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"I wil beg leave to rely upon your Pardon for taking the Liberty I do with you in relation to your Turns of preaching in the Minster. What occasions it is, Mr. Hildyard's employing the last time the Only person unacceptable to me in the whole Church, an ungrateful & unworthy nephew of my own, the Vicar of Sutton; and I should be much obliged to you, if you would please either to appoint any person yourself, or leave it to your Register to appoint one when you are not here. If any of my turns would suit you better than your own, I would change with you."

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THE subject of the prize poem of the French Academy for 1875 is "Livingstone."

THE Copyright of Octave Feuillet's famous "Sphinx " has been secured by the Univers Illustré, and will be published in the columns of that journal.

"LA Fille de Madame Angot" is a very litigious young lady. She is not only in Chancery in England, but she is now causing law suits and procès, to two theatrical managers in Paris.

It is said that Mr. John Forster's next work is likely to be a biography of Swift, for which he has collected a valuable mass of materials, including not a few unpublished letters of the famous Dean.

M. OFFENBACH cannot complain of any want of public appreciation of his music. The first hundred nights of his new version of "Orphée" realized 811,874 francs, a nightly average of more than $1500. On the hundredth anniversary of his "Orphée aux Enfers," Offenbach conducted the orchestra himself, having got rid of the gout and sent it whither Orpheus was.

A SINGULAR exhibition is to be given in the Palais d'Industrie, at Paris, from September 15 to October 11, under the auspices of the Société Centrale d'Agriculture and d'Insectologie, of all the useful insects and their products, and of the noxious insects and the depredations they commit. This is the fourth exhibition of the kind, the last having been held in 1872 in the Luxembourg Gardens. LONDON is to have a new weekly literary journal entitled The World. If the editor is the writer of the prospectus issued, we have no great hopes for the new enterprise. The World, says the prospectus, "will publish entertaining Fictions, without any admixture of twaddle, and the first of its serial titles will be a Novel of Society, by a New Writer born in Grosvenor Square expressly to delight Belgravia.”

THE production of Signor Verdi's "Manzoni," "Messa da Requiem," at the San Marco Church, on the 22d ult., and the subsequent performances at the Scala, has been a great event in Milan. In the theatre the applause was immense from beginning to end, and there were several encores; at the close, the audience rose en masse, and shouted "Viva Verdi" for several minutes. The chief sensation was the "Dies Iræ."

POPE PIUS IX. is, it appears, to be canonized, and it must be admitted that he fully deserves the honor if he is rightly credited with the miracles he is alleged to have performed. At an Old Catholic meeting lately held at Munich it was stated that accounts were already being given at Rome of miracles performed by Pius IX. Among

these it was incidentally mentioned that he had raised t Princess Odescalchi from the dead by his mere blessin and Professor Friedrich added that preparations had a ready been made for his canonization. The professor, a cording to the account given of the meeting by the Deutsch Merkur, dwelt on the cost of a canonization; but it difficult to imagine that “rigid economy" would be allowe to interfere with a proceeding of this nature. A man wh can call the dead to life deserves to be encouraged if b shows a tendency to use his power discreetly.

THE Paris corps of firemen has taken long to reach it present perfection. The first police regulation on the sub ject dates, according to the Débats, from 1371; it require each householder to put a hogshead of water at his doo under a penalty of ten sous. Another ordinance of 152 required each inhabitant to keep watch after nine o'cloc at night in certain places appointed, to put a lantern with a lighted candle in the window, and to provide a supply o water. In spite of these precautions, however, it wa found necessary, at the fire at the palace, in 1618, to collect all the water from wells and the Seine, into the middle a the city, and to form a huge lake round the fire by dam ming it in with heaps of straw. In 1670 an ordinance d M. de la Reynie, lieutenant of police, required all mastermasons, carpenters, and tilers of the capital to report the place of abode to the commissaries of police of their quar ters, under penalty of a fine of 300 livres and the loss of their freedom. All buckets and other vessels for extin guishing fire were to be left with various local authorities The real organization of the fire brigade began in 1722 The Duke of Orleans had presented the town of Paris with thirty pumps; a corps of sixty men was raised at the ex pense of the state, and placed under the command of the lieutenant-general of police. In 1770 the number of fire men was increased to 146, and in 1789 to 263, with fiftysix pumps and forty-two buckets: the men were strictly forbidden to receive any gratuity. The National Conven tion established the corps of Sapeurs-pompiers, leaving it, however, subject to the municipality; and in 1821 a roya ordinance made it a branch of the army, and placed it under the Ministry for War. Lastly, the decree of 185 gave it its present organization. Its force is now 14 men, costing the municipality about 1,150,000 francs.

NOTHING, says the Pall Mall Gazette, would more tend t an improvement in the present relations between "mis tress and maid" than that the former should learn t

"know her place" better than at present. With a vie to instructing her in this, we give publicity to the following wholesome rebuke to a mistress who had in an unguarded moment suggested to a newly-engaged housemaid that the railway station at which she would arrive was "only a short walk" from the house, and that a "donkey cart would be sent for her luggage:

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Madam, I received yr letter and the characters quite safe, but when i come to read at the end of your sending a donkey cart to meet me i feel horror-striken; it as entirely set me against the place, and what with the donkeycart and the restriction on Dress i fear that i shall never be able to abide to your rules, for i have never gone without rings in my ears since i was 4 year old. Difrent other little things i have thought it over seariously since i sent yr letter away, and when i went to Lady the coachman and groom were both sent to meet me with a splendid spring cart, and when i went to Mrs. live the carriage was sent to the station to meet me and the under-housemaid and a cab was ordered to take our luggage. i never heard anything so poverty-striken sending a donkey-cart, i am quite took against the place, and if i come i should never do myself any good, and then it would only be giving Mrs ―s a bad name and puting you to a great expense and also puting you out of the way to be changing again so soon, altho i always dress very neat and plain but at the same time i do not like to be under restrictions as to what i may be alowed to wear and what i may not and i think it much better for me to be candid, i am Madam your Humbly servant MARY JANE

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EVERY SATURDAY:

A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING, Published WeeKLY BY H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY, 219 WASHINGTON STREET, BOSTON;

NEW YORK: HURD AND HOUGHTON;
Cambridge: The Riverside Press.

single Numbers, 10 eis.; Monthly Parts, 50 cts.; Yearly Subscription, $5.00. N. B. THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY and EVERY SATURDAY sent to one address or $8.00.

COLLEGE HONORS AND HONOR.

THE examinations and tests of student life which come > an end at Commencement are contrived with different egrees of ingenuity to discover the fitness of the student or his place among the educated; every one is at liberty › construe them as he pleases, to bring forward the saving lauses which set aside an unfavorable verdict, and if necssary to condemn the whole system of marks and degrees 8 arbitrary and inadequate. The failure to meet the onventional requirements of college may be offset in the udent's mind by success, real or fancied, in any one of e many contingents of college life. One may fail of an onor, but find a solace in being stroke of the winning oat in the college regatta, editor of his college paper, a ecognized specialist in some department of literature, or therwise so wear some honor bestowed by his class, as to e regardless of the honor which the faculty did not beCow. It is always easy for one to find such refuges for ounded vanity or even for a sensitive conscience.

But looking at college life with the hope of taking into iew not only the named and catalogued results, but the leal goods that gather about the college, the intangible, npalpable, but not indefinable surroundings of a four years' cademic course, one can scarcely avoid imposing tests, nd instituting examinations, which have no formal existnce, yet are none the less real. For example, how easy is to ask mentally if, the honors being correctly distribted according to the customary test, honor itself has ecome a possession of the graduating class. How far has hat principle of honor, which is the salt of character, een nourished by college life? or has the principle been uffered to fall into a low place of regard?

The answer would justify or condemn both college and tudent. That in the main it would justify is our confient conviction. The very establishment of the college, he support of it, the conditions of life imposed upon its aculty almost without exception, are witness to the fact hat the college in the United States is not a selfish nstitution, but one of the really conservative forces, conerving the higher aims which are essentially unselfish. It demands by its very character the respect of those who resort to it, and we do not believe there is to-day any institution in the country, the church excepted, which calls out such quick response of loyalty and awakens such pure enthusiasm. There is no other institution which appeals so forcibly by its direct traditions. It takes a college less time than it takes other institutions to attain antiquity, and it has the advantage of having its associations constantly brought before the eye. The buildings, oftentimes homely enough, always seem haunted by the ghosts of previous occupants; the graduates who return to annual festivities remind the younger men of former things, and give them a sense of personal connection with past; families are represented by successive generations, and in some colleges there are names scarcely ever off the roll of under-graduates.

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All this appeals to the generous enthusiasm of young men; they are conscious of being part of a living organism, and that devoted to high aims. They feel keenly the honor of the college; if it suffers, they suffer with it. A generous gift to the college, announced at Commencement dinner, will be applauded furiously by the youngest under-graduates, and no news about the college while they are members of it, but they discuss with eager concern. It is true that this ardor cools in after years, but only because youth itself disappears.

We maintain that one of the best lessons learned at college is in the power to obey the impulses started by the men of mind and character who are officers of the college. Even inferior men have been raised by the young student into an exceptional position. The college behind glorifies them for a time. Hence it is that the strength of a college lies in the character of its faculty. If to this can be added venerableness of college associations, then is there a most happy result. For the young to learn to honor and obey is the most priceless gift which can be bestowed upon them, and the whole genius of college life, rightly guided, sets in this direction.

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The July number of The American Law Times and Reports, published by Hurd and Houghton, New York; The Riverside Press, Cambridge, contains the new Bankrupt Act in full, carefully indexed. Its provisions change the original law in many important particulars. The whole of section 39, touching involuntary proceedings, is amended, and the fifty per cent. clause changed so as to permit a discharge where the estate will pay thirty per conditions, where the debt is less than five hundred dolJurisdiction is given to State courts under certain lars; proof of claims may be taken before a notary public; composition with creditors is provided for, and other additions made. The Act is quite long, and appears to meet many of the objections that have been urged against the law of 1867.

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- The Annual Report of the trustees of the Astor Library has been printed. It is less detailed than the Report issued from time to time by the Boston Public Library, but it must be remembered that the plan of the Astor Library is distinct from that of the Boston. It is a library for reference, and as such, the books bought for it are largely books of instruction. As an illustration of the class of readers it may be noted that there were 5002 books in Theology and Ecclesiastical History given out in 1873, against 6224 books under the general head of British Literature. The library is divided into two halls, devoted respectively to Science and Art, History and Literature. In the former there were 58,939 books given out to 17,562 readers; in the latter 57,755 books to 18,394 readers, a singular balancing when one considers the common taste in reading. Dr. Cogswell, at the time of his death, was proposing to prepare a pamphlet which should be a plea for the support of great libraries for scholars, which he sometimes feared would be too much disregarded in the clamor for popular public libraries.

An Ex-Surveyor General has reviewed "Major-General Hazen on his post of duty in the Great American Desert" (G. P. Putnam's Sons; New York). Major-General Hazen had, as our readers may remember, spoken very disparagingly of all the territory running from the meridian 100 W. sixteen hundred miles toward the Pacific, and from the Rio Grande to the British Possessions, asserting that the lands in this vast territory would not sell for a

penny an acre, except through the fraud of the seller or the ignorance of the purchaser. The ex-surveyor-general follows the major-general with a very sharp pen indeed, and finally lays open the matter as a discussion of the merits of the North Pacific Railroad. He declares that the best opportunity Hazen enjoyed of learning from personal experience that the territories of Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Washington, and Oregon are not worth a penny an acre, is from two years' uncomfortable residence at Fort Buford, while he claims for himself a knowledge based on practical surveying of a large portion of the territory in question, and his statements of the resources of the district are summed up in the words, "Lumber, gold and silver, coal, cattle, and wheat, on the broadest areas and in inexhaustible quantities."

We are certainly making amends for any neglect we may have shown our ancestors. Monuments seem to be springing up in every direction to take the place of the trees cut down. If no portrait or likeness of any kind exists of a hero, the imagination is liberally drawn upon for a representative face. The latest monument is one to Hannah Duston. Dust on, dust ever can hardly now be said to that excellent woman, for she has been erected into a statue of life size, representing her in the attitude of holding a tomahawk in her right hand and a bunch of scalps in her left. Those unfamiliar with her story need only be told that she was a New England woman who on the eve of April 1, 1697, in company with her captive companions, Mary Neff, her child's nurse, and Samuel Leonardson, a lad, slew their Indian captors who were taking them from what is now Concord, N. H., to Canada, carried off their scalps, and escaped down the Merrimack. The patriotic little girls of Concord must sigh as they look at the statue and consider into what effeminate forms they must translate the heroism they have inherited from Mrs. Duston.

Another statue has been made of Robert R. Livingston, the first chancellor of New York, by the sculptor E. D. Palmer. It is to stand in the Capitol at Washington, as one of the two representative statues from New York. The sculptor was fortunate in having the classic robes of the chancellor's office with which to drape his statue, and he must have produced a very effective face, if the reporter is correct who says, "the features are Cæsarean in strength, Ciceronian in dignity, and Raphaellike in sweetness."

Some one has been contributing to the Worcester (Mass.) Palladium a series of reports headed "Talks on Art," being extracts from the instructions of Mr. William M. Hunt to his pupils. We give a few examples from the latest report:

Why make fifty thousand chances at that figure when you can do it all in one? The line of that sofa is straight and horizontal. Take the trouble to hold up your brush horizontally, and compare it with the lines of what you want to draw. You can't make me believe that the sofa has been wabbling around all the morning, just to suit your perspective!

Remember that you are not painting pictures! You are learning to paint.

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A reception was given in Boston, lately, to D B. A. Gould, who had just returned from a four ye residence in the Argentine Republic, where he had b engaged in establishing an observatory and setting order a series of important observations. He gave a straightforward and interesting account of what he b done, and his mention of the coöperation of other Ge ernments and Scientific Societies and men, is an ag able view of the hearty interest taken in the enterpris "Aid came from all directions. The undertaking receiv encouragement on all sides. The Superintendent of a Coast Survey hastened to offer the loan of such port instruments as might be serviceable - an offer which w accepted as freely as it was made. The Secretary of the Smithsonian Institute did the same; and both these is tutions, as well as the Naval Observatory and the Naut Almanac, contributed full series of all their publications By some grievous mischance the boxes containing these is valuable books never reached their destination, but the s has been repaired to a considerable extent by new The American Academy of Boston lent money from is Rumford fund to purchase apparatus for studying the of all stars. It gave permission to return either the s struments or the money, and at the most convenient ti Four of the scientific societies of England, the observato ries of Greenwich, Pulkowa and Leipzig, and astronom in England, France, Germany, Russia, and Italy sent s generous gifts of valuable books, maps, charts, etc., tast the faintest heart could not have failed to gather courag Professors Bruhns and Zollner in Leipzig undertook t superintend the construction of instruments for the new institution; and during the whole period of his absence. the former has attended to all the apparatus and backs which he desired from Germany. So, too, Professor Arwers in Berlin took charge of extensive computations which he needed to have made in some place where professiona computers could be found."

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VOL. II.]

EVERY SATURDAY.

A ROSE IN JUNE.

CHAPTER XII. (continued.)

A FOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

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'Oh, mamma, do not be angry said poor Rose; "I thought — it seemed so natural that, as he saw more of me, he would give it up. Why should he care for me? I am not like him, nor fit to be a great lady; he must see that."

"This is false humility, and it is very ill timed," said Mrs. Damerel. "Strange though it may seem, seeing more of you does not make him give it up; and if you are too simple or too foolish to see how much he is devoted to you, no one else is. Mrs. Wodehouse had a spiteful meaning, but she is not the first who has spoken

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All our friends on the Green believe, like her, that everything is settled between you; that it is only some hesitation about about our recent sorrow which keeps it from being announced."

Rose turned upon her mother for the first time with reproach in her eyes. "You should have told me!" she said, with momentary passion; "you ought to have told me, how was I to know?"

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"Rose, I will not allow such questions; you are not a fool nor a child. Did you think Mr. Incledon came for me? or Agatha, perhaps? He told you he would not give you up. You were warned what his object was more than warned. Was I to defeat my own wishes by keeping you constantly on your guard? You knew what he wanted, and you have encouraged him and accepted his attentions."

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courages," said Mrs. Damerel, with oracular solemnity. "In matters of this kind, Rose, if you do not refuse at once, you commit yourself, and sooner or later you must accept."

"You never told me so before. Oh, mamma! how was I to know? you never said this to me before."

"There are things that one knows by intuition," said Mrs. Damerel; "and, Rose, you know what my opinion has been all along. You have no right to refuse. On the one side, there is everything that heart can desire; on the other, nothing but a foolish, childish disinclination. I don't know if it goes so far as disinclination; you seem now to like him well enough."

"Do you not know the difference?" said Rose, turning wistful eyes upon her mother. "Oh, mamma, you who ought to know so much better than I do! I like him very well — what does that matter?"

"It matters everything; liking is the first step to love. You can have no reason, absolutely no reason, for refusing him if you like him. Rose, oh, how foolish this is, and what a small, what a very small place there seems to be in your mind for the thought of duty! You tell us you are ready to die for us - which is absurd

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"It is different," ," said Rose; "ho, it is different! Mamma, listen a moment; you are a great deal better than I am; you love us better than we love each other; you are never tired of doing things for us; whether you are well or whether you are ill it does not matter; you are always ready when the children want you. I am not blind," said the girl, with tears. "I know all you do and all you put up with; but, mamma, you who are good, you who know how to deny yourself, would you do this?"

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"Forgive, me mamma; but, oh, let me speak! There is nothing else so hard, nothing so disagreeable, but you would do it for us; but you would not do this. There is a difference, then? you do not deny it now?"

"You use a cruel argument," said Mrs. Damerel, the blush still warm upon her matron cheek, "and it is not a true one. I am your father's wife. I am your mother and Bertie's, who are almost man and woman. All my life would be reversed, all my relations confused, if I were to make such a sacrifice; besides, it is impossible," she said, suddenly; "I did not think that a child of mine would ever have so insulted me."

"I do not mean it for insult, mamma. Oh, forgive me! I want you only to see the difference. It is not like anything else. You would do anything else, and so would I; but, oh, not this! You see it yourself not this, mam

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"It is foolish to attempt to argue with you,' ," said Mrs. Damerel; and she hurried in, and up-stairs to her room, leaving Rose, not less excited, to follow. Rose had scarcely calculated upon the prodigious force of her own argument. She was half frightened by it, and half ashamed of having used it, yet to some extent triumphant in her success. There was quite a bank of flowers in the hall as she passed through- - flowers which she stopped to look at and caress, with little touches of fondness as flowerlovers use, before she recollected that they were Mr. Incledon's flowers. She took up a book which was on the hall table, and hurried on to avoid that contemplation, and then she remembered that it was Mr. Incledon's book. She was just entering the drawing-room as she did so, and threw it down pettishly on a chair by the door; and, lo! Mr. Incledon himself rose, a tall shadow against the window, where he had been waiting for the ladies' return.

"Mamma has gone up-stairs; I will call her," said Rose, with confusion, turning away.

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Nay, never mind; it is a pity to disturb Mrs. Damerel, and it is long, very long, since you have allowed me a chance of talking to you."

"Indeed, we see each other very often," said Rose, falteringly.

"Yes, I see you in a crowd, protected by the children, or with your mother, who is my friend, but who cannot help me I wanted to ask about the book you threw down so impatiently as you came in. Don't you like it?" said Mr. Incledon, with a smile.

What a relief it was! She was so grateful to him for not making love to her, that I almost think she would have consented to marry him, had he asked her, before he left that evening. But he was very cautious and very wise, and, though he had come with no other intention, he was warned by the excitement in her looks, and stopped the very words on her lips, for which Rose, short-sighted, like all mortals, was very thankful to him, not knowing how much the distinct refusal, which it was in her heart to give, would have simplified all their affairs.

This, however, was at once the first and the last of Rose's successes. When she saw traces of tears about her mother's eyes, and how pale she was, her heart smote her, and she made abject submission of herself, and poured out her very soul in excuses, so that Mrs. Damerel, though vanquished for the moment, took higher ground after it. The mother, indeed, was so much shaken by the practical application of her doctrines, that she felt there was no longer time for the gradual undermining which was Mr. Incledon's policy. Mrs. Damerel did not know what reply she could make if Rose repeated her novel and strenuous argument, and felt that now safety lay in as rapid a conclusion of the matter as possible; so that from this moment every day saw the closing of the net over poor Rose. The lover became more close in his attendance, the mother more urgent in her appeals; but so cleverly did he manage the matter that his society was always a relief to the girl when hard driven, and she gradually got to feel herself safer with him, which was a great deal in his favor. Everything, however, went against Rose. The ladies on the Green made gentle criticisms upon her, and called her a sly little puss. Some hoped she would not forget her humble friends when she came into her kingdom; some asked her what she meant by dragging her captive so long at her chariot wheels; and the captive himself, though a miracle of goodness, would cast pathetic looks at her, and make little speeches full of meaning. Rose began to feel herself like a creature at bay; wherever she turned she could see no way of escape; even sharp-eyed Agatha, in the wisdom of fifteen, turned against her.

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Why don't you marry Mr. Incledon, and have done with it?" said Agatha. "I would, if I were you. What a good thing it would be for you! and I suppose he would be kind to the rest of us, too. Why, you would have your carriage-two or

three carriages, and a horse to ride, and you might go abroad if you liked, or do anything you liked. How I should like to have quantities of money, and a beautiful house, and everything in the world I wanted! I should not shilly-shally like you."

"No one has everything in the world they want," said Rose, solemnly, thinking also, if Mr. Incledon had been " some one else" how much easier her decision would have been.

"You seem to think they do," said Agatha, "or you would not make such a fuss about Mr. Incledon. Why, what do you object to? I suppose it's because he is not young enough. I think he is a very nice man, and very good-looking. I only wish he had asked me."

"Agatha, you are too young to talk of such things," said Rose, with the dignity of her seniority.

Then I wish my eldest sister was too young to put them into my head," said Agatha.

This conversation drove Rose from her last place of safety, the schoolroom, where hitherto she had been left in quiet. A kind of despair seized her. She dared not encounter her mother in the drawing-room, where probably Mr. Incledon also would appear towards the twilight. She put on her hat and wandered out, her heart full of a subdued anguish, poignant yet not unsweet, for the sense of intense suffering is in its way a kind of excitement and painful enjoyment to the very young. It was a spring afternoon, soft and sweet, full of promise of the summer, and Rose, quite unused to walking or indeed doing anything else alone, found a certain pleasure in the loneliness and silence. How tranquillizing it was to be alone; to have no one near who would say anything to disturb her; nobody with reproachful eyes; nothing around or about but the soft sky, the trees growing green, the grass which waved its thin blades in the soft air! It seemed to Rose that she was out for a long time, and that the silence refreshed her, and made her strong for her fate whatever it might be. Before she returned home she went in at the old familiar gate of the rectory, and skirted the lawn by a by-path she knew well, and stole down the slope to the little platform under the old May-tree. By this time it had begun to get dark; and as Rose looked across the soft undulations of the half visible country, every line of which was dear and well known to her, her eyes fell suddenly upon a gleam of light from among the trees. What friendly sprite had lighted the lights so early in the parlor of the cottage at Ankermead, I cannot tell, but they glimmered out from the brown clump of trees and took Rose so by surprise that her eyes filled with sudden moisture, and her heart beat with a muffled throbbing in her ears. So well she recollected the warm summer evening

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long ago (and yet it was not a year ago), and every word that was said Imagination will play me many prank before I forget this night!" Did he mean that? had he forgotter it? or was he perhaps leaning over the ship's side somewhere while the big vessel rustled through the st broad sea, thinking of home, as b had said, seeing the lights upon the coast, and dreaming of his mother's lighted windows, and of that dim dreamy, hazy landscape, so soft and far inland, with the cottage lamp shiring out from that brown clump d trees? The tears fell softly from Rose's eyes through the evening diz ness which hid them almost from her self; she was very sad, heart-broke - and yet not so miserable as she thought. She did not know how long she sat there, looking at the cottage lights through her tears. The new rector and his wife sat down to din ner all unaware of the forlorn young visitor who had stolen into the de main which was now theirs, and Rose's mother began to get sadly uneasy about her absence, with a chill dread lest she should have pressed her too far and driven her to some scheme of desperation. Mr. Incledon came out to look for her, and met her just out side the rectory gate, and was very kind to her, making her take his arm and leading her gently home without asking a question.

"She has been calling at the rec tory, and I fear it was too much for her," he said; an explanation which made the quick tears start to Mrs. Damerel's own eyes, who kissed her daughter and sent her up stairs with out further question. I almost think Mr. Incledon was clever enough to guess the true state of affairs; but he told this fib with an admirable air of believing it, and made Rose grateful to the very bottom of her heart.

Gratitude is a fine sentiment to cultivate in such circumstances. It is a better and safer beginning than that pity which is said to be akin to love. Rose struggled no more after this. She surrendered quietly, made no further resistance, and finally yielded a submissive assent to what was asked of her. She became "engaged" to Mr. Incledon, and the engagement was formally announced, and all the Green joined in with congratulations, except, indeed, Mrs. Wodehouse, who called in a marked manner just after the ladies had been seen to go out. and left a huge card, which was all her contribution to the felicitations of the neighborhood. There was scarcely a lady in the parish except this one who did not take the trouble to walk or drive to the White House and kiss Rose and congratulate her mother. "Such a very excellent match — every thing that a mother could desire!" they said.

"But you must get a little dear," more color in your cheeks, my said old Lady Denvil. This is not like the dear rector's Rose in June.

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