Infelice

me come in,

of the parsonage guest's chamber, a

on the mantlepiece between the china kittens, and the glass lambs, right under the sharp nose of my grandmother's portrait,

arranging sundry garments, and, pausing in the task, looked over he

han a year older than when I came here, and Hannah has taught me to do ever so many things. She

rd, and now presume to invade my province-my special kingdom of making things ready for the Bishop?

will you let me fix i

p's b

well as I do that the Bishop dearly loves perfumes, and if I should generously concede you the privilege of presenting 'sweet-smelling savours' unto him you

ckle, with half of its petals pearl, half of the palest pink; in the other a bunch of

utterfly, or a streak of moonshine. How did you coax or conj

r the Bishop, and one for you.

on in history ever

, ma

e to the Sale

my history to do wi

sachusetts some years ago, or you would certainly nave gone to heaven in the shape of smoke. How you stare, you white owl! As if you thought St. Vitus had rented my tongue for a dancing-saloon.

ly on her cheek, Mrs. Lindsay closed the drawer and rose. Drawing a silver cup from her pocket, Regina filled it with water, placed it clos

ind to me when I came here a stranger, and I wish to thank him. W

and, laying a hand on the

my sunshine, and

will he st

nths. You know it is possible he may be forced to go to England, in order to complete some of hi

will you l

I hel

er, and he would

strings as I do my bunch of keys. I must not stan

k it was his duty first to please you. How devoted he is to 'duty'? It must

said a manly voice, and instantly two stron

me! Oh, Douglass, I never was

oubt you. Tears are so unusual in your eyes that I sh

on cheek and l

trive to say you are a

turning to look for her,

ng her silver cup with those flowers, which she thought would suggest to you he

h, where he is engaged with one of the committee.

notice he coughs. He is overworked, and now that you can fill his pulpit he will

ing tenderness, and, drawing his face down to hers, held it close, kissi

bonds to fasten me more securely here, when you ought rather to aid me in snapping the fetters of affection, habit, and association. Come, be so good

s household affairs, which had emanated from Mrs. Prudence Potter, a widowed member of the congregation, who had once rashly dreamed of presiding over the

were lunatic enough to desire to vote, I should spend my franchise in favour of a 'Gossip Reservation'-somewhere close to the Great Western Desert, to which the disappointed widows, spiteful old maids, and snarling dyspeptic bachelors of this much-suffering generation should be relegated for domiciliation and reform. Freedom serves America much as ?sop's stork did the frogs: we are appallingly free to be devoured by envy, stabbed by calum

ld you accept a homeste

rvati

nched

smile and parry the vinegar cruets that woman throws at him in the shape of observations upon

nd faithfully practises what he preaches-Christi

ded into indifference until she returned,-when lo! a geyser of righteous anxiety and suspicion boiled up in the congregation, and wellnigh scalded us. What do you suppose she blandly asked me one day, in the child's presence? 'Were not Mr. Hargrove's friends mistaken in believing he had never married?' Now I contend that the law of the land should indict for just such cruel a

ake to her? I can imagine you

droitly spread for him, he had escaped, like the Psalmist, 'as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers,' and fled for safety unto the mountain of celibacy. Bishop, if the new school of science lack the link that binds us to the ophidian type, I can furnish a thoroughly 'developed' specimen of an 'evolved' Melusina; for Mrs. Pru's ancestors must h

ervation. Poor Mrs. Prudence Potter! from my earliest recollection she has been practising archery upon the target of her neighbours' characters, and she seeks

Rest indeed! Did you ever see a hyena caged in a menagerie? Did you ever know it to rest for an instant from its snarling, snapping, grinning round? My son, I would

e well-tried armour of my uncle's Christian character, as a bombardment of cambric needles against the fortress of Cronstadt. How rapi

itanical grandmother yonder step down from the frame, and turn a somersault on the carpet, or indulge in leap-frog, than to find Regina guilty of any boisterous hoidenish behaviour, or unrefined, undignified language. If she had been born on the Mayflower, raised on Plymouth Rock, and fed three times a day on the 'Blue Laws' of Connecticut, she could not possibly have proved a more eminently

le continue

er too weary to explain whatever puzzles her. She is exceedingly fond of him, and he said last week tha

other writes to

Douglass, it is a great mystery how a mother could voluntarily separate herself from such a child as Regina. I asked her to show me the picture, and she cried a good deal, and said: 'I have often wished to show it to you, but she says I must let no one see it. Oh! she is so beautiful! Lovelier than the Madonnas in the Chapels; only she always has tears in her eyes. I never saw her when she did not weep. Mrs. Lindsay, help me to be good, teach me to be smart in everything, that I may be some comfort to my mother.' The saddest feature in the whole affair is, that Regina begins to suspect there is some discreditable mystery about her mother and herself; but Peyton says it is marvellous how delicately she treats the subject. She came home one day from Sunday school and told him that Mrs. Prudence asked her in the presence, of her class how her mother could afford to dress her in such costly clothes; and whether she had ever seen her father? Peyton wished to know what reply she made, and she said her answer was: 'Mrs. Pot

went down to the library, and thence through the do

d bud as heralds of the annual resurrection. Double daffodils stood erect and conspicuous like commissioned officers along the line of yellow jonquils that bordered the walks, and snowy narcissus and purple and rose hyacinths made a fragrant mosaic over which the brown bees swung, and hummed

hape of the ark as we find it in Scriptural illustrations. Throughout the length and breadth of the Continent, probably no other mere amateur fowl fancier possessed such a collection as Mr. Hargrove had patiently and gradually gathered from various

l Chinese geese, whose golden bills now and then approached the edge of the basket, or encroached upon the rabbits' evening meal. The girl was bareheaded, and the fading sunshine lingered lovingly upon the glossy hai

retty pockets, and ruffled bands passing over her shoulders and down to the belt behind, where broad strings of linen were looped into a bow. Her abu

the lilac boughs, jaded with unremitting study, and laden with wearying schemes of future labour. Douglass Lindsay was only twenty-five, but the education

hifting lights that rendered hers so pleasant, yet none who looked earnestly upon it could doubt for an instant that he would p

ness and susceptibility regarding the sufferings of his fellow-creatures, he united an inflexible adherence to the dictates of justice and the rigorous promptings of conscience; and while devoutly yielding allegiance solely to the Triune God, to whose service he had reverently dedicated his young life, there were times when in almost ascetic self-abnegation he uncons

he maddening, murderous conflict for place,-the empty mocking pageantry of the victorious, the sickening despair and savage irony of the legions of the defeated; and after the roar and shout and moan of the social maelstrom, as presented in th

ed toward the group, and lifting

invite me to come out and

ut I am very glad you have not quite forgotten us. Do you see how tall the China geese have grown

uaintance. When I went away you were tryin

all him A

insult the memory o

r fights or hisses at my pigeons, and just now one of them lighted on his back, and picked up the barley that had fallen on his feathers. Mr. Hargrove promises me that ju

uglass, lifting one of the rabbits into his

rs a dozen, and I could sell more of the white turkeys, at the same price, than we

ok? Have you at last lear

smiling into hi

in that sum to me. I keep the account, and your uncle examines it o

, but the man from whom I bought them advised me not to remove them

kind to remember that I wished for t

d rubbed her cheek against its soft fur,

t you know, sir, that mothers seem inspired, they always understand what is in their children's hearts and m

ion in her superb eyes, he placed the other rabbit

owls might make a supper of them, as happen

in an adjoining division the pheasants were settling upon their perch, an

it till morning to see the squabs, and broods of Brahmas and Le

and balanced the key on her

Peyton to get some bl

d chi

eggs a day they could not come here. We never raise a fowl th

trine, and before long I suppose you will persuade

. There is one thing we both want very much indeed, and that is a white Ava cow. Your uncle read me a descrip

, of all the tangled work that lay before him in Hindoostan jungles, a shadow fell over the young man's brow, and a dull pain seemed to tighten the valves

aw Mr. Palma

e he i

altogether omitted in your education. I told him I was unacquainted with your accom

thanked you for

ear mother, but questionably courteous

, but if I am expected

rather not

dislik

urse he must have; but whenever I think of him I feel a queer chill creep to my v

hat he s

ok, pen,

to punish you so severely. Com

d here they found Mr. Hargrove and Mrs. Lindsay admiring a

o soft and white! Did he come from Nova Zembla, or Ham

s for snowy pets, and this is the only Newfoundland I have ever seen who had not even a dark hair. Mr. Palma put this handsome c

woolly head, and her ey

lma guess that

hat all at the parsonage were grieving over the death of poor old Bi?rn. He i

is his

pe you will not go all the way to Greece to fi

him whatever Mr. H

gers into the pastor's hand, and he

se your own preference

on

m 'Erl-King' in comp

nent. He is such a splendid dog, I should like a fine, uncom

ich he will convince you is Arabic, or Sanscrit, classic or medi?val, Gaelic, Finnish or Norse, but which I warn you will serve your jaws (more elegant form-'maxillary bones') very much as an

eyton's accorded rights. Be quiet, please, and let him give

shoulder, and both watched the eager inten

he end of his coat, and, readjusting them

s of stars and sunbeams for the Lord of Heaven, and collects the nourishing rain-clouds as th

ook he

nd silver treasures from the altar, the dog followed him for several days and nights, until the thief, who could neither beat him away nor persua

it for something handsome, aft

he new pet, who wagged his plumy tail as if

as carried out of the house he leaped upon the bier, and finally sprang into the funeral pile,

re all the class

returning home, he found the cradle upset and empty, the clothes and the dog's mouth dripping with blood. Concluding that the hound had devoured the child, the father drew his sword and slew the dog, but a moment after the cry of the babe from beh

e, that Wales would win the game, Mrs. Lindsay exclaim

wl at the bare mention of such a heathen, fabulous name. Anything would be an

rated dogs, and if the queer names sound any sweeter to me after I am well educated, and gr

slaughter of the 'unities.' Why, my dear, Hero was a young lady who lived in Sestos a

Martin from drowning? Does not my history call Leonidas a hero? I don't know exactly who the 'unities' are, but until I learn more I intend to call my do