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 FOOT- CUSHION. BY MRS. JANE WEAVER.

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MATERIALS.-Red cashmere, black ribbon velvet half an inch broad, red calico lining, sixteen dozen of little raised wooden buttons, lining, etc. This cushion is of an octagon shape, and has on both sides a plait of cashmere strips and black velvet. The strips of cashmere are one inch broad, and are laid over thick paper half an inch broad, with the open stuff edges sewn together in such a manner that the seam lies along the middle underneath. The breadth of the velvet ribbon must correspond with the cashmere strips. The plaiting may be easily worked from the design. The length of the strips must be regulated bythe size ofthe cushion. The outer arched surface of our model, when stuffed with horsehair, measures twenty inches in diameter ; each side of the octagon measures eight inches in length. A plain edge, two inches high, joins the two outer parts of the cushion , which is lined with a firm lining. When stuffed,, mere-the outer one is eighteen inches long it is covered with a red lining, and the plaited and two and a half broad, the inner one nine work is placed over that. The seam is hidden inches long and one and a quarter broad. by a plain red piece of cashmere. The seam of Each strip is sewn together separately, folded the plain stuff edge is hidden on each side by in half, quilled in a single quilling, and drawn twelve little buttons covered with red cashmere, round. In the center is a button covered with and rosettes are placed at the corners. Each velvet and ornamented with beads. This is rosette consists of two straight strips of cash- { both neat and pretty. 229

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WADDED WAISTCOATS.

calf of a stocking, and this begins from the In each of the knitted stitches work five doubleseventh stripe in each colored one, so that when { treble. In the following row work one single, and one the last of these stripes is finished the number is reduced twelve stitches. Now knit without chain between every fifth treble. This raises the

( decreasing forty rows all white of alternately one purled stitch and one plain stitch, then cast off loosely. For the under conclusion work a few rows of crochet with white wool as follows:

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trebles into little flutings. At the top and bottom of these flutings work little scallops of three chain and one single, and work a line of three chain and one single at the top of the gaiter.

WAISTCOATS.

BY MRS. JANE WEAVER.

THESE small waistcoats are intended for } with hooks and eyes sewn in the inside, and wearing under out-door coverings that are not then with buttons and silk cord on the outside. sufficiently warm. No. 1 is made of black satin No. 2 is made of blue satin quilted with white quilted with orange silk, and trimmed with silk ; it is edged with swansdown. These will orange plush. It fastens down the front, first be found very serviceable.

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 CASE FOR KNITTING AND DARNING - NEEDLES. BY MRS. JANE WEAVER.

MATERIALS. -Fine ticking, white flannel, five yards and a half of lilac sarcenet ribbon, yellow silk cordon, lilac sewing-silk, and two little black buttons. The foundation is ten inches long and seven inches broad. It is ornamented with loose stitches of lilac Berlin wool (see above. ) The inside is furnished with a piece of flannel fifteen inches long, and six inches and a half broad, turned in two inches and a half on both sides. A strap of sarcenet, ornamented with yellow silk cordon, is placed across the middle for holding the knitting- needles, and a piece of flannel at the side for the darning- needles, men-

suring four inches in length and two inches and a half in breadth, bound with ribbon like the rest, and ornamented with a yellow border of herring-bone stitch. The flannel and ticking parts are bound together with ribbon. One of the flannel ends turned back is left disengaged, the other is fastened as a pocket. Three sides are ornamented with a ruche and herring- bone stitch. Two ribbons, five inches long, with bows and silk eyes, and two buttons, four inches and a half distant, for fastening the case, are placed underneath the ruche. Embroidered leather canvas, Java canvas, or an applique upon cloth or reps would make a very good foundation instead of the ticking.

BOY'S GAITER. BY MRS. JANE WEAVER. MATERIALS. -One ounce of white, quarter of an ounce of colored Perlin wool, four knittingpins, No. 15, (bell gauge. ) Begin at the upper edge with white wool. Cast on sixty-three stitches-twenty on each of two pins, and twenty-three on the third. The twelfth stitch on the third pin is knitted to form the seam at the back. Knit eighteen rows as for a stocking, alternately, two plain, two purled ; then, with colored wool, one row plain, two rows purled ; then,

with white, three rows plain ; then colored one row plain, and two purled. For the broad, white stripe, alternately, as follows :-Purl one, knit one, (the back part of this stitch is knitted in each instance, ) so as to form a narrow perpendicular stripe. The whole stripe contains seven rows ; then the colored is repeated, then the plain white stripe, and so on until, according to design, there are twelve narrow colored stripes. Between them there must, however, be a decrease in the same manner as for the 227

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 CROCHET

SLIPPER.

BY MRS. JANE WEAVER.

THIS is a very warm slipper, and, therefore, THE SOLE OF SHOE.-You commence with most suitable for an elderly person, or one suf- white wool, and make a ch of 12. 1st row: fering from cold feet. It is worked in ribbed Work 11 de (double crochet. ) 2nd row : 13 de or Russian crochet, (which is plain double ( the increasings are generally made in the plain crochet worked always in the back of the loop rows. ) 3rd row: 13 white looped stitches. 4th instead of the front, ) with a row of looped row : 15 dc. 5th row : 3 white loops, * join the crochet between. The detail No. 1 a gives such black, 1 black lp, 3 white lps ; repeat twice. 6th a clear idea of the stitch that it scarcely re- row : 17 dc. 7th row: 17 white loops. 8th row: quires more explanation ; but for those who 19 de. 9th row: 5 white, 1 black, 6 white, 1 may not be able to work from it, we will de- black, 5 white loops. 10th row : 17 de. 11th scribe the manner of its execution. row : 17 white loops. 12th row: 8 white, 1 In making a looped stitch, you still take up black, 8 white loops. 13th row : 15 dc. 14th the back of the loop, take up the stitch, then row: 15 white loops. 15th row: 13 dc. 16th wind the wool 3 times round the mesh, pass the row: 3 white, 1 black, 5 white, 1 black, 3 white crochet-hook under the loops, draw the wool loops. 17th row: 11 dc. 18th row: 11 white under, then loop the wool over the loops ; then loops. 19th row: 13 dc. 20th row: 6 white, 1 draw through the two on the needle. The loop black, 6 white loops. 21st row : 15 dc. 22nd can be made quite as well by winding over the row : 15 white loops. 23rd row: 17 de. 24th fingers and working in the same manner. The row: 5 white, 1 black, 5 white, 1 black, 5 white top of the shoe is worked to the shape required loops. 25th row: 19 dc. 26th row: 19 white of alternate rows ofblack and white loops. Your loops. 27th row: 19 dc. 28th row: 4 white, * shoemaker will give you a pattern. The stitches1 black, 4 white loops ; repeat twice. 29th row: are increased by working 2 stitches in the 2nd 19 dc. 30th row: 19 white loops. 31st row: stitch at the commencement of a row, and 2 in 19 dc. 32nd row: 3 white, 1 black, 3 white the last but one of the same row. In working loops ; repeat 3 times. 33rd row : 19 dc. 84th the rows, always make 1 ch before commencing. row : 19 white loops. 35th row: 17 dc. 36th After these explanations, you will only require row : As the 28th row. 37th row: 15 dc. 38th the number of looped stitches and plain ones for row: 15 white loops. 39th row: 13 dc. 40th the respective rows, to form the pattern. Mate- row: 3 white, 1 black, 5 white, 1 black, 3 white rials required : 1 ounce of white and black loops. 41st row: 11 de. 42nd row: 11 white Angola wool, a short bone crochet- hook, medium loops. The loops are to be cut and combed, which makes them more fleecy-looking. size, a netting-mesh of an inch wide.

GLOVE-CASE IN SQUARE CROCHET, OR DARNED NETTING. BY MRS. JANE WEAVER. THIS design, for the top of glove-case, (given in the front of the number, ) may be done in fine spool cotton in square crochet, or be netted, and then darned with fine French working cotton ; then stretched over a box or case of the proper 226

size, being previously covered with silk or carebric of some pretty color ; or again, this design may be worked upon canvas, the pattern in clear crystal beads, filling up with a solid color, either in floss silk or zephyr.

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 PIN-CUSHION. BY MRS. JANE WEAVER.

ANY scraps of velvet, cashmere, or silk, will make the ground-work for a very pretty little cushion, as seen above. The cuts below give designs for the top and bottom, which may be worked in cordon with any colors which may contrast with the ground. The side may be

SLIPPER

IN

made of a strip of velvet with two rows of coralstitch upon it. A little wadding should be laid over the cardboard rounds previously to putting on the embroidered covers. Either wadding or bran will make a suitable stuffing for the cushion.

CLOTH

APPLIQUE.

BY MRS. JANE WEAVER. In the front of the number we give an illustration (two engravings) of a toe and back of a slipper in cloth applique. The material of the slipper is gray cloth ; the patterns are worked

in applique, in black and colored cloth, sewn on with colored purse-silk. The stitch to be worked can be seen in illustration. The slipper can be made of any other color, according to taste. 225

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ETC. ,

ETC.

BY MRS. JANE WEAVER. In the front of the number, we give a page of engravings, containing a Segar-Case, a new Dress- Trimming, and a pattern for Insertion. The Segar- Case is to be worked in braid or

PANNIER

DRESS

embroidery on leather or velvet. The DressTrimming is made of velvet ribbons and buttons. The Insertion is to be done in chainstitch and the dots in embroidery.

WITH

CAMARGO

SASH.

BY EMILY H. MAY.

I

OUR BELY WE give here a very pretty pattern for a page, we give a diagram, by which it may be Pannier dress, with what is known as one of cut out: the size of each piece, it will be seen, the fashionable Camargo Sashes. On the next is marked in inches on the diagram. Enlarge VOL. LVI.- 15 223

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 anger of the bureaux if they did not aid him in rescuing his father from the power of Bartos.

On this occasion Bartos rid himself of Joseph by a sarcasm, and this sarcasm was more properly a very serious blow. “I had not thought,” he said to Joseph, “that you would offer yourself as village messenger to the bureaux so long as we had Vena for the purpose. But it is all of a piece with the rest of your hospodarship. You bow the messenger out of your house and turn messenger yourself—before I die I still expect to see you turn kalounkar [tape-pedlar].”

Bartos, as we know, had never far to go for an answer, and generally had the laugh on his side. Thus it came to pass that every one lost who measured his strength with him even before he was ready himself with a suitable retort. Having heard Bartos say his say, people did not wait to hear how his adversary would defend himself: they were convinced that every one who began a dispute with Bartos would be worsted either by fisticuffs or some smart repartee.

And so the neighbours gave way even here to quite audible laughter, looked at one another, turned right-about face, took their way to Frishets, and on the way smilingly observed that Joseph wanted to be a village messenger or a kalounkar [tape-pedlar].

Joseph then was far from being successful on this occasion, he not only became hateful to his neighbours for the want of respect which he had shown towards his father, but he became still more an object of ridicule, and that was a thing he dreaded very much indeed.

But yet he did not despair.

And now as soon as ever his pair of heels had crossed his own doorstep the children on the village green began to play at being messengers and kalounkari [tape-pedlars]; when people met each other their discourse was of messengers and kalounkari. He even heard it amongst his servants. Even when he stood up in chapel, all at once a bee seemed to buzz past his ear and he heard a whisper about the kalounkar [tape-pedlar] and messenger. He heard it even when no one was saying anything about it, but that was seldom. When he went into the ale-house he imagined people there had just ceased to speak about kalounkari, and when he desired to return home he hesitated, because he felt sure that as soon as his back was turned they would begin to talk at once (though they had ceased in his presence) about the kalounkar.


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WORK BASKET ; Enlarged Pattern of the Same.

Trimming of Velvet and Point Russe.

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 Bartos’s witticism flew from Frishets all over the neighbourhood. Joseph heard it afield from the labourers, he heard it on the high road, from the road-mender, who all of a sudden exclaimed with a sigh, “Ah! heavens, when will the kalounkar [tape-pedlar] come this way again; I should like to buy of him a bit of ribbon, mine is quite worn out.” And the road-mender, at these words, laid down his hammer and ceased to break stones and looked at Joseph. Perhaps, even in any case, he would have looked at him as he passed, but at any other time Joseph would have scarcely heeded him; under present circumstances the man’s look galled him.

And thus he saw and heard mockery everywhere, wherever he showed himself. Moreover, his evil destiny contrived that a kalounkar should come about this time to Frishets, who, not daring to put up at the Loykas’s, spread out his wares on the village green. Hereupon, when most of the people had formed a circle round him came Vena and said, “How dare you venture with your tapes and ribbons on to our village green when we have our own kalounkar in the village?”

Those who stood in the circle greeted these words with boisterous merriment, indeed, with acclamations; the children ran about the green squeaking “kalounkar” in shrill trebles, and the boldest of them went before the Loykas’s farmhouse and yelled, “The kalounkar is here, we ourselves are playing at kalounkar”, and every brat wanted to be a kalounkar.

This affair, apparently so trivial, reached such a head that Joseph no longer cared to leave his house, and, in fact, never left it. Vena, standing on the village green, cried to all new-comers who went past Loyka’s farmstead, “None are allowed to enter there, and the peasant proprietor daren’t venture out—just come here here are nice ribbons for you.”

This affair, apparently so trivial, infuriated Joseph to such a degree that he never spoke with any one in the village. He felt that he could not speak with them. Loyka’s farm became the butt of every saucy ribald witling, even a kind of comic song circulated under the name of the “Kalounkarska”, or “Lay of the Kalounkar”, and when any of the musicians straggled into Frishets and began to show off his skill on the village green, all the full-grown lads flocked round him and wanted him to play the “Kalounkarska”. A little later every melody became the “Kalounkarska” if Joseph were within earshot. And they all


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 began to play the “Kalounkarska”, one after the other, although they had been singing quite different songs till then.

And so it came to pass that one day Joseph went to his wife and said, “Barushka, it is impossible for us to hold out any longer in Frishets, I shall sell the farm and we will emigrate elsewhere.” There was no sign of hesitation, he meant it in earnest, nor did Barushka by any means endeavour to divert him from his purpose. So, then, let him find a purchaser and Joseph Loyka would decamp from Frishets.

Not long after this the good folk of Frishets whispered to one another that the kalounkar wanted to decamp. Vena one day delivered on the village green a complete disquisition: How, even this kalounkar, who showed the door to every real kalounkar, was now every day peeping out of that very door, how he had already all his wares in his pack, and how they would soon have to drum him out of the village to his own tune.

At that time, it so fell out, that Bartos, the grave-digger, came into Frishets to pay a visit, and went direct to the house of the mayor.

“I have friends with us just now. Do you come to take their measure—eh?” said the mayor.

“Not exactly that,” said Bartos, “but I could wish to take my spade in hand to clear a certain something out of the way.”

“Well, seat yourself”, said the mayor.

And Bartos began:—

“You are Frank’s guardian, my dear mayor?”

“I am, I am”, admitted the mayor.

“And the money which Frank inherited through his grandfather you gave to me to stow away?”

“I did, I did. You do not, perhaps, want me to take charge of it again? That would be a pretty business. What could I do with it, pray, at my time of life? And, pray, where could it be better stowed away than at your house?”

“I do, indeed, wish you to take charge of it again. It is well stowed away at my house; but it is dead, like everything else that lies there; and this money must not lie dead.”

“And how do you mean to bring it to life, my dear Bartos?”

“Well, thus. I have heard that Joseph desires to sell the farm.”

“And you are the cause of that, my dear Bartos.”

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BY JANE G. AUSTIN. "SUNSET, gentlemen ! The library will close course of that year, Romuald had discovered in five minutes," announced the janitor, taking that the friends, even the lovers, of a wild, his own coat from its peg in the corner, and young man, with his pockets full of money, not even the acquaintances of a poor devil without rattling the bunch of keys in his hand. The few students, who still lingered in the one cent to jingle against another in those same dusky hall, hastened to obey the suggestions pockets, that the accomplishments, or even the thus plainly given, and one after another passed { now solid acquirements of such a young man , through the open door with a brief good-night are not available as legal tender on ' Change ; to the janitor, and, perhaps, some slight word and, finally, that he who cannot dig, while to beg of farewell to each other, as most of them were he is ashamed, runs every chance of starving to habitual visitors, and a sort of acquaintance had death, even in the midst of plenty. "I will go to Gomorrah . Surely, in the largest grown up from the mere fact of sitting several hours a day in each other's society without, and wealthiest city of my native land, there must be some honest work which even I can do, " said however, even hearing each other's names. "All gone! Then I'll go, too, " remarked our young friend at last ; and by the next steamPeters, the janitor, turning round from a last boat he arrived in Gomorrah with precisely niue survey of the smouldering fire, which he was cents in his pocket. Nine cents will not pay for allowed to kindle in the disused fire- place, for even a very modest lodging in Gomorrah, a city his own especial benefit, in this chilly weather where prices are proportioned to the income-tax of its upper ten thousand tax- payers ; but it will of early summer. "All gone ! Yes," repeated the janitor, ab- purchase a limited amount of food, and, consesently, as he went out, locked the door, clumpedquently, in food did Romuald Braithe expend down the stairs, and out into the wintry street, it, purchasing, after long consideration, twelve where the gas, just lighted, contended with the large, soft crackers, for which be paid five cents, and a crumb of cheese, for which he gave the dying daylight. But Peters had not perceived, nor had any other four. The city stood treat for water enough one of the readers so unceremoniously ejected, to wash down this simple repast, and also exthat one of their number remained behind ; and tended the hospitality of the streets to the housethat the worthy janitor's remark, " All gone !" less wanderer, who promenaded them until daywas consequently an untruth, for Romuald light, when he took the liberty of stretching Braithe, fast asleep in a distant alcove, had himself upon a bench in the Park and going to neither heard the announcement of sunset, nor sleep, a proceeding permitted after sunrise, but the steps of his departing comrades, nor the severely censured during the hours of darkness clang of the closing door. by the astute guardians of the public safety. But then, to be sure, Romuald Braithe had an His nap out, our Romuald finished the crackers excuse for sleepiness, in the fact of having re- and cheese, collected and devoured every crumb mained awake and afoot all the previous night, remaining at the bottom of his pockets, and bis reason for this vigil being the simple fact, severely blamed himself for the extravagance that in all the vast city, where he found himself, of purchasing cheese at all ; for, as he sagely he possessed neither home, friend, or the means argued, the cheese only added a relish to the of buying even the semblance of those comforts. biscuit, and tempted me to eat them the faster, Not to evade a truth that must finally be con- while the four cents expended in eight crackers fessed, this hero of ours is hardly better than would have given me a very good breakfast. a good-looking, gentlemanly, well- educated vaChewing this reflection instead of the missing grant, without property or resources other than meal, our young philosopher next set forth in the capricious benevolence of an ill-tempered search of work, and, of course, found none, old man, his uncle, who, having bred him in Gomorrah governing itself strictly upon the luxury, had, in a fit of anger at some unexpected Biblical principle. " To him who hath shall be opposition to his will, turned him out-of-doors, given, and from him who hath not, shall be just about a year before this night. In the taken away even that which he hath .” 280

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 THE LIBRARY O F Toward evening, finding himself too weary and giddy to walk without reeling, or stand without falling, Braithe accosted a policeman. 66 My friend, is there anywhere that I can go and sit down awhile without having to pay for the accommodation ?" " Sure an' there's the Li'bry- it's free to all, " replied Dogberry, himself of such recent impor tation that he had not unlearned all his civility . and Braithe staggered in at the designated door-way, found the library, took a book in his hand, and seating himself upon the floor, in the furthest angie of the remotest alcove, went fast asleep, and so remained for the next six hours. He was awakened by the clang of the city clocks striking midnight, an operation lasting over some ten minutes, an approach to unanimity really wonderful, when we consider that most ofthese clocks are upon Christian churches of different creeds. "Why, where- where am I ?" muttered Romuald Braithe, rubbing his eyes, and sitting up very straight. For manifest reasons, nobody replied to this question ; and after staring about him for a minute or two, the young man scrambled to his feet, stretched himself, and staggered back against the book- shelves. " I'm very hungry," remarked he, plaintively : "and I don't remember where I can be. Oh, yes ! the free library ! I wonder if a fellow is free to die here." No copy of the regulations being at hand, or any light to read it by if there had been, this question also went unanswered, and Romuald remained leaning against the book-shelves, in a profound fit of meditation. “Very hungry, and very cold, " continued he, presently. " I wonder if that old door- keeper has left some fire in his rusty grate? Who knows but the remnant of his luncheon may be found in some of those drawers beside his desk. I will go and sec. If not, I shall eat the binding of one of those books ; I hope I shall be able to find a new one, not too much thumbed. " So muttering, Braithe felt his way along the line of shelves until emerging from the alcove into the open space, he could gain a view of the further end of the hall. A faint glimmer of firelight served to guide him between the Scylla of the reading- table and the Charybdis of the bookcases, and he finally reached a point from which he could command the nook usually occupied by the janitor. To his astonishment it was so occupied now, or at least the figure of an old man was seated in the leathern armchair appropriated to that officer, and appeared

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to be writing diligently in a thick volume bound in vellum. " So the old fellow stayed with us for company ; that was very polite of him, " murmured Braithe, whose brain, giddy from long fasting and recent sleep, seemed incapable of any serious ideas : and advancing a few steps, he politely inquired. Did you stay here to make sure that I should not be disturbed, or was it to keep up the fire for me, my good sir?" Thus addressed, the figure at the desk looked up, fixing his dim, blue eyes upon the face of the young man, who now stood close beside him . Something, he knew not what, in that dim, far-off regard, chilled the blood at Braithe's heart, and involuntarily he drew back from his close vicinity to the supposed janitor. "I beg pardon, sir, " stammered he, confusedly. "What name?" asked the old man, in a voice so like his look that one could hardly tell whether it was the eyes that spoke and the voice that looked, or the converse. 66 What name ?" asked he again, as the youth delayed to answer "My name, do you mean, sir ?" " Surely. You wish your volume, do you not ?" "I-I hardly know. It seems to me that we mistake each other, sir," hesitated Braithe. "I am a mere wayfarer, who, straying into this place overnight, have overslept myself, and am now intruding both upon your time and your premises." "You think so. But you would find it all written in your volume. I knew you would come to-night, but I did not care to look out your name-what is it ?” "My name is Romuald Braithe ; but, excuse me, I hardly think you could have known of my coming, any more than I now know what you mean by my volume. This is the City Library, is it not ?" "This is the Library of Fate, young man, and I am the librarian. Do you see these volumes ?" He waved his hands as he spoke, and Romuald, looking about him, noticed, for the first time, that the bookcases he had already seen were swung open like doors, giving entrance to long arcades and vistas, extending far as the eye could reach, and all lined with tiers upon tiers of books bound like that upon the desk, in white vellum, with a label of read leather at the back. In front of these bookcases, and eagerly examining volumes which they held in their hands, were crowds of figures, which to the bewildered vision of the young man seemed incapable of

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BY JANE G. AUSTIN. "SUNSET, gentlemen ! The library will close course of that year, Romuald had discovered in five minutes, " announced the janitor, taking that the friends, even the lovers, of a wild, his own coat from its peg in the corner, and young man, with his pockets full of money, not rattling the bunch of keys in his hand. even the acquaintances of a poor devil without The few students, who still lingered in the one cent to jingle against another in those same dusky hall, hastened to obey the suggestions pockets, that the accomplishments, or even the thus plainly given, and one after another passed now solid acquirements of such a young man , through the open door with a brief good-night are not available as legal tender on ' Change ; to the janitor, and, perhaps, some slight word and, finally, that he who cannot dig, while to beg of farewell to each other, as most of them were he is ashamed, runs every chance of starving to habitual visitors, and a sort of acquaintance had death, even in the midst of plenty. grown up from the mere fact of sitting several "I will go to Gomorrah. Surely, in the largest hours a day in each other's society without, and wealthiest city of my native land, there must be some honest work which even I can do," said however, even hearing each other's names. "All gone ! Then I'll go, too, " remarked our young friend at last ; and by the next steanPeters, the janitor, turning round from a last boat he arrived in Gomorrah with precisely nine survey of the smouldering fire, which he was cents in his pocket. Nine cents will not pay for allowed to kindle in the disused fire- place, for even a very modest lodging in Gomorrahı, a city his own especial benefit, in this chilly weather where prices are proportioned to the income-tax of early summer. of its upper ten thousand tax-payers ; but it will "All gone ! Yes," repeated the janitor, ab- purchase a limited amount of food, and, consesently, as he went out, locked the door, clumpedquently, in food did Romuald Braithe expend down the stairs, and out into the wintry street, it, purchasing, after long consideration, twelve where the gas, just lighted, contended with the large, soft crackers, for which be paid five cents, and a crumb of cheese, for which he gave the dying daylight. But Peters had not perceived, nor had any other four. The city stood treat for water enough one of the readers so unceremoniously ejected, to wash down this simple repast, and also exthat one of their number remained behind ; and tended the hospitality of the streets to the housethat the worthy janitor's remark, " All gone !" less wanderer, who promenaded them until daywas consequently an untruth, for Romuald light, when he took the liberty of stretching Braithe, fast asleep in a distant alcove, had himself upon a bench in the Park and going to neither heard the announcement of sunset, nor sleep, a proceeding permitted after sunrise, but the steps of his departing comrades, nor the severely censured during the hours of darkness clang of the closing door. by the astute guardians of the public safety. But then, to be sure, Romuald Braithe had an His nap out, our Romuald finished the crackers excuse for sleepiness, in the fact of having re- and cheese, collected and devoured every crumb mained awake and afoot all the previous night, remaining at the bottom of his pockets, and bis reason for this vigil being the simple fact, severely blamed himself for the extravagance that in all the vast city, where he found himself, of purchasing cheese at all : for, as he sagely he possessed neither home, friend, or the means argued, the cheese only added a relish to the of buying even the semblance of those comforts. biscuit, and tempted me to eat them the faster, Not to evade a truth that must finally be con- while the four cents expended in eight crackers fessed, this hero of ours is hardly better than would have given me a very good breakfast. Chewing this reflection instead of the missing a good- looking, gentlemanly, well- educated vagrant, without property or resources other than meal, our young philosopher next set forth in the capricious benevolence of an ill-tempered search of work, and, of course, found none, old man, his uncle, who, having bred him in Gomorrah governing itself strictly upon the luxury, had, in a fit of anger at some unexpected Biblical principle. " To him who hath shall be opposition to his will, turned him out- of-doors, given, and from him who hath not, shall be just about a year before this night. In the taken away even that which he hath. " 280

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 281 LIBRARY OF FATE. www. Toward evening, finding himself too weary to be writing diligently in a thick volume bound and giddy to walk without reeling, or stand in vellum. without falling, Braithe accosted a policeman. "So the old fellow stayed with us for com"My friend, is there anywhere that I can go pany; that was very polite of him, " murmured and sit down awhile without having to pay for Braithe, whose brain, giddy from long fasting the accommodation ?" capable of any and recent sleep, seemed "Sure an' there's the Li'bry -it's free to all, " serious ideas : and advancing a few steps, he replied Dogberry, himself of such recent impor- politely inquired. Did you stay here to make sure that I should tation that he had not unlearned all his civility. and Braithe staggered in at the designated not be disturbed, or was it to keep up the fire door-way, found the library, took a book in for me, my good sir ?" Thus addressed, the figure at the desk looked his hand, and seating himself upon the floor, in the furthest angie of the remotest alcove, went up, fixing his dim, blue eyes upon the face or fast asleep, and so remained for the next six the young man, who now stood close beside hours. him . Something, he knew not what, in that He was awakened by the clang of the city dim, far-off regard, chilled the blood at Braithe's clocks striking midnight, an operation lasting heart, and involuntarily he drew back from his over some ten minutes, an approach to una- close vicinity to the supposed janitor. nimity really wonderful, when we consider that "I beg pardon, sir, " stammered he, conmost of these clocks are upon Christian churches fusedly. of different creeds. "What name?" asked the old man, in a voice "Why, where- where am I ?" muttered Ro- so like his look that one could hardly tell muald Braithe, rubbing his eyes, and sitting whether it was the eyes that spoke and the up very straight. For manifest reasons, nobody voice that looked, or the converse. "What name?" asked he again, as the youth replied to this question ; and after staring about him for a minute or two, the young man scram- delayed to answer "'My name, do you mean, sir ?" bled to his feet, stretched himself, and staggered back against the book- shelves. " Surely. You wish your volume, do you not ?" "I-I hardly know. It seems to me that we " I'm very hungry," remarked he, plaintively : "and I don't remember where I can be. Oh, mistake each other, sir, " hesitated Braithe. " I yes ! the free library ! I wonder if a fellow is am a mere wayfarer, who, straying into this free to die here. " place overnight, have overslept myself, and am No copy of the regulations being at hand, or now intruding both upon your time and your any light to read it by if there had been, this { premises. " "You think so. But you would find it all question also went unanswered, and Romuald remained leaning against the book-shelves, in a written in your volume. I knew you would profound fit of meditation. come to - night, but I did not care to look out "Very hungry, and very cold, " continued he, your name- what is it ?" 46 presently. " I wonder if that old door -keeper My name is Romuald Braithe ; but, excuse has left some fire in his rusty grate? Who me, I hardly think you could have known of my knows but the remnant of his luncheon may be coming, any more than I now know what you found in some of those drawers beside his desk. mean by my volume. This is the City Library, I will go and sec. If not, I shall eat the bind- is it not ?" " This is the Library of Fate, young man, and ing of one of those books ; I hope I shall be able to find a new one, not too much thumbed. ” I am the librarian. Do you see these volumes ?" So muttering, Braithe felt his way along the He waved his hands as he spoke, and Romuald, line of shelves until emerging from the alcove looking about him, noticed, for the first time, into the open space, he could gain a view of that the bookcases he had already seen were the further end of the hall. A faint glimmer of swung open like doors, giving entrance to long firelight served to guide him between the Scylla arcades and vistas, extending far as the eye of the reading- table and the Charybdis of the could reach, and all lined with tiers upon tiers bookcases, and he finally reached a point from of books bound like that upon the desk, in white which he could command the nook usually vellum, with a label of read leather at the back. occupied by the janitor. To his astonishment In front of these bookcases, and eagerly examinit was so occupied now, or at least the figure ofing volumes which they held in their hands, an old man was seated in the leathern arm- were crowds of figures, which to the bewildered chair appropriated to that officer, and appeared vision of the young man seemed incapable of THE

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 THE LIBRARY Toward evening, finding himself too weary and giddy to walk without reeling, or stand without falling, Braithe accosted a policeman. “ My friend, is there anywhere that I can go and sit down awhile without having to pay for the accommodation ?" " Sure an' there's the Li'bry-it's free to all," replied Dogberry, himself of such recent importation that he had not unlearned all his civility . and Braithe staggered in at the designated door-way, found the library, took a book in his hand, and seating himself upon the floor, in the furthest angie of the remotest alcove, went fast asleep, and so remained for the next six hours.

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to be writing diligently in a thick volume bound in vellum. "So the old fellow stayed with us for company ; that was very polite of him, ” murmured Braithe, whose brain, giddy from long fasting and recent sleep, seemed incapable of any serious ideas : and advancing a few steps, he politely inquired. "Did you stay here to make sure that I should not be disturbed, or was it to keep up the fire for me, my good sir?" Thus addressed, the figure at the desk looked up, fixing his dim, blue eyes upon the face or the young man, who now stood close beside him . Something, he knew not what, in that He was awakened by the clang of the city dim , far-off regard , chilled the blood at Braithe's clocks striking midnight, an operation lasting heart, and involuntarily he drew back from his over some ten minutes, an approach to una- close vicinity to the supposed janitor. nimity really wonderful, when we consider that "I beg pardon, sir," stammered he, conmost of these clocks are upon Christian churches fusedly. 66 What name?" asked the old man, in a voice of different creeds. "Why, where- where am I ?" muttered Ro- so like his look that one could hardly tell muald Braithe, rubbing his eyes, and sitting whether it was the eyes that spoke and the up very straight. For manifest reasons, nobody { voice that looked, or the converse. replied to this question ; and after staring about "What name ?" asked he again, as the youth him for a minute or two, the young man scram- { delayed to answer "" My name, do you mean, sir ?" bled to his feet, stretched himself, and staggered back against the book- shelves. "Surely. You wish your volume, do you not ?" "I-I hardly know. It seems to me that we " I'm very hungry," remarked he, plaintively: "and I don't remember where I can be. Oh, mistake each other, sir, " hesitated Braithe. "I yes ! the free library ! I wonder if a fellow is am a mere wayfarer, who, straying into this free to die here. " place overnight, have overslept myself, and am No copy of the regulations being at hand, or now intruding both upon your time and your any light to read it by if there had been, this { premises. " "You think so. But you would find it all question also went unanswered, and Romuald remained leaning against the book-shelves, in a written in your volume. I knew you would profound fit of meditation. come to- night, but I did not care to look out "Very hungry, and very cold, " continued he, your name- what is it ?" .. My name is Romuald Braithe ; but, excuse presently. " I wonder if that old door-keeper has left some fire in his rusty grate? Who me, I hardly think you could have known of my knows but the remnant of his luncheon may be coming, any more than I now know what you found in some of those drawers beside his desk. mean by my volume. This is the City Library, I will go and see. If not, I shall eat the bind- is it not ?" ing of one of those books ; I hope I shall be able " This is the Library of Fate, young man, and to find a new one, not too much thumbed." I am the librarian. Do you see these volumes?" So muttering, Braithe felt his way along the He waved his hands as he spoke, and Romuald, line of shelves until emerging from the alcove looking about him, noticed, for the first time, into the open space, he could gain a view of that the bookcases he had already seen were the further end of the hall. A faint glimmer of swung open like doors, giving entrance to long firelight served to guide him between the Scylla arcades and vistas, extending far as the eye of the reading- table and the Charybdis of the could reach, and all lined with tiers upon tiers bookcases, and he finally reached a point from of books bound like that upon the desk, in white which he could command the nook usually vellum, with a label of read leather at the back. occupied by the janitor. To his astonishment In front of these bookcases, and eagerly examinit was so occupied now, or at least the figure of ing volumes which they held in their hands, an old man was seated in the leathern arm- were crowds of figures, which to the bewildered chair appropriated to that officer, and appeared vision of the young man seemed incapable of

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BY JANE G. AUSTIN. "SUNSET, gentlemen ! The library will close course of that year, Romuald had discovered in five minutes," announced the janitor, taking that the friends, even the lovers, of a wild, his own coat from its peg in the corner, and young man, with his pockets full of money, not rattling the bunch of keys in his hand. even the acquaintances of a poor devil without The few students, who still lingered in the one cent to jingle against another in those same dusky hall, hastened to obey the suggestions pockets, that the accomplishments, or even the thus plainly given, and one after another passed now solid acquirements of such a young man, through the open door with a brief good-night are not available as legal tender on ' Change; to the janitor, and, perhaps, some slight word and, finally, that he who cannot dig, while to beg of farewell to each other, as most of them were he is ashamed, runs every chance of starving to habitual visitors, and a sort of acquaintance had death, even in the midst of plenty. "I will go to Gomorrah. Surely, in the largest grown up from the mere fact of sitting several hours a day in each other's society without, and wealthiest city of my native land, there must be some honest work which even I can do, " said however, even hearing each other's names. "All gone! Then I'll go, too, " remarked our young friend at last ; and by the next steamPeters , the janitor, turning round from a last boat he arrived in Gomorrah with precisely nine survey of the smouldering fire, which he was cents in his pocket. Nine cents will not pay for allowed to kindle in the disused fire-place, for even a very modest lodging in Gomorrah, a city his own especial benefit, in this chilly weather where prices are proportioned to the income-tax of early summer. of its upper ten thousand tax-payers ; but it will "All gone ! Yes, " repeated the janitor, ab- purchase a limited amount of food, and, consesently, as he went out, locked the door, clumped quently, in food did Romuald Braithe expend down the stairs, and out into the wintry street, it, purchasing, after long consideration, twelve where the gas, just lighted, contended with the large, soft crackers, for which be paid five cents, and a crumb of cheese, for which he gave the dying daylight. But Peters had not perceived, nor had any other four. The city stood treat for water enough one of the readers so unceremoniously ejected, to wash down this simple repast, and also exthat one of their number remained behind ; and ( tended the hospitality of the streets to the housethat the worthy janitor's remark, " All gone !" less wanderer, who promenaded them until daywas consequently an untruth, for Romuald light, when he took the liberty of stretching Braithe, fast asleep in a distant alcove, had himself upon a bench in the Park and going to neither heard the announcement of sunset, nor sleep, a proceeding permitted after sunrise, but the steps of his departing comrades, nor the severely censured during the hours of darkness clang of the closing door. by the astute guardians of the public safety. But then, to be sure, Romuald Braithe had an His nap out, our Romuald finished the crackers excuse for sleepiness, in the fact of having re- and cheese, collected and devoured every crumb mained awake and afoot all the previous night, remaining at the bottom of his pockets, and bis reason for this vigil being the simple fact, severely blamed himself for the extravagance that in all the vast city, where he found himself, of purchasing cheese at all : for, as he sagely he possessed neither home, friend, or the means argued, the cheese only added a relish to the of buying even the semblance of those comforts. { biscuit, and tempted me to eat them the faster, Not to evade a truth that must finally be con- while the four cents expended in eight crackers fessed, this hero of ours is hardly better than would have given me a very good breakfast. Chewing this reflection instead of the missing a good- looking, gentlemanly, well- educated vagrant, without property or resources other than meal, our young philosopher next set forth in the capricious benevolence of an ill-tempered search of work, and, of course, found none, old man, his uncle, who, having bred him in Gomorrah governing itself strictly upon the luxury, had, in a fit of anger at some unexpected Biblical principle. " To him who hath shall be opposition to his will, turned him out- of-doors, given, and from him who hath not, shall be just about a year before this night. In the taken away even that which he hath." 280

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Toward evening, finding himself too weary to be writing diligently in a thick volume bound and giddy to walk without reeling, or stand in vellum. without falling, Braithe accosted a policeman. "So the old fellow stayed with us for com"My friend, is there anywhere that I can go pany ; that was very polite of him, " murmured and sit down awhile without having to pay for Braithe, whose brain, giddy from long fasting the accommodation?" and recent sleep, seemed incapable of any " Sure an' there's the Li'bry--it s free to all," serious ideas : and advancing a few steps, he replied Dogberry, himself of such recent impor- { politely inquired. .. Did you stay here to make sure that I should tation that he had not unlearned all his civility : and Braithe staggered in at the designated not be disturbed, or was it to keep up the fire door-way, found the library, took a book in for me, my good sir?” Thus addressed, the figure at the desk looked his hand, and seating himself upon the floor, in the furthest angie of the remotest alcove, went up, fixing his dim, blue eyes upon the face of fast asleep, and so remained for the next six the young man, who now stood close beside hours. him. Something, he knew not what, in that He was awakened by the clang of the city dim, far- off regard, chilled the blood at Braithe's clocks striking midnight, an operation lasting heart, and involuntarily he drew back from his over some ten minutes, an approach to una- close vicinity to the supposed janitor. "I beg pardon, sir, " stammered he, connimity really wonderful, when we consider that most ofthese clocks are upon Christian churches fusedly. 66'What name ?" asked the old man, in a voice of different creeds. "Why, where- where am I ?" muttered Ro- so like his look that one could hardly tell muald Braithe, rubbing his eyes, and sitting whether it was the eyes that spoke and the up very straight. For manifest reasons, nobody { voice that looked, or the converse. "What name ?" asked he again, as the youth replied to this question ; and after staring about him for a minute or two, the young man scram- delayed to answer bled to his feet, stretched himself, and staggered " My name, do you mean, sir ?" back against the book- shelves. "Surely. You wish your volume, do you not ?” "I-I hardly know. It seems to me that we " I'm very hungry, " remarked he, plaintively : "and I don't remember where I can be. Oh, mistake each other, sir, " hesitated Braithe . " I yes! the free library ! I wonder if a fellow is am a mere wayfarer, who, straying into this free to die here." place overnight, have overslept myself, and am No copy of the regulations being at hand, or now intruding both upon your time and your any light to read it by if there had been, this premises." "You think so. But you would find it all question also went unanswered, and Romuald remained leaning against the book-shelves, in a written in your volume. I knew you would profound fit of meditation. come to-night, but I did not care to look out "Very hungry, and very cold, " continued he, your name-what is it ?" "My name is Romuald Braithe ; but, excuse presently. " I wonder if that old door-keeper has left some fire in his rusty grate ? Who me, I hardly think you could have known of my knows but the remnant of his luncheon may be coming, any more than I now know what you found in some of those drawers beside his desk. mean by my volume. This is the City Library, I will go and sec. If not, I shall eat the bind- is it not ?" ing of one of those books ; I hope I shall be able "This is the Library of Fate, young man, and to find a new one, not too much thumbed. ” I am the librarian. Do you see these volumes ?" So muttering, Braithe felt his way along the He waved his hands as he spoke, and Romuald, line of shelves until emerging from the alcove looking about him, noticed, for the first time, into the open space, he could gain a view of that the bookcases he had already seen were the further end of the hall. A faint glimmer of swung open like doors, giving entrance to long firelight served to guide him between the Scylla arcades and vistas, extending far as the eye of the reading- table and the Charybdis of the could reach, and all lined with tiers upon tiers bookcases, and he finally reached a point from of books bound like that upon the desk, in white which he could command the nook usually vellum, with a label of read leather at the back. occupied by the janitor. To his astonishment In front of these bookcases, and eagerly examinit was so occupied now, or at least the figure of ing volumes which they held in their hands, an old man was seated in the leathern arm- were crowds of figures, which to the bewildered chair appropriated to that officer, and appeared vision of the young man seemed incapable of

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"I have had it made smaller, and engraved with the date and initials all right. It is just a good fit now, isn't it, Tilly ?" said he, holding the hand that wore the ring as though it belonged to him. Miss Wooley, with her rolled-up hair bobbing about her face in consumptive wisps, looked out upon this little scene with a practiced eye, and with an expression of pity mingled with gratitude on her mature countenance. "Oh, yes ! well ; and so this is the way he is consoling himself, " said she, as, forgetting to nod even a good-morning to her, they presently moved down the village street together. "Oh, well! they will make a very pretty pair, and I am glad I put it in his head. It came over me like an inspiration to mention the name of Matilda Bryan at the dinner-table, yesterday, way whenever his eye fell on me—and I could and direct off his attention that way. I persoon see he understood what that meant." ceived he looked interested the self-same moThe laughing black eyes under the lilac-treement I spoke it ; and I felt a pang of gratitude fairly danced with delight, and at that very that I could help him to any consolation for his instant-"talk of angels and one hears the disappointment about me. " rustling of their wings" -behold young Mr. Then she put on her mitts and her glasses, Greenough came up to the window with quite and sat down to the reading of Fox's " Book of the air of having a right to stand there. Then, the Martyrs' again, while the lovers went on after bowing politely to Miss Wooley, he took their way with rings on their fingers, and an from his pocket a sparkling ring, and put it on unformed impression that all the crows in the Tilly's willing first finger. world had suddenly turned into turtle-doves. "Why, Tilly Bryan, you child! Your voice come ' pon me so unexpected-like, that it fairly sent the cold chills over me, " cried Miss Wooley, who was doing up her hair in papers, with her back toward the window. "Well, Miss Wooley, that must be so much better than hot chills this sultry day," returned Tilly. "But I have those, too, when I get a little started at anything. First a cold chill, then a hot one flashing over me with a kind of crawling sensation. It is the nerves, I expect. And that is one reason why I would have nothing to say to that brother of Dr. Greenough. I always contented, a nervous person isn't suitable to marry no ways ; and I've often said I didn't meant to do it, not while I have the use of my reason. So I just looked purposely the other

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ON a sunset cloud, of rosy glow, Once stood a castle grand ; Its gates were white as a drift of snow, They opened and shut at my command, And I left the world and its cares below, And stood in fairy-land. Ah ! the day was golden there, and long, For no sunset-hour drew nigh; And the beautiful notes of the feathered throng Were ringing above in the azure sky, As I entered the fairy-land of song, And joined in the melody.

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My heart was light as the fountain's spray, That fell among the flowers ; For I cast all gloom from my heart away When I bade farewell to this world of ours; So I joined in the merry roundelay, And gayly spent the hours. But my beautiful dream too quickly sped" Oh! what a fall was there!" For I found myself back in my humble shed As if I had aye and forever been there! The music was hushed, and vanished and fled, My castle in the air.

WATER.

BY FRANCES HENRIETTA SHEFFIELD. I GAZE upon the waste of waters, A drearier waste my life must be; Sunlight may brighten o'er the ocean, But what good days shall shine for me? The friends I loved are calmly sleeping, In graves the Spring-time keepeth green ; And some are dead and cold to friendship, I count them as they ne'er had been. Hopes and ambitions blooming proudly, Like dream of Summer passed ye by ;

I only know that once ye flourished, But faint, now, e'en your memory. And naught is left me ; yes, there's something, While there is grief I can assuage; Or nobly stem temptation's torrent, Or hold the grand truths of the age. No life is base when these are given ; No life can fail when these are done ; Pleasure and honor are but fleeting, But faith and worth outlast the sun.

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BY MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS. [Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York.] CONTINUED FROM PAGE 222. CHAPTER XVI. yet lay up honors and riches for our little one. ' ALL night long Marguerite Gosner lay by her Then in this beautiful hope he has come back mother's side, with that precious paper folded and embraced us again. I was weeping, for a close to her heart. She did not sleep, though strange, black presentiment of evil crept over the last two days had been full of excitement me ; but you sent kisses after him, fluttering and fatigue ; but her wild, bright eyes were that little hand in the air like a butterfly. He wide open, looking through the darkness, and waved his hand in adieu ; I saw him blinded by picturing there a scene of exceeding joy that tears ; I watched him depart. His voice sounded would come to them upon the morrow. How like a knell through my whole being ; the soroften during that night did she steal her hand rows of an eternal parting fell upon me. Then under the pillow, and draw forth the ivory cru- I felt your arms around my neck, and the soft cifix hidden there, that her lips, all quivering pressure of your lips on my face ; your tiny with thankfulness, might kiss it in blessing of hands, soft and white as rose-leaves, brushed the Holy Mother for the great happiness that away my tears. Oh! how I loved you, how I filled her heart. Yet all this was done so quietly do love you - his child, his child and mine." She threw her arms around the girl in a pasthat the woman by her side thought the girl asleep, and scarcely dared to draw an irregularsion of love ; then she pushed the young creabreath lest she might disturb her. Thus the ture away, and looked down in her face with a morning found them so restless with happiness, wild consciousness of the great change that had that it amounted almost to pain. fallen upon her. Beautiful as the face was, it "What if they would not give him up," seemed to fill her with infinite regret. thought the poor woman, who had been so "But the child is gone, " she cried out ; "this often thrust back from her hope, that nothing is a woman who holds up her arms and tries to good ever seemed quite sure to her ; "or he comfort me. Gosner will not know her ; he will might be taken suddenly ill and be unable to not know me. This child is the creature I was move. The king might be persuaded to retract then, young, beautiful, delicate. In her he may his mercy-she had heard of such things." Thus recognize the woman he loved ; but in me what the poor woman, who had been so long inured will be find, lines of sorrow where he left dimto suffering that she did not know how to be ples, golden hair turned to ashes, which long happy, tormented herself through that long, long years of suffering strews upon the head. Alas, night ; but when the day broke and Marguerite's alas ! this is not all joy ; these cruel people have eyes looked into hers all this changed. Her dug a gulf between us since I was like you, my heart leaped toward the hope held out to it. child. When we meet on the other side, the She reached forth her arms, and drawing the young man and that girlish wife will have disyoung girl to her bosom with an intensity of appeared forever. A man and a woman will affection never known to her before, cried out, clasp hands, broken down with sorrow, each " To-day, this very day we shall see your carrying a weight of years that cruelty has.ren father, so good, so learned, so wonderfully beau- dered a dead blank. The king bas pardoned tiful ! Ah, Marguerite, my child ! I almost feel him, the queen has smiled on you ; but is there his last kiss on my lips, my forehead, and my in all their royalty power enough to take back hair. You were clinging to me, one arm about the awful wrong that has been done to us?" my neck, the other reaching forth to him. Only Marguerite trembled and grew pale in her a few days,' he said, and I may come back mother's arms. Never, since her first rememcovered with honors. The King of France has brance, had she seen that look of wild excitesent for me- Louis has learned that Gosner is ment on her face, or heard that thrill of agony wise, that he has a knowledge of wonderful in her voice. And this was the morning which things in his brain. Perhaps my wife, we may should have been so resplendent in their lives. 291

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" I have had it made smaller, and engraved "Why, Tilly Bryan, you child ! Your voice come ' pon me so unexpected -like, that it fairly with the date and initials all right. It is just sent the cold chills over me, " cried Miss Wooley, a good fit now, isn't it, Tilly ?" said he, holding who was doing up her hair in papers, with her the hand that wore the ring as though it beback toward the window. longed to him. "Well, Miss Wooley, that must be so much Miss Wooley, with her rolled-up hair bobbing better than hot chills this sultry day," returned about her face in consumptive wisps, looked out upon this little scene with a practiced eye, and Tilly. "But I have those, too, when I get a little with an expression of pity mingled with gratistarted at anything. First a cold chill, then a tude on her mature countenance. hot one flashing over me with a kind of crawl"Oh, yes ! well ; and so this is the way he is ing sensation. It is the nerves, I expect. And consoling himself," said she, as, forgetting to that is one reason why I would have nothing tonod even a good-morning to her, they presently say to that brother of Dr. Greenough. I always moved down the village street together. " Oh, contented, a nervous person isn't suitable to well ! they will make a very pretty pair, and I marry no ways ; and I've often said I didn't am glad I put it in his head. It came over me meant to do it, not while I have the use of my like an inspiration to mention the name of reason. So I just looked purposely the other Matilda Bryan at the dinner-table, yesterday, way whenever his eye fell on me -and I could and direct off his attention that way. I persoon see he understood what that meant." ceived he looked interested the self- same moThe laughing black eyes under the lilac-treement I spoke it ; and I felt a pang of gratitude fairly danced with delight, and at that very that I could help him to any consolation for his instant "talk of angels and one hears the disappointment about me. " rustling of their wings"-behold young Mr. Then she put on her mitts and her glasses, Greenough came up to the window with quite { and sat down to the reading of Fox's " Book of the air of having a right to stand there. Then, the Martyrs" again, while the lovers went on after bowing politely to Miss Wooley, he took their way with rings on their fingers, and an from his pocket a sparkling ring, and put it on unformed impression that all the crows in the world had suddenly turned into turtle-doves. Tilly's willing first finger.

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BY F. V. HITCHCOCK. ON a sunset cloud, of rosy glow, Once stood a castle grand ; Its gates were white as a drift of snow, They opened and shut at my command, And I left the world and its cares below, And stood in fairy-land. Ah! the day was golden there, and long, For no sunset-hour drew nigh; And the beautiful notes of the feathered throng Were ringing above in the azure sky, As I entered the fairy-land of song, And joined in the melody.

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WATER.

BY FRANCES HENRIETTA SHEFFIELD. I GAZE upon the waste of waters, A drearier waste my life must be ; Sunlight may brighten o'er the ocean, But what good days shall shine for me? The friends I loved are calmly sleeping, In graves the Spring-time keepeth green ; And some are dead and cold to friendship, I count them as they ne'er had been. Hopes and ambitions blooming proudly, Like dream of Summer passed ye by ;

I only know that once ye flourished, But faint, now, e'en your memory. And naught is left me; yes, there's something, While there is grief I can assuage; Or nobly stem temptation's torrent, Or hold the grand truths of the age. No life is base when these are given ; No life can fail when these are done ; Pleasure and honor are but fleeting, But faith and worth outlast the sun.

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BY MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS. [Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York.] CONTINUED FROM PAGE 222.

yet lay up honors and riches for our little one.' CHAPTER XVI. ALL night long Marguerite Gosner lay by her Then in this beautiful hope he has come back mother's side, with that precious paper folded and embraced us again. I was weeping, for a close to her heart. She did not sleep, though strange, black presentiment of evil crept over the last two days had been full of excitement me ; but you sent kisses after him, fluttering and fatigue ; but her wild, bright eyes were that little hand in the air like a butterfly. He wide open, looking through the darkness, and waved his hand in adieu ; I saw him blinded by picturing there a scene of exceeding joy that tears ; I watched him depart. His voice sounded would come to them upon the morrow. How like a knell through my whole being ; the soroften during that night did she steal her hand rows of an eternal parting fell upon me. Then under the pillow, and draw forth the ivory cru- I felt your arms around my neck, and the soft cifix hidden there, that her lips, all quivering pressure of your lips on my face ; your tiny with thankfulness, might kiss it in blessing of hands, soft and white as rose-leaves, brushed the Holy Mother for the great happiness that away my tears. Oh how I loved you, how I filled her heart. Yet all this was done so quietly { do love you—his child, his child and mine. " She threw her arms around the girl in a pasthat the woman by her side thought the girl asleep, and scarcely dared to draw an irregular sion of love ; then she pushed the young creabreath lest she might disturb her. Thus the ture away, and looked down in her face with a morning found them so restless with happiness, wild consciousness of the great change that had fallen upon her. Beautiful as the face was, it that it amounted almost to pain. "What if they would not give him up, " seemed to fill her with infinite regret. thought the poor woman, who had been so "But the child is gone," she cried out ; "this often thrust back from her hope, that nothing is a woman who holds up her arms and tries to good ever seemed quite sure to her ; "or he comfort me. Gosner will not know her ; he will nght be taken suddenly ill and be unable to not know me. This child is the creature I was move. The king might be persuaded to retract then, young, beautiful, delicate. In her he may his mercy -she had heard of such things. " Thus recognize the woman he loved ; but in me what the poor woman, who had been so long inured will he find, lines of sorrow where he left dimto suffering that she did not know how to be ples, golden hair turned to ashes, which long happy, tormented herself through that long, long years of suffering strews upon the head. Alas, night ; but when the day broke and Marguerite's alas ! this is not all joy ; these cruel people have eyes looked into hers all this changed. Her dug a gulf between us since I was like you, my heart leaped toward the hope held out to it. child. When we meet on the other side, the She reached forth her arms, and drawing the young man and that girlish wife will have disyoung girl to her bosom with an intensity of appeared forever. A man and a woman will affection never known to her before, cried out, clasp hands, broken down with sorrow, each "To-day, this very day we shall see your carrying a weight of years that cruelty has.ren father, so good, so learned , so wonderfully beau- dered a dead blank. The king bas pardoned tiful ! Ah, Marguerite, my child ! I almost feel him, the queen has smiled on you ; but is there his last kiss on my lips, my forehead , and my in all their royalty power enough to take back hair. You were clinging to me, one arm about the awful wrong that has been done to us ?" my neck, the other reaching forth to him. Only Marguerite trembled and grew pale in her a few days,' he said, and I may come back mother's arms. Never, since her first rememcovered with honors. The King of France has brance, had she seen that look of wild excitesent for me- Louis has learned that Gosner is ment on her face, or heard that thrill of agony wise, that he has a knowledge of wonderful in her voice. And this was the morning which things in his brain. Perhaps my wife, we may should have been so resplendent in their lives. 291

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 “Not I, but you, mayor, are to be the purchaser.”

“Oh! so I am to buy Loyka’s farm?”

“Yes, as Frank’s guardian, with Frank’s money, and for Frank. If there is not sufficient, you can advance the money, or a debt might remain on the estate. Frank is young and can economize. Besides this, he has his younger-son’s portion on the estate. That would accrue.”

The mayor began to reflect. “Hum! It would accrue: perhaps it might be done.”

“If only he wishes to sell?”

“That I could find out from him. I could, indeed, invite him to our house; but now, no one can entice him out of his own at any price of which you are the cause. I could go to him myself.”

„No, no, mayor! No, no! He must send for you. We must so contrive, not that we should seem bent on buying the farm, but that Joseph should seem bent on selling it.”

“Not in vain do they call you a ‘sapient grave-digger’”, said the mayor flatteringly. “But, frankly, my dear Bartos, I do not as yet see your drift.”

Bartos was glad that he had hit upon something which no one else had hit upon before, and that the mayor had said in so many words that his [Bartos’s] more elaborate design eluded his penetration.

“It is as follows”, explained Bartos. “Old Loyka will not return to his estate. Of that you are convinced?”

“Of that I am convinced”, repeated the mayor.

“That is to say, so long as Joseph is on the farm”, continued Bartos.

“So long as Joseph is there?” said the mayor, interrogatively, as though he again failed to grasp the scheme of the grave-digger.

“Then my idea is this. Might not old Loyka return to his farmstead if Joseph was there no more?”

“If he was not there? That pleases me. That might be.”

“And if everything else there was rearranged just as it was wont to be in times gone by—Loyka to command the servants; in the chambers by the coach-house mirth to reign as in the days of old; Loyka to dwell in the farmhouse and be hospodar, both in name and reality; Frank, voluntarily, to be subservient to his wishes, whereby we should make a good hospodar of Frank. Do you not think that in this manner old Loyka might yet recover his health?”


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 YOUNG LADY'S DRESS. CHILD'S DRESS.

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 WALKING-DRESS. COLLAR. QUILTED CAPE.

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 WALKING-DRESS. SQUARE NECKED CAPE. WHITE PUFFED BODY FOR YOUNG GIRL.

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 This proposal pleased the mayor.

“If he did not recover, what help? We should have done what we could. At all events, Frank would gain a constant occupation and all pretexts would be removed from old Loyka for tormenting himself further.”

“Grave-digger, the more I reflect about it, the more I like it. And for my part, I am almost convinced that Loyka will recover.”

And the mayor rubbed his hands and said to Bartos, “You would be the cause of this also.” They so contrived it that Joseph Loyka sent that same day for the mayor, and came to terms with him about the price of the farm, which the mayor bought in his own name. A few days after the terms of the agreement were made out in writing, and soon after the grave-digger brought Frank’s money, which in great part defrayed the cost of the farm.

And here the mayor desired that Bartos should also sign his name as a witness to the agreement. But Bartos absolutely refused his signature, fearing lest Joseph might hear that he was the cause of it all and might yet revoke the agreement at the last moment—a notion which was not altogether devoid of foundation.

And so it came to pass that Joseph decamped from Frishets, not being able to support the ridicule which assailed him on an estate where he could support no one near himself—not even his own father. He sneaked off without giving his neighbours one farewell embrace, as though he had never in his life been on intimate terms with them. He sneaked off in the early hours of the morning, when he thought that every one was still asleep, and he could consequently most easily elude the mockery and taunts of the village—the last taunts and mockery.

He eluded them for that day. He migrated to a distant quarter of the country where people knew him not. But taunts and mockery were raised like dust behind him, when it was learnt how he had eluded them. The “Kalounkarska”, which they had intended to sing at his departure was now sung by the irritated youths of Frishets through the long hours of the evening, and before the farmstead long into the night.


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KNICKERBOCKER SUIT FOR

Good heavens ! Had the widow gone mad! She took off her bonnet and veil, unfastened her cloak, unhooked her crinoline and skirts, and stepped out- wonder of wonders ! the bridegroom, George Lyon! Squire Lemon gave one gasping cry, no more he was too far gone. He sat staring like a man who has taken leave of his senses. "It was I all the time," said Mr. Lyon, struggling with a laugh. "I was the widowGeorge Seaton Lyon. I never saw a ghost, and I never expect to. Try to pardon me, Squire Lemon, when I am gone. All's fair in love, you know."

KNICKERBOCKER

BOY.

Mr. and Mrs. Lyon went off to Boston ; and people wondered why, after being so very cordial at the wedding-breakfast, the squire refused to speak to his daughter, or her husband, for ever so long after. But he came round in time, as these flinty-parents mostly do, and forgave them handsomely, and brought them back to Lemonville, to live happy forever after. As for the stately widow Seaton, nothing was ever seen of her since ; and the popular belief in Lemonville is, that that house is certainly haunted, and that the crafty, plotting widow was scared away by the GHOST OF LEMON LANE.

SUIT

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BOY.

BY EMILY H. MAY.

WE give here an engraving of a pretty at home. The material should be good, thick Knickerbocker Suit for a boy, with a diagram woolen cloth. The suit is in six pieces, as will on the next page, so that the suit can be made be seen by referring to the diagram : viz. ,

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