Moonbeams from the Larger Lunac

a cheque for a thousand guineas. This alone guarantees for all intelligent re

ain being slipped surreptitiously into our letter-box by pale, timid girls, scarcely more than children, after nightfall (in fact many of them came in their night-gowns),-this manuscript alone was the sole one-in fact the only one-to receive

h power in case of dispute to send all the MSS. to the Czar of Russia, our readers will breathe a sigh of relief to le

as long since been abandoned by all the best writers. They refuse to do it. The modern novel must convey a message, or else it must paint a picture, or remove a veil, or open a new chapter in hum

n here presented was praised by The Saturday Afternoon Review as giving one of the mo

, one word may be said. Vere de Lancy is (as the reviewers have under oath declared) a typical young Englishman of the upper class. He is ne

object of his journey, Lancy de Vere (as we shall now call him, though our readers will be able at any moment to turn his name backwards) has gi

t perhaps we may best l

), de Vere felt that he must speak to her. Something of the mystery of the girl fascinated him. What was she doing here alone with no one but her mother and her maid, on the bosom of the Atlantic? Why was she

end h

leaning over her deck-cha

is ever since the b

amed his growing co

then timidly, "it is 3,21

eep! It reaches from the forty-nin

"what a vivid pictur

s, "is formed by the Rocky Mountains, which are practically a pro

did!" said

Mississippi, by the St. Lawrence, and-

hers in the half gloaming

ry simply; "I think

own as silt by the Mississippi. East of this the range of the Alleghanies, nowhere more than eight thous

ut earnestly. No man had ever

red half to herself, half aloud, and

st of them from east to west, though a few run from west to east. T

repeated; already she felt her

firmly clasped in his an

e whispered, "how ma

asped, unabl

fourteen thou

were both thinking. Pres

e any cit

word-picture of them. Vast cities-with tall buildings, reaching to th

roke in quickly,

dred and f

urned and

't bear it. Some other ti

up her wraps. "And you," she sai

it. Ah! if I only could-I want to see" (and here he passed his hand through his hair as if trying to remember) "something of the relations of labour and capital, of the extraordinary development of industrial machinery, of

lute. She was thinking (apparent

faltered, "I

ou

e hesitated. "I-I-

hment. "With a face and voice

ompliment held her sp

my people lived jus

have," he sai

"but it's because I feel from what you have said that

her idea, "that you can help m

nswered, sti

know

hesitating,

dull raucous blast of the foghorn (they used a raucous one on this ship on

rl shi

she said; "

hought leaped to his mind to ask her her name or at leas

ight,"

was