Sword and Gown

ful, as a farmer in August looking down from the hill-side on golden billows of waving grain. Visitors had been pouring in rather fast during

esuvian eruptions, new operas, and other advertised attractions, natural and artificial. The singing was really a success. Miss Tresilyan's magnificent voice did its duty nobly, and did no more. Without

is countrymen in the season, ministering, not injudiciously, to their myriad whims and necessities. Among his multifarious functions, perhaps the most respectable and permanent was that of clerk to the English chapel. He was by no means a very religious man, nor were his morals quite unexceptionable, but he had completely identified himself with the fortunes and interests of that modest building.

nd line, and, after much independent exertion of the lungs, just came up in time to join in the grand final rally. He saw the mild-faced, gray-haired parson mounting slowly the pulpit stairs, adjusting and man?uvring the refractory gown that would come off his shoulders with the nervous gesture which, beginning in timidity, had grown into a habit that was part of the man. More plainly than all-he saw a low, green mound, just beyond the chancel walls, where one was sleeping who had lavished on him all the treasures of a rare, unselfish, trusting love; the dear, meek, little wife, who was so proud of her husband's few poor talents, so indulgent to his many failings, who ever had an excuse ready to answer his self-reproaches, whose weak, thin hand was always strong enough to pluck him back from ruin and dishonor, till it grew stiff and cold. She knew it, too, for he remembered the wail that bu

on is apt to disregard sometimes the proprieties of place; and as for space-of course the visions of the night are quicker on the wing than their riv

xpression of approval on the face of Royston Keene. It was evident she had been on her trial. The cool, tranquil, apprecia

aupers could be supposed to understand it. So, with every sentence more plaintive grew Mr. Fullarton's lamentations over worldlings and their vanities, more bitter his invectives against those who, having themselves broken out of the fold, seek to lead others astray. An occasional gesture-something too expressive-was not needed to point his animadversions. The object of them sat with his head slightly bent, neither by frown nor smile betraying that a single allusion had gone home. The simple truth was, that he scarcely caught one word. The las

s Tresilyan and her chaperone joined the Molyneux party, just as Fanny was saying to Keen

s. Danvers sniffed indignantly-a form of protest to which her nose, from its construction, was eminently adapted; but he went on before she could

ave some one's opinion who is really interested in the chapel. It was scarcely worth taking so much trouble to appear so the other day. You know what Lis

id not betray his satisfaction, though, as he answered quite calmly, "Pardon me, I could not be so impertinent as to attempt a 'delusion' on so short an acquaintance. I deny the charge distinctly. I believe that residence in Dorade, and a certain amount of sub

others. She shook her head with a saucy incred

to hear it. Did our chaplain include hypocrisy among my other disqualifications for decent soci

and conscious, both of which she felt she was doing as she replied-"I am sure Mr. Fullarton would not asp

st me, he is clearly right to do so. Ah! I see, you think I dislike him. I don't, indeed. Morally and physically, he seems a little too unctuous, that's all. Ca

e ridiculous, and the struggles of principle against a sense of humor were not always successful. S

posed for a visitation. It seems absurd to hear a man warning us against a particular sin, and threatening us with all sorts of penalties if we indulge in it, when it is impossible that he himself should ever have felt the temptation. We want some one who can find out the harmless side of our character, as well as the

red in the honest west country, where one, at least, of their own prophets hath honor. If you want to indulge your enthusiasm for the Rector of Eversley, let y

, and pass it by. They will do more justice to your self-denial than they would have done to your dialectic talents. Corinna loves to be contradicted, but hates to be convinced, and dreads no monster so much as a short-horned-dilemma. She may forgive the first offense as inadvertent, but "one more such victory and you are lost." Think how often clemency has succeeded where severity would have failed. What did that discreet Eastern emir, when he found his fair young wife sleeping in a garden, where she had n

, breaking a butterfly on the wheel is poor pastime, and not a very athletic sport. The glory, too, to be won is so small that it scarcely compensates for the pain we inflict, and may, perchance, eventually feel. Is Achilles inclined to be proud of the strength of his arm, or the keenness of hi

mingled, will prove that I regard the subject as by no means trivial, but am sincerel

ow my poor character must have been worried last night! I wish Mrs. Molyneux had been there. She is good enough to sta

my brother. You know enough of him already to guess why I am nervous about him. I almost forced him to take me abroad; and he is exposed to so many more dangers here t

met them fairly. Whatever his intentions might be, no one could sa

ter your opinion of me, if it were possible. Will you give me a chance?" The others joined them before she could reply; but more than o