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fuller life. The recurrence of Commencement in the various col

The novel or the romance is, in some sense, a leges and universities lets loose a large body of collegiate complete work, and representative of a complete thought, reminiscences. Class gatherings and college festivals give

but the very characteristic of college life is its incomopportunity for excellent speech-making and story-telling; pleteness. The graduation day of the young student is

called Commencement. old collegians walk arm in arm, call each other by the old picknames, and vow there never was such jollity as be

There is another cause that may be given, of a more longed to their student days. Why is it, we are impelled external character : College life, while having a general to ask, that there is almost no good literature whatever,

sameness in the different colleges of the country, varies in based upon college life in America ? A few books have

each case by certain traditions and customs which really been issued which draw their interest from the picture give the piquancy to a college story, and as the readers of college life, yet considering the delight with which men

of such books need to be found amongst collegians or those of letters profess to regard their college days, does it not preparing to enter college, it would appear that any seem strange that no one makes any attempt to reproduce book which gave a true picture of college life would give those days in literature? Wensley, one of the pleasantest it with local color; and such is the fine sense of college of American stories, had for its hero — no moral being al

self-consciousness, that no Harvard man would be betrayed lowed by the author - a rusticated Harvard student; but

into reading a college book which gave Yale life, and a then the scene of the story and the incidents depended Yale man would find it equally barbarous to read the innot on his being a student, but a student cut off from his

terior of Harvard life. On the whole, we may safely say college. Other tales have been written by men shortly but it does not present exclusive material out of which lit

that college life is full of delight and excellent promise, after graduation, but they have been of a callow sort. The reason will be found, we suppose, in the limitations

erature may be constructed. of college lise. To the student himself, his college life is

NOTES. a momentous affair. He finds himself one of a small company that is hedged in by a peculiar set of circumstances, - Mr. Edward H. Knight, who was the compiler of laws, manners, and traditions. A boy before entering, he Bryant's “ Library of Poetry and Song,” bas nearly ready-is suddenly talking about the men of his class; he joins curious pair of works ! — an American Mechanical Dicformal societies, helps to make laws, becomes sometimes tionary, giving descriptive definitions of machines, tools, a revolutionary character, for a very short period usually, instruments, and processes in alphabetical order, forming a becomes a member of an order, is conscious, in fine, of an complete reference-book of information concerning the isolation from the common conditions of other people. So mechanical appliances of science and the industrial and fixed is this consciousness that some have even regarded fine arts. Every instrument named is found to be fully it as a grievance that they should be subject to the laws described in its alphabetical place, as, for instance, the of the commonwealth or municipality, conceiving their 900 terms used in civil and hydraulic engineering, 500 institution to be autonomous, and holding themselves as a surgical instruments and appliances, 900 terms in mining, privileged class. Their own affairs thus become of great metallurgy, and metal-working, and 500 agricultural impleimportance to them, and so absorbed are they in their

Mr. Knight is editor of the United States Patent microcosm that

Office Gazette. They take the rustic murmur of their bourg

- The Museum of Fine Arts has just opened, in the For the great wave that circles round the world." Boston Athenæum, an exhibition of its treasures, to which The ontside world humors this collegiate temper, and have lately been added the pictures and engravings bethe student rarely fails to find a ready listener. As a queathed by Mr. Sumner, and some specimens of Limoges student he is regarded with that respect which the old painted enamel, “ probably the only specimens,” says Mr. always feel toward the young when they are engaged in C. C. Perkins, “ of their kind in America, and tirst-rate any really high occupation. As a collegian he is looked examples of the work of Leonard de Limoges, Jean upon as a high-spirited, frisky animal, generally, and always Courtois, and Nardon Pénicaud, three of the most celeinteresting by virtue of his abstraction from the common

brated masters of the school of Limoges in the sixteenth pursuits of the world. Just that which makes the col- century.” legian emphasize himself and surroundings, namely, his iso- The new exhibition of pictures is now open at the lation and semi-monastic life, constitutes the charm which Yale School of Fine Arts, under the superintendence of he has for the world outside.

J. F. Weir, the Professor of Fine Arts. The collection is Why, then, we ask again, should not this sentiment find in part of pictures owned by the college, and in part a a place in literature and be preserved in a romance or loan collection. The Jarvis collection, bought by the colnovel? We have already found the answer. When the lege, is a permanent portion of the gallery, while the galstudent goes out into the fuller life of the world of men, leries of J. Taylor Johnson, R. L. Stuart, Marshall 0. and enters into a maturity of feeling and judgment, he | Roberts, William H. Appleton, and others have been bor


rowed from. Among the pictures, may be named Decamp's A valuable letter, which was mailed at New York Turkish Patrol, Church's Petra, Huntington's Clement for Liverpool twenty-two years ago, was returned through VII. and Charles V. at Bologna, Gerome's Death of Cæ- the Dead Letter Office to the writer on the 15th of last sar, and Boughton's The Confidantes.

month. Where it has been all this time is a mystery. It A statue of General Putnam has been erected in the was posted on the 25th of May, 1852, by Antonio Yznagabeautiful park at Hartford. It was the gift of the late delvalle, a Spanish merchant of No. 60 Beaver Street, and Joseph P. Allyn, who died in Paris in 1869, and bequeathed was addressed “ Alejo Yznaga, care of the United States $5000 for this purpose. His father, who with C. D. War. Consul, Liverpool." A draft or Brown Brothers for £41 ner and Governor Jewell were appointed to carry out his 14s. 1d., payable to the person addressed, was inclosed. wishes, increased the amount by an equal gift, and J. Q. A. The letter was recently transmitted from Great Britain to Ward was selected as the sculptor. The statue is of Washington, and subsequently remailed to this city, to be bronze, life-size. The hero stands on his right foot, with returned to the writer. It long detention abroad was not his left slightly raised, and in the full uniform of a gen- explained. An employee of Mr. Yznagadelvalle called at eral officer of the Continental army. The face is much the post-office to receipt for it. He told Mr. Clarke, the idealized, we are told, representing rather the spirit of the dead letter clerk, that Mr. Yznagadelvalle undoubtedly Revolutionary time than a strict likeness of General Put- wrote the letter, but that it was so long ago he did not recolnam, although it bears a resemblance to the few sketches lect it. He said that Mr. Yznaga, the gentleman to whom extant of him. This reads like nonsense. If there are it had been sent, had been dead six years. The paper sketches of his face, why should they not be followed ? of the letter is yellow with age, and the ink faded and Suppose the sketches had been made originally with ref- almost illegible. The wonder among the post-office auerence to showing the spirit of the time? We wonder thorities is how it was found. Mr. Clarke says that there if the sculptor who is to make the statue of Mr. Key, for are several instances of dead letters being recovered five which Mr. Lick has provided, will try to represent the or six years after they were posted, but he does not regeneral spirit of the Star Spangled Banner. Perhaps he member one that has been twenty-two years in transit. will unfurl him in some way, and give bis mouth an artistic We should think this matter would be worth investigatwhistling form.

ing. It may turn out that the post-office department has – Mrs. Emily E. Ford, in The Independent, proposes

been educating somebody to master the names of writer training schools domestic service, in connection with

and receiver. the Emigrants’ Bureaus of the various cities.

“ We pro

A left-hand writer in the Scientific American gives pose,” she says, “an emigrant boarding-house for sorting some reasons why it is better to write as he does. The the classes, where they may go first on leaving the ship. hand is never in the way of vision. The pen point is Then let there be training-schools in each ward, where always in plain sight, and so is the paper to be written on. they may go when classified. Each servant should pay a There is, consequently, no inducement to stoop forward or small sum for her board until a month of training be past, to turn the head so as to throw the eyes out of focus. It when work might be accepted as equivalent, if she wished is a common fault with those who write much that the left longer schooling. Let cooks, waiters, and chambermaids eye has a shorter range than the right. It is overworked here learn the rudiments of all household work, and ser. and compelled to adapt itself to nearer vision. In writing vants out of place might board in these houses. Let there with the left hand, these evils are avoided. An upright be one large school, under the care say of Professor Blot, posture is the easiest, and the eyes are equally distant from where those who were ambitious, diligent, and capable the paper. should be taught the higher branches. We have no doubt that graduates of this higher course would be eagerly tie telegraph line from Halifax to the Isles of Shoals, was

— The “ Faraday,” which has just laid the new Atlan. caught up, as their honesty and capacity would be thor

built by the company for the express purpose : it is deoughly tested."

scribed as an immense craft, looking very old, rusty, and The will of John Carter Brown of Providence gives

worn for a new ship, and covered, over her decks, with Brown University $50,000 for the erection of a fire-proof queer-looking top-hamper.” It is a commentary on the library building, for which purpose he bad previously noble civilization which science is supposed to bring in its given a fund, now amounting to $20,000, and a lot of land

wake, that all the business pertaining to the construction worth $35,000. It also bequeaths $25,000 to the Rhode

of this new telegraph had to be transacted with the utmost Island Hospital ; $5000 to the Butler Hospital for the

secrecy on account of the active hostility of the other Insane; $5000 to the Redwood Library at Newport. The

submarine telegraph companies. The portion of the line bulk of his estate goes to his children. Mrs. Brown, Rob.

which is to connect Halifax with the Irish coast is yet to ert H. Ives, Thomas P. I. Goddard, and George W. R.

be laid, but it is expected that the work will be completed Matteson are named as trustees in the will. It is not

by September. said what disposition will be made of his valuable library. It is to be hoped that it will be preserved intact.

Mr. William H. Dall, the well-known naturalist, re- On the Fourth of July there is to be a formal open.

sumed his Alaskan explorations, under the Coast Survey, ing of the great bridge at St. Louis. They are to burn

about the 20th of April ; at which date he expected to an immense amount of powder, and if anything can be set

sail for Sitka and more northern points. His labors will fire to, or blown up, it will have a fair chance. Great

probably be conducted in the neighborhood of Cook's pieces of fireworks, we are told, from three hundred to four

Inlet, and along the coast of Alaska as far as the Islands

of Nunivak and St. Michael's. hundred feet long, will go off. They will contain “designs representing Washington, Missouri, and Illinois, shaking - "From Four to Fourteen” is the title of a book just hands, flanked with the coat of arms of each State.” We published. As there was already a novel entitled “ From should like ever so much to see that piece. Perhaps Chi- Fourteen to Fourscore," and as Victor Hugo has given us cago and St. Louis will be represented as shaking hands, Ninety-Three,” there is a gap of thirteen years yet to too, after the etiquette of the ring.




Vol. II.]

SATURDAY, JULY 11, 1874.

[No. 2.


where else where my lords have a so as to look as if they were occupied, A ROSE IN JUNE.

whim for exploring! I never thought as if one unseen being might be whis

to have paid such a tribute to your pering to another, noiselessly smiling, CHAPTER X. (continued.) official dignity as to come, hat in hand, and pointing at the solitary. But no,

for a place, like the rest of the world. there was a pleasanter interpretation MR. INCLEDON had a friend who But no man, I suppose, can always to be given to that soft, luxurious, was one of the Lords of the Admiral- ' resist

common impulse of his kind; brightly-colored vacancy; it was all ty, and upon whom he could rely to do and I am happy in the persuasion prepared and waiting, ready for the him a service; a friend whom he had that to you I will not plead in vain.” gentle mistress who was to come. never asked for anything – for what I am afraid that nothing could have How different from the low-roofed was official patronage to the master been more disingenuous than this drawing-room at the White House, of Whitton ? He wrote him a long letter. How it worked, the reader with the fireplace at one end of the and cbarining letter, which, if I had will see hereafter; but, in the mean long room, with the damp of ages in only room for it, or if it had any time, I cannot defend Mr. Incledon. the old walls, with draughts from thing to do except incidentally with He acted, I suppose, on the old and every door and window, and an indifthis simple history, would give the time-honored sentiment that any strat- ferent lamp giving all the light they reader a much better idea of his agem is allowable in love and war, could afford! Mr. Incledon, perhaps, abilities and social charms than any- and consoled himself for the possible thought of that, too, with an increased thing I can show of him here. In it

wrong, he might be doing (only a sense of the advantages he had to he discussed the politics of the mo

10- possible wrong, for Wodehouse might offer ; but lightly, not knowing all the ment, and that gossip on a dignified be kept for years cruising after slaves, discomforts of it. He went back to scale about ministers and high officials for arrything Mr. Incledon knew) by his library after this inspection, and of state which is half history - and the unquestionable benefit which the lights burned on, and the ghosts, he touched upon social events in a would accompany it. “ A young fel- if there were any, had the full enjoylight and amusing strain, with that low living by his wits will find a gun- ment of it till the servants came to half cynicism which lends salt to cor- boat of infinitely more service to him extinguish the candles and shut up respondence; and he told his friend than a foolish love affair which never everything for the night. half gayly, half seriously, that he was could come to anything,” his rival said beginning to feel somewhat solitary, to himself. and that dreams of marrying, and And after having sealed this letter, marrying soon, were stealing into his he returned into his fairy land. He When Rose went up the creaking mind. And he told bim about his left the library where he had written stairs to bed on that memorable night Perugino (" which I fondly hope may it, and went to the drawing-room her feelings were like those of some turn out an early Raphael"), and which he rarely used, but which was one who has just been overtaken by which it would delight him to show warm with a cheerful fire and lighted one of the great catastrophes of nature to a brother connoisseur. “ And, by with soft wax-lights for his pleasure, - a hurricane or

an earthquake the bye,” he added, after all this, “1 should he care to enter. He paused and who, though escaped for the mohave a favor to ask of you which I at the door a moment and looked at ment, hears the tempest gathering in have kept to the end like a lady's it. The wonders of upholstery in this another quarter, and knows that this postscript. I want you to extend the carefully decorated room, every scrap is but the first flash of its wrath, and ægis of your protection over a fine of furniture in which had cost its mas- that he has yet worse encounters to young fellow in whom I am considera- ter thought, would afford pages of de- meet. I am of Mr. Incledon's opinion bly interested. His name is Wode- scription to a fashionable American or rather of the doubt fast ripening house, and his ship is at present on novelist, or to the refined chronicles into an opinion in his mind - that he that detestable slave trade service of the Family Herald; but I am not had made a mistake, and that possibly which costs us so much money and sufficiently learned to do them justice. if he had taken Rose herself “ with does so little good. He has been a The master of the house, however, the tear in her eye,” and pressed his long time in the service, and I hear he looked at the vacant room with its suit at first hand, he might have sucis a very promising young officer. I softly burning lights, its luxurious va- ceeded better; but such might-be's are should consider it a personal favor if cant seats, its closely drawn curtains, always doubtful to affirm and impossiyou could do something for, him; and the books on the tables which no one

She sat down for a (N. B.) it would be a still greater ser- ever opened, the pictures on the walls while in her cold room, where the vice tó combine promotion with as which nobody looked at (except on draughts were playing freely about, distant a post as possible. His friends great occasions), with a curious sense and where there was no fire - to are anxious to keep him out of the at once of desolation and of happiness. think ; but as for thinking, that was way for private reasons the old How dismal its silence was not a an impossible operation in face of the . entanglement' business, wbich, of sound but the dropping of the ashes continued gleams of fancy which kept course, you will understand; but I from the fire, or the movement of the showing now one scene to her, now think it hard that this sentence of ban- / burning fuel; and he himself a ghost another; and of the ringing echo of ishment should be conjoined with looking into a room which might be her mother's words which kept soundsuch a disagreeable service. Give inhabited by ghosts for aught he knew. ing through and through the stillness. him a gunboat, and send him to look Here and there, indeed, a group of Self-indulgence choosing her own for the Northwest passage, or any- chairs had been arranged by accident | pleasure rather than her duty — what

ble to prove.





she liked instead of what was right. | influence of all that was lovely and duty to others; and when it is neg. Rose was far too much confused to pleasant as any girl could be.

lected some one must pay the penalty. make out how it was that these re. The morning passed, however, with- But you — you are happier than most. proaches seemed to ber instinct so out any further words on the subject, | You can, if you please, save your faminappropriate to the question; she and her heart had begun to beat ea- ily." only felt it vaguely, and cried a little sier and her excitement to calm down, “ We are not starving, mamma," at the thought of the selfishness attrib. when Mrs. Damerel suddenly came to said Rose, with trembling lips; uted to her; for there is no opprobri- her, after the children's lessons, which have enough to live upon — and I ous word that cuts so deeply into the was now their mother's chief occupa- could work — I would do anything". breast of a romantic, innocent girl. tion. She came upon her quite un- “What would your work do, Rose ? She sat there pensive till all her fac- expectedly, when Rose, moved by their If you could teach - and I don't think ulties got absorbed in the dreary sense noiseless presence in the room, and you could teach — you might earn of cold and bodily discomfort, and then unable to keep her hands off them enough for your own dress; that she rose and said her prayers, and any longer, had just commenced, in would be all. Oh, my dear! listen to untwisted her pretty hair and brushed the course of her other arrangements The little work a girl can do is it out, and went to bed, feeling as if (for Rose had to be a kind of upper nothing. She can make a sacrifice of she would have to watch through the housemaid, and make the drawing- her own inclination - of her fancy; long, dark hours till morning, though room habitable after the rough and but as for work, she has nothing in her the darkness and loneliness frightened ready operation which Mary Jane power." her, and she dreaded the night. But called “ tidying "), to make a pretty " Then I wish there Rose was asleep in half an hour, though group upon a table in the window girls!” cried Rose, as many a poor the tears were not dry on her eye- of Mr. Incledon's flowers. Certainly girl has done before her, “ if we can lashes, and I think slept all the long they made the place look prettier and do nothing but be a burden - if there night through which she had been pleasanter than it had ever done yet, is no work for us, no use for us, but afraid of, and woke only when the especially as one stray gleam of only to sell ourselves.

Oh, mamma, first gray of daylight revealed the sunshine, somewhat pale, like the girl mammal do you know what you are cold room and a cold morning dimly herself, but cheery, had come glancing asking me to do?” to her sight — slept longer than usual, in to light up the long, low, quaint “I know a great deal better than for emotion tires the young. Poor room and caress the flowers.

you do, or you would not repeat to me child ! she was a little ashamed of her- “ Ab, Rose, they have done you this vulgar nonsense about selling self when she found how soundly she good already!” said her mother; yourself. Am I likely to bid you sell had slept.

“ You look more like yourself than I yourself ? Listen to me, Rose. I want “ Mamma would not let me call have seen you for many a day." you to be happy, and so you would be you,” said Agatha, coming into her Rose took her hands from the last nay, never shake your head at me room; " she said you were very tired flower-pot as if it had burned her, and you would be happy with a man last night; but do please come down stood aside, so angry and vexed to who loves you, for you would learn to now, and make haste. There is such have been found at this occupation love him. Die for us! I have heard a basket of flowers in the hall from that she could have cried.

such words from the lips of people who Whitton, the man says. Where's “My dear," said her mother, going would not give up a morsel of their Whitton ? Is n't it Mr. Incledon's up to her, “I do not know that Mr. own will — not a whim, not an hour's place? But make haste, Rose, for Incledon will be here to-day; but if

comfort" breakfast, now that you are awake." he comes I must give him an answer. “ But I-I am not like that," cried

So she had no time to think just Have you reflected upon what I said Rose, stung to the heart. “I would then, but had to hurry down-stairs, to you? I need not tell you again give up anything - everything – for where her mother met her with some- how important it is, or how much you the children and you!" thing of a wistful look, and kissed have in your power.”,

“ Except what you are asked to give her with a kind of murmured half Rose clasped her hands together in up; except the only thing which you apology. “I am afraid I frightened self-support, one hand held fast by can give up. Again I say, Rose, I you last night, Rose."

the other, as if that slender grasp had have known such cases. They are “Oh, no, not frightened,” the girl been something, worth clinging to. not rare in this world.” said, taking refuge among the children, “Oh! what can I say?" she cried; “I ** Oh, mamma, mamma!” before whom certainly nothing could - told you; what more can I say?" “ You think I am cruel. be said; and then Agatha and Patty

- You told me! Then, Rose, every- knew my life, you would not think so; surged into the conversation, and all thing that I said to you last night goes you would understand my fear and gravity or deeper meaning was taken for nothing, though you must know the horror of this amiable self-seeking out of it. Indeed, her mother was so truth of it far, far better than my words which looks so natural. Rose," said cheerful that Rose would almost have could say.. Is it to be the same thing her inother, dropping into a softer hoped she was to hear no more of it, over again — always over

tone, “ I have something more to say had it not been for the cluster of flow- Self, first and last, the only considera

- perhaps something that will ers which stood on the table and the tion ? Everything to please yourself; weigh more with you than anything? heaped-up bunches of beautiful purple nothing from higher motives? God

can say

Your father had set his grapes which filled a pretty Tuscan forgive you, Rose!”.

heart on this. He spoke to me of it basket, and gave dignity to the bread Oh, hush, hush! it is unkind on his death-bed. God knows ! perand butter. This was a sign of the it is cruel. I would die for you if that haps he saw then what a dreary strug; times which was very alarming; and I would do any good !” cried Rose. gle I should have, and how little had do not know why it was, unless it “ These are easy words to say; for been done to help us through. One might be by reason of her youth, that dying would do no good, neither would of the last things he said to me was, those delicate and lovely things — fit it be asked of you,” said Mrs. Dame- • Incledon will look after the boys.'” offerings for a lover never moved rel impatiently. “ Rose, I do not ask “Papa said that ? ” said Rose, puther to any thought of what it was she this in ordinary obedience, as a mother ting out her hands to find a prop. was rejecting, or tempted her to con- may command a child. It is not a Her limbs seemed to refuse to support sider Mr. Incledon's proposal as one child but a woman who must make her. She was unprepared for this which involved many delightful things such a decision; but it is my duty new,

antagonist. “Papa ? along with himself, who was not de- to show you your duty, and what is How did he know?lightful. This idea, oddly enough, best for yourself as well as for others. The mother was trembling and paie, did not find any place in her mind, No one peither man nor woman,

too, overwhelmed by the recollection though she was as much subject to the nor girl nor boy — can escape from as well as by her anxiety to conquer.

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She made no direct answer to Rose's think -- everything that you say ; but more, with many precautions, stole question, but took her hand within let me speak to him myself, if he into tbe room. “ Are you awake ? " both of hers, and continued, with her comes."

she said: "I hope your head is better. eyes full of tears : “ You would like Mrs. Damerel looked at her very Mr. Incledon is in the drawing-room, to please him, Rose - it was almost earnestly, half suspicious, half sympa. and mamma says, please, if you are the last thing he said — to please him, thetic. She went up to her softly and better will you go down, for she is and to rescue me from anxieties I can put her arms round her, and pressed busy; and you are to thank him for see no end to, and to secure Bertie's the girl's drooping head against her the grapes and for the flowers. What future. Oh, Rose! you should thank breast. “ God bless you, my dar- does Mr. Incledon want, coming so God that you can do so much for ling!” she said, with her eyes full of osten ? He was here only yesterday, those you love. And you would be tears ; and kissing her hastily, went

and sat for hours with mamma. Ob! happy, too. You are young, and out of the room, leaving Rose alone what a ghost you look, Rose! Shall I love begets love. He would do every- | with her thoughts.

bring you some tea ?thing that man could do to please you. If I were to tell you what these “It is too early for tea. Never He is a good man, with a kind heart; thoughts were, and all the confusion mind; my head is better.” you would get to love him; and, my of them, I should require a year to do But you have had no dinner," dear, you would be happy, too." it. Rose had no heart to stand up said practical Agatba; “it is not

Mamma,” said Rose, with her and fight for herself all alone against much wonder that you are pale." head bent down and some silent tears the world. Her young frame ached Rose did not know what she andropping upon Mr. Incledon's flowers and trembled from head to foot with swered, or if she said anything. Her

a flush of color came over her down- | the unwonted strain. If there had head seemed to swim more than ever. cast face, and then it grew pale again; | been indeed any one any one- Not only was it all true about Mr. Inher voice sounded so low that her struggle for; but how was she to stand cledon, but she was going to talk to mother stooped towards her to hear alone and battle for herself ? Every- | bim, to decide her own fate finally one what she said "mamma, I should thing combined against her; every way or other. What a good thing that like to tell you something."

motive, every influence. She sat in the drawing-rooin was so dark in the Mrs. Damerel made an involuntary a vague trance of pain, and, instead afternoon that he could not remark how

a slight instinctive with- of thinking over what had been said, woe-begone she looked, how miserable drawal from the confidence. Did she only saw visions gleaming before her

and pale! guess what it was? If she did so, of the love which was a vision, nothing He got up when she came in, and she made up her mind at the same more, and which she was called upon went up to ber eagerly, putting out time not to know it. “ What is it, to resign. A vision — that was all; bis hands. I suppose he took her apdear?” she said tenderly but quickly. a dream, perhaps, without any foun- pearance as a proof that bis suit was "Oh, Rose I do you think I don't un- dation. It seemed to disperse like a progressing well; and, indeed, he had derstand your objections ? But, my mist, as the world melted and dissolved come to-day with the determination to darling, surely you may trust your

around her — the world which she had see Rose, whatever might happen. He hemother, who loves you more than all known showing a new

world, a took her hand into both of his, and for the world. You will not reject

it - dreamy, undiscovered country, sorming one second pressed it fervently and I know you will not reject it. There out of darker vapors before her. She close. “ It is very kind of you to see is no blessing that is not promised sat thus till the stir of the children in How can I thank you for giving to those that deny themselves. He the house warned her that they had me this opportunity ?” he said. will not hurry nor press you, dear. come in from their daily walk to the “ Oh, no! not kind ; I wished it,”

Rose, say I may give him a kind an- early dinner. She listened to their said Rose, breathlessly, withdrawing = 11 swer when he comes?

voices and noisy steps and laughter her hand as hastily as he had taken Rose's head was swimming, her with the strangest feeling that she it; and then, fearing her strength,

heart throbbing in her ears and her was herself a dreamer, having nothing she sat down in the nearest chair, and 1 throat. The girl was not equal to such in common with the fresh, real life said, falteringly, “Mr. Incledon, I a strain. To have the living and the where all the voices rang, out so wanted


much to speak to you dead both uniting against her — both clearly, where people said what they myself.” [We appealing to her in the several names meant with spontaneous outcries and " And I, too,” he said - ber sim

of love and duty against love - was laughter, and there was no concealed plicity and eagerness thus opened the

more than she could bear. She had meaning and nothing beneath the way for hine and saved him all embar1

sunk into the nearest chair, unable to sunny surface; but when she heard rassment—"I, too, was most anxious

stand, and she no longer felt strong her mother's softer tones speaking to to see you. I did not venture to speak od enough, even had her mother been the children, Rose got up hurriedly, of this yesterday, when I met you. I

willing to hear it, to make that confes- and fled to the shelter of her room. was afraid to frighten and distress sion which had been on her lips. At If anything more were said to her she you; but I have wished ever since what seemed to be the extremity of thought she must die. Happily Mrs. that I bad dared”. human endurance, she suddenly saw Damerel did not know that it was her

Oh, please do not speak so!” she one last resource in which she 'might voice, and not the noise of the chil- cried. In his presence Rose felt 60 still find safety, and grasped at it, dren, which was too much for poor young and cbildish, it seemed imposscarcely aware what she did. “ May i Rose's overstrained nerves.

She sent sible to believe in the extraordinary I see Mr. Incledon myself if he word by Agatha that Rose must lie change of positions which his words comes ?" she gasped, almost under down for an hour and try to rest; and implied.

that quiet was the best thing for her « But I must speak so. Miss Da* Surely, dear,” said her mother, headache, which, of course, was the merel, I am very conscious of my desurprised; "of course that would be plea the girl put forth to excuse her ficiences by your side — of the disparthe best — if you are able for it, if Aight and seclusion. Agatha, for her ity between us in point of age and in you will think well before you decide, part, was very sorry and distressed many other ways; you, so fresh and

you will promise to do nothing has that Rose should miss her dinner, and untouched by the world, I affected by tily. Oh, Rose! do not break my wanted much to bring something up- it, as every man is more or less ; but if

stairs for her, which was at once the you will commit your happiness to my " It is more likely to be my own kindest and most practical suggestion hands, don't think, because I am not that I will break,” said the girl, with of all.

so young as you, that I will watch over a shadow of a smile passing over her

The bustle of dinner was all over it less carefully — that it will be less * Mamma, will you be very and the house still again in the dreary precious in my eyes." kind, and say no more? I will think, afternoon quiet, when Agatha, once “ Ab! I was not thinking of my hap


her breath.



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