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new remembrance of the ghostly figures in the Bells; some faint impression of the ringing of the Chimes; some giddy consciousness of having seen the swarm of phantoms reproduced and reproduced until the recollection of them lost itself in the confusion of their numbers; some hurried knowledge, how conveyed to him he knew not, that more years had passed; and Trotty, with the Spirit of the child attending him, stood looking on at mortal company.

Fat company, rosy-cheeked company, comfortable company. They were but two, but they were red enough for ten. They sat before a bright fire, with a small low table between them; and unless the fragrance of hot tea and muffins lingered longer in that room than in most others, the table had seen service very lately. But all the cups and saucers being clean, and in their proper places in the corner-cupboard; and the brass toasting-fork I

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 The Board thereafter reconsidered the matter, vacated its original order and adopted “not only the findings, but also the conclusions and recommendations of the Trial Examiner”. The proceedings are now before us on the petition of the employer to review the action of the Board in determining that the employer had discharged the employees in question because of their opposition to the union’s leadership. As we held in our prior opinjon and as we reiterate from our own current second examination of the record, the Board’s findings in that regard are supported by substantial evidence on the whole case. That part of the Board’s order concerning back pay, including the interest allowed, is well within its discretion.

The petition for review will be denied. The order of the Board will be enforced in full. A proposed decree may be submitted by the Board.

Hymen Schwartz, Philadelphia, Pa. (Gerber & Galfand, Philadelphia, Pa., on the brief), for petitioners.

Frank Gregory, Washington, D. C. (James McI. Henderson, Gen. Counsel, J. B. Truly, Asst. Gen. Counsel, Gerald Harwood, Washington, D. C., on the brief), for respondent.

Before McLAUGHLIN, HASTIE and FREEDMAN, Circuit Judges.

PER CURIAM.

In this proceeding the Federal Trade Commission charged petitioners with unfair and deceptive acts and practices and unfair methods of competition in commerce in violation of Section 5 of the Federal Trade Commission Act by misrepresenting the selling terms, financing, service and guarantees for new and used television sets sold by them. The evidence was stipulated by the parties. That stipulation plus an addendum thereto and twenty-one Commission exhibits and the pleadings substantially constituted the record. From the record the Hearing Examiner made exhaustive Findings of Fact. From those Findings the Examiner concluded:

“The aforesaid acts and practices of respondents as herein alleged, were and are all to the prejudice and injury of the public and of respondents’ competitors and constituted,

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Rh served the thin and the thick, [the bad and the good,] of the age, and according to the times established his teaching. In every age he was the imperial teacher, and formed the laws, which at once either reached to the ninth heavens, or were extended to the four seas. From the time of the three kings, and down through succeeding ages to the time of the king Ti, all submitted to him.

Thus it is known that above and below the heavens, Sao-kiun [the venerable prince] formed all the energies of Tao. He promulgated ten thousand times ten thousand laws, and there was none who did not obtain his salvation and deliverance: yet mankind do not advert to what they daily use.

Sai-tsi, [the venerable sage,] said, "I was born before there was any appearance; I arose before the first; I acted at the origin of simple unfashioned matter; I was present at the opening of the obscure mass; and moved in the midst of the expanse; I went out and in at the doors of the utmost bounds of space." Hence Ko-hiuen in his preface to the


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 Rh The dress of the New Yorker is correspondingly gay. In the other provinces the men wear nothing but plain suits of a rusty black, whereas in New York there are frequently seen suits of brown, snuff-colour and even of pepper-and-salt. The costumes of the New York women are equally daring, and differ notably form the quiet dress of New England.” [sic]

“In fine, it is commonly said in the provinces that a New Yorker can be recognized anywhere, with his wife, by their modish costumes, their easy manners and their willingness to spend money—two, three and even five cents being paid for the smallest service.”

“Dear me,” I thought, as I paused for a moment in my reading, “so they had begun it even then.”

“The whole spirit of the place”—the account continued—“has recently been admirably embodied in literary form by an American writer, Mr. Washington Irving (not to be confounded with George Washington). His creation of Father Knickerbocker is so lifelike that it may be said to embody the very spirit of New York. The accompanying woodcut—which was drawn on wood especially for this periodical—recalls at once the delightful figure of Father Knickerbocker. The New Yorkers of to-day are accustomed, indeed, to laugh at Mr. Irving’s fancy and to say that

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No. 759.—Carriage Costume and Toilette d’Interieur.—Hat of pink, poux de soie, covered and trimmed with crêpe lisse. The hat is not large, but even more évasée than we have yet noticed, the front being so much thrown up that nearly the entire of the top of the head is visible (see plate); there is a double border round the edge, the outer one crêpe lisse, the inner poux de soie, and the front of the bonnet is rounded at one side and square at the other. The crown is by no means high, and is rather smaller than usual at top. The trimming is of crêpe lisse, two long strips cut the crossway and twisted go across the front (see plate) and from the brides (strings); a similar piece goes along the top of the bavolet; a bunch of roses placed in a drooping position is put quite at the left side of the hat. Dress of white cashmere, merinos blanc, or white muslin (according to the season), corsage low. The skirt is ornamented with five flounces, each little more than a finger in depth, and edged with a liséré or piping; the lower flounce covers the hem at the bottom of the dress, and the remaining four are placed close, one above the other, and are put on rather plain. Green velvet spencer; this new-fashioned spencer is


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 Rh Knickerbocker belongs to a day long since past. Yet those who know tell us that the image of the amiable old gentleman, kindly but irascible, generous and yet frugal, loving his town and seeing little beyond it, may be held once and for all to typify the spirit of the place, without reference to any particular time or generation.”

“Father Knickerbocker!” I murmured, as I felt myself dozing off to sleep, rocked by the motion of the car. “Father Knickerbocker, how strange if he could be here again and see the great city as we know it now! How different from his day! How I should love to go round New York and show it to him as it is.”

So I mused and dozed till the very rumble of the wheels seemed to piece together in little snatches. “Father Knickerbocker—Father Knickerbocker—the Battery—the Battery—the citizens walking with their wives, with their wives—their own wives”—until presently, I imagine, I must have fallen asleep altogether and knew no more till my journey was over and I found myself among the roar and bustle of the concourse of the Grand Central.

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 Rh miracle—let those explain it who deal in such things—but there he stood before me, with an outstretched hand and a smile of greeting, Father Knickerbocker himself, the Embodied Spirit of New York.

“How strange,” I said. “I was just reading about you in a book on the train and imagining how much I should like actually to meet you and to show you round New York.”

The old man laughed in a jaunty way.

“Show me round?” he said. “Why, my dear boy, I live here.”

“I know you did long ago,” I said.

“I do still,” said Father Knickerbocker. “I’ve never left the place. I’ll show you around. But wait a bit—don’t carry that handbag. I’ll get a boy to call a porter to fetch a man to take it.”

“Oh, I can carry it,” I said. “It’s a mere nothing.”

“My dear fellow,” said Father Knickerbocker, a little testily I thought, “I’m as democratic and as plain and simple as any man in this city. But when it comes to carrying a handbag in full sight of all this crowd, why, as I said to Peter Stuyvesant about—about”—here a misty look seemed to come over the old gentleman’s face—“about two hundred years ago, I’ll be hanged if I will. It can’t be done. It’s not up to date.”

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60 Tao-te says, "Sao-tsi was self existent; produced before the state of absolute nothingness; and arose to be before there was any cause. He superintends the beginning of the heavens and the earths, including more than can uttered or written."

It is further said, that the people of the world report, that Sao-tsi descended during the age of Yin. since the title Sao-tsi began, innumerable creations and annihilations have passed; it began in ages extremely distant, remote in the utmost possible degree. Before spreading abroad the heavens and the earth, he descended as the imperial teacher, and for age after age did not discontinue. Man cannot know him.

It appears in the records of Sao-tsi, that from before opening the heavens and earth, down to the time of king Tang, in the dynasty Yin, for successive generations, he was the imperial teacher; and transforming his person, he descended to the world.

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electricity may be considered as the cause of this phænomenon, we could not determine with any precision; so much however seems certain, that it has some connection with it, from the flash of lightning, which was plainly observed at the bursting of the last column. The whole time, from their first appearance to the dissolution of the last, was about three quarters of an hour. It was five o'clock when the latter happened, and the thermometer then stood at 54° or 2½ degrees lower, than when they began to make their appearance. The depth of water we had under us was thirty-six fathom. The place we were in was analogous to most places where water-spouts have been observed, inasmuch as it was in a narrow sea or strait. Dr. Shaw and Thevenot saw them in the Mediterranean and Persian Gulph; and they are common in the West-Indies, the Straits of Malacca, and the Chinese sea. Upon the whole, we were not fortunate enough to make any remarkable discoveries in regard to this phænomenon; all our observations only tend to confirm the facts already noticed by others, and which are so largely commented upon by the learned Dr. Benjamin Franklin, F.R.S. His ingenious hypothesis, that whirlwinds and water-spouts have a common origin, has not been invalidated by our observations. We refer our philosophical readers to his papers, as containing the most complete and satisfactory account of water-spouts.


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408 there were no canons of general obligation later than those of Chalcedon. Accordingly at the end of 691 a synod was held in the Domed Hall for the purpose of making canons only. This synod, generally known as the Trullan from its place of meeting, or the Quinisext because it completed the task of the fifth and sixth synods, called itself oecumenical: it was attended by the patriarchs Paul of Constantinople (Jan. 688-Aug. 694) and George of Antioch, and titular patriarchs of Alexandria and Jerusalem; and, though the papal legates did not formally take part in it, Basil of Gortyna claimed to represent the Roman Church. The assembly drew up a list of existing canons which were to be held binding, regularised the practice that had grown up with regard to the Eastern patriarchates by enacting that a bishop should suffer no detriment because he was prevented by barbarian incursions from going to his see, laid down rules dealing with the monastic life, the receiving of the eucharist, and the taking of orders, and condemned some surviving heathen observances and some practices prevailing in outlying parts of the Empire such as Armenia and Africa. If it had done no more, little would have been heard of it; but in the following points it offended the Church of Rome. It accepted all the apostolic canons, whereas the Roman Church received fifty only, and it laid special stress on the sixty-fifth, which forbade the Roman practice of fasting on Saturdays in Lent; following Acts xv. 29, it forbade the eating of flesh that contained blood; it forbade the representation of Christ as a lamb in pictures; above all it gave the patriarch of Constantinople equal rights with the pope, and in regard to the question of clerical celibacy, on which the Eastern and Western customs differed, it not only condemned the practice of compelling men to separate from their wives on taking higher orders, but declared such separation, except under special circumstances, to be unlawful. On the other hand it condemned marriage after ordination to the sub-diaconate and forbade the ordination of men who had been married twice. These regulations were described as a compromise; but in reality they differed little from a confirmation of the Eastern practice, with a prohibition of irregularities. Papal legates were present in Constantinople, and were afterwards induced to sign the Acts; but Pope Sergius disowned them, and, when urged to sign himself, refused. Justinian at last ordered him to be arrested and brought to Constantinople; but the army of Italy supported the pope, and it was only by his intercession that the imperial commissioner escaped with his life (695).

At the beginning of his reign Justinian was necessarily in the hands of others; and, as he afterwards devoted his restless energies almost entirely to foreign and ecclesiastical affairs, the civil administration continued to be conducted by ministers who, as is natural in men who know that their power is precarious, had little scruple about the means adopted to extort money. Of these the most obnoxious were the two finance-ministers, the treasurer, Stephen, a Persian eunuch, who is said to have


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749-753] to the Romans, the countrymen of his wife Tassia. He evidently strove to lessen the disparity between Romans and Lombards. Nevertheless he saw himself compelled to invade the imperial Pentapolis and besiege Perusia. But when he desisted from this blockade upon the pope's personal intervention, the Lombards gave vent to their indignation over their king's romanising policy. The nobles raised Aistulf, the king's brave and fierce brother, upon the buckler at Milan (June 749); Ratchis was forced to abdicate, went to St Peter's on pilgrimage, was accepted as a monk by the pope, and retired to Monte Cassino.

Aistulf immediately took up again with the greatest energy Liutprand's conquering policy. The donations which Ratchis had made before Aistulf's elevation were annulled, intercourse with Romans was forbidden, commerce with a foreign country keenly watched, the frontier well guarded, and military duty regulated on the basis of the new social structure. The important towns of Comacchio and Ferrara were occupied and the Lombard king gave forth a charter as early as 7 July 751 in the palace of Ravenna, which the last exarch, Eutychius, was said to have surrendered. The north of Italy was now entirely in the hands of the Lombards, except the district of the Lagoons and the towns of Istria. Aistulf turned to central Italy, where Duke Lupus had died, and took into his own hands the government of Spoleto, the key-city of Rome. His next assault was of course directed to Rome. He stood before the walls of Rome in June 752 and received a papal embassy; it is alleged that he promised peace for forty years but broke the armistice after four months. His conditions were very hard: tribute paid by the inhabitants of the ducatus Romae and acknowledgment of his sovereignty. He ordered the abbots of Monte Cassino and St Vincenzo, who had appeared as the pope's envoys before him, to follow his commands as Lombard subjects, and return to their monasteries without entering Rome. The Emperor's embassy, which was conducted to Ravenna by the pope's brother, only so far succeeded that Aistulf sent an envoy to Constantinople with proposals that seemed unacceptable, at least to the pope. But the two envoys returned to Italy without having effected their object, while the Lombards had taken the castle of Ceccano, which belonged to the Church. Now Pope Stephen obtained a safe conduct and at the Emperor's command marched himself to Aistulf's court at Pavia (autumn 753). The king sent to meet him with orders not to venture a word about restoring the conquered territory. But the pope was not to be deterred, and fervently entreated the king to fulfil the conditions contained in a letter which an imperial envoy had brought. But it was in vain. Then the Frankish ambassadors, who had accompanied the pope, intervened and required Aistulf to let the pope go to Gaul. When the pope, at his next audience, declared that it was actually his intention to cross the Alps, Aistulf, it is said, roared with rage like a wild beast. But after vain endeavours to change


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214 end of 741, gave up his predecessor's Spoletan policy in consequence, and offered to the king the help of the Roman army against Spoleto, on condition of his promise to restore the four castles. Attacked on two sides (742) Transamund surrendered to the king; then the latter advanced against Benevento, and as Godescalc abandoned his own country and was surrendered before he reached the ship destined to bring him to Constantinople, the king gave back his ancestral duchy to Gisulf who had by now grown up and was faithfully devoted to him. But after he had brought all difficulties in South Italy to an end the pope himself overtook him on his way back in his camp at Terni, reminding him of his promise. The Catholic king received the pope with all customary marks of reverence, and gave him the desired charter concerning the restoration of the four towns. After this several nobles escorted the pope on his return journey, and handed over to him the keys of the surrendered towns, and the parts of the patrimony which had been conquered were also restored to him. In exchange for this the pope concluded an armistice with the king for twenty years in the name of the ducatus Romae. In this way the king meant to eliminate one enemy, in order to concentrate all his forces against the other part of the Roman dominion. After having appointed his nephew Agripand duke of Spoleto, he crossed the Apennines and sent his army against Ravenna at the beginning of the following year (743). The exarch and the archbishop of Ravenna in their desperation begged for the pope's intervention, and the latter actually came to meet the king at Pavia, by way of Ravenna. The king condescended to conclude an armistice, occupying the castles of Caesena and part of the territory of Ravenna meanwhile as a pledge, until the embassy he sent to Constantinople should have concluded a definite peace. We do not know Liutprand's real motives for giving up the attack; but it seems possible that changes of foreign politics, especially with the Franks, as well as sympathy with the Romans within the Lombard realm, nourished by the bishops, joined with personal motives to cause his compliance. Though he had not attained his aim when he died at the beginning of the year 744, he had brought the Lombard State's power to a height which it had never before attained.

Liutprand's former co-regent Hildeprand followed him on the throne, but was not acknowledged everywhere. Transamund returned to Spoleto. Ratchis of Friuli was proclaimed king and Hildeprand dethroned after eight months' monarchy. The imperialists greeted the elevation of Ratchis with joy, and the new king actually concluded peace with Rome for twenty years. In Spoleto he asserted his authority, and Transamund was replaced by a new duke, Lupus. We may judge by the severity of his orders concerning passports, and by his rules against riot that Ratchis was prepared to meet dangers from within and without, and so he tried to increase his party by ample distributions of land to the Church, and


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336 THE MESSENGER OF LOVE.

of Gerald's perpetual care for my pleasure and amusement, and at the idea of this little white messenger flying between us ; but pride at the recollection of Gerald's abrupt departure at the beech-tree closed my lips. I said a few unsatisfactory words of thanks and bent over my new treasure, pressing my lips repeatedly to its glossy head.

"Madge," said my lover, " cross over with me to clematis -gate. Your mother has, probably, many charges to give you before she goes, so I will not further occupy your attention.”

"Oh, no!" I began; but checked myself to remember that never before had Gerald parted from me so soon. I surely could not stoop to intreat.

The clematis-gate was at the further end of a winding path, which led through a thicket of evergreens to a fanciful rustic gate which formed one of the exits from my father's estate. The hemlocks, young cedars, and larches, which bordered the path were overgrown with a tangled web of clinging roses and white clematis, which in the soft summer air of that afternoon poured out all their golden perfume, never too rich or too heavy for me.

Gerald and I walked silently and soberly along. The sweet scent of the jasmines, the little bird resting so quietly in my arms—a thousand dear recollections brought to me by every turn of that path, all conspired to soften my bitter and resentful feelings. I was just about to make a timid little overture for peace when Gerald spoke,

"Madge," he said, "you have chosen, why I do not know, to show me such lightness of manner, and such entire disregard to my feelings, that I have come to the conclusion that I have, perhaps, made myself unwelcome by my frequent presence, and that it will, therefore, be more agreeable to you if I stay away until next week, in which interval you may discover that I am not as agreeable to you as you would wish your future husband to be."

At this speech my hesitating repentance fled away; grief and anger struggled so in my heart that I could not trust my voice for a moment. When I spoke, it was proudly.

"Stay as long as you think proper, Mr. Livingstone, I will never be the one to recall you."

We stopped at the rustic gate. I leaned upon it, heedlessly crushing the clustering clematis flowers, stroking and smoothing my pigeon diligently. Gerald looked at me steadily for a few minutes, then, bending over me, he whispered passionately,

"Madge, my own Madge, you know that I love you deeply. Madge, tell me that you love me, do not part from me so coldly. With that averted head and those proud lips, give me one kiss, my darling Madge.”

I made no reply. Gerald, with flashing eyes, vaulted over the low gate, and was out of sight directly. The spirit of evil had regained complete possession of me, and as I leaned, like Sir Launcelot,

"Half in disgust at life, love, all things,"

I heard the rustling of a silk dress, and there stood by my side a slight, little woman. The white cap drawn closely around the pale face, heavy mourning garments draping her form, told the tale of widowhood but too plainly. Her eyes were rather remarkable, black, and the whites strongly tinged with blue-eyes which were always raised to you imploringly, though their owner did hot speak to give words to their petition; but there was a certain look in those beseeching eyes not altogether pleasant to see, which came across them from time to time, a look of despair, which changed to one of brooding purpose; but if you did not like the eyes, you could not help being interested in the air of deep, unconquerable sadness which pervaded her whole demeanor. This was Madame Bassigny, who had been a school-mate of mine for many years. She was a Creole, and whilst a mere school- girl, had been passionately attached to a French gentleman, whom she had known at ber home in New Orleans. He was much her senior, and from all I could hear, of a most cold, forbidding temper, but this seemed to attract all the more strongly the ardent, impulsive nature of the Southern girl. Cecile Herron was very wealthy, and I strongly suspected that pleasure-loving, selfish Monsieur Bassigny was willing, for the sake of her tempting thousands, to accept the heart of Cecile, and feign a preference which he never felt. However it was, Cecile's married life had been anything but well-ordered; and she awoke from her happy dream to find herself wretched beyond measure, in being united to a man who not only treated her with absolute neglect, but stooped to render her still more unhappy by a system of petty persecutions. Added to this, her unfortunate love still clung to her despite all. When Monsieur Bassigny was suddenly killed in an affair of honor, Cecile fell into a settled melancholy. I was in New Orleans at the time, and insisted upon bringing my poor friend home with me, hoping that entire change of scene would make Cecile what my dear school companion had been. Her habits had not endeared her in the least to my family. She would wander alone for

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THE MESSENGER OF LOVE. 337 hours in the shrubbery and groves at Gresham; and she;took no pains to conceal that I was the only one of the whole household with whom she cared to exchange a word. To me she clung with a fondness which touched me to the heart, and I was always ready to defend her against the depreciating comments of my mother and father, which irritated me beyond measure, though I could not but acknowledge to myself that they were sometimes too well merited.

“Madge,” said Cecile, in her sad voice, has your lover gone?”

“Yes,” I answered very decidedly; ‘and I must return to the house immediately to say farewell to papa and mamma.”

Cecile gazed at me, and said,

“Yes, yes, you must, by all means, bid them adieu this evening.”

“Won’t you go with me, Cecile?”

She shook her head, and knowing her habits, I did not urge her, but returned slowly home.

My first act was to run up stairs to my own room, and place my carrier pigeon in a pretty canary cage, tenantless. since the death of Christy, a former favorite. My spirits had returned. I thought that Gerald would certainly relent, return in the morning as usual, and all would be well. I had no warning of the fearful ordeal which was to bring me to bitter repentance of my incessant trifling with Gerald’s devoted love. I laid my cheek caressingly against the bars of the cage and talked to my bird.

“What name shall I call you, pretty creature? What word will tell your pure whiteness and gentle loveliness! Shall I call you Cloud? Shall I call you Flight? I will give you the Norwegian name for snow-flake—Sneeflocken.”

Suddenly mindful of my mother’s approaching departure, I hurried down stairs.

“Madge,” said my mother, “I have been looking over the lawn for you. Come into the library for a few moments, I wish to speak to you alone.”

I followed her.

“My dear child,” she said, with an anxious face, ‘I do not like the idea of going off in this hurried manner, and leaving you alone so unprotected; your father thinks you had better put a few things together and come with us, Your grandmother’s sudden indisposition and desire for our presence will scarcely keep us more than two days.”

“Oh! not for the world, mamma! I am not in the least afraid; there is Cecile, you know, for company.”

“Cecilia, indeed,” muttered my father, who had come in after mamma. “A crazy French-woman—much good she will do you. I have given Thomas very particular directions; I dare say you will get along very well. But come, Eliza, my dear, the carriage waits. Good-by, Madge, God bless you, my daughter! take good care of yourself.”

My mother kissed me with her anxiety somewhat lightened by my cheerfulness and fearlessness, and the carriage drove off in the gathering dusk, I stood on the steps and nodded gayly to my mother, who, after the manner of mammas, looked through the back window of the carriage to see the last of her only child. As they disappeared behind the trees of the avenue, over which the veil of twilight was fast falling, a recolleetion of all the thousand tender and thoughtful deeds that my dear mother had done for me came swiftly to my mind. I seemed to see, as in a mirror, all her unfailing kindnesses, and the ungrateful, unthankful returns I had made. Tears filled my eyes; the dreary thought suggested itself that, perhaps, it was too late to make them up to her in the future by studied thoughtfulness for her comfort. Perhaps I never would see my mother again. Why had she looked so anxiously at me as we parted? I turned and entered the house, endeavoring to shake off the depression which hung over me.

“Thomas,” I said to our gray-haired domestic, “I wish you to shut up all the house carefully now before it gets late.”

“Mrs. Bassigny is in, Miss, I suppose?”

“Yes, I imagine she must be.”

He went on his errand, whilst I walked into the library, where a bright fire was burning, the evening having turned suddenly cool, as is too often the case in our northern climate. The banging and bolting of shutters and doors struck a chill to my spirit as old Thomas went through the lower rooms.

Scarcely had he finished the last bolt, and the echo of his footsteps died away, when I was startled by a violent knocking at the hall-door I sprang to my feet and listened. Bang, bang, bang—who on earth could it be?

Recovering my composure, I walked to the door and unbarred it. There stood Cecile, her thin, black dress clinging to her figure with the heavy dew, her black eyes shining in the dim light.

“Why, Cecile!” I exclaimed, almost angrily, “what are you doing out so late in the evening, and why didn’t you ring, instead of making that abominable noise?”

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she passed by me, and went rapidly up the stair-case.

My friend’s conduct surprised me. I had hitherto been incredulous of those exhibitions of temper, which made Cecile so obnoxious to all.

I returned to the library, and drawing up an arm-chair to the fire, I strove to drive out unpleasant thoughts with sweet imaginations of my next meeting with Gerald; but the bright visions would not come as their wont was. Thomas entered, and I had every gas jet turned up to its brightest, to give to the room a faint semblance of its customary cheerfulness. The tea equipage was brought in. A maid was sent to Madame Bassigny’s apartment to let her know that tea was served. The maid came back to say that madame did not care to come down.

“Did you ask her if she would have the tea in her room?” I asked.

“Yes, Miss; and she said she did not wish any tea at all.”

“What was she doing, Ellen?”

“Why, Miss, she was acting quité queer. She had a lot cf pictures and papers lying all over the floor, and she was walking up and down right over them.”

I ran upstairs myself, and rapped at Cecile’s door. There was no reply.

“Cecile, let me in, won’t you?”

No sound save a series of deep sighs. I knocked and called loudly,

“Cecile, let mein, your friend Madge. Are you ill, Cecile?”

At length there was a slight movement within, and a constrained voice said,

“Leave me. I am quite well.”

Still unsatisfied, I waited a few minutes at the door; but hearing no more, I went down. The varied events of the afternoon, and Cecile’s strange conduct, had utterly deprived me of appetite; so, merely swallowing a cup of strong tea, I ordered the rest to be taken away.

Thomas stood irresolutely for a moment after the tea arrangements had been removed.

“If you please, Miss Madge,” (I looked up,) “if you would not think it strange of me, Miss. I don’t want to do it; but it’s a hard thing for a man to get round; Miss——

“What?” I said, impatiently.

“Why, Miss Madge, there’s a messenger come from over the river to Mr. Pleasants, where my wife lives, to say that my wife is taken very sick, indeed, and nothing will do the poor woman but that I must come over to see her; the man is waiting with the boat, Miss.”

I instantly felt that it would be no pleasant thing to be left in that large house without a man to protect me in ¢ase of danger. I am not especially timid by nature; but Gresham was well-known as an elegantly appointed establishment, only too tempting to evil-doers. But a second thought showed me the poor, sick wife, to whom the woodén-featured Thomas was, pro- bably, as dear as my handsome Gerald to me, (this last argument prevailed over my nervousness;) so, with a mighty effort, I gave the old man-servant the permission he waited for. Thomas thanked me gratefully, and for a few moments ‘the glow of my self-denial, the consciousness of generosity, made me quite jubilant; but suddenly the whole sense of my utter loneliness struck upon me. The maid-servants all slept in a remote wing of the house; Cecile’s room was quite distant from mine, I was completely isolated.

I would have given worlds to recall that hasty permission to Thomas. I ran through the hall, hoping he was not yet gone, calling his name repeatedly; but my loud heart-beats were my only answer. I returned to the library, and summoned all my common sense and fortitude. Trying to laugh at my childish and nameless fears, I sat down with a novel, resolved to forget everything but the heroines and heroes of fiction. But my choice of a love-story was un- fortunate—it was the sad story of Rupert and Cyrilla von Adlerkron. In the excited state of my nerves, I felt as if the parting between my- self and Gerald might be followed by some awful tragedy to part us forever, like those two young lovers. I threw the book down with a shudder, and extinguishing the lights, retired to my own ‘room. Once within that familiar precinct, my fears gradually faded away. I threw a few additional lumps of coal on the fire, drew up to it my wide arm-chair, and sunk, with a feeling of relief, into its soft embrace. I thought of Gerald, pictured to myself the years of happiness that would yet be ours. I seemed to feel his loving eyes bent on me; my hand in the firm, warm clasp of his, until my waking dreams glided gently into the vivid phantoms of sleep. I was suddenly awakened by a long-drawn sigh.

Kneeling on the hearth-rug, the fire-light flickering over her strongly-marked features, was Cecile. The long, black hair of the Creole hung in heavy masses to the floor; her face, always pale, was now unutterably ghastly; broad, black rings encircled her eyes, which glowed with a restless light.

“Good heavens, Cecile! what is the matter?” I cried, springing to my feet.

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THE MESSENGER OF LOVE. 839 “Sit down," she said, forcibly pushing me back into my chair, “I want to speak to you.”

Turning those burning eyes full upon me, she said, “Madge, my poor Madge, do you love that young man to whom you are betrothed?”

“Yea,” I replied, under my breath, subdued by those gazing eyes.

“And are you so blind and deluded as to believe that he loves you?”

“I trust him with all my heart.”

“Then,” said she, in a low voice, “it is even as I thought. And you do not believe that his truth will turn to treachery, his fond words and smiles to sneers and taunts?”

“No, surely not, Cecile.”

“No; and it shall not be,” she cried, with a sudden flash, “I will save you from that destroying fate. I will liberate your soul while it is yet young with hope, The anguish which has corroded my life shall not be yours.”

“What do you mean, Cecile?” I asked, filled with a vague alarm.

“I will cut the thread of your life—see,” said she, drawing from the folds of her dress a long carving-knife, stolen, I suppose, from the buller’s pantry. “I will pass this across your throat once, only once, and you will be safe, Madge, and free.”

For the first time the fearful truth dashed upon me—Cecile was mad.

I turned icy cold; but steadying my nerves, replied calmly,

“Cecile, I do not wish to die. I do not dread the fate that you think is in store for me; you do not know Gerald,”

“I know best what is for your good. You must die!”

“But I am not ready to die yet. Give me a few days to prepare for death.”

“No!” she cried, with gathering excitement, “you shall not have another day. I have waited for this hour.”

I tried to think. Should I call? Thomas was the only one who could have heard me, and he was far away.

“Cecile, you do not feel well, I will bring you a glass of wine.” With a quick movement, as I spoke, I rose from my chair and moved toward the door. But the Frenchwoman was quicker. She seized me by the shoulders, I tried to release myself; but she shook me violently, as you would a small child, and forcing me back into the chair, said with m look of wicked cunning,

“Oh! your strength is nothing when measured with mine. Why, little fool, I could crush you with one embrace tonight.” I leaned wy face upon my hands, shuddering to contemplate that swollen visage. A confused recollection of the last words of the doctor in New Orleans, “If Madame Bassigny cannot be diverted from thut profound melancholy, there are grave fears that her mind may sink under so heavy a pressure;” the careless comments of all upon her strange ways surged over my wind, Cecile had loved me, dreamed, poor wretch, that she loved me still; but could I argue with a maniac? It was no longer my well-known friend—it was a creature utterly bereft of all that distinguishes mankind from the brutes that perish, I was beyond the hearing of any human being. Despair, sudden and sharp, clutched at my heart.

Cecile had been walking hurriedly up and down the room, muttering and whispering to herself. At a slight movement from me she paused, flashed once more before my eyes that deadly knife, and said, in the constrained voice I remembered so well, “I have spoken to them; at twelve o'clock your happy spirit will leave this blighted earth. Do not fear, you shall not go alone.”

Like lightning she drew the key from the door and turned it from the outside; with a sudden peal of loud laughter she sped down the passage. My first thought was, would her darkened mind hold the design which rioted in its empty chambers? Would she return, as she said, at twelve o’clock, to give me to a violent death? It could not be. She would forget, and vent her frenzy in impotent ravings. But, not her sole mania was to spare me, by an early death, the miseries of her own blighted life; there was no hope that her object would be forgotten I had often said, that to die seemed no terror to me; but at this sudden view of death so near, so dreadful, my strong, young life rose up in fixed resistance to a fate so cruel. I sprung to the door and tried the lock—of course it resisted me, I put my hand to my forehead, I tried to remember how it was that a lock was forced. I thought of the scissors—with the thought they were in my hand inserting them carefully into the lock. I tried to turn it, the faithless steel snapped. A fender of thick wire stood in one corner of the room; with hands lacerated by their ragged edges, I tore the wires apart, twisted off a scrap of the thickest, and bent it, as nearly as I could remember into the shape of the little tool used by locksmiths. Alas! the broken fragments of scissors left in the lock rendered that effort useless. A strong, iron poker was lying on the hearth. I inserted it into the ward, and exerted my utmost strength �

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ITH the morning of the New Year’s Day began a spell of the most delightful weather. Soft air, bright sunshine, and not a cloud to be seen in the whole sky. In every garden, on the humblest piece of waste ground, young shoots that formed each day a clearer patch of green were pushing up amid the snow; while over the trees hung a mist, stretched there, so it seemed, on purpose that the wonders it was hiding might later come as a surprise. Nor was this pleasant change confined to garden and wood; for men and women also, without knowing why, suddenly felt good-humoured and hopeful. It may be imagined then what an enchantment these first spring days, everywhere so delightful, cast upon the gardens of Genji’s palace, with their paths of jade-dust, their groves and lakes. It would be impossible here to describe in any way that would not be both tedious and inadequate the beauties of the four domains which Genji had allotted to his favourites. But this I may say, that the Spring Garden, with its great orchards of fruit trees at this moment far excelled the rest, and even behind her screens-of-state Murasaki breathed an atmosphere that was heavily laden with the scent of plum-blossom. Indeed the place was a Heaven upon earth; but a Heaven adapted to human requirements by the addition of numerous comforts and amenities. The Princess from Akashi was

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Rh still living in Murasaki’s apartments. The younger among the gentlewomen-in-waiting had been placed at her disposal; while the older among them, and such as had distinguished themselves in any way, were retained by Murasaki. On the third day they were already gathered together in front of the Mirror Cake reciting ‘For a thousand years may we dwell under thy shadow’ and other New Year verses, with a good deal of laughter and scuffling, when Genji’s unexpected entry suddenly caused many pairs of hands to fly back into an attitude of prayer. The ladies looked so uncomfortable at having been caught treating the ceremonies of the day with undue levity, that Genji said to them laughing: ‘Come now, there is no need to take the prayers on our behalf so seriously. I am sure each of you has plenty of things she would like to pray for on her own account. Tell me, all of you, what you most desire in the coming year, and I will add my prayers to yours.’ Among these ladies was a certain Chūjō, one of his own gentlewomen, whom he had transferred to Murasaki’s service at the time of his exile. She knew well enough, poor lady, what thing she most desired. But she only said: ‘I tried just now to think of something to pray for on my own account; but it ended by my saying the prayer: “May he endure long as the Mountain of Kagami in the country of Ōmi.””’ [sic]

The morning had been occupied in receiving a host of New Year visitors; but now Genji thought he would call upon the various inhabitants of his palace, to give them his good wishes and see how they looked in their New Year clothes. ‘Your ladies,’ he said to Murasaki, ‘do not seem

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202 to take these proceedings seriously. I found them romping together, instead of saying their prayers. You and I will have to hold a service of our own.’ So saying he recited the prayer, not without certain additions which showed that he took the business only a trifle more seriously than the ladies whom he had just criticized. He then handed her the poem: ‘May the course of our love be clear as the waters of yonder lake, from which, in the spring sunshine, the last clot of ice has melted away.’ To this she answered: ‘On the bright mirror of these waters I see stretched out the cloudless years love holds for us in store.’ Then (as how many times before!) Genji began telling her that, whatever was reported of him or whatever she herself observed, she need never have any anxiety. And he protested, in the most violent and impressive terms, that his passion for her underlay all that he felt or did, and could not be altered by any passing interest or fancy. She was for the moment convinced, and accepted his protestations ungrudgingly.

Besides being the third of the year it was also the Day of the Rat and therefore as fine an occasion for prayers and resolutions as could possibly have been found.

His next visit was to the little girl from Akashi. He found her maids and page-boys playing New Year games on the mound in front of her windows, and pulling up the dwarf pine-trees, an occupation in which they seemed to take a boundless delight. The little princess’s rooms were full of sweetmeat boxes and hampers, all of them presents from her mother. To one toy, a little nightingale perched upon a sprig of the five-leafed pine, was fastened a plaintive message: ‘In my home the nightingale’s voice I never hear, …’ and with it the poem:—

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PLANCHETTE - SPRING.— " GOOD - BY!" 341 room, to see that everything that was possible had been done for her comfort.

Mrs. Livingstone's kind offices, and Mrs. Livingstone's luxurious bedchamber, completed Gerald's gentle ministrations; and I awoke the next morning, inclined to believe that the events of the night had been only a dream. Alas! they would have been a tragic dream, if it had not been for Gerald's gift-that MESSENGER OF LOVE.

PLANCHETTE. BY FRANCES HENRIETTA SHEFFIELD.

WHAT did you, what are you, My little Planchette? None of the wiseacres Enlighten us yet.

Are you spirit or fairy, Jack-o'lantern or quick? I hardly dare whisper Some say the Old Nick.

The thoughts we but breathe In our innermost heart, You answer so pat, That you quite make us start.

And again, when we question you In solemn tone, On business important, You only write fun.

I have an idea Of how you were made; A lovely coquette Saw her beauty must fade,

So petitioned of Jove A new form to get; And that was the way They fashioned Planchette.

SPRING. BY A. F. ADAMS.

Now smiling Spring returns again To deck the land with flowers; And songsters wake a rich refrain Among the woodland bowers.

The murmuring streams, with sparkling glee, Dance lightly o'er the plain; Rejoicing now, unfettered, free From Winter's icy chain.

And mossy moor and mountain crest At every morn are seen, By vernal showers newly drest, In Summer robes of green.

While evening zephyrs gently breathe At twilight's pensive hour; And fairy hands fresh garlands weave, To crown each sylvan bower.

But fairer still the scene will break On our enraptured vision, When in that blissful world we wake, Which holds the fields Elysian.

Upon those bright and shining plains, By angel fingers strung, The tuneful harps wake sweeter strains Than mortals ever sung.

"GOOD- BY!"

BY HELEN AUGUSTA BROWN.

KNOWEST thou aught of the world you are seeking? Deemest no ill of the fortune you try? Flushed with the hope of success, you are speaking, Clear and distinctly, the solemn " good-by!" Yonth has her aims you are panting to follow, Mantled with charms that you cannot defy; Prove they as free from the false and the hollow, Fadeless as now, when you bid me " good-by!"

Go! as the future spreads smiling before thee, Brilliant and flush with her promises; why Shadow one thought of discouragement o'er thee, Gather one doubt as you bid me " good-by!" Go! there are ties to which earth will unite thee, Friendships and friends that you cannot deny; Joys will arise in their midst to delight thee Why should you fear as you whisper, "good-by!"

Hope for the best, there is pleasure in knowing Sunshine and shade both have birth in the sky; Dreary thy lot if forever bestowing Ill-omened thoughts on the future " good-by!" Go! though the hearth will be lonely without thee, Why should our parting be sorrowful, why? Love spreads a halo of blessing about thee; Peace be thy motto forever-" Good-by !"

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Rh Genji read the poem and was touched by it; for he knew that only under the stress of great emotion would she have allowed this note of sadness to tinge a New Year poem. ‘Come, little nightingale!’ he said to the child, ‘you must make haste with your answer; it would be heartless indeed if in the quarter whence these pretty things come you were ungenerous with your spring-time notes!’ and taking his own ink-stone from a servant who was standing by, he prepared it for her and made her write. She looked so charming while she did this that he found himself envying those who spent all day in attendance upon her, and he felt that to have deprived the Lady of Akashi year after year of so great a joy was a crime for which he would never be able to forgive himself. He looked to see what she had written. ‘Though years be spent asunder, not lightly can the nightingale forget the tree where first it nested and was taught to sing.’ The flatness of the verse had at least this much to recommend it—the mother would know for certain that the poem had been written without grown-up assistance!

The Summer Quarters were not looking their best; indeed at this time of year they could hardly be expected not to wear a somewhat uninteresting air. As he looked about him he could see no object that was evidence of any very pronounced taste or proclivity; the arrangements betokened, rather, a general discrimination and good-breeding. For many years past his affection for her had remained at exactly the same pitch, never flagging in the slightest degree, and at the same time never tempting him

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204 to the extremer forms of intimacy. In this way there had long ago grown up between them a relationship far more steady and harmonious than can ever exist between those who are lovers in the stricter sense of the term. This morning he spoke to her for a while from behind her curtains-of-state. But presently he cautiously raised a corner of one curtain, and he looked in. How little she had changed! But he was sorry to see that the New Year’s dress he had given her was not a great success. Her hair had of late years grown much less abundant, and in order to maintain the same style of coiffure, she had been obliged to supplement it by false locks. To these Genji had long ago grown accustomed. But he now began trying to imagine how she appeared to other people, and saw at once that to them she must seem a very homely, middle-aged person indeed. So much the better, then, that he who loved her had this strange power of seeing her as she used to be, rather than as she was now. And she on her side—what if she should one day grow weary of him, as women often did of those who gave them so little as he had done!

Such were the reflexions that passed through Genji’s mind while he sat with her. ‘We are both singularly fortunate,’ he concluded to himself. ‘I, in my capacity for self-delusion; she in hers for good-tempered acceptance of whatever comes her way.’ They talked for a long while, chiefly of old times, till at last he found that he ought to be on his way to the Western Wing.

Considering the short time that Tamakatsura had been in residence she had made things look uncommonly nice. The number and smartness of her maids gave the place an air of great animation. The large and indispensable articles of furniture had all arrived; but many of the smaller fittings were not yet complete. This was in a way

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Rh an advantage; for it gave to her rooms a look of spaciousness and simplicity which had a peculiar charm. But it was the mistress of these apartments who, when she suddenly appeared upon the scene, positively confounded him by her beauty. How perfectly she wore that long, close-fitting robe, with its pattern of mountain-kerria! Here, he thought, contrasting her inevitably with the lady to whom he had just said farewell, here was nothing that it might be dangerous to scrutinize, nothing that kindness bade him condone; but radiance, freshness, dazzling youth from tip to toe. Her hair was somewhat thinned out at the ends, in pursuance, perhaps, of some vow made during the days of her tribulation; and this gave to her movements an ease and freedom which strangely accorded with the bareness of her quarters. Had he chosen any but his present rôle, he would not now be watching her flit unconstrainedly hither and thither across her room…. She, however, having by this time grown used to his informal visits, enjoyed his company to the full and would even have had him treat her with a shade less deference … when suddenly she remembered that he was only a make-believe father after all, and then it seemed to her that she had already countenanced far greater liberties than their situation demanded. ‘For my part,’ said Genji at last, ‘I feel as though you had been living with us for years, and am certain that I shall never have cause to repent your coming. But you have not progressed so fast in friendship with the other inmates of my household as I have done in mine with you. I notice you do not visit Lady Murasaki. I am sorry for this, and hope that in future you will make use of her apartments without formality of any sort whenever you feel inclined. You could be of great help to the little girl who lives with her. For example, if you would take charge

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206 of her music-lessons…. You would find every one in that quarter most affable and forthcoming…. Do promise me to try!’ ‘If you wish it,’ was all she said; but in a voice which indicated that she really meant to obey.

It was already becoming dark when he arrived at the Lady of Akashi’s rooms. Through an open door a sudden puff of wind carried straight towards him from her daïs a blend of perfumes as exquisite as it was unfamiliar. But where was the Lady herself? For a while he scanned the room in vain. He noticed a writing-case, and near it a great litter of books and papers. On a long flat cushion bordered with Chinese brocade from Lo-yang lay a handsome zithern; while in a brazier which, even in the dim light, he could see to be an object of value and importance, there burned some of that incense which is known as ‘The Courtier’s Favourite.’ This was the scent which pervaded the whole room and, blending with a strong odour of musk, created the delicious perfume which Genji had noticed when he first turned into the corridor. Coming close enough to examine the papers which lay scattered about the daïs, he saw that though there were many experiments in different styles, some of them quite interesting, there were no efforts towards the more extravagant and pretentious forms of cursive. Her child’s letter of thanks for the toy bird and tree had already arrived, and it was evident that, in her delight, she had just been copying out a number of classic poems appropriate to such an occasion. But among these was written a poem of her own: ‘Oh joy untold! The nightingale that, lured by the spring flowers, to distant woods was gone, now to its valley nest again repairs.’ She had also copied out the old poems: ‘I waited for thy song’ and ‘Because my house is where the plum-tree blooms,’ and many other snatches and fragments such

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Rh as were likely to run in the head of one to whom a sudden consolation had come. He took up the papers one by one, sometimes smiling, yet ashamed of himself for doing so. Then he wetted the pen and was just about to write a message of his own, when the Lady of Akashi suddenly appeared from a back room. Despite the splendours by which she was now surrounded she still maintained a certain deference of manner and anxiety to please which marked her as belonging to a different class. Yet there was something about the way her very dark hair stood out against the white of her dress, hanging rather flat against it, that strangely attracted him. It was New Year’s night. He could not very well absent himself from his own apartments, for there were visitors coming and Murasaki was expecting him….

Yet it was in the Lady of Akashi’s rooms that he spent the night, thus causing considerable disappointment in many quarters, but above all in the southern wing, where Murasaki’s gentlewomen made bitter comments upon this ill-timed defection.

It was still almost dark when Genji returned, and he persuaded himself that, though he had stayed out late, it could not be said that he had been absent for a night. To the Lady of Akashi, on her side it seemed that he was suddenly rising to leave her just as the night was beginning. Nevertheless, she was enraptured by his visit. Murasaki would no doubt have sat up waiting for him, and he was quite prepared to find her in rather a bad humour. But one never knows, and in order to find out he said: ‘I have just had the most uncomfortable doze. It was too childish…. I fell asleep in my chair. I wish some one had woken me. It was the most mistaken kindness….’ But no! She did not reply, and seeing that for the moment there was no more to be done, he lay back and pretended

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208 to be asleep; but as soon as it was broad daylight got up and left the room.

Next day there was a great deal of New Year’s entertaining to be done, which was fortunate, for it enabled him to save his face. As usual, almost the whole Court was there,—princes, ministers and noblemen. There was a concert and on Genji’s part a grand distribution of trinkets and New Year presents. This party was an occasion of great excitement for the more elderly and undistinguished of the guests; and it may be imagined with what eagerness it was this year awaited by the younger princes and noblemen, who were perpetually on the look-out for adventure and flattered themselves that the new inmate of Genji’s palace was by no means beyond their reach. A gentle evening breeze carried the scent of fruit-blossom into every corner of the house; in particular, most fragrant of all, the plum-trees in Murasaki’s garden were now in full bloom. It was at that nameless hour which is neither day nor night. The concert had begun; delicate harmonies of flute and string filled the air, and at last came the swinging measure of ‘Well may this Hall grow rich and thrive,’ with its animated refrain ‘Oh, the saki-grass so sweet,’ in which Genji joined with excellent effect. This indeed was one of his peculiar gifts, that whatever was afoot, whether music, dancing or what not, he had only to join in and every one else was at once inspired to efforts of which they would not have imagined themselves capable.

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Rh and carriage-wheels, their plight being indeed much like that of the least deserving among the Blest, who though they are reborn in Paradise, receive an unopened lotus-bud as their lodging. But still worse was the position of those who inhabited the old Eastern Wing; for having once lived at any rate within ear-shot of such festivities as this, they now saw themselves condemned to an isolation and lack of employment which every year would increase. Yet though they might almost as well have renounced the Court and ensconced themselves ‘by mountain paths where Sorrow is unknown,’ they did nothing of the kind nor, real though their grievances were, did the slightest complaint ever cross their lips. Indeed, save that they were left pretty much to their own devices, they had little else to complain of. They were housed in the utmost comfort and security. Those of them who were religious had at least the certainty that their pious practices would not be interrupted; while those who cared for study had plenty of time to fill a thousand copy-books with native characters. As regards their lodging and equipment, they had only to express a desire for it to be immediately gratified. And sometimes their benefactor actually called upon them, as indeed happened this spring, so soon as the busy days of the New Festival were over.

Suyetsumu was after all the daughter of Prince Hitachi, and as such was entitled to keep up a considerable degree of state. Genji had accordingly provided her with a very ample staff of attendants. Her surroundings indeed were all that could be desired. She herself had changed greatly in recent years. Her hair was now quite grey, and seeing that she was embarrassed by this and was evidently wondering what impression it would make upon him, he at first kept his eyes averted while he spoke to her. His gaze

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 KATE'S WINTER IN WASHINGTON.

BY FRANK LEE BENEDICT.

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 268.

CHAPTER V.

Mrs. Rawson had nothing to offer but a vacant smile and a “very happy,” as far as she ever got in the art of being agreeable; though she was perfectly satisfied with her own attempts, being always engrossed in serene contemplation of her grandeur.

“You must go with us,” persisted Circe; then he added in a whisper, «Please to go, Harry. I don't ask favors of you often enough now-a- days for you to refuse me go slight n one.”

And Harry, being in a mood to do anything desperate or outrageous, got into the carriage; and Mre. Rawson being a little denf, (though she would have died rather than acknowledge it,) Circe had it all her own way. She managed to keep up two distinct conversations, and for all Marry understood her so well, and hated her so cordially, he could not help yielding a little to her fascinations,

So they drove out to Georgetown, and lo and behold, one of Mrs. Rawson's cubs was ill—and Mrs. Rawson was a devoted mother, So go back she could not, and would not. Mrs. Marsden must return with Mr. Everett; they must send a message to the Lon. Rawson, to the effet that he was to come down the instant the House adjourned.

“But Mrs. Hanson’a party!” exclaimed Circe.

“As if I could go,” said the mother, reproachfully,

“Of course not! Oh, dear Mrs, Rawson! I almost envy you your anxiety. If I only had children to love,” moaned Circe, “But I can't leave you; I shall let Mr, Everett go back alone —my place is here by you.”

Of course, Mrs. Rawson would not hear of that; so, after doing self-abnegation to a proper extent, Circe allowed herself fo be persuaded to return; and once in the carriage she made the best use of her time, and took as long a drive as she dared.

And out of his anger and desperation Harry flashed into brilliant, factitious spirits, and flirted with Circe to her heart’s content, perfectly conscious that he was doing an insane thing, and helping Kate to destroy any hope of mutual, peace, but unable to check himself perhaps not caring to—-you know how evil gets possession of all of us at times.

Just at the turn by the great, staring new Treasury Department, which Washingtonians foree one to admire, they met Marsden’s trap waking for the avenue likewise.

Kate looked, bowed, and smiled, but she was angry, Everett had told her that he had a business engagement, and could not put it off, when, in a pause of their morning's quarrel, she had asked him to go out with her. Here he was driving with Lily, after all he had said about her, too, his hints, his professions of dislike.

Kate was angry, and glancing at Marsden, she saw on his face a sorrowful expression, that be often assumed for her benefit.

“I thought you told me Mr, Everett was up at the State Department,” he said.

“He told me that he had business there.”

Marsden sighed.

“I wish—I wish”

He paused abruptly, and naturally Kate was dying to have him finish the broken sentence uttered in the most pathetic tone.

“You wish?”

“I beg your pardon! I came near thinking aloud—such an absurd habit for a man of the world, only I am afraid I shall always be impulsive as a boy. It is ridiculous!”

“It is just what makes you so different from other men,” Kate said, warmly,

“After that, I will never regret it,” Marsden answered, laughing, but with a long glance from his beautiful eyes, which made the words earnest.

“Then tell me what you were wishing.”

“You will not think I mean more than the bare words express?”

“Certainly not.”

“I was wishing that Lily would be more careful. sorry to see anything of that sort with Everett”

«I don't know what you mean.”

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210 naturally fell upon her dress. He recognized it as that which he had given her for New Year; but it looked very odd, and he was wondering how he had come to give her so unsuitable a garment, when he discovered that the fault was entirely that of the wearer. Over it she had put a thin mantle of dull black crepe, unlined, and so stiff that it crackled when she moved. The woven dress which he had given her was meant to wear under a heavy cloak, and naturally in her present garb she was, as he could see, suffering terribly from the cold. He had given her an ample supply of stuff for winter cloaks. What could she have done with it all? But with Suyetsumu nothing seemed to thrive, every stuff became threadbare, every colour turned dingy, save that of one bright flower…. But one must keep such things out of one’s head; and he firmly replaced the open flap of her curtain.

She was not offended. It was quite enough that year after year, he should preserve the same unmistakable signs of affection; for did he not always treat her as an intimate and equal, taking her completely into his confidence and addressing her always in the most informal manner imaginable? If this were not affection, what else could it be?

He meanwhile was thinking what a uniquely depressing and wearisome creature she was, and deciding that he must really make up his mind to be a little kinder to her, since it was certain that no one else intended to take the business off his hands.

He noticed that while she talked her teeth positively chattered with cold. He looked at her with consternation. ‘Is there no one,’ he asked, ‘whose business it is to take charge of your wardrobe? It does not seem to me that stiff clumsy over-garments are very well suited to your present surroundings. This cloak of yours, for example.

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Rh If you cannot do without it, then at any rate be consistent and wear it over a dress of the same description. You cannot get yourself up in one style on top and another underneath.’ He had never spoken to her so bluntly before, but she only tittered slightly. ‘My brother Daigo no Azari,’ she said at last, ‘promised to look after those warm stuffs for me, and he carried them all off before I had time to make them into dresses. He even took away my sables. I am so cold without them….’ Her brother evidently felt the cold even more than she did, and Genji imagined him with a very red nose indeed. Simplicity was no doubt an engaging quality; but really this lady carried it a little too far. However, with her it was certainly no affectation, and he answered good-humouredly: ‘As far as those sables are concerned, I am delighted to hear what has become of them. I always thought they were really meant to keep out the rain and snow. Next time your brother goes on a mountain pilgrimage…. But there is no need for you to shiver. You can have as much of this white material as you like, and there is nothing to prevent your wearing it sevenfold thick, if you find you cannot keep warm. Please always remind me of such promises. If I do not do things at once, I am apt to forget about them. My memory was never very good and I have always needed keeping up to the mark. But now that there are so many conflicting claims upon my time and attention, nothing gets done at all unless I am constantly reminded….’ And thinking it safest to act while the matter was still in his mind, he sent a messenger across to the New Palace for a fresh supply of silks and brocades.

The Nijō-in was kept in perfect order and repair; but the fact that it was no longer the main residence somehow or other gave it an air of abandonment and desolation.

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212 The gardens, however, were as delightful as ever. The red plum-blossom was at its best, and it seemed a pity that so much beauty and fragrance should be, one might almost say, wasted. He murmured to himself the lines: ‘To see the springtide to my old home I came, and found within it a rarer flower than any that on orchard twigs was hung!’

She heard the words; but luckily did not grasp the unflattering allusion.

He also paid a brief visit to Utsusemi, now turned nun. She had installed herself in apartments so utterly devoid of ornament or personal touches of any kind that they had the character of official waiting-rooms. The only conspicuous object which they contained was a large statue of Buddha, and Genji was lamenting to himself that sombre piety, to the exclusion of all other interest, should have possessed so gracious and gentle a spirit, when he noticed that the decoration of her prayer-books, the laying of her altar with its dishes of floating petals—these and many another small sign of elegance seemed to betray a heart that was not yet utterly crushed by the severities of religion. Her blue-grey curtains-of-state showed much taste and care. She sat so far back as scarcely to be seen. But one touch of colour stood out amid the gloom; the long sleeves of the gay coat he had sent her showed beneath her mantle of grey, and moved by her acceptance of this token he said with tears in his eyes: ‘I know that I ought not now even to remember how once I felt towards you. But from the beginning our love brought to us only irritation and misery. It is as well that, if we are to be friends at all, it must now be in a very different way.’ She too was deeply moved and said at last: ‘How can I doubt your good will towards me, seeing at what pains you have

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Rh been to provide for me, protect me…. I should be ungrateful indeed….’ ‘I daresay many another lover suffered just as I did,’ he said, attempting a lighter tone; ‘and Buddha condemns you to your present life as a penance for all the hearts you have broken. And how the others must have suffered if their experience was anything like mine! Not once but over and over again did I fall in love with you; and those others… There, I knew that I was right. You are thinking, I am sure, of an entanglement beside which our escapade pales into insignificance.’ His only intention was to divert the conversation from their own relationship, and he was speaking quite at random. But she instantly imagined that he had in some circuitous way got wind of that terrible story… and blushing she said in a low voice: ‘Do not remind me of it. The mere fact that you should have been told of it is punishment enough…’ and she burst into tears.

He did not know to what she referred. He had imagined that her retirement from the world was merely due to increasing depression and timidity. How was he to converse with her, if every chance remark threw her into a fit of weeping? He had no desire to go away; but he could not think of any light topic upon which to embark, and after a few general enquiries he took his leave. If only it were Lady Suyetsumu who was the nun and he could put Utsusemi in her place! So Genji thought as on his way back he again passed by the red-nosed lady’s door. He then paid short visits to the numerous other persons who lived upon his bounty, saying to such of them as he had not seen for some time: ‘If long intervals sometimes elapse between my visits to you, you must not think that my feelings towards you have changed. On the contrary, I often think what a pity it is that we so seldom meet. For

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214 time slips away, and bound up with every deep affection is the fear that Death may take us unawares….’ Nor was there anything the least insincere in these speeches; in one way or another he did actually feel very deeply about each of the persons to whom they were made. Unlike most occupants of the exalted position which he now held, Genji was entirely devoid of pomposity and self-importance. Whatever the rank of those whom he was addressing, under whatever circumstances he met them, his manner remained always equally kind and attentive. Indeed, by that thread and that alone hung many of his oldest friendships.

This year there was to be the New Year’s mumming. After performing in the Imperial Palace the dancers were to visit the Suzaku-in and then come on to Genji’s. This meant covering a good deal of ground, and it was already nearing dawn when they arrived. The weather had at first been somewhat uncertain, but at dusk the clouds cleared away, and bright moonlight shone upon those exquisite gardens, now clad in a thin covering of snow. Many of the young courtiers who had recently come into notice showed unusual proficiency on instruments of one kind and another. There were flute-players in abundance, and nowhere that night did they give a more admirable display than when they welcomed the arrival of the mummers in front of Genji’s palace. The ladies of the household had been apprised of the ceremony, and they were now assembled in stands which had been set up in the cross-galleries between the central hall and its two wings. The lady of the western side was invited to witness the proceedings in company with the little princess from Akashi,

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Rh whose windows looked out on to the courtyard where the dancing was to take place. Murasaki was their neighbour, being separated from them only by a curtain. After performing before the ex-Emperor the dancers had been summoned to give a second display in front of Kōkiden’s apartments. It was consequently even later than had been anticipated when they at last arrived. Before they danced, they had to be served with their ‘mummers’’ portions. It was expected that, considering the lateness of the hour, this part of the proceedings, with its curious rites and observances, would be somewhat curtailed. But on the contrary Genji insisted upon its being carried out with even more than the prescribed elaboration. A faint light was showing in the east, the moon was still shining, but it had begun to snow again, this time harder than ever. The wind, too, had risen; already the tree-tops were swaying, and it became clear that a violent storm was at hand. There was, in the scene that followed, a strange discrepancy; the delicate pale green cloaks of the mummers, lined with pure white, fluttered lightly, elegantly to the movements of the dance; while around them gathered the gloom and menace of the rising storm. Only the cotton plumes of their head-gear, stiff and in a way graceless as they were, seemed to concord with the place and hour. These, as they swayed and nodded in the dance, had a strangely vivid and satisfying beauty.

Among those who sang and played for the dancers Yūgiri and Tō no Chūjō’s sons took the lead. As daylight came the snow began to clear, and only a few scattered flakes were falling when through the cold air there rose the strains of Bamboo River. I should like to describe

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216 the movements of this dance—how the dancers suddenly rise on tip-toe and spread their sleeves like wings—and with how delightful an effect voice after voice joins in the lively tune. But it has truly been said that such things are beyond the painter’s art; and still less, I suppose, can any depiction of them be expected of a mere story-teller.

The ladies of the household vied with one another in the decoration of their stalls. Gay scarfs and favours hung out on every side; while shimmering New Year dresses now dimly discovered behind drawn curtains-of-state, now flashing for a moment into the open as some lady-in-waiting reached forward to adjust a mat or rescue a fan, looked in the dawning light like a meadow of bright flowers ‘half-curtained by the trailing mists of Spring.’ Seldom can there have been seen so strange and lovely a sight. There was, too, a remote, barbaric beauty in the high turbans of the dancers, with their stiff festoons of artificial flowers; and when at last they entoned the final prayer, despite the fact that the words were nonsense and the tune apparently a mere jangle of discordant sounds, there was in the whole setting of the performance something so tense, so stirring that these savage cries seemed at the moment more moving than the deliberate harmonies by which the skilled musician coldly seeks to charm our ear.

After the usual distribution of presents, the mummers at last withdrew. It was now broad daylight, and all the guests retired to get a little belated sleep. Genji rose again towards mid-day. ‘I believe that Yūgiri is going to make every bit as good a musician as Kōbai,’ he said, while discussing the scenes of the night before. ‘I am astonished by the talent of the generation which is now

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Rh growing to manhood. The ancients no doubt far excelled us in the solid virtues; but our sensibilities are, I venture to assert, far keener than theirs. I thought at one time that Yūgiri was quite different from his companions and counted upon turning him into a good, steady-going man of affairs. My own nature is, I fear, inherently frivolous, and not wishing him to take after me I have been at great pains to implant in him a more serious view of life. But signs are not wanting that under a very correct and solemn exterior he hides a disposition towards just those foibles which have proved my own undoing. If it turns out that his wonderful air of good sense and moderation are mere superficial poses, it will indeed be annoying for us all.’ So he spoke, but he was in reality feeling extremely pleased with his son. Then, humming the tune that the mummers sing at the moment when they rise to depart, Genji said: ‘Seeing all the ladies of the household gathered together here last night has made me think how amazing it would be if we could one day persuade them to give us a concert. It might be a sort of private After Feast.’ The rumour of this project soon spread through the palace. On every hand lutes and zitherns were being pulled from out the handsome brocade bags into which they had been so carefully stowed away; and there was such a sprucing, polishing and tuning as you can scarcely imagine; followed by unremitting practice and the wildest day-dreams.

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Third Annual Meeting of this Society was held at the Grand Hotel on Wednesday evening, July 14th 1875 at half-past eight o’clock.

The chair was taken by Sir Harry S. Parkes.

The Minutes of the last two General Meetings having been read and confirmed, the Annual Report of the Council was then presented as follows:

The Council have much satisfaction in reporting that the advantages have never been more marked, or the progress of the Society more encouraging than during the past twelve months.

In evidence of this they refer to the fact that it has been found expedient to issue an extra number of the Society’s Journal, containing Transactions, &c., up to the end of 1874. The contents of this, and of the supplementary number, which is about to to be issued, are as follows:—

I.—Useful Minerals and Metallurgy of the Japanese, by Dr. Geerts, of Nagasaki.

II.—Observations on the Bay of Sendai, by Captain St. John, H.M.S. Sylvia.

III.—Useful Minerals and Metallurgy of the Japanese, by Dr. Geerts, of Nagasaki.

IV.—Description of a Trip to Niigata, along the Shinshiu-road and back by the Mikuni Pass, by J. A. Lindo, Esq.

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 V.—Useful Minerals and Metallurgy of the Japanese, by Dr. Geerts, of Nagasaki.

VI.—The preparation of Vegetable Wax, by Henry Gribble, Esq., of Nagasaki.

VII.—The Revival of Pure Shintô, by E. M. Satow, Esq.

VIII.—Itinerary of Two Routes between Yedo and Niigata; by Capt. Descharmes.

IX.—Constructive Art in Japan; by R. H. Brunton, Esq.

X.—A Description of the Coast between Oshima and Toba Harbour; and an account of an excursion among the Forests and Mountain Ranges of the Province of Yamato; by Capt. St. John, R.N.

XI.—On some Japanese Legends; by C. W. Goodwin, Esq.

XII.—Observations on the climate of Nagasaki in 1872; by Dr. Geerts.

XIII.—Notes of a Journey from Awamori to Niigata, and a visit to the mines of Sado; by J. HW. Gubbins, Esq.

XIV.—Notes collected in the Okitama Ken, with an Itinerary of the Roads leading to it, by C. H. Dallas, Esq.

XV.—On an Ancient Japanese Classic by W. G. Aston, Esq.

XVI.—On the Legacy of Iyeyasu by Prof. W. E. Grigsby.

XVII.—On the Yonezawa Dialect, by C. H. Dallas, Esq.

On the evening preceding the Transit of Venus a valuable Lecture was delivered to a large and interested audience, by Professor W. E. Ayrton of the Imperial College of Engineering, at Yedo; and on the occasion of the visit of the Challenger to Yokohama, Professor Wyville Thomson favored us with a Lecture, in which he gave a resumé of the results, as far as ascertained, of the deep-sea sounding and dredging in which he had been engaged. Such Lectures are of great value, and deserve the best acknowledgments of the Society.

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 Another token of progress is seen in the fact that it has become desirable to hold Regular Meetings alternately at Yokohama and at Yedo, a request being made from the latter place that the sessions of the Society be held there as often as once a month; which suggestion the Council take this opportunity of bringing before the Annual Meeting for its consideration.

The pressing want of the present moment is a good, large Room—conveniently situated, and free of charge—in which all the Society’s Meetings might he held, its business transacted, and its Museum and Library made accessible to members and strangers.

The Treasurer’s Report, herewith submitted, shews a balance in hand of $317.32.

The number of new members elected during the past year is 51; making the present number about 200.

The number of Exchanges effected with other Societies has much increased, and copies of the Journal have been sent by request to Trübners in London, and also to New York, for sale.

The additions to the Library and Museum during the past year have been few—a fact much to be regretted. Some improvement, however, in this respect may he expected if the Society shall adopt the suggestion, which the Council now lays before the meeting, of increasing the Annual Subscriptions to $10.

The following is the Treasurer’s Report.

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 The following resolutions were then passed:

1.—Resolved that the Report of the Council be accepted, and the thanks of the Society tendered to the retiring officers.

 * Proposed by Professor Summers, seconded by Principal Dyer.

2.—Resolved that a Committee of ordinary members be appointed to take into consideration the present state of the finances of the Society and to consult with the Council concerning the same—the said Committee to consist of Mr. Cargill, Dr. Purcell, Principal Dyer and Mr. Thomson.

 * Proposed by Professor Grigsby, seconded by Dr. Wheeler.

3.—Resolved that the subject of holding semi-monthly meetings at Yokohama and Yedo alternately be referred to the same Committee.

 * Proposed by Mr. Aston, seconded by Mr. Wilkin.

4.—Resolved that the mode of electing the Council be considered by the above Committee and reported on at the next General Meeting.

 * Proposed by Mr. Wilkin, seconded by Mr. Thomson.

The Committees appointed to nominate the officers for the ensuing year recommended the following, who were unanimously elected.

President.—S. R. Brown, D.D.

Vice-Presidents.—Sir Harry S. Parkes, K.C.B., C. W. Goodwin, Esq.

Councillors.—C. De Groote, Esq., J. C. Hepburn, Esq.,, A. J. Wilkin, Esq., W. G. Howell, Esq., Edwin Wheeler, Esq., , David Murray, Esq., Ph. D., Rev. E. W. Syle, W. G. Aston, Esq.

''Cor. Sec.''—W. E. Ayrton, Esq.

''Rec. Secs.''—John Y. Henderson, Esq., Yokohama; Professor James Summers, Tokio.

Treasurer.—J. Thurburn, Esq.

A vote of thanks to the Chairman having been carried unanimously, the meeting separated.

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 1939, 26 U.S.C. (1952 ed.) § 3770(c), which provides:

"“Rule where no tax liability. An amount paid as a tax shall not be considered not to constitute an overpayment solely by reason of the fact that there was no tax liability in respect of which such amount was paid.”"

The Tax Court found that the overpayment was made after the mailing of the notice of deficiency but declined to fix the precise date thereof stating that the Court had no jurisdiction over the amount of interest on the overpayment. It seems clear that the date of payment was August 25, 1955, and that interest should run from that date.

The decision of the Tax Court is reversed and the case remanded to the Tax Court for computation pursuant to Rule 50, 26 U.S.C. § 7453.

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KATE’S WINTER IN WABHINGTON. 343 help to Lily—your influence over her is so exactly what she needs.”

“It will not be disturbed, Mr. Marsden, I have no cause to be vexed-—am jsure I shall have none; but no matter what Mr. Everett might he to me, I am not quite one of those silly women who vent their rage on another woman and excuse the man.”

“I might have known that! Then Lily’s idea is true?”

‘What is that?”

'Don’t think me impertinent! You know I have learned. to feel as if you were)a dear, younger sister; anything that concdrns you, in- terests me. You are engaged to Harry Everett?”

“Conditionally, yes.”

“I am sorry! Don't think I mean anything against him; he is a fine fellow, as far as he goes. But I should hate to'see you marry any young chap; with your talents,you ought to become the wife of a man of established position, one with the hope of a great future before him.”

Then he went on as if he believed her a happy combination between Joan of Arc and Corinne, with a large portion ef the angelic element thrown in; and it was so beautifully done, that any woman would; have taken it for earnest.

Then they were at Kate’s home, and it was getting late, so she had only time to dress for dinner, and after that to dress for the party; and all the while her brain was in a whirl between hosts of contending thoughts. Marsden’s praise, her anger at Everett, her doubts as to what she ought, to do; and into the bargain, some wonderful part she was to play in some scheme of Philip’s, which was to do so much good in some direction; and to further which, she was to essay her powers of persuasion upon her uncle, and several of his intimates among his senatorial brethren.

It was very late when she and Mrs: Fairficld reached the Hansons; and the first sight she saw, as she entered the parlors, was Everett holding Lily Marsden in his arms, and flying about in the very swiftest of deus temps measures.

Most women glory in being inconsistent themselves; but it is a privilege they are not willing to accord the male portion of humaaity—and Kate was more angry than ever.

When Everett came up to her, at the close of the dance, she snubbed him beautifully and un- mercifully; kept the best men in the room about her; got her spirits up to fever-heat, and before supper-time was just excited and crazy enough to enjoy and believe in all the stilted nonsense, beautiful sophistries, and devil-born: theories, to which Philip Marsden found an opportunity of treating her.

Mrs. Lily had no mind to relinquish her prey, and Everett yielded like a mad man; and the pair rather astonished even a Washington balk room. I don’t know that I could say more.

It was just as they were going into supper that Lily got close to Kate, and whispered,

‘Are you vexed with me? Phil is furious.”

'Not a bit,” said Kate.

‘You're a duck! My dear, I only wanted to prove to you what that man is made of! I am as sure as I am of being alive that he has abused me to you like a pickpocket, and yet you see.”

Then Philip, with his mournful voi¢e, and his great eyes, that ought to have belonged to a poet, said,

«It is not for myself, Kate—I am not jealous; but I can’t bear to see Lily seem to do a heartless thing by you.”

“I understand Lily’s motive perfectly,” she replied. ‘I am not in the least vexed, with her—rather obliged than otherwise.”

“Please let me take you into supper. I have scarcely been able to get near you all the evening.”

“Of course you shall.”

«And I want you to be civil to Jo Vance. He can do so much in that matter.”

And Jo Vance—always called that in spite of his being a Senator—had a reputation for infamous vices of all sorts, that ought to have made him shunned as a moral pestilence. To-night he was rather more sober than usual; and there Kate stood and talked with him, and smiled at him, and imagined she was doing political strategy, and by her conduct that evening fully established the fact of her being “‘fast;” and when a girl has once done that, she may do penance im sackcloth and ashes, the name will cling to her, and the most trivial act be judged accordingly.

Everett saw and heard it all—the whispers, the glances exchanged among the women; and he realized fully the harm Kate was doing hevself, and understood that it was precisely what Ciree and her husband had intended to bring about,

“For God’s sake stop! let me speak to you,” he whispered, as Marsden was leading her out of the supper-room.

«‘Excuse me one moment,”’ she said to Marsden. ‘The next waltz is yours—I shan’t forget.”

She turned to Everett, and allowed him to draw her a little out of the crowd.

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 presented this auspicious day last year, may be gathered from a few stray extracts out of a large number of acknowledgment letters and reviews. Well may the place of priority among these be given, as before, to the renewed testimony and benediction of the venerable Rev. Dr. J. Estlin Carpenter of Oxford, as near to the Indian Theistic Church in warm-hearted sympathy as he stands high in well-merited renown in the world of theology. Referring to “your beloved Dewan Bahadur”. he is “happy to learn that he is still with you to exercise the genial influence of beautiful ^nd honoured age”. As to the varied contents of the volume, he specifically observes, “The addresses on behalf of Social Purity and the elbvated respect due to Woman are of great value. They make the loftiest appeal and should be circulated as widely as possible” ; and about the Prayers, he adds, “There is so warm and rich a sense of the Heavenly Presence with all its varieties of gpace, so glowing a gratitude for the wonders of existence and all the aifections


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 and hopes which life inspires, that they must confirm the faith of all who read them* May the influence of his teaching be spread far and wide by this fresh collection of his uplifting words ! ” The Inquirer of London, that eminent organ of free faith and fellowship which previously recorded its ‘‘ grateful recognition ” of the “ lofty religious tone and high intellectual value,” “ the nobility of utterance and depth of spiritual fervour,” of the first volume, is likewise led, by the distinctive features of the second, particularly to “ emphasise the ominently practical appeal for moral and social reform that this great Indian teacher has persistently addressed to his country-men and most of all to tha young, during hia long and fruitful career.” Among the joiirnals of Calcutta, The Modern Review delights to find the volume equally “ edifying and inspiring ” wiflh its predecessor- The World and the New Dispensation is struck with the “ chaste and classic ” quality of,the style and the “ blend of *the scholar and the vdevotee ” in the author, as also “ his touch


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 with all classes of people and his knowledge of men and movements In a fairly complete review of ‘‘ this valuable contribution to Brahmo literature ” with its teaching of universal religion “ not savouring of the least sectarianism,” Pundit Sitanath Tattwa-bhushan, through the columns of The Indian Messenger as on tlie former occasion, gives a justly authoritative appraisement of the purple patches spread throughout the work. With others he commends, in particular, the opening piece on Social Purity and the Anti-Nau,tch Movement as “ the most thoughtful and best-written ” within its own section; nay, as almost unique, in the whole literature ‘‘ anywhere ” upon that vital subject, by virtue of its “ deep insight ” and practical wisdom ” clothed in “ dignified and ornate lan- guage.” And of J^he “ great helps to devotion” provided in the directfy religious services out of ‘‘ the depth of the adoring spirit in the souJ,” he prizes as “ veritable gems ” that on Sadhana and the Birth-day Family Service, the latter illustrating the happy standard of


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 "what a domestic ceremony should be — full of sympathy, — identification, as far as possible, on the part of the minister with the family.” Nearer home, The Hindu of Madras notices how “ the writings are suffused by a living spirit of religion and social service and the author writes a style which possesses a rare degree of fulness and maturity.” Justice greets in him ‘‘ one of the foremost thinkers of India ” who, “ as a Hrahino,”(so runs the significant compliment) tak('S a very chaste and oftentimes too chaste a view of social arrapgements and structnr, s among his countrymen ” ; and while I'/raising the social indictments as “ vigorous and bold,” it observes, ‘‘ He has wise words and lofty idoaJs for the man and woman who can afford to got beside their normal selves a little while in thought and meditation on things that really matter.” With a lively sense of the moral and spiritual as well as the literary excellences of its other portions, The Dailij Express heaj-tily joins the general chorus of grateful acclaim towards the said “ forceful thesis ” as “ by


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 far the most outstanding feature of the compilation-” So does United India and Indian States opine at Delhi that it “ would by itself make the book a v<alued possession-” From Masulipatam, the fruitful vineyard of an elder day, Janmahhumi gratefully hails the “vital drops” of the second volume with those who, having “ quatfed up the nectar made available to them in the first,’’ “must be eagerly looking for more and more of this elixir”; and classing the anther among “super-souls, to be sure,” it confidently prescribes the publication as a fitting companion for alfDegree-seekers in the “rniversity of Life.” As for individual witness, so worthy a votary of the hoary Hindu faith as Sir T. V. Seshagiri Aiyar is prepared freely to identify the Brahmo teaching in the book with the essence of llighes Hinduism, as he thus concludes his discerning note: “ Your messages and discourses ought to open the eyes of the youths of the country to the •realities of our. religion and to the noxious character of many of the observances which hide the precious truth within.