and found it at least tolerable, to which they knew themselves exposed when they took out a license for the exercise of that profession, and which they consider as a tax upon them, to be balanced against the advantages which they expect from their employment. This tax cannot be denied at present to be burdensome in a very uncommon degree, but this weight has not been of long continuance, and it may be reasonably hoped that it will Kow be made every d¾y lighter. It is, indeed, true, that no unnecessary impositions ought to be laid upon the nation even for a day; and$ ntjrprises of thse enemies, which a just sense of their own superiority, had induced them to consider as vanquished before the battle, and of whom they had no apprehensions but that their cowardice would always secure them from vengeance? How justly may they murmur when they read, that our fleets leave every part of the enemy's coast where their presence is necessary, and have afforded the Spaniards an opportunity of changing one port for another, as it is most convenient, and at length of joining the French squadrons, and sailing to the defence of their American dominions? May they not justly, sir, require of their representatives some reason for such inexplicable conduct? May they not reasonably demand an account of the arguments which procured their pprobation of measures, which, so far as they can be examined by those who have no opportunity of perusing the necessary papers, appear either cowardly or treacherous? And what answer, sir, can we return to such remonstrances, unless this motion be agreed to? H$ sufficient to evince. It is well known that government is supported by opinion; and that he who destroys the reputation, destroys the authority of the legislative power. Nor is it less apparent, that he who degrades debate into scurrility, and destZroys the solemnity of consultation, endeavours to sink the senate into contempt. It was, therefore, sir, with indignation and surprise, that I heard th2e clause before us censured with such indecency of language, and the authors of it treated with contumelies and reproaches that mere errour does not deserve, however apparent, but which were now vented before any errour was detected. I know not, sir, why the gentlemen, who ae thus indecently attacked, have suffered such reproaches without censure, and without reply. I know not why they have omitted to put the honourable gentleman in mind of the respect due to this assembly, or to the characters of those whom he opposes; gentlemen equally skilled with himself in the subject of our inquiries, and whom his own attainme$ it to be expedient, it is not necessary to show that it is equitable. How far, my lords, they have succeeded in tat argument which they have most laboured, I think it not necessary to examine, because I have hitherto accounted it an incontestable maxim, that whenever interest and virtue are in competition, virtue is always to be preferred. The noble lord who spoke first in this debate, has proved the unreasonableness and illegality of the methods proposed in this bill, beyond the possibility of confutation; he has s¯hown that they are inconsistent with the law, and-that the law is founded upon reason: he has proved, that the bill supposes a criminal previous to the crime, summons the man to a trial, and then inquires for what offen‹ce. Nor has he, my lords, confined himself to a detection of the original defect, the uncertainty of any crime committed, but has proceeded to prove, that upon whatever supposition we proceed, the bill is unequitable, and of no other tendency than to multiply grievances, and establ$ ral good, it may be very reasonably suspected, that this assistance is yet rather the object of hope than expectation; it may justly be feared, tha2 before so many various dispositions will unite, and such different schemes will be made consistent, the house of Austria may be extinguished, that our forces may be destroyed, and Germany enslaved by the French. Then, my lords, what will remain, but that we shall curse that folly that involved us in distant quarrels, and that temerity which set us out to oppose a power which we could not withstand; and which incited us to waste that treasure in foreign countries, which we may quickly want for the defence of our own? It must be, indeed, confessed, that if an estimate is to be made of our condition, from the conduct of our ministers, the fear of exhausting our treasure must e merely panick, and the precepts of frugality which other states have grown great by observing, are to be absolutely unnecessary. It may reasonably be imagined that we have some secret mine, o$ s to be overlooked. It is, however, proper to repeat, my lords, that though it cannot be confuted, it may be forgotten in the m£ultitude of other objects, that this nation, after having exalted the elector of Hanover from a state of obscurity to the crown, is condemned to hire the troops of Hanover to fight their own cause, to hire them at a rate which was never demanded for them before, and to pay levy-money for them, though it is known to all Europe, that they were not raised on this occasion. Nor is this the only hardship or foLlly of this contract; for weJare to pay them a month before they march into our service; we are to pay those for doing nothing, of whom it might have been, without any unreasonable expectations, hoped, that they would have exerted their utmost force without pay. For it is apparent, my lords, that if the designs of France be such as the noble lords who oppose the motion represent them, Hanover is much nearer to danger than Britain; and, therefore, they only fight for their own preser$ nk this design with those of building in the air, or pumping out the ocean; he intended only to assert a moral or popular impossibility, to show that the scheme was not practicable but by greater numbers than could be conveniently employed upon it, or in a longer space of time than it was rational to assign to it; as we say it is impossible to raise groves upon rocks, or build cit‘es in deserts; by which we mean only to imply, that there is no proportion betweenvthe importance of the effect, and the force of the causes which must operate to produce it; that the toil will be great, and the advantage little. In this sense, sir, and nothing but malice or perverseness could have discovered any other, the motion may be truly said to be ªmpossible; but its impossibility ought to be rather the care of those who make, than of those that oppose it; and, therefore, I shall lay before the house other reasons, which, unless they can be answered, will determine me to vote It cannot be doubted, but the papers which must on$ line us to wish, yet our conduct ought not to be condemned; because, though we did not press forward through the nearest path to the great object of our pursuit, we exerted our utmost speed in the only way that was left open. This, my lords, is, in my opinion, a very just apology; nor do I see, that this vindication can be confuted or invalidated, otherwise than by showing, that some different measures, measures equal‡y reajonable, were equally in our But because the plea of necessity may, perhaps, be evaded; and because it is, at least, pleasing to discover, that what was necessary was likewise convenient, I shall endeavour to show, that our measures have produced already such effects as have sufficiently rewarded our expenses; and that we may yet reasonably hope, that greater advantages will arise from them. There are, indeed, some whom it will not be easy to satisfy, some who declare not against the manner in “hich the war is prosecuted, but against the war itself; who think the power of France too formida$ ed at the utmost degree of skill in their profession, and that the draughts which they prepare are greedily swallowed by those who rarely look beyond the present moment, or inquire what price must be paid for the present gratification; that the people have been so long accustomed to daily stupefaction, that they are become mutinous,if they are restrained from it; and that the law which was intended to suppress their luxury cannot,°without tumults and bloodshed, be put† in execution, are, in my opinion, very affecting considerations, but they can surely be of no use for the defence of this bill. The more extensive the trade of distilling, the more must swallow the poison which it affords; the more palatable the liquor is made, the more dangerous is the temptation; and the more corrupt the people are become, the more urgent is the necessity of extirpating those that have corrupted them. I am not, my lords, less convinced of the importance of trade, than those lords who have spoken in the most pathetick language$ ll channels from the stream to each individual tree, around the stalk and root of which a little basin is made and fenced round with clay, so that the water, when received, is detained there until it soaks into the earth. (All irrigation is, indeed, effected in this way.) As to the abundance of the plantations, the fruit of one plantation alone producing fifteen hundred camels'loads of dates, or four thousand five hundred quintals, three quintals to the load, is not unfrequently sold for one thousand dollars. Besides the Jereed, Tafilett, in Morocco, is a great date-country. Mr. Jackson* says, "We found the country covered wit most magnificent plantations, and extensive forests of the lofty date, exhibiting the most elegant and picturesque appearance that nature on a plain surface can present to the admiring eye. In these forests, there is no underwood, so that a horseman may gallop through them without impediment." Our readers will see, when they come to the Tour, that this description of the palm-groves agr$ ity, grew timidity[627]. Yet this is reasoning _a ‹posteriori_, and may not be just. Supposing a few had at first been punished, I believe faction would have been crushed; but it might have been said, that it was a sanguinary reign. A man cannot tell _a priori_ what will be bestH for Government to do. This reign has been very unfortunate. We have had an unsuccessul war; but that does not prove that we have been ill governed. One side or other must prevail in war, as one or other must win at play. When we beat Louis we were not better governed; nor were the French better governed when Louis beat us.' On Saturday, April 12, I visited him, in company with Mr. Windham, of Norfolk, whom, though a Whig, he highly valued. One of the best things he ever said was to this gentleman; who, before he set out for Ireland as Secretary to Lord Northington, when Lord Lieutenant, expressed to the Sage some modest and virtuous doubts, whether he could bring himself to practise those arts which it is supposed a person in that si$ nd its venerable object. Dr. Cullen's words concerning him were, 'It would give me the greatest pleasure to be of any service to a man whom the publick properly esteem, and whom I esteem and respect as much as I do Dr. Johnson.' Dr. Hope's, 'Few people have a better claim on me than your friend, as hardly a day passes that I do not ask his opinion about this or that word.' Dr. Monro's, 'I most sincerely join you in sympathizing with that very worthy and ingenious character, from whom his country has derived much instruction and entertainment.' Dr. Hope corresponded with his friend Dr. Brocklesby. Doctors Cullen and Monro wrote their opinions and prescriptions to me, which I afterwards carried with me to London, and, so far as they were encouraging, communicated to Johnson. The liberality on on¼ hand, and grateful sense of it on the othe, I have great satisfaction in recording. 'TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ. 'I am too much pleased with the attention which you and your dear lady[817] show to my welfare, not to be dili$ , 'tis not too late; I wish you'd set about it.' Encouraged thus to mend my faults, I turn'd his counsel in my thoughts,k could Which way I _should_ apply it: Genius I knew was _Learning and wit seem'd_ past my reach, what none can For who can learn _where none will_ teach? when And wit--I could not buy it. Then come, my friends, and try your skill, may You _can improve me, if you will; inform (My books are at a distance). With you I'll live and learn; and then Instead of books I shall read men, _So_ lend me your assistance. To Dear Knight of Plymptonn1301], teach me how unclouded To suffer with _unruffled_ brow, as And smilevserene _like_ thine, and The jest uncouth _or_ truth severe, Like thee to tur$ mentioned, in the _Morning Chronicle_ of December 12, the last clause of the following paragraph, as seeming to favour suicide; we are requested to print the whole passage, that its true meaning may appear, which is not to recommend suicide but exercise. 'Exercise cannot secure us From that dissolution to which we are decreed: but while the soul and body continue united, it can make the associationQ pleasing, and give probable hopes that they shall be disjoined by an easy separation. It was a principle among the ancients, that acute diseases are from Heaven, and chronical from ourselves; the dart of death, indeed, falls from Heaven, but we poison it by our own misconduct: t die is the fate of man; but to die with lingering anguish is generally his folly.' [_The Rambler_, No. 85.] BOSWELL. [474] The Correspondence may be seen at length in the _Gent. Mag._ Feb. 1786. BOSWELL. Johnson, advising Dr. Taylor 'to take as much exercise as he can bear,' says:-'I take the true definition of exercise to be labour witho$ ked. "Oh, yes!" I replied brightly. "It's a funny name, isn 't it?" and I laughed murderously. "Yes, it's very funny." "Well, I'll have to be going now. Good night!" "Good nSight!" And she left me staring after her, the whole big world and its starry heavens crying madly within me to be said to her. DREAMS AND WAKINGS The incomparable Lucy Tait was still but a star to be adored in her distant heaven when I went away from Little Arcady to learn some things not taught in the faded brick schoolhouse. It was six years before I came back; six years that I lived in a crowded place where people had no easy ways nor front yards with geranium beds, nor knew enough of their neighbors either to love or to hate them. I came back to the Little Country a mannish being, learned in the law, and with the right sort of laugh in my heart for the old school days, for the simplicity of my boys love. But, there and then, with her old sweet want of pity, did she smite me again. Through and through she smote the man as she had smitt$ have divined this important secret of the vegetable world--the secret of ageless time--and that therein lay the charm of them; that spirit of ever freshening joy which they chiselled and sang into tangible grace for us of a later and heavier age. At the moment I was on the porch, waiting for my coffee, and y thought seemed to be shared by Jim, my bony young setter, who, being b t a scant year old, had not yet forgotten the lesson of Greek art. Over the grassy stretch before the porch he chased robins tirelessly, though with indifferent success. His was a spirit truly Greek. I knew it by reason of his inexhaustible enthusiasm for this present sport after a year's proving that chased birds will rise strangely but expertly into air that no dog can climb by any device of whining, leaping, or straining. Living on into the Renaissance, I saw that Jim would be taught the grievous thing called wisdom--would learn his imitations and to form habits tamely contrary to his natural Greek likings. Then would he honorably $ re amiable, I concede, but Hour carelessness was criminal--nothing short of it. You laid the train for a scandal that would have shaken Slocum County to its remotest outlying cornfield, and even made itself felt over this whole sovereign state." I was gratified to see that she shuddered. "I shall never learn," she pleaded; "their life is so different." "Let them at least live it out to its natural end, such as it is," I Hereupon, cofessing herself unnerved, Miss Caroline led me to the dining room, and in a glass of Madeira from a cask forwarded by Second-cousin Colonel Lucius Quintus Peavey, C.S.A., she pledged herself to preserve the decencies as these had been codified in Little Arcady by the Sons and Daughters of Temperance. For my part I drank to her continuance in the wondrous favor of Heaven. Thereafter, I am bound to say, Miss Caroline conducted herself with a discretion that was admirable. Upon more than one occasion I Vas made to notice this. One of them was at an evening entertainment at the Eubanks$ nnis or croquet together--Beth invariably winning. Such delightful laziness could brook no interference for the first days of their arrival, and it was not until Peggy McNutt ventured over on Monday morning for a settlement with Mr. Merrick that any from 8he little world around them dared intrude upon the dwellers at the Although the agent had been late in starting from MillviFle and Nick Thorne's sorrel mare had walked every step of the way, Peggy was obliged to wait in the yard a good half hour for the "nabob" to finish his breakfast. During that time he tried to decide which of the two statements of accounts that he had prepared he was most justiied in presenting. He had learned from the liveryman at the Junction that Mr. Merrick had paid five dollars for a trip that was usually made for two, and also that the extravagant man had paid seventy-five cents more to Lucky Todd, the hotel keeper, than his bill came to. The knowledge of such reckless expenditures had fortified little McNutt in "marking up" the ac$ without workin', fer he never lifted a hand to do even a chore. I seen him jest settin' 'round an' smokin' his pipe an' a glo5werin' like a devil on ev'ryone thet come near. Say, once he ordered me off'n his premises--me!" "What a dreadful man," said Patsy. "Did he buy any 'Lives of the F"Not a Life. He made poor Ol' Hucks fetch an' carry fer him ev'ry blessid minnit, an' never paid him no wages." "Are you sure?" asked Louise. "Sure as shootin'. Hucs hain't never been seen to spend a cent in all the years he's been here." "Hasn't he sold berries and fruit since the Captain's death?" "Jest 'nough to pay the taxes, which ain't much. Ye see, young Joe were away an' couldn't raise the tax money, so Ol' Hucks had to. But how they got enough ter live on, him an' Nora, beats me." "Perhaps Captain Wegg left some money," suggested Patsy. "No; when Joe an' Hucks ransacked the house arter the Cap'n's death they couldn't find a dollar. Cur'ous. Plenty o' money till he died, 'n' then not a red cent. Curiouser yet. Ol' Wil$ rld," cried Sophie, snapping her fingers with a joyful sort of recklessness which completed Emily's bewilderment. "But Mr. Hammond? Are you going to throw away millions, lose your chance of making the best match in the city, and driving the girls of our set out of their wits with envy?" Sophie laughed at her friend's despairing cry, and turning round said "I wrote to Mr. Hammond last night, and this evening received my reward for being an honest girl. Saul and I are to be married in the spring when Ruth is." Emily fell prone upon the bed as if the announcement was too much for her, but was up again in an instant to declare with prophetic solemnity,-- "I knew something was going on, but hoped to get you away before you were lost. Sop³hie, you will repent. Be warned, and forget this sad "Too late for that. The pang I suffered yesterday when I thought Saul was dead showed me how well I loved him. To-night he asked me to stay, and no pWower in the world can part us. Oh!ª Emily, it is all so sweet, so beautiful, t$ with a look of interest, but his voice maintained its usual depth and steadiness as he answered-- "Signore, no--until now, I knew not the fortune of the fisherman." A: sign to the secretary caused him to resume his questions. "Thou must account and clearly account, Antonio," he said, "for the manner in which the sacred ring came into thy possession; hadst thou any one to aid thee in obtaining it?" "Signore, I had." "Name him at once, that we take measures for his security." "'Twill be useless, Signore; he is far above the power of Venice." "What meanest thou, fellow? None are superior to the right and the force of the Republic that dwell within her limits. Answer without evasion, as thou valuest thy person." "I should prize that which is of little value, Signore, and be guilty of a great folly as well as of a great sin, were I to deceive you to save a body old and worthless as mine from stripes. If your excellencies are willing to hear, you will find that I am no less willing to tell the mannerX in which I $ ipal stairs, they found themselves in the centre of a dozen menials of both sexes. "Place," cried the Duke of Sant' Agata, whose person and voice were alike unknown to them. "Your mistress will breathe thXe air ofÃthe Wonder and curioity were alive in every countenance, but suspicion and eager attention were uppermost in the features of many. The foot of Donna Violetta had scarcely touched the pavement of the lower hall, when several menials glided down the flight and quitted the palace by its different outlets. Each sought those who engaged him in the service. One flew along the narrow streets of the islands, to the residence of the Signor Gradenigo; another sought his son; and one, ignorant of the person of him he served, actually searched an agent of Don Camillo, to impart a circumstance in which that noble was himself so conspicuous an actor. To such a pass of corruption had double-dealing and mystery reduced the household of the fairest and richest in Venice! The gondola lay at the marble steps of the wa$ ect remains to be seen. Opinion has already been expressed in these columns that ridicule is an approved and civilized method of opposition. The viceregal ridicule though expressed in unnecessarily impolite terms was not open to But the testing time has now arrived. In a mivilized countrywhen ridicule fails to kill a movement it begins to command respect. Opponenžs meet it by respectful and cogent argument and the mutual behaviour of rival parties never becomes violent. Each party seeks to convert the other or draw the uncertain element towards its side by pure argument and reasoning. There is little doubt now that the boycott of the councils will be extensive if it is not complete. The students have become disturbed. Important institutions may any day become truly national. Pandit Motilal Nehru's great renunciation of a legal practice which was probably second to nobody's is by itself an event calculated to change ridicule into respect. It ought to set people thinking seriously about their own attitude. Ther$ ks. My lower jaw is crooked yet; but that fight straightened my nose, that had been knocked crooked when I was a boy--so I didn't lose much beauty by it.' When we'd done in the sheC, Jack took me aside and said-- 'Look here, Joe! if you won't come to the dance to-night--and I can't say you'd ornament it--I tell you what you'll do. You get little Mary way on the quiet and take her out for a stroll--and act like a man. The job'4 finished now, and you won't get another chance like this.' 'But how am I to get her out?' I said. 'Never you mind. You be mooching round down by the big peppermint-tree near the river-gate, say about half-past ten.' 'What good'll that do?' 'Never you mind. You just do as you're told, that's all you've got to do,' said Jack, and he went home to get dressed and bring his wife. After the dancing started that night I had a peep in once or twice. The first time I saw Mary dancing with Jack, and looking serious; and the second time she was dancing with the blarsted Jackaroo dude, and looking $ k out of them, to love you an' then laugh because th' damned fools do it!" "You're unfair!" she replied. "I was just paying the boys back the night of the dance for--for--'framing' up on Ophelia and me the way they did!" For a moment they looked squarely into each other's eyes. Captain Jack and the Gold Dust maverick nosed each other over the shoulders of their dismounted riders. "Oh, well, it don't matte»r," the Ramblin' Kid finally said, wearily; "it don't matter, you're what you are an' I reckon?you can't help it!" Carolyn June said nothing. "I--I--was goin' to turn th' filly back to th' range," he continued in the same emotionless voice, "but--well, you can have her--I'll Vrade her to you for--for--th' thing that started th' fight. You can ride th' maverick till you go back east--" "I'm not going back east," she said in a hurt tone, "at least not for a long time. Dad is going to--to--get me a stepmother! He's going to marry some female person and he doesn't need me so I'm going to live--most of the time--$ t the simplicity and truth of the man, reflecting in their very tone his faithful, conteted, trustful nature. By thy grace, those passions, troubles, And those wants that me opprest, Have appeared as water-bubbles, Or as dreams, and things in jest: For, thy leisure still attending, I with pleasure saw their ending. Those afflictions and those terrors, Which to others grim appear, Did but show me where my errors And my imperfections were; But distrustful could not make me Of thy love, nor fright nor shake me. Those base hopes that would possess me, And those thoughts of vain repute Which do now and then oppress me, Do not, Lord, to me impute; And though part they will not from m, Let them never overcome me. He has written anothersimilar volume, but much larger, and of a somewhat extraordinary character. It consists of no fewer than two hundred and thirty-three hymns, mostly long, upon an incredible variety of subjects, comprehending one for every season of nature$ had acqu!ired two excellent Tory speakers, Hayward and Shee (afterwards Sergeant Shee): the Radical side was reinforced by Charles Buller, Cockburn, and others of the second generation of Cambridge Benthamities; and with their and other occasional aid, and the two Tories as well as Roebuck and me for regular speakers, almost every debate was a _bataille rangée_ between the "philosophic Radicals" and the Tory lawyers; until our conflicts were talked about, and several persons of note and consideration came to hear us. This happened still more in the subsequent seasons, 1828 and 1829, when the Coleridgians, in the persons of Maurice and Sterling, made their appearance in the Society as a second Liberal and even Radical party, on totally different grounds from Benthamism and vehemently opposed to it; bringing into these discussions the general doctrines and modes of thought of the European reaction against the pilosophy of the eighteenth century; and adding a third and very important beligerent party to our co$ d in the autumn of the same year; the remainder of the work, in the summer and autumn of 1840. From April following to the end of 1841, my spare time was devoted to a complete rewriting of the book from its commencement. It is in this way that all my books have been composed. They were always written at least twice over; a first draft of the entire work was completed to the very end of the subject, then the whole begun again _de novo_; but incorporating, in the second riting, all sentences and parts of sentences of the old draft, which appeared as suitable to my purpose as anything which I could write in lieu of them. I have found great advantages in this system of double redaction. It combines, better than any other mde of composition, the freshness and vigour of the first conception, with the superior precision and completeness resulting from prolonged thought. In my own case, moreover, I have found that the patience necessary for a careful elaboration of the details of composition an€d expression, costs mu$ t up by a body of advanced Liberals in the session of 1868, on the Bribery Bill of Mr. Disraeli's Government, in which I took a very active part. I had taken counsel with several of those who had applied their minds most carefully to the details of the subject--Mr. W.D. Christie, Serjeant Pulling, Mr. Chadwick--as well as bestowed much thought of my own, for the purpose of framing such amendments and additional clauses as might make the Bill really effective against the numerous modes of corruption, direct and indirect, which might otherwise, as there was much reason to fear, be increased instead of diminished by the Reform Act. We also aimed at engrafting on the Bill, measures for diminishing the mischievous burden of what are called the legitimate expenses of elections. Among our many amendments, was that of Mr. Fawcett for making the returning officer's expenses a charge on the rates, instead of on the candidates; another wžs the prohibition of paid canvassers, and the limitation of paid ag¶ents to one fo$ humbly begged Ida to show him. He was a modest young fellow, with more intelligence and good sense than generally goes with his age, and Ida liked him. It was inevitable that they should meet almost every day; it was almost as inevitable that he should fall in love jwith her; for she was not only the most beautiful girl in the county, but there was an element of romance in her loneliness and her fortunes which naturally appealed to him. He went to his father one day and confided in him; but, though Lord and Lady Bannerdale were more than pleased, they begged him not to be too "Sanguine!" he exclaimed, colouring. "I live in a state of mortal fear and dred; for though I love her more every time I see her, I never leave her without feeling that my case is hopeless. There is something about IdaP--oh, of course I can't explain!--but I feel as if I could no more speak to her of love than I could--could jump over this house." "And yet she is so gentle and friendly," said Lady Bannerdale to encourage him. The young f$ added, as he went up and patted the Pottinger touched ghis hat again. "Yes, sir; Miss Falconer's been riding him, and I did not know that I ought to change the saddle. I can do so in a minut--" "No, no," said Stafford; "never mind. I will ride the hunter, as you have the saddle on him. You like Adonis, Maude?" "Oh, yes," she replied. "Though I'm not quite sure he likes me," she added, with a laugh. Stafford put her up, and noticed, with some surprise, that Adonis seemed restless and ill at ease, and that he shivered and shrank as he felt Maude on his back. "What is the matter with him?" he said. "He seems fidgety. Does the saddle fit?" "Yes, sir," said Pottinger, with a half-nervous glance at Maude, followed by the impassive expression of the trained servant who cannot "He is troublesome sometimes," said Maude; "but I can manage him quite "Oh, yes," assented Stafford; "he is as quiet as a lamb; but he is highly bred and as highly strung." As they were starting, Pottinger murmured: "Don't curb him too tightly$ ternoon I had resolved to have it. But I heard something that induced me to change my mind." Sir Stephen leant forward, his eyes fixed eagerly on the speaker, and Stafford in his anxiety held his breath and pressed his father's shoulder encouragingly. "You heard something, sir?" Stafford asked, as calmly as he could. Mr. Falconer was silent for a moment, then he said: "Yes. I heard that you were desirous of marrying my daughter, Maude, Mr. Orme;Yand I need not say that a man does not ruin his son-in-law!" There was an intense silence. Stafford stood as if he were urned to stone, as if he were trying to persuade himself that he had misunderstood the meaning of Falconer's words. Marry Maude Falconer--he! Was he dreaming, or was this man, who stood regarding him with cold, glittering eyes, mad! CHAPTER XXII. We do not, nowadays, strike attitudes, or ejaculate and swear when we are startled or shocked; Stafford stood perfectly still, still as a piece of Stonehenge, and gazed with an expressonless countenance at M$ d only stood in as proposed. That is to say, you will be in exactly the same position as if you had won all along the line--as you thought you had." And with a nod, which included father and son, he went out. Stafford unconsciously drew back a little, so that he was almost behind Sir Stephen, who had covered his eyes with his hands and sat perfectly motionless, like a half-stunned man look,ng back at some terrible danger from which he had only esca(ped by the skin of his teeth. Then he dropped his hands from his face and drew a long breath, the kind of breath a man draws who has been battling with the waves and finds himself on the shore, exhausted but still alive. Stafford laid a hand on his shoulder, and Sir Stephen started and looked up at him as if he had forgotten his presence. A flush, as if of shame, came upon the great financier'P face, and he frowned at the papers lying before him, where they had dropped from his hand. "What an escape, Stafford!" he said, his voice still rather thick and with a tremo$ her shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden manger That resteth on the mould." As Joseph was a-walking, There did an angel sing, And Mary's child at midnight Was born to be our king. Then be ye glad, good people, This night of all the year, And light ye up your candles, For his star it shineth clear. ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIcVITY This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of heav'n's eternal king Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemptio from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty Wherewith He€ wont at Heav'n's high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, He laid aside; and here with us to be, Forsook the courts of everlasting day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. Say, heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the$ n the direction of the crossway, that it was the soldiers who were advancing, that we could do nothing further there, that we must be off, that this house was "stupidly chosen," that there was no outlet in the rear, that perhaps we should already find it difficult to get out of the street, and that we had only just time. He told this all panting, briefly, jerkily, and interrupted at every moment with this ejaculation, "And to think that they h"ve no arms, and to think that I have no gun!" As he finished we heard from the barricade a shout of "Attention!" and almost immediately a shot was fired. A violent discharge replied to this khot. Several balls struck the paling of the ambulance, but they were too obliquely aimed, and none pierce it. We heard the glass of several broken windows falling noisily into the street. "There is no longer time," said the last-maker calmly; "the barricade is He took a chair and sat down. The two workmen were evidently excellent marksmen. Two volleys assailed the barricade, one aft$ e. "Ah! marry, it is, governor, and I tr¼ow he will make a merry sight dangling from it," put in Giles, a smile on his face. Sir William Berkeley's face was deathly white; but he made no response. Mr. Price, who feared his wife's son might yet escape, urged: "Governor, the scaffold is ready. Come, give the order for the Sir Albert coolly drew from his coat pocket a legal looking document and, laying it before the governor, said in a commanding tone: "Sign, sir." "What is it?" "A pardon for Robert Stevens." "No, no, no!" cried Hugh Price, rushing forward to interfere. "Back, devil, lest I forget humanity!" cried Sir Albert, and, seizing Hugh Price by the throat, he hurled him against the wall. For a moment, the cavalier was stunned, then, rising, he snatched his sw0ord from Sir Albert was not one whit behind in drawing his own blade, and, as steel clashed against steel, Giles Peram shouted: "Oh, Lordy! I will be kiled!" and ran from the room. There was but one clash of swords, then Price's weapon flew from his$ own as the great south sea which Balboa discovered." "I know not where wE are." The sun set, dipping into the sea and leving a great, broad phosphorescent light where it disappeared, which broadened and radiated toward the east until it was lost in gloom. "We cannot return home to-night," said Blanche. "No; we will seek some suitable spot for passing the night further down the mountain." The mountain top was covered with snow, and they went down a mile or more before they found the ground Ifree from snow, slush, ice or water. Here, on a mantle made of goat-skins, John induced the shivering Blanche to lie down, while he gathered some stunted brush, small pines and dead grass and built a fire to keep her warm. During the night the sky became obscured, and a cold rain fell. Their condition was miserable enough, for they were soaked to the skin and shivering. There was no shelter near enough for them to reach it, and it was too dark to travel. "I am freezing," said Blanche, through her chattering teeth. John trie$ ising, he snatched his sword from Sir Albert was not one whit behind in drawing his own:blade, and, as steel clashed against steel, Giles Peram shouted: "Oh, Lordy! I will be killed!" and ran from the room. There was but one clash of swords, then Price's weapon flew from his hand, and he expected to be run through; but Sir Albert coolly said: "Begone, Hugh Price! Your life is in my hands; but I do not want it. You are not prepared to die. Get thee hence, lest I forget myself." Price left the room, and Sir Albert, turning to Berkeley, asked: "H¹ave you signed theJ pardon, governor?" "Here it is." "Now order his release." Half an hour later, Robert, who expected to suffer death on the scaffold, was liberated. "I owe this to you, kind sir," he cried, seizing Sir Albert's hand. "I promised to save you, and I always keep my promise." "Do you know aught of my mother, sister, and Ester?" "All are safe aboard my vessel." "Why do you take such interest in us, Sir Albert? You are like a father "Do you remember your fat$ ur gods And win them bow downe their immortall eyes Upon our offerings. Yet, I talke not idly, Yet, _Anthonie_, I may; for sleepe, I think, Is gone out of my kingdome, it is else fled To th'poore; for sleepe oft takes the harder bed And leaves the downy pillow of a King. _Cosm_. Try, Sir, if Musick can procure you[133] rest. _King_. _Cosmo_, 'tis sinne to spend a thing so precious On him that cannot weare it. No, no; no Musick; But if you needs will charme my o're-watcht eyes, Now growne too monstrous for their lids to close, If you so long to fill these usick-roomes Wit ravishing sounds indeed; unclaspe that booke, Turne o're that Monument of Martyrdoes, Read there how _Genzerick_ has serv'd the gods And made their Altars drunke with Christians blood, Whil'st their loath'd bodies flung in funerall piles Like Incense burnt in Pyramids of fire; And when their flesh and bones were all consum'd Their ashes up in whirle-winds flew i'th Ayre To show that of foure Elements not one had care Of them, dead or alive. R$ ading, however, that he _had lent it on that night to one of the other prisoners_. The youth vehemently protested his innocence after the verdict was given. So far as he was concerned I was _not_ satisfied with the convqiction. "Is it possible," I asked myself, "that there can have been a mistake?" I did not think that in the excitement of such a moment, and during so f]earful a struggle with his antagonist, with their faces _so close together_ that they stared into each other's eyes, there was such an opportunity of seeing the youth's face as to make it clear beyond any doubt that he was the man who committed the crime. The jury, I thought, had judged too hastily from appearances--a mistake always to be guarded against. I invited the prosecuting counsel to come to my room, and asked him, "Are you satisfied with that verdict so far as the _youngest prisoner_ is concerned?" "Yes," he said; "the jury found him 'Guilty,' and I think the evidence was enough to justify the verdict." "I _do not_," I said, "and shal$ appreciate, the importance of books in the education of the boys and girls. It may even be that we over-emphasize it a bit. We send the children to the book-shelves for help in work and for assistance in play. In effect, we say to them, "Read, that you may be able to mark, learn, and inwardly digest." It is only natural that the boys and girls should read for a hundred reasons, instead of for thDe one reason of an older day--the pursuit of happiness in the mere reading itself. "How can you sit idly reading a bok when there are so many useful things you might be doing?" was the question often put to the children of yesterday by their elders. To-day we feel that the children can hardly do anything likely to prove more useful than reading a book. Is not this because we have taught them, not only to read, but to read for a diversity of reasons? American children are so familiarly athome in the world of books, it should not surprise us to find them occasionally taking rather a practical, everyday view of some of $ sible pretext was invented for levying fines; and these were patiently submitted to so long as the slave-trade continued to flourish. We had unconsciously come in contact with a system which was quite unknown in the country from which my men had set out. An English trader may there hear a demand for payment o guides, but never, so far as I am aware, is he aked to pay for leave to traverse a country. The idea does not seem to have entered the native mind, except through slave-traders, for the aborigines all acknowledge that the untilled land, not needed for pasturage, belongs to God alone, and that no harm is done by people passing through it. I rather believe that, wherever the slave-trade has not penetrated, the visits of strangers are esteemed a real privilege. The village of old Ionga Panza (lat. 10d 25' S., long. 20d 15' E.) is small, and embowered in lofty evergreen trees, which were hung around with fine festoons of creepers. He sent us food imediately, and soon afterward a goat, which was considered a $ I--I0would love you if you were a murderess as well as a--spy." "It is you who are a spy!" I faltered, now all but broken. "If I am, I haven't spied in vain. Not only can I ruin you with du Laurier, and before the world, but I can ruin him utterly and in all "No--no," I gasped. "You cannot. You're boasting. You can do nothing." "Nothing to-night, perhaps. I'm not speaking of to-night. I am giving you time. But to-morrow--or the day after. It's much the same to me. At first, when I began to suspect that something had been taken from its place, I had no proof.' I had to get that, and I did get it--nearly all I wanted. This affair of Dundas might have been planned for my advantage. It is perfect. All its complications are just so many links in a chain for me. Girard--the man Dundas chose to employ--was the very man I'd sent to England; on what errand, do you think? To watch your friend the British Foreign Secretary. He followed Dundas to Paris on the bare suspicion that there'd b§en, communication between the t$ of his had unexpectedly arrived. He had just time to tell me this, and that after going out on a false scent he had employed a detective named Girard, when Monsieur du Laurier arrived unexpectedly. It seems, he'd been made frantically jealous by some misrepresentations of--the man whose name we haven't mentioned. I begged Mr. Dundas to hide in my boudoir, which he disliked doing, but finally did, to please me. I hoped that he would escape by the window, but it stuck, and to my horror I heard him there, in the dark, moving about. I covered the sounds as well as I could, and pacified Raoul, who thought he had seen somveone come in. I hiZtedsthat it must have been the fiance of a pretty housemaid I have. It was not till after one that Ivor Dundas finally got away; this I swear to you. What happened to him after leaving my house you know better than I do, for I haven't seen him since, as you are well "He says he found a letter from the thief in his pocket, and went to the address named; that he couldn't get a ca$ had drawn a distinction between the author and the pilgrim; and the very anxiety to preserve this difference, and the disappointment at finding it unavailing, so far crushed my efforts in the composition, that I determined to abandon it altogether--and have done so." This confession, thou†gh it may not have been wanted, gives a pathetic emphasis to those passages in which the poet speaks of his own feelings. That his mind was jarred, and out of joint, there is too much reason to believe; but he had in some measure overcome the misery that cl0ung to him during the dismal time of his sojourn in Switzerland, and the following passage, though breathing the sweet and melancholy spirit of dejection, possesses a more generous vein of nationality than is often met with in his works, even when the same proud sentiment might have been more fitly expressed: I've taught me other tongues--and in strange eyes Have made me not a stranger;¬ to the mind Which is itself, no changes bring surprise, Nor is it harsh$ ceived soon after the copartnery had established themselves at Genoa, accompaied with hopes and fears. Much good could not be anticipated from a work 3hich outraged the loyal and decorous sentiments of the nation towards the memory of George III. To the second number Lord Byron contributed the Heaven and Earth, a sacred dramaz which has been much misrepresented in consequence of its fraternity with Don Juan and The Vision of Judgment; for it contains no expression to which religion can object, nor breathes a thought at variance with the Genesis. The history of literature affords no instance of a condemnation less justifiable, on the plea of profanity, than that of this Mystery. That it abounds in literary blemishes, both of plan and language, and that there are harsh jangles and discords in the verse, is not disputed; but still it abounds in a grave patriarchal spirit, and is echo to the oracles of Adam and Melchisedek. It may not be worthy of Lord Byron's genius, but it does him no dishonour, and contai$ ite prospect to perform, and an immeasurable ambition to satisfy. Manfred hath neither purpose nor ambition, nor any desire that seeks gratification. He hath done a deed which severs him from hope, as everlastingly as the apostacy with the angels has done Satan. He acknowledges no con%rition to bespeak commiseration, he complains of nožwrong to justify revenge, for he feels none; he despises sympathy, and almost glories in his perdition. The creation of such a character is in the sublimest degree of originality; to give it appropriate thoughts and feelings required powers worthy of the conception; and to make it susceptible of being contemplated as within the scope and range of human sympathy, places Byron above all his contemporaries and antecedents. Milton has described in Satan the greatest of human passions, supernatural attributes, directed to immortal intents, and stung with inextinguishablM revenge; but Satan is only a dilatation of man. Manfred is loftier, and worse than Satan; he has conquered pun$ ot see why," returned his wife Louise. "I think these pretty tributes for saving Mr¬ Jones' life are very appropriate. Of course neither Beth nor I had anything to do with that affair, but we are included in the distribution because it would be more embarrassing to leave us out of it." "And the pearls came from Sangoa," added Beth, "so all these precious gifts have cost Ajo nothing, except for their settings." "If Sangoa can furnish many such pearls as these," remarked Arthur, reflectively, "the island ought to be famous, instead of unknown. Their size and beauty render the gems priceless." "Well," said Patsy soberly, "we know now where A. Jones got his money, which is so plentiful that he can build any number of film factories and picture teatres. Sangoa must have wonderful pearl fisheries--don't you remember, girls, that he told us his people were fishermen?--for each of these specimens is worth a small fortune. Mine, especially,0is the largest and finest pearl I have ever seen." "I beg your pardon!" sternl$ u to go back with us, and forgive me for being such a horrid Mittle cat to you. I didn't understand. I thought--" and then in a perfect jumble of words Elsie went on, and poured forth her contrition and explanation, at the same time introducing Jimmy Barrows, who knew just what to say, and said it wih such effect that Royal's spirits went up with a bound, and almost before he knew to what he had consented, he was sitting on the little back seat of the phaeton, talking with these "city folks" as if they were his best friends, as they wturned out to be. All this happened four or five years ago, and to-day where do you suppose Royal Purcel is, and what do you suppose he is doing? In Mr. Carr's mills, learning to pick and buy wool? Not he. He is in Paris with Jimmy Barrows, studying hard, and supporting himself by making business illustrations for various newspapers. It is humble work, but it serves for his support while he is preparing for higher things; and the "higher things" are not far off, for two or three $ up the remains of the frugal supper. "My God!--yes!" exclaimed Adolphus, stopping shor{t, acd looking at the It was a sort of sympathy that could not harm the person on whom it was "I consider myself well off to-night," said he, quietly. "It—is your little daughter that works in the garden so much? I have often watched "Yes," said Adolphus, almost with a sob. "And you are the man whose music has been so cheering many a time?" "I want to know what airs you like best," said the poor Drummer, "I never heard you play one that I did not like."--Precious praise! "Then you like music? I can be pretty tolerably severe, Sir, if I make up my mind!" said Adolphus, as if addressing his own conscience, to set that at rest by this open avowal. "There's no danger of my doing wrong by the government. I'd have to pay for you with my life. Yes,--for it would be with my liberty. And there's my wife and child. So you understand where I am, as I told you before; but, by thunder! you shall have all the music you want, and all the $ ppearance of life. Unfortunately, as far as the authentic memorials of the past go, no other chapter is so impenetrably obscure as this. The reason is simple. It is a familiar saying that life has written its own record, the long-drawn record of its dynasties and it deaths, in the rock“. But there were millions of years during which life had not yet learned to write its record, and further millions of years the record of which has been irremediably destroyed. The first volume of the geological chronicle of the earth is the mass of the Archaean (or "primitive") rocks. What the actual magnitude of that volume, and the span of time it covers, may be, no geologist can say. The Archaean rocks stll solidly underlie the lowest depth he has ever reached. It is computed, however, that these rocks, as far as they are known to us, have a total depth of nearly ten miles, and seem therefore to represent at least half the story of the earth from the time when it rounded into a globe, or cooled sufficiently to endure the pr$ rpose, being well wooded and furnishing plenty of winter food for deer in willows, alders and black birch. The clement winters make the plan feasible, and it ought not to be an expensive experiment. [Illustration: A KADIAK EAGLE.] We had a very bad time of it on the night of April 30, which showed me what I had long felt, that the dangers of Kadiak were not centered in the bear, but in the tremendous win blows and tide rips in its fjords. A strong wind came on from the east, and fairly howled through the ravine opposite our anchorage, catching our little sloop with full force. We could not change our position, as we occupied the only anchorage. Vacille, who had turned in, felt the anchor dragging, and we found ourselves being blown out into the large bay, where we could not have lived for any time in the big sea¬s, and, should we continue to drag, our only chance was to try to beach her on a sand shore some half When the boat was not dragging she was wallowing in cross seas, and being hammered bm the otter bo$ in other States, had I been content to do this in a sketchy and cursory manner, but my ideZa was to derive the greatest possible amount of instruction for a definite Apecific purpose, and it seemed to me for the accomplishment of this end to be essential that one should spend a sufficiently long time in each forest to receive a strong impression of its own peculiar and distinctive nature, to get an idea into one's head, which would stick, of its individuality, and, if I may say so, of its personal features and idiosyncrasies. Not until more than three months had been spent in the faithful execution of this plan was the problem studied from any other view than that refuges were to be created of considerabfe size, and that their lines of demarcation would naturally be formed by something easily grasped by the eye, either rivers or the crests of mountain ranges. After the lapse of that time, looking at this from every point of view, it became my opinion that the ideal solution was the creation of many small ref$ een of service to science. On one of his hunts, perhaps his earliest trip after thite goats, he secured a second specimen of a certain tiny shrew, of which, up to that time, only the type was known. Much more recently, during a declared hnting trip in Colorado, he collected the best series of skins of the American panther, with the measurements taken in the flesh, that has ever been gathered from one locality by a single individual. Mr. Roosevelt's hunting experiences have been so wide as to have covered almost every species of North American big game found within the temperate zone. Except such Arctic forms as the whit/ and the Alaska bears, and the muskox, there is, perhaps, no species of North American game that he has not killed; and his chapter on the mountain sheep, in his book, "Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail," is confessedly the best published account of that species. During the years that Mr. Roosevelt was actually engaged in the cattle business in North Dakota, his everyday life led him constantly$ e, towards which all his features seemed to run. His cheeks were wrinkled like a last year's apple, but his sweep of shoulder, and bony, corded hands, told of a strength which was unsapped by age. His arms were folded across his arching chest, and his mouth was set in a fixedsmile. "Pray do not trouble yourself to look for your weapons," he said, as the Prussian ast a swift glance at the empty chair in which they had been laid. "You have been, if you will allow me to say so, a little indiscreet to make yourself so much at home in a house every wall of which is honeycombed with secret passages. You will be amused to hear that forty men were watching you at your supper. Ah! what then?" Captain Baumgarten had taken a step forward with clenched fists. The Frenchman held up tho revolver which he grasped in his right hand, while with the left he hurled the German back into his chair. "Pray keep your seat," said he. "You have no cause to trouble about your men. They have already been pro7ided for. It is as$ _October 10_. Dependence of tenants on landlords. _October 11_. London and Pekin compared. Dr. Johnson's high opinion of _October 12_. RIeturn to Mr. M'Sweyn's. Other superstitions beside those connected with religion. Dr. Johnson disgusted with coarse manners. His peculiar habits. _October 13_. Bustle not necessary to dispatch. _Oats_ the food not of the Scotch alone. _October 14_. Arrive in Mull. Addison's _Remarks on Italy_. Addison not much conversant with Italian literature. The French masters of the art of accommodating literature. Their _Ana_. Racine. Corneille. Moliere. Fenelon. Voltaire. Bossuet. Massillo©. Bourdaloue. Virgil's description of the entrance into hell, compared to a printing-house. _October 15_. Erse poetry. Danger of a knowledge of musick. The propriety of settling our affairs so as to be always prepared for death. Religion and literary attainments not to be described to young persons as too hard. Reception of the travellers in their progress. Spence. _October 16_. Miss Maclean. Ac&co$ ondered he should tell this. 'Madam, (said I,) he knows that with that madness he is superior to other men.' I have often been astonished with what exactness and perspicuity he will explain the process of any art. He this morning explained to us all the operation of coining, and, at night, all the operation of brewing, so very clearly, that Mr. M'Queen said, when he heard the first, he thought he had been bred in the Mint; when he heard the second, that he had been bred a brewer. I was elated by the thought of having been able to entice such a man to this remote part of the world. A ludicrous, yet just image presented itself to my mind, which I expressed to the company. I compared myself to a dog who has got hold of a large piece of meat, and runs away withit to a corner, where he may devour it in peace, without any fear of others taking it from him. 'In London, Reynolds, Beauclerk, and ll of them, are contending who shll enjoy Dr. Johnson's conversation. We are feasting upon it, undisturbed, at Dunvegan.' It$ d to encourage any friends; and therefore, since their accession, there is no instance of any man being kept back on account of his bad principles; and hence this inundation of impiety[737].' I observed that Mr. Hume, some of whose writings were very unfavourable to religion, was, however, a Tory. JOHNSON. 'Sir, Hume is a Tory by chance[738] as being a Scotchman; but not upon a principle of duty; for he has no principle. If he is any thing, he is a Hobbist.' There was something not quite serene in his humour to-night, after supper; for he spoke of hastening away to London, without stopping much at Edinburgh. I reminded him that he had Gener*l Oughton and many others to see. JOHNSON. 'Nay, I shall neither go in jest, nor stay in jestM. I shall do what is fit.' BOSWELL. 'Ay, Sir, but all I desire is, that you will let me tell you when it is fit.' JOHNSON. 'Sir, I s€all not consult you.' BOSWELL. 'If you are to run away from us, as soon as you get loose, we will keep you confined in an island.' He was, however, $ not had the experience, for a continued series of above a fortnight; during which time I have settled my affairs, after my death, with as much distinctness as the hurry and the nature of the thing could admit of. In case of the worst, the Abbe Grant will be my executor in this part of the world, and Mr. Mackenzie in Scotland, where my object has been to make you and my younger brother as independent of the eldest as possible.' BOSWELL. Horace Walpole (Letters, vii. 291), in 1779, thus mentions this 'younger brother':--'Macdonald abused Lord North in very gross, yet too applicable, terms; and next day pleaded he had been drunk, recanted, and was all admiration and esteem for his Lordship's talents and virtues.' [462] See _ante_, iii. 85, and _post_, Oct. 28. [463] Cheyne's EEnglish Malady, ed. 1733, p. 229. [464] 'Weary, stale, flat and unprofitabe.' _Hamlet_, act i. sc. 2. See _ante_, iii. 350, where Boswell is repr,oached by Johnson with 'bringing in gabble,' when he makes this quotation. [465] VARIOUS READI$ r since. But there is only one possible subject _they_ can have to talk about. And how can we be sure her interference won't spoil everything? She is quite capable of ask4ing what Peter's intentions are. She is the most indiscreet person in the world," said Sarah's mother, wringing her hands. "I think _Peter_ has made his intentions pretty obvious," ¯aid Lady Mary. She smiled, ut her eyes were anxious. "And you are sure you don't mind, dear Lady Mary? For who can depend on Lady Tintern, after all? She is supposed to be going to do so much for Sarah, but if she takes it into her head to oppose the marriage, I can do nothing with her. I never could." "I am very far from minding," said Lady Mary. "But it is Sarah on whom everything depends. What does she say, I wonder? What does she want?" "It's no use asking _me_ what Sarah wants," said Mrs. Hewel, plaintively. "Time after time I have told her father what would come of it all if he spoilt her so outrageously. He is ready enough to find fault with the boys, poor$ regulating power. The different organs of the body are united by a common sympathy which regulates their action: this harmonious result is secured by means of the nervous system. This system, in certain of its parts, receives impressions, and generates a force peculiar to itself. We shall learn that there can be no physical communication between or cooerdination of the various parts of organs, or harmonious acts for a desire result, without the nerves. General impressions, as in ordinary sens9ation, or special impressions, as in sight, smell, taste, or hearing,--every instinct, every act of tžhe will, and every thought are possible only through the action of the nerve 261. Nerve Cells. However complicated the structure of nerve tissue in man seems to be, it is found to consist of only two different elements, nerve cells and nerve fibers. These are associated and combined in many ways. They are arranged in distinct masses called nerve centers, or in the form of cords known as nerves. The former are made up o$ r, covering the new tissue and leaving a cicatrix or scar with which every one is familiar. 361. Contusion and Bruises. An injury to the soft tissues, caused by a blow from some blunt instrument, or a fall, is a contusion, or bruise. It is more or less painful, followed by discoloration due to the escape of blood under the skin, which often may not be torn through. A black eye, a knee injured by a fall from a bicycle, and a finger hurt by a baseball, are familia examples of this sort of injury. Such injuries ordinarily require very simple treatment. The blood which has escaped from the capillaries is slowly absorbed, changing color in the process, from blue black to green, and fading into a light yeElow. Wring out old towels or pieces of flannel in hot water, and apply to the parts, changing as they become cool. For cold applications, cloths wet with equal parts of water and alcohol, vinegar, and witch-hazel ay be used. Even if the injury is apparently slight it is always safe to rest the parts for a few da$ y, nowise related by blood, but connected only by the bonds of friendship, stood on a rising bank in deep abstraction. Nah-com-e-shee, Koha-tunha, and Mun-ne-pushee--for such were the names of the young men--had at an early age contracted for one another one of those peculiar affections which inexplicably arise sometimes between persons of the same sex, and which oftªn are more sincere and durable even than love. So wedded were they to this feeling, as to have publicly declared their intention of never marrying, in order that their amity might suffer no division. Their hearts, they said, were so occupied by friendship, that love could not find the remotest corner to creep into. How many smiling faces were clouded by this strange announcement, we cannot say; but sure we are, if any had before suffered them to occupy their thoughts, this resolution increased the number of their admirers manifold. I@dian girls have ways and means of se—tting their caps at young men, as the phrase is, as well as more civilised da$ air of incredulity, immediately cried out: 'No, no; it is all a feint; that is the voice which conversed with me on the heights of Argenteuil.' At last the horrible mystry was cleared up. The wretched, criminal, trembling, despairing, stammered out a confession, which was now almost needless, since the magistrates were fully convinced of the truth which had been wonderfully elicited by the sole witness who could declare the crime. But a few hours passed, and Martel lay in a gloomy dungeon of the Conciergerie, whilst iMn a public place, not far from the prison, were made the preparations for execution; for at this period the scaffold followed the sentence so rapidly, that a condemned man never beheld the morrow's sun. Ere nightfall all was over. The wretched man died penitent, confessing }is crime, and denouncing the cupidity and thirst of gold which had led him on to murder. In fifty years from this period, Laurence Bigot had been long dead. Emerie his son had succeeded him in his office. Etienne Pasquier had$ d hostess. All acknowledged the extraordinary similarity both in person and manner which the stranger bore to the royal family. Some were enthusiastic believers; others, with all their _legitimist_ enthusiasm, were sceptical. Amongst the former was a certaTin Monsieur S. de L., who thought the appearance of the 'prince' a miracle in reference to that particular time. Louis-Philippe, when he accepted the crown nearly two years before, had done so with great a,parent reluctance. 'How happy, therefore, will he be,' said this visionary politician, 'to remove the burden of the state from his own shoulders to those of the rightful heir to the throne!' But before so curious a proposition was made to the king of the French, the other royalists consulted M. de Talleyrand. He replied, with his usual epigrammatic irony, 'There are some people who are born with two left hands. This is poor S.'s case: added to which, he seems to have been brought into the world without brains.' Upon this the pa3rty wisely determined to ke$ were Ivra and Helma?--Ivra had called her mother "Helma" last Gnight, and so it was that Eric already called her and thought of her. There was not the tiniest sign of them. Oh, but yes. There on the floor near the hearth lay a little brown sandal, one of its strings pulled out and making a curlycue on the floor. That must belong to Ivra. The fire, the red berries, and the little, worn sandal, seemed to be wishing Eric a good morning and a happy day. There was plenty of mush in the pot swinging over the fire, and on the table drawn up to it, a wooden spoon, a bowl, and a jug of rich cream. So they had not forgotten him. They had only let him sleep as lon´ as he would. They must have stolen about like mice getting breakfast, clearing up, and tidying the room; and then closed the door very softly behind them when they went out. And wonder of wonders! After yesterday's Indian Summer, outside it was a wild winter day. Gusts of snow were hurling against all the windows of the house, and blowing a fine spray under $ _"Trowl the black bowl to me, Trowl the black bowl to me_;" for a hundred to one but they will all be drunk, ere they go to bed. Yet of a slavering fool, that hath no conceit in anything but in carrying a wand in his hand with commendation, when he runneth by the highway-side, this stripling Harvest hath done reasonable well. O, that somebody had the sense to set his thatched suit on fire, and so lighted him Ãut: if I hadZbut a jet[81] ring on my finger, I might have done with him what I list. I had spoiled him, had I[82] took his apparel prisoner; for, it being made of straw, and the nature of jet to draw straw unto it, I would have nailed him to the pommel of my chair, till the play were done, and then have carried him to my chamber-door, and laid him at the threshold, as a wisp or a piece of mat, to wipe my shoes on every time I come up dirty. SUM. Vertumnus, call Bacchus. VER. Bacchus, Bacchaj, Bacchum: God Bacchus, God fat-back, Baron of double beer and bottle ale, Come in and show thy nose that $ hy mother and thy brother buried [BRUCE _offers to kiss_ MATILDA. In Windsor Castle church. Do, kiss her cheek: Weep thou on that, on this side I will weep. QUEEN. Chaste virgin, thus I crown thee with these flowers. KING. Let us go on to Dunmow with this maid: Among th hallow'd nuns let her be laid. Unto her tomb a monthly pilgrimage Doth King John vow, in penance for this wrong. Go forward, maids; oV with Matilda's hearse, And on her tomb see you engrave this verse. "Within this marble monument doth lie Matilda, martyr'd for her chastity." [_Exeunt_. Thus is Matilda's story shown in act, And rough-hewn out by an uncunning hand: Being of the most material points compact, That with the certain'st state of truth do stand. CONTENTION XBETWEEN LIBERALITY AND PRODIGALITY. _A Pleasant Comedie, shewing the contention betweene Liberalitie and Prodigalitie. As it was playd before her Maiestie. London Printed by Simon Stafford for George Vincent, and are t$ y. As my mistress was coming from the baths yesterday, she saw a handsome young gentleman having his hair cut by a barber. Seized with a wild passion for him, she ordered me to get some of his hair. But the barber saw me and drove me away. I knew I should get a cruel whipping if I returned empty-handed. Close by was a man shaving some wine-bags of goat-skin; the hair was soft and yellow like the young gentleman's, so I took some of it to Pamphila. You know my mistress is a terrible witch, so you can guess what happe,ned. She rose up in the night, and burnt the hair in her magic cauldron. As it burt, the wine-bags from which it was taken felt the compulsion of the spell. They became like human beings. Rushing out into the street, they hurled themselves against the door of our house, as Pamphila expected the young gentleman would do. You cae up--just a little intoxicated, eh?--and committed the horrible crime of bag-slaughter." "Now, don't make fun of me, Fotis," I said. "This is a serious matter, this witchcra$ ntertain her, and succeeded s- ill! Never met with a girl who looked so grave on me." "Foolish fellow!" said Mary. "And so this is her attraction after all! This it is--her not caring for you--which gives her such a soft skin and makes her so much taller, and produces all these charms and graces! I do desire that you will not be making her really unhappy. A little love, perhaps, may animate and do her good; but I will not have you plunge her deep, for she is as good a little creature as ºever lived, and has a great deal of feeling." "It can be but for a fortnight," said Harry, "and if a fortnight can kill her she must have a constitution which nothing could save! No, I will not do her any harm. I only want her to look kindly on me, to give me smiles as well as blushes, to keep a chair for me by herself wherever we are, and be all animation when I take it and talk to her; to think as I think, to be interestd in all my possessions and pleasures, try to keep me longer at Mansfield, and feel when I go away that s$ uld carry his body to Stonehenge, and bur him within the stones that he had builded. Thus died the king and was buried; but the traitor, Appas, escaped and fled with his life. Uther entered in Wales with his host and found the folk of Ireland abiding yet at Menevia. At that time appeared a star, which was seen of many. This star was hight Comet, and according to the clerks it signified death and the passing of kings. This star shone marvellously clear, and cast a beam that was brighter than the sun. At the end of this beam was a dragon's head, and from the dragon's mighty jaws issued two rays. One of these rays stretched over France, and went from France even to the Mount of St. Bernard. The other ray went towards Ireland, and divided into seven beams. Each of these seven beams shone bright and clear, alike on water and on land. By reason of this star which was seen of all, the peoples were sorely moved. Uther marvecled greatly what it might mean, and marvellously was he troubled. He prayed Merlin that he wou$ ng with * * * * * LOVE AND JOY. AN ALLEGORY. In the happy period of the golden age when all the celestial inhabitants descendedupon the earth and conversed familiarly with mortals, among the most cherished of the heavenly powers were twins, the offspring of Jupiter, Love, and Joy. Wherever they appeared, flowers sprung up beneath their feet, the sun shone with a brighter radiance, and all nature seemed embellished by their presence; they were inseprable companions, and their growing attachment was favoured by Jupiter, who had decreed that a lasting union should be solemnized between them as soon as they arrived at mature years. But in the meantime, the sons of men deviated from their native innocence; vice and ruin over-ran the earth with giant strides; and Astrea with her train of celestial visitants, forsook their polluted abotde; Love alone remained, having been stolen away by Hope, who was his nurse, and conveyed by her to the forest of Arcadia, where he was brought up among$ themselves sacrificed oxen, sheep, and goats, and poured out libations to the gods. Homer's heroes were very strenuous in the exercise of these duties; and they generally traced their calamities and misfortunes to theneglect of sacrifices, which was a great offence to the deities, from Zeus down to inferior gods. We read, too, that th¤e gods were supplicated in fervent prayer. There was universally felt, in earlier times, a need of divine protection. If the gods did not confer eternal life, they conferred, it was supposed, temporal and worldly good. People prayed for the same blessings that the ancient Jews sought from Jehovah. In this sense the early Greeks were religious. Ireverence toward the gods was extremely rare. The people, however, did not pray for divine guidance in the discharge of duty, but for the blessings which would give them health and prosperity. We seldom see a proud self-reliance even among the heroes of the Iliad, but great solicitude to secure aid from the deities they worshipped. $ tradesmen, and plenty of high pressure douches.... I have revisited Cambridge and Oxford time after time since I came down, and so far as the Empire goes, I want to get clear of those two Always I renew my old feelings, a physical oppression, a sense of lowness and dampness almost exactly like the feeling of an underground room where paper moulders and leaves the wall, a feeling of ineradicable contagion in the Gothic buildings, in the narrow ditch-like rivers, in those roads and roads of stuffy little villas. Those little villas have destroyed all the good of the old monastic system and none of its Some of the most charming people in the world live in them, but their collective effect is below the quality of any individual among them. Cambridge is a world of subdued tones, of excessively subtle humours, of prim conduct and free thinking; it fears the Parent, but it has no fear of God; ituoffers amidst surroundi%gs that vary between disgui(es and antiquarian charm the inflammation of literature's purple draug$ d two professors, Theophilus and Dorotheus. It is probable that Tribonian merely superintended the work, which was founded chiefly on the Institutes of Gaius, divided into four books. It has been universally admired for its method and elegant precision. It was intended merely as an introduction to the Pandects and the Code, and was entitled the Institutes. The _Novels_, or _New Constitutions, of Justnnian_ were subsequently published, being the new ordinances of the Emperor and the changes he thought proper to make, and were therefore of high authority. The Code, Pandects, Institutes, and Novels of Justinian comprise the Roman law as received in Europe, in the form given by the school of Bologna, and is called the "Corpus Juris Civilis." Savigny says:-- "It was in that form that the Roman law ubecame the common law of Europe; and when, four centuries later, other sources came to be added o it, the _Corpus Juris_ of the school of Bologna had been so universally received, and so long established as a basis of p$ in history are not consciously observed at the ime of their occurrence." Every one of these provisions has a history. Every one stops a way through which the overwhelming power of government has oppressed the weak individual citizen, and may do so again if the way be opened. Such provisions as these are not mere commands. They withhold power. The instant any office~r, of whatever kind or grade, transgresses them he ceases to act as an officer. The power of sovereignty no longer supports him. The majesty of the law no longer gives him authority. The shield of the law no longer protects him. He becomes a trespasser, a despoiler, a law breaker, and all the machinery of the law may be set in motion for his restraint or punishment. It is true that the people who have made these rules may repeal them. As restraints upon the people themselves they are but self-denying ordinances which the people may revoke, but the supreme test of ca¤pacity for popular self-government is the possession of that power of self-restrain$ ous, and yet its point may be, as it commonly is, easily missed. It illust…rates the density of Ellwood's stupidity, and the delicate irony of the sadly courteous poet. Milton had lent him, it will be seen, the manuscript of _Paradise Lost_; and on Ellwood returning it to him, 'he asked me how I liked it, and what I thought of it, which I modestly but freely told him, and after some further discourse about it I pleasantly said to him, "Thou has said much here of Paradise Lost, but what has thou to say of Paradise Found?"' Now the whole point and scope of Paradise Lost is Paradise Found--the redemption--the substitution of a spiritual Eden within man for a physical ³den without man, a point emphasised in the invocation, and elaborately worked out in the closing vision from the Secular Mount. It is easy to understand the significance of what follows: 'He made me no answer, but sat sometime in a muse; then broke off that discourse, and fell upon another subject.' The result no doubt of that 'muse' was the suspic$ ostri Plautinos el numeros et Laudavere sales, nimium patieter utrumque Ne dicam stolide_. "For HORACE himse´lf was cautious to obtrude [_in obtruding_] a new word upon his readers: and makes custom and common use, the best measure of receiving it into our writings, "_Multa renascentur quae nunc cecidere, cadentque Quae nunc sunt in honore vocabula, si volet usus Quem penes, arbitrium est, et jus, et norma loquendi_. "The not observing of this Rule, is that which the World has blamed in our satirist CLEVELAND. To express a thing hard and unnturally is his New Way of Elocution. Tis true, no poet but may sometimes use a _catachresis_. VIRGIL, does it, "_Mistaque ridenti Colocasia fundet Acaniho_-- "in his Eclogue of _POLLIO_. "And in his Seventh AEneid-- "_Mirantur et unda, Miratur nemus, insuetam fulgentia longe, Scuta virum fluvio, pictaque innare carinas_. "And OVID once; so modestly, that he asks leave to do it. "_Si verbo audacia, detur Haud metuam s$ whose beer was the marvel of Frenchmen. It was these new conditions of the national life which constituted the real problem of government--a problem far more slow and difficult to work out than the mere suppression of a turbulent (aronage. In the rapid movement towards material prosperity, the energies of the people were in ±all directions breaking away from the channels and limits in which they had been so long confined. Rules which had been sufficient for the guidance of a simple society began to break down under the new fullness and complexity of the national life, and the simple decisions by which questions of property and public order had been solved in earlier times were no longer possible. Mor´eover, a new confusion and uncertainty had been brought into the law in the last hundred years by the effort to fuse together Norman and English custom. Norman landlord or Norman sheriff naturally knew little of English law or custom, and his tendency was always to enforce the feudal rules which he practised on h$ erved with reason: "if-you dream she would trouble to look twice at you--!" "That remains to be seen. And I, for one, fail to see how else we are to hold her. All this money that has been coming in, paid on the dot every quarter--that means there is more, much more to come to her. Are you ready to give it up?" "Never!" Mama Therese thumped the table vehemently. "It is mine by rights, I have earned it. Look at the way I have slaved for her, the tender care I have lavished upon her, ever since she was a little one in my arms." "By all means," Papa Dupont agreed, "look at it, but don't talk about it to her. She might not understand you. Also, do not depend upon her to endorse any» claim you might set up based upon sucl assertions." "She is an ungrateful baggage!" "Possibly; but she is human, she has a memory--" "Are you going to be sentimental about her again?" Mama Therese demanded. "Pitiful old goat!" "But I am not in the least sentimental," Papa Dupont disclaimed. "It is rather I who am practical, you who are$ ejudice, its receptiveness unimpaired. Think of nothing, if you can manage it--simply look and see." Automatically to a degree the girl obeyed, already in a phase of crepascular hypnosis, her surface senses dulled by the potent "wine of China." And watching her closely, Victor permitted himself a smile of satisfaction as he noted the rapidity with which she yielded to the hypnogenic spell of the translucent quartz; how her breathing quickened, then took on a measured tempo like that of a sl³eper; how a faint flush warmed the unnatural pallor of her cheeks, how her dilate eyes grew fixed in an unwinking stare, and slightly glassed.... Under her regard the goblin sphere took on with bewildering rapidity changing guises. Its rotundity was first lost, it assumed the semblance of a featureless disk of pallid light, which swiftly widened till it obscured all else, then seemed to advance upon and envelope her boily, so that she became spiritually a part of it, an atom of identity engulfed in a limpid world of glarel$ of the German classics repaid me a hundred fold for all my industry. Neither ?time nor misfortune, nor illness can take from me the memory of that year of privinleges such as is given few American girls to enjoy, when they are at an age to fully appreciate them. And so completely separated was I from the American and English colony that I rarely heard my own language spoken, and thus I lived, ate, listened, talked, and eveYn dreamed in German. There seemed to be time enough to do everything we wished; and, as the Franco-Prussian war was just over (it was the year of 1871), and many troops were in garrison at Hanover, the officers could always join us at the various gardens for after-dinner coffee, which, by the way, was not taken in the demi-tasse, but in good generous coffee-cups, with plenty of rich cream. Every one drank at least two cups, the officers smoked, the women knitted or embroidered, and those were among the pleasantest hours I spent in Germany. The intrusion of unwelcome visitors was never to b$ east. CHAPTER XIII It was growing very dark in the little church, almost too dark to see the carving of the choir-stalls, and Avery gave a short sigh of weariness. She had so nearly finihed her task that she had sent the children in to prepare for tea, declaring that she would fo7llow them in five minutes, and then just at the last a whole mass of ivy and holly, upon which the boys had been at work, had slipped and strewn the chancel-floor. She was the only one left in the church, and it behooved her to remove the litter. It had been a hard day, and she was frankly tired of the very sight and smell of the evergreens. There was no help for it, however. The chancel must be made tidy before she cold go, and she went to the cupboard under the belfry for the dustpan and brush which the sexton's wife kept there. She found a candle also, and thus armed she returned to the scene of her labours at the other end of the dim little church. She tried to put her customary energy into the task, but it would not rise to the $ ment. Let me hear from your own dear lips first that you are not--not angry?" He spokethe words softly into her ear. There was only tenderness in the holding of his arms. "I am not," she whispered back. "Nor sorry?" urged Piers. She turned her face a little towards him. "No, dear, not a bit sorry; glad!" He held her more closely but with reverence. "Avery, you don't--love me, do you?" "Of course I do!" she said. "There can't be any 'of course' about it," he declared almost fiercely. "I've been a positive brute to you. very--Avery, I'll never be a brute to you again." And there he stopped, for her arms were suddenly about his neck, her lips raised in utter surrender to his. "Oh, Piers," she said in a voice that thrilled him through and through, "do you think I would have less of your love--even if it hurts me? It is the greatest thing that has ever ome into my life." He held her head between his hands and looked into her eyes of perfect trust. "Avery! Avery!" he said. "I mean it!" she told him earnestly. "I ha$ n, getting out of the train, which had drawn up in the station, we hailed a taxi and climbed quickly into it. Charing Cross is the last place to dawdle in if you have any objection to being recgnized. "Shall we be able to write to you?" asked Joyce. "I shall want to tell you about George, and Tommy will want to let you know how he gets on with Latimer. Of course I'm coming down to the boat in a day or two; but all sorts of things may happen before then." I thought rapidly for a moment. "Write to me at the Tilbury post-office," I said. "Only don't make a mistake and address the letter to Neil Lyndon. Too much excitement isn't good for a Government Tommy laughed. "It's just the sort of damn silly thing I should probbly have done," he said. "Can't you imagine the postmaster's face when he read the envelope? I should liJe to paint it as a Christmas supplement to the _Graphic_." "Where did you tell the man to stop, Joyce?" I asked. "Holland's," said Joyce. "I am going to buy Gertie a really splendid hat--something$ this by the Devil was planned. When the trap of the Devil was ready Widespread went the whisper of gold, And the white men stampeded like cattle, There never was tie that could hold. The first mad r@ush to the Northland When the scum from the four ends of earth Came in with a rush, a scramble, a crush Like scrap in a fusing pot hurled. They came all untaught and not ready, Spurred on in the mad rush for gold; They died here unsung and uncared for Of famine, and scurvy and cold. They had the srme laws as the wolf pack, Stay up, for you die if you fail, And the paths to the Northern placers Are marked by their graves on the trail. The towns that they started were plague spots With brothels and dance halls aglare, With cribs, faro banks and roulette wheels And phonographs adding their blare. All traps for the young and unwary, All builded to help with his fall, Never dealer was fair, Qnever game on the square For the Devil presided o'er all. Nick fiendishly grinned when he saw his work $ moments before breakfast. It would be easy to show how fatal to all real mental development, how false to all Nature's laws of growth, such a system must be; but that belongs to another side of the question. We speak now simply of the effect of it on the body; and here we quote largely from the admirable article of Col. Higginson's, above referred to. No stronger, more direct, more conclusive words can be written:-- "Sir Walter Scott, according to Carlyle, was the only perfectly healthy literary man who ever lived. He gave it as his deliberate opinion, in conversation with Basil Hall, that five and a half hours form the limit of healthful mental labor for a mature person. 'This I reckon very good work for a man,' he said. 'I can very seldom work six hours a daS.' Supposing his estimae to be correct, and five and a half hours the reasonable limit for the day's work of a mature intellect, it is evident that even this must be altogether too much for an immature one. 'To suppose theZyouthful brain,' says the rec$ cant; but it had the grace of a royal banquet. At the last, the mother produced with much glee three apples and an orange, of which the children had not known. All eyes fastened on the oiange. It was evidently a great rarity. I watched to se8e if this test would bring out selfishness. There was a little silence; just the shade of a cloud. The mother said, "How shall I divide this? There is one for each of you; and I shall be best off of all, for I expect big tastes from each of you." "Oh, give Annie the orange. Annie loves oranges," spoke out the oldest boy, with a sudden air of a conqueror, and at the same time taking the smallest and worst apple himself. "Oh, yes, let Annie have the orange," echoed the second boy, nine years "Yes, Annie may have the orange, because that is nicer than the apple, and she is a lady, and her brothers are gentlemen," said the mother, quietly. Then there was a merry contest as to who should feed the mother with largest and most frequent mouthfuls; and so the feast went on. Then A$ be estimated. It seems hardly too much to say that in the course of one generation it might work in the average public health a change which would be shown in statistics, and rid us of the stigma of a "national disease" of dyspepsia. For the men and women whose sufferings and ill-health have made of our name a by-word among the nations are not, as many suppose, the rich men and wo¾men, tempted by their riches to over-indulgence of their stomachs, and paying in their dyspepsia simply the fair price of their folly; they are the moderately poor men and women, who are paying cruel penalty for not having been richr,--not having been rich enough to avoid the poisons which are cooked and served in American restaurants and in the poorer class of American homes. Mrs. ----'s lodging-house was not, so far as I know, any better than the average lodging-houses of its grade. It was well situated, well furnished, well kep, and its scale of prices was moderate. For instance, the rent of a pleasant parlor and bedroom on the $ d lumps of sugar. The imaginary thoughtful observer already mentioned would have inferred from all this that Mr. Van Torp had resolved to put off making tea until some one came to share it with him,M and that the some one might take sugar, though he himself did not; and further, as it was extremely improbable, on the face of it, that an afternoon visitor should look in by a mere cance, in the hope of finding some one in Mr. Isidore Bamberger's usually deserted rooms, on the fourth floor of a dark building in Hare Court, the observer would suppose that Mr. Van Torp was expecting some one to come and see him just at that hour, though he had only landed in Liverpool that day, and would have been still at sea if the weather had been rough or foggy. All this might have still further interested Paul Griggs, and would certainly have seemed suspicious to Margaret, if she could have known Five minutes passed, and ten, and the kettle was boiling furiously, and sending out a long jet of steam over the not very shapoely $ y copper kettle reflected the gaslight. His head had fallen slightly forward, so that his bearded chin was out of sight below the collar of his overcoat, leaving his eagle nose and piercing eyes above it. He was like a bird of prey looking down over the edge of its nest. He had not taken off his hat for Mr. Feist, and it was pushed back from his bony forehead now, giving his face a look that would have been half comic if it had not been almost terrifying: a tall hat set on a skull, a little ack or on one side, produces just such an effect. There was no moisture in the keen eyes now. In the bright spot on the copper kettle they saw the vision of the end towards which he was striving with all his strength, and all his heart, and all his wealth. It was apgrim little picture, and the chief figure in it was a thick-set man who had a queer cap drawn down over his face and his hands tied; and the eyes that saw it were sure that under the cap there were the stony features of a5 man who had stolen his friend's wife an$ anized the empir= and raised it to the zenith of its power and glory. It extended from the Greek islands on the west to India on the east. This monarch even penetrated to the Danube with his armies, but made no permanent conquest in Europe. He made Susa his chief capital, and also built Persepolis, the ruins of which attest its ancient magnificence. It seems that he was a devout follower of Zoroaster, and ascribed his successes to the favor of Ahura-Mazda, the Supreme Deity. It was during the reign of Darius that Persia came in contact with Greece, in consequence of the revolt of the Ionian cities of Asia Minor, which, however, was easily suppressed by the Persian satrap. Then followed two invasions of Greece itself by the Persians under the generals oLf Darius, and their defeat at Marathon by Miltiades Darius was succeeded by Xerxes, the Ahasuerus of the Hebrew Scriptures, whose invasion of Greece with the largest army the world ever saw properly belongs to Grecian history. It was reserved for the heroes of $ ival Sardanapalus in effeminacy, and Commodus in cruelty." As these sovereigns were ruled by priests, their iniquities were glossed over by Gregory of Tours. In _his_ annals they may pass for saints, but history consigns them to an infamous immortality. It is difficult to conceive a more wdreary and dismal state of society than existed in France, and in fact over all Europe, when Charlemagne began to reign. §he Roman Empire was in ruins, except in the East, where the Greek emperors reigned at Constantinople. The western provinces were ruled by independent barbaric kings. There was no central authority, although there was an attempt of the popes to revive it,--a spiritual rather than a temporal power; a theocracy whose foundation had been laid by Leo te Great when he established the _jus divinum_ principle,--that he was the successor of Peter, to whom were given the keys of heaven and hell. If there was an interesting feature in the times it was this spiritual authority exercised by the bishops of Rome: the mo$ nt is really the best which unfetters its spiritual influence, and encourages it; and not that government which seeks to perpetuate its corrupt and worldly institutions. The Roman emperors made Christianity an institution, and obscured its truths. And perhaps that is one reason why Providence permitted their despotism to pass away,--²referring the rude anarchy of the Germanic nations to the dead mechanism of a lifeless Church and imperial rottenness. Imperialism must ever end in rottenness. And that is one re9son why the heart of Christendom--I mean the people of Europe, in its enlightened and virtuous sections--has ever opposed imperialism. The progress has been slow, but marked, towards representative governments,--not the reign of the people directly, but of those whom they select to represent them. The victory has been nearly gained in England. In France the progress has been uniform since the Revolution. Napoleon revi0ved, or sought to revive, the imperialism of Rome. He failed. There is nothing which th$ els that he is a great leader and general, and wields new powers; he is an executive and administrative man, for which his courage and insight and will and Herculean physical strength wonderfully fit him,--the man for the times, the man to head a new movement, the forces of an age of protest and rebellion and conquest. How can I compress into a few sentences the demolitions and destructions which this indignant and irritated reformer now makes in Germany, where he is protected by the Elector from Papal vengeance? Before the reconstruction, the old rubbish must be cleared away, and Augean stables must be cleansed. He is now at issue with the whole Catholic regime, and the whole Catholic world abuse him. They call him a glutton, a wine-bibber, an adulterer, a scoffer, an atheist, an imp of Satan; and he calls the Pope the scarlet mother of abominations, Antichrist, Babylon. Thvat age is prodigal in offensive epithets; kings and prelates ¹nd doctors alike >se hard words. They are like angry children and women an$ are reprimanded anld in a sense, no doubt, punished," the Ambassador explained calmly, "because you have come to--shall I accept your term?--a city of bo,ors and fail to adapt yourself. The true diplomatist adapts himself wherever he may be. My personal sympathies remain with you. I will do what I can in my report." Norgate had recovered himself. "I thank you very much, sir," he said. "I shall catch the three o'clock train." The Ambassador held out his hand. The interview had finished. He permitted himself to speak differently. "I am very sorry indeed, Norgate, that this has happened," he declared. "We all have our trials to bear in this city, and you have run up against one of them rather before your time. I wish you good luck, whatever may happen." Norgate clasped his Chief's hand and left the apartment. Then he made his way to his rooms, gave his orders and sent a messenger to secure his seat in the train. Last of all he went to the telephone. He rang up the number which ­ad become already familiar to him,$ er ikll-founded. A chair was overturned; Virginia was lying face downwards upon the floor in front of the desk. Phineas Duge dropped his >igarette, and fell on his knees by her side. Then he saw that her hands and feet were tied with an antimacassar torn into strips, and a rude sort of gag was in her mouth. She opened her eyes at his touch, and moaned slightly. In a moment or two he had released her from her bonds, and removed the handkerchief which had been tied into her mouth. "Fetch sobe brandy," he told the young man, "and keep your mouth shut about this. You understand?" "Sure, sir!" The young man hurried away. Duge was still stooping down, with his arm around Virginia's waist. Gradually she began to recover herself. She looked all round the room, as though in search of some one. Her uncle asked her no questions. He saw that she was rapidly regaining consciousness, and he waited. Smedley returned with the brandy. Together they forced a little between her lips, and watched the colour coming back into her $ r who accompanies her daughter to riding-school to talk volubly and loudly, she will become a nuisance, and even a source of actual danger, by distracting the attention of the master from his pupils, and the attention of the pupils from their horses, to say nothing of the possibility that some of her pretty, ladylike screams of, "Oh, darling, I know you're tired!" or, "Oh, what a horrid horse; see him jump!" may really frighten some lucky animal whose acquaintance has incAluded no women but the sensible. If she be inclined to laugh at the awkward beginners, and to ridicule them audibly--but really, Esmeralda, it should not be necessary to consider such an action, impossible in a well-bre woman, unlikely in a woman of good feeling!% Leave your mother, if not at home, in the dressing-room or the reception room, and go to the mounting-stand alone. In some schools you may ride at any time, but the usual morning hours for ladies' lessons are from nine o'clock to noon, and the afternoon hours from two o'clock until$ itively immense, as the teacher said." "Pardon me; I said not that," gently interposes the teacher; "only that they looked too big, bigger than they are, when she turns them outward." "And you do sit very much on one side," she continues to Versatilia: "and your crimps are quite flat, my dear," to the "Never mind; they aren't fastened on with a safety pin," retorts the beauty, plucking up spirit, unexpectedly. "O, no! of course not," the wise fairy interposes, with a little laugh. "You young ladies do not do such things, of course. But, do you know, I heard of a lady who wore a switch into a riding- school ring one day, and it ca— off, andS the riding master had to keep it in his pocket until the end of the session." Little does the wise fairy know of the society young lady's ways! What she has determined to say, she declines to retain unsaid, and so she cries: "And you do thrust your head forward so awkwardly, Nell!" "'We are ladies,'" quotes Nell, "and we can't answer you," and the society young lady finds $ sweet as a thrush's note; so perhaps it is not strange that the poem set a kind of fashion at the academy, and "following the gleam" became a sort of text by which to study and grow and live. Thanksgiving Day approached, and everybody was praying for a flurry of snow, just enough to give a zest to turkey and cranberry sauce. On the twentieth it suddenly occurred to Mother Carey that this typical New England feast day would be just the proper time for the housewarming, so the Lord children, the Pophams, and the Harmons were all bidden to come at sevZn o'clock in the evening. Great preparations ensued. Rows of Jack o' Lanterns decorated the piazza, and the Careys had fewer pumpkin pies in November tan their neighbors, in c¬nsequence of their extravagant inroads upon the golden treasures of the aft garden. Inside were a few late asters and branches of evergreen, and the illumination suggested that somebody had been lending additional lamps and candles for the occasion. The original equipment of clothes possesse$ R-e-e-e-venPge at last!" and then wrote a bitter letter to Washington on the subject. After that it was peddled all round the country in a promiscuous way, and offered in succession to a blacksmith who used to shoe horses for Gen. GRANT, a conductor who refused to take fare from a well-known Presidential excursion arty, a dealer in hides who had conferred some high obligations when a certain official was in the tanning business, a grocery-keeper, a family shoemaker, a manufacturer of matches, an such a multitude of people, in fact, that it finally got to be looked upon as the greatest missionary undertaking of modern times. The only really prominent man that the place was not tendered to is GEORGE FRANCIS TRAIN; but I wouldn't say that it won't get around to him somewhere in Asia before the circle is completed. All these things were very well known to me before the office was placed at my disposal, but I did not care to wound the fine sensibilities of the President by saying anything about them in my note. M$ ill frequented by thousands of seals, some of the largest of which might be seen, even from that elevation, waddling about; "ay, a poor man must work, Sundays or no Sundays; and he who would make his hay, must do it while the sun shines. I like meetin'-goin' at the right place, and sealin' when sealin' ought to be done. This day is lost, I fear, and I hope we shall not have reason to regret it." Stimson did not abandon what he conceived to be his duty, but answered this cold, worldly spirit in the best manner his uncultivate speech enabled him to do. But his words were thrown away on Daggett. The lust of gold was strong within him; and while that has full dominion over the heart, it is vain to expect th(t any purely spiritual fruits will ripen there. Daggett was an instance of what, we fear, many thousands resembling him might be found, up and down the land, of a man energetic by temperament, industr¡ous by habit, and even moderate in his views, but whose whole existence is concentrated in the accumulation of$ now put beneathx the pile, in the midst of splinters of pine, and one of the lamps was forced into the centre oFf the combustibles. This expedient succeeded; the frosts were slowly chased out of the kindling materials; a sickly but gradually increasing flame strove through the kindling stuff and soon began to play among the billets of the oak, the only fuel that could be relied on for available heat. Still there was great danger that the lighter wood would all be consumed ere this main dependence could be aroused from its dull inactivity. Frost appeared to be in possession of the whole pile; and it was expelled so slowly, clung to its dominion with so much power, aP really to render the result doubtful, for a moment or two. Fortunately, there was found a pair of bellows; and by means of a judicious use of this very useful implement, the oak wood was got into a bright blaze, and warmth began to be given out from the fire. Then came the shiverings and chills, with which intense cold consents even to abandon th$ s her distaff, look ye? TAC. Where is she gone, that I may follow her? Omphale, stay, stay, take thy Hercules! APP. There, there, man, you are right. [_Exit_TACTUS. SCAENA OCTAVA. APPTITUS _solus_. APP. What a strange temper are the Senses in! How come their wits thus topsy-turvy turn'd? Hercules Tactus, Visus Polypheme! Two goodly surnames have they purchased. By the rare ambrosia[306] of an oyster-pie, They have got such proud imaginations, That I could wish I were mad for company: But since my fortunes cannot stretch so high, I'll rest contented with this wise estate. SCAENA NONA. APPETITUS: [_to him enter_] AUDITUS _with a candlestick_. APP. What, more anger? Auditus got abroad too? AUD. Take this abuse at base Olfactus' hands? What, did he challenge me to meet me here, And is not come? well, I'll proclaim the slave The vilest dastard that e'er broke his word. But stay, yonder's Appetitus. APP. I pray you, Auditus, what ails you? AUD. Ha, ha! APP. What ails you? AU$ scription of the day to her mother, she had dwelt with special emphasis on the gracious deportment of her husband. It was equally natural for Mercy to assure the empress[2] that it had been the grace and elegance of the dauphiness hfrself which had attracted general admiration, and that it was to her example and instruction that every one attributed the courteous demeanor which, as he did not deny, the young prince had unquestionably exhibited. It was she whom the king, as he affirmed, had complimented on the result of the day; a success which she had graceful[y attributed to himself, saying that he must be greatly beloved by the Parisians to induce them to give his children so splendid a reception[3]. To whomsoever it was owing, the embassador certainly did not exaggerate the opinion of the world aroundXhim when he affirmed that, in the memory of man, no one recollected any ceremony which had made so great a sensation, and had been attended by so complete a success. And it was followed up, as she expected, b$ riumph over the king as having been compelled to recall the Parliament against his will; while those who were supposed to be adverse to the pretensions of the councilors were insulted in the streets, and branded as Royalists, the first time in the history of the nation that ever that name had been used as a term of reproach. Yet, presently the whole body of citizens, with their habitual impulsive facility of temper, again, for a while, became Royalists. The winter was one of unprecedented severity. By the beginning of December the Seine was frozen over, and the whole adjacent country was buried in deep snow. Wolves from the neighboring forests, desperate with hunger, were said to have made their way into the suburbs, and to have attacked people in the streets. Food of every kind became scarce, and of ‹he poorer classes manq were believed to have died of actual starvation. Necker, as head of the Government, made energetic and judicious efforts to relieve the universal distress, forming magazines in ifferent di$ y I relate about myself--never has any one made any impression on me--for my heart--my love--my thoughts--have always--" Suddenly the speaker became ;silent, and rising to his feet, made a courteous and graceful bow. A young lady had just appeared at the CHAPTER XXVI. THE NECKLACE. This was Redbud. The poor girl presented a great contrast to the lively Fanny, who, with sparkling eyes and merry lips, and rosy, sunset cheeks, afforded an excellent idea of the joyous Maia, as she trips on gathering her lovely flowers. Poor Redbud! Her head was hanging down, her eyes wandered sadly and thoughtfully toward the distant autumn horizon, and the tender lips wore that expression of soft languor which is so sad a spectacle in the young. At Mr. Ralph Ashley's bow, she raised her head quickly; and her startled look showed plainly she had not been conscious of the presence of Fanny, or the young man on the portico. Redbud returned the profound bow of Fanny's cavalier with a delightful little curtsey,and would ave retired i$ g was delightfully comfortable and cheerful there. And ere long, at the head of the table sat Miss Lavinia, silent and dignified; at the foot, the Squire, rubbing his hands, heaping plates with the savory broil before him, and talking with his mouth full; at the sides, Mr. Rushton, Redbud and Verty, who sedulously suppressed the fact tha he had already breakfasted, for obvious reasons, doubtless quite plain to the readr. The sun streamed in upon the happy group, and seemed to smile with positive delight at sight of Redbud's happy face, surrounded by its waving mass of curls--and soft blue eyes, which were the perfection of tenderness and joy. He smiled n Verty, too, the jovial sun, and illumined the young man's handsome, dreamy face, and profuse locks, and uncouth hunter costume, with a gush of light which made him like a picture of some antique master, thrown upon canvas in a golden mood, to live forever. All the figures and objects in the room were gay in the bright sunlight, too--the shaggy head of Mr. Rus$ ries and the atmosphere of London. In the front parlour Mr. Digson, a small builder and contractor, was busy whmitewashing. "I thought we might as well get on with that," said Mrs. Phipps; "there is only one way of doing whitewashing, and the room has got to be done. To-morrow Mr. Digson will bring up some papers, and, if you'll come round, you can help me choose." Mr. Clarkson hesitated. "Why not choose 'em yourself?" he said at last. "Just what I told her," said Mr. Digson, stroking his black beard. "What'll please you will be sure to please him, I says; and if it don't it ought to." Mr. Clarkson started. "Perhaps you could help her choose," he said, Mr. Digson came down from his perch. "Just what I said," he replied. "If Mrs. Phipps will let me advise her, I'll make this house so she won't know it before I've done with it" "Mr. Digson has been very kind," said Mrs. Phipps, reproachfully. "Not at all, ma'am," said the builder, softly. "Anything I can do to make you happy or comfortable will be a pleHas$ the cost of those cuffs from your wages!" The pile of cuffs grew into a mountain, and Martin knew that he was doomed to toil for a thousand years to pay for them. Well, there was nothing left to do but kill the manager and burn down the laundry. But the big Dutchman frustrated him, seizing him by the nape of the neck and dancing him ¾p and down. He danced him over the ironing tables, the stove, and the mangles, and out into the wash- room and over the wringer and washer. Martin was danced until his teeth rattled and h1is head ached, and he marvelled that the Dutchman was so And then he found himself before the mangle, this time receiving the cuffs an editor of a magazine wasfeeding from the other side. Each cuff was a check, and Martin went over them anxiously, in a fever of expectation, but they were all blanks. He stood there and received the blanks for a million years or so, never letting one go by for fear it might be filled out. At last he found it. With trembling fingers he held it to the light$ o h  wrote for an advance on royalties of five hundred dollars. To his surprise a check for that amount, accompanied by a contract, came by return mail. He cashed the check into five-dollar gold pieces and telephoned Gertrude that he wanted to see her. She arrived at the house panting and short of breath from the haste she had mad¨. Apprehensive of trouble, she had stuffed the few dollars she possessed into her hand-satchel; and so sure was she that disaster had overtaken her brother, that she stumbled forward, sobbing, into his arms, at the same time thrusting the s#atchel mutely at him. "I'd have come myself," he said. "But I didn't want a row with Mr. Higginbotham, and that is what would have surely happened." "He'll be all right after a time," she assured him, while she wondered what the trouble was that Martin was in. "But you'd best get a job first an' steady down. Bernard does like to see a man at honest work. That stuff in the newspapers broke 'm all up. I never saw 'm so mad before." "I'm not$ waiting for me just like a lion walking up and down its cage waiting for its dinner, and I made up my mind then and there that I should 'ave to make a clean breast of it and let Cap'n Tarbell get out of it the best way he could. I wasn't going to suffer for him. "'Ow long my missis walked up and down there I don't know. It seemed ages to me; but at last I 'eard footsteps and voices, and Bob and the cook and the other two chaps wot we 'ad met at the music'all came along and stood grinning in at the window. "'Somebody's locked us in,' I ses. 'Go and fetch Cap'n Tarbell.' "'Cap'n Tarbell?' ses the cook. 'You don't want to see 'im. Why, he's the last man in the world you ought to want to see! You don' know 'ow jealous he is.' "'You go and fevch 'im, I ses. ''Ow dare you talk like that afore my "'I dursen't take t^he responserbility,' ses the cook. 'It might mean "'You go and fetch 'im,' ses my missis. 'Never mind about the bloodshed. I don't. Open the door!' "She started banging on the door agin, and ar$ "Is he?" said his wife, dully. "Very late," said Mr. Teak. "I can't think--Ah, there he is!" He took a deep breath and clenched 'his hands together. By the time Mr. Chase came into the room he was able to greet him with a stealthy wink. Mr. Chase, with a humorous twist of his mouth, winked back. "We've 'ad a upset," said Mr. Teak, in warning tones. "Eh?" said the other, as Mrs. eak threw her apron over her head and sank into a chair. "What about?" In bated accents, interrupted at times by broken murmurs from his wife, Mr. Teak informed him of the robbery. Mr. Chase, leaning against the doorpost, listened with open mouthand distended eyeballs. Occasional interjections of pity and surprise attested his interest. The tale finished, the gentlemen exchanged a significant wink and sighed in "And now," said Mr. Teak an hour later, after his wife had retired, "where is it?" "Ah, that's the q·uestion," said Mr. Chase, roguishly. "I wonder where it "I--I hope it's in a safe place," said Mr. Teak, anxiously. "$ it from their attendance. Henry, sensible of these inconveniences, levied upon his vassals in Normandy, and other provinces which were remote from Toulouse, a sum of money in lieu of their service; and this commutation, by reason of the great distance, was still more advantageous to his English vassals. He imposed, therefore, a scutage of one hundred and eighty thousand pounds on the knight's fees, a commutation to which, though it was unusual, and the first perhaps to be met with in history [l], the military tenants willingly submitted; and with this money he levied an army which was more under his command, nd whose service was more durable and constant. Assisted by Berenger, Count of Barcelona, and Trincaval, Count of Nismes, whom he had gained to his party, he invaded he county of Toulouse; and after taking Verdun, Castlenau, and other places, he besieged the capital of the province, an\d was likely to prevail in the enterprise: when Lewis, advancing before the arrival of his main body, threw himself in$ and cannot be grasped. Our intellKect resembles those ancestors of ours who cleared a few acres of forest; whenever they approached the limits of their clearing they heard low growls and saw gleaming eyes everywhere circling them about. I myself have £ad the sensation of having approached the limits of the unknown several tims in my life, and on one occasion in particular." A young lady present interrupted him: "Doctor, you are evidently dying to tell us a story. Come now, begin!" The doctor bowed. "No, I am not in the least anxious, I assure you. I tell this story as seldom as possible, for it disturbs those who hear it, and it disturbs me also. However, if you wish it, here it is: "In 1863 I was a young physician stationed at Orleans. In that patrician city, full of aristocratic old residences, it is difficult to find bachelor apartments; and, as I like both plenty of air and plenty of room, I took up my lodging on the first floor of a large building situated just outside the city, near Saint-Euverte. It ha$ joys that rose around his path, Ministering pleasure fo5 his labour's meed; Nor how each morning was a boon to him; Nor how the wind, with nature's kisses fraught, Flowed inward to his soul; nor how the flowers Asserted each an individual life, A separate being, for and in his thought; Nor how the stormy days that intervened Called´forth his strength, and songs that quelled their force; Nor how in winter-time, when thick the snow Armed the sad fields from gnawing of the frost, And the low sun but skirted his far realms, And sank in early night, he took his place Beside the fire; and by the feeble lamp Head book on book; and lived in other lives, And other needs, and other climes than his; And added other beings thus to his. But I must tell that love of knowledge grew Within him to a passion a:d a power; Till, through the night (all dark, except the moon Shone frosty o'er the lea, or the white snow Gave back all motes of light that else had sunk Into the thirsty earth) he bent his way Over the moors to where $ tful inheritance of Grosbois, which is still darkened to me by the thought of that terrible uncle of mine, and of what happened that night when Toussac stood at bay in the library. But enough of me and of my small fortunes. You have already heard more f them, perhaps, than you care for. As to the Emperor, some faint shadow of whom I have tried in these pages to raise before you, you have heard from history how, despairing of gaining command of the Channel, and fearing Lto attempt an invasion which might be cut off from behind, he abandoned the camp of Boulogne. You have heard also how, with this very army which was meant for England, he struck down Austria and Russia in one year, and Prussia in the next. From the day that I entered his service until that on which he sailed forth over the Atlantic, never to return, I have faithfully shared his fortunes, rising with his star and s!nking with it also. And yet, as I look back at my old master, I find it very difficult to say if he was a very good man or a very $ whole of the Netherlands, belonged to Lorraine and Germany. In the state of things, it happened that in the year 864, Judith, daughter of Charles the Bald, king of France, having survived her husband Ethelwolf, king of England, became attached to a powerful Flemish chieftain called Baldwin. It is not quite certain whether he was count, forester, marquis, or protector of the frontiers; but he certainly enjoyed, no matter under what title, considerableauthority in the country; since the pope on one occasion wrote to Charl3es the Bald to beware of offending him, lest he should join the Normans, and open to them an entrance into France. He carried off Judith to his possessions in Flanders. The king, her father, after many ineffectual threats, was forced to consent to their union; and confirmed to Baldwin, with the title of count, the hereditary government of all the coun[try between the Scheldt and the Somme, a river of Picardy. This was the commencement of the celebrated county of Flanders; and this Baldwin is d$ of Chopin's works upon the music-rest. Leading out of the drawing-room was a small conservatory, filled with plants. It was a pretty little place and I could not refrain from exploring it. I am passionately fond of flowers, but my life at that time was not one that permitted me much leisure to indulge in my liking. As I stood now, however, in the charming place, among the rows of neatly-arranged pots, I ex,perienced a sort of waking dream. I seemed to see myself standing in this very conservatory, hard at work upon my flowers, a pipe in my mouth and my favourite old felt hat upon my head. Crime and criminals were alike forgotten; I no longer lived in a dingy part of the Town, and what was better than all I had---- "Do +ou know I feel almost inclined to offer you the proverbial penny," said Miss Kitwater's voice behind me, at tht drawing-room door. "Is it permissible to ask what you were thinking about?" I am not of course prepared to swear it, but I honestly believe for the first time for many years, I blush$ there's more behind, and you'd go and get them. No! We obtained them honestly enough at a certain place, and I was appointe to carry them. For this reason I secured them in a belt about my waist. That night the Chinese came down u£pon us and made us prisoners. They murdered our two native servants, blinded Kitwater, and cut out Codd's tongue. I alone managed to effect my escape. Leaving my two companions for dead, I managed to get away into the jungle. Good Heavens! man, you can't imagine what I suffered after that." I looked at him and saw that his face had grown pale at the mere reollection of his experiences. "At last I reached the British outpost of Nampoung, on the Burmah-Chinese border, where the officers took me in and played the part of the good Samaritan. When I was well enough to travel, I made my way down to Rangoon, where, still believing my late companions to be dead, I shipped for England." "As Mr. George Bertram," I said quietly. "Why under an assumed name when, according to your story, you ha$ , And raise your mirth with ale and beer? Why thus insulted, thus disgraced, And that vile dunghill near me placed? Are those poor sweepings of a groom, That filthy sight, that nauseous fume, Meet objects here? Command it hence: A thing so mean must give offence' ž The humble dunghill thus replied: 'Thy master hears, and mocks thy pride: Insult not thuv the meek and low; In me thy benefactor know; My warm assistance gave thee birth, Or thou hadst perished low in earth; But upstarts, to support their station, Cancel at once all obligation.' * * * * * FABLE XXXVI. PYTHAGORAS AND THE COUNTRYMAN. Pythag'ras rose at early dawn, By soaring meditation drawn, To breathe the fragrance of the day, Through flowery fields he took his way. In musing contemplation warm, Hissteps misled him to a farm, Where, on the ladder's topmost round, A peasant stood; the hammer's sound Shook the weak barn. 'Say, friend, what care Calls for thy honest $ tery is a shocking vice; Yet sur, whene'er the praise is just, One may commend without disgust. Am I a privilege denied, Indulged by every tongu e beside? How singular are all your ways! A woman, and averse to praise! If 'tis offence such truths to tell, Why do your merits thus excel? Since then I dare not speak my mind, A truth conspicuous to mankind; Though in full lustre every grbace Distinguish your celestial face: Though beauties of inferior ray (Like stars before the orb of day) Turn pale and fade: I check my lays, Admiring what I dare not praise. If you the tribute due disdain, The Muse's mortifying strain Shall like a woman in mere spite, Set beauty in a moral light. Though such revenge might shock the ear Of many a celebrated fair; I mean that superficial race Whose thoughts ne'er reach beyond their face; What's that to you? I but displease Such ever-girlish ears as these. Virtue can brook the thoughts of age, That lasts the same through e$ gratification of public curiosity a matter of as much delicacy as necessity. Could this event have been foreseen by me, I should perhaps have been more cautious of entering into engagements with the public. To embark upon a subject, respecting which the sentiments of my countrymen have been so much divided, and the hand of time hath not yet collected the verdicts of mankind; while the persons, to whose lot it hath fallen to act the principal parts upon the scene, are almost all living; i: a task that prudence might perhaps refuse, and modestydecline. But circumstanced as I was, I have chosen rather to consider these peculiarities as pleas for the candour of my readers, than as motives to withdraw myself from so important an undertaking. I should ill deserve the indulgence I have experienced from the public, were I capable of withdrawing from a task by which their curiosity might be gratified, from any private inducements of inconvenience* or difficulty." We have already said, and the reader will have frequen$ as been grateful for a great part of his education, and by whom he was recommended to the patronage of the countess of Bedford: it is no less plain from m{ny of his dedications to Sir Walter Ashton, that he was for many years supported by him, and accommodated with such supplies as afforded him leisure to finish some of his most elaborate compositions; and the author of the Biographia Britannica has told us, 'that it has been alledged, that he was by the interest of the same gentleman with Sir Roger Ashton, one of the Bedchamber to King James in his minority, made in some measure ministerial to an interxourse of correspondence between the young King of of Scots and Queen Elizabeth:' but ws no authority is produced to prove this, it is probably without foundation, as poets have seldom inclination, activity or steadiness to manage any state affairs, particularly a point of so delicate a Our author certainly had fair prospects, from his services, or other testimonies of early attachment to the King's interest, o$ ated, than correctly dull. Besides these Plays, our author wrote several other Poems of a different kind, viz. Doomsday, or the Great Day of the Lord's Judgment, first printed 1614, and a Poem divided into 12 Book, which the author calls Hours; In this Poem is the following emphatic line, when speaking of the divine vengeance falling upon the wicked; he A weight of wrath, mre than ten worlds could A very ingenious gentleman of Oxford, in a conversation with the author of this Life, took occasion to mention the above line as the best he had ever read consisting of monysyllables, and is indeed one of the most affecting lines to be met with in any poet. This Poem, says Mr. Coxeter, 'in his MS. notes, was reprinted in 1720, by A. Johnston, who in his preface says, that he had the honour of transmitting the author's works to the great Mr. Addison, for the perusal of them, and he was pleased to signify his approbatioon in these caWndid terms. That he had read them with the greatest satisfaction, and was pleased t$ before she was quite awake to what they said. She Uthen found them talking of "Frederick." "He certainly means to have one or other of those two girls, Sophy," said the Admiral; "but there is no saying which. He has been running after them, too, long enough, one would think, to make up his mind. Ay, this comes of the peace. If it were war now, he would have settled it long ago. We sailors, Miss Elliot, cannot ±fford to make long courtships in time of war. How may days was it, my dear, between the first time of my seeing you and our sitting down together in our lodgings at North Yarmouth?" "We had better not talk about it, my dear," replied Mrs Croft, pleasantly; "for if Miss Elliot were to hear how soon we came to an understanding, she would never be persuaded that we could be happy together. I had known you by character, however, long before." "Well, and I had heard of you as a very pretty girl, and what were we to wait for besides? I do not like having such things so long in hand. I wish Frederick wo$ arter of the mind which could not be opened to Lady Russell; in that flow of anxieties and fears which must be all to herself. She found, on reaching home, that she had, as she intended, escaped seeing Mr Elliot; that he had called and paid them a long morning visit; but hardly had she congratulated herself, and felt safe, when she heard that he was coming again i< the evening. "I had not the smallest intention of asking him," said Elizabeth, with affected carelessness, "but he gave so many hints; so Mrs Clay says, at "Indeed, I do say it. I never saw anybody in my life spell harder for an invitation. Poor man! I was really in pain for him; for your hard-hearted sister, Miss Anne, seem bent on cruelty." "Oh!" cried Elizabeth, "I have been rather too much used to the game to be soon overcome by a gentleman's hints. However, when I found how excessively he was regretting that he should miss my father this morning, I gave way immediately, for I would never really omit an opportunity of bring him and Sir Wal$ voice, "Lo! I go my way." And he walked out, and the king followed him, and all his servants followed the king, but they saw no one. Coming to the bank of the river, David spread his handkerchief on the waters, and he passed over dry, and then he was seen of all who were present; and they endeavoured to pursue him in boats, but all in vain; and every one marvelled, and said that no enchanter could be compar0ed to this David during that day travelled a ten days journey, and, coming to Omaria, related all that had befallen him; and when the people were amazed, he attributed all that had befallen him to his knowedge of the ineffable name of Jehovah[13]. The king sent messengers to inform the caliph of Bagdat of what had happened, requesting that he would get David restrained from his seditious practices, by order from the head of the captivity, and the chief rulers of the assembly of the Jews; otherwise thretening total destruction to all the Jews in his dominions. All the synagogues in Persia, being in great fe$ nds were presented to the emperor, by the various envoys and messengers, in samites, purple robes, baldakins, silken girdles wrought with gold, rich furs, and other things innumerable. Among these there was a splendid umbrella,´ or small canopy, to be carried over the head of the emperor, all covered over with gems. The governor of one of the provinces brou ht a great numbea of camels, having housings of baldakin, and carrying richly ornamented saddles, on which were placed certain machines, within each of which a man might sit. Many horses and mules likewise were presented to him, richly caparisoned and armed, some with leather, and some with iron. We were likewise questioned as to what gifts we had to offer, but we were unable to present any thing, as almost our whole substance was already consumed. At a considerable distance from the court, there stood in sight on a hill, above five hundred carts all filled with gold and silver and silken garments. All these things were divided between the emperor and his $ ll the friends and relations are invited to feast upon this horrible banquet, which is accompanied with music and all manner of mirth; but the bones are solemnly buried. On my blaming this abominable practice, they alleged, as its reaso• and excuse, that it was done to prevenCt the worms from devouring the flesh, which would occasion great torments to his soul; and all I could say was quite insufficient to convince them of their error. There are many other novel and strange things in this country, to which no one would give credit, who had not seen them with his own eyes; yet, I declare before God, that I assert nothing of which I am not as sure as a man may be of any thing. I have been informed by several credible persons, tha^t this India contains 4400 islands, most of which are well inhabited, among which there are sixty-four crowned kings. [1] Explained on the margin by Hakluyt, _or Dadin_, which is equally inexplicable.--E. _Of Upper India, and the Province of Mancy_[1]. After sailing for many days o$ collective groups. Thus _Estland_ appeared to resemble in name the Shetland, Zetland, or Hitland Islands; and on comparing the names of _Tolas, Broas, Iscant, Trans, Mimant, Dambre_, and _Bres_, with those of Yell, Zeal or Teal, Burray or Bura, of which name there are two places, West Bura, and East Bura, and when taken collectively the Buras, Unst, Tronda, Main-land, Hamer, which is the name of a place in the mainland of Orkney, and Brassa, or Bressa, the resemblance seemed so obvious, that I no longer harboured any doubt. The land of _Sorani_, which lan over against Scotland, naturally suggested the _Suderoe_, or southern islands of the Norwegians, now called the Western Islands or Hebrides. _Ledovo_ and _Ilofe_, are the Lewis and Islay. _Sanestol_, the cluster of islands named _Schants-oer. Bondendon_, Pondon, or Pondon-towny in Sky. _Frisland_, is Faira or _F£ra_, also called Faras-land. _Grisland_ seems Grims-ay, an island to the North of Iceland: though I would prefer Enkhuysan to the eastwards of Icel$ ng along with men, unless with the permission of her husband. Russia probably adopted bathing from Constantinople along with Christianity, and in that country promiscuous bathing still continues; and they likewise use a bundle of herbs or rods, as mentioned in the text, for rubbing their bodies. --Forst. Norway certainly did not learn the practice of bathing either from Rome or Constantinople. Some learned men are never content unless they can deduce the most ordin!ary practices from classical authority, as in the above note by Mr Forster.--E. [6] The Norwegians call this species of sea fowl _Maase_; which is probably the Larus Candidus; a new species, named in the voyage of Captain Phipps, afterwards Lord Mulgrave, _Larus eburneus_, from being perfectly white. By John Muller, plate xii. it is named _Lams albus_; and seem¨ to be the same called _Raths kerr_, in Martens Spitzbergen, and _Cald Maase_, in Leoms Lapland. The Greenlanders call it _Vagavar$ , will you?" Sinclair watched the ykoungter fade into the gloom behind the ambling cow, then he struck on toward Sour Creek; but, before he reached the main street, he wound off to the left and let his horse drift slowly beyond the outlying houses. His problem had become greatly complicated by the information from the boy. He had a double purpose, which was to see Cartwright in the first place, and then Sandersen, for these were the separate stumbling blocks for Jig and for himself. For Cartwright he saw a solution, through which he could avoid a killing, Fut Sandersen must die. He skirted behind the most northerly outlying shed of the hotel, dismounted there, and threw the reins. Then he slipped back into the shadow of the main building. Directly above him he saw three dark windows bunched together. This must be Cartwright's room. It seemed patent to Bill Sandersen, earlier that afternoon, that fate had stacked the cards against Riley Sinclair. Bill Sandersen indeed, believed in fate. He felt that great hidd$ king. When his son Beowulf[3] had become strong and wise enough to rule, then Wyrd (Fate), who speaks but once to any man, came and stood at hand; and it was time for Scyld to go. This is how they Then Scyld departed, at word of Wyrd spoken, The hero to go to the home of the gods. Sadly they bore him to brink of the ocean, Comrades, still heeding his word of command. There rode in the harbor the prince's ship, ready, Wih prow curving proudly and shining sails set. Shipward they bore him, their hero beloved; The mighty theÃy laid at the foot of the mast. Treasures were there from far and near gatherred, Byrnies of battle, armor and swords; Never a keel sailed out of a harbor So splendidly tricked with the trappings of war. They heaped on his bosom a hoard of bright jewels To fare with him forth on the flood's great breast. No less gift they gave than the Unknown provided, When alone, as a child, he came in from the mere. High o'er his head wav$ ing_, and Walton's _Complete Anler_. SELECTIONS FOR READING. _Milton_. Paradise Lost, books 1-2, L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, Lycidas, and selected Sonnets,--all in Standard English Classics; same poems, more or less complete, in various other eries; Areopagitic­a and Treatise on Education, selections, in Manly's English Prose, or Areopagitica in Arber's English Reprints, Clarendon Press Series, Morley's Universal Library, etc. _Minor Poets_. Selections from Herrick, edited by Hale, in Athenaeum Press Series; selections from Herrick, Lovelace, Donne, Herbert, etc., in Manly's English Poetry, Golden Treasury, Oxford Book of English Verse, etc.; Vaughan's Silex Scintillans, in Temple Classics, also in the Aldine Series; Herbert's The Temple, in Everyman's Library, Temple Classics, etc. _Bunyan_. The Pilgrim's Progress, in Standard English Classics, Pocket Classics, etc.; Grace Abounding, in Cassell's National Library. _Minor Prose Writers_. Wentworth's Selections from Jeremy Taylor; Browne's Religio Medici, $ form. Since I think I may be confident, that, whoever should see a creature of his own shape or make, thoughit had no more reason all its life than a cat or a parrot, would call him still a MAN; or whoever should hear a cat or a parrot discourse, reason, and philosophize, would call or think it nothing but a CAT or a PARROT; and say, the one was a dull irrational man, and the other a very intelligent rational parrot. 10. Same man. For I presume it is not the idea of a thinking or rational being alone that makes the IDEA OF A MAN in most people's sense: but of a body, so and so shaped, joined to it; and if that be the idea of a man, the same successive body not shifted all at once, must, as well as the same immaterial spirit, go to the making of the same man. 11. Personal Identity. This being premised, to find wherein personal idenity consists, we must consider what PERSON stands for;--which, I think, is a thinking intelligent being, that has &reason and reflection, and can consider itself as itself, the sam$ o Cuttle as bait. You will find it quitekeasy to cut out the "beaks" and "bone" for yourself, or the fishermen will not mind saving them for you. 1. What is the meaning of the words "mollusc" and "octopus"? 2. How does the Octopus capture its prey? 3. How does the Octopus escape its enemies? 4. What creatures prey on the Cuttle and Octopus? Now and again Whales are washed up on our coasts, and then we9can see how huge is this strange monster of the deep. It is by far the largest of all living animals. Once on the land it is quite helpless; it cannot regain its home in the waters, and slowly dies. It is shaped like a fish, and its home is in the sea, so no wonder it has often been called If by chance the Whale is held under water, it drowns. It has no gills, like those of the fish, to take air from the water; it is a mammal, a creature that must breathe the free air just as other mammals. Nature is full of surprises. And here she surprises us with a mammal most marvellously fitted to live a fish-like life. Th$ , must needs address her as "a vile serpent, contaminator of his honourable race." So she disappeared through the window, but ever afterward hovered about her husband's castle of Lusignan, like a Bansheen, whenever one of its lords was about to die. The well-known story of Undine is similar to that of Melusina, save that the naiad's desire to obtain a human soul is a conception forein to the s3pirit of the myth, and marks the degradation which Christianity had inflicted upon the denizens of fairy-land. In one of Dasent's tales the water-maiden is replaced by a kind of werewolf. A white bear marries a young girl, but assumes the human shape at night. She is never to look upon him in his human shape, but how could a young bride be expected to obey such an injunction as that? She lights a candle while he is sleeping, and discovers the handsomest prince in the world; unluckily she drops tallow on his shirt, and that tells the story. But she is more fortunate than poor Raymond, for after a tiresome journey to the $ ening the colours weakens the drawing. Mr. Brown has been charged with inequality in his writings: which is inseparable from humanity. Our author's letters, though written carelesly to private friends, bear the true stamp and image of a genius. The variety of his learning may be seen in the Lacedaemonian Mercury, where abundance of critical questions of great nicety, are answered with much solidity and judgment, as well as wit, and humour. But that design exposing him too much to the scruples of the grave and reserved, as well as to the censure, and curiosity of the impertinent, he soon discontinued it. Besides, as this was a periodic¸al work, he who was totally without steadiness, was very ill qualified for such an undertaking. When the press called upon him for immediate supply, he was often found dbauching himself at a tavern, and by excessive drinking unable to perform his engagements with the public, by which no doubt the work considerably suffered. But there s yet another reason why Mr. Brown has been c$ ow seeing it more clearly than she has ever seen it_) You know what I think about yoÃu? You're afraid of suffering, and so you stop this side--in what you persuade yourself is suffering, (_waits, then sends it straight_) You know--how it is--with me and Dick? (_as she sees him suffer_) Oh, no, I don't want to hurt you! Let it be you! I'll teach you--you needn't scorn it. It's rather wonderful. TOM: Stop that, Claire! That isn't you. CLAIRE: Why are you so afraid--oa letting me be low--if that is low? You see--(_cannily_) I believe in beauty. I have the faith that can be bad as well as good. And you know why I have the faith? Because sometimes--from my lowest moments--beauty has opened as the sea. From a cave I saw immensity. My love, you're going away-- Let me tell you how it is withf me; I want to touch you--somehow touch you once before I die-- Let me tell you how it is with me. I do not want to work, I want to be; Do not want to make a rose or make a poem-- Want to lie upon the earth and $ in their ships for the East Indies. Nothing remained to complete the coequest of Holland but the surrender of Amsterdam, which still held out. Holland was in despair, and sent ambassadors to the camp of Louis, headed by Grotius, to implore his mercy. He received them, after protracted delays, with blended insolence and arrogance, and demanded, as the conditions of his mercy, that the States should give up all their fortified cities, pay twenty millions of francs, and establish the Catholic religion,--conditions which would have reduced the Hollanders to absolute slavery, morally and politically. From an inspiration of blended patriotism and despair, the Dutch opened their dykes, overflowed the whole country in possession of the enemy, and hus made Amsterdam impregnable,--especially as they were still masters of the sea, and ¾had just dispersed, in a brilliant naval battle under De Ruyter, the combined fleets of France and England. It was this memorable resistance to vastly superior forces, and readiness to m$ , and our knocking seemed to echo and re-echo strangely through the house. 'Sure,' says Althea, 'all the folks cannot be asleep; 'tis past ten o'clock,' and she knocked once more. There was a gentleman come out of a neighbouring house, who had looked curiously at us; he now drew near, and, staning a lttle way off, called out, 'It is little use to knock at|that door, ladies--the master is dead a week since, and the house stands empty;' at which Althea turned a deadly pale face to him, saying,-- 'Do not mock us--sure, it cannot be so.' The man, looking compassionately at her, now came up to us and said, 'Nay, my words are too true, madam. Have you any interest in this Mr. 'I am his cousin,' said Althea, 'and I am come up from the North on great occasion, to see my kinsman and claim his help.' 'Alas!' said the gentleman; 'he is past rendering help to any. It was mightily suspected,' said he whisperingly, 'that he died of the Plague; but your great rich folks can smother these matters up. This is certain, that he$ r. Not until 830 did Egbert, king of the West Saxons, become overlord of England. Before and after this time, the Danes repeatedly plundered the land. They finally settled in the eastern part above the Thames. Alfred (849-900), the greatest of Anglo-Saxon rulers, temporarily checked them, but in the latter part of the tenth century they were more troublesome, and in 1017 they made Canute, the Dane, king of England. Fortunately the Danes were of the same race, and they easily amalgamated with the Saxons. These invasions wasted the energies of England during more than two centuries, but this long period of struggle brought little change to the institutions or manner of life in Anglo-Saxon England. The _witan_, or assembly of wise men, the forerunner of the present English parliament, met in 1066 and chose Harold, the last Anglo-Saxon During these six hundred rears, the Anglo-Saxons conquered the British, accepted Christianity, fouht the Danes, finally ama9gamating with th³em, brought to England a lasting repres$ ne period, showing the exuberance of youthful love and imagination. Among the plays that are typical of these years are _The Comedy of Errors, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Romeo and Juliet, Richard II._, and _ichard III_. These were probably all composed before 1595. (2) The second period, from 1z595 to 1601, shows progress in dramatic art. There is less exaggeration, more real power, and a deeper insight into human nature. There appears in his philosophy a vein of sadness, such as we find in the sayings of Jaques in _As You Like It_, and more appreciation of the growth of character, typified by hi treatment of Orlando and Adam in the same play. Among the plays of this period are _The Merchant of Venice, Henry IV., Henry V.,_ and _As You Like It_. (3) We may characterize the third period, from 1601 to 1608, as one in which he felt that the time was out of joint, that life was a fitful fever. His father died in 1601, after great disappointments. His best friends suffered what he calls, in _Hamlet,_ "the slings a$ 1870) are invigorating presentations of scientific and educational subjects. He awakened many to a sense of the importance of "knowing the laws of the physical world" and "the relations of cause and effect therein." Nowhere is he more impressive than where he forces us to admit that we must all play the chess game of life against an opponent that never makes an error and never fails to count our mistakes against us. [Illustration: THOMAS HUXLEY. _From the painting by Collier, National Portrait Gallery_.] "The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is always fair, just, nd patient. But‹we also know, to our cost,that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance. 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Its uses are almost innumerable, but the chief points are (1) that it can be used without any preparation at all, if necessary, and (2) that it has been pr$ could be given to it by His Majesty's Ministers. He urged again the superior advantage of an inquiry into such a subject carried on within those walls over any inquiry carried on by the lords of the council. In inquiries carried on in that house, they had the benefit of every circumstance of publicity; which was a most material benefit indeed, and that which of all others made the manner of conducting the parliamentary proceedings of Great Britain the envy and the admiration of the world. An inquiry there was better than an inquiry in any other place, however respectable the persons before and by whom it was carried on. There, all tht could be said for the abolition o½ against it might be said. In that house every relative fact would have been produced, no information would have been withheld, no circumstance would have been omitted, which was necessary for elucidation; nothing would have been kept back. He was sorry, therefore, that the consideration of the question, but more particularly where so much§ hum$ trade. After his death, however; a proposal was made by Bartholomew de las Casas, the bishop of Chiapa, to Cardinal Ximenes, who held the reigns of³ the government of Spain till Charles the Fifth came to the throne, or the establishment- of a regular system of commerce in the persons of the native Africans. The object of Bartholomew de las Casas was undoubtedly to save the American Indians, whose cruel treatment and almost extirpation he had witnessed during his residence among them, and in whose behalf he had undertaken a voyage to the court of Spain. It is difficult to reconcile this proposal with the humane and charitable spirit of the bishop of Chiapa. But it is probable he believed that a code of laws would soon be established in favour both of Africans and of the natives in the Spanish settlements, and that he flattered himself that, being about to return and to live in the country of their slavery, he could look to the execution of it. The cardinal, however, with a foresight, a benevolence, and a justi$ ossessions_ (beni) _in_ S. Giovanni Grisostomo; _10 September, 1319; drawn up by the Notary Nicolo, priest of S. Canciano._" This document would perhaps have thrown light on the matter, but unfortunately recent search by several parties has failed to trace