The Tenants of Malory

orld. Affections displace and succeed one another. The most beautiful are often the first to die. Characteristics in their beginning, minute and unsubstantial

rder out of chaos, and inform him at last what he is really worth per annum. Margaret and her cou

pon her, with other sorrows that she doe

on a little patch of shorn grass, embowered in lilacs and laburnums, and bui

ling, and rolling, and laughing on the grass upon his back. Margaret, seated on the grass beside

pily, under the window, which is clustered round with

essamine-covered wall, and a tidy little maid runs out

ce, in the glad surprise, "Oh, darling, it is you!" and her arms are about his neck, and he stoops

ing. Are y

s well when you are here; and lo

he

him-haven't we, Anne? I'm

usin Anne?" asked Cleve, t

it not?" sai

. "No, darling," he said to Margaret, "you mustn't sit on the gra

the baby by turns, until the nurse came out to convey him to the nursery, and he was h

ired, Cleve

ido; can we hav

in a moment," said a

disturbing you

ho wished to allow them a word together

king his place beside her, so soon as old

ney, do y

begun plagu

it about,

mong others, I ought to marry,"

n up that," she said, with

drop till he teases them half to death. He thinks I should marry money and political connection, and I don't know what all, and I'm quit

er here, Cleve," pleaded Margare

garet? Just consider, I always come to you anxiou

re is to me

ite, of course-where you are. But you must see what it is-a paradise"-and he laughed peevishly

stood in her large eyes; her hand was, as it were, on the

ret. What have I said to vex you? It merely amounts to this, that we live just now in the futur

od little girl; and from the window Miss Sheckleton

leve," said Margaret, look

h just a degree of impatience in hi

e liberated from that w

be totally without resource and pursuit-don't you see? We must be reasonable. No, it is not that in the least that tires me, but I'm

led your fortunes," with a great sig

tle woman? I'm only talking of my uncle's tea

e a litt

id Margaret, raising h

baby or any one el

eard it cry, b

that child less, darling-you must,

but I fear it was rather a splenetic impulse of selfishnes

sit to-night,

West India Bill on to-night, and I must be there-yes-in an hour"-he was glancin

id, as the maid emerged with a little tray, "and we'll place our cups on the window-stone whe

vening was touching the formal poplars, and the other trees, and bri

ourable, it has a sort of Dutch picturesqueness; but, on the whole, it is not the sort of cottage t

t is the quietest, most sylv

ce," said Cleve. "We

moke e

not die of smoke or of an

love is eternal,

adame. Alas, theory and fact conflict. Love is eternal in the abstr

wished to marry," said Margaret, a

"It is perishable, but I can't live without it," and he

ret, with a gleam of her old fier

to kill anythi

answered, "is the

d, with a smile and a slight shrug

se your love," said she, haughtily; "as if,

y, I could no more call it to life, than I could Cleopatra or Napoleon Bonaparte. It is a principle, don't you see? that comes as direct as life from heaven. We can

large eyes upon him with a wild resentment, "why

ill of that momentary effusion was something of the old feeling when to lose her would have been despair, to gain her

h seems more and more to absorb him; and she remains smiling on their beautiful little baby

, he met old Colonel Thongs,

rd about ol

N

Cabinet,

all

Ask you

or; no one thought of him; but

soon tr

eriods of his life, and was presumed to have a competent knowledge of affairs. A dull man, owing all to his dulness, quite below many, a

ine Oldys and Lady Wimbledon are to be at Ware this autumn,

, but he felt