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Pork Steaks—Brm'led.—Do them as you would mutton round, halfa peck of tomatos, and two down of corn cut off the ear. Season with pepper, salt and pothcrbs to your steaks, with this cxccption, that pork requires more broiling. When cooked enough. pour over them a little good gravy, liking. If you have a ham bone, or slice of ham to boil in the soup. it is a great improvement. The soup should be adding a small quantity of sage. rubbed ﬁno. boiled quite thick. MADE DISHES. Gravy Soup—Put a shin of beef to six quarts of water, .Mock Turtle, of Cal/"s Ilium—Take a ﬁne, large calf‘s with a pint. of peas, and six onions—set them over the tire, and let them boil gently till all the juice is extracted from head. split it open, and lay it for two or three hours in cold the meat; then strain it through a sieve, add to the strained water; then put it on to boil in as much water as will cover liquor one quart of strong gravy to make it brown, put in it. When it is done enough to take the meat off the bones, pepper and salt to your liking. add a little celery, and some cut the meat into square pieces. and put them into a stow pan with some mace. cloves, nutmeg. red pepper, some sweet ‘ beet leaves, and boil till they are tender. Green Pros Son.p.—-Boil four pounds of beef in one gallon herbs. and a large onion; salt it to your liking. put in as of water for about three hours. Have ready one peek of much of the liquor as will‘covcr it, and let it stew gently one hour. Then take one-quarter of a pound of butter rolled Young peas. a few potatoes cut in slice, and a bunch of pot herbs. Twenty minutes or half an hour before serving the in ﬂour, and some browned butter, mix it with the stow and lct it boil half an hour; when done, add a glass of wine. soup, add to the broth the potatoes, peas, £10., and season Fry the liver and lay it round the dish with some nice force with salt and pepper to your liking. meat halls. FISH. ”’(” ({I/lfI/lf’Iv'JJill/ll ~-‘br/¢t-I{/lf,’/lJ ’f{l 1fl'f/J

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Inbstcrs—Bs'ted.—-Take the meat out of the claws and belly of a boiled lobster. put it in a marble mortar, with two blades of mace. a little white pepper and salt, and a lump of butter the size of half an egg; beat them all together till they become a paste. Put one half of the paste in a pot. take the meat out of the tail end of the lobster. lay it in the middle of the pot. and then lay on it the other half of your past-e; press it down close, and pour over it clariﬁed butter. a quarter of an inch thick. N. B.—To clarify butter, put your dish into a clean saucepan. set it over a slow tire, and

the sweet-breads on the toast, and pour over them the drawn butter, mixed with the other ingredients.

crosswise: put them in a milk crock, with very sour cold

with cream: boil some large. ﬁne asparagus; when boiled,

vinegar poured over them; then add cayenne pepper, ﬁne black pepper. salt and whole allspieo. Put a crust owr the t top of the crock and stand it in an oven. The ﬁsh must bo' ; highly seasoned.

cut 08' all the green in small pieces and mix them with the

warmed, with mace and wine, or mushroom catchup.

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Brrﬂd Smcc, which may be eaten with Roast Pi'g.— Put some grated crumbs of stale bread into a saucepan. and 1 our over them some of the liquor in which poultry or fresh meat has been boiled.- Add some plums or dried currants, (well when the butter is melted scum it, take it off the ﬁre, and picked and washed.) Let the whole simmer until the broad let it stand a short time; then pour it over the lobster. Take _ becomes quite soft, and the fruit quite plump, then add care you do not pour in the milk, which settles to the bottom melted butter. or cream. of the saucepan. Ducks .S'tnvcd with Grrcn Peas—Half roast your ducks Saucc for any Kind of Fish—Have ready some gravy then put thcm into a stew-pan with a pint of good gravy. a made of real or mutton, and add to it a little of the water little mint. and three or four sage leaves choppi-d ﬁne; con-r that drains from your ﬁsh. Boil it, and when done enough, them close and stew th-rm hull’sn hour; boil a pint of green put it into a saucepan. adding a whole onion, (or anchovy) a peas—as for eating—and put them in after you have thick spoonful of some cntchup, and a glassful of white wine; cncd the gravy; dish up your ducks, and pour the gravy and thicken it with a good lump of butter rolled in ﬂour. and a pcas over thcm. spoonful of ﬂour. "convenient. add some oyster to it. Sweet-Breads— Fricassesrl.—Scald three sweet~brcnris Lobster—Stewcd.—Pick your lobstcrs in as large pieces as You can, and boil the shells in a pint of water with a blade When cold, cut them in slices the thickness ofa crown pirco dip them in batter, and try them in fresh butter till they are or two of mace. and a few whole peppers. When all the strength is extracted from the shells and spice, strain it, and nicely browned. Make a gravy. and stew your weet-breads put in your lobsters, thicken it with butter, and give them slowly in the-gravy eight or ten minute": lay them on a dish, a boil. Put in a glass of white wine, or two spoonfuls of and pour the gravy over thcm. Garnish the dish with a lemon. vinegar. and serve it up. Shad—Srmced.—Cut the ﬁsh in half, and then in slices-— Omld of Asparumis.—Take six eggs. and beat them up

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46 "I—I can't tell you how hard I want to win it," gasped Jess.

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We may sit by the hearth together, And talk about Auld Lang Syne.

ORIGINAL Wears-Tsar: Puritans—Nearly all of our pat terns. this month, were designed expressly for our readers. This is the only Magazine, in America. which gives original patterns in crochet, knitting, &c., 6:0. The handkerchief corners, printed in colors, in the front of the number, are original designs. “COMING Tnnouqn rue Rrs.”—Tbis illustrates the old and well known Scottish song. We quote the particular stanzas.

Vuusnsn.—Thc old myths. that frightened children and shook the nerves of sensitive people. are gradually dying

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with a left-handed glance, he says nothing to nobody.

The solemn preface of the ancient morning story—last night I dreamed, when with spectacles atop her Roman nose, and grey hair parted under her snowy cap-hill, the dame of nearly a century prophesied of coming good or evil, is seldom listened to with pleasure in this enlightened age. Mysterious knocks heard in three distinct reverberations against the top of some worm-tenanted, high-posted, long-curtained and long-venerated bedstead, come no more as the. solemn ushers of the slow-moving house, to warn the family that they must so-on go weeping over their dead. The haunted room ﬁgures only in traditions of broken-backed castles crumbling to de cay. and dilapidated mansions long since. leveled to the dust. Some clingers to musty chronicles still delight in arousing the story of some fancied ghost, which, very strangely, always appears in the costume of its age: though the clothes it then wore. leather brooches, top-boots and all, have min gled with the elements a century ago.

REVIE‘V 0F NETV BOOKS. Trcssz'lli'an. By R. Shell/m Jlfackenn'r, L. L. D. 1 vol., 12 mo. Pln'latla: J. B. Li'ppi'ncnlt (E (ix—This is the most readable novel that has issued from the American press for a. long time. It combines the keen. satirical ol.»-:crvations of the man of the world, with the imaginative feeling of the horn poet. Dr. Mackenzie is already known to the Ameri can public for his racy notes on tho Noctes Ambrosiana‘, Maginn’s Miscellanies and other works; but this is the ﬁrst time, we believe, that he has appeared as a novelist, a fact

which everybody will regret who reads “Trcsdllien.” A writer, with such a knack tior story-telling, ought not to let his talents lie idle. Readers have had a surfcit of tho mawkish sentimentality, with which the Ann-rican press has been overloaded for several years. and begin to desire something more robust in the way of ﬁction, soon-thing more true to life. “Tressillian” is planned, in some respects, after Chaucer's Tales. and Boccaccio‘s Decarneron. for a party of acquaintances, meeting at a watering-place, while away the time with tales: a loveetory, like a weaving melody, running through the whole, binding the several parts to gether, and so keeping up a continuity of interest.

Others delight in

pointing out strange dark stains, which, with an air of owl like wisdom. they say can never be washed out. because it is murdered blood. A carpenter‘s plane in such cases would be of service. We suggest this for the beneﬁt of those who believe such spots indelible. Tn: Wavsamv Novsts roa 'rnr. Musics—That enterpris ing ﬁrm of book-publishers, T. B. Peterson 8: Brothers, has just begun an undertaking, which cannot fail to be as pro ﬁtable to its projectors, as it will be beneficial to the reading community. We allude to the edition of Sir Walter Scott’s

Adam Bade. By George Elliott. 1 rol., 1‘2 me. New York: Harper (£- Brotlwrs.—The author of this novel is favorably known for his “Scenes in Clerical Life.” a series of highly meritorious tales, which lately appeared in “Blackwoml's Magazine.” llis present ﬁction will even increase his repu

novels, which is advertised on our cover, and which is to be

completed in twenty-six volumes, at twenty-five cents a piece. These volumes are printed in double column octavo, and each will contain about one hundred and twenty-five pages. The entire sett of twenty-six volumes will be mailed, free of postage. to any person remitting five dollars to the publishers. This is an opportunity, never before had, for obtaining the Waverley Novels entire, at a price within the means of ct'eryhcsiy; for those who remit ﬁve dollars, and

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tic.

It is the best English novel of the season.

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than twenty cents. The price of the Edinburgh edition, from which this edition is reprinted. is seventy-two dollars. Very propcrly have Peterson is Brothers called this the “Edition for the Million," for they ought to get a million of subscribers to it, in this reading nation, and doubtless will.

production of a young and superﬁcial traveler, but the

observations of a man of ripe years and expansive intellect, and as such is the most valuable and entertaining work of its class which has appeared for years.

“WBOLLY Usmv.u.sn."—The Maumee Valley (Ohio) Stand ard says :—-“ Peterson’s Magazine for April has arrived, and in our estimation. is wholly unrivaled by any similar work in this country. Each number contains original patterns in embroidery, crochet. knitting, bead work, shell work, hair work, &c.. &c. Latest and most reliable fashions are always

BL": and His Dwelling Place. An Essay toward the In ter] relation of Nature. 1 vol., 12 mo. A'rw York: Ital/Edd.— This is a book for thinkers. It is divided into four principal parts. which treat severally of Science, Philosophy, Religion and Ethics. To these are added four dialogues. We have

to be found in Peterson."

We could quote hundreds of simi

not had time yet to peruse the book, and so cannot speak

lar notices. every month. but keep our brief space for what is more interesting to our readers.

critically of its merits. Perhaps we may return to the volume next month. Matrimonial Brokerage in the Ilfctrnpolis. 1 vol, 12 mo. blew )‘rrrk: Thatcher d? Jlutrln'nson.—A series of paprrs. ro printed from a daily journal. but hardly having merit enough to warrant this second publication.

“HELP Mr. 0vns."—Another mczzotlnt, this month. and

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I repeat, who

are you going to marry? That fop who sits opposite you with the foot of an opera dancer in his month? That simper ing fellow who takes you every other night to the theatre or the ball-room, and treats you afterward to an expensive supper? Heaven pity your future! “ Men." say some, “conceal their real sentiments. habits and opinions for years.” Don't believe- it. The truth is. most

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TABLE. “A'r Sr...”—Under this head we ﬁnd the following poem ﬂoating through our exchanges. anonymously. Who is the author? Surely no untried hand wrote it. How full it is of pictures! We know not in what- way it may affect you, fair reader, but parts of it brought the tears to our eyes, though we pass for rather a stern specimen of manhood. Midnight in droar New England; ’Tis a driving storm ofsuow—

How the casement clicks and rattles, And the wind keeps on to blow! For a thousand leagues of coast-line, In litfnl flurries and starts, The wild Ncu'tb-l-iaster is knocking At lonely windows and hearts.

womendwﬁwo marriage, encourage looseness and familiarity

with rice by their foolish inconsistency. They treat the oc casioual glass, the occasional cigar with elegant raillery: smile as they protest, and end by saying that “men are so different from women!" How can this be? Has God made any promise—left any margin for the delinquency of men?

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Has [to said, thou woman shalt not swear—thou woman

shalt not commit adultery? Is there any better reason why a man should muddle his brains with cigar-smoke than that a woman should indulge in her pipe of tobacco? Is it really any worse for a man to get beastly drunk than for a woman? Away with these excuses for sin! Stop that everlasting twaddle that such and such persons are excusable because they are men. It has ruled the world too long. It has trained too many recruits for Satan’s

Of the hearts chilled through with watching— The eyes that wearily blink, Through the blinding gale and snow~drift, For the Lights of Navesinltl How fares it, my friend. with you? If I've kept your reckoning aright, The brave old ship must be due On our dreary coast to-uight. The fireside fades before me. The chamber quiet and warm-— And I see the. gleam of her lanterns

In the wild Atlantic storm. army. But “bi-nit this matter of ﬁnding out who you are going to marry. there seems to be a shrinking from all serious thought upon the subject. “I like him very much, and am determined to have him! I have called to see if you knew anything against his cha racter; but if you do you musn’t tell me, for I shau‘t believe you. I’m going to be married because—well, because it"s customary, and I don't want to be an old maid. Besides, I shall have some one to pet me, to wait upon me, to stay at

Like a dream ’tis all around me— Tlie gale, with its steady boom, And the crest of every roller Torn into mist and spurne— The Sights and the sound of Ocean, On a night of peril and gloom. The shroud of snow and of spume-drift, Driving like mad a-lee— And the huge black hulk that wallow:

Deep in the trough of the sea. The creak of the cabin and bulkhead

home with me when I am sick, to be devoted to me alone.

The wail of rigging and mast—

and, in fact. I rather fancy being styled a married woman.” "But you don't consider what a serious thing it is to unite. your destiny with that of a. stranger. How do you know what his habits have been—who his acquai ntanees are—where are his haunts? If they are bad, after the uoVelry of the marriage life is over—after he has presented you to the world as his prize—after he has seen that your wants are sufficiently or insufficiently attended to, he will return to his old manner of life. No matter how lovely you may be, or how accomplished, you are chained. A helpless babe lies in your bosom; hands and heart are full: and if you have made a mistake in your choice; or. if you blindly married him when you knew, or had reason to fear, on the representations of those who loved you, that his course had been a vicious one, God help you! But- don‘t say, if you married him in utter ignorance of his character. that you never dreamed of this neglect—this loneliness—this suffering—these lt'tll‘ii— his iuditl'erenee. perhaps brutality. Were you destitute of common sense that you took ey'erything for granted? What! it would not have been modest nor delicate to make such in quiries? Are you too modest, too delicate new for his re proaches, his taunts, his desertion? Girls. for the sake of purity. be as modest, an sensitive, as God intended you should be; but be sure that the man to whom you are about committing yourself for life. has. to the full, these indispensable qualiﬁcatimis for a happy and holy wedlock. a belief in the word of inspiration, and a character that will bear the strictest investigation.

Tho roar of tho shrouds, as she rises

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From a deep lee-roll, to the blast.

The sullen throb of the engine, Whose iron heart never tires-— The swnrthy faces that redden By the glare of his CttVt'l‘lmd ﬁres. The binnacle slowly swaying And nursing the faithful steel—

And the grizzled old quarter-master, lIis horny hands on the wheel. I can see it—the little cabin— Plainly as if I were there— The chart on the old green table, The book, and the empty chair. On the deck we have trod together, A patient and manly form, To and fro. by the foremost,

Is pacing in sleet and storm. Since her keel first struck cold water By the stormy Cape‘s clear light, ’Tis little of sleep or slumber Hath lain on that watchful sight And a hundred lives are hanging 0n eye and on heart to-night. Would that I walked beside him, This hour, on her Wintry deck, Recalling the Legends of Ocean, 0f ancient battle and wreck. But the stout old craft is rolling A hundred leagues a-lee—

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Rh Street on their skates, the big kite which Chet and Lance had raised supplying the motive power.

Chet beckoned her out to have a part in the fun; but much more serious matters filled Jess Morse's mind. When her mother finally arose, and folded and sealed and addressed the packet containing her night's work, Jess had to go out and mail it.

"I really believe that is a good story, Jess," said her mother, who was sanguine of temperament. She had a childish faith in the success of every manuscript she sent out; and usually when her chickens "came home to roost" her spirits withstood the shock admirably.

"Now, don't forget the list of things you were to get at Mr. Closewick's," added Mrs. Morse. Jess had kept her evening's troubles strictly to herself. "I believe he sent in a bill, but you tell him how it is; we'll have money in a day or two."

"But, Mother, we owe other stores, too," murmured Jess.

"I know it, child. But don't remind me"

"And the rent will be due. Mr. Chumley was here last night"

"Not for his rent so soon?" cried the irresponsible lady.


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"Oh, how mean of him!" exclaimed Mrs. Morse.

"I don't see how we are going to get it, Mother," said Jess, worriedly.

"Well, that's true. But we've got another month before we need to cross that bridge."

That was Mrs. Morse's way. Perhaps it was as well that she allowed such responsibilities to slip past her like water running off the feathers of a duck.

"And if Mr. Closewick shouldn't want to—to trust us any longer, Mother?" suggested Jess. That was as near as she could get to telling the good lady what had really happened the night before.

"Why! that would be most mortifying. He won't do it, though. But if he does, we'll immediately begin trading elsewhere. I don't really think Mr. Closewick always gives us good weight, at that!"

Jess could only sigh. It was always the way. Mrs. Morse saw things from a most surprising angle. She was just as honest—intentionally—as she could be, but the ethics of business dealing were not quite straight in her mind.

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BY was “HORTICUI-TURAL EDITOR."

NOTHING is more cheering and beautiful at a drawing-room window, than a cluster of crocuses mingling their petals of purple and gold, or a group of crimson hepatiese, or of the delicate

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glimpses of nature, we cannot say that we ad- 5 “j'ardr'nicrre,” or simple ﬂower-stand, er simpler mire these favorite ﬂowers when seen issuingt window-sill. from symmetrical apertures in a china hcdge~i The proper season to prepare asupply of these

hog or a delt' beehive.

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template them when they are reduced to such well for our fair readers to lay this article by. artiﬁcial contortions. A far more agreeable to be ready for the suitable season, Near cities, eﬂ'eet is gained by a much simpler arrangement. i or even large towns, nurserymen can be found, if the reader refers to the illustration it will be ‘ who will be able to supply hyacinth bulbs and found that the ﬂowers issue from a tuft of rich

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No. 2. HALF or BACK. No. 8. Ham 0! Suanva.

N0. 4. SIDE-PIECE UNDER Ann. It is this last piece, which forms the side of the garment, and is inserted between the front and back, which gives to the basquine that graceful fullness, that is one of its principal recommendations.

The sizes of the various pieces are marked, in inches, on the diagram. It is best to cut the pattern ﬁrst in paper, according to the size here given, and then enlarge, or reduce it, till it ﬁts. The size we give will ﬁt most girls of twelve years of age. We give this, in answer to a request from a subscriber. We are always ready, in this de partment, to give patterns such as our friends

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Rh put food in the larder. What little Jess had brought in from Mr. Vandegriff's store would not last them over Sunday. And her mother seemed to think that everybody else would be just as sanguine of her getting a check as she was herself.

"I do wish you had been able to get steady work with the Courier," spoke Jess, as she prepared to go out.

"That would have been nice," admitted her mother. "And I am in a position to know a good deal of what goes on socially on the Hill. I am welcome in the homes of the very best people, for your father's sake, Jess. He was a very fine man, indeed."

"And for your own sake, too, Mamma!" cried Jess, who was really, after all, very proud of her mother's talent.

"It would have been nice," repeated Mrs. Morse. "And certainly the Courier is not covering the Hill as well as might be. I pointed that out to Mr. Prentice; but he is limited in expenditures, I suppose, the paper being a new venture."

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row of the width given in the illustration. The ; one for each side and one for the bottom. These ﬁlling in round the medallion may be with either i ought to be formed of silk the color of the velvet,

silk or ﬁne gold cord, and the spot worked in s with a mixture of gold in them. silk or a gold bead.

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strands. To make the chain you must fasten i the two extremities, passing one of the cords in l the side bead. The knot must be made before i closing it, and it is more readily done upon a table. You will be successful by following ex~ actly the form of the design, (out No. 2,) but the i

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Immanuel owed his rhymed prose to Charizi, but again he shows his devotion to two masters by writing Hebrew sonnets. The sonnet was new then to Italian verse, and Immanuel’s Hebrew specimens thus belong to the earliest sonnets written in any literature. It is, indeed, impossible to convey a just sense of the variety of subject and form in the Machberoth. “Serious and frivolous topics trip each other by the heels; all metrical forms, prayers, elegies, passages in unmetrical rhymes, all are mingled together.” The last chapter is, however, of a different character, and it has often been printed as a separate work. It


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I am seeing two distinct references to "Wilmot Lunt" and showing in Wikidata. VIAF has a different middle set of dates and less certainty. The one in The dictionary of British book illustrators and caricaturists, 1800-1914 is definitely this one with these years. The Hertford reference is specific and ha provenance with primary and secondary records. — billinghurst  sDrewth  23:38, 8 December 2023 (UTC)
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The link between Immanuel and his Provençal contemporary Kalonymos was supplied by Judah Romano, the Jewish school-man. All three were in the service of the king of Naples. Kalonymos was the equal of Romano as a philosopher and not much below Immanuel as a satirist. He was a more fertile poet than Immanuel, for, while Immanuel remained the sole representative of his manner, Kalonymos gave birth to a whole school of imitators. Kalonymos wrote many translations, of Galen, Averroes, Aristotle, al-Farabi, Ptolemy, and Archimedes. But it was his keen wit more than his learning that made him popular in Rome, and impelled the Jews of that city, headed by Immanuel, to persuade Kalonymos to settle permanently in Italy. Kalonymos’ two satirical poems poems were called “The Touchstone” (Eben Bochan) and “The Purim Tractate.” These satir-


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“Thanks, but I hare no desire to leave New Fork—quite impossible to exist elsewhere.”

“You cannot remain here! I am very willing to help you; I have always felt an interest in ou; I assure you money will be no object, and am certain that my secret-”

“My dear Mr. Lawrence, how little you know me! I have completely forgotten the events of last night, or shall have done so when we have replaced that little check—we will not refer to it again. I am glad to have met you this morn¬ ing—in the confusion of business men have no time to become acquainted. I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing you thus again?*'

“Nothing would gratify me more,” returned the merchant, with trembling lips. “Mrs. Law¬ rence receives every Saturday—I shall be happy to present you.”

“And I to avail myself of the invitation. You know Mrs. Ransom?”

“The authoress? yes, very delightful woman.” “A most intimate friend of mine; nothing would gratify her so much as to know that you considered me your friend.”

“Delighted to hear that; she so seldom goes out—genius has its peculiarities.”

The wretched man was so ghastly and white that his appearance might have softened his deadliest enemy; but the youth in whose power he found himself knew no relenting, he liked to taste his revenge drop by drop, and would never cease while there was still a chord in his victim's heart that could be wrung.

“By-the-way, Mr. Lawrence, do you know Mr. Bentley?”

“Well, very well; an extremely rich man.”

“I know that he has a charming daughter,” replied Hurst, laughing again, “1 met her at Mrs. Ransom’s. Perhaps you would present me there?”

The merchant paused for a moment, writhing under that assumption of power; but Hurst's eyes were still fixed upen him, and he could only falter out,

“With pleasure, of course.”

“Indeed I must say good morning,” Horst said, rising. “On Saturday you say Mrs. Law¬ rence receives?”

“But this thing—you understand!” exclaimed Lawrence, catching him by the arm. “Tell me that my secret is safe—money—anything—name your terms.”

“Do not insult me,” returned Hurst, coldly, “between equals such offers are not endurable.”

“Excuse me—I- At least the check shall be sent down.”

“Of course, of course!”

“May I mention one fact?”

“I shall listen with pleasure.”

“I shall be delighted to receive you at my house; but it is quite possible that you might prefer to give up your situation—I shall always be willing to assist you in any way.”

“I am infinitely obliged. If I decide to leave your establishment, I will come and talk the matter over with you. Good morning, Mr. Lawrence! On Saturday? Till then, au revoir.”

He passed out of the room with the same care¬ less ease and went down stairs.

The merchant fell back in his chair completely exhausted by the excitement of the last hour. He looked like a man just recovering from a ter¬ rible illness. When he strove to rise from his seat he fell back, covering his face with his hands, and murmuring broken words of despair.

Hurst left the house and returned to his home. His face was lit up with fierce exultation, and his eyes fairly blazed with light.

“This is the beginning,” he muttered, “and it promises well! The fair Gillian is almost reached—patience, patience, the end is not far off.”

(to be continued.)

WOMAN'S LOT.

BY MRS. PIDSLEY.

To feel that she is slighted By one meet dearly prized— That all her self-devotion la nothing in his eyes— To hear the words of anger, Tho’ she deserves them not; To bear with harsh unkindness, Is often woman's lot.

To see her slightest error Converted into crime. Whilst even then she dares not Weep, murmur, or repine; To know his vow Is broken— That he is faithless now— And yet to be upbraided. If grief is on her brow;

To soothe the boor of anguish, And be repaid with scorn; To hear severely chidden The tears from sorrow drawn, To feel her long enduring, Her patience—all as naught, TUI hope itself is blighted, Is often woman's lot.


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 noticed in the morning, when I was tying my tie, that a slight frown made me more thoughtful looking, and I instantly assumed one. I compared the appearance I imagined myself to present with Gerald's, and then I saw him watching me with what I believed to be a kind of veiled mockery in his eyes. My shyness turned to rage. Katherine tried to talk to me, but I answered in monosyllables, and, an hour earlier than I had intended, I got up to say good-night.

"We shall see you to-morrow, Peter," Mrs. Carroll suggested, as I shook hands with her. "What would you like to do to-morrow?" she added, turning to Katherine.

Katherine smiled at me as if we were quite old friends. "I want to climb some of the mountains," she said. "I planned that the minute I saw them."

Again her face awakened in me the memory of another face I had known—but where? when?

"In that case you ought to start early," Mrs. Carroll went on, "and you could take your lunch with you. Peter knows all the different walks for miles round."

I was on the point of declaring that I had an engagement, but I overcame the temptation. I promised to come soon after breakfast, and made my escape.


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by a cabinet, filled with large packages of papers and deeds.

Seated by the table was a tall, thin man, in whose face there was a singular mingling of the lines and furrows, which long years of constant occupation will bring upon the face, with a serene moral composure which would have deceived even a keen observer.

But now in that solitude the calmness which a long life of dissimulation had given the coun¬ tenance was gone, and the undercurrent of pas¬ sion showed through like a turbid bottom seen beneath smooth waters.

That man was Nathan Lawrence, the influen¬ tial partner in the house in which Michael Hurst was employed, and the person whom the young man had so unexpectedly seen at the gambling house upon the previous night.

He was sitting with paper before him and *a pen in his hand, but he had not yet written a line, although it was full an hour before that he had taken his seat there.

The events of the past evening had evidently left an impression upon him, which he could not readily shake off, for his losses had been large, even for one of his great wealth, and he might well pause to reflect upon the consequences of many nights of misfortune like that.

In the eyes of the world, Nathan Lawrence possessed the reputation of being a moral man— not religious perhaps in the strict sense of the word—but perfectly upright and conscientious; to be seen every Sunday in his seat in church, uttering the responses with the utmost fervor, always foremost in every public charity or philanthropic act which was sounded abroad. In short, he was a man who possessed the esteem of all who knew him; and when once or twice strange reports had gone abroad concerning him, the source of which no one could explain, they had been indignantly refuted by his large circle of acquaintance, and for a time he had risen almost to the dignity of a martyr from that attempted persecution.

In the business world no man’s oredit stood higher. He was the head of one of the most in¬ fluential firms in the country, and his slightest word was considered equal to the bond of almost any common man.

This was the man whom young Hurst had encountered at the gambling house, and had he known by whom he had been watched, the desperate condition and daring character of the youth, he would scarcely have sat at that table with so much composure, dwelling only upon the sums which he had lost, for his reputation was dearer far to him than wealth or life itself.

While he sat there, a low knock sounded at the door, and in obedience to his summons a domestic entered the room, and paused before him with grave respect.

“What is it, Peters?” Mr. Lawrence asked, after a second’s silence, laying down his pen, and seeming to rouse himself from some important calculation.

“There is a gentleman below who wishes to speak with you, sir?”

“Did he give his name, Peters?”

“Mr. Hurst, sir.”

“Hurst? What can he want? Did you tell him that I was extremely occupied?”

“Yes, sir; but he said that he had just come from the counting-house, and wished to see you on some business of importance.”

“Show him up, Peters, and remember I am at home to no one else.”

The servant left the room, and Mr. Lawrence again took up his pen, but his hand shook so that he could not frame a letter, although his face looked cold and stern as before. The past night had left him strangely nervous; and simple as was the fact of his clerk calling upon him, he was startled at the sound of his name.

In a moment the servant again opened the door, and young Hurst entered with his usual air of careless composure.

Mr. Lawrence turned slowly round with his most dignified manner, and surveyed him from head to foot.

“Good morning, Mr. Hurst,” he said, with a proud blandness; “my servant said that you desired particularly to see me. Business from the office, I suppose?”

Hurst returned his glance without faltering, and replied with the familiar ease of an equal,

“Partially so, Mr. Lawrence, partially so.”

The rich man looked at him in astonishment. It was the first time one of his clerks had ever ventured to address him, except in a tone of the utmost respect, and he could not comprehend the singular assurance of this young man.

“I am very much occupied this morning,” he said, with pompous dignity; “let me hear your message at once.”

“I have none, sir,” replied Hurst, with the same unchanging assurance, “I always employ my servant in anything of that sort.”

“Mr. Hurst!” exclaimed the man of respectability, “what is the meaning of such language? and why have you intruded upon me this morning?”

“Ah, that is the bore of business; one never has a moment for himself or friends.”

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Jess came out of the house there was a group of her schoolmates—and not all of them boys—at the foot of the Whiffle Street hill. Being towed by Chet's big kite had become a game that all hands wanted to try. But the sun was getting warmer and the icy street would soon be slushy and the skates would cut through.

"I've had enough," said Bobby Hargrew, removing her skates when she spied Jess. "The policeman has warned us once, and he'll be mad next time he comes around if we're here still."

"Better get your skates, Jess, and try it just once," urged Chet Belding, who was very partial to his sister's closet chum.

"I can't, Chet," replied Jess. "I must do my Saturday's marketing."

"Hullo! here's Short and Long!" cried Bobby, as a very short boy with very brisk legs came sliding down the hill with a big bundle under his arm.


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52 Billy Long was an industrious youngster who only allowed himself leisure to keep up in athletics after school hours, because he liked to earn something toward his family's support.

"Stop and try a ride, Billy," urged Lance Darby, holding the cord of the tugging kite.

"Can't. Going on an errand."

"Hey, Billy! how's your dyspepsia?" demanded another of the boys.

Billy grinned. Bobby exclaimed:

"Now, don't tell me that Short and Long ever has trouble with his digestion—I won't believe it!"

"He sure had a bad case of it yesterday," drawled Chet Belding. "At least, so Mr. Sharp said. Billy spelled it with an 'i'."

"Let me use your knife a minute, please?" asked Bobby, who was still struggling with a refractory strap. "No! just toss it to me."

"That's all right," returned the small boy, with a grin, as he walked over and carefully handed Bobby the knife. "I don't take any chances with girls in throwing, or catching. All my sister can do is to throw a fit, or catch a cold!"

"Ow! isn't that a wicked statement?" cried Bobby. "You know it isn't so. But you're right down ignorant, Billy. You're just as bad


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 spake not friendly, when you said you did not know that same fallacy which you now confesse that you know very well.

The very confession of knowing it may assure you that I did not dissemble, when I said that I did not understand it; for if I had had a mind, and would dissemble, who could hinder me from continuing in the same simulation, and denying still that I understand the fallacy? I say therefore that I understood not the same, at that time, but that I do now at this present apprehend it, for that you have prompted my intellect, first by telling me resolutely that it is null, and then by beginning to question me so at large what thing that might be, whereby I might come to know the station and retrogradation of the Planets; and because this is known by comparing them with the fixed stars, in relation to which, they are seen to vary their motions, one while towards the West, and another towards the East, and sometimes to abide immoveable; and because there is not any thing above the Starry Sphere, immensely more remote from us, and visible unto us, wherewith we may compare our fixed stars, therefore we cannot discover in the fixed stars any foot-steps of what appeareth to us in the Planets. This I believe is the substance of that which you would force from me.

It is so, with the addition moreover of your admirable ingenuity; and if with half a word I did open your eyes, you by the like have remembred me that it is not altogether impossible, but that sometime or other something observable may be found amongst the fixed stars, by which it may be gathered wherein the annual conversion resides, so as that they also no lesse than the Planets and Sun it self, may appear in judgment to bear witnesse of that motion, in favour of the Earth; for I do not think that the stasstars [sic] are spread in a spherical superficies equally remote from a common centre, but hold, that their distances from us are so various, that some of them may be twice and thrice as remote as others; so that if with the Telescope one should observe a very small star neer to one of the bigger, and which therefore was very exceeding high, it might happen, that some sensible mutation might fall out between them, correspondent to that of the superiour Planets. And so much shall serve to have spoken at this time touching the stars placed in the Ecliptick. Let us now come to the fixed stars, placed out of the Ecliptick, and let us suppose a great circle erect upon [i. e. at right angles to] the Plane of the * same; and let it, for example, be a circle that in the Starry Sphere answers to the Solstitial Colure, and let us mark it CEH [in Fig. 8.] which shall happen to be withal a Meridian, and in it we will take a star without the Ecliptick, which let be E. Now this star will indeed vary its elevati-


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Rh as Postscript was in Gee Gee's class one day this week."

"Who's 'Postscript'?" demanded Lance. "That's a new one on me."

"Why," said Bobby, her black eyes twinkling, 'I mean Adeline Moore. That's a postscript, isn't it?"

"What happened to Addie?" asked Jess, as the others laughed.

"Why, she got befuddled in reciting something about an Indian uprising that came in our American History hour. It's all review stuff, you know.

What is it that you call an Indian woman, Adeline?' Gee Gee asked, real sharp.

"And Addie jumped, and stammered, and finally said:

A squaw, please, Miss Carrington.'

And what do you call her baby, then?' snapped Gee Gee.

A—a squawker,' says Addie, and the poor thing got a black mark for it. Wasn't that mean?"

"Miss Grace G. Carrington was in one of her moods," observed Chet, when the laugh had subsided.

"She's subject to moods," Lance drawled.

"No, she's not!" cried Bobby Hargrew.


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54 "She only had one mood—the imperative—and we girls are all subject to that," and she sighed, for Bobby was frequently in trouble with the very strict assistant principal of Central High whom she disrespectfully referred to as "Gee Gee."

Jess and her friend had left the others now and were approaching Market Street. Like everybody else on the walks, they had to be careful how they stepped, and it was with many a laugh and gibe that Bobby Hargrew beguiled the way. Jess, however, was serious once more.

"Are you really going in for that prize Mrs. Kerrick is going to put up for us?" demanded Bobby.

"Do you know what it's for?"

"No—I haven't heard that," said the younger girl. "But for two hundred dollars I'd learn tatting—or darn socks. Daddy says I ought to learn to darn his. What's it all about, anyway? I suppose Laura knows?"

"Yes. It's a play. The girl who writes the best one, that can be acted by us boys and girls of Central High, is to get the prize."

"Gee! won't that be nuts for Miss Gould?" cried Bobby. "You know, she tried us out in blank verse the other day, and I made a hit. My stately lines were spoken of with commen-


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 on upon the Earths motion; for from the Earth in A it shall be seen according to the ray AE, with the elevation of the angle EAC; but from the Earth placed in B, it shall be seen according to the ray BE, with the elevation of the angle EBC, bigger than the other EAC, that being extern, and this intern and opposite in the triangle EAB, the distance therefore of the star E from the Ecliptick, shall appear changed; and likewise its altitude in the Meridian shall become greater in the position B, than in the place A, according as the angle EBC exceeds the angle EAC, which excesse is the quantity of the angle AEB: For in the triangle EAB, the side AB being continued to C, the exteriour angle EBC (as being equal to the two interiour and opposite E and A) exceedeth the said angle A, by the quantity of the angle E. And if we should take another star in the same Meridian, more remote from the Ecliptick, as for instance the star H, the diversity in it shall be greater by being observed from the two stations A and B, according as the angle AHB is greater than the other E; which angle shall encrease continually according as the observed star shall be farther and farther from the Ecliptick, till that at last the greatest mutation will appear in that star that should be placed in the very Pole of the Ecliptick. As for a full understanding thereof we thus demonstrate. Suppose the diameter of the Grand Orb to be AB, whose centre [in the same Figure] is G, and let it be supposed to be continued out as far as the Starry Sphere in the points D and C, and from the centre G let there be erected the Axis of the Ecliptick GF, prolonged till it arrive at the said Sphere, in which a Meridian DFC is supposed to be described, that shall be perpendicular to the Plane of the Ecliptick; and in the arch FC any points H and E, are imagined to be taken, as places of fixed stars: Let the lines FA, FB, AH, HG, HB, AE, GE, BE, be conjoyned. And let the angle of difference, or, if you will, the Parallax of the star placed in the Pole F, be AFB, and let that of the star placed in H, be the angle AHB, and let that of the star in E, be the angle AEB. I say, that the angle of difference of the Polar star F, is the greatest, and that of the rest, those that are nearer to the greatest are bigger than the more remote; that is to say, that the angle F is bigger than the angle H, and this bigger than the angle E. Now about the triangle FAB, let us suppose a circle to be described. And because the angle F is acute, (by reason that its base AB is lesse than the diameter DC, of the semicircle DFC) it shall be placed in the greater portion of the circumscribed circle cut by the base AB. And because the said AB is divided in the midst, and at right angles by FG, the centre of the circumscri-


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Rh dation. And when she told us to bring in a rhyme, or poetry—whichever we had the courage to call it—I wanted to read mine out loud. But she wouldn't let me. She said she had not intended to start a school for humorous poets."

"What did you hand in?" asked Jess, smiling.

"Want to hear it?" cried Bobby, eagerly, digging into her pocket which—like a boy's—was always filled with a conglomeration of articles. "Listen here!" she added, drawing forth a crumpled paper. "This is called 'Such is Life' and really, I was hurt that Miss Gould considered it so lightly," and she began to read at once:

I'd have made more of it," added Bobby, "only Miss Gould didn't seem to care for that kind of poetry. And I suppose if I tried my hand at a play that I would be unable to hit the popular taste," and she sighed.


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56 "I guess they won't demand verse from us in this play," giggled Jess. "And that is most atrocious, Bobby."

"Think so?" returned her friend, her eyes twinkling. "And you'll do a whole lot better when it comes to writing your own play, I s'pose?"

"It won't be in verse—blank, or otherwise," admitted Jess.

"You really are going to try for it?"

"Why, Bobby, I'd love to win that two hundred dollars. I don't suppose I can. All the girls will try, I expect, and Laura, or Nell Agnew, will get it. But I want that two hundred dollars worse than I ever wanted anything in my life!"

She spoke so earnestly that Bobby was impressed. The latter glanced at her sidewise and a shrewd little smile hovered about her lips for a moment, which Jess did not observe.

"Where are you bound for, Jess?" she asked abruptly.

"Marketing."

"You trade at Heuffler's market, don't you? That's right around the corner from father's store. Why don't you ever patronize our place for groceries. I'm drumming up trade." said Bobby, grinning.


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 good iron ore is abundant in Japan; but this anomaly is caused by the difficulty of smelting good bar-iron out of the ores, which is not so with the extraction of lead out of galena. The latter process is much easier than the extracting copper out of copper pyrites or iron out of iron-minerals.

Lead glance occurs in the following Provinces of Japan:—

Although galena is the only lead mineral used in Japan for smelting lead, there are still some other compound ores to be found, of which the following occur in the largest quantity.

2.—, several varieties.

Jamessonit in long radiated, fibrous crystalline masses of a leaden-grey colour.

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Rh "I guess our trade wouldn't amount to much," said Jess, flushing a little.

Every little bit added to what you've got makes just a little bit more, quoted Bobby. "And let me tell you, Mr. Thomas Hargrew keeps first-class goods and only asks a fair profit."

Jess laughed; but she caught at the straw held out to her, too. She knew it would be useless to go to Mr. Closewick's, where they usually traded. Was it honest to try and obtain credit at another grocery?

"I am afraid your father wouldn't welcome me as a customer," said Jess, gravely. "Ours isn't always a cash trade. Mother's money comes so very irregular that we have to run a bill at the grocery and the market and other places."

"Come on and give us a sample order," urged Bobby. "Father will be glad to get another book account. Now, if you were running a store I'd patronize it! We Central High girls ought to work together—just like a lodge. Come on."

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58 at his desk in the corner. Bobby ran to him and whispered quickly:

"Here she is, Father. You remember what that Mrs. Brown said last night about old Closewick refusing her credit after her mother had traded there so long. And I am sure Jess is in trouble and needs help. Do wait on her, Father."

"If you say so, Bob," returned the big man, smiling down upon the girl who, he often said, "was as good as any boy." "You'll have to come into this store and share the business when you get older; and you might as well learn to judge customers now. And, if they need help"

He came out to Jess Morse immediately, smiling and bowing like the suave storekeeper he was.

"Glad to see you, Miss. What can we do for you this morning?"

"Why—why," stammered Jess, "Bobby urged me to come in; but, really, Mr. Hargrew, it seems like asking a big favor of you, for we have never traded here much."

"We are always glad to make a new connection," said the storekeeper.

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 bed circle shall be in the line FG, which let be the point I; and because that of such lines as are drawn from the point G, which is not the centre, unto the circumference of the circumscribed circle, the biggest is that which passeth by the centre, GF shall be bigger than any other that is drawn from the point G, to the circumference of the said circle; and therefore that circumference will cut the line GH (which is equal to the line GF) and cutting GH, it will also cut AH. Let it cut it in L, and conjoyn the line LB. These two angles, therefore, AFB and ALB shall be equal, as being in the same portion of the circle circumscribed. But ALB external, is bigger than the internal H; therefore the angle F is bigger than the angle H. And by the same method we might demonstrate the angle H to be bigger than the angle E, because that of the circle described about the triangle AHB, the centre is in the perpendicular GF, to which the line GH is nearer than the line GE, and therefore the circumference of it cutteth GE, and also AE, whereupon the proposition is manifest. We will conclude from hence, that the difference of appearance, (which with the proper term of art, we might call the Parallax of the fixed stars) is greater, or lesse, according as the Stars observed are more or lesse adjacent to the Pole of the Ecliptick, so that, in conclusion of those Stars that are in the Ecliptick it self, the said diversity is reduced to nothing. In the next place, as to the Earths accession by that motion to, or recession from the Stars, it appeareth to, and recedeth from those that are in the Ecliptick, the quantity of the whole diameter of the grand Orb, as we did see even now, but that accession or recession to, or from the stars about the Pole of the Ecliptick, is almost nothing; and in going to and from others, this difference groweth greater, according as they are neerer to the Ecliptick. We may, in the third place, know, that the said difference of Aspect groweth greater or lesser, according as the Star observed shall be neerer to us, or farther from us. For if we draw another Meridian, lesse distant from the Earth; as for example, this DFI [in Fig. 7.] a Star placed in F, and seen by the same ray AFE, the Earth being in A, would, in case it should be observed from the Earth in B, appear according to the ray BF, and would make the angle of difference, namely, BFA, bigger than the former AEB, being the exteriour angle of the triangle BFE.

With great delight, and also benefit have I heard your discourse; and that I may be certain, whether I have rightly understood the same, I shall give you the summe of the Conclusions in a few words. As I take it, you have explained to us the different appearances, that by means of the Earths annual mo-


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Rh "And that is what I have to do very frequently myself," interposed Mr. Hargrew, still smiling. "What is it you wish, Miss Morse? Your credit is good here, I assure you. You have brought the very best of reference—my daughter's. Now, what is the first article?"

Jess could have cried with relief! Somehow she felt that Bobby and her father must know of her need, yet not a word or sign from either betrayed that fact. And one would scarcely suspect harum-scarum Bobby Hargrew of engineering such a delicate bit of business.

Nevertheless, Jess was vastly encouraged by this incident. She went into the meat shop and purchased a small piece of lamb for over Sunday and Mr. Heuffler did not ask her for his bill. She hoped that "something would turn up" and watched the mails very eagerly, hoping that a fugitive check might come. But the postman never came near the little cottage at the elbow in Whiffle Street, all that day.


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 B.—Plagionit or Rosenit in granular aggregates or amorphous masses of a dark black grey colour.

J.—Hetermorphit or Antimony feather-ore in fibrous aggregates of a dark grey colour.

All these minerals contain lead, antimony and sulphur as chief elements; often some iron and other impurities. They seem to he found at very many places in Japan. We received samples from Higo: Ohobata; Higo: Hitoyashi; the island of Amakusa; Hiüga and Satsuma. These ores have no practical value, because it is too difficult to separate the lead from the antimony by melting, and also because lend and antimony are found in better minerals, as galena and antimony glance.

The galena is first separated by mechanical treatment from the foreign stones, afterwards coarsely powdered and heated in a globular loamy furnace, the interior sides of which are covered with a layer of fine proof clay. The bottom of this furnace inclines conically, so that the smelted metal runs to the point in the midst and can be received there. The tubes of two bellows reach through opposite openings in the side of the furnace. Wood is used as fuel. When the galena is fused, it is converted by the air of the bellows, partly into sulphate of lead and partly into lead metal, whilst a portion of the sulphur escapes together with the products of combustion, as sulphurous acid. Immediately afterwards this portion of metallic lead acquires oxygen and is thus converted into oxide of lead. Another portion of the galena remains unaltered. After this roasting process the second operation commences. A fresh supply of fuel is thrown into the furnace causing a greater heat in order to convert both the sulphate of lead and the sulphide of lead into metallic lead and sulphurous acid. The fluid metal is then collected into the receiver and cooled. The lead thus obtained is very impure and contains still a large amount of oxide of lead and some sulphide of lead. It is smelted therefore again in a smaller furnace with some charcoal, in order to reduce the oxide of lead. The

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“We have wandered from our subject, Michael, let us return to your affairs. Tell me how it happens that you are again in difficulty—I wish to know all.”

“I do not see why I should account to any human being for my actions.”

‘Then why have you come tome for counsel?”

“Because you have told me that you were my friend, because you have taught me to consider you as one to whom I could come with every trouble, every pain ”

“Then at least do not insult me!”

“It is I who am insulted by your doubts and suspicions,” he replied, his passion again mastering his prudence.

“You certainly give me every reason for them by your reckless conduct Stop, Michael!” she continued, in a warning voice, as he was about to answer more insolently than before. “I will not suffer you again to address me in such language, more from the injury which this giving way to violent anger upon the slightest occasion causes you, than from any effect your words can have upon my feelings.”

“I will leave you, madam, if my presence is so distasteful to you.”

“Do not go away with such feelings, Michael; I have faith enough in your goodness of heart to believe that you would repent having left me thus.”

“It is useless for me to remain here—you have lost all interest in me—there is nothing left me now.”

“I have not lost it, Michael, but I confess that your conduct is rapidly wearing away my for¬ bearance. I have borne much from you for rea¬ sons of which you knew nothing; but even that desire to keep faithfully a promise made long years since, will not induce me to compromise my own dignity and self-respect.”

“Mine are not to be considered; I am to submit to disgrace, and bear it with calmness—I tell yon I will not do it! I must have a certain sum of money before night, and by some means have it I will.”

“It is out of my power to assist you today, even if I were so inclined; your needs cannot be so urgent that a few days delay will be more than a trifling inconvenience ”

“Surely I must be the best judge of that! < Have the money to-day I will.” $ CHAPTER VII.

“Then you must seek assistance elsewhere, for I have none to offer.”

“Good morning, madam!” he exclaimed, rising and hastening toward the door. He paused with his hand upon the knob, thinking that she would call him back, as she had often done before when he left in moments of anger: but the lady made no sign. She was leaning back in her chair with a sort of stony composure, which at times came over her, and did not even raise her eyes.

Hurst muttered an oath and dashed out of the room, closing the door violently behind him. When he had gained the street, he drew from his vest the card which he had secreted, and looked again at the name.

“Gillian Bentley,” he said, almost aloud. “Yes, yes, I know the name, I see my way clearer now—it is a plot worthy of Machiavelli! Many thanks for that little scene at the gamb- ling house last night; the money was well lost which was the means of my making the discovery.”

He sauntered carelessly down the street, greet- ing any chance acquaintance with a pleasant smile or word, seemingly unoccupied beyond the idle thoughts of the moment, so frank and happy- looking, that it appeared impossible it could be the same face which an hour before had been dark with evil passions.

Mrs. Ransom remained sitting where Hurst had left her. What a world of unquiet memo- ries surged over her face during that season of self-communion! One might have half understood her whole life by looking at her then; she usually so calm and gentle, full of tender sympathies for others, searching the bright side of life and turning resolutely away from the gloom, now so wan and spent beneath those harrowing reflections, which started up before her like mournful shapes that had, for a time, been hidden, but now forced themselves out of the mist of the past and intruded themselves upon her.

Once she raised her eyes to the portrait, murmuring,

“This is hard, hard to bear—give me strength, for I am without strength and without hope.”

So the day wore on in Julia Ransom’s solitude, and amid all the friends that her genius had raised up for her, there was not one with power to comfort her during that sad hour; and she whose beautiful creations had brought so much happiness to others, was unable to find in her own grand soul a single gleam of consolation for that irretrievable woe.

CHAPTER VII.

The room seemed to have been fitted up as a library, for the walls were filled with book-case and the tables covered with richly bound volumes and pamphlets; still it was evidently the common working room of a business man, for near one of the windows was a long writing table surmounted


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weakness. I have nothing to complain of except the smallness of my means.”

“Certainly, Michael, you have had no lack of money during the past year; I was quite startled yesterday at recalling the amount of your ex> penditures.”

“You do not expect a young man to live like a hermit, I suppose,” Hurst said, impertinently.

“Perhaps not; but I expect him to be just to himself and to those who feel an interest in him.”

“I know of no one who has any in me.”

“You are angry, Michael, and therefore 1 excuse your injustice.”

“I am not angry, Mrs. Ransom, but I do not choose to be treated like a child, to have every wish thwarted, to be told that I have no right to enjoy life like others of my age.”

“You have no right to allow yourself to be drawn into extravagances, the demands of which it is out of your power to meet; no man has any right to do that.”

“You have told me all this, madam, many times.”

“Do not fear, Michael, that I shall repeat it. I have tried to be a good friend to you; I have bad an interest in you for which you could never account, and surely when I see you leading a life that I know to be wrong, I have at least a right to expostulate.”

“I will allow no one to play the tyrant over me—my actions shall be free.”

A withering retort trembled on Mrs. Ransom’s lips, but she checked it, she could not find it in her heart to reproach any one with her bounty, and she knew well that Hurst’s only hope was in her.

“That is childish,” she said, after a moment’s pause; “a few years since such language could be tolerated, but you have grown too old now for it to be excusable.”

Hurst struggled for self-command. At that moment he fairly hated the woman who had been his benefactress. Ho had that weak, false pride which made him rebel against receiving a favor, although he never hesitated to aooopt it, nay, even to claim it as his right.

“ Tell me what brought you here this morning, Michael?” Mrs. Ransom said, more kindly; “you came on business—what was its nature?”

“I want money,” he said, sullenly, “and I must have it from some source.”

“More money? Have you forgotten how few weeks have elapsed since your debts were paid, and a large amount beyond placed in your hands?”

“Remind me of all I owe you!” he exclaimed,

jj with reckless bitterness; “make me feel wholly £ base and degraded—I am at your mercy.”

\ “Indeed I did not mean that; were you my j> own son I should say to you what I am now $ doing.”

v “Can you procure me the money I need?” he s asked, bluntly.

\ “I shall give you none at present. If you ^ have wasted the sum I put in your hands, not a I month since, on condition that you would con- $ duct yourself very differently, I cannot help it— ^ I am powerless to aid you at present.” j “That means you will not!” he cried, angrily.

“This is your boasted kindness; this is a proof of the interest you profess for me.”

I “You are rapidly wearing out all such feel¬ ings, Michael. Have a care! You, with no op¬ position, will listen to no counsel. Before long I shall cease to offer any; but when that time comes 1 shall have lost all interest in you.” “Let it come,” he replied, defiantly, lifting his head and looking boldly in her face, while his eyes grew black and inflamed with anger, “Let it come! I want to feel that I am entirely alone in the world—no resource—no friend. Go on, Mrs. Ransom.”

“Oh! boy, boy, how you wrong yourself and me! Have I deserved this?”

“Mrs. Ransom, I have no time to trifle; I must have money, my honor depends on that.” “You have been gambling again! No, Michael,

I will not aid you. Six months ago I told you that I would never pay another gaming debt, and I will not.”

“Then let me go, I must find it elsewhere!” “Stop! Michael, you shall not leave this house in a mood like that! You must listen to me—I have a right to demand it.”

“What right, madam? I admit no right that any one has over me.”

“I might reply very bitterly, young man; it is not for your sake that I refrain! Still I have a right—my affection for you has given it to me; no parent ever watched over a son more faith- fully than I have done over you.”

“Who were my parents?” he asked, abruptly; “where are they? why have I been left all my life to the mercy of strangers ?”

Mrs. Ransom made no answer. In her ex- citement she had risen from her seat, and was standing directly before him. A strange pallor, which in moments of intense feeling troubled her face, swept over it then; her large, grey eyes, not beautiful at ordinary times, grew bright and dark, while her white lips parted in a vain at- tempt to speak. Hurst was startled by her ap- pearance; even through his reckless anger he


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MRS. ANN

S. STEPHENS.

[Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1850, by Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York.]

CONTINUED FROM FAOI 805.

CHAPTER VI.

As Mrs. Ransom entered the room with young Hurst, a faint shudder passed oyer her as if it was repulsive to find herself again in his pre¬ sence.

Then her face softened as she looked toward him; some tender memory was evidently struggling at her heart, which, for a moment, asserted its supremacy over the displeasure which his appearance had at first caused her.

“Michael,” she said, softly.

He turned toward her, and she made a move¬ ment to lay her hand caressingly upon his shoulder; but, looking in his face, she met the same smile which had so irritated her when she saw the young girl blushing beneath it.

“Did you speak?” he asked.

“It is nothing,” she replied, abruptly; “I had forgotten that it was you.”

“What a charming little dove that was I frightened away,” he said. “I felt quite guilty at having startled her so.”

Again Mrs. Ransom’s face darkened with stern displeasure, and she replied coldly,

“I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, the young lady desired to see me alone.”

“A thousand apologies for the intrusion, dear madam,” he returned, with easy assurance, “but it never occurred to my mind that such a command could apply to me.”

“I should prefer to think that some urgent business made you so unceremonious,” said Mrs. Ransom, with severity. “Certainly the indulgence and kindness which I have shown you, would be a poor reason for presuming to disobey my wishes.”

Hurst bit his lip to keep back the angry retort which her words suggested. He knew her varying moods, and saw that she would permit neither trifling nor impertinence: and as he had a favor to ask, he could not venture to irritate her.

“Forgive me, dear lady,” he said, taking her hand respectfully and pressing it to his lips. “I believe I am a rather spoiled child, but you know well that for the world I would not offend you.”

Mrs. Ransom quietly withdrew her hand, and the displeasure in her countenance gave way to an expression of sad thoughtfulness. She motioned the young man to be seated, and sank back in her own easy-chair, leaning her head upon her hand, while her eyes fastened themselves on the picture over the mantle-piece, as earnestly as if she were asking counsel of the face that looked so kindly down upon her. She seemed to have forgotten the young man’s presence, and when he ventured at last to break the silence, looked wonderingly around as if surprised to find that she was not alone.

“Pray where did that little fairy spring from, Mrs. Ransom? I do not remember having seen her here before.”

“It is the first time she has ever visited me.”

“I hope, at least, it will not be the last, for certainly she is one of the loveliest creatures I ever saw.”

Mrs. Ransom looked annoyed; her foot began to tap the footstool impatiently, a habit she had when irritated or thoughtful.

“It is not probable that she will come again,” she said.

“Then you do not know her?”

“I do not. She came, as many young girls do, from a desire to see a literary woman.”

“But at least you know her name?”

^ “Really, Michael, your curiosity seems won- i derfully excited. Might I be envious in turn, ? and ask what brings you here, this morning?”

\ with a gay laugh; “but to tell you the truth, the $ sight of so much loveliness has quite driven it
 * “I had some business, I believe,” he replied,

I out of my head.”

“ Then you will not think me rude if I go on ^ writing, while you try to recall your errand?”

$ “I see you are determined not to gratify what $ you are pleased to style my curiosity concerning
 * your visitor.”

£ “I am quite unable to imagine how you can $ be in the slightest degree interested in a perfect $ stranger, Michael.”

s “Do you think any man would not be bewil- i dered by the sight of an angel?”


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was a rustle of expectancy—upon the girls' side, at least—at Assembly on Monday morning. Rumors of the prize offered for the best play written by a girl of Central High had aroused great interest and the school eagerly awaited Mr. Sharp's brief remarks regarding it.

"It is not our wish," said the principal, in the course of his speech, "to restrict the contestants in their choice of subjects, or in methods of treatment. The play may be pure comedy, comedy-drama, tragedy—even farce—or melodrama. Miss Gould will confine her lectures this week in English to the discussion of plays and play-making. Candidates for fame—and for Mrs. Kerrick's very handsome prize—may learn much if they will faithfully attend Miss Gould's classes. And, of course, it is understood that there must be no neglect of the regular school work by those striving for the laurel of the playwright.

"I doubt if we have any budding female