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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Quiver 12/1899, by Anonymous
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+Title: The Quiver 12/1899
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+[Illustration: THE HEIRLOOM
+
+_From the Drawing by_ M. L. GOW, R.I.]
+
+
+
+
+A DAY IN DAMASCUS.
+
+
+It was only just over a fortnight since we left England--according
+to the calendar, that is to say; but that way of reckoning time
+seems to me as misleading as the common method of £ s. d. in
+computing alms. Two days' weary railway travel to Marseilles after
+crossing the Channel, two days of smooth sailing to the Straits
+of Messina, then two of tossing "in Adria," till we ran under the
+lee of Crete; one spent in plunging along its southern shores,
+followed by a bright, warm day which brought us to the coast of
+Egypt (only to learn that if we entered the longed-for haven of
+Alexandria we should be subject to five days' quarantine at our
+next port); a tiresome day's run across this most choppy corner of
+the Mediterranean to Jaffa, and a landing there through the surf
+on a glorious morning, which made up for everything, and plunged
+us straight into the midst of Eastern life, with all its warmth of
+colouring to eye and ear; three hours' run by rail to Jerusalem,
+and five days there and thereabouts, almost bewildering us with a
+constant succession of scenes half-novel and half-familiar; another
+railway journey back to Jaffa, a pleasant run along the coast of
+Palestine to Beirut, and a day spent there. All this lay between
+England and Beirut as we finished an early breakfast on a February
+morning, and drove to the railway station through the busy streets
+of Beirut, full of picturesque life, and yet much more European than
+those of other Syrian towns. Our driver stopped on the way, somewhat
+to our amusement, to light his cigarette from a friend's!
+
+[Illustration: WALL FROM WHICH ST. PAUL ESCAPED, DAMASCUS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._) ]
+
+This railway line is a new one, due to French enterprise, and was
+opened in August, 1895. The Lebanon district owes much to the
+French. We were a party of seventy, and had chartered a special
+train. The distance is only about ninety miles; it seemed almost
+impossible that the journey should take nine hours, as we were told;
+but there are more than a score of stations, and at each one the
+train (even a special) stops for several minutes--by order of the
+Government, we heard. And, more than that, the line passes right
+over Libanus and Anti-Libanus, reaching a point some 5,000 feet up,
+where the coast of Cyprus comes in sight over the blue waters of the
+Mediterranean; while, as one journeys east, the snowy top of Hermon
+stands out against the sky away to the south. A system of cogs and
+several reversings of the engine carried us high into the mountains
+in a very short time. Beirut was left far below, and we were among
+the snows, glad of the rugs and thick overcoats which wisdom (not
+our own) had advised us to bring; glad, too, by mid-day of the lunch
+we had brought with us. Even in the midst of the grandest scenery
+we were vulgarly hungry, and rather sleepy when we felt the rare
+atmosphere. After a time, the scene changed: we were in Coele-Syria,
+among mulberries and vineyards, from which comes Lebanon wine. Here
+and there were mud villages, with picturesque groups of natives and
+cattle. We were the first large English party to pass over the line;
+and at one station a red-robed Syrian, who had served in a London
+milliner's years ago, asked eagerly for an English newspaper, to
+know what was going on in Constantinople! He got one from us about
+a fortnight old; we had none later. Elsewhere the natives were
+wondrously pleased to see some of our party playing at leapfrog
+during the stops.
+
+[Illustration: DETAIL OF THE CARVED WORK IN A JEWISH HOUSE.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+Over the hills the _diligence_ road runs for the most part near
+the railway, and here and there we saw strings of mules winding
+along above us. We passed Anti-Libanus at an altitude of 4,000 feet
+above the sea, and at Zebdany entered the valley of the Barada (the
+ancient Abana), which we followed the remaining twenty-four miles to
+Damascus. Here and there are short tunnels or cuttings, and almost
+everywhere splendid cliffs, sometimes cavernous, and rich valleys
+with orchards and olive-trees.
+
+About nightfall we ran into Damascus, and were driven to the Hotel
+Besraoui: we were getting used by this time to the apparently
+reckless manners of the Oriental driver. There are large barracks
+close to the station: the Government put them up when the railway
+was made, as a measure of political prudence. At Zahleh, the
+half-way station, whence runs the road to Baalbek, we had seen
+trucks full of Turkish soldiers returning from the Haurân, where
+the Druses had been giving trouble; in fact, the first train
+chartered for our party at Beirut was taken for military purposes by
+the Government officials, so we understood, leaving us to wait till
+the next morning! And now we found troops bivouacked along the road
+by which we left the station for our hotel. They are good soldiers,
+these Turks, and not bad fellows, from what I have heard; but
+unpaid, unclad, unfed, many of them, we were told, had died under
+their hardships.
+
+Arrived at the hotel, we passed through the entrance hall into an
+open central court, where a fountain was playing in the midst of
+leafy trees. By the stairs and balconies surrounding it we mounted
+to our bedrooms. The hotel was a new and a large one, but the almost
+unexpected incursion of a party of seventy taxed the resources
+of the kitchen somewhat heavily. It was not till breakfast-time,
+however, that this appeared: the Damascenes had evidently thought
+it a good opportunity to get rid of stores of eggs which had passed
+the first bloom of freshness. But there was no other ground of
+complaint. A large staff of native waiters had been drafted in to
+attend us in the large chilly dining saloon--for we were out of "the
+season." Before leaving the dinner-table we were warned that if
+anyone ventured into the streets he must, by law, carry a lantern;
+but that, as the city was full of soldiers, and a good deal of
+excitement prevailed--a number of Druse prisoners being expected--we
+had better stay indoors. There was not much temptation to do
+otherwise after a weary day's travel beyond stepping into the street
+to look up at the brilliant stars sparkling in the cold night, as
+they must have done to the eyes of patriarchs and perhaps of Magi,
+of Naaman and of Omar. And in the drawing-room there had actually
+been lighted a real fire--a rare luxury in Syria and Palestine. Of
+course, one must send some postcards to friends at home--it is not
+every day you can date a letter from Damascus--and there is always
+a diary waiting to be "written up"; but it was not long before we
+drifted bedwards, to sleep for the first time in perhaps the most
+ancient city in the world.
+
+[Illustration: THE STREET CALLED "STRAIGHT."
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+Bright and early next morning we were at breakfast, and then
+scattered in groups to walk or drive about the city and its suburbs.
+It was still cold, and the natives needed the heat of the sun to
+"expand" them; but it was pleasant to drive along the banks of the
+Abana, which flows through the city, and feel that one was on the
+extreme verge of modern civilisation. Entering "the street which
+is called Straight," which traverses Damascus from west to east,
+we drove slowly along, noticing the busy, prosperous look of the
+city. There were not the crowds of beggars and pilgrims to be seen
+in some quarters of Jerusalem. Above us were latticed windows, like
+those through which, elsewhere, the mother of Sisera once looked;
+and we saw bronze-work in progress, and great hanks of unspun silk,
+representing two of the staple trades of Damascus.
+
+[Illustration: VIEW OF DAMASCUS FROM THE FORTRESS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+We visited two houses, the first that of Shemaiah, a wealthy banker,
+who was ruined by lending money to the Turkish Government. We
+noticed imitations of living birds among the beautiful carved work
+on the walls of the magnificent room into which we were conducted.
+The house is a typical Eastern mansion, but it is now unoccupied.
+Our second visit, through a narrow and not very clean alley in
+the Christian Quarter, was to the traditional "House of Ananias."
+Oblivious of the historic record that St. Paul lodged in the house
+of Judas, in the street called Straight, and was visited there
+by Ananias, local tradition shows the cave in which the meeting
+took place in Ananias' house! We have to be satisfied, as in the
+case of many traditional sacred sites, with the reflection, "It
+was somewhere near here"; but as we continued our drive through
+"Straight" Street we read St. Luke's account of that journey to
+Damascus, and the events which were the means of changing the pupil
+of Gamaliel into the Apostle of the Gentiles. We were reminded of
+him again as we passed out of the triple East Gate. Its central arch
+is now built up, as well as one of the side ones; but by this, quite
+possibly, Saul was actually led in his blindness into the city. Not
+far away is pointed out the window by which he was let down. The
+house is in reality a modern one, but there are many examples round
+us of the kind of place in the "houses on the wall," which seem
+quite a feature of the city.
+
+[Illustration: THE MARKET, DAMASCUS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+But Damascus has other associations, and we have to visit "the
+house of Naaman," not many yards away. The traditional site is now
+suitably occupied by a leper hospital; and about its gateway we can
+see unhappy creatures in various stages of this living death. As we
+drove away, we read the story of Naaman, and opportunely noticed, if
+not a mule, at least an ass, with a "burden of earth," illustrating
+the Syrian's request for material to build an altar to Jehovah.
+
+Pursuing our way through the suburbs, we found the roads more and
+more thronged with a motley Eastern crowd. It was Friday, the
+Mahometan Sabbath, which is, to some extent, a festal day; and,
+further, 600 Druse prisoners were rumoured to be coming in, and
+house-tops as well as streets were occupied by would-be spectators.
+
+A considerable force of troops, armed _cap-à-pie_ for active
+service, passed us, probably on the way to the Haurân; and what with
+them, and the camels, and the crowds, our drivers thought it well to
+turn back, instead of going any further--as, I think, was proposed
+to do--in the direction of the traditional site of St. Paul's
+conversion. So, returning through the city by a different route, we
+drove, past the Abana once more, to the heights of Salahiyeh away
+to the north-west. From thence there is a fine view of the "Pearl
+of the East," which lies, as is sometimes said, "like a spoon in
+the salad," the handle being the long straggling suburb which has
+grown up along the line of march by which Mecca pilgrims leave the
+city year by year. The resemblance was less striking to us than it
+would have been a month or two later, when the leafy springtime had
+clothed in green the broad expanse of trees, spreading around the
+minarets and domes and flat-roofed houses of the city. Snow-capped
+Hermon stood out quite clear to the west; and towards the east were
+pointed out the Meadow lakes, in which the "rivers of Damascus"
+lose themselves; and we knew--if we could not clearly see--that,
+beyond the limits of the oasis of which the city is the centre, the
+wide desert stretched away several weary days' ride to Palmyra. The
+site of St. Paul's conversion was pointed out in the distance; and,
+nearer at hand, the new barracks, and in the city itself, the ruins
+of the Great Mosque, once the glory of Damascus, destroyed by fire a
+few years ago.
+
+From some such point as this Mahomet gazed upon this "earthly
+paradise," fair indeed to eyes accustomed to the dreary desert;
+and, declaring that man could not have his heaven both here and
+hereafter, refused to enter the city. By the time we were in our
+hotel once more, it was the hour for lunch; and, that over, a
+party sallied forth on foot to visit the Bazaars. All the Western
+associations of this word must be banished from the mind, before one
+can call up a picture of the thing as it is in Cairo or Jerusalem,
+or, most picturesque of all, in Damascus. The "streets," which Ahab
+won the Israelites the privilege of making in this city, were, I
+suppose, nothing else than bazaars. According to time-honoured
+custom, we have here a classification by trades: silversmiths,
+leather-merchants, silk-merchants, brass-workers, shoemakers,
+sellers of "Turkish delight," and other sweets, vendors of inlaid
+work and so on, all have their well-known places. Lofty arcades
+cover some of the rows of little open shops, with no door but a net,
+drawn across the front during its owner's absence. The shopkeepers
+themselves seem to come out of the "Arabian Nights"; so does
+the stream of passengers on foot or horseback, or with mules or
+donkeys, or even in carriages, passing through these busy scenes of
+traffic. On our way thither, we stopped for a moment to admire the
+"Plane-tree of Omar," the growth, according to tradition, of the
+staff which the prophet's brother planted here. It is a grand old
+tree.
+
+Our dragoman undertook to do our shopping for us, but the sad
+experience we gained suggested (to say the least of it) that in such
+cases there is an understanding between him and the dealers not
+always to the advantage of the buyer.
+
+As to the Eastern method of trade, it is, more or less, the same
+everywhere, with few exceptions. You ask the price of the article;
+the shopman names a figure at least twice its value; you turn away,
+but, relenting, offer him a fraction of what he asks; he shrugs his
+shoulders, raises his eyebrows, and probably extends his hands,
+intimating that he would be ruined; you turn away again; he follows
+you; you express utter indifference, but, at length, repeat your
+offer, and, when this haggling has gone on long enough, carry off
+your purchase for the nearest approach you can get to its real
+value. I have heard of a bargain going on for a week! What between
+ignorance of the language, ignorance of the coinage, and ignorance
+of the value of the article, shopping in Damascus is venturesome
+work for travellers. With such purchases as we had secured, we
+wended our way homeward.
+
+Some of our party invited friends engaged in missionary work
+in the city to dine with us, and from them we gathered many
+interesting scraps of information about the life and work of British
+missionaries under the Turkish flag. As to political events, even in
+their immediate neighbourhood, our friends told us they knew less
+than folks at home, and had to wait for the London papers to know
+the facts. As regarded personal danger, they went quietly on with
+their work, and the recent storm seemed to have pretty well blown
+over.
+
+After dinner the entrance-hall was full of merchants, eager to
+dispose of their wares--silver and silk, antiques, such as daggers
+and swords, and so on. I think they drove a pretty brisk trade.
+
+[Illustration: INTERIOR OF THE ENGLISH CONSUL'S HOUSE AT DAMASCUS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+The open court soon presented another attraction. We were favoured
+there with two exhibitions of Damascene physical prowess. A pair of
+wrestlers, after baring themselves to the waist and greasing their
+bodies plentifully enough to suit Homer himself, displayed their
+skill to their own satisfaction; and a pair of doughty swordsmen
+engaged in a desperate combat, in which shouting and stamping seemed
+to bear an important part. They were certainly very careful not to
+hurt each other, only delivering in turn careful blows to be parried
+by the opponent's little shield, and then spinning round with the
+force of the blow to begin a new series of feints and shoutings and
+stamping. It was not a thrilling spectacle, though, of course, the
+surroundings gave it a certain interest. So our day in Damascus drew
+to its close, and we must be ready for an early start to-morrow.
+
+A glorious morning saw us betimes at the railway station, where some
+of our friends from home came to see us off. About nine the train
+steamed away; up the valley, over the mountains, into the clouds and
+the snow, till the blue waves of the Mediterranean came in sight
+once more; then down, down, down the steep descent, till we ran just
+ere nightfall into Beirut.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: GREAT ANNIVERSARIES]
+
+GREAT ANNIVERSARIESS
+
+_IN JANUARY._
+
+By the Rev. A. R. Buckland, M.A., Morning Preacher at the Foundling
+Hospital.
+
+
+The month of January brings around one anniversary which, of late,
+has been much in the minds of the British people. On January 26th,
+1885, General Gordon was slain at Khartoum. Born at Woolwich in
+1833, he had seen an extraordinary variety of service when he was
+sent to withdraw the garrisons shut up in the Soudan. It is needless
+to recall the circumstances of his gallant resistance in Khartoum,
+and of the noble valour shown in the unsuccessful endeavour to
+relieve him. The annals of the Empire can present to us men whose
+careers have been no less varied than that of Gordon, and soldiers
+whose piety has been as deep. Yet few of them have ever touched the
+public imagination as did the man who faced his death at Khartoum
+fourteen years ago.
+
+[Illustration: FOX'S MONUMENT IN THE ABBEY.
+
+(_Photo: York and Son, Notting Hill, W._)]
+
+The anniversaries of December brought together two rival statesmen
+of the first rank; so do the anniversaries of this present month.
+On January 24th, 1749, Charles James Fox was born. On January 23rd,
+1806, his rival, William Pitt, died. They passed away within a few
+months of each other, and lie together in Westminster Abbey, hard by
+the scene of their many struggles.
+
+[Illustration: WILLIAM CHILLINGWORTH.]
+
+To the month of January belongs Francis Bacon, who was born on the
+22nd. Posterity finds it an unpleasant task to join in the same
+thoughts the man who deserted his friends in the hour of their
+need, and used the highest office for the base ends of personal and
+financial aggrandisement, and the man who wrote the "Advancement of
+Learning" and the "Novum Organum." But Francis Bacon is not the only
+person whose practice has not always squared with the principles he
+taught to others. He died at Highgate in 1626.
+
+To the same month belongs another philosopher, George Berkeley,
+Bishop of Cloyne. Born in 1685, he is remembered mainly for the
+system of philosophy associated with his name, which treats the
+exterior material world as existing only in the mind. Few now
+think of him as one of the first to feel deeply interested in the
+spiritual necessities of the heathen. He was the originator of a
+project for converting the savages of America through the agency of
+a college to be established at Bermuda.
+
+"The Bible only is the religion of Protestants." The author of
+this oft-quoted and often misinterpreted saying was William
+Chillingworth, who died on January 30th, 1644. The sentence comes
+from his chief work, "The Religion of Protestants a Safe Way to
+Salvation." Chillingworth, who was born in 1602, and educated at
+Oxford, fell under the influence of Fisher, Laud's great opponent in
+the controversy with Rome, and was received into the Roman Church.
+But his mind was soon unsettled again, and Laud, his godfather,
+brought him back once more to the Church of England. He returned
+to Oxford, and gave himself to the defence of Protestantism.
+Chillingworth was a devoted Royalist, and saw service on the King's
+side in the Civil War. He died at Chichester, and was buried in the
+cathedral.
+
+A contemporary of Chillingworth, born on January 25th, 1627,
+deserves also to be remembered in this place. Robert Boyle was
+the son of the great Earl of Cork, a conspicuous figure in the
+Stuart times. Educated at Eton, he settled down at Stalbridge in
+Dorsetshire to the study of natural philosophy. He found a place
+amongst the chief men of science of his day, and became one of
+the originators of the Royal Society. His foundation of the Boyle
+Lectures "for proving the Christian religion against Atheists,
+Deists, Pagans, Jews, and Mohammedans," was a witness, no doubt, to
+the mental struggles through which he himself had passed. He was,
+however, an active layman, full of good works, and one of the early
+friends of foreign missions. Boyle died in 1691, and was buried in
+Westminster Abbey.
+
+[Illustration: SIR SIDNEY WATERLOW.
+
+(_Photo: Walery, Ltd., Regent Street, W._)]
+
+On the thirteenth of the month, in the year 1838, died Lord
+Chancellor Eldon. He was one of a family of sixteen, the son of
+a Newcastle coal-fitter. He also might have been a coal-fitter,
+but his elder brother was at Oxford, on the way to becoming Lord
+Stowell. To him John Scott was sent, and the younger son, like the
+elder, used his Oxford chances well. He made a runaway marriage,
+and at one time seemed likely to take holy orders; but, helped by
+their parents, the young couple came to London. John Scott, after
+some waiting, made his mark in the Court of Chancery, and then went
+steadily on to the Woolsack. In politics, an unbending Tory, he
+distrusted all reform. But he was a good lawyer, though harassed by
+a capacity for doubting and the love of an "if."
+
+[Illustration: DR. JAMES WAKLEY.
+
+(_Photo: Barraud, Oxford Street, W._)]
+
+To the month of January belongs the establishment of the Hospital
+Sunday Fund. From the year 1869 to the year 1872 the late Dr. James
+Wakley, editor of the _Lancet_, urged the establishment of such a
+fund; but it was not until January 16th, 1873, that the meeting
+which gave birth to the movement was held in the Mansion House. Sir
+Sidney Waterlow was Lord Mayor that year, and he became the first
+treasurer and president of the fund.
+
+There are several anniversaries in the month of January which have a
+peculiar interest for the supporters of foreign missions. On January
+16th, 1736, the Rev. John Wesley was appointed by the Society for
+the Propagation of the Gospel a missionary for Georgia. On January
+9th, 1752, the Rev. T. Thompson, the first missionary sent to West
+Africa, landed at Fort Gambia. On January 1st, 1861, the heroic
+Bishop C. F. Mackenzie was consecrated in the cathedral at Capetown,
+the first bishop for Central Africa. There is no more pathetic story
+in the history of foreign missions than the account of his short
+episcopate. He was the first bishop consecrated in the Colonies for
+a region outside the limits of the British Empire.
+
+[Illustration: BISHOP MACKENZIE.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: PLEDGED]
+
+PLEDGED
+
+By Katharine Tynan, Author of "A Daughter of Erin," Etc.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+MOTHER AND SON.
+
+
+"I have bad news for you, Anthony," said Lady Jane Trevithick, when
+the butler had at last closed the door behind him, and mother and
+son were left together.
+
+"Not very bad, I trust, mother?"
+
+"It is about your poor Uncle Wilton. I did not bother you with it
+till you had had your dinner. He is ill."
+
+"Ill? What's the matter with him?"
+
+"A very serious collapse, I'm afraid. The last letter said he was
+unconscious. You'll have to go to him, Anthony, I suppose."
+
+"His state is not dangerous? Surely not, or you would not have
+delayed about telling me?"
+
+"There is no immediate fear," said Lady Jane coldly. "I have only
+known of his illness a few days. If you had not been coming, I
+should have wired to you, of course. But since you were coming, I
+didn't see the use of it. The doctor said that everything was being
+done."
+
+"Poor old Uncle Wilton. He is alone and ill, then?"
+
+"He is always alone, so I do not see that that fact adds anything to
+his being ill."
+
+"Of course, I must go to him. I didn't want to, though. Not just
+now."
+
+He looked up at his mother's handsome face, almost as though he
+longed to find some tenderness in it; but there was none. Lady Jane,
+a superb figure in her brocade and diamonds, was calmly waving her
+fan to and fro, as if no such things as illness or loneliness or
+death existed in the world.
+
+"You won't rush away, headlong? You can spare a day or two to
+me--and to Kitty?" She smiled frostily. "Kitty has been looking
+forward to your coming, Anthony."
+
+"It is very good of Lady Kitty," he said, contracting his eyebrows
+in a frown. "She is still with you, then?"
+
+"She is good enough to brighten up my loneliness, dear child. I
+don't know what I should do without Kitty."
+
+"You seem to get on well together."
+
+Again his fingers drummed impatiently.
+
+"She is a dear child to me," said Lady Jane, her face becoming
+almost warm. "I wish she had been my daughter, really."
+
+"You would rather have her than your son, mother?"
+
+"You have never given me any trouble, Anthony, but you are more your
+father's child than mine."
+
+"Some women would have loved me all the more," said the boy, again
+frowning heavily.
+
+He took a cigar and lit it. Then he said, with apparent
+carelessness--
+
+"It was good of Lady Kitty to go out to-night. I suppose she thought
+we would have things to talk about after nearly six months of
+absence."
+
+"Oh, dear, no," said the mother. "It was an old engagement, that was
+all. Kitty knows I'm not sentimental."
+
+"Except where she is concerned."
+
+"I shall think you are jealous, Anthony," and as she spoke the
+half-softened expression momentarily lit her face.
+
+"Of whom, mother?"
+
+"Not of your mother, Anthony."
+
+The young man again made an impatient movement.
+
+"You are not interested in my six months of absence."
+
+"Among savages, my poor Anthony."
+
+"They are not the least bit in the world savages, mother. They are
+very charming people."
+
+"I daresay, but who are _they_?"
+
+"Mr. Graydon--and his family."
+
+"Oh, I didn't know he had a family. Of course, he was married
+before he sold out. He married beneath him. It was something rather
+disgraceful, I think. Afterwards--he went under."
+
+"I am sure he did nothing disgraceful, mother. He would be no more
+capable of it than--my father. Besides, I have seen Mrs. Graydon's
+picture; it hangs over his study mantelpiece. She was a lovely young
+woman, and very distinctly a lady."
+
+Lady Jane yawned.
+
+"Indeed! I am not interested in Mr. Graydon's family affairs. I know
+he married beneath him."
+
+"Mother, why do you detest Graydon so much?"
+
+At the point-blank question a dark flush rose to Lady Jane's cheek.
+
+"I am not aware that I detest him. You are like your father, always
+making absurd friendships, and jumping to absurd conclusions."
+
+"I am glad to be like my father."
+
+She said nothing, and he went on, "Yes, of course, I must go to
+uncle at once. If I go to Liverpool to-morrow night, I should get a
+boat on Thursday. Yet I did not want to go now."
+
+His mother glanced over her shoulder at him. There was an expectancy
+in her face which brightened and softened it.
+
+"No, surely. Why, you haven't yet even seen Kitty. She will be vexed
+that she was out."
+
+"I wasn't thinking of Lady Kitty."
+
+"Oh!" and her face stiffened again. "I don't profess to understand
+the young men of the present generation."
+
+"Mother," said the young man--and he blushed like a girl--"tell me
+plainly: how much truth is there in what you are always suggesting,
+that Lady Kitty's affections are involved where I am concerned?"
+
+"What do you mean, Anthony? It is a question you should ask Kitty
+yourself. You are not afraid of the answer, surely?"
+
+"I hope she cares nothing for me."
+
+"You _hope_!" cried Lady Jane incredulously.
+
+"Yes," said her son doggedly. "It is a disgustingly foppish thing
+for a man to have to say; but I hope it----"
+
+"Are you mad, Anthony?"
+
+"Not that I know, mother. You have always suggested a marriage
+between us, and have behaved as if there were some such
+understanding, but it has been entirely your doing. I was a young
+idiot not to have put my foot on it long ago, but worse than that I
+have not been."
+
+"You will not dare to play with Kitty."
+
+His mother had stood up and faced him, and her eyes blazed at him.
+
+"I play with no lady," said her son, meeting her glance steadily. "I
+have fetched and carried for Kitty, because she was always here, and
+a woman--and young and pretty perhaps; I have never said a word of
+love to her."
+
+"You have allowed it to be understood; and if you play her false
+now, you will kill her. You know how delicate she is. She is dearer
+to me than you are, ten thousand times over."
+
+The young man bowed stiffly.
+
+"I daresay, but that is no reason why you should persuade me that
+your will is, or has been, or ever will be, mine."
+
+"Kitty's money would make you very rich."
+
+"That would be the last reason, mother."
+
+"If you brought me Kitty for a daughter, I should love you."
+
+"I have grown used to doing without your love."
+
+Her eyes blazed at him again.
+
+"There is someone else, I suppose?"
+
+"There is someone else," he repeated after her.
+
+"Not someone you have met over there?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I thought ill would come of it; but you cared no more for my wishes
+than your father before you. Who is it?"
+
+"I am sorry you are so bitter, mother. It is Mr. Graydon's daughter."
+
+"Archibald Graydon's daughter!"
+
+She put her hand to her throat with an hysterical gesture which he
+had never before observed in her. Her face was livid with anger, and
+for a moment its expression shocked him.
+
+"You are going to jilt my Kitty for that man's daughter!" she cried,
+when she had recovered her power of speech.
+
+"There is no question of jilting Lady Kitty," he answered steadily.
+"But I am certainly going to marry Mr. Graydon's daughter, Pamela."
+
+"Some wild savage."
+
+"A beautiful and gentle girl."
+
+"You will be beggars together."
+
+"Not necessarily. We shall not be very rich, but that is another
+thing."
+
+Lady Jane turned from him, and gazed at the fire. For several
+minutes there was silence between them. Then she spoke again without
+looking at him.
+
+"You will go your own way, I suppose--only give me time to soften
+the blow it will be to Kitty."
+
+He would have spoken, but she lifted her hand with an imperious
+gesture, and went on--
+
+"Kitty loves you. Why she should I do not know, but, most
+unfortunately, it is true. I shall never speak of it again after
+this. Give me time, I beg you."
+
+There was something imploring in her gesture.
+
+"You can have plenty of time," he said. "But even yet I cannot
+believe she loves me. A woman's love is not given on such slight
+grounds. Why, I have never pressed her hand even."
+
+"You know nothing about it. Would it have made any difference to you
+if you had believed she loved you?"
+
+[Illustration: "=You will not dare to play with Kitty.="--_p. 203._]
+
+"None. I love once and for ever."
+
+"If I believed that to be true, I should be sorry for you."
+
+"It is true, mother."
+
+She waved him off contemptuously.
+
+"It is true of a few people in this world, but you are not one of
+them."
+
+"Mere assertion is nothing."
+
+"Are you engaged to this--this young woman?" She brought the words
+out with a jerk.
+
+"In honour, yes; formally, no."
+
+"Ah, then you will go away, and I shall have my own time for telling
+Kitty."
+
+"Yes, if you wish for it."
+
+"You will not engage yourself to the girl till Kitty knows?"
+
+"You are exacting, mother. I have to think of Miss Graydon too."
+
+"You can think of her all your life. It is my Kitty that is to be
+deserted and betrayed. You don't know what you are doing."
+
+"Mother, it is some mania of yours. Desertion and betrayal are
+strong words."
+
+"Let them pass. Technically, I suppose you are free from reproach."
+
+He made a weary gesture, and let her speech pass without answer.
+
+Suddenly the silence of the room was broken by the _frou-frou_ of a
+silk dress in the corridor outside.
+
+"Ah, here is my Kitty," said Lady Jane. "Are you cold, my darling?
+and was your party pleasant? Come to the fire."
+
+A young lady, slight and brilliantly fair, had entered the room
+languidly.
+
+"So you have come, Anthony," she said, extending a white hand to
+him. "I hope you had a pleasant journey."
+
+He helped her to take off her cloak, and she seated herself, as if
+by right, in the most comfortable chair in the room. The fire leaped
+and sparkled in the grate and brought millions of rays from the
+diamonds in her hair and on her neck.
+
+"How cosy you are here!" she said. "It was a horrid party--so dull!
+That is why I came home early."
+
+"You would like some tea?" said Lady Jane.
+
+"Yes, please. Oh, thank you," as Anthony rang the bell. "It is
+pleasant to see you home again."
+
+[Illustration: =Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.=--_p.
+206._]
+
+"He is leaving us very soon," said Lady Jane, and her tones were
+again cold and measured. "He feels it his duty to go to nurse his
+Uncle Wilton."
+
+"Why?" said the young woman, lifting her eyebrows. "Is there no one
+at Washington to look after him? Or is the lot of a diplomat so
+friendless?"
+
+Anthony frowned at her tone.
+
+"He is very ill, and he is my father's only brother. My place is
+with him."
+
+"You are a self-sacrificing young man. First, you bury yourself
+among Irish savages; now, at a moment's notice, you are off to nurse
+the sick. I should think a valet would do quite as well."
+
+"Here is your tea, Lady Kitty," the young man said coldly.
+
+"By the way, I sat beside such a pleasant old man at dinner, Sir
+Rodney Durant. He asked me about you, and I told him of your exile.
+I ought to apologise for calling your hosts savages, by the way,
+for he told me a most interesting story about your tutor--Graydon,
+isn't it? It seems old Lord Downside cut him off with an angry penny
+because he married some friendless little beauty. Scandal said the
+old lord himself had pretensions. And then, to spite his heir, he
+married his cook or someone, and has a wretchedly delicate little
+boy of thirteen or thereabouts. Why didn't you tell me, Auntie
+Janie, or did you not know?"
+
+"I never take notice of gossip, Kitty."
+
+"But is it gossip? You ought to know, for your husband and this man
+were friends. To hear Sir Rodney, the man Graydon was a sort of hero
+of romance."
+
+"An old man's stories, my dear."
+
+But Sir Anthony's face had brightened.
+
+"Graydon is a splendid fellow," he said. "I am sure he is all
+Sir Rodney said." And his smile at Lady Kitty was now full of
+friendliness.
+
+"Well, I'm sure it's nice to hear of such people nowadays," said
+Lady Kitty, yawning, "I thought they only existed in books. But
+such an interesting story, Auntie Janie! If you knew of it, why
+didn't you tell me, instead of treating the man as a kind of bucolic
+savage?"
+
+Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.
+
+"Go to bed, my darling," she said; "and don't sit up romancing. You
+must have your beauty-sleep, you know."
+
+"Bother my beauty-sleep!" said the young lady irreverently.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+THE GREAT EVENT.
+
+
+The Vandaleur function was over, and for a long time to come the
+young women of that part must feel a certain flatness in their days,
+as one does when an event eagerly expected is over and done with.
+
+For the sisters the function had been a series of triumphs, to all
+appearance. They had been, as Miss Spencer put it, "dressed as
+befitted their position." They had not had, after all, to call in
+Mrs. Cullen's Nancy, for on the Christmas Eve a delightful box had
+come for each of the _débutantes_, with Miss Spencer's love.
+
+Pamela's contained a rather short-waisted frock of lilac silk, with
+a fichu of chiffon tied softly round the shoulders.
+
+Sylvia's gown, made somewhat similarly, was of white satin, and her
+innocent face and golden head rose out of it a vision of loveliness.
+
+It would be hard indeed to say which was the most beautiful girl
+that night; but Sylvia held her little court, or rather augmented it
+during the evening, while Pamela's, somehow, seemed to melt and fall
+away.
+
+Miss Spencer found a comfortable seat for herself in one of the long
+galleries after dinner, and remained there, while one or another of
+her old cronies and admirers came up to talk with her.
+
+She was almost as great a success in her way as Sylvia, of
+whom she caught glimpses now and again, waving her immense fan
+where she stood in the centre of the gallery, and playing with
+the conversation about her much as one plays at battledore and
+shuttlecock.
+
+"The child will do," said Miss Spencer to herself, when Sir John
+Beaumont, an old admirer of hers, had gone to fetch her some
+refreshment. "Wonderful how she makes all those men look so
+delighted with her and themselves! It reminds me of a girl who could
+do that. Who was it? And what happened afterwards?... Ah! Pamela,"
+she said, speaking aloud, "so you have come to see what I am doing."
+
+"To stay with you awhile, Miss Spencer," said Pamela, creeping into
+the shadowy corner beside her.
+
+"And where are all the beaux, my dear? It is not as if your heart
+was elsewhere."
+
+Pamela smiled a wan little smile.
+
+"I'm tired, Miss Spencer. I can't keep it up like Sylvia."
+
+"Hoity-toity, _tired_! No, you can't be tired. It will be years
+before there is another event like this. Let me call Mr. Wandesforde
+over there to take you to hear this Dublin singer, Madame Squallini,
+or whatever the woman's name is. All the people have gone trooping
+off to the music-room to hear her."
+
+"Please don't, dear Miss Spencer, I would so much rather sit here by
+you. I have heard a great many fine singers already."
+
+"Why, what's come to you, Pam? You used to be as full of fun as
+Sylvia. Now you are like a girl whose lover has gone away--I know
+how such a one would feel--and has never come back to her."
+
+Sir John Beaumont returned at this moment.
+
+"I don't know whether your father or your sister is in the greatest
+demand, Miss Graydon," he said. "I heard peals of laughter as
+I passed the sitting-room, and, looking in, I saw your father
+delighting them. He's a charming fellow, upon my word. He's wasted
+on rusticity."
+
+"Indeed, Sir John, I suppose the rustics ought all to be plain and
+stupid," said Miss Spencer.
+
+"Ah, my dear lady," murmured the old gentleman, "that would be to do
+without you."
+
+"Oh, I daresay; you always had a pretty speech ready. And what about
+Pam here?"
+
+"Miss Pamela belongs to the country, as lilies and roses do."
+
+"She likes to bloom in the shade," said Miss Spencer, a bit
+irritably. "What do you think of a girl who prefers to sit in the
+corner rather than hold a court as her younger sister is doing?"
+
+"It's cruel to the young fellows, Miss Pamela--that's what it is."
+
+"It isn't as if she were an engaged girl."
+
+"Ah! that would be rough on the young fellows, before they had more
+than a chance of seeing her."
+
+Pamela listened to this brisk interchange between her elders with a
+faint smile. She certainly looked tired, and as the evening went on
+she held her quiet place by Miss Spencer, who was very animated, and
+talked enough to cover her silence.
+
+Once she had realised that Pamela was really tired and wanted to sit
+still, her kindness of heart was aroused. She even waved off the
+swains who came at intervals to coax Pamela out of her corner.
+
+At last the evening, which Pamela had felt endless, was really
+drawing to an end.
+
+"You poor dears," said Sylvia, standing over them, and still waving
+her great fan, "I'm afraid I've been keeping you out of your beds an
+unconscionable time."
+
+"Hear her!" cried Miss Spencer. "You'd think we were her
+grandmothers."
+
+"Only Pam," said Sylvia. "I've been watching you. You didn't seem to
+find it dull."
+
+Miss Spencer laughed, well pleased.
+
+"I'm afraid we're much of a muchness," she said; "but your sister
+here, I'm disappointed in her. I think she has a headache, poor
+child. It isn't as if she had a lover now."
+
+Pamela did not answer, but walked meekly by Miss Spencer's side,
+with Sir John Beaumont murmuring his old-world compliments in her
+ear.
+
+Sylvia went on before, surrounded by a phalanx of black coats, which
+escorted her to Miss Spencer's carriage.
+
+Pam listened to all the gay good-nights with a throbbing head and an
+extreme flatness and dulness of spirit.
+
+"Graydon'll be up all night," said Miss Spencer as they rolled away.
+"He enjoyed himself immensely and added to the enjoyment of others.
+Your father's well-fitted to shine in society, girls. 'Tis a pity,
+as Beaumont says, he should be shut up here."
+
+"Didn't he propose Mr. Vandaleur's health beautifully after dinner?"
+said Sylvia. "I sat where I could see him, and all the time he had a
+twinkle in his eye."
+
+"He ought to be in Parliament himself," said Miss Spencer
+emphatically. "Vandaleur isn't worth a rush."
+
+"But what was the matter with Pam?" asked Sylvia. "Why, Pam's
+asleep!"
+
+[Illustration: =Her kindness of heart was aroused.=]
+
+"Never mind your sister, minx, but tell me about your conquests.
+Which of them did you like best?"
+
+"Let me see," said Sylvia. "There was Captain Vavasour--from the
+barracks. He asked leave to call."
+
+"Did he, indeed, and what did you say?"
+
+"I told him yes, if he'd chance finding me unemployed. I'd so much
+to do feeding the fowls, and washing the dogs, and keeping the pony
+clean, let alone my household duties."
+
+"Why, you've none, except eating the jam--and that's a pleasure.
+What did he say?"
+
+"He said he'd be enchanted to help me at any of these occupations."
+
+"That was nice of him. What about the other lad from the barracks?"
+
+"Mr. Baker? Oh, I like him. He's game for anything. He's coming
+ratting with Pat one day. He has an English terrier, but I told him
+he wouldn't be a patch on Pat."
+
+"You talked of ratting in that frock?"
+
+"Yes, he was delighted. He confessed it was a passion with him."
+
+"I saw you talking to the Master. He's a fine-looking fellow, but
+not a patch on Tom Charteris."
+
+[Illustration: "Wake up, sleepy-head!"]
+
+"He asked me why I didn't hunt. I said I often thought of doing it
+on Neddy, only he was a buck-jumper. He said that wouldn't matter,
+except that all the world would be riding to hounds on donkeys
+presently and taking the ditches backward. He, too, is coming to
+call. They're all coming to call. I should like to see Bridget's
+face when she's expected to provide afternoon tea. If they keep
+ringing at the door, she won't pretend not to hear them; she has
+the excuse that the bell's broken. Then they'll have to go away in
+tears. I told that young St. Quintin, the Eton boy, so. He said,
+after he'd done crying, he'd come in by the window. I really believe
+he would. He's so cheeky."
+
+"But you don't tell me which you liked best. I daresay they all
+thought you no end of a minx."
+
+"Let me see," said Sylvia, with a dispassionate air. "Why, Lord
+Glengall, of course."
+
+"Glengall! with his hatchet face and his forty odd years!"
+
+"I think he has a dear face; his eyes are just like Pat's."
+
+"I wouldn't think of Glengall--that is, if I were free."
+
+"Ah, you see, I don't care seriously for boys. I like them well
+enough to talk to; but Glengall one can take seriously."
+
+"He didn't join your court, though."
+
+"No, he wouldn't. I actually went up to have a little chat with him,
+and he said, as if I were four years old: 'Now you must go and talk
+to the boys, Miss Sylvia. I don't want a dozen duels on my hands.'"
+
+"I daresay he thought you a forward minx."
+
+"I don't think he would. Only he would take some persuading to
+believe that I really preferred talking to him. He stood in a corner
+then, and watched Pam out of his nice, kind, faithful eyes."
+
+"He wouldn't have any nonsense in his head about Pam? You don't mean
+that?"
+
+"Oh, I don't think he's in love with Pam. He'd look just the same at
+me if he thought I was tired or melancholy. I think I'll try it."
+
+"Let him alone, minx. But here we are," as the carriage stopped.
+"Wake up, sleepy-head!"--to Pam--"you can get to bed as fast as you
+like now."
+
+But even when Pam was in bed, Sylvia still paced up and down, waving
+her big fan.
+
+"I'm too excited to sleep, you old dunderhead," she said. "I wish it
+was all to come over again."
+
+"You will be tired in the morning, Sylvia."
+
+"No, I shan't; I shall be as fresh as possible. I shall dream it all
+over again. There, wait till I've brushed my hair, and I'll let you
+go to sleep. Not that I can understand your wanting to sleep; you
+were just as keen about this as I was."
+
+"Yes," said Pam, languidly.
+
+"I'm downright disappointed in you. Don't you know I'd have enjoyed
+it all twice as much if you were enjoying it too? I'm glad papa was
+there; the glances of enjoyment he sent me from the high table were
+exhilarating. Wasn't it nice the way all those little round tables
+were set out? And didn't Vandaleur junior do his duty well as a
+host? By the way, wasn't it low of Trevithick not to come back after
+all?"
+
+"I daresay there was some good reason."
+
+"Then he ought to have said there was. It is very uncivil to papa,
+too, not to return on the date arranged, and not to write."
+
+"He couldn't mean to be uncivil," said Pamela, faintly.
+
+"I'll tell you what. If I hadn't eaten those old sweets he sent me
+at Christmas I'd fire them back at his head: wouldn't you his old
+violets if they weren't dead and gone?"
+
+Pamela touched in her dark corner a little basket of withered
+violets, which, for reasons best known to herself, she had taken to
+bed with her.
+
+"You are too impulsive, Sylvia," she said, stung out of her silence.
+"Why should Sir Anthony be uncivil or unkind? I know he meant to
+return to-night."
+
+"So I heard him say," said Sylvia, cynically; "but I never mind
+those boys, Pam; they've no ballast."
+
+"Oh, Sylvia! I'm sure Sir Anthony has plenty of ballast. There must
+be some explanation, and when we have heard it you'll be ashamed of
+your rash judgment."
+
+"Not I, for if it isn't true of him, it's true of most youths of his
+age. Do you think his mother's at the bottom of it, Pam?"
+
+"How should I know, Sylvia? What makes you think of her?"
+
+"Well, from something he let fall one day, I guessed that she didn't
+want him to come here. Then he showed me her photograph in his
+album. She looked chock-full of pride and insolence. I believe a
+woman who looked like that would do anything."
+
+"I should think Sir Anthony would know his own mind in the matter."
+
+"I daresay, but she may have been up to some mischief. And talking
+of mothers makes me think of Glengall."
+
+"Why should it, Sylvia?"
+
+"Well, there was that old mother of his. Think of his hard years,
+poor dear! No prosperity would wipe out the traces. He is as
+anxious-looking as Pat, and Pat is the very image of Micky Morrissy,
+who is always six months in arrear with his rent, and expects a
+notice of eviction any day. I say, Pam"--suddenly--"would you marry
+Glengall?"
+
+"Sylvia!"
+
+"Would you? I know he's nearly as old as dad, and all that--but
+would you?"
+
+"No, Sylvia."
+
+"Well, then, I would. But he likes you better than me."
+
+"He likes us both as his friend's little girls."
+
+"I know; he'd never think of us in any other light. Still, if he
+liked me best, I'd make him think."
+
+"How, Sylvia?"
+
+"Why, I'd just ask him to marry me."
+
+"He'd think you wanted the gold."
+
+"That he wouldn't. It shows how little you know of him."
+
+"Well, then, other people would."
+
+"We shouldn't care about that."
+
+"We? Who?"
+
+"Glengall and I."
+
+"Sylvia, you're talking as if you were really in earnest."
+
+"So I am, but he likes you better than me. You ought to marry him,
+Pam."
+
+But, to Sylvia's dismay, Pamela suddenly burst into tears.
+
+"I shall never marry anyone," she cried amid her sobs.
+
+"You poor dear old duffer, I was advising you for your good. But
+you're tired out. There, go asleep. I shan't take you to any more
+functions."
+
+And Sylvia blew out the candle and jumped into bed. But Pamela, with
+the withered violets close to her, cried herself to sleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+"THE WORLD IS SO CRUEL."
+
+
+"There's a horse-fair at Kilmacredden on Saturday," said Lord
+Glengall. "I was thinking you might find time to come along with me
+and see what's to be picked up."
+
+"It isn't time I'd be wanting," said Mr. Graydon, "and you know it
+isn't inclination."
+
+"Very well, then, you'll come. We'll have to make an early start and
+give the mare her time over the mountain. Will four o'clock do?"
+
+"For me, yes. Will you get up on Saturday morning and see that
+there's a cup of tea ready for me by four o'clock?"
+
+This to Sylvia, who was demurely making tea at a side-table.
+
+"You know I will. Next to being up all night I like to get up before
+daybreak."
+
+Lord Glengall broke into a slow smile as he turned to look at the
+speaker. He sat astride a small chair, with his chin resting on the
+back. He still wore the frieze coat which he had on when he entered;
+and with his clean-shaven, melancholy face and deep-set eyes, he
+looked like nothing so much as a hard-pressed mountain farmer,
+just as Sylvia had described him. Yet the smile was one of great
+sweetness, and the mingled simplicity and shrewdness of the face
+were far from being unattractive.
+
+[Illustration: Lady Jane looked a little flurried.]
+
+"'Tis well for you, Graydon," he said, "to have little girls to do
+the like for you."
+
+"You must marry, Glengall, and be properly taken care of," said Mr.
+Graydon.
+
+"I'm past marrying," said Lord Glengall; "I leave that to the girls
+and boys."
+
+"They'd make foolish marriages," said Sylvia, "if they were left to
+themselves."
+
+Lord Glengall smiled more broadly.
+
+"'Tis a prudent little woman you're owning, Graydon," he said. "You
+should turn match-maker, Miss Sylvia."
+
+"For you, Lord Glengall?"
+
+"I'll go bail you'd find no one to have me, Miss Sylvia."
+
+"If I do will you entertain the proposal, Lord Glengall?"
+
+"Provided she's not too old and will marry me for myself."
+
+"I think I can find her for you, Lord Glengall."
+
+"Come, Sylvia, give Glengall his tea, and don't be talking
+nonsense," said Mr. Graydon, laughing.
+
+"Here it is for you, Lord Glengall, just as you like it--hot, strong
+and sweet."
+
+"Thank you, Miss Sylvia; it's as good as ever I made for myself in
+the Bush."
+
+The two men fell to talking of business matters, while Sylvia
+manipulated the teacups. Now and again she looked towards the door.
+Mary was finishing her letter to Mick in the chilly room upstairs,
+and Pamela had taken the dogs for a walk.
+
+"If they don't come soon," muttered Sylvia over her teacup, "this
+tea won't be fit to drink, and Bridget's in no humour to make more."
+
+A rat-tat at the hall-door knocker interrupted her meditations.
+
+"Some of those young fellows from the barracks, Sylvia," suggested
+her father.
+
+"It can't be," said Sylvia. "Mr. Baker was here yesterday, and Mr.
+De Quincy on Tuesday, and Captain Vavasour's coming to-morrow."
+
+"Lady Jane Trevithick," announced Bridget, flinging the door open.
+
+"Oh, dear!" muttered Sylvia; "and it's one of Bridget's bad days
+when she won't wear an apron. Now, where has the woman dropped from?"
+
+Lady Jane swept across the room magnificent in purple and sables.
+
+"How do you do?" said Mr. Graydon, going to meet her. "This _is_ a
+pleasure. My daughter, Lady Jane. My friend, Glengall. No, don't sit
+there. There's a dog in that chair."
+
+For a self-possessed woman Lady Jane looked a little flurried.
+Without meeting her host's gaze, she took the chair he handed her,
+and turned it so that she sat with her back to the light. She bowed
+in answer to his introductions, and, having seated herself, spoke in
+a voice which she tried hard to keep under control.
+
+"I find myself unexpectedly almost a neighbour of yours, Mr.
+Graydon, and I did myself the pleasure of calling."
+
+"You are very good, Lady Jane."
+
+He looked at her with kindly scrutiny. Perhaps he was trying to find
+in the middle-aged face the features of the proud and stately girl
+who had married his dearest friend years ago. If so, the darkness in
+which she sat baffled him.
+
+"I am staying with Mr. Verschoyle," she went on; "I suppose you
+count him a neighbour?"
+
+"Yes, as country neighbours go. I have met him sometimes on the
+Bench. I was not aware you knew him."
+
+Lady Jane did not say that she had disinterred an old and almost
+forgotten invitation in order to lead up to this visit.
+
+"I knew him years ago," she said. "But, by the way, have you heard
+from my boy?"
+
+"Not directly--nothing since your Ladyship's letter."
+
+"That is careless of Anthony! But he is nursing his uncle, you know,
+and I daresay is finding time for a little mild amusement as well."
+
+"Trevithick is no better?"
+
+"No, I am sorry to say. There is no saying when he will be better,
+or if he will ever be really better. My son thinks he ought to stay
+with him, however."
+
+"I am sure he is right," said Mr. Graydon, heartily.
+
+"And this is--Pamela, I suppose?" said Lady Jane, turning her head
+with forced graciousness to Sylvia, who was bringing her her tea.
+
+"No; Pam will be here presently. This is Sylvia, my youngest girl."
+
+"I am very much indebted to you all, Mr. Graydon, for making my son
+so happy. He was grieved not to return to you, I know."
+
+Still her eyes never met those of her host.
+
+Seeing that he was practically ignored in the conversation, Lord
+Glengall got up awkwardly, and with a bow to the visitor, and an
+affectionate nod to Sylvia, took himself off.
+
+"Ugh!" said Lady Jane to herself; "he smells of the stables! And to
+think of Archie Graydon coming down to associate with such bucolics!"
+
+Mary came in a little later and was introduced. Then came Pam. The
+February air had blown a fitful flame into her cheeks, and when
+she entered the drawing-room, not knowing there was a visitor,
+Lady Jane's name blew the flame higher, and then extinguished it
+altogether.
+
+Her father watched her curiously, as she stood looking gravely down
+into Lady Jane's face. The lady, who could be gracious when she
+liked, held Pamela's hand a minute, and there was a caress in her
+voice as she spoke to her.
+
+"I can't feel," she said to Mr. Graydon, "that your girls are
+strangers to me. I have heard such charming things about them from
+my son."
+
+"Well, indeed," said Mr. Graydon, to whom belief in the goodwill
+of all the world came easily, "I should hope that we need not be
+strangers to a Trevithick. I have never forgotten my love for
+Gerald, Lady Jane."
+
+"He was devoted to you," said the widow.
+
+No one could have supposed from Lady Jane's manner that the visit
+was a painful and difficult ordeal to her. Yet, when she was seated
+in her carriage again, and had driven out of sight of Mr. Graydon,
+bowing bare-headed on the doorstep, she drew a sigh of actual
+physical relief.
+
+Mr. Graydon returned to the drawing-room, rubbing his hands together.
+
+"What a charming woman!" he said, coming up to the fire.
+
+"I call her a cat!" said Sylvia, concisely.
+
+"Oh, Sylvia!" cried Mary Graydon and her father simultaneously; but
+Pamela said nothing. Lady Jane, for all her _empressement_, had not
+made Pamela believe in her; indeed, Lady Jane was not sufficiently
+an actress to deceive any but the most simple people. It was new to
+her to play a part--to pretend fondness and friendship where she
+felt arrogant dislike; and, to give her her due, she had played it
+badly.
+
+The day after Mr. Graydon had gone to the horse-fair with Lord
+Glengall, he came out of the study as Pamela was going languidly
+upstairs, and called her in. He put her in a comfortable chair by
+the fire, and then stood leaning on the dusty mantelpiece, and
+regarding her with a wistful and tender gaze.
+
+"Not well, Pam?" he said at last.
+
+"A little out-of-sorts," she answered, dropping her eyes before his
+gaze.
+
+"When did it begin, Pam--this being out-of-sorts? Up to Christmas I
+thought you were blooming like a wild rose."
+
+Pamela made a movement as if to escape.
+
+"One is not always just the same," she said; "and you fancy things,
+dad."
+
+"Glengall noticed it, too. Don't go, child--we haven't finished our
+conversation."
+
+"Lord Glengall is as fatherly to us as you are. He is always
+watching us like a mother-hen over a brood of ducklings."
+
+Pamela spoke with an attempt at her old sparkle, but her face
+retained the cold dulness which had fallen upon it of late, and
+which made the father's heart ache to see it.
+
+"Glengall is a good fellow, Pam," he said, wistfully.
+
+"He's a dear," said Pam, in her listless way.
+
+"A girl might do worse than marry Glengall."
+
+"That's what Sylvia says."
+
+"Sylvia's a wise child. And what do you think, Pam?"
+
+"I?--I haven't thought about it."
+
+"Could you think of it, Pam?"
+
+Pamela looked at him incredulously.
+
+"Poor Glengall would like to marry you, Pam. He's troubled about
+you, poor fellow. He'd like to take you away, and show you all the
+beautiful world, and lavish his wealth upon you. Could you do it,
+Pam?"
+
+To his consternation, Pam put down her head on the study-table, and
+burst into tears.
+
+"There, Pam, there! I didn't mean to distress you, and I know
+Glengall wouldn't for the world. I only told you because I thought
+you ought to know. He has no hope at all himself--and would never
+ask you, I am sure. Only he is so good. I should know a little girl
+of mine was safe with him."
+
+Pam still sobbed, with her face buried in the dusty papers.
+
+"There, there, child!" said her father, "don't think about it any
+more. Poor Glengall! Of course, I know he's too old, and you are
+only a child; and he'd be the first to say the young should marry
+the young."
+
+"I don't want to marry anyone," sobbed Pam. "Why can't I join a
+sisterhood and be at peace?"
+
+Mr. Graydon passed his hand fondly over the rumpled curls.
+
+"You'd hate it, Pam, that's what you would. You'd come back again in
+a week."
+
+"I hate the world!" cried Pam. "The world is so cruel."
+
+"Poor little girl!" said her father wistfully, though he smiled at
+the same time.
+
+"Pam," he said suddenly, "is there--is there anyone else?"
+
+"There isn't," sobbed Pam, "and if there was, I wouldn't tell you."
+
+"I only asked, Pam, because I thought I might be able to help you."
+
+"No one can help me," cried Pam, "except by letting me alone."
+
+"Very well, then," said her father patiently. "I'll let you alone.
+Only dry your eyes, and be comforted. I'm afraid you'll have to wash
+your face, Pam. You've been flooding my old tattered Euripides with
+your tears, and you've carried off half the dust from him. There,
+child, be comforted. I won't say another word about Glengall. He's
+just like myself, poor fellow, only anxious to take care of you.
+Sure, I know you're a child, and ought to have your freedom for
+years yet."
+
+"I wish her mother were here now," said Mr. Graydon, as he closed
+the door behind his daughter.
+
+He looked up at the pure and innocent face of his wife's portrait.
+
+"I wish I had your wisdom, darling," he muttered. "It is so hard for
+a man to deal with little girls. And, ah! what they lost when you
+went to heaven!"
+
+He sat before his study-fire deep in thought. Then he got up and
+paced the room to and fro, with his brows knitted and his hands
+behind his back.
+
+"I'll do it," he said, half-aloud, at last. "I expect money
+difficulties would really stand in the way. I know Trevithick died
+poor, and Lady Jane had little of her own. The lad _must_ love her
+if she loves him. And it will smooth the way. At worst I shall only
+suffer a rebuff. I can bear it for the sake of Mary's children. And
+poor Molly too! Why need she spend her girlhood fretting for her
+lover when a little money would make things straight?"
+
+He sat down and his face cleared. Again he looked up at the
+benignant eyes of the portrait.
+
+"I am doing the best I can for them, Mary," he said, speaking aloud
+as if to a living person.
+
+That evening he announced his intention of taking a run to London
+during the following week. Such an unusual thing in their quiet life
+provoked an outcry of surprise from his daughters.
+
+"I may be an old fossil," he said, "but I'm not a limpet attached
+to a rock. Perhaps I'm tired of you all. Perhaps I'm starved
+for a walk down Piccadilly, or a visit to a good concert hall.
+Perhaps--perhaps."
+
+But he gave them no explanation after all of his reason for going.
+
+One event crowded upon another. The next morning, at breakfast,
+Mr. Graydon drew out a large, boldly addressed envelope from the
+post-bag.
+
+"Now, who can this be from?" he said, putting it down and looking at
+it curiously. "'London, W.' Now, who'd be writing to me?"
+
+"Better open it and see," said Sylvia, daintily chipping the top off
+her egg.
+
+Mr. Graydon broke the seal and read it.
+
+"It's from Lady Jane Trevithick," he said soberly; "a very civil
+letter. She's sorry she wasn't able to call again; and--and--she
+wants to know if one of you girls--she mentions Pam, I see--will go
+over and stay with her. It is very kind of Lady Jane."
+
+He pushed the letter towards Pam, who took it unsteadily, and held
+it before her face as she read.
+
+"I'd rather not go," said Pam, putting down the letter. "I can't
+go--I've no frocks."
+
+"I should like you to go, Pam," said her father, wistfully. "The
+invitation is kindly meant, and Lady Jane moves in very good
+society, and is influential. Why should my girls be buried here? As
+for the frocks--I can spare ten pounds--I really can manage that.
+How much can be done with ten pounds, Mary?"
+
+[Illustration: "Poor little girl!" said her father wistfully.]
+
+"A good deal. Oh! I hope Nancy Cullen is still at home! We'll go
+round after breakfast and see."
+
+"Must I go?" said Pamela.
+
+"I think you ought to go, Pam," said her father; "and we will travel
+together. I shall wait for you till you can be ready."
+
+In his heart Mr. Graydon thought that the invitation was a sort of
+guarantee for his daughter's happiness. If Lady Jane had not known
+or suspected that her son was in love with Pamela, and had not been
+prepared to accept her, why should she have asked her on this visit?
+
+"I used to think her a proud and cold girl in the old days," he said
+to himself; "but, of course, the girl of my dreams was so different!
+After all, I daresay Gerald made no such mistake as I used to fear."
+
+"You will go then, Pam?" he said aloud. "The change will do you
+good; and you will enjoy yourself."
+
+"Very well," said Pamela, listlessly; "I would rather be here, but
+if you wish I will go."
+
+
+END OF CHAPTER NINE.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Knowledge Of The Future.]
+
+Knowledge Of The Future.
+
+_A NEW YEAR ADDRESS._
+
+By the Lord Bishop of Ripon.
+
+  "Do not interpretations belong to God?"--GENESIS xl. 8.
+
+
+The words were spoken by one of
+those men who have moulded the history of the world. When he spoke
+them he was a prisoner, forgotten in his misfortune and blameless
+of offence. He was passing through a time of trial. Later he was
+destined to emerge into a position of much power and usefulness.
+
+Joseph had shown from the first a character and qualities which
+distinguished him from his brethren. They were men with little or
+no thought beyond their daily work. In the open fields, watching
+their flocks and enjoying, after their day's task, physical repose,
+they found enough to satisfy them. He possessed a soul which went
+out beyond such a level of life; he reached out to something higher.
+Like the great French preacher, he could not leave his soul amid
+mere earthly things. In his brethren's eyes he was a dreamer. They
+were practical, and they had no sympathy with his dreams. He,
+meanwhile, was full of a wistful wonder, longing to find out the
+meaning of the strange visions which filled his soul. Life to him
+must be something more than eating, drinking, and tending sheep.
+No doubt a touch of egotism and personal ambition mingled with his
+dreams; this belonged to his youth; this, in time, would pass away.
+Life, with its stern and remorseless reality, would come to test
+him and his visions, proving what manner of man he was. Meanwhile,
+he was better with his dreams of the larger purpose and scope of
+life than his brethren, who were content with somewhat material
+gratification.
+
+Time showed that he was no mere dreamer. The day came when the
+Prince of his people let him go free. The opportunity of large
+and noble service came to him; and he showed force, readiness of
+resource, sagacity, and practical vigour. His genius it was which
+mitigated misfortune and averted disaster. He foresaw and provided
+for the days of scarceness; he piloted Egypt through the bitter
+seven years of famine. His dreams were not the idle dreams of
+an empty mind; they were the visions of an energetic and finely
+tempered spirit. His gifts stood the strain of practical duty.
+
+They had previously endured the harder test of adversity, neglect,
+and inaction. There are powers which lose their bloom under the
+pressure of prosaic duties; there are powers which wither under
+the shadow of misfortune and obscurity. The trial which comes from
+neglect is, perhaps, the severer, since it is hard for men to
+believe in themselves when there is seemingly none else to believe
+in them. But in the darkness of those neglected days the genius of
+Joseph remained bright. His insight, his power of vision, was not
+dimmed in the prison. He entered into the sorrows of other men; he
+showed a sympathy with their difficulties; he strove to read for
+them and with them the meaning of their lives.
+
+And the sustaining source of his powers breaks out into view in the
+words of our text: "Do not interpretations belong to God?"
+
+We can realise the pathos of the question and the tried, yet
+unbroken, faith which it reveals. Joseph is trying to read the
+meaning of the dreams of his fellow-prisoners. Life, and the
+experiences of life, he assures them, are not meaningless. He will
+not forego his faith in the significance of life. We may not be
+able to explain all; but there is, nevertheless, a meaning in all.
+It is as though he said, "I too have known my visions--beautiful
+visions of life's triumphs and life's joys. They faded with my
+growing years; and instead of the achievements which I saw in my
+dreams, there came false accusation, imprisonment, and neglect; but
+though the golden light of those visions is gone, they were not
+meaningless. I wait still for the unfolding of their significance.
+Still I rely upon Him who will make all things plain--for do not
+interpretations belong unto Him?"
+
+As we listen to the words, we feel how aptly they fit into our own
+lives.
+
+We, like Joseph, have had our visions. We dreamed of the bright
+things, the noble achievements, the splendid triumphs which life
+would bring; but as life unfolded her stern sequences of reality,
+the golden lines of our dreams vanished, the splendid tints of the
+morning melted into the light of common day.
+
+Or perhaps our dreams have not gathered round ourselves, but round
+others--Love, which sets her objects in such golden lights, that she
+sees visions for them brighter than ambitions can dream for itself.
+
+It may be only the little child, whose prattle half-pleases,
+half-worries you; but you are delighted to be so worried to win such
+pleasure. The dear innocence of its winsome ways, its simpleness and
+quaint airs of sagacity, are perpetual fascinations. In their lives
+we live; and for them we see visions and dream dreams.
+
+    "Thou wert a vision of delight
+       To bless us given;
+     Beauty embodied to our sight,
+       A glimpse of heaven."
+
+But the vision of delight fades. The promise which the vision gave
+seems to be denied its fulfilment.
+
+It may be the young man, standing on the threshold of life, bearing
+himself with quietness of manner, but full of a happy gentleness
+and thoughtfulness towards others, and gifted with a sweet and rare
+conscientiousness in little things.
+
+Or, again, it may be the man of maturer years, full of high and
+chivalrous impulses, ready like a knight of old to gird on his
+sword, and yearning to fill his life with worthy deeds, and yet
+blending, with all noble martial ardour, tender and generous
+thoughts for those who are dear, dearer than life, to his heart.
+
+At this season--teeming with tender and sorrowful memories--visions
+such as these rush back upon our thoughts. The deep pathos and the
+sad tragedy of life speak to us out of such memories; for what
+golden dreams gathered round the heads of those who were so dear;
+and what sorrow is ours, when with the revolutions of the sun, the
+visions melt away; and all the hope, the promise, the expectation of
+achievement are exchanged for sorrow and solitude of heart. Then we
+too, like Joseph, find that our dreams can fade; we too encounter
+the gloomy days which succeed the bright morning of our hopes. We
+are imprisoned with sorrow; the iron enters into our soul; the bars
+of stern adversity shut out the cheerful sunlight of other days.
+
+In such hours, when life, which seemed at one time so full of
+glorious meanings, droops into darkness and seems to grow cold and
+insignificant, our stay must be that of Joseph. Our trust must be
+in the living God. The vision seems to have lost its meaning. Life
+has become, to our sorrow-stricken hearts, flat, stale profitless,
+and meaningless; but it is not so. There is One who can fulfil
+our best dreams and give back to us their lost meanings. "Do not
+interpretations belong to God?"
+
+Our trust must be in Him, and in none else. True, there is often to
+be met with in life the easy chatterer who will take upon himself to
+explain everything for us. All things are easy to the man who has
+never faced mental anguish or heart-sorrow. He will not hesitate
+to interpret our dreams for us, but his pretensions are vain. The
+dream and the meaning of the dream are for us alone. Men may soothe
+us in our grief. Their kindness and their attempted sympathy may be
+welcome to us, as the faded bunch of flowers from a child's hot hand
+may be sweet and acceptable; but to read the meaning of the vision,
+and to explain it aright, to disclose its fulfilment, showing to us
+that nothing is vain and no vision wholly meaningless--to do all
+this belongs to God; for do not interpretations belong to Him? He
+alone can sustain our trust in the trials of life. He alone can give
+us back the visions which so soon vanished from our sight.
+
+The power to realise this constitutes the difference between the
+secular and the spiritual disposition. In the view of one poet, man
+is but a compound of dust and tears. Life is but sorrow mingled
+with earthliness; but better and higher than Swinburne's thought is
+Wordsworth's teaching. The older poet has the nobler view. He will
+not let life sink down to a mere secular meaning; it is more than
+grief and earth. There is that in us which transcends the earth and
+can triumph over tears:
+
+    "Oh! joy that in our embers
+     Is something that doth live."
+
+Into the world we came, but not as mere dust, to be mingled with
+tears. There was a breath of the Almighty which breathed upon us:
+
+    "With trailing clouds of glory did we come
+     From God, who is our home!"
+
+The divine spark is ours. It kindles a light and a fire. It calls
+forth visions past all imagining. Our young men, by a Divine
+Spirit's help, may see visions, and our old men dream dreams. And
+these visions are not mere idle fancies, creations of our folly or
+of our ambition. True, there are foolish visions and empty dreams;
+but all visions are not foolish, nor are all dreams empty. Far
+more empty is the soul that has no visions, to whom no bright and
+noble outlook upon life's possibilities can ever come. This is what
+Shakespeare recognises. Theseus is the man of action. He has dealt
+with the hard prosaic work-a-day world. To him the visions of the
+poet or dramatist are alike empty imaginings. The grandest and the
+most foolish are alike only beautiful bubbles which will vanish
+with all their rich colourings into empty air. The work of the poor
+players, who labour in their foolish fashion to give him pleasure,
+is no worse and no better than that of the most finished actors. To
+him all ideas or visions are unpractical and unreal. He is a man of
+action, loving deeds and despising dreams.
+
+There is a sort of virtue in this; but how secular it all is,
+how low and insignificant life becomes, if no noble ideas and no
+heavenly visions environ it! How vain its achievements, if there
+be no promised land and no divine fire to give light in the night
+season! And so Shakespeare lets us see that, while idle dreams are
+vain enough, yet that for a man to be wholly without them, and to be
+destitute of ideas and visions, is to be poor indeed.
+
+The true idea of life lifts us above the secular plane and places us
+where the heavenly vision is possible, and where the Shekinah light
+of God's presence is ever visible--though seen now as cloud, and now
+as flame.
+
+But for the full meaning of all the visions and experiences of life,
+we must wait. The vision is from God; the experience is from God;
+from Him will come the explanation. "Do not interpretations belong
+to God?" The vision was given us yesterday--we must wait for its
+interpretation; the meaning comes to-morrow.
+
+It is in the spirit of this principle that our Lord spoke, "What
+I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter." So
+at another time He spoke: "It is not for you to know the times
+and the seasons." There is a sweet interpreting "afterwards" of
+life's bitter experience. "No chastening seemeth to be joyous, but
+grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit
+of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby." Our faith
+carries us forward to that interpreting hereafter, when once we
+realise that interpretations belong to God.
+
+Herein we are not different from Christ our Master. He had the
+vision of the world conquered, but the vision faded; and in its
+place came Gethsemane and Calvary, the loneliness and the cross. And
+yet afterwards came the interpretation. The vision, though it faded
+for a time, did not die out unfulfilled. The kingdoms of the world
+are becoming the kingdoms of the Lord and of His Christ.
+
+So it is the order of life that first should come the glory of
+the vision; then the fading of its colours, the grey day and
+the postponed realisation; and then afterwards the glorious
+interpretation. Not _now_ is the interpretation. Now is the sadness,
+now the sense of disappointment, now the temptation to think that
+all brightness is gone, and all hope lost; but hereafter the love
+which gave the vision and the love which took it away will make all
+plain--no whit of the beauty and the beatitude which the vision
+promised will be lost. The vision is for an appointed time. Till
+then, rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him. The gem hidden in
+the earth will yet sparkle in heaven's light. The meaning of all
+will be made plain, hereafter, in God's own light and in God's own
+way; for interpretations belong to God.
+
+[Illustration: A VIEW OF RIPON CATHEDRAL.
+
+(_From the Drawing by Herbert Railton._)]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: CIRCUMVENTED.]
+
+CIRCUMVENTED.
+
+A Complete Story. By the Author of "Lady Jane's Companion."
+
+
+"[Illustration: drop cap] I tell you he does not _dream_ of Dolly.
+How can you imagine anything so absurd?"
+
+That was how the family tyrant addressed her mother, and poor Mrs.
+Rhodes was, as ever, annihilated. It was a vain thing to try and
+brave Georgiana. There she stood in the window, majestic, the eldest
+daughter, her straight hair stiffly ridged with hot irons, her face
+pale, and her lips determined, altogether handsome, but very hard.
+Behind her one had a glimpse of a forlorn little figure wandering in
+the grass. The sight of that lonely figure, and a dim idea of its
+unhappiness, made the poor lady pluck up spirit to murmur still--
+
+"I--I--I thought that Freddy----"
+
+"Impossible!" said Georgiana; her voice vibrated with a little more
+than disdain. "Why, what could he see in a stupid little goose like
+that? It would be cheaper to buy a sixpenny doll and set it up in
+his house; then at least he could always change it. But if he wants
+a wife----"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+In the garden Dolly was walking rather sadly among the trees, and
+her white skirts brushed against the grass like a sigh. She was
+a little slip of a thing with Irish eyes, great and grey, always
+brimming with either a laugh or tears; and she had the dearest
+eager face in the world. It was a troubled face now, for she could
+not understand why life had been made bitter to her just lately.
+Perhaps it was because of some unwitting sin, perhaps because the
+family tyrant felt, like her, the approaching parting with their old
+playfellow. Georgiana had a peculiar way of showing when she was
+vexed.
+
+The Rev. Frederick Cockburn had not always been six feet high and
+a parson. And for the greater part of their lives they had only
+been parted by a garden wall. Even when he was at college he was
+continually running down, and they had never made a plan without
+him; he belonged to the girls like a brother. Later he had had to
+admonish them as a curate, but he had been their old comrade still.
+Of course, he was lucky to get a living offered to him so young, and
+it was only right that he should accept it, but still it was a blow.
+
+Freddy had run in so often to talk it over (the girls knew all about
+his house and his parish, down to the woman who played the harmonium
+and dragged the chants) that they had forgotten it was so far away.
+Now they had suddenly to remember.
+
+Dolly was under the weeping ash, where she and Freddy had hidden
+when they were little. Georgiana had had the biggest bite of the
+apple, and then she had deserted and said, "I'll tell!" How she
+would miss him! Always he had been her champion, defending her when
+Georgiana was angry and pulled her hair. And although these days
+were past she wanted him more than ever. It had hurt her lately that
+he should have been monopolised by Georgiana and that she had been
+thrust back and made a third. He was a young housekeeper, and the
+eldest daughter could talk of carpets and curtains and butcher's
+bills. To Dolly life was a weary nightmare of Freddy serious in a
+chair, and Georgiana giving him good advice. Vainly she tried to
+keep her lip steady, leaning her head in among the leaves.
+
+Half a mile away a black object was sitting on a fence whistling
+impatiently, inwardly furious with Georgiana.
+
+"If she would only come out of the gate!" he said, hitting wildly at
+all the buttercups in his reach. "If she'd only give me a chance.
+But she's just pinned to Dolly, and I never can get a minute."
+
+His whistle grew more lugubrious.
+
+"And I'm off to-morrow!"
+
+Never in the ancient days, when he used to stand in front of his
+younger playmate and defy Georgiana, had he felt her to be such a
+tyrant. He longed to stand up to her and shake his fist at her as
+of old. An instant he stood on the highest rail of the fence to
+reconnoitre beyond the trees, and then sat down again in despair.
+
+"I know she thinks I'm not good enough for Dolly," he said; "we
+always were enemies, but she might let me ask her. It's Dolly's
+business."
+
+Then he jumped down in a hurry that would have been undignified in
+any vicar less young and eager. Among the trees he had caught sight
+of the unaccompanied white flutter of Dolly's dress.
+
+At the familiar whistle she started, reddening and glancing
+fearfully towards the house.
+
+The tyrant's ears were sharp, but for once it appeared that she had
+not heard it, and Dolly rushed down the tree-hidden path to the
+gate. Her head was just under the green branches and they caught at
+her hair as she hurried, the prettiest picture in all the garden,
+with a quaint little forward stagger.
+
+"Oh, Freddy!" she said.
+
+He was leaning over the gate, which was fastened with a complicated
+arrangement of twisted string, meant to hold it together and keep it
+shut. There was something earnest and business-like in his manner;
+he hardly smiled at her greeting, and it hurt her. His face was so
+desperately solemn.
+
+"Do you want Georgiana?" she said, bravely, "to--to talk
+about--furniture?"
+
+He looked at her reproachfully across the gate.
+
+"Dolly," he said, "how can you be so unkind? I've been haunting the
+place for hours, watching to catch you alone. I've no chance if I go
+to the house, and--and I can't _stand_ housekeeping and chairs and
+tables----"
+
+At the emphatic climax they had to laugh. He was struggling
+mechanically with the string, and Dolly was making believe to help
+him.
+
+"You used always to jump it," she said. Their hands touched as they
+fumbled at it, and she felt a new and disturbing thrill. "Hadn't you
+better do that, if you have not become too grand?"
+
+"Don't," said Freddy. Ah, their fingers had been too near; he caught
+hers and held them tight. "They are all chaffing me about being a
+Vicar and having a house and all that. Asking if I've got anybody to
+put into it. But what's the good if you can't get the girl you want?"
+
+"Oh!" said Dolly, looking startled and shrinking as far as the
+imprisoned hand would allow. He held it fast.
+
+"Dolly," he said, "we've always been chums, you and I. Let me tell
+you, and then you must tell me honestly if you think--if I've got
+any chance----"
+
+He was interrupted.
+
+"Is that you, Freddy? What a blessing! I wanted to tell you what
+you must do about the study."
+
+It was with a kind of terror that he saw Georgiana charging down
+upon them remorselessly through the trees. Dolly had wrung her hand
+away and vanished with a little sound like a gasp, and he, on the
+wrong side of the gate, was almost speechless with wrath and temper.
+
+"If a man can't furnish his own study as he likes----" he stammered
+darkly, turning on his heel. Georgiana was like a fate.
+
+"What was Freddy saying?"
+
+A rather sad little face was visible among the leaves of the weeping
+ash.
+
+[Illustration: He saw Georgiana charging down upon them.]
+
+"I--I don't know, Georgiana. He was just beginning--I think he has
+fallen in love again."
+
+The elder girl glanced at her young sister with a gleam of
+suspicion, but Dolly had spoken in all good faith. And, indeed, in
+the dim past Freddy had once or twice been smitten and had confided
+his troubles to the kind ears of Dolly. They had been slight affairs
+and, although unhappy, always less tragic than laughable.
+
+"He did not say who it was?"
+
+"No," answered Dolly, "because you interrupted. I--I--I'm trying to
+guess."
+
+Georgiana turned her back on the wistful grey Irish eyes.
+
+"Can't you?" she said, and walked away, utterly hard-hearted.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That evening there was a formidable leave-taking. To Freddy Cockburn
+it was a nightmare.
+
+As he sat in the drawing-room being talked to by Georgiana and Mrs.
+Rhodes (Dolly was very silent) he grew desperate. The last precious
+minutes were ticking loudly, now and then marked by a warning whirr,
+as the grandfather's clock reproached him.
+
+He listened to them, but all the while he was wandering backwards
+hand in hand with Dolly--Dolly who now sat so distantly in the
+window.
+
+With a start his mind came back impatiently to the present.
+
+"Good-bye, my dear boy. We shall hear how you get on. Your mother
+will write and tell us----"
+
+"You must let me know how you manage about the stairs," said
+Georgiana.
+
+They accompanied him to the door, lingering affectionately to watch
+him go, and behind them the great brown clock was ticking the last,
+last minutes reproachfully. He shook hands and waited, desperately
+bold.
+
+"Will you come to the gate with me, Dolly?"
+
+There was a slight pause at that abrupt invitation. He saw Dolly
+involuntarily start forward and then hesitate, with a faint red
+wonderment in her cheek. He waited, gazing back eagerly at his fate
+in the balance.
+
+"Yes, Dolly--come along!" said Georgiana.
+
+
+II.
+
+The Vicar of Little Easter was in his study. He had not been writing
+sermons, but pens were lying about the table, and there were other
+signs of an intellectual struggle.
+
+[Illustration: The old lady looked up keenly.--_p. 222._]
+
+"I can't do it," he said at last, crumpling up many fragments of
+blotted paper, each the unlucky beginning of a letter. Then he
+thrust his hands through his hair, giving it a despairing rumple.
+
+"It's no good," he said. "I can't put it in a letter, and it does
+look a cowardly way of--asking. Like chalking up a thing and running
+round the corner. If I were a girl and a fellow wrote to me instead
+of coming and standing to his guns, I should call it--cheek."
+
+"Dear Dolly----"
+
+He tore the last attempt furiously across.
+
+"She would think it was a joke and show it all round the family for
+them to laugh at it too," he lamented; "if Georgiana did not kidnap
+it first. I don't think she would stick at that, and I'm afraid she
+regularly hates me. Queer!"
+
+He stared forlornly at the heap of papers, and then all at once an
+idea struck him and he jumped up.
+
+"Hurrah!"
+
+With sudden energy he flung out of his study and crossed the hall.
+His mother was sitting in her room--the only place that was quite in
+order--stitching rings on curtains. She was going to stay and put
+him to rights before returning home and leaving him in his glory.
+
+"What is the matter, Freddy?" she said.
+
+"I was thinking," said the Vicar soberly, "that you've a lot to do.
+Couldn't you ask one of the girls over while you are here to help?"
+
+"If you think the place is ready for visitors," said Mrs. Cockburn,
+smiling. The girls were, of course, Freddy's old companions.
+
+"Well, you might ask Dolly; I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
+
+The old lady looked up keenly, but his manner was very careless.
+
+"Why not Georgiana?" she inquired. "Eldest first."
+
+"I don't think she could be spared just now," said the Vicar, hiding
+his alarm, "and--and I'd like the place to be tidy before she came."
+
+So Mrs. Cockburn wrote and invited Dolly.
+
+The answer came very quickly: Dolly could not leave home just now.
+
+While his mother was reading out the many sufficient reasons, Freddy
+stared hopelessly across at the fatal letter. His face expressed
+utter dejection until about halfway through. At the last clause it
+lighted up with an inspiration. He leaned over the table.
+
+"Then, mother, of course, you'll ask Georgiana?"
+
+His mother glanced at him oddly.
+
+"Do you want her?"
+
+"Want her?" cried the Vicar. "Rather!"
+
+There was no mistaking the eagerness in his voice. It betrayed
+itself in the very stammer with which he proceeded.
+
+"I didn't know she would come, but if Dolly's to manage the school
+treat this year, and if Dolly's to take the club, they won't want
+Georgiana. Tell her we can't possibly get the house put to rights
+without her. Say whatever you think will bring her. Only make her
+come."
+
+He got up and fetched his writing things from the study. Mrs.
+Cockburn had to write the invitation then and there, almost to his
+dictation.
+
+"Tell her she _must_ come!" he cried impetuously, rushing away to
+look for a stamp, and then riding in with the letter himself to
+catch the early post. Mrs. Cockburn looked after him amused, but
+just a little bit disappointed.
+
+"It's Georgiana then, after all," she said.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three days later Georgiana was installed at Little Easter.
+
+She arrived with rather too many clothes for a person who was to
+help in getting a house in order, but that did not prevent her from
+buckling to. Mrs. Cockburn, a kind old lady with a twinkle of humour
+to comfort her in her trials, was taken aback by her visitor's
+authoritative grasp at the reins; but Freddy, having suffered more
+nearly from her tyrannical ways, thought he had never known her so
+gracious. In fact, he repented himself of the hard things he had
+been thinking--of all but a certain determination.
+
+"I don't believe she hates me really," he thought. "It was only that
+she didn't want me to marry Dolly."
+
+He made that reflection whilst shaving with care the morning after
+her arrival. On coming down to breakfast he found her at her post.
+She had already whisked away half the litter that was hampering the
+breakfast-room, and was making the tea. As he came in she nodded.
+
+"Good morning, Freddy. Your mother is breakfasting in her room.
+What a wilderness your house is at present! The first thing after
+breakfast will be to have a man in and put down the carpets."
+
+"But they _are_ down," stammered the Vicar, who had laboured hard
+all the past week.
+
+"All crooked," said Georgiana.
+
+She poured out his tea and sat down opposite, with an air of calm
+superiority and possession (which the Vicar was too agitated to
+remark). Having long since made up her mind as to what she wanted,
+she was not unduly elated at the present turn of affairs. Freddy was
+always fickle, and it had taken very little pains to keep him apart
+from Dolly while that fancy lasted. It was not her part to consider
+Dolly--Dolly, years younger, and pretty, and always liked.
+
+Something like exultation glittered in Georgiana's eyes. She had a
+glimpse of Dolly at home and smiled; her triumph was pitiless.
+
+"Oh, by-the-bye," she said. "Your idea of furnishing the
+drawing-room is too ridiculous. It ought to be smart and shiny--a
+company room. You don't want old pictures and comfortable chairs!"
+
+"Don't I?" said the Vicar with a half-smile, thinking whose whims he
+had tried to suit in the furnishing.
+
+"No," said Georgiana. Her tone was lordly. "I'll tell you what I
+will do. You shall drive me into the town, and I will help you to
+choose what you really want."
+
+"Do----," began the Vicar, and then stopped hastily, reddening. She
+looked at him witheringly, unaware that the word suppressed had been
+simply "Dolly."
+
+"In the meantime----" she vouchsafed after a crushing pause. He
+looked up suddenly from his letters.
+
+"I'm afraid you'll be dull, Georgiana," he said, rising. "It's
+awfully good of you to come, and perhaps you can find some
+amusement. You can do what you like, you know--so long as you don't
+touch my study, or trick it up like a heathen place in Japan. The
+fact is, I find I must leave you and mother for a day or two. Is
+that the dogcart? My train is at half-past ten."
+
+Georgiana looked out of the window. There was the dogcart, and a
+beast of a brown horse pawing and snorting, to take him away to the
+country station. She turned round angrily, like a person who had
+been cheated.
+
+"Why?" she asked.
+
+[Illustration: "Dolly!" he cried in a voice of triumph.--_p. 224._]
+
+Freddy had left the breakfast table, and was stacking his letters
+behind the clock. He answered her with a kind of chuckle--
+
+"Important business."
+
+Three minutes later, he was running down the stairs, got up for a
+journey. Mrs. Cockburn was just saying good-morning to the rather
+blank-looking visitor, and he kissed her hurriedly.
+
+"I must go off at once," he said. "Georgiana will explain. And I
+say, mother"--in a tone of anxious hospitality--"don't let her go
+home, or anything, till I come back. I must catch the early train."
+
+
+III.
+
+Dolly was all alone.
+
+There was no dragon guarding her, and she might wander unwatched
+about the garden, unvexed by the family tyrant's whim. However, she
+sat forlornly under the willow tree.
+
+She was disappointed at not being allowed to go and visit Mrs.
+Cockburn, but, queerly enough, it had hurt her more to find her
+refusal met by that urgent invitation to Georgiana. It was a much
+warmer letter. Mrs. Cockburn had been told in inviting Georgiana to
+say whatever would bring her, and she had according written--"Freddy
+says she _must_ come," twice.
+
+They were ringing in Dolly's ears, these impetuously written words;
+but she had not any right to be angry--and hardly any right to be
+sad. Only, if that message had been in _her_ letters, she would have
+defied them all.
+
+The sun burnt down over all the garden, except under the sad green
+shade of the willow tree. Afterwards, it sank lower and lower behind
+the beeches until it was almost dusk. It was then that Dolly heard a
+familiar whistle.
+
+She started up from the grass, and her wistful face was scarlet. It
+must be imagination.
+
+Almost before she knew it she was hurrying up the path.
+
+"Oh!" she gasped, finding herself at the gate, and ready to turn and
+fly as the strange whistler came in sight. Her heart beat too fast
+for her to hear any step. As if it could be him!
+
+"Dolly!" he cried, in a voice of triumph.
+
+"How did you get here?" she panted.
+
+He vaulted the gate this time, and was immediately by her side.
+
+"By train," he said coolly. "As soon as I'd got Georgiana safe I
+bolted."
+
+Dolly paled slightly. Had he come to make an announcement?
+
+"Will you come in to mother?" she said faintly; but Freddy barred
+the way.
+
+"No," he said. "I won't."
+
+She was almost frightened. He was so white and eager, and so
+emphatic.
+
+"Dolly," he said, "I've got my chance at last. Georgiana thinks I'm
+not half good enough for you, and I'm sure it's true, but I don't
+care, she'd no right to fight as she did for her lofty plans. It's
+your business. And Dolly--Dolly--I love you so!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I like the house," said Georgiana.
+
+She spoke in a slightly patronising tone, and poor Mrs. Cockburn
+sighed.
+
+"It is rather big," she said. "But if Freddy should marry and settle
+down----"
+
+"It will not be too big," declared Georgiana. "I have been drawing
+up my ideas about the rooms. And I have toiled all the morning
+in the study." Mrs. Cockburn looked alarmed. Even in a possible
+daughter-in-law this was rather drastic.
+
+"He will not like you to touch his study."
+
+"I know. He charged me to let it alone," said Georgiana calmly;
+"but it is no good giving in to a man's absurd notions, and he had
+crammed it with such extraordinary things. I have made it look like
+another place."
+
+Again Freddy's mother sighed. It was the familiar tone of the family
+tyrant. She sighed for Freddy.
+
+The sigh was interrupted by his return. Unexpectedly as he had
+disappeared yesterday, he came back. They heard him cross the hall
+with a long, quick, eager step, and then he burst in upon them, a
+boy again.
+
+"Well, where have you been?" asked his mother, smiling. He was so
+tired and dusty, and so excited.
+
+The Vicar looked at her like a school-boy, half-proud, half-shy.
+
+"I've been to the old place," he said, "to ask Dolly if she would
+have me. And she says 'Yes.'"
+
+  R. RAMSAY.
+
+
+
+
+THE END OF THE SONG
+
+BY F. E. WEATHERLY.
+
+[Illustration: poem (_By permission of the Berlin Photographic Co._)]
+
+
+    I read to you one golden morn among the leaves of June,
+    The flowers were sweet around our feet, the river sang its tune,
+    I know not what the story was that stole upon your ears,
+    I only saw your listening eyes were full of tender tears.
+
+    I sang to you when twilight fell, and all the world had flown,
+    A song that rose from out my heart and was for you alone,
+    I cannot tell what words I sang,--of gladness or of pain,
+    I only knew I felt your heart give back the sweet refrain.
+
+    And when the night in silence rose, and all the song was o'er,
+    The world was full of happiness I ne'er had known before,
+    I know not what I told you then or what you said to me,
+    I only knew your heart was mine for all the years to be.
+
+
+
+
+SOME REMARKABLE SERVICES
+
+_IN VARIOUS PARTS OF THE COUNTRY._
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: K. J. Harrison and Co., Kewaigue, Isle of
+Man._)
+
+SUNDAY AT KIRK BRADDAN.]
+
+
+Up and down the country there are several religious services held
+which are remarkable, not so much on account of the character of
+the service as in consequence of the strange places in which they
+take place. Of course, there are strange services--a few of which
+are detailed later--but, nevertheless, the majority obtain their
+notoriety by reason of their unusual place of assembly.
+
+For instance, who has not heard of the famous open-air service at
+Kirk Braddan churchyard in the Isle of Man?--a service which on an
+August Bank Holiday Sunday has attracted a congregation of twelve
+thousand people. Indeed, so great has been the crush on occasions
+that it has been impossible for the collection plate to reach
+all those gathered within sound of the preacher's voice--a truly
+lamentable fact from the churchwardens' point of view.
+
+If the weather is fine, these open-air services begin, as a rule,
+on Whit Sunday and continue to the end of September, or, virtually
+during the whole of the holiday season. They were instituted in a
+somewhat remarkable way by a former vicar, "Parson Drury," as he was
+familiarly called, when it was decided to build Kirk Braddan New
+Church in consequence of the old church falling out of repair and
+being altogether inadequate as far as size was concerned for the
+worshippers who attended. Accordingly, while the new church was in
+process of erection, Mr. Drury conceived the happy idea of using the
+spacious churchyard, and so popular was the innovation that it has
+been kept up in the summer ever since.
+
+Now the services are conducted by the present vicar--the Rev. Canon
+Moore--and, fittingly enough, his pulpit is the immense limestone
+slab erected to the memory of the founder of the churchyard
+services, "Parson Drury." It was felt, when the good man died, that
+no better memorial could be raised than a stone which might be
+utilised as a pulpit in the "Nature's church" where he had delivered
+so many powerful sermons.
+
+The hymn-papers are distributed as the people pour into the
+churchyard on Sunday morning. The hymns are most heartily sung by
+the congregation. They are well known, and the tunes are also such
+as all can join in, and the effect of eight or ten thousand voices
+singing the simple strains is wonderful.
+
+[Illustration: A VIEW IN ST. JOHN'S, STREATHAM.
+
+(_Showing the eggs presented for the Egg Service._)]
+
+During the summer the aggregate number of worshippers amounts to
+sixty or seventy thousand, from all parts of the United Kingdom,
+but principally Lancashire and Yorkshire. Many people join in the
+service which is going on at the same time in Braddan new church
+close at hand, but the great majority prefer the open air under the
+shadow of the old trees and the venerable church.
+
+It is rather remarkable that the Isle of Man should also possess
+what is believed by many to be the largest open-air service in the
+world. There are some folk who think that the Sunday service in Hyde
+Park answers to this description, though it is certain, in point of
+size, there is not a great deal of difference between that and the
+one held on Douglas Head.
+
+There is, in reality, apart from the size, nothing very special to
+say about this service on Douglas Head. It is an ordinary service
+of an exceedingly simple character. Every attempt, however, is made
+to get a first-rate preacher, and two or three bishops have taken
+the service. Archdeacon Sinclair, who is a frequent visitor to
+Manxland, has officiated on several occasions. As at Kirk Braddan,
+the congregational singing is the great feature of the service. The
+Bishop of Sodor and Man is naturally the most popular of all the
+prelates who figure prominently at these services.
+
+After these monster services, it is a delightful change to come
+to the "Egg Service," which was instituted in 1894 by the Rev. S.
+Alfred Johnston of St. John's, Streatham. It was thought that one
+of the most beautiful ways of observing Hospital Sunday would be
+to send a consignment of eggs to some of the patients in the great
+London hospitals, and accordingly the congregation were requested to
+make their offerings of eggs on the day when the various churches
+unite in rendering financial aid to the institutions in question.
+
+The "Egg Service," like most other things, had a small beginning,
+for only 220 eggs were contributed the first year. In 1895 the
+number of eggs rose to 446, while the year following no less than
+1,618 eggs were given. It was felt, however, that in Jubilee year a
+special effort ought to be made in view of the general assistance
+then being afforded to the hospitals by the scheme of the Prince of
+Wales, and so a "Jubilee" offering was arranged.
+
+The service succeeded beyond all anticipations. Over five thousand
+eggs were to be seen in St. John's Church on Hospital Sunday, and
+the arrival of the various members of the congregation, carrying
+baskets of new-laid eggs, excited a great deal of local interest.
+By some means Her Royal Highness the Duchess of York heard of the
+service that year, and sent a sovereign to be spent on eggs. For
+this sum two hundred were obtained, the difficulties of transit
+alone preventing the Duchess from personally sending the eggs. It is
+only right to add that the giving of the delicacies referred to in
+no way interferes with the financial offertory at the service, which
+is forwarded to the Hospital Sunday Fund.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: J. Chenhalls, Redruth._)
+
+A REMARKABLE SERVICE IN THE GWENNAP PIT.]
+
+There is some prospect of these "Egg Services" becoming an
+institution in other parts. This year the Essex town of Maldon has
+followed the good example set at Streatham. Carey Church, Reading,
+also made an initial effort of the same kind this year.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Taunt and Co., Oxford._)
+
+THE TOWER SERVICE AT OXFORD.]
+
+These "Egg Services," inasmuch as they help the needy, call to mind
+the "Doll Service" that is held at St. Mary-at-Hill, Eastcheap,
+the church of the Rev. W. Carlile, the founder of the Church Army.
+On the Sunday before Christmas the congregation are requested to
+bring dolls, which are laid on a table near the altar. The gentlemen
+as well as the ladies are expected to provide a doll in some way
+or other, and consequently a goodly number of these ever-popular
+playthings are dispensed on Christmas Eve to the poorest of children
+in the East End of London. Mr. Carlile's service is now a fixed
+institution.
+
+The followers of John Wesley are numerically very strong in
+Cornwall, and it is not surprising therefore that the strangest
+service held by that denomination takes place in that part of the
+country. A service in an old quarry is a decided novelty, and
+the fame of the "Gwennap Pit" service is justly popular with its
+lusty-voiced congregation of Cornishmen. Every Whit Monday the
+gathering takes place, so the Methodists within a radius of twenty
+miles are able to make it a day of pleasure as well as profit. The
+pit is situated not far from the quaint little town of Redruth.
+
+The quarry forms a natural amphitheatre. Circular in form, and
+possessing row after row of steps, it is able to seat a good
+congregation, most of the members of which arrive by brakes. In the
+centre a sort of rostrum is erected for the various speakers, for
+addresses (and not a sermon) are the order of the day.
+
+In days gone by John Wesley preached in this disused quarry to
+crowded congregations. Cornish folk always welcomed heartily the
+founder of Methodism, and they hold this monster service in memory
+of the time when Wesley frequently used the pit, first of all
+because it was the only place big enough, and secondly on account of
+the fact that it was the only one he was allowed to use. As a rule,
+great preachers are not invited, as the congregation prefer to hear
+the leading "local preachers." It is the boast of many a man that he
+first attended with his grandfather, who had already spent a good
+many Whit Mondays at Gwennap Pit.
+
+The Oxford "May Morning" service is well known throughout the
+country, chiefly because it is the oldest of such gatherings,
+and--what is more--by far the best attended. It is held, as
+everybody knows, upon St. Mary Magdalen's tower at five o'clock
+in the morning, and is attended by the President and Fellows of
+the college as well as the members of the choir. A few strangers,
+however, are admitted, and, all told, the number of people on
+the tower amounts to about two hundred. The crowd in the street
+below, however, runs into thousands, instead of hundreds, as the
+illustration of the people on the bridge which crosses the River
+Cherwell fully bears out.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Taunt and Co., Oxford._)
+
+WATCHING THE SERVICE ON ST. MARY MAGDALEN'S TOWER, OXFORD.
+
+(_A crowd which gathered at four o'clock a.m._)]
+
+No matter what event takes place, the service is held on May Day.
+The crowd begins to assemble soon after four o'clock in the morning,
+when the bells begin to ring, warning the citizens that the time
+of service is approaching. At half-past four the choir begins to
+assemble, and one by one the members begin to make their way to the
+top of the tower, which very soon presents an animated appearance on
+account of the limited space to be obtained. When at last the hour
+of five arrives, and the clocks of the city begin to denote the time
+of day, the choir bursts forth into song ere the clocks have ceased
+striking.
+
+The holding of the service confers upon the college the right of
+presentation to the living of Slimbridge in Gloucestershire, upon
+the income of which there is said to be an annual charge of ten
+pounds for the music on the top of the college tower. Similar
+services were at one time held at St. Paul's Cathedral, and at
+Abingdon, but after a time the custom died out. There is, however,
+no likelihood of that happening at Oxford, the service now having
+too great a hold upon the favour of the public.
+
+Every July a most remarkable service is held at Folkestone. Like
+the majority of seaside resorts, Folkestone owns a big fishing
+industry, and it was felt that a service of thanksgiving for the
+harvest of the sea was just as desirable as the ordinary harvest
+festival. So every year the clergy and choir of the parish church
+march through the streets, singing hymns, and when the harbour is
+reached the fisher-folk join in the service of praise to God for the
+blessings vouchsafed in the past, and pray to be kept safe from harm
+in following their dangerous avocation, and also for "heavy catches"
+in the year to come.
+
+Kirk Braddan churchyard service is not the only one of its kind in
+the country, though it is the biggest. For years a similar service
+has been held in the spacious churchyard of St. Tudno, situated on
+the Great Orme's Head at Llandudno.
+
+[Illustration: AN OPEN-AIR SERVICE ON THE GREAT ORME'S HEAD,
+LLANDUDNO.
+
+(_Photo: Photochrome Co., Cheapside._)]
+
+The services are held both in the morning and evening, and although
+the Llandudno churches have special preachers during the season,
+none of them is so well attended as St. Tudno's. The service is
+simple and hearty, the singing is good--for Welsh people can
+sing--and the voices of the visitors blend harmoniously with the
+rich native element. All the tunes are well known, and the same can
+also be said of the hymns, which are printed on hymn-sheets to avoid
+the necessity of bringing books.
+
+The congregation is a varied one. Men are there dressed in cycling
+costume, while caps and straw hats, with other holiday attire, are
+adopted by the great majority. The ladies are allowed to put up
+their sunshades, if they wish, and everybody is permitted to do
+as he or she desires. The graves form the seats. Some of the more
+adventurous perch themselves on the headstones, while others lay
+full length on the grass mounds, many of which are unadorned with
+names of any kind. The rector, the Rev. J. Morgan, has a loyal
+band of workers, who distribute the hymn-sheets, and also hand out
+cushions to the many ladies present. The congregation, which often
+numbers a couple of thousand, forms the choir.
+
+One of the most pleasing parts of the service is the taking up of
+the offertory. This is chiefly done by boys, many of them being the
+children of visitors, and the youngsters are only too delighted to
+take part in this novel duty.
+
+When the congregation disperses comes the prettiest scene of all,
+as the people wend their way down the hill--a long, unbroken line,
+which seems to reach as far as the eye can distinguish.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd._)
+
+THE RAILWAY MEN'S BREAKFAST SERVICE AT DERBY.]
+
+How many people are there, aware of the fact that the railway town
+of Derby has a series of services at the breakfast hour for the men
+engaged in the engineering works? These are attended by two thousand
+men every morning, and owe their origin entirely to the idea of one
+man of very humble circumstances in life. Yet this quiet, unassuming
+man initiated one of the grandest services in the country, held not
+occasionally but upon every working day in the year.
+
+Thirty years ago very few men were employed at the works of the
+Midland Railway, compared with the number who work there to-day.
+Many of the men, whose homes were too far distant to admit of their
+returning for breakfast, were obliged to bring this meal with them.
+George Wilkins, the founder of these mess-room services, was in
+charge of an engine-room, and in the winter, as it was a nice warm
+spot, some of the men asked Wilkins if they might have their meal by
+his fire. The engineer gladly consented, and, being a Christian man,
+he took the opportunity of reading the Bible to them.
+
+This fact got noised abroad, and other men joined in. The reading
+was first of all supplemented by prayer and then by singing.
+The fame of the little service continued to grow, until at last
+Wilkins's engine-room was not nearly big enough, and the place of
+service had to be moved to an open shed outside. For some time this
+shed answered the purpose; but as the railway works grew, and more
+men were employed, the attendance at the service increased, until at
+last it was absolutely necessary to erect rooms especially for the
+service.
+
+[Illustration: A RIVER BAPTISM AT BOTTISHAM.
+
+(_Photo: H. R. de Salis, Uxbridge._)]
+
+First of all, grace is sung, and then the men set to work to eat
+their breakfast. Plates rattle and knives and forks jingle as the
+speaker for the day reads the Bible and gives a forcible address.
+But every word is heard, for the men are very attentive while eating
+their food. This is not surprising, for the services are taken by
+well-known laymen and clerics, and if a notable preacher is in the
+neighbourhood or about to pass through Derby, he is requested to
+break his journey and say a few words to the railway men at their
+breakfast. Many gladly do this if their engagements permit.
+
+George Wilkins, the founder of these services, is dead, but a
+visit to Derby cemetery reveals the fact that his work has not
+been forgotten by those who now enjoy the fruits of his labour.
+Over his grave a fitting memorial has been placed, and upon it is
+inscribed the following: "In loving memory of George Wilkins, who
+died November 19th, 1872, aged fifty-three years. He was a faithful
+servant of the Midland Railway Company, and under God's guidance
+the beginner of a work for Christ which lives on still, though he
+is gone. Out of love for his character and gratitude for his work,
+his friends and fellow-workmen have erected this stone. His constant
+song was 'God is Love.'"
+
+One does not hear very much nowadays of the open-air baptismal
+services which fifty years ago were so popular with the Baptist
+churches in the country districts. In Cambridgeshire, however, they
+still take place in many of the villages, and our illustration shows
+the service at Bottisham Sluice, which is situated near Waterbeach,
+the scene of the late Mr. Spurgeon's earliest labours. The minister
+stands in the river, and the candidate for church membership wades
+in to him and is immersed in the waters. A house near by is utilised
+for dressing purposes.
+
+  GEORGE WINSOR.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Coals of Fire]
+
+Coals of Fire
+
+A Complete Story. By J. F. Rowbotham, Author of "Solomon Built Him
+an House," Etc.
+
+
+It was twenty years since I left Hambleton as the curate, and on the
+identical day I returned as vicar. I sat meditating in the little
+village inn, while a gig was being harnessed to draw me to the
+vicarage. I wondered how the place would look. I wondered whom I
+should see and recognise. Twenty years produce innumerable changes.
+Those whom I had known as boys would have grown to men, and men and
+women would have become silver-haired and wrinkled, and perhaps past
+the power of recognition, until a familiar voice in dubious accents
+should say, "I am such a one. Do you not know me?" To such a query
+I felt I should have to reply, "I knew you twenty years ago, and if
+you assure me you are the very same person, I know you now. But the
+identification must come from yourself."
+
+"The gig's ready, sir," cried the man at the hotel parlour door,
+and in obedience to this admonition I shut up my tablets and took
+my seat in the vehicle. Off went the horse. I whizzed past all the
+familiar places _en route_, and at last was landed safe and sound
+at the vicarage, but somewhat dazed and bewildered by the sudden
+panorama of a vanished past presented to me during the ride.
+
+My experiences of the next few days proved to be exactly as I
+predicted. I saw innumerable people who turned out to be old
+acquaintances, though it was on the strength of their telling that
+I found them to be so. I should never have known them again in a
+crowd, nor would they, I imagine, despite their assertions, have
+known me. I saw old Haynes once again, Smart the gardener, England
+the bell-ringer who was so fond of frequenting "The Rose," Higgs,
+Nutcher, and many more.
+
+Localities had not altered so much as people. I noticed that the old
+apple-tree in the vicarage garden bent down with the identical curve
+in its trunk, and seemed to have the exact number of apples upon it
+which it had when I left it. The vicarage had much altered, though,
+and so had its surroundings--several new cottages being built which
+quite shut out the pretty prospect from the study window which once
+was.
+
+I found the circumstances of many of the inhabitants, like the
+"extension" of the vicarage, to have altered likewise. I found
+several people poor and reduced in circumstances whom I left fairly
+well-to-do. I met some people now in comparative opulence whom I
+remembered so poor that they were glad of doles from the curate.
+All this is a striking instance of a very great truth in English
+life, which is that circumstances, as generations pass, are on a
+sliding scale. If you look for the descendants of the nobility of
+some centuries ago, you will find them in the humblest cottagers
+of to-day. And if you search for the descendants of the former
+cottagers of our land, you will find them in its present nobility.
+Life fluctuates so in great cycles of time; and in the little cycle
+during which I had been absent from Hambleton, thus had existence
+fluctuated and changed.
+
+Two visits in particular I intended to pay, namely, to the squire,
+and to Farmer Brownlow; and before many days elapsed I contrived to
+pay them. I saw the squire and the farmer, and I must confess I was
+very much struck by the change that had come over them both, but
+particularly Mr. Brownlow, whom I remember tall, erect, and jovial.
+I concluded there must have been more dissensions in his family
+since I last knew them, and that trouble was impending. I made such
+domestic inquiries as I could without receiving much satisfaction;
+but I took care to observe the greatest reticence about his son
+Arthur.
+
+I must mention, in explanation of my last sentence, that when I was
+curate here Arthur Brownlow was a boy of about twelve or fourteen,
+and one of the brightest and most ingenuous lads it has ever been my
+lot to know. He was also blessed with a beautiful voice, and sang
+in the choir of the church all the solos in the anthems. Shall I
+ever forget the melodious tones that floated from that boy's lips?
+Neither I nor any who heard him can cease to remember them.
+
+The popularity which the boy gained, the favour which he received
+from everybody and anybody, was so marked and so universal that it
+ultimately excited the envy and hostility of his elder brothers, who
+were young men of twenty and over, and who were, moreover, prompted
+to their animosity by the suspicion that their father intended to
+bequeath the farm (which was his freehold) and all his money to his
+favourite son, and leave them unprovided for.
+
+Arthur's mother was Mr. Brownlow's second wife, who had been very
+dear to him, but had only lived about three years, and then had
+passed away, leaving as a legacy to her husband the little baby boy
+scarce two years old. The child became the farmer's idol, and was
+more and more worshipped as he grew to boyhood.
+
+The elder sons being in the main clownish, stupid fellows, it was a
+common speech, half in joke, half in earnest, with the farmer:--
+
+"You lads are strong of build and dull of wit. Why don't you exert
+your strength in other spheres than this, and leave the farm to
+little Arthur when he grows up? You, Hugh, might, for instance,
+go to America. William, you might take a piece of land of your
+own--you are old enough to manage it and strong enough to work it.
+You, Robert, should apply for the post of farm bailiff with Mr.
+Weatherstone or somewhere else; and you, Thomas, should go in for
+sheep farming in the colonies. There is your life mapped out for you
+all. It will be many years before I am laid on the shelf; and you
+are all getting too old to be anything but drags on me; while by the
+time I am about settling down in my chimney corner, to take my ease
+henceforth, Arthur will be just of an age to take the farm off my
+hands and commence the management of it. This will, moreover, keep
+the land in one piece, instead of chopping it up into five."
+
+These words, I say, were often used by Mr. Brownlow in jest to his
+sons, who were a lazy lot, and who ought, moreover, to have been on
+their own hands by now. He possibly meant little more than jest, for
+he was not the sort of man to cut any of his family adrift at that
+time; but his sons chose to take the remarks in thorough earnest,
+and they one and all wreaked their bitterest spite on poor Arthur in
+consequence, till his life became almost intolerable to him.
+
+He would often come to me in those days, and say:
+
+"Mr. Calthorpe, I don't think I can stand it any longer, sir--at
+least, without telling father; and then, if I do that, I don't know
+what might be the consequences. He would certainly be so angry that
+he would send all my brothers away, which I should never wish to be
+done. Or, if he did not, they would persecute me still worse than
+they are doing. So between the two things I don't know what to do."
+
+I strove as hard as I could to exhort the boy to patience, giving
+him what comfort I could, and I even offered to intercede between
+him and his brothers; but this proposal he would not listen to, and
+finally he decided that he would bear all in silence and would not
+tell his father. So that matters were at a deadlock, and remained
+so, until a new development began in the persecution of Arthur
+Brownlow by his brothers--which consisted in the deliberate attempt
+on their part to poison his father's mind against him by all sorts
+of stories and fabrications, and so get rid of him.
+
+The diabolical attempt was made with greater and more elaborate
+cunning than I should have imagined such stupid young men as the
+Brownlows to be capable of. They not only carried on the plot
+themselves but got their neighbours--the young Spencers of Bray--to
+assist them, and from all sides Farmer Brownlow kept continually
+hearing of the precocious vices and bad manners of his darling son,
+which were at first discredited by him, but afterwards believed, and
+then greedily sought after.
+
+"It is all this incense that comes to the boy along of his singing
+that is spoiling him," he said to me one day. "And you, Mr.
+Calthorpe, are partly to blame for encouraging it. What good can all
+that howling and caterwauling do the lad? Not a bit, that I can see,
+except that it takes him into company from which he would be better
+away. It stuffs the boy's head with nonsense, sir, and it will never
+bring him to any good."
+
+It was in vain that I pointed out that there was practically no
+foundation for any of these charges against his son, who was one
+of the model boys of the parish. The farmer regarded me as a biased
+witness, and kept his own opinion of the matter, which was more
+and more inimical to poor Arthur every day. Do what I could in the
+way of mediation, it was all no good. The ball once set rolling,
+continued to roll in the same direction, until one day I heard, to
+my unspeakable concern, that Arthur Brownlow had broken into his
+father's bureau and extracted five pounds from it, that the money
+had been found in his possession, and that he was now in the custody
+of the police.
+
+[Illustration: "I disown him, sir."]
+
+I remember what a sensation the trial made at the assizes in the
+neighbouring town of C----. I appeared as a witness in the boy's
+behalf, and spoke up for him right gallantly; but all intercession
+and testimony were of no avail--the evidence was held to be quite
+conclusive. Although the father did not appear against him, the
+brothers did, and their testimony was sufficient to convict the boy,
+who was found guilty and sent to a reformatory for two years.
+
+I saw him before he went, and he said to me--
+
+"Tell father, sir, that I am unjustly condemned. Tell him it was a
+plot of my brothers, and that I would scorn to do such an action.
+But tell him, moreover, that after this disgrace I could never bear
+to show my face in the village again, and when I come out of this
+place I shall go beyond the seas or somewhere, but certainly shall
+never come to Hambleton, nor shall he be troubled by seeing my face
+again."
+
+I wondered what effect this message would have on the old farmer,
+but to my surprise he received it with the greatest nonchalance.
+
+"Aye, aye, sir," he said in reply, as with black face and lowering
+brow he sat in his parlour with his sons around him. "The lad has
+brought disgrace on the family. I disown him, sir. I knew what all
+this singing and caterwauling would lead to: I said so from the
+first, and my words have come true. He need never seek to see my
+face again until he has redeemed his character. Then I'll see him,
+but not till then. Meantime, as you are going to the reformatory
+occasionally to visit him, tell the lad--for, although a thief,
+he is a son of mine--that I will provide him with what money is
+necessary, when he leaves that home of thieves and vagabonds, to set
+up in something or to go away to some colony, or anything he likes;
+and then, as I say, when he has redeemed his character, he can come
+and see me--but not till then. Tell him he shall have the money,
+sir, when he wants it; but tell him that till he has redeemed his
+character I disown him."
+
+The money, however, was never applied for by Arthur Brownlow. I saw
+him several times at the reformatory, and, indeed, tried to get him
+released on the ground of insufficient evidence, but in vain. When
+the end of his time came, he obtained some employment--I know not
+how--went to London, and then I lost sight of him; for a month or
+two afterwards I left my curacy in Wiltshire and took another in
+Northumberland.
+
+I saw the Brownlows now for the first time since that event of
+twenty years ago. I was informed incidentally that they had never
+heard anything more of Arthur. "I suppose," said one of them, "he's
+gone to the bad long ago."
+
+The old man in the chimney corner now white-haired and bowed
+down with age, suffered a wistful look to pass over his face
+occasionally, but that was all. No more was said, and no more did
+I say. In a short time I had forgotten the story of twenty years
+ago as completely as they had and as the village had; but there was
+one remark alone of that afternoon's conversation which dwelt in my
+mind: "I suppose he's gone to the bad."
+
+"Gone to the bad!" Why, there was one thing plain. _All the
+Brownlows seemed to have gone to the bad_--not Arthur alone--for a
+more besotted, lazy-looking set of men it had never been my lot to
+see.
+
+It is the experience of every clergyman, when he comes to a new
+parish, that he can soon find by a sort of intuition where the
+troublesome spot in that parish is likely to be; and I very soon
+knew by instinct that the troublesome people in my parish would be
+the Brownlows--as was amply proved immediately after my arrival.
+Scarcely a day passed but one or other of them was at the vicarage.
+Now it was Robert--now it was Hugh--now it was Thomas. One came
+requesting me to go to see their father, who was "in dreadful low
+spirits." Another told me they had a horse for sale, and asked me if
+I would like to buy it. The third, Thomas Brownlow, wanted to borrow
+a little money of me; and this was the first actual hint I got of
+the hazardous state of their affairs.
+
+"No, Thomas," I said, "I cannot lend you that money; for, in the
+first place, it is your father, not you, who ought to have asked
+for it, if the object is to make repairs on your farm; and, in
+the second place, I think I am considerably poorer than you. A
+well-to-do farmer has considerably more cash than a poor parson, and
+so for the second reason I must absolutely decline."
+
+But this rebuff produced no diminution in the importunity of the
+Brownlows, which at last culminated in the appearance of the eldest
+brother and the father one day at the vicarage, when they told me,
+with much display of emotion, that the farm was heavily mortgaged,
+and, indeed, had been so for some time, and that the mortgagee, to
+whom no payments had been made for some time past, threatened to
+foreclose. Could I therefore either lend them the money, or get it
+from a friend, or ask the squire to oblige them, or, in fact, help
+them in any way whatever?
+
+At the moment I could think of no way in which I might be of service
+to them in the manner indicated; but as, despite their importunity,
+I was sincerely sorry for them, I said I would turn the matter over
+in my mind, make inquiries, and let them know by the morrow if I
+could do aught for them.
+
+The same afternoon my old college friend, Vincent Harrowby, who
+was vicar of a neighbouring parish, drove over to see me, and dine
+with me. It was the first time we had met for twenty years or more,
+and it was to celebrate our meeting that I had given orders to my
+housekeeper to prepare a somewhat elaborate repast in his honour
+and for our mutual delectation. As we sat over dessert, Harrowby
+talked of a score of subjects to which I paid a vague and partial
+attention; but at last, as his "inextinguishable tongue," as we used
+to call it at college, kept up its eternal stream of talk, I found
+myself listening with rapt attention to what he was saying, which
+sounded incredible to my ears.
+
+"You remember that young choir boy of yours, Arthur Brownlow?"
+Harrowby was remarking. "Well, I saw him some years ago--about ten
+years, I think--and he had developed then into a man of means. He
+had plenty of money, I was told, and was in every respect a fine
+fellow. I often wondered what it was in his private history which
+you used to allude to in such a guarded manner----"
+
+But before my friend had been able to finish his sentence I, to his
+great surprise, brought down my fist upon the table with the remark--
+
+"The very man that is wanted! Where does he live, Harrowby, and what
+is his address?"
+
+"As to that," replied my friend, with a look of amused surprise, "I
+cannot tell you to a street now. But I suppose he will be somewhere
+in the neighbourhood where I knew him, and that was in such and such
+a street, Bloomsbury" (naming it), "where he was practising as a
+solicitor. Doubtless he may have changed his residence, but Bedford
+Row ought to know him."
+
+I then briefly explained to my friend the circumstances which would
+make Arthur Brownlow's appearance at the present juncture a godsend
+for the distressed family; for I must add that one or two of the
+sons were married and had families, on which innocents, even more
+than on the men, the blow would fall.
+
+[Illustration: "The very man that is wanted!"]
+
+"We must apply to him at all costs for the money," I remarked. "He
+will never refuse to help his father, even if his brothers were
+traitors. One of them must go to London to-morrow and search out
+Arthur and obtain the funds needed."
+
+And so it was agreed, and the agreement was acted on; but our best
+efforts, the personal search of Thomas Brownlow, the most diligent
+inquiries of myself and my friend Harrowby, during the short time
+at our disposal, were unable to discover any trace of the missing
+Arthur, who was gone, like the wind, without a vestige to mark his
+flight. No one seemed to know or remember much about him. Those who
+affected to, said some one thing, some another, and in the Law List
+his name was not to be found.
+
+The condition of the Brownlows had meanwhile become worse. The
+little ready money which they had, had been expended in the journey
+to London and the prosecution of the inquiries after Arthur. They
+looked hungry and dejected, and I was informed that the mortgagee,
+incensed at their inattention to his applications for money, had
+definitely decided to put someone in possession of the farm by the
+last day of May.
+
+I recommended the brothers to make a last appeal personally before
+the end of May arrived, and see if by their united rhetoric they
+could soften the inflexible heart of Mr. Suamarez. This with rustic
+reluctance they ultimately consented to do.
+
+The four brothers, Hugh, William, Robert, and Thomas, proceeded to
+Ashcroft. I believed they walked there, as their last horse had
+been sold some months ago, and they had not a sixpence left to
+pay railway fare. They arrived at the mansion of the inexorable
+mortgagee, and were summarily refused admission by the servant, as
+I had been. But with a pertinacity worthy of a better cause the
+four men hung about the place hour after hour, with the intention
+of securing a parley with Mr. Saumarez, with whom they were quite
+unacquainted, having hitherto conducted their negotiations through
+his agent.
+
+Towards the evening, as they prowled about the coppice surrounding
+the house, they saw the owner of the manor, accompanied by his wife
+and their young children, come on to the lawn, and no sooner was the
+opportunity presented than the four men burst through the bushes and
+approached him.
+
+Mrs. Saumarez turned deadly pale, and threw her arms round her
+children at the sight of these four ill-clad and travel-stained
+loafers, for so they looked, so suddenly appearing on the lawn
+of the house, while Mr. Saumarez stood in front of his wife and
+children and angrily demanded what they wanted.
+
+"It is just this, sir," said Hugh, rubbing his mouth with his sleeve
+preparatory to making a speech, "we are the Brownlows, sir, and we
+have travelled fifty miles to see you, sir. You're going to evict us
+from our little farm that we have had in our family for years and
+years without number. Give us some delay, sir--forgo your intention
+for this year--till after the harvest, at least, until we see what
+sort of crops we may have, and out of the profit of them we can pay
+you your demands."
+
+[Illustration: Mr. Saumarez angrily demanded what they wanted.]
+
+"These speeches are all idle," responded Mr. Saumarez testily. "I
+made up my mind long ago. I know you to be good-for-nothing men,
+through whose laziness your old father's farm has got into its
+present condition. You deserve no pity, and you deserve no delay.
+For the present state of affairs you have only yourselves to blame.
+You must take the consequences of your conduct."
+
+"Oh, sir." began Hugh, who was the spokesman of the rest, "think of
+our circumstances. We have children, as you have; they will all be
+thrown on the world----"
+
+"Into this," replied Mr. Saumarez, "I cannot go. When the mortgage
+came into my hands--which it did along with some adjoining property
+about a year ago, on my return from abroad--I made a particular
+point of asking my agent what sort of men conducted the farm.
+And hearing from him that they were four brothers, all men of
+questionable character, named Brownlow, who owed their present
+degradation to their own laziness and folly, I said I wished to hear
+no more, and that the farm, which stood conveniently adjacent to a
+manor which is also mine, must be appropriated with no more delay
+than the usual legal routine permitted of. That is what I said to my
+agent. I presume--in fact, I know--he has acted on my orders. I have
+nothing more to say about it, so I wish you a good evening."
+
+"We have children--two of us are married men," exclaimed Hugh,
+appealing to Mrs. Saumarez.
+
+"We have had sickness in the family for months past," added Robert.
+
+"It is not our fault--the harvests have been bad year after year."
+
+But they were speaking to deaf ears. Mr. Saumarez, motioning to his
+wife and children, was turning away to enter the house.
+
+"I don't know," said Thomas, who had not hitherto spoken, "what will
+become of our old father----"
+
+"What?" inquired Mr. Saumarez sharply, turning round, "Is your old
+father still alive?"
+
+"Yes, he is," they all replied at once, staring at him with most
+unfeigned surprise.
+
+"I understood from my agent," replied Mr. Saumarez, his voice
+getting thick as he spoke, "that there were only you four
+brothers--men who deserved--men whom I knew to be----Look here, you
+Brownlows. You tell me your old father is still living. Is he well?
+Is he in fair health? Does his memory remain good? And how--how do
+you treat him in his old age?"
+
+"How do we treat him, sir?" inquired Hugh Brownlow and the rest,
+speaking slowly and gazing at Mr. Saumarez as if they had seen a
+ghost. "Why, as to that----"
+
+"As to that," I said, appearing from the drawing-room with old
+Mr. Brownlow on my arm--for in deference to his expressed wish,
+after the departure of his sons, I had travelled with him by train
+to Ashcroft in order that he too might plead, and we had just
+arrived--"as to that, Mr. Saumarez, the father can best answer for
+himself. See if he is not still an honoured and reverend sire. Look
+at him yourself, sir; for before heaven I believe you are Arthur
+Brownlow."
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the old man on my arm, his eyes streaming with
+tears, "it is my son, my own son Arthur, at last! My former ruin is
+nothing to my present joy, for I see the boy whom I have wronged,
+whose reproaching image has been present with me for years--I see
+him at last before me; I hold him in my arms; I ask pardon of him,
+profoundest pardon, for all the injustice I have done him; and I
+rejoice to think that at last my lifelong sorrow is at an end."
+
+Arthur was weeping on his father's neck. The brothers stood around
+petrified with astonishment.
+
+"It is true," said Arthur Brownlow in a voice choked with emotion;
+"it is true that, had my brothers been the only parties concerned,
+I might perhaps--nay, I am sure I should--without compunction have
+retaliated as the world retaliates. But I never knew--I never
+suspected--that you, my father, were among them. I have wept for you
+as dead, for such tidings reached me some time ago. I have mourned
+for the unjust opinion you held of me, mourned since my boyhood, and
+even as a man I mourned. But now I hold you in my arms--alive, God
+be thanked! and forgiving, Christ be praised! And greater happiness
+can I not know, save if one of my own children should bring me the
+same experience, and then my felicity might be as great."
+
+The mystery of the lost identity of Arthur Brownlow was easily
+explained. He had prospered in the world as Arthur Brownlow, when
+my friend Harrowby knew him; but shortly after that date he had
+married a Miss Saumarez, who held large estates in Jamaica, and
+whose name he was compelled to take for the sake of securing the
+entail of her property to the children. He had lived in Jamaica
+for nearly ten years, and had recently come back, to find some
+property near Hambleton added to his possessions, and with it the
+mortgage over Brownlow's farm. His agent only knew that Brownlow's
+farm was managed by the young Brownlows, since the old father had
+long retired from active participation in it; and with this account
+of the place Arthur Brownlow was naturally satisfied, since he
+believed his father had died some years ago. He intended to punish
+his brothers for their treachery and cruelty, but it is questionable
+whether his intention would ever have gone beyond reading them a
+severe, salutary lesson and then reinstating them in their freehold.
+At any rate, as circumstances happened, it had no chance of doing
+so, for the sight of his father so overwhelmed poor Arthur with joy,
+that all was forgotten, all was forgiven, in that happy moment;
+and now in the whole of my parish there is not a happier or better
+conducted place than Brownlow's farm.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: An International League of Peace]
+
+AN INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE.
+
+
+DEAR READERS OF THE QUIVER,
+
+The recent Rescript of the Czar of Russia, inviting the Great Powers
+to entertain the idea of a general disarmament, was naturally
+received with joyful acclaim by the whole Religious World. There
+were some, of course, who shook their heads dubiously when they
+heard of it. "Can it be true," they said, "that the Autocrat of
+All the Russias is on the side of peace?" And then they have
+proceeded to hint at ulterior motives for the announcement. But
+the great majority of Christian people have preferred to take his
+Imperial Majesty at his word, and to accept, with deep thankfulness
+to Almighty God, the Supreme Disposer of all men and all things,
+this gracious sign of a long-hoped-for age of universal peace and
+good-will, foretold by the prophets and proclaimed by the herald
+angels at Bethlehem.
+
+But the Great White Czar himself does not need to be reminded that
+Governments are powerless unless they are supported by the peoples
+whom they represent in the International Councils thus convened.
+And this support, when voiced in a definite form, is a mighty
+force which will carry everything before it. Here, then, and now,
+under the inspiration of this blessed Christmas season, is given
+us an opportunity of responding to the call for Peace, which, if
+neglected, may not be repeated for many a generation yet to come.
+
+We have been awaiting the inauguration of a collective expression of
+Christian approval and support of the Peace Rescript, not only from
+our own, but from all the Christian nations; but up to the present
+no such international movement appears to have been organised. We
+therefore invite our readers all over the world to join in a hearty
+and thankful endorsement of the sentiment of the Czar's Manifesto,
+and thus set in motion a powerful engine for good. We suggest also
+that they should all enlist their adult friends, without restriction
+of sex or creed, in the same Christlike cause, by obtaining their
+signatures to the declaration to be found on the other side of this
+leaflet.
+
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+
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+
+[Illustration: THE QUIVER INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE.]
+
+THE QUIVER INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE.
+
+(_No person under sixteen years of age should be asked to sign._)
+
+
+We, the undersigned, desire to express our earnest sympathy with the
+peace proposals contained in the recent Rescript of his Imperial
+Majesty the Czar of Russia, and hereby authorise the attachment of
+our names to any International Memorial having for its object the
+promotion of Universal Peace upon a Christian basis.
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+[Illustration: Our Roll of Heroic Deeds]
+
+Our Roll of Heroic Deeds
+
+
+TWO MANCHESTER HEROES.
+
+One of the many notable acts of bravery which are constantly being
+performed by the members of fire brigades all over the kingdom is
+here depicted. The lower floors of a house situated in Portland
+Street, Manchester, were in flames, and in an upper window a man
+suddenly appeared and cried for help. A ladder was immediately
+procured, but, to the dismay of the onlookers, it was too short
+by several feet, and seemed absolutely useless. However, Fireman
+Lawrence swarmed up the ladder, closely followed by Clayton, and
+when they reached the top, the latter so placed his arms that
+Lawrence could stand upon them and thus reach the narrow gutter
+above, on to which he clambered. The breathless crowd beneath them
+watched Lawrence balance himself on the ledge, and, with great
+difficulty and at terrible peril to his life, pass the imprisoned
+man to his companion. When Lawrence, by the help of Clayton, gained
+the ladder in safety again, thundering roars on roars of applause
+worthily greeted the plucky men in recognition of their magnificent
+bravery.
+
+
+
+
+AS CHAPLAIN TO MR. SPEAKER
+
+_Some Reminiscences of Parliament._
+
+[Illustration: EX-SPEAKER PEEL.
+
+(_Photo: Russell and Sons._)
+
+By F. W. Farrar, D.D., Dean of Canterbury.
+
+MR. SPEAKER GULLY.
+
+(_Photo: Bassano, Ltd._)]
+
+_PART II._
+
+
+I once had the honour of meeting Mr. Gladstone at a very small
+dinner-party of some eight or ten persons; and after dinner I
+found myself sitting beside him and one of our most distinguished
+men of letters--Mr. W. E. H. Lecky, M.P. It happened to be a
+time when party feeling was running very high in Parliament,
+and I purposely turned the conversation in that direction. The
+question of Home Rule was under discussion, and it was common for
+Irish members--especially for some who were of very excitable
+temperament--to be called to order. Strong language was frequently
+used, such as quite passed the ordinary limits of Parliamentary
+conventions. I mentally recalled the current anecdote--I do not
+know whether it be true or not--that Daniel O'Connell, in one
+of his fierce disputes with Mr. Disraeli, had said that he must
+be descended from the unrepentant thief; and I asked the great
+statesman whether, during his half-century of experience in
+the House of Commons, there had been any change in the license
+of vituperation, which happened at that moment to be specially
+prevalent. "No," he said; "in that respect there has been no change.
+At all the crises which my memory recalls there have been outbursts
+of violent expression quite as strong as any which have been heard
+of late." As the conversation continued, he mentioned two changes
+which had occurred in the House of Commons--one a mere matter of
+costume; the other of much greater significance. An American guest
+at the dinner-table had observed that he could not remember any
+other party since he had been in England at which he was the only
+person present who wore a moustache. Mr. Gladstone said that, when
+he first entered Parliament, there were actually more members who
+still wore pigtails than those who wore the beard or moustache. At
+that time no one, as a rule, indulged in those appendages except
+officers in the army. There was one exception, the late Mr. Muntz,
+who was for many years member for Birmingham; and so noticeable was
+this exception, that in the House he was popularly known as "the man
+with the beard."
+
+[Illustration: MR. W. E. H. LECKY.
+
+(_Photo: Melhuish and Gale, Ltd., Pall Mall, W._)]
+
+The other change was this: "In old days," said Mr. Gladstone,
+"the House used to have an absolute control of bores." Few of the
+members took frequent part in the debates. Discussion seemed, by
+common consent, to be left mainly to a score or two of leaders.
+There were gentlemen who had been for long years representatives of
+important cities, who were never known to have opened their lips.
+I myself in my boyhood knew one highly respected member who, if I
+remember rightly, had sat for a county town for nearly fifty years,
+and whose sole contribution to the debates in Parliament, for all
+that period, had been the single sentence, "I second the motion!"
+It is widely different now. I suppose that now any member who has
+sat for a number of years, and never even made his maiden speech,
+is a rare exception. Although the gift of utterance is supposed to
+be very much less rare than once it was, yet the few only are able
+to speak really well. This, however, does not prevent members from
+the free expression of their opinions, because in print one speech
+does not look very much unlike another. In many cases in these days
+members are speaking with far less reference to the House than to
+the Press gallery. Their constituents expect them to speak, and
+like to see their names and remarks in the daily papers, however
+ruthlessly they may be abbreviated by the reporters. In former days
+a bore was never tolerated. After a very few sentences the House
+gave such unconcealed expression to its impatience, and the orator
+was interrupted by such a continuous roar of "Divide, divide!...
+'vide!... 'vide!... 'vide!" that the stoutest-hearted, after a short
+effort, gave way, and the House was not afflicted with a wearying
+tide of commonplace, "in one weak, washy, everlasting flood." At
+present it is not always so. It is indeed but seldom that a member
+feels perfectly willing to bestow on his fatigued fellow-senators
+the whole amount of his tediousness; but I have, not infrequently,
+seen a member listen with the blandest smile of indifference to
+the torrent of interruptions which marred his oratory--and tire
+his audience into partial silence by leaving on their minds the
+conviction that he _intended_ to say out what he had meant to say,
+so that the shortest way to get rid of him would be to let him
+maunder on to the end!
+
+[Illustration: DEAN FARRAR IN HIS OLD CORNER IN THE GALLERY.]
+
+Reverting to the subject of strong language in the House, and
+again speaking of O'Connell, I asked Mr. Gladstone whether he had
+been present when the great demagogue had convulsed the House with
+laughter by his parody on Dryden's epigram on the three great poets,
+Homer, Virgil, and Milton. "Oh, yes," he answered. "I see him now
+before my mind's eye, as, with a broad gleam of amusement over
+his face, he kept looking up at Colonel Sibthorpe, the somewhat
+eccentric member for Lincoln, and then jotting down something in his
+notes. Colonel Sibthorpe, having been an officer in the army, was
+exempt from the then current convention of being close-shaven, and
+he was bearded like a pard. I cannot recall the exact epigram, but I
+remember the incident perfectly."
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Lawrence, Dublin._)
+
+DANIEL O'CONNELL.
+
+(_From the Painting by David Wilkie._)]
+
+I had never seen O'Connell's epigram in print, but I quoted it as I
+had, years ago, heard it quoted to me--and quite incorrectly. "Oh,
+these colonels!" said O'Connell, "they remind me of the celebrated
+lines of the poet"--
+
+    "Three colonels in three distant counties born,
+     Armagh and Clare, and Lincoln did adorn;
+     The first in lengthiness of beard surpassed,
+     The next in bushiness, in both the last:
+     The force of nature could no further go--
+     To _beard_ the third she _shaved_ the other two!"
+
+That was the form in which I had heard it quoted, but Mr. Lecky
+at once suggested that the third and fourth lines were purely
+imaginary, and I have since found that they really were something to
+this effect--
+
+    "The first in direst bigotry surpassed,
+     The next in impudence--in both the last."
+
+Delivered as the supposed "celebrated lines of the poet" were in
+O'Connell's rich brogue, and with his indescribable sense of humour,
+it may well be imagined that it was long before the laugh of the
+members died away!
+
+In old days I was not infrequently present in the House during the
+gladiatorial combats, which were then of incessant occurrence,
+between Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Disraeli. The House was always
+crowded, and the scenes were marked by an interest and vivacity
+which are now of far rarer occurrence. I well remember a long and
+brilliant speech of Mr. Disraeli's, which occupied perhaps two hours
+or more, late at night. During the speech--as is very common--he
+had to refresh his voice repeatedly by drinking some composition
+or other. Water is the safest refreshment for speakers under these
+circumstances, but I suppose that the friend who had been thus
+ministering to the speaker's necessities had brought sherry, or
+something of that kind. The consequence was that, without any
+fault on his part and quite unconsciously, Mr. Disraeli--who was,
+I believe, an habitually temperate man--was speaking at last with
+far less point and lucidity than was his wont. At the close of his
+speech Mr. Gladstone rose to answer, and began by the remark, "I
+shall not notice any of the concluding observations of the right
+honourable gentleman, because I am sure that the House will agree
+with me in thinking that they were due to"--and then he added with
+marked emphasis--"a somewhat _heated_ imagination."
+
+It was unfortunate in those years of political antagonism that
+the two eminent leaders were men of temperaments absolutely
+antipathetic. It would have been difficult to find two men who,
+remarkable as were their gifts, differed from each other more
+widely in almost every characteristic of their minds. Mr. Disraeli
+was a man of essentially kind heart, and one whom I have good
+reason to regard with respect and gratitude. Much of his apparent
+acerbity, many of his strong attacks, were really only on the
+surface. I feel quite sure that for Mr. Gladstone--in spite of the
+many interchanges of criticism which sometimes sounded a little
+acrimonious--he felt not only a profound respect and admiration,
+but even no small personal regard. On one occasion he spoke of his
+great rival as "my right honourable _friend_, if he will allow me
+to call him so." The characteristic of Mr. Gladstone's mind was an
+intense moral sincerity, and he could not return the compliment.
+One cannot but regret that he felt himself unable cordially to
+reciprocate the kindly expression. Had he felt able to do so--had
+these two political opponents been able from that time to speak
+of each other as "my right honourable friend"--many acerbities of
+debate might have been materially softened. But in his reply, Mr.
+Gladstone, while he spoke with kind appreciation, could not, or
+would not, use the phrase which Mr. Disraeli had on that single
+occasion adopted. Perhaps he attached to it a meaning far deeper
+than its conventional significance. At any rate, the fact remains
+that, while in his response he spoke with dignified recognition of
+his opponent's gifts, and was evidently gratified by the expression
+he had used, he could not get himself to call Mr. Disraeli by the
+sacred name of "friend," and that word was, I believe, never again
+exchanged between them. But I only mention this little incident
+because in different ways it seems to me to have been touchingly
+to the credit of the best qualities of both. And in spite of so
+many years of gladiatorial combat in the arena of the House, when
+Lord Beaconsfield died Mr. Gladstone pronounced a eulogy upon him,
+generous yet strictly accurate in every particular.
+
+[Illustration: DISRAELI'S FAVOURITE ATTITUDE IN THE HOUSE OF
+COMMONS.]
+
+On another occasion Mr. Gladstone--_more suo_ in his earlier
+days--had almost leapt to his feet to make a controversial speech,
+which he had poured forth with all that intensity of conviction
+which held the House in rapt attention even while many of its
+members were being convinced against their will. Mr. Disraeli began
+his reply by the remark that "Really the right honourable gentleman
+sprang up with such vehemence, and spoke with such energy, that
+he was often glad that there was between them"--and here he laid
+his hands on the large table at which the clerks sit and at which
+members take the oath, which occupies the greater part of the
+space between the Government bench and the leading members of the
+Opposition--"that there was between them a good solid substantial
+piece of furniture." The House laughed good-humouredly at the
+little harmless sarcasm and at the notion of Disraeli requiring a
+barrier of personal protection against such vehement assaults! I
+was told by one who heard the remark--and it is a pleasant little
+incident--that, on the evening after this speech, Mr. Gladstone had
+met Lady Beaconsfield at some social gathering, and, so far from
+resenting the little hit at himself, had cordially complimented her
+on the excellent speech which her husband had made on the previous
+evening. There is, however, no doubt that Mr. Gladstone sometimes
+winced under the subtle swordplay of his antagonist, just as
+Mr. Disraeli must have felt the force of the rolling tide of his
+opponent's oratory. But while Mr. Gladstone sat listening with every
+emotion reflected on his expressive and mobile countenance, Mr.
+Disraeli sat motionless, with features as unchanging as if he wore a
+mask.
+
+The Chaplain of the House has an excellent seat in the gallery--one
+of the best seats for seeing and hearing--assigned to him by
+the courtesy of the members. I not infrequently availed myself
+of the privilege of occupying this seat, and in this way I was
+present at some of Mr. Gladstone's last appearances in the House,
+I particularly recall an incident which has since then been
+frequently alluded to, and which was very highly to the credit of
+Mr. Gladstone's essential kindness of heart. Mr. Austen Chamberlain,
+son of the Right Hon. J. Chamberlain, had delivered what was, I
+believe, his maiden speech. It exhibited many of the qualities of
+clear enunciation and forcible statement which make his father
+one of the best speakers in the present Parliament. Mr. Gladstone
+and (I suppose) the Liberal party in general had felt much hurt
+by the separation of Mr. Chamberlain from their councils, and by
+his partial alliance with their political opponents; and this
+feeling could not but be shared by Mr. Gladstone, who carried
+into politics an ardour of conviction of deeper intensity than
+is felt by ordinary minds. Mr. Austen Chamberlain's speech had,
+of course, been delivered in favour of views which Mr. Gladstone
+impugned, and nothing would have been easier to him than to bring
+down on the head of the young member the sledgehammer force of his
+experience, eloquence, and intellectual supremacy. So far from this,
+Mr. Gladstone not only pronounced a warm eulogy on the speech, but
+went out of his way to say--turning to Mr. Joseph Chamberlain,
+and entirely overlooking any momentary exacerbation of political
+opposition--that it was a speech which, in the ability and the
+modest force with which it had been delivered, "could not but be
+very delightful to a father's heart." Simple and spontaneous as the
+expression was, it caused visible pleasure to all who heard it. Such
+genuine amenities do much to soften the occasional exasperations of
+political struggle.
+
+[Illustration: MR. AUSTEN CHAMBERLAIN.
+
+(_When making his maiden speech._)]
+
+I have heard many fine and telling speeches in the House from its
+foremost debaters, from the days of Lord Palmerston to our own;
+but certainly I have heard no orators who impressed me at all so
+deeply as Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Bright. It is, however, generally
+acknowledged that most of Mr. Bright's finest and most memorable
+speeches were not delivered in the House of Commons, but to vaster
+and more sympathetic audiences of the people from the midst of whom
+he had sprung. If I were asked what was the most eloquent speech to
+which I ever listened, I should at once answer, The speech which
+I heard Mr. Bright deliver at St. James's Hall at the time of the
+Second Reform Bill. The meeting was a mass meeting, and a ticket had
+been given me for the platform by an old friend and schoolfellow. I
+was seated between him and Mr. Frederic Harrison, just behind the
+orator of the evening. In the front row with Mr. Bright were the Rt.
+Hon. J. Ayrton, who had been First Commissioner of Works, and Mr.
+W. A. Cremer and Mr. Odger, who were prominent working-men leaders
+of the time. Among the audience, in the middle of the hall, sat
+Mr. John Stuart Mill, then one of the most celebrated thinkers of
+the day; and, throughout the meeting, he applauded with vehemence,
+freely bestowing his claps even on the obvious crudities of some
+of the working-men who subsequently spoke. As I was close behind
+Mr. Bright I could almost read the notes which lay before him on
+his broad-brimmed hat. They showed his method, which was carefully
+to write out his speech, to learn it by heart, and to refresh his
+memory by having before him some sheets of paper, on which in a
+large legible hand he had put down the leading substantives of
+every sentence. Besides the magic of his strong, manly, sympathetic
+voice, and the force of his Saxon English, and the purity of a style
+formed on the best models--especially, I believe, on John Milton and
+John Bunyan--he owed much of his power as an orator to the extreme
+deliberation of his delivery. Owing to this, an audience was able
+to see the point which he was intending to bring out, long before
+he actually expressed it. They were gradually wound up into a pitch
+of ever-increasing excitement and sympathy until the actual climax,
+so that it almost seemed as if the speaker was merely expressing
+in his single voice the common sentiment of thousands. Now, at the
+time of which I speak, Mr. Bright had been passing--as all the
+best and greatest men have to pass in their time--through what he
+called "hurricanes of abuse, and tornadoes of depreciation." He
+was commonly spoken of, in many of the daily papers, not only as
+a Radical, but as a revolutionary Jacobin, a political firebrand,
+and a pernicious demagogue. The point which he wanted to impress
+on his deeply sympathising hearers was that it was monstrous so
+to characterise him, when all that he had done was to point out
+the actual existence of perils which he had neither created nor
+intensified, but about which he had only uttered those timely
+warnings which sometimes enable a patriot to avert the terrible
+consequences that it might otherwise be too late to remedy. He
+spoke as follows, and the audience, which crowded the hall to its
+utmost capacity, followed him from clause to clause with breathless
+stillness. I cannot quote his exact words, but they were to this
+general effect:--
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Fradelle and Young._)
+
+LORD PALMERSTON.]
+
+"I have," he said, "been called an incendiary, a firebrand, a
+dangerous agitator. Now, supposing that I were to go to the
+inhabitants of a village or hamlet on the side of a mountain, and
+were to say to them, 'Do you see that thin blue smoke which is
+issuing from the rifts of the mountain summit above your heads?'
+and were to warn them that it was a menace of peril. Suppose that
+they were heedless of my warning, and denounced me for awaking
+unnecessary alarm: and suppose that soon afterwards the mountain
+became a huge bellowing volcano, filling the heavens with red-hot
+ashes, and pouring huge streams of burning lava down its sides.
+Would it have been I who created that volcano? Would it have been
+my hand which stored it with combustible materials? Should I have
+been a dangerous agitator because I had warned the dwellers in that
+mountain hamlet to avert or escape from the perils by which they
+were 'menaced'?"
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Fradelle and Young, Regent Street._)
+Signature]
+
+Such is my recollection of the passage which I heard so many years
+ago, and which I have doubtless spoiled in attempting to reproduce.
+But when the great orator, speaking with weighty deliberation, had
+reached the _dénouement_ of his striking metaphor, so powerfully had
+he wrought on the feelings of his hearers that an effect followed
+such as I have never seen on any other occasion. The whole vast
+audience, as though swayed by one common impulse, sprang to its
+feet--not gradually and at the initiative of one or two _claqueurs_
+and partisans, but with an absolutely electric sympathy, and they
+remained on their feet cheering the speaker for five minutes. It
+was by far the most decisive triumph of the magic and mastery of
+eloquence that I have ever witnessed in my life.
+
+Another remarkable incident occurred at the same meeting. Mr.
+Ayrton, in moving a vote of thanks to the chairman, had alluded to
+a huge procession--part of a demonstration of the working-classes
+in favour of the Reform Bill--which had taken place in London a few
+days previously. Lady Burdett-Coutts had witnessed the procession
+from a balcony in the window of her house as it passed down the
+length of Piccadilly and Oxford Street. She had been recognised,
+and, knowing her generous beneficence, the working-men had cheered
+her. Mr. Ayrton alluded to this, and had the very dubious taste
+to express a strong regret that the Queen, who was at Buckingham
+Palace, had not done the same. The allusion was singularly
+misplaced, and Mr. Ayrton, as one who had been a member of the
+Government, ought to have known that under no circumstances could
+her Majesty thus recognise a demonstration in favour of a Bill which
+excited great differences of opinion, and was still under discussion
+by the House of Commons. The speech was still more _mal à propos_
+because it seemed, whether intentionally or not, to attribute to
+her Majesty a lack of that sympathy with the aspirations of the
+people which, on the contrary, the Queen has invariably shown, so
+that her kindness of heart has won a more unbounded affection than
+has ever been lavished on any previous Sovereign. Mr. Bright felt
+how unfortunate was this _gaucherie_, into which the speaker had
+perhaps unintentionally been led. He saw also how injurious it might
+be to the effect which the meeting would otherwise produce. When
+he rose to acknowledge the vote of thanks to himself, he not only
+defended her Majesty from the blame which Mr. Ayrton had implied,
+but, alluding with touching simplicity to the long and uninterrupted
+devotion which the Royal Lady had shown for so many years of
+widowhood to the memory of her great and princely consort, he showed
+the unfairness of the insinuation which might seem to have been
+implied.
+
+The great voices of Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Bright are silent. They
+have passed from the heated arena of politics, "to where beyond
+these voices there is peace"; and they have not left their equals
+behind them. We seem to be passing through one of those interspaces
+in national life which are not illuminated by minds so bright
+with genius as those which have ceased to shine. The soil of the
+next generation may perhaps produce a harvest as rich, or richer.
+Meanwhile we may at least rejoice that
+
+    "Great men have been among us; hands that penned
+     And tongues that uttered wisdom:--better none."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: The House Economical]
+
+THE HOUSE ECONOMICAL
+
+By Lina Orman Cooper, Author of "Our Home Rulers," Etc.
+
+
+"Domestic economy consists in spending a penny to save a pound.
+Political economy consists in spending a pound to save a penny."
+
+Such is an aphorism left us by one of the wisest of men. It exactly
+defines the principle on which I shall deal with the subject of this
+paper. Real economy means good management, and is quite apart from
+penuriousness. It implies proper regulation of a household, and
+careful disposition or arrangement of work. We can be thrifty of
+our talents, time, and money without being niggardly, for frugality
+need never descend into parsimony if we are watchful. There are more
+precious things than £ s. d., after all, and looking after those
+other things makes us sympathetic and original.
+
+For instance, the real House Economical suggests sunshine and
+purity. Without these, smallness of rent will be more than
+counter-balanced by increase in doctors' fees. Of necessity, it must
+be liberally and variously supplied, or satiety follows. It is true
+that red herrings offer a larger amount of nutriment for a given sum
+of money than any other kind of animal food. Yet it would not be
+really economical to feed our households continually on halfpenny
+herrings. A farthing dip is the cheapest light obtainable--but eyes
+would be ruined if we provided nothing but single candles in our
+establishments. Spices and condiments are rather adjuncts of food
+than necessities, yet they are medicinal in their properties and of
+extreme value in rendering food more palatable and stimulating a
+jaded appetite. So far for food--for it is with food we generally
+find a tendency to save begins.
+
+True economy consists in maintaining the standard of health in a
+family at its highest. Expenditure towards this end can never be
+extravagant, even if it ranges from thick curtains over our doors
+to silk mufflers in windy weather. Not to provide our children
+with warm underclothing on the score of expense is the height of
+extravagance; to be content without sanitary surroundings and
+labour-saving appliances the depth of foolishness.
+
+The House Economical may first of all be beautiful. A horizon
+that is bounded by a need for thrift more often than not tends to
+greyness and gloom. This should not be. Lovely surroundings are of
+economic value in keeping spirits up to a certain point. Digestion
+is promoted by eating in a bright, airy dining-room. A well-arranged
+bedroom may be productive of sleep.
+
+Comfortable homes are economical ones, in the best sense of the
+word, saving time, fatigue, and temper. One hour's opportune rest
+on a Chesterfield may save hours of malaise and headache. The
+House Economical will have rules sufficiently elastic to allow of
+such occasional pauses in work--"come-apart-and-rest-for-a-while"
+possibilities--if called for.
+
+One great principle in the House Economical is never to spend money
+on unwanted things because they happen to be seen. Another is, when
+wanted, to get the best procurable. "Cheap and nasty" is a very
+true union of words. Yet we must remember that some inexpensive
+substitutes are quite as good as costly things. A copper kettle, for
+instance, looks just as well and wears longer than a silver one. A1
+plate lasts a lifetime if taken care of. Serge is more useful than
+satin, and just as suitable in its way.
+
+"She looketh well to the ways of her household" was said of the
+virtuous woman of old. In the House Economical we must most closely
+follow her example in its ingle-nooks. Our average cook thinks
+it good to use only lumps of orrell in the range, ignoring the
+possibilities of saving in any form. Now all housekeepers know that
+pokers should be absent from the hearth if we would limit coal
+bills; that cinders, sifted and washed, are most useful fuel for
+frying and laundry work; that a judicious admixture of wet slack
+with wood or "nuts" is advisable. There are two economical ways
+of building and maintaining good fires in our parlours. One is to
+ignite at the top and suffer to burn _downwards_. The other is to
+lay and light after the usual fashion and "backen" with a bucket
+of damp coal dust. Either procedure gives a fire that will burn
+for hours without attention, if not "raked" by Mary Jane. We need
+not, like the ghost in Hamlet, "be condemned to fast in fires" even
+in the House Economical, if we see that every hearth burns its
+own cinders--that the kitchen stove consumes every bit of table
+refuse--and that the coal man delivers eight bags of slack with
+every ton of coal.
+
+In the House Economical some laundry work must be done--by all
+means send out starched things. But Jaeger underclothing, and
+all flannels, last longer when washed at home. It has been said
+that servants, nowadays, are like monkey soap--and "will not wash
+clothes." But insertion of a clause in our hiring lease would show
+them what is required in this line. To keep woollies soft and
+unshrunken, they must be soaked in a bath containing two parts
+cold to one of hot water. In this, a handful of boiled soap jelly
+is stirred (to a lather) and to it one tablespoonful of ammonia
+(liquid) added. This volatile spirit loosens all dirt, and our
+clothing requires no rubbing, only a thorough rinsing. After shaking
+well, the garments must be hung out in a shady, sunless place to
+dry, and finished with a warm smoother. No "cast-iron back with a
+hinge in it" is required for scientific washing, and a few minutes'
+weekly supervision will enable the mistress of the House Economical
+to clothe her household in double garments without fear.
+
+In the House Economical we shall rigidly exclude everything fusty
+and dusty. Therefore carpets will be conspicuous by their absence
+from the sleeping-rooms, especially those threadbare old lengths
+and squares usually relegated to our bedrooms. Floors will be
+disinfected and stained, at the cost of a few pence, by the use of
+permanganate of potash, and polished with beeswax and turpentine.
+A cleanly smell, exemption from germs and spores and microbes,
+and knowledge of the perfectly sanitary condition of our sleeping
+chambers will result.
+
+"A stitch in time saves nine" is the motto writ large on the lintel
+of the House Economical. A supply of carpenterial tools, then,
+will always be at hand to prevent recourse to that most expensive
+luxury--the British workman. We shall oil locks and link chains,
+keep our window cords mended and its sash running free. We shall
+learn how to hammer and plane and file and screw. A bit and brace
+will be no wonderful instrument to us but a much-used friend. A
+handy man about the place is a well-known boon. Who can value at her
+right worth the handy woman?
+
+It is a well-known fact that "many hands make light work," but we
+must remember that limbs imply mouths, and that mouths must be
+filled. Hence, in the House Economical, each child will have its own
+vineyard to keep. Helpful, willing little fingers will be trained
+to usefulness. Our young folk find as much pleasure in _resultful_
+effort as in objectless employment--making beds can be as much
+"play" as arranging a doll's house--and Tommy can be taught to mend
+as well as to break.
+
+Perhaps, in the House Economical, we are inclined rather to forget
+that there is a time to spend as well as a time to keep (Eccles.
+iii.). The very fact of an economic course in general ought to help
+us to a liberal one at proper seasons. Cheese-paring and skinning a
+flint are occupations at all times to be avoided, more especially
+so when festivals or hospitality call for an open hand. The royal
+road to prosperity is bordered by scattered wealth and watered with
+generosity. The wisest of men said so, and I believe him.
+
+What can I say further of the many other avenues leading up to and
+from the House Economical? Of the soap to be bought by the stone and
+the soda in sacks? Of the plaice for luncheon instead of halibut?
+Of rhubarb mixed with cherries, and such like? In treating of such
+details in the House Economical, we are treading on less flowery
+meads than when considering its twin sisters--the Palace Beautiful
+and the House Comfortable. Yet, perhaps, it needs more real wisdom
+to run a family coach on economically pleasant lines than it does
+to be either artistic or cosy. "Common tasks require all the force
+of a trained intellect to bear upon them." So it needs a cultivated
+brain, sanctified common sense, and skilful hands, to brighten the
+everyday minutiæ of life in the House essentially Economical.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE MINOR CANON'S DAUGHTER]
+
+THE MINOR CANON'S DAUGHTER
+
+_THE STORY OF A CATHEDRAL TOWN._
+
+By E. S. Curry, Author of "One of the Greatest," "Closely Veiled,"
+Etc.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+"BIP? BIP?"
+
+
+Mrs. Lytchett was paying a homiletic visit to Mrs. Bethune. She
+often did. She had great ideas of the duty of a Bishop's wife in
+keeping the wives of all the other clergy up to theirs; and there
+was much in the Bethune household that, in her opinion, required
+exceptional looking after. She liked Mrs. Bethune very much, and
+pitied her not a little. Just now, she must require help in managing
+Marjorie. A girl fresh from school--and not at all the school Mrs.
+Lytchett had advised for her--was almost always tiresome at first,
+till she had been settled into her place. Mrs. Lytchett meant to
+settle Marjorie.
+
+"Oh, I am glad to see you up, and looking well," she said, coming in
+briskly on the early afternoon's calm.
+
+Mr. Bethune put a chair for her beside his wife's sofa, and then sat
+down again to the littered table. He had long ago attuned himself
+to a placidity and aloofness in the midst of chatter which nothing
+ordinary could disturb.
+
+"How dreadfully busy Mr. Bethune looks! Is it another book?" Mrs.
+Lytchett said.
+
+With a murmured, "I had better go and look after the boys," Marjorie
+obeyed a glance from her mother's merry eyes, and went away through
+the window. She was apt to fret and rebel at Mrs. Lytchett's
+interferences, and was specially resentful at any implied criticism
+of her mother.
+
+"What a big girl Marjorie grows! She is quite startling sometimes.
+One forgets she isn't a child."
+
+"She has grown up early--to fill my place," with a little sigh.
+
+"Oh, I hope not," was the cheery response. "She could not do that,
+you know--at any rate, not so successfully. By the way, I came
+partly to ask about her. Is she engaged to Mr. Warde?"
+
+"Engaged? No. She is scarcely eighteen."
+
+"But he evidently admires her--there is no mistaking that--he takes
+complete possession of her. Now, what do you wish about it?"
+
+"It isn't what I wish," gently. "You are very kind--but Marjorie is
+a girl who will settle such a matter for herself."
+
+"Oh, but that is nonsense! Those things can always be managed with
+proper care."
+
+"But I should be sorry to have her managed. Nothing forced upon
+Marjorie will make her happy. She must be left to herself."
+
+"How mistaken! You would not leave her to herself if a bad man were
+in question."
+
+"I should take care not to put her in the way of a bad man," with
+dignity.
+
+"You would prevent her meeting him? Exactly; then why act
+differently when it is someone you like? However, there is time for
+that. There is another matter. Do you know anything of Mr. Pelham's
+household?"
+
+"No, nothing."
+
+"The Bishop likes him, thinks him a great acquisition, and he
+visits at Oldstead. I had him to dinner, and he and Charity sang
+nicely. I'm not sure," looking wise, "that there isn't something
+between----However, he sent his baby to see me this morning--a most
+wilful, spoilt little thing. That nurse will not do at all."
+
+"You share Sandy's opinion."
+
+"Ah! I heard your boys had taken to the baby. Perhaps that was
+what made her so tiresome this morning. I warned Mr. Pelham what
+mischiefs they were," candidly. "But the nurse is insufferable.
+Dressed in a sort of dove-coloured dress and a hat, and all her hair
+waved--kid gloves, and an embroidered skirt under her dress. I asked
+her if Mr. Pelham had given her leave to dress like that."
+
+"A man does not notice," said Mrs. Bethune, glad that Marjorie was
+not by to comment.
+
+"I told her that I should speak to him, as she did not seem to
+realise her own duty, and also about the child's dress. It was
+ridiculous."
+
+"A man could not know," suggested Mrs. Bethune.
+
+"She was very impertinent, and then we found that the baby had
+run away. We could not find her anywhere, and she had got to the
+Bishop's room through the window. It seems that your boys had shown
+her the way. It seems rather hard that the Bishop of the diocese
+shouldn't be free from intrusion in his own palace. And he was very
+busy--just going off."
+
+At mention of her boys a little tender smile crept into Mrs.
+Bethune's eyes. "He is always good to the boys," she said to the
+implied reproach.
+
+"Good, yes--but that should prevent advantage being taken. And the
+baby has a temper," pursued Mrs. Lytchett. "She fought and screamed
+when I took her from his knee. She is evidently being brought up
+very badly indeed. I am going to see about it now. Do you think
+he will be back? I hear," in accents of disgust, "that he rides
+backwards and forwards on one of those horrid bicycles."
+
+Mrs. Lytchett paused to wonder a little at the sudden flush
+suffusing Mrs. Bethune's face, but went on: "I hope he won't
+introduce these things into the Precincts, now we have kept them
+away so long. I should have thought they might very well be left to
+Blackton and such places."
+
+"Even the Duchess rides," Mrs. Bethune said softly. She felt
+guiltily conscious that Marjorie and Charity, under Mr. Pelham's
+instructions, had been riding for some days past--not only in the
+Deanery garden as at first, but far away into the country.
+
+"The Duchess is the Duchess," sharply. "She does and tolerates many
+things that seem to me a great pity."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mr. Pelham had ridden home early that day, with the idea in his mind
+of taking his baby down to the Canons' Court, and himself consulting
+Mrs. Bethune about her. Marjorie had said, "Mother will know";
+Charity had said, "Ask Mrs. Bethune, she is the nicest woman to
+consult"; and his own drawing in the direction where Marjorie might
+be found made him jump at the advice.
+
+But he had found a tearful nurse and a belligerent baby; and he was
+just emerging from a lively interview in the study, where he had
+been told that, "if she couldn't dress as seemed fitting in such
+a house, as the attendant of Miss Pelham, not just like a common
+nurse, she would like to give a month's notice," when he met Mrs.
+Lytchett crossing the hall to the drawing-room.
+
+"This is very kind of you," he began, conscious of an audible sniff
+and the angry rustle of skirts behind him; and before him, Mrs.
+Lytchett's tilted nose and stony eyes fixed in the same direction.
+He had a man's horror of a scene, and he glanced apprehensively at
+the turned-down corners of Mrs. Lytchett's mouth.
+
+"Bring Miss Barbara, nurse," he said hastily, and ushered his
+visitor into the drawing-room.
+
+"What a remarkable apartment!" Mrs. Lytchett said in her deep voice,
+looking round. "What alterations you have made!"
+
+"I hope you like it," he said courteously.
+
+"I daresay I shall, when I get used to it. I'm not one that approves
+of changes," she responded. Then turning from frivolities, she sat
+down and began seriously upon her business.
+
+"Your little girl came to see me this morning. I am afraid that
+nurse of yours is very unfit for her position, and is doing her
+great harm. She is spoilt and very wilful."
+
+"My little Barbara!" murmured Mr. Pelham, a pang filling his heart
+at such words in connection with his baby, followed immediately
+by a feeling that he should like to do some harm to his visitor.
+Just then the door was opened widely, and the baby stood within the
+doorway.
+
+To eyes not jaundiced, she was a perfect picture in a fitting
+frame. The sun shone in, through old stained glass, on the brown
+panelling of the hall behind her. A ray, through a side window of
+the drawing-room, fell upon her, lighting up her vivacious, dark
+beauty. Nurse, on seeing the visitor, had hastily given vent to her
+temper, and arrayed her in the latest Regent Street confection--a
+dainty short-waisted, long-skirted white satin frock trimmed with
+costly lace, under which the bare pink toes just peeped, for Barbara
+had scouted the accompanying shoes.
+
+With her face dimpling into smiles at sight of her father, she
+caught up her skirt with one hand and hurried towards him.
+
+"Noo f'ock," she called out.
+
+Then she recognised the visitor, and paused, remembering the
+morning's conflict, putting her finger into her mouth and
+considering. A little to her father's dismay she tilted her
+nose, and said interrogatively, "Bip? Bip?" much as if she were
+questioning a terrier. Then she slowly sidled to his knee, eyeing
+Mrs. Lytchett the while in evident doubt of her intentions.
+
+"Bip? Bip?" she queried again insistently, pointing her finger at
+the visitor.
+
+"What is it, Barbie?" her father asked gently.
+
+"She means the Bishop," explained the Bishop's wife in disgusted
+tones. "That is what she was screaming all through the hall this
+morning, when I brought her from his study. It is a dreadful name.
+You must say 'Bishop,' little one," she commanded in deep tones,
+bending towards the baby.
+
+Barbara was not easily frightened, but the atmosphere was stormy,
+and her dressing had been hurried. She glanced up into the stony
+eyes above her, and perhaps gauged the lack of sympathy. With a
+quiver of her rosy mouth she said faintly, "Barbedie say Bip," and
+having thus asserted herself, threw herself against her father's
+knees, her face buried. He afterwards related that he heard murmurs
+of the obnoxious monosyllable; but fortunately the situation was
+relieved by a piercing whistle that now sounded through the windows.
+
+As she heard it, a delighted smile came over Barbara's lifted
+face--a kind of record of past delight and future hope. She raised
+her hand, and pointed vaguely at the outside world.
+
+"Boy," she said ecstatically, wriggling hurriedly from her father's
+knee. It was Sandy's summons to his comrade, and she hastened to
+answer it.
+
+"I think it is the Bethune boys on their way home from school," Mr.
+Pelham said apologetically.
+
+"It certainly sounds like them--no one else could make such a
+dreadful noise," Mrs. Lytchett answered. "Are you going to let that
+child go out like that, with no shoes on, and in that dress? Ah,
+there!"
+
+[Illustration: "What a remarkable apartment!"]
+
+She had risen and approached the window, with the view of
+intercepting Barbara's exit. But the baby was too quick. Hastily
+wriggling down the steps, in a manner peculiarly her own, she
+was seized upon on either hand by David and Sandy--apt at quick
+evasions, as well as in seeing cause for them--and was striding
+with huge strides across the lawn. Point lace and satin were of
+no account with the Bethune boys, any more than were bare toes
+and a hatless head. The girl-baby, all smiles to them, they found
+delightful, no matter in what she might happen to be cased.
+
+[Illustration: His keen eyes took in all the details of the scene.]
+
+"That dress will be ruined," Mrs. Lytchett said tragically; and she
+proceeded with energy to convey her opinions as to the dressing
+of little children, as well as of their nurses. When she at last
+withdrew to pay a visit on the Green, Mr. Pelham closed the big gate
+behind her with a sigh of relief.
+
+"I daresay she is right," he thought. "But what unpleasant 'right.'
+I will ask Mrs. Bethune."
+
+He felt always irresistibly drawn by the dark beauty of Mrs.
+Bethune's eyes. No one could see the appeal in them without a pang.
+Even amidst her merriment, their wistful beauty somewhat belied it.
+Mr. Pelham found her helplessness and patience very pathetic. She
+looked so young to be a prisoner--so young, too, to be the mother of
+all those boys--whose noise was, however, curbed somewhat near her
+sofa.
+
+When she had heard his errand, she said, "I thought you had come
+for your little girl. She came down half an hour ago with my boys,
+in a dress fit for a princess. I feared they had stolen her away.
+We have ventured to take it off, and put her into one of the boy's
+blouses. I really couldn't let her go and dig in such clothes. Yes,"
+in response to his look, "they are all in the garden. Go and see if
+you like her in it, and then you shall have a pattern."
+
+Mr. Pelham, on emerging through the window into the garden, saw that
+the "all" included also Mr. Warde. That gentleman had shown himself
+disinclined to follow the Bishop's lead in being civil to the
+newcomer. He had not yet called on him--though when they met they
+were friendly in discussing mutual tastes.
+
+Mr. Warde was sitting with Marjorie under the beech tree on
+the lawn, and Mr. Pelham was struck by the look of intimacy,
+long-established, that the books and work scattered on the table
+seemed to prove between them. He could not know that Mr. Warde
+had joined Marjorie, after she had gone out to overlook the boys.
+He only saw that they were sitting together in the summer shade,
+talking in low voices--the man with a look on his face, and a
+possession in his attitude, which could not be mistaken--the girl
+with a wistful appeal shining in her dark eyes, which might well be
+a response.
+
+A cold doubt fell on the beholder as he walked slowly towards them,
+and his keen eyes took in all the details of the scene. He had
+heard rumours--Charity had half-revealed the understanding between
+them--but his heart had refused belief.
+
+Could it be that, after all, they were engaged? If so, he knew that
+life--which, with its new possibilities, had lately become strangely
+sweet--would again be a dark and careful problem.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+BETWEEN TWO LOVERS.
+
+
+Barbara had been exercising all her fascinations in beguiling Mr.
+Warde. She was attired in one of Orme's blue smocks, in which her
+small body was somewhat lost, but in which she was equally pretty as
+when attired in her own daintinesses. Her nurse had fostered in her
+a taste for dress, which so far prompted a desire for her father's
+approval; but the male tuition she was now under promised soon to
+qualify this taste.
+
+She had informed Mr. Warde of her importance in Orme's dress, and
+received his sympathy, with pretty little pattings down of the blue
+linen, until recalled to business by Sandy's whistle.
+
+"Bardedie go dig," she announced, showing all her white teeth in an
+alluring smile, and trotting off to the cave side.
+
+Down below, the boys were strenuously repairing the ravages of the
+thunderstorm, and all hands--and baskets--were in requisition.
+The _rôle_ of highwayman, like that of ghost, having palled, they
+were eager to begin the more important one of settler. David had
+arranged the start for the next day, and they were excitedly making
+preparations and collecting necessary stores.
+
+These included numerous and unlikely things.
+
+"Settlers have spades; we shan't want any, as ours isn't diggin'
+ground," objected David to Sandy's list.
+
+"It's ridic'lus to go settling wivout spades," said Sandy.
+
+"Less to carry, and there'll be enough, and it isn't like straight,
+even ground."
+
+"We must have a blanket. That can come off a bed. It's a mountain,
+Dave, 'member--the top of a mountain. An' our fambly to get up an'
+all. It'll be awfly hard," said Sandy, stopping for a moment in
+his burrowings to mop his heated face. Just then Barbara danced
+in, planting her feet in great delight in the damp mud Sandy had
+excavated.
+
+"Me," she demanded, "me too. Barbedie dig"; and, seizing a basket,
+she began to fill it, in keen emulation of Orme's business-like
+labour. Orme was a most useful coadjutor in anything. When once
+set to work, he always went on stolidly till he was told to stop,
+or till material failed him. Nothing in the way of temptation, no
+delight or allurement, could turn him aside.
+
+[Illustration: Marjorie lifted her head to meet his gaze.]
+
+Marjorie's tools, like his, were her two little fat hands, and these
+were soon, to her delight, plastered with mud.
+
+"How shall we get her?" inquired David, pausing and looking at the
+baby, working so ardently. "Must she come too?"
+
+"'Course she must," said Sandy. "We ain't got no other girl. 'Sides,
+it ud be a shame to leave her out just when the fun begins. She'll
+have to be fetched. We'll get her to tea."
+
+The boys' heads got together over schemes which grew more and more
+ambitious, and by the time the passage was cleared of the _débris_
+and mud, and the little ones shunted back from discovery of its
+exit, all details had been planned.
+
+Sandy, hearing voices, reconnoitred, with only his eyes above
+ground, to find out whether friend or foe were with Marjorie. He was
+delighted to see Barbara's father. Here was his opportunity.
+
+It was probably the dirtiest little boy in England who came
+persuasively to Mr. Pelham's side, holding the transformed
+Barbara--now almost equally dirty--by the hand.
+
+"Your baby likes our house," he said. "May she come to-morrow, and
+stop to tea?"
+
+Barbara, gazing with delight at her unrecognisable hands, held them
+up to her father's view; sufficient plea, she held these hands for a
+repetition of delight. And when Ross and Orme ambled up alongside,
+regarding him solemnly with their round blue eyes, awaiting his
+verdict, he said "Yes."
+
+Sandy's remnant of conscience prompted him to say, "We'll bring her
+back some time--honour bright. Don't want that nasty nurse prancing
+'bout."
+
+"Hush, Sandy!" said Marjorie.
+
+"Don't," reiterated Sandy sturdily; "her skirts scrape an'
+scratch--an' she screams if you do things sudden."
+
+"I hope it is quite safe," Marjorie said a little anxiously, as
+Barbara was marched off to the nursery by all her swains, to be
+cleaned, and reinstated in her satin gown. "Sandy doesn't quite
+realise what a baby she is."
+
+"No harm could happen on the way down," Mr. Pelham said
+thoughtfully, "and it is but a step from my gate to the Court. I
+have watched how careful they are with her."
+
+Marjorie's solicitude for his baby prompted him to inquire, rising
+unwillingly when that small person reappeared, "Are you dining at
+the Deanery to-morrow?"
+
+"Yes," answered Marjorie. "Charity has some musical people coming
+down from London--and you----"
+
+She paused, recollecting Charity's pretty air of possession when
+mentioning Mr. Pelham and his singing. She had said, "Mr. Pelham
+and I have been practising together a good deal--he sent for some
+new songs from town. Our voices suit perfectly--there are very few
+evenings, when we are disengaged, that he doesn't find his way down
+the hill."
+
+She did not mention the warm and recurrent invitation of the Dean.
+Nor could Marjorie realise the allurement of the pretty drawing-room
+with its charming hostess to the lonely man. Possibly, neither would
+she have believed that sometimes a visionary hope that he might find
+her with her friend had been his lure.
+
+Marjorie's was a home to which he did not often like to venture
+unasked. One evening, he had volunteered to be Charity's messenger;
+and he had been struck by the aloofness and quiet of the little
+scene into which he had been announced.
+
+The lamp, on the minor canon's table, shining white on the scattered
+papers, lit up his scholarly face, as, busy with his writing and the
+thoughts it brought, he turned a far-away gaze on the visitor.
+
+Another lamp, by Mrs. Bethune's sofa, shone on Marjorie's burnished
+head, and lighted the fragile beauty of her mother. Both were
+busy with needlework--the pretty smocks of the little boys. Mrs.
+Bethune's slender hands rested whilst she welcomed and talked
+to Mr. Pelham; but Marjorie's went on with their occupation. He
+noticed, too, the open book which lay upon the table; the quiet
+homeliness of this little scene, which yet Marjorie's rapidly moving
+fingers made part of a more strenuous life than the one he had just
+left; the work-a-day room in which were no luxuries, except the
+little table of hothouse flowers, always kept fresh and fragrant
+by Mrs. Bethune's many friends; and the bent, aloof figure of the
+student--all gave the room a totally different atmosphere from the
+luxurious apartment whence he had come. Its calm, and peace, and
+withdrawal, struck Mr. Pelham with a sense of chill. He had no part
+in it. Mother and child were enough for each other. Marjorie had
+none of Charity's pretty restlessnesses and fusses for her visitor's
+entertainment. As the conversation went on, she scarcely raised her
+eyes. He talked to Mrs. Bethune, prolonging the conversation that
+he might enjoy the quiet pose of Marjorie's slim figure, the pretty
+curves of cheek and ear, and the moving swiftness of her fingers.
+
+Only now and then Marjorie lifted her head to meet his gaze,
+with the wistful look now becoming habitual. For Mr. Warde's
+steady wooing, although, according to his promise, unvoiced, was
+sufficiently assiduous; and Marjorie was unconsciously making up
+her mind to a future which she realised would be a great delight
+to her parents. She was quite matter-of-fact about it. It did not
+occur to her that she was of sufficient importance to revolt at such
+a future. She did not once say to her mother, "It is my own life I
+have to live. Why should I marry Mr. Warde if I don't love him?" She
+put aside the fancies of a far different lover which, in moments of
+unrest, or rare idleness, filled her day-dreams.
+
+"Life isn't a fairy tale," she settled with a sigh, at the
+remembrance of an arresting look she could not banish. "He cares
+for Charity. Everybody says so. How can I be so silly? And yet--and
+yet----"
+
+"Could you not come up and see my house some day?" Mr. Pelham had
+asked that evening, as he was leaving. "Oh!" as a sudden thought
+struck him, "I have a carriage--scarcely ever used. I believe it
+could be made as comfortable as your chair. Would it shake you too
+much? And then," turning eagerly to Marjorie, "your mother could
+drive every day it was fine. It would be a kindness to use it!" he
+pleaded.
+
+Marjorie's face lit in response. "Mother does drive sometimes. Mr.
+Warde----" and with angry dismay, the looker-on beheld the mounting
+flush. "Oh, everybody is very kind in that way," she finished
+hurriedly.
+
+"But come and see my house and pictures," he persisted, turning to
+Mrs. Bethune. "Come to-morrow, and I will be at home to show you
+them, and see that you are not tired."
+
+The visit had been duly paid and enjoyed, and plans for others made,
+till it soon happened that, thanks also to the boys and Barbara,
+scarcely a day passed without communication between the Canons'
+Court and The Ridges.
+
+And so love, unconsciously fed and fostered, had grown apace.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was a silence under the beech tree after Mr. Pelham's
+departure, during which both Marjorie and Mr. Warde were busy with
+their own thoughts. It was broken by Mr. Warde.
+
+"When is that engagement to be announced? Is it settled yet?"
+
+"What engagement?"
+
+"Pelham and your friend, Charity. I never drop in of an evening but
+I find him there."
+
+"Perhaps he says the same about you," said Marjorie, a flash of
+mischief in her eyes.
+
+Mr. Warde's speech had broken in upon a dreamy wonder, which
+was making a song of joy in her heart, as to the meaning of Mr.
+Pelham's lingering look as he had said good-bye. With a start of
+recollection, and a pulling of herself together, Marjorie remembered
+that she had known this man, on whose looks she was dwelling, just
+six weeks. Six weeks! And this other man, sitting so near, with an
+air of possession at which her whole heart rebelled--though she
+quelled the expression she was longing to give way to--she had known
+all her life! All her life he had been intimate--one of them--as
+near almost as her father. And how good he had been to her, to them
+all! How the household would miss the constant care--first for one,
+then for another--which in so many ways he had evinced. Marjorie's
+conscience smote her when she recalled his many kindnesses, accepted
+as a matter of course, as between lifelong friends; kindnesses, as
+she quickly remembered, entirely on one side.
+
+The recollection of her mother's pleading for him drew Marjorie's
+eyes in mute questioning to his face. Would he feel very much if she
+could not bring herself to care for him? He looked so comfortable,
+and healthy, and prosperous. Surely it could not matter to him what
+a girl might do? And then--he turned, and looked at her suddenly, to
+meet the questioning in her eyes. A queer, rigid expression hardened
+his mouth. For a moment he waited, as though preparing for a blow.
+Then he stood up and looked down at her, shielding her by his action
+from any lookers-on from the windows.
+
+"Well, Marjorie, you have something to say to me?" and she heard him
+catch his breath, and pause to recover, before he added: "Say it
+quickly, dear. Have you changed? Have you reconsidered?"
+
+"Mother----" stammered Marjorie, taken by surprise; "no, I haven't
+changed, but----"
+
+"Yes," he encouraged; and he vaguely wondered that she was not
+stunned by the loud beating of his heart. It had come at last, what
+he longed for. It overmastered him.
+
+"Mother said--it is love." Her head was bent, and her voice was a
+whisper, scarcely audible in the soft summer air; but the man heard.
+
+"And you--and you?" he breathed.
+
+Marjorie lifted her eyes, startled. This--what was it?--this
+transforming emotion, shining in the eyes, usually so quiet? She
+shrank back.
+
+"No, do not," she implored. "I do not know--I do not feel like that."
+
+She made as though to rise, and pushed him gently away. What had she
+said? What had she done to cause such feeling?
+
+"Nay, Marjorie," he said, and he grew rigid again in self-control;
+"tell me what was in your mind. I will not vex you--I will claim
+nothing; only tell me--tell me," he entreated.
+
+Marjorie, looking into her memory, searched in vain for something
+that would meet this demand. A vague memory of her mother's
+words about marriage and Mr. Warde, mingled with the Duchess's
+conversation at the Deanery; a recollection of the constant coupling
+of Charity's name with that of Mr. Pelham; a tired feeling that
+she had been worsted in a struggle, and could no longer fight; a
+yearning for comfort in some undefined sorrow, to which she could
+give no name--a sense of irrevocableness, of emptiness, of ineffable
+longing. This is what Marjorie felt, and from which she turned, as
+human nature will turn from a hurt to which experience can give no
+cure.
+
+"I do not think--I do not know whether it is love," she said at
+last. The man winced unconsciously at the icy aloofness of the
+girlish voice. "But--if--you--care----" The words fell sighingly
+from her lips.
+
+"If I care?" he repeated slowly, and his voice was as cold as hers
+in the effort at repression; "if I care? Marjorie, I care so much
+that to make you happy, to win your love, I would give my life.
+My darling"--he paused--"how dear--how dear--I cannot make you
+understand. You shall never regret--never!"
+
+He looked down for a second at the bowed white face, so unlike the
+face of a happy girl hearing her lover tell that she is beloved, and
+said softly:
+
+"You will like to be alone; I will go. Do not think of me in any
+other way than as just your old friend, until--until you give it me
+willingly. I will claim nothing more."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+MISSING!
+
+
+"What's he been doin', Margie?"
+
+Ages had passed, so it seemed to Marjorie, since the departure of
+Mr. Warde, when Sandy's question reached her ear. All the boys were
+standing round, looking at her with inquisitive concern. Marjorie,
+a limp heap, inattentive, unready to listen to them, was a new
+experience. Ross and Orme had tender hearts, not yet hardened
+by contact with an unsympathetic world. The latter had dug his
+elbows into his sister's knees, and was looking up pitifully into
+the far-away eyes that did not even yet see him. Conscious of the
+blankness, Orme felt moved to whimper; Ross thumped with sturdy
+fists the limp knees which, hitherto, for baby weaknesses had
+provided firm support.
+
+"What's he been doin', Margie?"
+
+As the question reached her far-away consciousness, Marjorie came
+back to reality with a sudden start. Mr. Warde had forgotten that
+the boys were still in the garden, so occupied was he and so quiet
+were they. But as the tea-hour approached, first one, then another,
+finally all four pairs of eyes had been cautiously lifted above
+ground to survey the situation.
+
+Something, perhaps, in Mr. Warde's appearance, some intuition of
+unwonted agitation in the interview going on under their eyes, had
+warned David against intrusion, and he had held Sandy back until the
+visitor was gone.
+
+[Illustration: "Seems you're struck all of a heap, Margie!"]
+
+"Seems you're all struck of a heap, Margie," said David now. "Has he
+been scolding?"
+
+"Not exactly," faltered Marjorie; she could not meet the inquiring
+glances bent on her from all sides. She felt sore and shaken; and
+the familiar faces brought back to her recollection the full meaning
+of the interview through which she had just passed. What had she
+done? what had she said? With a shock she realised that she had
+agreed to become Mr. Warde's wife. Her whole soul shrank.
+
+"Ain't we goin' to have any tea?" Sandy inquired, his mind bent on
+an opportunity for the acquisition of stores.
+
+"Is it tea-time?"
+
+"Bell went ever so long ago."
+
+"Didn't you hear it, Margie?" Ross inquired, much impressed at such
+absent-mindedness.
+
+"No, Ross. Go in, all of you, and get clean," Marjorie ordered,
+glancing from one to another, feeling less like a victim under
+the eyes of her judges now that they too were in a position to be
+criticised.
+
+"'Stead of eatin' much," Sandy had exhorted beforehand, "you've got
+to save."
+
+If Marjorie had not been so occupied with her own perplexities, she
+must have noticed, first, the ravenous appetite of the four; next,
+the rapidity with which the bread-and-butter and cake disappeared.
+All the pockets were bulging when Ross was deputed to say grace, but
+the little boy's face looked very disconsolate indeed. Regardless of
+Sandy's frowns, after struggling through the formula, in accents of
+lingering unwillingness, he added--
+
+"Ain't had a good tea--me hungry as hungry."
+
+"Me, too," said Orme hopefully.
+
+Marjorie glanced suspiciously round on the faces of her brothers,
+and then at the empty board. Even so preoccupied as she was, she
+could not but suspect that some means, other than natural ones, must
+have been used to banish all that food. And when the same thing
+happened the next afternoon also, when a more than usually varied
+abundance graced the table in honour of Barbara's visit, she spoke.
+
+"I can't think," she was beginning to protest, when, to Sandy's
+delighted relief, Mrs. Lytchett was announced as being in the
+drawing-room, and asking specially for her.
+
+"Oh, dear!" sighed Marjorie, her mind travelling back to all her
+misdemeanours. "What can it be? I hope not the cycling."
+
+But it was. There was an amused flash in her mother's eyes, while
+Mrs. Lytchett's lips looked as though they were carved in stone, so
+very determined was her aspect.
+
+"I hope it isn't true, Marjorie, what I hear?" she said in aggrieved
+tones.
+
+"What is that?" asked Marjorie.
+
+"Three of those horrid bicycles passed me this afternoon close,
+whirling by at a furious pace. I had been to the Deanery, to tell
+Charity how sorry the Bishop was to miss her music. She wasn't in;
+and passing the garden entrance--the garden entrance--ah, I see it
+is true!"
+
+For Marjorie's aspect was unmistakable. It was one of guilt. She did
+nothing, but sat down in a somewhat limp manner in the chair near
+which she stood, and looked blankly at her inquisitor.
+
+"So I asked; I could scarcely believe my eyes. That young footman
+was lounging near; I suppose he was waiting for the bicycles,
+wasting his time. And he said you have all been riding a long time."
+
+"Not so very long," Marjorie answered in excusing accents. "Only
+about a month."
+
+Mrs. Bethune laughed, though she looked at Marjorie anxiously. When
+they were not too bitter, she enjoyed the humour of the encounters
+between Mrs. Lytchett and Marjorie. Generally the latter showed
+fight; but all that day she had been unusually quiet.
+
+"I thought you knew how much the Bishop and I hated the horrid
+things."
+
+The tones were deeply reproachful.
+
+"I thought--he--had changed," Marjorie stammered.
+
+"No; he will never change, neither shall I"--in accents of
+certainty. "The Bishop thinks them most unbecoming. How did you
+learn? I hope that young footman----" She paused, unable to put into
+words the suspicion she had conjured up.
+
+"We learnt--Mr. Pelham showed us--in the Deanery garden. It isn't
+difficult."
+
+"I am sorry you didn't think more of your position in Norham before
+setting such an example. And they cost so much!"
+
+"Mine was a present," murmured Marjorie, unwontedly gentle.
+
+"A present! From Mr. Pelham?"
+
+"It came with Charity's."
+
+"From the Dean. Oh! that is different."
+
+Marjorie's memory went back to the sunshiny afternoon under the
+chestnuts at the Deanery, when the two new glittering machines--just
+arrived from the maker--had been brought out to Charity's tea-table.
+
+"One for me!" she had exclaimed, reading the label in delight. "How
+kind of the Dean!"
+
+But when she thanked the Dean, in pretty gratitude, a little later,
+he had disclaimed the gift.
+
+"Who sent for it for me? Can it really be for me? Not Mr. Pelham,
+surely?" (for it was he who, at the Dean's request, had ordered
+Charity's). He, too, disowned being the giver.
+
+"But you know?" Marjorie asked.
+
+"Yes, I know. The giver is one who has every right to give you
+pleasure."
+
+Something in his manner put her on the track, and she remembered
+that the Bishop had been in the garden when the purchase had been
+talked about. When she saw him next, he did not disavow her thanks.
+
+"I like to see you enjoying yourself, my dear," he answered in his
+kind tones. "I thought how bright and happy you both looked the
+other day. Only don't have any accidents."
+
+"I don't think it was the Dean," Marjorie's truthful nature prompted
+her to answer now. "It was--the Bishop."
+
+"And I asked him not! I begged him not to carry out his intention.
+Poor Norham!" with a sigh, "it has given in at last, and now you and
+Charity have started, every girl in the place will follow. I blame
+the Duchess."
+
+When the visitor had gone, Marjorie stood for a moment at the
+window, anxiously watching Sandy speeding up the garden as fast as
+his legs could carry him.
+
+"The boys have got some scheme on, I believe, mother," she said.
+"Dave and Sandy have been full of mystery all day, and Ross is
+pompous. I wish we weren't going to leave you alone to-night," she
+said tenderly.
+
+"I like you to go with your father, dear--he will not stay for the
+music, so I shall not be alone long. And now--I must expect to lose
+you gradually, dear."
+
+"Oh, not yet." With passion Marjorie pushed the thought away.
+
+Many little hindrances occurred whilst she was dressing. One knock
+preceded the entrance of Sandy, an unwonted visitor at such a time.
+He looked eager and excited; but he stood fidgeting by Marjorie's
+dressing-table, watching the arrangement of her hair, and did not
+appear in any hurry to explain what he needed.
+
+"Is all girl's hair done like that? What a bover it must be," he
+remarked after a little time. "I _should_ like that tiny, squinchy,
+soft brush, Margie."
+
+"What for?"
+
+"To brush Barbie's hair. It's in a awfle mess."
+
+"Well, take it," said Marjorie kindly. "And it's time you took her
+home. She goes to bed at seven, and you promised."
+
+"Yes, but"--objected Sandy eagerly--"not to-day. Mr. Pelham said she
+might stay a bit longer. Is your bed or mine biggest, Margie?"
+
+"Mine. What a funny boy you are, Sandy."
+
+"Could I have a blanket off your bed, Margie? Nurse'll fuss ever so,
+if I take ours--an' I can't poss'bly do wivout one."
+
+Marjorie's thoughts had passed away from her little brother and
+his needs; and the absent assent she gave was enough for Sandy. He
+dragged the blanket from the bed, and ran off, hugging it in his
+arms. He found always that directness was his best aid. Not often
+did Sandy beat about the bush.
+
+Marjorie went down, cloak and gloves in hand, a dainty, graceful
+figure in her soft white dress. Her father was waiting for her,
+sitting in unwonted idleness by her mother's sofa.
+
+Marjorie looked at them curiously as she crossed the floor, noting,
+as she would not have noted another time, that her mother's hand was
+clasped in her father's. Love, the love she had pledged herself to,
+was theirs. They loved each other well, it was easy to see; though,
+to Marjorie, it seemed impossible that her dignified father could
+ever have told his love behind a door.
+
+Her aspect was stern, like that of a young judge, as she looked down
+upon them now. Somehow, to her, love's outward features were no
+longer fair.
+
+"You look very nice, Margie," her mother said softly, looking at the
+tall, slim form, crowned by its cold pure face. "That dress is a
+success. Look, father."
+
+Mr. Bethune turned his eyes upon his daughter, and smiled.
+
+"Yes," he said; "she looks sweet and clean. She is like you,
+Alysson," his voice lingering and breaking, "in the old days."
+
+[Illustration: Anxiously watching Sandy speeding up the garden.]
+
+Marjorie heard, wondering. Alysson! How sweet the name sounded with
+that caressing accent on its second syllable. This was the first
+time she had ever heard her father call her mother thus.
+
+She walked beside him through the evening sunset, down the Canons'
+Court, to the music of the cathedral chimes; her cloak cast round
+her emphasising the youthful slenderness, which made her seem so
+tall. Mr. Warde, from the Deanery steps, watched them approach, his
+heart bounding with delight at her fairness. Only when they reached
+the door, a thought occurred to Marjorie, and she turned to her
+father in a little concern.
+
+"I saw nothing of the children. I quite forgot them. Did you see
+them?"
+
+"Mother said"--it was work-a-day "mother" now, not the tenderly
+breathed "Alysson"--"that they had gone off, she thought, with
+Pelham's baby."
+
+[Illustration: The hasty, flying figure.]
+
+"Oh! I hope so," said Marjorie, with a little cold thrill of
+prophetic fear. "How careless of me not to see! However, mother will
+see that it is all right."
+
+Charity's London friends had been late in arriving, and dinner had
+been put back a little to give them time to dress. It was about
+half-finished, and the timepiece on the mantelshelf was chiming
+half-past nine, when Marjorie saw a footman speaking to her father
+at the other end of the table.
+
+Mr. Bethune asked a quick question or two, and then rose and slipped
+away.
+
+Marjorie wondered for a moment, and then again grew interested in
+her neighbour's talk. When Charity's signal drew the ladies into the
+hall, she was detained a second by the enveloping skirt of one of
+the ladies.
+
+A colloquy was going on at the hall door. The soft night air
+streamed in, feeling cool and grateful to Marjorie's heated cheek.
+As she lingered, she caught the hurried words in a familiar voice--
+
+"Tell Mr. Pelham, please, immediate! Mr. Bethune is gone to the
+police--but he is to go, and Miss Bethune, at once to Mrs. Bethune.
+Poor lady, she is----"
+
+With a little cry, Marjorie was at the door.
+
+"What is it, nurse?" she asked breathlessly. "Barbara?"
+
+Almost with a note of triumph at the importance of her news, the
+woman said, "Neither Miss Barbara nor any of the young gentlemen can
+be found anywhere, miss. They have all clean disappeared. Oh, sir,"
+in accents of direful import, as Mr. Pelham reached Marjorie's side,
+"Miss Barbara is lost!"
+
+Down the steps, waiting for no wrap, sped Marjorie; and the
+twilight, now descending on the Canons' Court, closed her in. For a
+second, through the dimness, Mr. Pelham saw the hasty, flying figure
+in its soft white robe, and caught a glimpse of her face. It was a
+vision that burnt itself on his memory.
+
+Mr. Warde leapt with him down the wide steps.
+
+"We shall soon find her, never fear," he said kindly--he had only
+heard the end of nurse's message. "I will call my servants, and be
+with you directly."
+
+  [END OF CHAPTER NINE.]
+
+
+
+
+PROSPECT AND RETROSPECT.
+
+By the Rev. George Matheson, M.A., D.D., F.R.S.E., St. Bernard's,
+Edinburgh.
+
+     "But many of the priests and Levites and chief of the fathers,
+        who were ancient men, that had seen the first house, when the
+        foundation of this house was laid before their eyes, wept with
+        a loud voice; and many shouted aloud for joy."--EZRA iii. 12.
+
+
+One of the finest and most poetic touches of human nature occurs in
+the most prosaic book of the Bible--the Book of Ezra. It is like a
+single well-spring in a dry, parched land, like one lingering leaf
+of autumn in the heart of winter. It is found at that scene where
+the foundation of the new Temple is laid. The passage thus records
+the mingled feelings of the spectators: "But many of the priests and
+Levites and chief of the fathers, who were ancient men, that had
+seen the first house, when the foundation of this house was laid
+before their eyes, wept with a loud voice; and many shouted aloud
+for joy."
+
+The passage is suggestive for all time. We see it repeated at the
+opening of every January. Nay, it is not limited to inauguration
+days; it recurs wherever youth and age are found side by side. At
+the presentation of every new thing there are two attitudes among
+the crowd--the young shout and the old weep. They are looking
+through two different glasses--hope and memory. Neither of them is
+worshipping in the building in which they stand. Youth sees the
+house gilded by the rays of to-morrow; age beholds it overshadowed
+by the light of yesterday. Youth claps its hands over its coming
+possibilities; age says, "It is nothing to what used to be in the
+old days." Youth disparages the first temple, and says the new is
+better; age exclaims with the Scottish poetess:--
+
+    "There ne'er shall be a new house
+     Can seem so fair to me."
+
+You will observe that in neither of these cases is the attitude
+pessimistic. Both see roses; both are agreed that a happy time is
+somewhere; but they differ as to where the roses lie. Youth sees
+them at the end; age beholds them at the beginning. The one has
+placed its Garden of Eden in the future; the other has planted it in
+the past. Both are optimists; but they seek their goal by opposite
+ways. Youth is for advance; it cries with a loud voice, "Speak to
+the children of Israel, that they go forward." Age is for retreat,
+for regress toward a former day; it would say with the ancient poet,
+"Return unto thy rest, O my soul."
+
+Which is right? Neither. Both are one-sided; each ignores something
+in the other. Let us begin with youth--the tendency to disparage the
+past, to set hope against memory. It forgets something--that hope
+is itself an inheritance of the past. Why does youth clap its hands
+previous to experience? It is because the young man has got in his
+blood the experience of past generations, and the result has been on
+the side of happiness rather than of misery. If the result had been
+on the side of misery, youth would not have hoped; it would have
+despaired. Instinct is the fruit of past habit; instinctive hope
+must come from long prosperity. Christianity itself has propagated
+from sire to son an inheritance of hope; Christ in us becomes the
+hope of glory. Paul declares that the highest ground for hope is to
+be found in the past: "He that spared not His own Son, shall He not
+with Him also freely give us all things?" He means that nothing in
+the future need be too much to expect after this exhibition of love
+in the past. The handing down of such a thought is alone sufficient
+to create sunshine. It causes the average child in a Christian
+population to be born an optimist--to come into the world with an
+expectation of blue sky, and to dream of a good for which he has no
+warrant in personal experience.
+
+But if youth is one-sided in disparaging the past, age is also so
+in disparaging the future, in dwelling on the past exclusively.
+The old man tends to say that the former days were better than
+these. If he could get back to these former days, he would make a
+discovery. He would find that, in point of fact, there was not one
+of them which was not lit by to-morrow's sky. Take the boy's game.
+To one looking back through the years, it seems to have been a pure
+enjoyment of the hour; in truth, it was never so. What the boy saw
+was more than the game of play; it was the game of life. To him the
+game was an allegory: it represented something beyond itself--the
+chances of the world. That which made him glad in his success, that
+which made him sad in his defeat, was not mainly the fact but the
+omen. The game was to him rather a sign of the future than an event
+of the hour. Or take the girl's doll. Was that purely a pleasure
+of the hour? Nay; the hour had very little to do with it. She was
+living in a world of imagination--a world to come. The doll to her
+represented motherhood. She had already in fancy a house of her
+own. She reigned; she administered; she managed; she had put away
+childish things. There are no moments so speculative as our real
+moments; no sphere is so full of to-morrow as what we call the
+events of the hour.
+
+But, although each view separately is one-sided, there is an extreme
+beauty in their union. It is one of the finest laws of Providence
+that youth should see the end at the beginning, and that age should
+see the beginning at the end. Let us glance at each in turn. Let us
+begin with youth. And let us remember what is the problem before
+youth: it is, how to advance. Now, I have no hesitation in saying
+that nothing causes us to advance but a vision of the future.
+Paradoxical as it may sound, if there is to be progress, the end
+must get behind the beginning and push it on. No other vision will
+impel us forward. The past will not. I do not think the effect
+even of _bright_ memories is stimulating; they tend rather to make
+us fold the hands. The present will not. How short is the effect
+of any actual joy! If a windfall comes to you, you contemplate it
+perhaps for a few moments exclusively; presently you say, "What
+will my friend think when he hears of it?" The thing itself is not
+sufficient. It cannot bear the weight even of five minutes. It is
+incapable of self-sustenance. It would die at its birth if it were
+not supported by to-morrow.
+
+Therefore it is that God leads on the youth of individuals and
+communities, not by a sight of their environment, but by a vision
+of the end. He shows them the end without perspective--without
+the years between. He knows that by nature the child ignores all
+between--that in the presence of any coming joy he cries, "Not
+to-morrow, nor to-morrow, nor to-morrow, but the next day." And so
+our Father has always begun by showing us the next day. He came
+to Abraham and said, "Get thee out of thy country, and I will
+make of thee a great nation." He did not tell him that Egypt and
+the desert and the Jordan lay between. If He had, his steps would
+have been paralysed on the threshold. Did you ever ask yourself
+what is the earliest revealed doctrine of the New Testament? Is it
+justification, sanctification, effectual calling, the perseverance
+of the saints? No, it is none of these: it is the second coming of
+Christ--the completed glory of redeeming love. When Paul sat down
+to write his first epistle to the Thessalonians--the earliest book
+of the New Testament--he began at the end. He let the world hear
+the final bells ringing across the snow. He concealed the snow;
+he veiled the intervening years; he said, "To-morrow." He did not
+tell that a Red Sea of trouble and a desert of visionless waiting
+lay between. And he was right. Men heard only the bells, and the
+bells lured them on. They helped them to tread the snow; they nerved
+them to cross the sea. They sustained them to meet the desert. They
+sounded nearer than they were; they rang ever the one refrain,
+"Christ is coming"; and the persistent strain of to-morrow hid the
+jarring of the passing day.
+
+But if it is benevolent that youth should see the end at the
+beginning, it is no less a bounteous provision that age should
+see the beginning at the end. "Say not that the former days were
+better than these" is a counsel wise and true. But it is none the
+less wise and true that to the eye of the old man the past ought
+to be _glorified_. It ought to be glorified because it _needs_ to
+be glorified. The past never got justice while it was passing.
+Childhood ignored it; youth disparaged it. The hour laid gems at
+our feet which we did not see, or which, seeing, we despised. We
+kept asking when Elias would come; and Elias had come already. To
+us, as to Moses, the hand of God was laid over the face while God
+was passing by; we did not discern the actual blessings of the day.
+Are we never to discern them here below? Must we go hence without
+seeing the world in which we dwell? Shall we be sent forth to gaze
+on things unseen before we have looked at the objects which have
+been actually in our hands? God says "No." He says the past must
+be righted, righted on the earth, righted _by_ the earth. He has
+appointed a day even here in which each man shall judge the world in
+which he has dwelt--in which he shall reverse his former judgment.
+The crooked shall be seen straight, the rough places shall appear
+plain, the glory of the Lord, which was veiled in passing, shall be
+recognised in retrospect; and the end will pronounce the beginning
+to have been indeed very good.
+
+Therefore it is that the eyes of the aged men rest more on the old
+house than on the new. The old is to them really a new house. They
+have seen it for the first time. They did not see it when they were
+living in it; their eyes were then on the _coming_ temple, and the
+voice of the present God spoke to them unheard. Therefore, on the
+quiet road to Emmaus--the road of life's silent afternoon--God shows
+them the disappearing form of yesterday; and, like Jacob, they
+exclaim in deep surprise, "Surely the Lord was in this place, and we
+knew it not; this was none other than the house of God."
+
+And this explains something which otherwise I could not understand.
+In the Book of Revelation the host of the redeemed in heaven are
+represented as singing two songs--the song of Moses and the song of
+the Lamb. Why two? The song of Moses I can readily understand; it is
+the triumph of the _future_--the shout over the coming emancipation.
+But why sing the song of the Lamb? Why chant a pæan over the
+sacrifices of yesterday? Why allow the dark memories of the past to
+dim the glory of the approaching day? Is there not something which
+jars upon the ear in the union of two anthems such as these?
+
+[Illustration: THE REV. DR. MATHESON.
+
+(_Photo: J. Horsburgh and Son, Edinburgh._)]
+
+No; there would be something jarring without it. All other heavens
+but that of the Bible sing the song of Moses alone; they ask nothing
+more than to be free from the pain of yesterday. The heaven of
+Christ would be content with no such aspiration. It deems it not
+enough to promise the joys of to-morrow--the golden streets, and the
+pearly gates, and the luscious fruits of an unfading summer's bloom.
+It seeks to connect the future with the past, to show that in some
+sense the glory had its birth in the gloom. It would reveal to us
+that the golden streets have arisen from our desert, that the pearly
+gates have opened from our brick walls, that the luscious fruits
+have sprung from the very ground which we used to deem barren. It
+would tell us that the crown has been made from the materials of
+our cross, that the day has come out of our dusk, and that we have
+climbed the heights of Olivet by ascending the steps of Calvary.
+
+And is not the heaven of Christ true in this to human nature? What
+you and I are seeking is not merely nor even mainly emancipation.
+That would be something, but not all; I want a justification of
+my past bonds. It is not enough to be able to say "I am all right
+_now_." Have I not wasted time? Are there not years which the
+locusts have eaten? Might not this emancipation have come sooner?
+Why should I not always have been free? Is it any vindication of
+God's dealings with Job that at the end he gets back houses and
+brethren and lands? No; that is a mere appendage to the story.
+The patriarch wants to learn, and _we_ want to learn, why he was
+afflicted at all. We are not satisfied merely because the grey is
+followed by the gold. We wish to know that the grey has _made_ the
+gold. The song of Moses may tell how the peace came _after_ the
+storm; but the song of the Lamb alone can say, "God answered Job
+_out of_ the whirlwind."
+
+Our future, then, like our present, must be a blending of memory and
+hope. The stones of the heavenly temple must be stones that have
+been hewn in the quarry of time; otherwise they will _not_ sparkle
+in the sun. The marriage supper of the Lamb is a union of to-morrow
+and yesterday; no other bells will ring Christ in for me. Grace is
+not enough; it must be justifying grace--grace that vindicates my
+past. In vain shall I walk by the crystal river, in vain shall I
+stand upon the glassy sea, if the light upon each be only the sun of
+to-morrow. My sea must be "glass mingled with _fire_"--calm that has
+been evolved by tempest, rest that has grown out of struggle, beauty
+that has shaped itself through seeming anarchy, joy that has been
+born of tears. To-morrow morning and yesterday evening must form
+together one day--a day in which the imperfections of the old house
+will explain the symmetry of the new, and in which the symmetry of
+the new will compensate for the short-comings of the old. So shall
+the first and second temple receive a common glory, and memory and
+hope shall be joined for evermore.
+
+[Illustration: signature]
+
+
+
+
+"NOT TOO LATE."
+
+By the late Rev. Gordon Calthrop, M.A.
+
+
+    The cords were knotted round me fast,
+    I writhed and plucked them as I lay;
+    But Sin too well her net had cast--
+    I could not tear myself away.
+    Then hissed a voice, "Give up the strife;
+    Too late thou seek'st to change thy life."
+    Another spake--"Make God thy Friend,
+    And then 't is not too late to mend."
+
+    But I had scorned the proffered love,
+    And bidden Heav'n's angels from me flee;
+    How could I think that Heaven would move
+    To stretch a helping hand to me?
+    So hissed the voice, "Give up thy hope:
+    Some paths to hell _must_ downward slope."
+    The other said, "God is thy Friend;
+    Why should it be too late to mend?"
+
+    The time was bitter. Ah! how oft
+    I almost dashed aside the cup!
+    But Hope her banner waved aloft,
+    And God's great Son still held me up.
+    And if the voice hissed, "Thou art long
+    In conqu'ring foes so old and strong,"
+    The other cried, "With God thy Friend
+    It cannot be too late to mend."
+
+    And when the bitter day was done,
+    And forth the demons howling fled,
+    I went to strengthen many a one
+    Whom, like me, Sin had captive led:
+    I told them, though a voice of fear
+    Might speak of ruin in their ear,
+    Another said, "God is thy Friend,
+    It cannot be too late to mend."
+
+
+
+
+AN AMERICAN BOY-EDITOR
+
+AND HIS "BAREFOOT MISSION."
+
+By Elizabeth L. Banks.
+
+[Illustration: TELLO J. D'APERY AT THE AGE OF TWELVE.
+
+(_Photo: Eisenmann, New York._)]
+
+
+"_The Sunny Hour_--A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls. Published
+and Edited by Tello d'Apery, a Boy twelve years old."
+
+This was the inscription which appeared on the title-page of a
+new periodical which made its appearance in New York a few years
+ago. Editors of important daily and weekly newspapers, finding
+the pretty brown-covered magazine on their desks along with more
+ambitious-looking first numbers of other periodicals, stopped in the
+midst of their work to glance over the result of a twelve-year-old
+editor's work. Accustomed as they were to reading and hearing
+of prodigies in America, the land of prodigies, they were yet
+surprised at the enterprise, not to say the audacity, of the young
+boy who essayed to put himself before the public as the editor and
+proprietor of a magazine.
+
+"The commercial instincts of the American nation show themselves in
+its very infants!" they reflected amusedly. "A few years hence that
+twelve-year-old, grown to be a man, is likely to make Wall Street
+hum."
+
+Commercial instincts! Well, yes, perhaps, but of an order more
+likely to bring about results in the neighbourhood of Baxter Street
+and the other poverty-stricken haunts of the lowly East Side than
+among the brown-stone business palaces of Wall Street.
+
+Turning to the first "leader" written by the young editor on his
+editorial page, the literary critics were told in childish language
+why so small a specimen of humanity had dared to venture into the
+world of letters.
+
+"I am twelve years old," ran the leading article, "so I hope all the
+public will excuse any mistakes I make in my paper. I am publishing
+it to earn money to buy new boots and shoes and get old ones mended
+for poor boys and girls in New York who have to go barefooted.
+That's what I'm going to do with all the profits. I want to make
+enough money to rent a house where I can have my offices and lots of
+room for a Barefoot Mission, where the boys and girls in New York
+can come and get boots for nothing. I hope the public will buy my
+paper, which is a dollar a year and ten cents for single copies."
+
+     How to Manage Fathers and Mothers.
+
+     BY THE EDITOR.
+
+     I have had a father and mother twelve years, and I am said to
+     manage them pretty well, and I am going to tell all boys and
+     girls just how I do it, and it would do no harm for them to try
+     the same plan and see how it works in their cases.
+
+     FACSIMILE OF AN EXTRACT FROM NO. 1 OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."
+
+So it happened that when the important editors of New York and other
+large cities read the leading article in the first copy of _The
+Sunny Hour_, there was a kindness and gentleness in their tones as
+they threw the little periodical over to the "exchange editors,"
+saying, "Here, this little thing isn't a bad idea at all! Be sure
+you notice it in your reviews."
+
+I doubt if any other new paper ever published received from its
+contemporaries such kind and encouraging "press notices" as did _The
+Sunny Hour_, and when it appeared upon the stalls for sale the
+newsdealers sold a great many copies.
+
+[Illustration: OFFICE OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."]
+
+When the first number of his magazine was off his hands, little
+Tello began to think of ways and means for insuring its success
+and getting as much money as he could for his Barefoot Mission. He
+decided that he must have patrons, and so with his own hands he
+folded up and addressed copies of his paper to many great people of
+whom he had heard. One of the papers went to the Queen of England,
+and along with it was posted a letter to her Majesty telling her all
+about his paper and his mission and asking her to let her name go
+first on his list of patrons. What mattered it to the Queen that she
+was simply addressed as "Dear Queen" by the little American boy who
+wanted her for his patron! In the reply which she sent through Sir
+Henry Ponsonby, she told him of her interest in his noble work and
+gladly became his first patron.
+
+Letters and papers were also sent to the Empress of Russia, the
+Queen-Regent of Spain, Queen Olga of Greece, Queen Elizabeth of
+Roumania, the Khedive, and numerous other royalties, all of whom
+wrote to him and became his patrons and subscribers. The great
+Church dignitaries of America, Europe, and Asia, wrote charming
+letters to the boy-editor, subscribing for his paper and saying that
+they would like to be considered patrons of _The Sunny Hour_ Mission.
+
+After the first number of the magazine appeared, the list of
+contributors became a very notable one indeed. The Queen of Roumania
+(Carmen Sylva) wrote several autograph poems for it, and sent an
+autographed photograph for publication. The Prince of Montenegro,
+Prince Albert of Monaco, Prince Roland Bonaparte, Osman Pasha (Grand
+Master of Ceremonies to the Sultan), Pierre Loti, Sir Edwin Arnold,
+Mr. Justin McCarthy, Sully-Prudhomme, the Rev. Edward Everett Hale,
+Marion Harland, and many other literary celebrities, had articles,
+stories, and poems in _The Sunny Hour_, for which they asked no
+reward, except the knowledge that they were helping to sell the
+paper and thus putting shoes on little bare feet.
+
+[Illustration: WAITING OUTSIDE THE MISSION-HOUSE.]
+
+With the money that came in from the subscriptions and
+advertisements for the paper, a building on Twenty-fourth Street
+was rented as an editorial and mission house. It was fitted up in
+the most practical way possible, with a play-room for the very
+little "Barefoots," a library for the older ones, a reception-room
+for "Barefoots," a storeroom for boots and shoes, and the editorial
+and publishing offices of _The Sunny Hour_. Though the help of
+grown-up people was always gladly received, only little folks were
+employed about the headquarters of the boy-editor and missionary.
+His assistant editor was a boy of his own age, Jack Bristol, whose
+happy face and manner gained for him the title of "Jolly Jack."
+Three small boys, friends of the editor, were the type-setters and
+printers. They had a small steam press on which they printed the
+magazine. Florencia Lewis, a young girl, acted as secretary and
+general manager.
+
+I must not forget to mention another very important employee of the
+mission, who acted as carrier and distributer of boots and shoes to
+the little "Barefoots." He also was of very tender years--or rather
+I should say months, for Prince Roland Bonaparte, the St. Bernard
+puppy, though very much larger than many of the children who took
+the shoes he carried to them in his mouth, was only a few months
+old when the mission was started. "Prince," as he was called for
+short, was (and is) one of the most indefatigable and enthusiastic
+supporters of the Barefoot Mission in New York. As a puppy he always
+had a place of honour in the reception-room where the barefooted
+children went to make their requests. By the time he was four months
+old "Prince" learned to tell a "Barefoot" on sight, so that, as soon
+as a poor little shivering tot made its appearance, the puppy would
+wag his tail and gravely trot into the storeroom, procure a pair of
+boots, and, returning, lay them at the bare feet of the applicant.
+It must be confessed that "Prince's" sagacity, great though it was,
+did not always enable him to select just the right-sized boot for
+the would-be wearer. There were also a few occasions, during his
+initiation into his new duties, when he disgraced himself by chewing
+up one shoe while the "Barefoot" was putting on the other, but he
+has outgrown these puppyish proclivities. He now weighs one hundred
+and seventy-five pounds, and is one of the finest and most useful
+St. Bernards in New York. When out walking with his young master,
+he always stops in front of any shops where boots and shoes are
+displayed in the windows, and with a worldly-wise look in his eyes
+and numerous wags of his huge tail seems to be trying to calculate
+in his mind just how many applicants at the Barefoot Mission could
+have their feet shod if the shopkeepers did their duty. It takes all
+Tello's powers of coaxing and persuasion to keep him from entering
+the shop and carrying off by force (in his mouth) some of the wares
+displayed for sale.
+
+[Illustration: THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE FOR SEVEN HUNDRED CHILDREN.]
+
+Not all, perhaps only a very few, new enterprises in the literary
+world are able to meet all their expenses and show a profit during
+the first year of their existence, but the twelve-year-old boy's
+enterprise was able to do this. Beside meeting all his expenses,
+he had at the end of the first year been able to distribute 760
+pairs of shoes to the poor children of New York. Not all of these
+were new. Some were old ones mended by Tello's special shoemaker
+in such a way as to make them almost as good as new in the matter
+of usefulness, if not in appearance. Then people began to send in
+stockings (some new, some old), dresses, boys' suits, underwear, old
+playthings, etc., until the Barefoot Mission became indeed a blessed
+place to the poor of New York. When Christmas came, the boy-editor
+provided a great Christmas tree and festival, where not only boots
+and shoes and clothing were distributed to the needy, but turkeys
+and ham, and cakes and "candies" were given out, to the great
+delight of the 700 children who attended it. Here is one of the many
+pathetic little letters the young editor received just before one of
+the Christmas festivals. It was published at the time in _The Sunny
+Hour_:--
+
+     "DEAR MR. TELLO,--Me and my little sister and the baby can't
+     have no crismus this year 'cause our father is dying and granma
+     is sick with perelisis and our little bruther died two weeks ago
+     and the city had to bury him. Mother is not working 'cause the
+     baby is too little--there's ten of us all counted. So if you
+     have any crismus won't you let us come, for we all haven't got
+     clothes to keep us warm nor shoes, and no coal except what my
+     big brother picks up--nothing to eat hardly. Yours respecfully."
+
+Childish letters of appeal similar to the above have been coming
+in ever since the mission was started, and they have acted as a
+continual spur to the young missionary. The distributions increased
+until one day 3,032 pairs of shoes and stockings were given out, and
+about 2,000 flannel garments as well.
+
+[Illustration: GOLD MEDAL PRESENTED TO THE BOY-EDITOR BY THE
+PATRIARCH OF ALEXANDRIA.
+
+(_Of which there are only five in existence._)]
+
+Meanwhile _The Sunny Hour_ magazine increased in interest and
+circulation. The list of eminent contributors and patrons became
+larger every month. Very busy men and women, for the product of
+whose pens the editors of the best periodicals were willing to pay
+liberally, sent in gratis to _The Sunny Hour_ stories and poems to
+be edited by a little boy.
+
+[Illustration: TELLO J. D'APERY AT PRESENT TIME.
+
+(_Photo: D. Garber, New York._) (_Showing the Medals and Orders
+presented to him by European and Asiatic Sovereigns._)]
+
+When the mission and the magazine had been running for about three
+years Tello d'Apery's health broke down from overwork, and through
+the kindness of a friend he made a trip round the world, leaving
+his paper and mission in the care of "Jolly Jack," the assistant
+editor. The boy carried copies of his little paper along with him,
+his object being to interest everyone he met in his work, and
+this object was attained to such an extent that on his return he
+numbered among his subscribers nearly every Oriental potentate. He
+was received in audience by the Sultan and the Khedive. The latter
+was especially kind to him, delegating one of his sons to show him
+about Cairo, and became so interested in the Barefoot Mission that
+he contributed one hundred dollars towards it. It was during his
+visit to Egypt that Tello d'Apery became distinguished as the only
+American boy who has ever been decorated by a foreign potentate. The
+Khedive conferred upon him the Order of the Medjidieh, which carried
+with it the title of Bey. Other orders, medals, and titles have been
+showered upon the young American. He is a Chevalier of the Order
+of Bolivar, conferred upon him by the President of Colombia. The
+Order of Umberto was also conferred upon him in Italy. He is also a
+Chevalier of the Order of St. Katherine, and another order gives him
+the title of "Don." He has received in all eighteen decorations and
+medals, and it is by special request that he has had his portrait
+taken with a number of his decorations fastened to his coat. In
+writing to me recently concerning this portrait, he says: "Of
+course, being an all-round and patriotic American boy, I could not
+use a title, and care only for my decorations because of the good
+friends who gave them to me and the interest that they show has been
+taken in my work by great people abroad."
+
+     With this issue I present the initial
+     number of THE SUNNY HOUR, modestly, as becomes so young an
+     editor, but hopefully, because I mean to try and make it worthy
+     of a place in every home where there are children.
+
+     If I find as much encouragement in my subscription list and
+     advertising patronage, as I hope, I shall enlarge my paper every
+     three months, and add new features. In any case it has come to
+     stay one year.
+
+     I shall devote my paper to such literature as mothers will
+     approve, and there will be no Indian Scalping, nor pistols, nor
+     any such thing. I shall always uphold the cause of temperance
+     and morality and so shall not touch upon politics, and it shall
+     be my earnest endeavor to deserve well of the public.
+
+     If my paper ever falls below expectations, please remember that
+     I am only twelve years old.--THE EDITOR.
+
+                    _____________
+
+                   SPECIAL NOTICE.
+
+     All paying subscribers, who desire it, are entitled to a cabinet
+     photograph of the editor, with his autograph. This is not done
+     from vanity, but because he thought perhaps some persons might
+     like to see what the youngest editor and publisher in the world
+     looks like.
+
+             FROM NO. 1 OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."
+
+When Tello returned from his travels, much improved in health, his
+boy friends took a notion to call him "Chevalier d'Apery," but on
+pain of his sore displeasure the title was dropped, he declaring
+that it was not for publication but only as an evidence of good
+faith on the part of his decorators. A medal that he very highly
+prizes is a gold one given him by the venerable Patriarch of
+Alexandria, Sophronius, who had it struck when he had been fifty
+years in office. There are only four others like Tello's in the
+world. The Patriarch presented one to Tello, one to the Queen of
+Greece, one to the late Queen of Denmark, and one to the Empress
+Dowager of Russia. Sophronius is now one hundred and six years old,
+and is one of Tello's most devoted friends, writing frequent letters
+to him in Apostolic Greek.
+
+Many also are the presents Tello d'Apery has received from noted
+people. Don Carlos of Spain, the Queen of Greece, and many other
+royalties, have sent him tokens of their interest and esteem,
+so that, besides his medals and decorations, he has a number of
+interesting and valuable scarf-pins, rings, etc. While in Athens
+the Queen of Greece entertained him at the palace, and begged him
+to make her a member of _The Sunny Hour_ Mission Club, which he
+did by himself pinning at her throat the pretty little badge of
+the Order of _The Sunny Hour_, the Queen repeating after him the
+promise made by all those who join the Club: "I promise to give one
+hour each week to some good action. I will be kind to my parents,
+to my brothers and sisters, to the poor and the unfortunate, and to
+animals."
+
+These _Sunny Hour_ Mission Clubs are auxiliaries of _The Sunny Hour_
+and Barefoot Mission, and have been formed in different parts of
+the world. There is one in Paris, which has been very prosperous,
+and there has also been one in London. There are a number of little
+persons belonging to royal families who wear the badge of _The Sunny
+Hour_. Among them are the little Lady Alexandra Duff, and the tiny
+Prince Boris of Bulgaria.
+
+After his return from abroad Tello d'Apery published an account
+of his experiences in a book called "Europe Seen through a Boy's
+Eyes," all the profits of which went to buy shoes for the barefooted
+children of New York. He also, in order to get more money for his
+work, started a little book and stationery shop, spending a part
+of his time there behind the counter and a part of it behind his
+editorial desk. Recently his health has again failed, and he has
+been obliged to lessen some of his arduous labours. He is now trying
+to establish a mammoth boot- and shoe-mending shop of his own,
+where old foot-gear may be repaired at less expense than it is now.
+When this object is accomplished, some of the "Barefoots" themselves
+will learn the cobbler's trade and work in the establishment, thus
+helping others while helping themselves.
+
+The idea is to rent a building, or at least a part of a building,
+for the purpose, and issue circulars to the residents of New York
+and vicinity, asking them to send their old boots and shoes to the
+building, or, better still, to have a horse and cart go about from
+house to house to collect them. Then two or three expert cobblers
+will be hired for a few months to mend them and to take a certain
+number of apprentices from among the "Barefoots" and teach them the
+trade of cobbling. Only such boys as show a liking and aptitude for
+the work will, of course, be chosen as apprentices. They will spend
+the whole day or only a few hours a day at the work, as their other
+duties permit. Not only will they be taught to mend boots--they
+will also be taught to make them. When they have learned their
+trade they will receive the same wages as other workmen are paid.
+Of course, when _The Sunny Hour_ "Barefoots" (or, rather, those who
+have been "Barefoots" in times gone by) become expert shoemakers,
+there is no reason why they should confine their efforts to making
+and mending boots for the New York poor alone. Tello d'Apery hopes
+that many orders for men's and women's and children's footgear will
+be received from well-to-do New Yorkers, so that not only will the
+expenses of the establishment be met, but an extra amount of money
+taken in for the mission. It is a magnificent scheme, and we can but
+hope that this noble American boy may be able to carry it out.
+
+[Illustration: THE PLAYROOM IN "THE SUNNY HOUR" MISSION BUILDING.]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LADY WILMERTON.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE LADY WILMERTON]
+
+By the Rev. P. B. Power, M.A., Author of "The Oiled Feather," Etc.
+
+
+Hard by the village of Hopedale, away from railways and their
+whistles, and indeed pretty nearly from the world in general, was a
+very beautiful castle, surrounded by pleasure grounds, and gardens
+for both fruit and flowers.
+
+The place had been well kept up, because old Lord Wilmerton, the
+grandfather of the little lady of whom I am going to tell you, was a
+proud man; and he would not have it said that any of his properties
+were allowed to go to ruin, or even to run wild. But the old Lord
+himself never went there nor did his son, the father of the present
+little Lady Wilmerton. The place was too dull for them; they liked
+the gaieties of London and the Continent, and the country had no
+charms for them.
+
+Little Lady Wilmerton's father and grandfather were now both dead.
+Her father died first, and her grandfather soon followed him to the
+grave. And now our little lady was a Countess, for in her family the
+title did not die out with the males, but, when there were no sons,
+passed on to the daughters, if there were any. And as with the title
+went most of the estates, the little Countess, who was only twelve
+years old, became the mistress of Hopedale Castle, and the village
+and, indeed, the country for, I might almost say, many miles round.
+
+The last thing that anyone in Hopedale would have ever thought of
+was her little ladyship's coming to live at the Castle. Great,
+therefore, was the astonishment of everyone when they heard that she
+was to live there for a large part of the year--and, moreover, that
+she was coming almost at once.
+
+At first the report was treated as an idle rumour, but when a
+carriage arrived one day at the Castle with an elderly gentleman and
+a much younger man, and a second carriage with a lady and her maid,
+there could be no doubt that something was about to take place.
+Moreover, the agent had been summoned to meet this old gentleman,
+and he and the new arrivals were known to have gone all over the
+Castle. This gentleman was the little Countess's guardian, and the
+younger man was his solicitor; and the lady was a distant relative
+of the little Countess, and was to be her caretaker--for her mother
+had been dead now three years.
+
+Such a possibility as the Castle being inhabited could not take
+place without causing much talk in the village. Old and young had
+their say about it--some of the old, I am sorry to say, at the
+"Green Dragon," the village ale-house; and some at their cottage
+doors, or when they met in the street.
+
+The children too had their ideas and speculations--very different,
+of course, from the older people's, but very decided, nevertheless.
+
+As to the folk at the "Green Dragon," some were for the lady's
+coming and some were not, and each party were positive.
+
+"I tell you," said old Joe Crupper, the saddler, "there ain't no
+good a-comin' out of this. We've got on very well hereabouts for
+many a year, without having anyone to worrit us from that place. Why
+can't they let it be as it has been so long? It don't want anyone to
+live in it to keep it warm. Why, I'm told that they've burnt thirty
+ton of coal in a winter to keep the place aired. We don't want no
+great people down here in these parts; we can get on well enough by
+ourselves. I didn't never know any good come of the haristockracy,"
+said the saddler, giving the table a thump.
+
+"But I'm told," chimed in a meek little man, who frequented the
+"Green Dragon" more for gossip than for drink, "that the new 'lord'
+is a little lady, and is only twelve years old."
+
+"Joseph Simmons," said the saddler, looking witheringly into the
+little man's face, "you are a man of edication, and ought to know
+better. As to the little 'lord' being a lady, I ask you and all
+the company"--here the saddler looked round--"what difference does
+that make? Isn't a goose a goose, whether it's a goose or a gander?
+Would you say, when 'tis roasted, 'Who'll take a bit of gander?'
+No, goose or gander, 'tis a goose. In like manner, it don't matter
+whether 'tis a boy or girl, a man or a woman"--and here the saddler
+paused, evidently seeking for a further variety in sex, which he
+could not find--"excuse me," said he, looking deprecatingly round,
+"if I stop for a moment, for the argument is deep, and one's liable
+to get tangled a bit--a man or a woman. Yes, the argument is plain,
+and I defy you, Joseph Simmons, to beat it. A haristocrat is a
+haristocrat, whether it be man or woman, boy or girl."
+
+"I humbly beg pardon if I've given any offence," said the meek
+little man. "You were once in London for a day, and you ought to
+know more than I do."
+
+[Illustration: "All the haristockracy wear gold crowns," said
+Dolly.--_p. 276._]
+
+"Ah, you're now coming to your senses," said the saddler. "I always
+knew that you were a sensible man; the best of us forget ourselves
+at times, as you did just now. You just mind what I say: no good
+will come of this haristocrat." And as the saddler led most of the
+company by the nose, they all went away with a terrible prejudice
+against the little Countess.
+
+The children, too, had their ideas and their talks. They had heard
+that the new "lord" was a lady, and that she was only twelve years
+old.
+
+This was a puzzle to them, and no effort of their mental powers
+enabled them to understand it; but they could--each according to
+their own cast of mind--have their ideas on the subject, and talk of
+and debate about them amongst themselves.
+
+And so it came to pass that they, as well as their elders at the
+Green "Dragon," had their argument about the newcomer.
+
+We often form our ideas of people out of our own fancies; and we are
+very often wrong, and I would recommend all young people not to be
+in too great a hurry in forming their opinion about others, until
+they have something to go on.
+
+In the present instance Dolly Strap, who hated lessons, and whose
+one desire was to run wild, said she "was sure that the little
+haristocrat that was coming" (for the saddler's word had got all
+over the village) "was a girl who never learned any lessons, who
+never did and never would be obliged to; who was allowed to jump
+over hedges and ditches, and never got whacked for tearing her
+frock. Look here!" said Dolly, exhibiting a long rent in her frock;
+"that means smackers to-night, girls, at eight o'clock; and as like
+as not there will be smackers to-morrow night too. And haristocrats
+jump over hedges and ditches, and tear their frocks to pieces every
+day, and they only gets new ones for their pains, and never a smack
+get they; and if the day was wet, and they couldn't get out of doors
+to tear them, then you may be sure they does it somehow indoors,
+leaping over chairs, or somehow. You know," said Dolly, with a
+leer in her eye, "when you want to do a thing, you can always do
+it--somehow."
+
+"I don't know about dress," said Martha Furblow; "but you may be
+sure she's dressed very grand--lots of feathers and flowers in her
+hat, and plenty of lace and beads all over her."
+
+"And she has dozens of dolls, you may be sure," said Mary Mater.
+"I've heard say that there are dolls that say 'Papa' and 'Mamma,'
+and that open their eyes and shuts 'em too, and winks when they
+wants to look knowin'. She'll have some that asks you how you are,
+and says, 'Very well, thank ye, and how are you?'"
+
+"Ah," said Jenny Giblet, "and her sweets--do you think of them?
+Hard-bake every morning for breakfast, and ginger-pop, and bottles
+of peardrops, and boxes of peppermints--she don't go in for
+pennorths, not she."
+
+"And a gold crown--only not quite so grand as the Queen's," said
+Dolly. "All the haristockracy wear gold crowns when they go to see
+the Queen, and on Sundays when they go to church."
+
+Thus the village children settled amongst themselves all about the
+little Countess, and the outcome of it all was that, as she was so
+much better off than they, she was to be disliked, and when she
+came into the village--if, indeed, she ever did--they were to turn
+up their noses at her, just as they made sure she would turn up her
+nose at them.
+
+There was one, however, amongst the group who ventured to put in a
+word for the poor little Countess--this was Patience Filbert--whom,
+in spite of themselves, everyone liked, for Patience was good to
+all. The child was a little younger than the Countess. She had long
+fair hair, and round grey eyes which seemed to open wide when she
+talked to you and looked you, as she often did, so honestly, so
+wonderingly, so lovingly in the face.
+
+Patience ventured to say that, perhaps the little Countess might be
+very nice, and if she was born a countess that was not her fault;
+but poor Patience was told that she was a silly little thing.
+
+"Yes, yes," said Dolly Strap; "you was hatched out a little goose,
+and you'll be a little goose until you die. Now you go and give your
+Bullie his dinner; you sat up with him half the night, and I hope he
+won't die."
+
+"Yes," they all said, "we hope he won't die," for they all liked
+Patience--as, indeed, who could help doing?--and they knew that her
+bullfinch was her great pleasure in life.
+
+Poor Bullie! he was indeed ill, drawing near his end. He no longer
+sang when Patience sang, nor hopped from his cage to eat out of her
+mouth. He had fulfilled his mission in life, by making the delicate
+child happy in what would have been many lonely hours, for she could
+seldom play with other girls; and now in his death Bullie was about
+to play a greater part than he had ever done in his life.
+
+Bullie lingered two or three days, during which time he had three
+warm baths and apoplectic fits, to the last of which he succumbed,
+and, turning himself on his back and throwing his legs up into the
+air, he departed this life. As Bullie had nothing to leave--at
+least, so far as he knew--he died without a will, though in reality
+he left a good deal, which was divided amongst all the inhabitants
+of Hopedale, making them ever so much richer than they had been
+before.
+
+And it all came about in this way.
+
+When Bullie died, it was determined amongst the children that he
+should have a public funeral. Patience Filbert would have liked
+to bury him just by herself; but two considerations induced her
+to let her little neighbours have their way. There was first the
+kindly feeling shown to herself, and then there was the honour done
+to Bullie. And so Bullie was carried to his burial; his body was
+wrapped in a clean pocket-handkerchief, and his coffin was an old
+cigar box with wadding and sweet herbs inside. There was a long
+avenue of trees leading up to the Castle gate, beneath a particular
+one of which it was decided the body should be buried. Here it was
+interred.
+
+There was one more at the funeral than was expected. The little
+Countess was there. She had seen the small procession as she was out
+for her morning walk, and followed respectfully at a little distance
+all the way. Moreover, she was at the ceremony of interment, only
+standing a little way behind the rest.
+
+The child was dressed in a simple holland frock, with a black ribbon
+round her waist, and another round her plain straw hat. Her servant
+was so far behind that she seemed to be quite by herself.
+
+[Illustration: She put her arm round Patience's neck.]
+
+The funeral over, the little Countess came forward, and the tears
+came into her eyes when she saw how the chief mourner cried, for
+poor Patience Filbert was very sad; and although she was a countess,
+she put her arm round Patience's neck, and wiped away her tears.
+
+Who was she?
+
+"Lady," said Dolly Strap, who was rather rude, "what's your name?"
+
+"They call me 'the Countess,'" said the child, "but my name is Mary.
+Should you all like to come up to the garden? There is plenty of
+fruit."
+
+And they went, wondering that a countess could be so plainly
+dressed, and so feeling, and so kind.
+
+Our feelings in this life are very mingled--joy and sorrow,
+sorrow and joy. So was it in this case. For the funeral party (now
+replenished with gooseberries) returned with a new Bullie in a gilt
+cage; it was the little Countess's own pet which she gave Patience
+to make up her loss.
+
+The little Countess's treatment of Patience--her sympathy, the tears
+which came into her eyes when she saw another's distress--knocked
+the bottom out of all the saddler's arguments against the
+"haristockracy," and the little man cock-a-doodle-doo'd over him
+tremendously at the "Green Dragon." And every door in Hopedale was
+open at once to the little Countess, and every child in the place
+was ready to put his hand to his hat or curtsey to her. One kind
+act of real sympathy had opened all hearts to her; and who knows
+how much prejudice against us will be done away with, and how many
+hearts will be opened to us, even by one act of sympathy and love?
+
+
+
+
+Heavenly Cheer.
+
+  _Words by_ THOMAS KELLY, 1806.       H. WALFORD DAVIES, MUS.D.
+                                  (_Organist of the Temple Church._)
+
+
+    1.  On the mountain-top appearing,
+          Lo! the sacred herald stands,
+        Welcome news to Zion bearing--
+          Zion long in hostile lands:
+            Mourning captive!
+          God Himself will loose thy bands.
+
+    2.  Has thy night been long and mournful?
+          Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
+        Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
+          By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
+            Cease thy mourning!
+          Zion still is well-beloved.
+
+    3.  God, thy God, will now restore thee;
+          God Himself appears thy Friend!
+        All thy foes shall flee before thee--
+          Here their boasts and triumphs end:
+            Great deliverance
+          Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
+
+        Amen.
+
+
+
+
+TEMPERANCE NOTES AND NEWS.
+
+By a Leading Temperance Advocate.
+
+A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
+
+
+The good old wish which we offer to all our readers points its own
+moral. There was great practical sagacity in Joseph Livesey's method
+of arranging to send a temperance tract to every family in Preston
+on New Year's Day. Christian men and women, who are in sympathy with
+the efforts of those who are fighting against our national vice,
+would give a great lift to the work by starting the New Year as
+total abstainers themselves. As New Year's Day falls on a Sunday,
+we trust the clergy and ministers will "remember not to forget" to
+drop a word for temperance in their Watch Night and New Year's Day
+sermons.
+
+[Illustration: DR. MACDOWELL COSGRAVE.
+
+(_President of the Dublin T.A.S._)]
+
+
+A DISTINGUISHED RECORD.
+
+[Illustration: MR. T. WILLSON FAIR
+
+(_Photo: Glover, Dublin._)]
+
+[Illustration: THE DUBLIN COFFEE PALACE.
+
+(_With large public hall in rear._)]
+
+For upwards of sixty-two years the Dublin Total Abstinence Society
+has perseveringly held on its way, a record not surpassed by any
+temperance association in the sister country. When one remembers
+the "storm and stress" through which Ireland has passed during
+this eventful period, the fact that this ancient society still
+survives is a tribute to the enthusiastic labours of its executive
+officers of which they may well be proud. The old-fashioned method
+of "signing the pledge" is still kept in the forefront at all the
+meetings of the society. It rejoices in a coffee palace with a
+commodious public hall, in the very heart of the city of Dublin,
+and from year's end to year's end there is one attractive round of
+lectures, entertainments, clubs, and popular festivities, variously
+adapted to meet the requirements of the young and old alike. It
+was at a meeting under the auspices of this association that the
+late Sir Benjamin Ward Richardson, F.R.S., made the memorable
+deliverance: "The sale of drink is the sale of disease; the sale
+of drink is the sale of poverty; the sale of drink is the sale of
+insanity; the sale of drink is the sale of crime; the sale of drink
+is the sale of death." The president of the society is a well-known
+Dublin physician, Dr. E. MacDowell Cosgrave, and the hon. secretary
+is Mr. Thomas Willson Fair, whose devotion to the cause has made his
+name a household word in Irish temperance circles.
+
+
+THE "DICTIONARY" BRIDE.
+
+It will be remembered that last month we mentioned that under the
+word "abstaining" in the new dictionary, Dr. Murray quoted from the
+"Clerical Testimony to Total Abstinence," published in 1867, in
+which the present Bishop of Carlisle stated that a certain "bride
+was the daughter of an abstaining clergyman." Who was she? Well,
+first of all, let us clear the way by saying that Dr. Bardsley, in
+his testimony, cited the case of his own family. He said he was
+the eldest of seven sons, who were brought up as total abstainers
+by total abstaining parents. He then added, "To some readers who,
+upon occasions of family festivities, have been perplexed by
+their abstaining principles, it may not be uninteresting to learn
+that when, recently, one of the seven entered the happy estate of
+matrimony, the bride was the daughter of an abstaining clergyman.
+Here, then, was a difficulty. Should the wedding-day be regarded as
+an exception, and a little laxity allowed? The question was decided
+in the negative, and, notwithstanding the little protests as to
+'such a thing never having been heard of before,' and the fear as to
+what that mythical personage Mrs. Grundy would say, the wedding was
+conducted on total abstinence principles. Amongst the good things of
+God provided, the spirits of evil were _wanting--but not wanted_,
+for the general remark was 'How little they are missed!'" We ask
+again, "Who was the bride?" In view of Dr. Bardsley's reference to
+the _mythical_ Mrs. Grundy, our reply looks just a trifle piquant,
+for the bride was a Miss Grundy, the daughter of the Rev. George
+Docker Grundy, M.A., then (and still) Vicar of Hey, near Oldham.
+We tender our hearty congratulations to this grand old churchman,
+who graduated in honours at Brasenose College, Oxford, in 1828, was
+ordained in 1830, and entered upon his present benefice more than
+sixty years ago!
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S FOUNTAIN.
+
+In the Temple Gardens, on the Victoria Embankment, there is a
+beautiful drinking-fountain, the work of Mr. George E. Wade. It
+is an exact facsimile of one executed by the same artist for
+the World's Women's Christian Temperance Union and erected in
+a prominent position in the city of Chicago. The funds for the
+purchase of the London fountain were mainly collected by children
+of the Loyal Temperance Legions, in response to an appeal from
+Lady Henry Somerset. At the unveiling ceremony, which took place
+in May, 1897, her Ladyship presented the fountain to the London
+County Council, and Miss Hilda Muff, who, of all the children, had
+collected the largest sum, had the honourable privilege of declaring
+the fountain free to all.
+
+[Illustration: THE CHILDREN'S FOUNTAIN, VICTORIA EMBANKMENT.
+
+(_Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd._)]
+
+
+COMING EVENTS.
+
+The friends in Norwich are organising a Sunday Closing
+Demonstration, to be held in the historic St. Andrew's Hall, on
+January 24th. The annual business meeting of the London Temperance
+Council will take place on January 27th. Temperance Sunday for the
+diocese of Liverpool has been fixed for January 29th, and Bishop
+Ryle has issued a letter to all his clergy urging the due observance
+of the day. The annual New Year's Soirée of the United Kingdom
+Band of Hope Union has been fixed for January 30th, and the annual
+meetings of the same institution will be held in Exeter Hall on
+May 10th. The seventh International Congress against the Abuse of
+Spirituous Drinks will be held in Paris from April 4th to 9th.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: SCRIPTURE LESSONS FOR SCHOOL AND HOME
+
+INTERNATIONAL SERIES]
+
+SCRIPTURE LESSONS FOR SCHOOL AND HOME
+
+INTERNATIONAL SERIES
+
+With Illustrative Anecdotes and References.
+
+
+=JANUARY 15TH.--Christ's First Miracle.=
+
+_To read--St. John ii. 1-11. Golden Text--Ver. 2._
+
+Last lesson told of disciples coming to Christ one by one. John the
+Baptist pointed to Him as Lamb of God--the sin-bearer. Andrew and
+John, hearing this, followed Christ. Andrew brought his brother
+Simon. Christ bade Philip follow Him, and he brought his friend
+Nathanael. Now Christ works miracle which confirms faith of all.
+
+I. =The Need= (1-5). Third day after call of Nathanael. Cana, his
+home, near Nazareth, sixty miles from Bethabara (i. 28). A wedding
+party. Mary, mother of Jesus, evidently a family friend. Christ and
+His five new disciples among the guests. Supplies ran short, perhaps
+from poverty or from larger number of guests than expected. Painful
+position of bridegroom, giver of feast. Mary notices, tells Christ,
+receives answer, "What is that to Me and thee?" He is best judge of
+right time for help. She knows His loving heart, is sure He will do
+something; therefore bids servants obey Christ's orders.
+
+II. =The Supply= (6-11). Waterpots ready, but empty. Been used for
+washing before meals (St. Mark vii. 3). Christ orders them to be
+filled--twenty gallons each. Governor of feast tastes first. Finds
+it excellent wine--such as usually put on table at beginning of
+feast--commends bridegroom for it. What was the result?
+
+Satisfaction to Mary, who knew her Divine Son.
+
+Faith strengthened in the new disciples of Christ.
+
+Glory to Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God.
+
+III. =Lessons.= 1. _About wine._ God's gift (Ps. civ. 15), to be
+used sparingly--a little (1 Tim. v. 23).
+
+2. _About Christ._ How was His glory manifested? By
+sympathy--sharing home-life--its joys and sorrows. Believing wants
+of His people.
+
+3. _About ourselves._ The benefit of such a Friend (Ps. cxliv. 15).
+Difference between this world's blessings and those of Christ.
+This world's come first--health, riches, fame, etc. Christ's come
+last--glory, honour, immortality. Which are best? Then seek those
+things which are above (Col. iii. 1).
+
+
+=God's Bounty.=
+
+     On a cold winter's day a poor woman stood at the window of
+     a King's greenhouse looking at a cluster of grapes which
+     she longed to have for her sick child. She went home to her
+     spinning-wheel, earned half a crown, and offered it to the
+     gardener for the grapes. He ordered her away. She returned home,
+     took the blanket from her bed, sold it for five shillings, and
+     offered this sum to the gardener. He repelled her with anger.
+     The Princess, overhearing the conversation and seeing the
+     woman's tears, said to her, "You have made a mistake, my good
+     woman. My father is a king; he does not sell, but gives." So
+     saying she plucked a bunch of the best grapes and placed them in
+     the happy woman's hands.
+
+
+=JANUARY 22ND.--Christ and Nicodemus.=
+
+_To read--St. John iii, 1-17. Golden Text--Ver. 16._
+
+Christ now in Jerusalem. Probably in retirement because Jews
+hostile. Picture Him with His new disciples in house in a back
+street on a windy night (ver. 8). A knock at the door. A Rabbi,
+member of the Sanhedrim (vii. 50), enters cautiously; he seeks to
+know more of this new teaching.
+
+I. =Regeneration of Man= (1-8). _The inquiry._ Nicodemus, a searcher
+after truth, comes to Christ the new Teacher, whom he acknowledges
+as sent from God, as testified by His miracles. What must he do?
+
+_The answer._ He must have a new birth, _i.e._ be changed into a
+spiritual state--be concerned with inner things of God. This change
+only wrought by work of Holy Spirit on soul, of which washing by
+water, as in baptism, is outward sign. How does the Spirit work?
+_Invisibly_--seen in effects, as wind on water. _Irresistibly_, its
+power being divine--as at Pentecost 3,000 converted (Acts ii. 41).
+But man's will must co-operate.
+
+II. =Lifting up of Christ= (9-15). _Effects of new birth._ The
+regenerate see the truth revealed desired long (St. Luke x. 24), and
+bear witness to others--as new converts after Stephen's death (Acts
+viii. 4).
+
+_Subject of the new teaching._ Christ Himself, His Person, Son of
+Man--the Perfect Man. His dwelling-place, heaven; not by ascending
+there, but as being His own eternal home.
+
+_Christ's lifting up._ On a cross--a sacrifice for sin, giving
+eternal life to those who believe, of which brazen serpent was a
+type (Num. xxi. 9).
+
+III. =Love of the Father= (16, 17). How shown? He gave, sent, spared
+not His Son (Rom. viii. 32). Why shown? That man may not die, but
+live eternally.
+
+=Lesson.= 1. The new birth. Am I changed?
+
+2. Christ lifted up for me. Am I saved?
+
+3. God's love. What am I giving in return?
+
+
+=A Great Change.=
+
+     Queen Victoria once paid a visit to a paper-mill. Among other
+     things she saw men picking out rags from the refuse of the
+     city, and was told that these rags would make the finest white
+     paper. After a few days her Majesty received a packet of the
+     most delicate white paper, having the Queen's likeness for the
+     water-mark, with the intimation that it was made from the dirty
+     rags she had noticed. So our lives, renewed by God's Spirit, can
+     be transformed and bear His likeness.
+
+
+=JANUARY 29TH.--Christ at Jacob's Well.=
+
+_To read--St. John iv. 5-15. Golden Text--Ver. 14._
+
+Christ leaves Jerusalem, travels north with His disciples, passes
+through Samaria, reaches Sychar, near Shechem. Rests at Jacob's well
+while disciples buy food in neighbouring town.
+
+I. =The Story= (5-9). _Time._ Noon by Hebrew reckoning, or 6 p.m. by
+Roman time.
+
+_Place._ Jacob's well. Bought by him (Gen. xxxiii. 19), burial-place
+of Joseph (Josh. xxiv. 32).
+
+_Persons._ Jesus and the woman. He wearied, but, ever ready to do
+His Father's work, opens conversation. Uses the water, thirst,
+spring, as illustrations of spiritual truths. He asks her for water.
+She is surprised, because of national hostility.
+
+II. =The Water of Life= (10-15). Christ tells of His power to give
+living water. She thinks He means deep spring water, and asks how it
+is to be obtained. He then explains His meaning: water--commonest
+and simplest of all liquids--emblem of gifts and graces of Holy
+Spirit.
+
+_Its source._ Gift of God alone. Offered freely to all (Isa. lv. 1).
+
+_Its necessity._ If any have not God's Spirit, they are not His
+(Rom. viii. 9).
+
+_Its nature._ Pure--from God's throne (Rev. xxii. 1).
+Refreshing--joy of salvation (Ps. li. 12). Healing (Rev. xxii. 2).
+Satisfying (Isa. lxi. 1). Unfailing--wells of salvation (Isa. xii.
+3).
+
+_Its results._ Everlasting life.
+
+III. =Lesson.= Drink of this living water which Christ offers to-day.
+
+
+=Living Water.=
+
+     The fountain of living waters is God Himself. It is not a mere
+     cistern to hold a little water; it is a running, living stream,
+     and a fountain that springs up perpetually. Now a fountain is
+     produced by the pressure of water coming down from a height, and
+     never rises higher than its source. Our spiritual life has its
+     source in heaven. It came from God, and to God it will return.
+
+
+=FEBRUARY 5TH.--The Nobleman's Son Healed.=
+
+_To read--St. John iv. 43-54. Golden Text--Ver. 53._
+
+Christ has passed through Samaria, returned to Cana. Now works first
+miracle of healing.
+
+I. =Faith Beginning= (43-47). _The father._ A courtier of Herod
+Antipas, King of Galilee. In trouble because of son's sickness.
+Hears of Jesus and His wonderful doings--will see if He can help
+him. Leaves his home to go and meet Jesus. Urgently entreats Him to
+come from Cana down to Capernaum on the Lake of Galilee to visit and
+relieve his dying son.
+
+II. =Faith Increasing= (48-50). Christ seems to hesitate--makes a
+difficulty. He wants strong faith. He sees father desires external
+signs, personal visit. Christ must have implicit faith. What does
+Christ do? Does not comply with the request nor refuse, but calmly
+tells him his son lives. The man believes, and returns home.
+
+=III. Faith Perfected= (51-54). Met by his servants on way back.
+They had noted the change for the better in the boy, hastened to
+meet the father and tell the good news. What does he ask? The
+time exactly agreed. So the father knew that Christ was more than
+man--that He was Lord of life and death--the true Son of God. No
+more doubts.
+
+=Lessons.= 1. Trouble leads to prayer and prayer to blessings.
+
+2. Belief in Christ brings peace and happiness.
+
+3. He is the same Lord to all them that believe.
+
+
+=Freemen of the Gospel.=
+
+     An old man once said that it took him forty years to learn three
+     simple things. The first was that he could not do anything to
+     save himself; the second was that God did not expect him to; and
+     the third was that Christ had done it all, and all he had to do
+     was to believe and be saved.
+
+
+=FEBRUARY 12TH.--Christ's Divine Authority.=
+
+_To read--St. John v. 17--27. Golden Text--John iv. 42._
+
+Christ has returned to Jerusalem to keep one of appointed feasts
+(ver. 1). There He healed a cripple at the Pool of Bethesda on the
+Sabbath, which caused the Jews to persecute Him for "breaking" or
+relaxing the Sabbath day. Christ answers them.
+
+I. =The Father's Work= (17, 18). God is Creator of world and Father
+of all. The Sabbath not a time for inaction. Does everything stop?
+Earth continues to revolve, winds blow, vegetation grows. Sabbath a
+rest for man from work by which livelihood gained, but also a day to
+be spent in works of mercy. Thus Christ works on with the Father.
+His claim to be equal with God angers the Jews.
+
+II. =The Son's Work= (19-23). Same as the Father's--does nothing by
+Himself. He shares the Father's counsels--loving bond of sympathy
+between them. Shares Father's work--giving life to dead (i. 4).
+Christ already done this when raised Jairus's little daughter (St.
+Matt. ix. 25). Also raised dead souls by forgiving sins and leading
+to new life. Example--sick of the palsy (St. Matt. ix. 2) and the
+woman who had sinned (St. Luke vii. 37, 47).
+
+Christ also appointed as the Judge (Acts xvii. 31). Therefore
+equally with Father claims honour from men. To dishonour Him is to
+dishonour God.
+
+III. =Man's Relation to Christ= (24-27). How can he obtain this new
+life? Must hear and accept Son's word, must believe the Father, Who
+speaks through the Son (xvii. 3; Heb i. 2). Then he passes from
+death in sin (Eph. ii. 1) to life in Christ (Col. iii. 3). This a
+present change. Old things passed--all become new. New faith, hope,
+love. New life for soul now, for body hereafter.
+
+=Lessons.= 1. It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath.
+
+2. If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature.
+
+
+=Full Salvation.=
+
+     Those who trust Christ do not trust Him to save only for a year
+     or two, but for ever. In going a long journey it is best to
+     take a ticket all the way through. Take your ticket for the New
+     Jerusalem, and not for a half-way house. The train will never
+     break down, and the track never be torn up. Trust Jesus Christ
+     to carry you through to glory, and He will do it.--REV. C. H.
+     SPURGEON.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: SHORT ARROWS
+
+Notes of Christian Life & Work.]
+
+SHORT ARROWS
+
+Notes of Christian Life & Work.
+
+
+"The Finding of the Saviour in the Temple."
+
+In response to the request of many of our readers, we give the
+following account of this great picture, a special reproduction
+of which (in colours and suitable for framing) was presented with
+our November number. With the idea of the picture in his mind, Mr.
+Holman Hunt went, in 1854, to Jerusalem to obtain local colour and
+models for the work. "Truth to Nature" being the principle of his
+art, he desired to get as near as possible to the probable aspect
+of the scene he was attempting to depict. The Temple he had to
+construct for himself, and this he did after studying Eastern, and
+especially ancient Jewish, architecture, the only part painted
+from an actual fact being the marble pavement. This he copied from
+the floor of the Mosque of Omar, which, according to tradition, is
+the only remaining portion of Herod's Temple. He experienced great
+difficulty in getting models for his figures, owing to the suspicion
+having arisen that he was a Christian missionary in disguise. By
+the end of eighteen months, however, he had painted in all the
+adult figures from actual models, and, returning to England, he
+managed, by the help of Mr. Mocatta, to get a boy from the Jewish
+community in the East-End of London to sit for the figure of Christ.
+Every detail of the picture has a symbolic interest. The rabbi
+on the left, clasping in his arms the _Torah_ or sacred roll of
+the Law, is blind and decrepit, and the other rabbis, with their
+phylacteries and scrolls, are all characteristic of the proud,
+self-righteous, sects to which they belonged. Joseph carries his own
+and Mary's shoes over his shoulders--even in their haste they had
+remembered the injunction to remove them when entering the house
+of the Lord--and Mary is clad in robes of grey and white, with a
+girdle fringed with orange-red, the colours of purity and sorrow.
+Christ wears a _kaftan_, striped with purple and blue, the colours
+of the royal house of David. He is pulling the buckle of the belt
+tighter--"girding up His loins"--and in spite of the "Wist ye not
+that I must be about My Father's business?" has one foot advanced
+in readiness to go with His earthly parents. Through the doorway
+the builders are still at work; they are hoisting into position the
+block which is to be "the chief corner-stone of the building."
+
+[Illustration: BLIND PETER AND HIS BRIDE.
+
+(_Photo: T. F. McFarlane, Crieff._)]
+
+[Illustration: St. Paul's Bennett St. Sunday School, Manchester
+Quiver Medalists March 1^{st.} 1898. ]
+
+
+Blind Peter and his Bride.
+
+In spite of his blindness, Peter was a very happy man. A young
+girl, brought up in the American Presbyterian School in Pekin,
+emphatically declared that he was the best, the cleverest, and
+the best-looking of six candidates for her hand. She enjoyed the
+unheard-of privilege of choosing her husband, and, as her relations
+approved the selection, settlements were at once arranged. Her hair
+was cut in a fringe, which in China marks an engaged maiden; the
+contract was drawn up on a sheet of lucky scarlet paper, and Peter
+undertook to make a regular allowance to his mother-in-law. Neither
+the bride nor Peter's relations ever had occasion to regret their
+decision. He was one of the earliest pupils in the School for the
+Blind established in Pekin in 1879. As a boy of twelve years old, he
+was led to the door by his brother aged fourteen. They were orphans,
+and on their first begging tour, and the elder said that he could
+support himself by work, but could not gain sufficient food for two
+without begging. The blind boy was admitted, and he quickly gained a
+high character. Within two years he was the ablest and best teacher
+of the blind in Pekin, and he had knowledge and influence which
+might be the means of bringing light and understanding to untold
+numbers groping in darkness of mind and body. It is calculated
+that the blind in China number at least 500,000, and they have
+the character of being amongst the most depraved of beggars. Miss
+Gordon-Cumming tells the story of blind Peter in her new book, "The
+Inventor of the Numeral Type for China." The Chinese Dictionary
+contains from 30,000 to 40,000 characters. It is true that to read
+a book so sublimely simple as the Bible it is sufficient to learn
+4,000; but the length of this task deters the majority of people
+from the attempt. Mr. W. H. Murray found it possible to reduce the
+distinct tones of Mandarin Chinese (used in four-fifths of the
+Empire) to 408, and to represent them in numerals, embossed in dots
+according to Braille's system. Miss Gordon-Cumming devotes several
+pages to explaining the invention and the means by which it has been
+carried into good effect. The result is that blind men and women
+have not only been raised from demoralised beggary, but have become
+teachers of others afflicted like themselves, and in some cases of
+the sighted illiterate or deaf and dumb.
+
+
+A Notable Group.
+
+In the course of our last volume we had occasion to refer several
+times to the remarkable Sunday-school in Manchester which contains
+no less than forty-five teachers, all of whom have served for over
+twenty years as active officers of the school. This discovery
+was made in connection with our Roll of Honour for Sunday-school
+Workers, and each of the forty-five was awarded THE QUIVER medal.
+These teachers have since associated themselves in a photographic
+group, the result of which we reproduce on the opposite page. It
+forms an interesting and unique memento of an interesting and unique
+school.
+
+
+A Quiver Hero.
+
+The latest addition to the Roll of Quiver Heroes and Heroines is
+Captain James Hood, of the London tug _Simla_, who, on October
+17th last, was by his self-sacrificing courage and presence of
+mind instrumental in saving twelve members of the crew of the
+_Blengfell_ off Margate. The circumstances attending the conspicuous
+act of Captain Hood are probably still fresh in the minds of
+all our readers, and it is only necessary to recall that on the
+day in question his tug was in attendance on the naphtha ship
+_Blengfell_, when the latter vessel was suddenly rent in two by
+a terrific explosion, which resulted in the sudden death of the
+captain of the doomed ship, his wife and child, and six other
+persons. Hood immediately saw that the only way to save the men left
+on the wreck and those struggling in the sea was to steam right
+alongside the burning ship, there being no time to lower boats.
+This he courageously did in the face of several minor explosions,
+and knowing full well that at any moment the remaining barrels of
+naphtha might ignite and blow his vessel to pieces. Fortunately he
+was successful in rescuing the survivors, and was able to steam
+away in safety from the burning ship. Our readers will undoubtedly
+endorse our opinion that Captain Hood has nobly earned the Silver
+Medal of THE QUIVER Heroes Fund, which it has been our pleasure to
+hand to him.
+
+[Illustration: CAPTAIN HOOD. (_The latest Quiver Hero._)
+
+(_Photo: W. Bartier, Poplar, E._)]
+
+
+Unusual Diffidence.
+
+An able public man known to the writer was asked the other day to
+speak at a conference upon one of the subjects to be debated. He
+replied that he could not do so, as he did not know much about the
+question and had not time to study it in all its bearings. How much
+shorter and more profitable would speeches and sermons be if those
+who deliver them were as conscientious as our friend! But "fools
+rush in where angels fear to tread," and speak loud and long out of
+the abundance of their ignorance. When a man has only one idea, has
+seen only one side of a thing, knows only a limited number of words,
+and is in possession of good lungs, there is no reason why he should
+ever stop speaking.
+
+
+Distributing Mansion House Money.
+
+Four great famines in India have marked the reign of Queen
+Victoria--each more widespread than the last, but each successively
+occasioning less loss of life. It was in the famine of 1868-69
+that Lord Lawrence initiated, as a working principle for the
+Administration, a sense of personal responsibility for every life
+lost. In the last, that of 1896-97, the scarcity extended from
+the Punjab to Cape Comorin, but the skill in checking starvation
+was greater than in the preceding one of 1877, and the number of
+sufferers relieved exceeded three millions. Whilst many of India's
+sons gazed up at the cloudless sky with the calm desperation of
+fatalists, the Government and missionaries fought side by side to
+repel hunger and death. England subscribed £550,000 through the
+Mansion House Relief Fund alone. The scourge fell most heavily on
+the Central Provinces, and the paternal Government had not only to
+deal with present necessity, but to provide for the future. Our
+illustration is copied from a photograph of a scene in Central
+India. An English Government servant sits at a table covered with
+money from the Mansion House Fund, and he is granting fifteen rupees
+to a cultivator for seed rice. A crowd of applicants for similar
+relief surround him.
+
+[Illustration: DISTRIBUTING MANSION HOUSE MONEY IN INDIA.
+
+(_Photo: Rev. A. Logsdail_)]
+
+
+For Old and Young.
+
+By a curious coincidence two of the various works which call for
+notice this month are by present contributors to our own pages, and
+two are by future contributors. It is unnecessary to deal with the
+former at length--even if space permitted--and it is sufficient
+to state that Dr. Joseph Parker's second volume of his series of
+"Studies in Texts" (Horace Marshall and Son) is as full of pregnant
+and forceful thoughts as its predecessor; whilst in "Love to the
+Uttermost" (Morgan and Scott) our old friend, the Rev. F. B. Meyer,
+has tenderly and reverently expounded the principal incidents and
+texts contained in the latter portion of the Gospel of the disciple
+"whom Jesus loved."--From Mr. Elliott Stock comes a small volume
+of "Addresses to all Sorts and Conditions of Men," which have been
+delivered at various times and in various places by Archdeacon
+Madden, who is well known as an earnest and gifted preacher to
+young men, and we can but hope that these outspoken truths may,
+in their more permanent form, be the means of much lasting good.
+We hope shortly to introduce Archdeacon Madden more directly to
+our readers by means of our own pages, and also Dr. R. F. Horton,
+who is responsible for "The Commandments of Jesus," which has just
+reached us from Messrs. Isbister. It should be emphasised at once
+that the book does not deal with the commandments given to Moses,
+but with the commandments delivered by our Lord whilst on earth. Dr.
+Horton claims that a careful study of these will prove that they
+form "a sufficient, authoritative, and exact rule of life" at the
+present day, and he has ably upheld and explained what he so happily
+terms "the eternal code of Jesus."--To turn from theological
+to lighter works, we are pleased to draw attention to Mr. S. H.
+Hamer's "Whys and Other Whys" (Cassell and Co.), which would form
+an admirable present for little people. The author tells a number
+of humorous stories of "Curious Creatures and their Tales," which
+will amuse and delight the children, whilst the many quaint and
+clever illustrations by Mr. Neilson combine to make this one of the
+best gift-books of the season.--For the little ones and also to
+"children of a larger growth" we can heartily commend Mrs. Orman
+Cooper's life of "John Bunyan, the Glorious Dreamer" (Sunday School
+Union), which is written from an extensive knowledge of the subject
+(gained principally from many years' residence in Bedford), and is
+also copiously illustrated.--We have also to acknowledge the receipt
+of "Rabbi Sanderson" (Hodder and Stoughton) by Ian Maclaren, which
+forms a companion to his former short story, "A Doctor of the Old
+School," though we feel it is not so brilliant as the latter; of
+"Neil Macleod" (same publishers), an interesting and well-written
+story of literary life in London; and also of "Silver Tongues"
+(Morgan and Scott), which consists of a series of talks to the
+young by the Rev. John Mitchell, based on simple objects of common
+knowledge, such as a leaf, a thimble, flowers, etc., and enriched by
+many appropriate lessons.
+
+
+Four Anchors from the Stern.
+
+These anchors, our Revised Version tells us, the sailors "let go"
+on St. Paul's disastrous voyage towards Rome, "fearing lest haply
+we should be cast ashore on rocky ground." There is many a reef of
+rocks which threatens a young man or woman's barque, as it is pushed
+off across the waters of life's ocean; and, at the close of this
+century, one such reef is certainly the neglect and desecration
+of the Sabbath. It is difficult, perhaps undesirable, to lay down
+minute rules upon a subject concerning the details of which good
+folks conscientiously differ; but, in days when the social trend
+is distinctly towards laxity, there are four main principles which
+must be binding on all who acknowledge the New Testament as the
+supreme law of life. Little, comparatively, is said there about the
+observance of the first day of the week, but that little is very
+helpful and suggestive. (1) Sunday should be a day of joy. It was
+"with great joy" that the holy women returned from the sepulchre
+after the resurrection. Let us try and make Sunday bright and
+happy, especially to children and to the poor. (2) Sunday must
+be a day of worship. The disciples were wont to meet together to
+break bread in remembrance of their Master, and (Acts xx. 7) to
+hear a sermon. (3) Sunday must be a day of generosity and kindness.
+The apostle specially enjoins that each one should "lay by him in
+store, as he may prosper." The spirit of this command must forbid
+selfish entertainments and recreations, which impose extra toil on
+hard-worked servants. (4) Sunday should be a day of rest, and (to
+some extent, at least), of holy contemplation. St. John the Divine
+at Patmos was "in the spirit on the Lord's Day," when he saw the
+vision of the New Jerusalem. Sundays upon earth are a preparation
+for "the Sabbaths of Eternity." Neglect and desecration are "rocks
+ahead." Young men and maidens who fare forth into the world, and are
+apt to be driven rockward by the powerful and dangerous currents of
+public opinion, will find that these four stout scriptural anchors
+will hold their craft secure and fast.
+
+
+Crowns of Thorns and Crowns of Righteousness.
+
+A man called upon President Lincoln, introduced himself as one of
+his best friends, and asked for a Government post, then vacant, on
+the ground that it was solely through the applicant's exertions that
+he was elected to the Presidency. "Oh, indeed," said Lincoln; "then
+I now look upon the man who, of all men, has crowned my existence
+with a crown of thorns. No post for you in my gift, I assure you.
+I wish you good-morning." Thus it is that, when we obtain them, we
+care nothing about things that once were objects of our ambition. It
+will not be so with the never-fading crowns of righteousness that
+are the rewards of another and happier world.
+
+[Illustration: MISS HARRISON.
+(_The veteran Leicester Sunday-school teacher._)
+
+(_Photo: A. Pickering, Leicester._)]
+
+
+The Leicester Silver Medallist.
+
+Many of our readers will be pleased to see the accompanying
+portrait of Miss Anne Harrison, the veteran Sunday-school teacher
+of Leicestershire, who was recently awarded the Silver Medal and
+Presentation Bible for the longest known period of service in that
+county. Fifty-eight years ago Miss Harrison commenced work in
+the Sunday-school attached to the Baptist Chapel in Harvey Lane,
+Leicester, and is still to be found at her post Sunday after Sunday,
+devoting all her energies to the cause which is so near her heart,
+and which she has so faithfully served for over half a century.
+
+
+=ROLL OF HONOUR FOR SUNDAY-SCHOOL WORKERS.=
+
+The =Special Silver Medal= and =Presentation Bible= offered for
+the longest known Sunday-school service in the county of =Sussex=
+(for which applications were invited up to November 30th) have been
+gained by
+
+  MR. CHARLES WATTS,
+  14, Western Road, Hove,
+
+who has distinguished himself by =fifty-one= years' service in the
+county, forty-nine of which were spent in Christ Church Sunday
+School, Montpelier Road, Brighton.
+
+As already announced, the next territorial county for which claims
+are invited for the Silver Medal is
+
+  =WILTSHIRE=,
+
+and applications, on the special form, must be received on or before
+December 31st, 1898. We may add that =Durham= is the following
+county selected, the date-limit for claims in that case being
+January 31st, 1899. This county, in its turn, will be followed by
+=Devonshire=, for which the date will be one month later--viz.
+February 31st, 1899.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_Erratum._--Susan Hammond, the Essex County Medallist, was
+inadvertently described in our November number as Miss Hammond
+instead of Mrs. Hammond.
+
+
+=THE QUIVER FUNDS.=
+
+The following is a list of contributions received from November 1st
+up to and including November 30th, 1898. Subscriptions received
+after this date will be acknowledged next month:--
+
+For ="The Quiver" Christmas Stocking Fund=: Jessie B., Clerkenwell,
+2s. 6d.; A School Girl, Stockport, 3s.; A. Newport, Dorchester,
+1s.; L. Holland, Crouch End, 2s.; C. D., Bradford-on-Avon, 2s.; A
+Sunday Scholar, 1s.; M. T., 3s.; E. E., Newmarket, 3s.; B. Burston,
+Moreland Court, 1s.; A Few Friends at Hazelwood, 5s.; F. S. T.,
+1s.; R. S., Crouch End, 5s.; E. M. Ellis, Derby, 1s.; Mrs. S.,
+Newport, 5s.; Mrs. J. Cunningham, West Kensington, 5s.; E. Baylis,
+Woldingham, 10s.; Violet, 2s.; H. D., 10s.; G. S. Andrews, 3s.;
+A Reader, 2s.; E. R. Boys, Warlingham, 3s.; M. A., Kilburn, 1s.;
+Sympathy, 1s. 6d.; Mrs. Anderson, 1s.; Anon., Croydon, 2s. 2d.; M.,
+Horsham, 5s.; S. L. G., Camberwell, 5s.; Anon., East Grinstead,
+10s.; Anon., Dublin, 1s.; W. Dellar, 1s.; Little Florrie, Brighton,
+2s.
+
+For "_The Quiver_" _Waifs' Fund_: J. J. E. (132nd donation), 5s.;
+A Glasgow Mother (102nd donation), 1s.; S. A., Newport, 10s.; A
+Swansea Mother, 5s.
+
+For _Dr. Barnardo's Homes_: An Irish Girl, 6s. 6d.; E. E.,
+Newmarket, 2s.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Editor is always pleased to receive and forward to the
+institutions concerned the donations of any of his readers who wish
+to help the movements referred to in the pages of THE QUIVER. All
+contributions of one shilling and upwards will be acknowledged.
+
+[Illustration: decorative]
+
+
+
+
+THE QUIVER BIBLE CLASS.
+
+(BASED ON THE INTERNATIONAL SCRIPTURE LESSONS.)
+
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+25. Why was the place where our Lord performed His first miracle
+called Cana of Galilee?
+
+26. Why was such a large quantity of water provided at Jewish feasts?
+
+27. How many disciples were with Jesus at the marriage in Cana of
+Galilee?
+
+28. What proof have we that Nicodemus was a member of the Sanhedrim
+or great council of the Jews?
+
+29. In what words does our Lord refer to His crucifixion while
+speaking to Nicodemus?
+
+30. What was the piece of land which Jacob gave to his son Joseph?
+
+31. In what way could the woman of Samaria speak of Jacob as "our
+father"?
+
+32. How did the Samaritans show their belief in Jesus as the
+Redeemer of all mankind?
+
+33. In what way did our Lord manifest His Divine power to the
+nobleman of Capernaum?
+
+34. At what celebrated place in Jerusalem did our Lord heal a man
+who had been ill for thirty-eight years?
+
+35. Quote words in which Jesus speaks of Himself as the Judge of the
+quick and dead.
+
+36. Why was it that when our Lord said to the Jews "My Father
+worketh hitherto, and I work," they sought to kill Him?
+
+
+ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ON PAGE 192.
+
+13. He broke the most solemn oath which he had made to the King of
+Babylon (2 Chron. xxxvi. 13).
+
+14. His eyes were burned out, and he was taken prisoner to Babylon
+(Jer. lii. 11).
+
+15. The prophecy of Ezekiel, who foretold that Zedekiah should die
+at Babylon, but should not see it (Ezek. xii. 13).
+
+16. He says the revelation of the Old Testament was given at various
+times, and in many different ways, but the Gospel was revealed to
+mankind by the Son of God Himself (Heb. i. 1, 2).
+
+17. "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister
+for them who shall be heirs of salvation?" (Heb. i. 14).
+
+18. It declares the divinity of Christ and records the deeper
+spiritual truths of His teaching (St. John i. 1-14, and xx. 31).
+
+19. "The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us" (St. John i. 14).
+
+20. "Behold, I will send My messenger, and he shall prepare the way
+before Me" (Malachi iii. 1, and iv. 5).
+
+21. "For thou art an holy people unto the Lord thy God; the Lord thy
+God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto Himself" (Deut.
+vii. 6; St. John i. 11).
+
+22. When his brother, St. Philip, tried to bring him to see Jesus,
+he said, "We have found Him, of whom Moses in the law, and the
+prophets, did write" (St. John i. 45).
+
+23. Jesus said unto him, "Before that Phillip called thee, when thou
+wast under the fig tree, I saw thee" (St. John i. 48).
+
+24. As Jesus passed by St. John said, "Behold the Lamb of God!" (St.
+John i. 36).
+
+
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+<h1>The Quiver 12/1899</h1>
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/i-002.jpg" width="430" height="600" alt="Heirloom" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE HEIRLOOM<br />
+
+<em>From the Drawing by</em> <span class="smcap">M. L. Gow, R.I.</span></p></div>
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+
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+<hr class="tb" />
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+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
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+
+
+<h2>A DAY IN DAMASCUS.</h2>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-003.jpg" alt="I" width="76" height="100" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">I t was only just over a
+fortnight since we
+left England&mdash;according
+to the calendar,
+that is to say; but
+that way of reckoning
+time seems to me as
+misleading as the
+common method of
+£ s. d. in computing
+alms. Two days' weary
+railway travel to Marseilles
+after crossing the Channel, two days of
+smooth sailing to the Straits of Messina, then
+two of tossing "in Adria," till we ran under
+the lee of Crete; one spent in plunging along
+its southern shores, followed by a bright, warm
+day which brought us to the coast of Egypt
+(only to learn that if we entered the longed-for
+haven of Alexandria we should be subject
+to five days' quarantine at our next
+port); a tiresome day's run across this most
+choppy corner of the Mediterranean to
+Jaffa, and a landing there through the
+surf on a glorious morning, which made
+up for everything, and plunged us straight
+into the midst of Eastern life, with all its
+warmth of colouring to eye and ear; three
+hours' run by rail to Jerusalem, and five
+days there and thereabouts, almost bewildering
+us with a constant succession of scenes
+half-novel and half-familiar; another railway
+journey back to Jaffa, a pleasant run along
+the coast of Palestine to Beirut, and a day
+spent there. All this lay between England
+and Beirut as we finished an early breakfast
+on a February morning, and drove to the
+railway station through the busy streets of
+Beirut, full of picturesque life, and yet
+much more European than those of other
+Syrian towns. Our driver stopped on the
+way, somewhat to our amusement, to light
+his cigarette from a friend's!</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i-003a.jpg" width="400" height="295" alt="Wall" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">WALL FROM WHICH ST. PAUL ESCAPED, DAMASCUS.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: Bonfils.</em>)
+</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>This railway line is a new one, due to
+French enterprise, and was opened in
+August, 1895. The Lebanon district owes
+much to the French. We were a party of
+seventy, and had chartered a special train.
+The distance is only about ninety miles; it
+seemed almost impossible that the journey
+should take nine hours, as we were told;
+but there are more than a score of stations,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span>
+and at each one the train (even a special)
+stops for several minutes&mdash;by order of the
+Government, we heard. And, more than
+that, the line passes right over Libanus
+and Anti-Libanus, reaching a point some
+5,000 feet up, where the coast of Cyprus
+comes in sight over the blue waters of the
+Mediterranean; while, as one journeys east,
+the snowy top of Hermon stands out against
+the sky away to the south. A system of cogs
+and several reversings of the engine carried
+us high into the mountains in a very short
+time. Beirut was left far below, and we
+were among the snows, glad of the rugs and
+thick overcoats which wisdom (not our own)
+had advised us to bring; glad, too, by mid-day
+of the lunch we had brought with us.
+Even in the midst of the grandest scenery
+we were vulgarly hungry, and rather sleepy
+when we felt the rare atmosphere. After a
+time, the scene changed: we were in CÅ“le-Syria,
+among mulberries and vineyards, from
+which comes Lebanon wine. Here and there
+were mud villages, with picturesque groups
+of natives and cattle. We were the first
+large English party to pass over the line;
+and at one station a red-robed Syrian, who
+had served in a London milliner's years ago,
+asked eagerly for an English newspaper, to
+know what was going on in Constantinople!
+He got one from us about a fortnight old;
+we had none later. Elsewhere the natives
+were wondrously pleased to see some of our
+party playing at leapfrog during the stops.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i-004.jpg" width="400" height="322" alt="Detail" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">DETAIL OF THE CARVED WORK IN A JEWISH HOUSE.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Bonfils.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Over the hills the <em>diligence</em> road runs
+for the most part near the railway, and here
+and there we saw strings of mules winding
+along above us. We passed Anti-Libanus
+at an altitude of 4,000 feet above the sea,
+and at Zebdany entered the valley of the
+Barada (the ancient Abana), which we
+followed the remaining twenty-four miles to
+Damascus. Here and there are short tunnels
+or cuttings, and almost everywhere splendid
+cliffs, sometimes cavernous, and rich valleys
+with orchards and olive-trees.</p>
+
+<p>About nightfall we ran into Damascus,
+and were driven to the Hotel Besraoui: we
+were getting used by this time to the apparently
+reckless manners of the Oriental driver.
+There are large barracks close to the station:
+the Government put them up when the railway
+was made, as a measure of political
+prudence. At Zahleh, the half-way station,
+whence runs the road to Baalbek, we had
+seen trucks full of Turkish soldiers returning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span>
+from the Haurân, where the Druses had
+been giving trouble; in fact, the first train
+chartered for our party at Beirut was
+taken for military purposes by the Government
+officials, so we understood, leaving us
+to wait till the next morning! And now
+we found troops bivouacked along the road
+by which we left the station for our hotel.
+They are good soldiers, these Turks, and not
+bad fellows, from what I have heard; but
+unpaid, unclad, unfed, many of them, we
+were told, had died under their hardships.</p>
+
+<p>Arrived at the hotel, we passed through
+the entrance hall into an open central court,
+where a fountain was playing in the midst
+of leafy trees. By the stairs and balconies surrounding
+it we mounted
+to our bedrooms. The
+hotel was a new and a
+large one, but the almost
+unexpected incursion of a
+party of seventy taxed the
+resources of the kitchen
+somewhat heavily. It
+was not till breakfast-time,
+however, that this
+appeared: the Damascenes
+had evidently thought it
+a good opportunity to get
+rid of stores of eggs which
+had passed the first bloom
+of freshness. But there
+was no other ground of
+complaint. A large staff
+of native waiters had been
+drafted in to attend us in
+the large chilly dining
+saloon&mdash;for we were out
+of "the season." Before
+leaving the dinner-table
+we were warned that if
+anyone ventured into the
+streets he must, by law,
+carry a lantern; but that,
+as the city was full of
+soldiers, and a good deal
+of excitement prevailed&mdash;a
+number of Druse
+prisoners being expected&mdash;we
+had better stay
+indoors. There was not
+much temptation to do
+otherwise after a weary
+day's travel beyond stepping
+into the street to
+look up at the brilliant
+stars sparkling in the cold
+night, as they must have
+done to the eyes of patriarchs
+and perhaps of
+Magi, of Naaman and of Omar. And in the
+drawing-room there had actually been lighted
+a real fire&mdash;a rare luxury in Syria and Palestine.
+Of course, one must send some postcards
+to friends at home&mdash;it is not every
+day you can date a letter from Damascus&mdash;and
+there is always a diary waiting to be
+"written up"; but it was not long before
+we drifted bedwards, to sleep for the first
+time in perhaps the most ancient city in
+the world.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-005.jpg" width="350" height="498" alt="Straight" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE STREET CALLED "STRAIGHT."</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: Bonfils.</em>)<br />
+</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Bright and early next morning we were
+at breakfast, and then scattered in groups
+to walk or drive about the city and its
+suburbs. It was still cold, and the natives
+needed the heat of the sun to "expand"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span>
+them; but it was pleasant to drive along
+the banks of the Abana, which flows through
+the city, and feel that one was on the extreme
+verge of modern civilisation. Entering
+"the street which is called Straight," which
+traverses Damascus from west to east, we
+drove slowly along, noticing the busy, prosperous
+look of the city. There were not the
+crowds of beggars and pilgrims to be seen
+in some quarters of Jerusalem. Above us
+were latticed windows, like those through
+which, elsewhere, the mother of Sisera once
+looked; and we saw bronze-work in progress,
+and great hanks of unspun silk, representing
+two of the staple trades of Damascus.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-006.jpg" width="450" height="359" alt="Damascus" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">VIEW OF DAMASCUS FROM THE FORTRESS.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Bonfils.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>We visited two houses, the first that of
+Shemaiah, a wealthy banker, who was ruined
+by lending money to the Turkish Government.
+We noticed imitations of living birds
+among the beautiful carved work on the
+walls of the magnificent room into which
+we were conducted. The house is a typical
+Eastern mansion, but it is now unoccupied.
+Our second visit, through a narrow and
+not very clean alley in the Christian
+Quarter, was to the traditional "House of
+Ananias." Oblivious of the historic record
+that St. Paul lodged in the house of Judas,
+in the street called Straight, and was visited
+there by Ananias, local tradition shows the
+cave in which the meeting took place in
+Ananias' house! We have to be satisfied,
+as in the case of many traditional sacred
+sites, with the reflection, "It was somewhere
+near here"; but as we continued our drive
+through "Straight" Street we read St. Luke's
+account of that journey to Damascus, and
+the events which were the means of changing
+the pupil of Gamaliel into the Apostle
+of the Gentiles. We were reminded of him
+again as we passed out of the triple East
+Gate. Its central arch is now built up, as
+well as one of the side ones; but by this,
+quite possibly, Saul was actually led in
+his blindness into the city. Not far away
+is pointed out the window by which he was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">&nbsp;</a><br /><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span>
+let down. The house is in reality a modern
+one, but there are many examples round us
+of the kind of place in the "houses on the
+wall," which seem quite a feature of the
+city.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-007.jpg" width="600" height="446" alt="Market" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE MARKET, DAMASCUS.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: Bonfils.</em>)
+</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>But Damascus has other associations, and
+we have to visit "the house of Naaman,"
+not many yards away. The traditional site
+is now suitably occupied by a leper hospital;
+and about its gateway we can see unhappy
+creatures in various stages of this living
+death. As we drove away, we read the
+story of Naaman, and opportunely noticed,
+if not a mule, at least an ass, with a
+"burden of earth," illustrating the Syrian's
+request for material to build an altar to
+Jehovah.</p>
+
+<p>Pursuing our way through the suburbs,
+we found the roads more and more thronged
+with a motley Eastern crowd. It was Friday,
+the Mahometan Sabbath, which is, to some
+extent, a festal day; and, further, 600 Druse
+prisoners were rumoured to be coming in,
+and house-tops as well as streets were
+occupied by would-be spectators.</p>
+
+<p>A considerable force of troops, armed
+<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cap-à-pie</i> for active service, passed us, probably
+on the way to the Haurân; and what
+with them, and the camels, and the crowds,
+our drivers thought it well to turn back,
+instead of going any further&mdash;as, I think,
+was proposed to do&mdash;in the direction of
+the traditional site of St. Paul's conversion.
+So, returning through the city by a
+different route, we drove, past the Abana
+once more, to the heights of Salahiyeh away
+to the north-west. From thence there is a
+fine view of the "Pearl of the East," which
+lies, as is sometimes said, "like a spoon in
+the salad," the handle being the long
+straggling suburb which has grown up along
+the line of march by which Mecca pilgrims
+leave the city year by year. The resemblance
+was less striking to us than it
+would have been a month or two later,
+when the leafy springtime had clothed in
+green the broad expanse of trees, spreading
+around the minarets and domes and flat-roofed
+houses of the city. Snow-capped
+Hermon stood out quite clear to the west;
+and towards the east were pointed out the
+Meadow lakes, in which the "rivers of
+Damascus" lose themselves; and we knew&mdash;if
+we could not clearly see&mdash;that, beyond
+the limits of the oasis of which the city is
+the centre, the wide desert stretched away
+several weary days' ride to Palmyra. The
+site of St. Paul's conversion was pointed out
+in the distance; and, nearer at hand, the
+new barracks, and in the city itself, the
+ruins of the Great Mosque, once the glory
+of Damascus, destroyed by fire a few years
+ago.</p>
+
+<p>From some such point as this Mahomet
+gazed upon this "earthly paradise," fair
+indeed to eyes accustomed to the dreary
+desert; and, declaring that man could not
+have his heaven both here and hereafter,
+refused to enter the city. By the time we
+were in our hotel once more, it was the
+hour for lunch; and, that over, a party
+sallied forth on foot to visit the Bazaars.
+All the Western associations of this word
+must be banished from the mind, before one
+can call up a picture of the thing as it is
+in Cairo or Jerusalem, or, most picturesque
+of all, in Damascus. The "streets," which
+Ahab won the Israelites the privilege of
+making in this city, were, I suppose, nothing
+else than bazaars. According to time-honoured
+custom, we have here a classification
+by trades: silversmiths, leather-merchants,
+silk-merchants, brass-workers,
+shoemakers, sellers of "Turkish delight,"
+and other sweets, vendors of inlaid work
+and so on, all have their well-known places.
+Lofty arcades cover some of the rows of
+little open shops, with no door but a net,
+drawn across the front during its owner's
+absence. The shopkeepers themselves seem
+to come out of the "Arabian Nights"; so
+does the stream of passengers on foot or
+horseback, or with mules or donkeys, or
+even in carriages, passing through these
+busy scenes of traffic. On our way thither,
+we stopped for a moment to admire the
+"Plane-tree of Omar," the growth, according
+to tradition, of the staff which the prophet's
+brother planted here. It is a grand old
+tree.</p>
+
+<p>Our dragoman undertook to do our
+shopping for us, but the sad experience
+we gained suggested (to say the least of it)
+that in such cases there is an understanding
+between him and the dealers not always
+to the advantage of the buyer.</p>
+
+<p>As to the Eastern method of trade, it
+is, more or less, the same everywhere, with
+few exceptions. You ask the price of the
+article; the shopman names a figure at least
+twice its value; you turn away, but, relenting,
+offer him a fraction of what he asks;
+he shrugs his shoulders, raises his eyebrows,
+and probably extends his hands, intimating
+that he would be ruined; you turn away
+again; he follows you; you express utter
+indifference, but, at length, repeat your
+offer, and, when this haggling has gone on
+long enough, carry off your purchase for the
+nearest approach you can get to its real<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span>
+value. I have heard of a bargain going on
+for a week! What between ignorance of
+the language, ignorance of the coinage, and
+ignorance of the value of the article, shopping
+in Damascus is venturesome work for
+travellers. With such
+purchases as we had
+secured, we wended
+our way homeward.</p>
+
+<p>Some of our party
+invited friends engaged
+in missionary
+work in the city to
+dine with us, and
+from them we
+gathered many interesting
+scraps of
+information about
+the life and work of
+British missionaries
+under the Turkish
+flag. As to political
+events, even in their
+immediate neighbourhood,
+our friends
+told us they knew
+less than folks at
+home, and had to
+wait for the London
+papers to know the
+facts. As regarded
+personal danger, they
+went quietly on with
+their work, and the
+recent storm seemed
+to have pretty well
+blown over.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner the
+entrance-hall was
+full of merchants,
+eager to dispose of
+their wares&mdash;silver
+and silk, antiques,
+such as daggers and
+swords, and so on.
+I think they drove
+a pretty brisk trade.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-009.jpg" width="350" height="413" alt="Consul House" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">INTERIOR OF THE ENGLISH CONSUL'S HOUSE AT DAMASCUS.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: Bonfils.</em>)
+</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The open court soon presented another
+attraction. We were favoured there with
+two exhibitions of Damascene physical
+prowess. A pair of wrestlers, after baring
+themselves to the waist and greasing their
+bodies plentifully enough to suit Homer
+himself, displayed their skill to their own
+satisfaction; and a pair of doughty swordsmen
+engaged in a desperate combat, in which
+shouting and stamping seemed to bear an
+important part. They were certainly very
+careful not to hurt each other, only delivering
+in turn careful blows to be parried by
+the opponent's little shield, and then spinning
+round with the force of the blow to begin
+a new series of feints and shoutings and
+stamping. It was not a thrilling spectacle,
+though, of course, the surroundings gave it
+a certain interest. So our day in Damascus
+drew to its close, and we must be ready for
+an early start to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p>A glorious morning saw us betimes at
+the railway station, where some of our
+friends from home came to see us off.
+About nine the train steamed away; up
+the valley, over the mountains, into the
+clouds and the snow, till the blue waves
+of the Mediterranean came in sight once
+more; then down, down, down the steep
+descent, till we ran just ere nightfall into
+Beirut.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-010.jpg" width="450" height="92" alt="Title" />
+
+</div>
+
+<h2>GREAT ANNIVERSARIES</h2>
+
+<h3><em>IN JANUARY.</em></h3>
+
+<p class="center">By the Rev. A. R. Buckland, M.A., Morning Preacher at the Foundling Hospital.</p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-010a.jpg" width="200" height="240" alt="Gordon" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">GENERAL GORDON</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The month
+of January
+brings
+around one
+anniversary
+which, of late,
+has been much
+in the minds
+of the British
+people. On
+January 26th,
+1885, General
+Gordon was
+slain at Khartoum. Born
+at Woolwich
+in 1833, he had
+seen an extraordinary
+variety of service when he was sent
+to withdraw the garrisons shut up in the
+Soudan. It is needless to recall the circumstances
+of his gallant resistance in Khartoum,
+and of
+the noble
+valour
+shown in
+the unsuccessful
+endeavour
+to relieve
+him. The
+annals of
+the Empire
+can
+present to
+us men
+whose careers
+have
+been no
+less varied
+than that
+of Gordon,
+and
+soldiers
+whose
+piety has
+been as
+deep. Yet
+few of
+them have
+ever touched the public imagination as did
+the man who faced his death at Khartoum
+fourteen years ago.</p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-010b.jpg" width="200" height="326" alt="Monument" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">FOX'S MONUMENT IN THE
+ABBEY.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: York and Son, Notting Hill, W.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The anniversaries of December brought
+together two rival statesmen of the first
+rank; so do the anniversaries of this present
+month. On January 24th, 1749, Charles
+James Fox was born. On January 23rd, 1806,
+his rival, William Pitt, died. They passed
+away within a few months of each other,
+and lie together in Westminster Abbey, hard
+by the scene of their many struggles.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-010c.jpg" width="200" height="256" alt="William" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">WILLIAM
+CHILLINGWORTH.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>To the month of January belongs Francis
+Bacon, who was
+born on the
+22nd. Posterity
+finds it an unpleasant
+task
+to join in the
+same thoughts
+the man who
+deserted his
+friends in the
+hour of their
+need, and used
+the highest
+office for the
+base ends of
+personal and
+financial aggrandisement,
+and the man
+who wrote the
+"Advancement of Learning" and the "Novum
+Organum." But Francis Bacon is not the
+only person whose practice has not always
+squared with the principles he taught to
+others. He died at Highgate in 1626.</p>
+
+<p>To the same month belongs another
+philosopher, George Berkeley, Bishop of
+Cloyne. Born in 1685, he is remembered
+mainly for the system of philosophy associated
+with his name, which treats the exterior
+material world as existing only in the mind.
+Few now think of him as one of the first
+to feel deeply interested in the spiritual
+necessities of the heathen. He was the
+originator of a project for converting the
+savages of America through the agency of a
+college to be established at Bermuda.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The Bible only is the religion of Protestants."
+The author of this oft-quoted and
+often misinterpreted saying was William
+Chillingworth, who died on January 30th,
+1644. The sentence comes from his chief
+work, "The Religion of Protestants a Safe
+Way to Salvation." Chillingworth, who was
+born in 1602, and educated at Oxford, fell
+under the influence of Fisher, Laud's great
+opponent in the controversy with Rome,
+and was received into the Roman Church.
+But his mind was soon unsettled again, and
+Laud, his godfather, brought him back once
+more to the Church of England. He returned
+to Oxford, and gave himself to the defence
+of Protestantism. Chillingworth was a devoted
+Royalist, and saw service on the King's
+side in the Civil War. He died at Chichester,
+and was buried in the cathedral.</p>
+
+<p>A contemporary
+of Chillingworth,
+born on January
+25th, 1627, deserves
+also to be remembered
+in this place.
+Robert Boyle was
+the son of the
+great Earl of Cork,
+a conspicuous
+figure in the Stuart
+times. Educated at
+Eton, he settled
+down at Stalbridge
+in Dorsetshire to
+the study of natural
+philosophy. He
+found a place
+amongst the chief
+men of science of
+his day, and became
+one of the
+originators of the Royal Society. His
+foundation of the Boyle Lectures "for proving
+the Christian religion against Atheists, Deists,
+Pagans, Jews, and Mohammedans," was a
+witness, no doubt, to the mental struggles
+through which he himself had passed. He
+was, however, an active layman, full of good
+works, and one of the early friends of foreign
+missions. Boyle died in 1691, and was buried
+in Westminster Abbey.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-011.jpg" width="200" height="297" alt="Sidney" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">SIR SIDNEY
+WATERLOW.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Walery, Ltd., Regent Street, W.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>On the thirteenth of the month, in the
+year 1838, died Lord Chancellor Eldon. He
+was one of a family of sixteen, the son of a
+Newcastle coal-fitter. He also might have
+been a coal-fitter, but his elder brother was
+at Oxford, on the way to becoming Lord
+Stowell. To him John Scott was sent, and
+the younger son, like the elder, used his
+Oxford chances well. He made a runaway
+marriage, and at one time seemed likely to
+take holy orders; but, helped by their parents,
+the young couple came to London. John
+Scott, after
+some waiting,
+made his mark
+in the Court of
+Chancery, and
+then went
+steadily on to
+the Woolsack.
+In politics, an
+unbending Tory,
+he distrusted
+all reform. But
+he was a good
+lawyer, though
+harassed by a
+capacity for
+doubting and
+the love of an
+"if."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-011a.jpg" width="200" height="265" alt="James" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">DR. JAMES WAKLEY.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Barraud, Oxford Street, W.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>To the month of January belongs the establishment
+of the Hospital Sunday Fund.
+From the year 1869 to the year 1872 the
+late Dr. James Wakley, editor of the <cite>Lancet</cite>,
+urged the establishment of such a fund; but
+it was not until January 16th, 1873, that
+the meeting which gave birth to the movement
+was held in the Mansion House. Sir
+Sidney Waterlow was Lord Mayor that year,
+and he became the first treasurer and
+president of the fund.</p>
+
+<p>There are several anniversaries in the
+month of January which have a peculiar
+interest for the supporters of foreign missions.
+On January
+16th, 1736,
+the Rev.
+John Wesley
+was appointed
+by
+the Society
+for the Propagation
+of
+the Gospel a
+missionary
+for Georgia.
+On January
+9th, 1752, the
+Rev. T.
+Thompson,
+the first
+missionary
+sent to West
+Africa,
+landed at
+Fort Gambia. On January 1st, 1861, the
+heroic Bishop C. F. Mackenzie was consecrated
+in the cathedral at Capetown, the first
+bishop for Central Africa. There is no more
+pathetic story in the history of foreign missions
+than the account of his short episcopate. He
+was the first bishop consecrated in the Colonies
+for a region outside the limits of the British
+Empire.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-011c.jpg" width="200" height="268" alt="Bishop" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">BISHOP MACKENZIE.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-012.jpg" width="450" height="169" alt="Plege" />
+
+</div>
+
+<h2>PLEDGED</h2>
+
+<p class="center">By Katharine Tynan, Author of "A Daughter of Erin," Etc.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<h3>MOTHER AND SON.</h3>
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-012a.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="139" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">"I have bad news for you,
+Anthony," said
+Lady Jane Trevithick,
+when the
+butler had at
+last closed the
+door behind him,
+and mother and
+son were left
+together.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Not very bad, I trust,
+mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is about your poor
+Uncle Wilton. I did not
+bother you with it till you
+had had your dinner. He
+is ill."</p>
+
+<p>"Ill? What's the matter
+with him?"</p>
+
+<p>"A very serious collapse, I'm afraid. The
+last letter said he was unconscious. You'll
+have to go to him, Anthony, I suppose."</p>
+
+<p>"His state is not dangerous? Surely not,
+or you would not have delayed about telling
+me?"</p>
+
+<p>"There is no immediate fear," said Lady
+Jane coldly. "I have only known of his
+illness a few days. If you had not been
+coming, I should have wired to you, of
+course. But since you were coming, I didn't
+see the use of it. The doctor said that everything
+was being done."</p>
+
+<p>"Poor old Uncle Wilton. He is alone and
+ill, then?"</p>
+
+<p>"He is always alone, so I do not see that
+that fact adds anything to his being ill."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course, I must go to him. I didn't
+want to, though. Not just now."</p>
+
+<p>He looked up at his mother's handsome
+face, almost as though he longed to find some
+tenderness in it; but there was none. Lady
+Jane, a superb figure in her brocade and diamonds,
+was calmly waving her fan to and
+fro, as if no such things as illness or loneliness
+or death existed in the world.</p>
+
+<p>"You won't rush away, headlong? You
+can spare a day or two to me&mdash;and to
+Kitty?" She smiled frostily. "Kitty has
+been looking forward to your coming,
+Anthony."</p>
+
+<p>"It is very good of Lady Kitty," he said,
+contracting his eyebrows in a frown. "She is
+still with you, then?"</p>
+
+<p>"She is good enough to brighten up my
+loneliness, dear child. I don't know what I
+should do without Kitty."</p>
+
+<p>"You seem to get on well together."</p>
+
+<p>Again his fingers drummed impatiently.</p>
+
+<p>"She is a dear child to me," said Lady
+Jane, her face becoming almost warm. "I
+wish she had been my daughter, really."</p>
+
+<p>"You would rather have her than your
+son, mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"You have never given me any trouble,
+Anthony, but you are more your father's
+child than mine."</p>
+
+<p>"Some women would have loved me all
+the more," said the boy, again frowning
+heavily.</p>
+
+<p>He took a cigar and lit it. Then he said,
+with apparent carelessness&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"It was good of Lady Kitty to go out to-night.
+I suppose she thought we would
+have things to talk about after nearly six
+months of absence."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear, no," said the mother. "It was
+an old engagement, that was all. Kitty
+knows I'm not sentimental."</p>
+
+<p>"Except where she is concerned."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall think you are jealous, Anthony,"
+and as she spoke the half-softened expression
+momentarily lit her face.</p>
+
+<p>"Of whom, mother?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Not of your mother, Anthony."</p>
+
+<p>The young man again made an impatient
+movement.</p>
+
+<p>"You are not interested in my six months
+of absence."</p>
+
+<p>"Among savages, my poor Anthony."</p>
+
+<p>"They are not the least bit in the world
+savages, mother. They are very charming
+people."</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay, but who are <em>they</em>?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Graydon&mdash;and his family."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I didn't know he had a family. Of
+course, he was married before he sold out.
+He married beneath him. It was something
+rather disgraceful, I think. Afterwards&mdash;he
+went under."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure he did nothing disgraceful,
+mother. He would be no more capable of
+it than&mdash;my father. Besides, I have seen
+Mrs. Graydon's picture; it hangs over his
+study mantelpiece. She was a lovely young
+woman, and very distinctly a lady."</p>
+
+<p>Lady Jane yawned.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed! I am not interested in Mr.
+Graydon's family affairs. I know he married
+beneath him."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother, why do you detest Graydon so
+much?"</p>
+
+<p>At the point-blank question a dark flush
+rose to Lady Jane's cheek.</p>
+
+<p>"I am not aware that I detest him. You
+are like your father, always making absurd
+friendships, and jumping to absurd conclusions."</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad to be like my father."</p>
+
+<p>She said nothing, and he went on, "Yes,
+of course, I must go to uncle at once. If
+I go to Liverpool to-morrow night, I should
+get a boat on Thursday. Yet I did not want to
+go now."</p>
+
+<p>His mother glanced over her shoulder at
+him. There was an expectancy in her face
+which brightened and softened it.</p>
+
+<p>"No, surely. Why, you haven't yet even seen
+Kitty. She will be vexed that she was out."</p>
+
+<p>"I wasn't thinking of Lady Kitty."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" and her face stiffened again. "I
+don't profess to understand the young men
+of the present generation."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother," said the young man&mdash;and he
+blushed like a girl&mdash;"tell me plainly: how
+much truth is there in what you are always
+suggesting, that Lady Kitty's affections are
+involved where I am concerned?"</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean, Anthony? It is a
+question you should ask Kitty yourself. You
+are not afraid of the answer, surely?"</p>
+
+<p>"I hope she cares nothing for me."</p>
+
+<p>"You <em>hope</em>!" cried Lady Jane incredulously.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said her son doggedly. "It is a
+disgustingly foppish thing for a man to have
+to say; but I hope it&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Are you mad, Anthony?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not that I know, mother. You have
+always suggested a marriage between us,
+and have behaved as if there were some
+such understanding, but it has been entirely
+your doing. I was a young idiot not to have
+put my foot on it long ago, but worse than
+that I have not been."</p>
+
+<p>"You will not dare to play with Kitty."</p>
+
+<p>His mother had stood up and faced him, and
+her eyes blazed at him.</p>
+
+<p>"I play with no lady," said her son, meeting
+her glance steadily. "I have fetched
+and carried for Kitty, because she was always
+here, and a woman&mdash;and young and pretty
+perhaps; I have never said a word of love to
+her."</p>
+
+<p>"You have allowed it to be understood; and
+if you play her false now, you will kill her.
+You know how delicate she is. She is dearer
+to me than you are, ten thousand times
+over."</p>
+
+<p>The young man bowed stiffly.</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay, but that is no reason why you
+should persuade me that your will is, or
+has been, or ever will be, mine."</p>
+
+<p>"Kitty's money would make you very
+rich."</p>
+
+<p>"That would be the last reason, mother."</p>
+
+<p>"If you brought me Kitty for a daughter,
+I should love you."</p>
+
+<p>"I have grown used to doing without your
+love."</p>
+
+<p>Her eyes blazed at him again.</p>
+
+<p>"There is someone else, I suppose?"</p>
+
+<p>"There is someone else," he repeated after
+her.</p>
+
+<p>"Not someone you have met over there?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought ill would come of it; but you
+cared no more for my wishes than your
+father before you. Who is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am sorry you are so bitter, mother. It
+is Mr. Graydon's daughter."</p>
+
+<p>"Archibald Graydon's daughter!"</p>
+
+<p>She put her hand to her throat with an
+hysterical gesture which he had never before
+observed in her. Her face was livid with
+anger, and for a moment its expression shocked
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"You are going to jilt my Kitty for that
+man's daughter!" she cried, when she had
+recovered her power of speech.</p>
+
+<p>"There is no question of jilting Lady
+Kitty," he answered steadily. "But I am
+certainly going to marry Mr. Graydon's
+daughter, Pamela."</p>
+
+<p>"Some wild savage."</p>
+
+<p>"A beautiful and gentle girl."</p>
+
+<p>"You will be beggars together."</p>
+
+<p>"Not necessarily. We shall not be very
+rich, but that is another thing."</p>
+
+<p>Lady Jane turned from him, and gazed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span>
+at the fire. For several minutes there was
+silence between them. Then she spoke again
+without looking at him.</p>
+
+<p>"You will go your own way, I suppose&mdash;only
+give me time to soften the blow it
+will be to Kitty."</p>
+
+<p>He would have spoken, but she lifted her
+hand with an imperious gesture, and went
+on&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Kitty loves you. Why she should I do
+not know, but, most unfortunately, it is true.
+I shall never speak of it again after this. Give
+me time, I beg you."</p>
+
+<p>There was something imploring in her
+gesture.</p>
+
+<p>"You can have plenty of time," he said.
+"But even yet I cannot believe she loves me.
+A woman's love is not given on such slight
+grounds. Why, I have never pressed her hand
+even."</p>
+
+<p>"You know nothing about it. Would it
+have made any difference to you if you had
+believed she loved you?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-014.jpg" width="350" height="422" alt="Dare" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"You will not dare to play with Kitty."&mdash;<em>p. 203.</em></p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"None. I love once and for ever."</p>
+
+<p>"If I believed that to be true, I should
+be sorry for you."</p>
+
+<p>"It is true, mother."</p>
+
+<p>She waved him off contemptuously.</p>
+
+<p>"It is true of a few people in this world,
+but you are not one of them."</p>
+
+<p>"Mere assertion is nothing."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you engaged to this&mdash;this young
+woman?" She brought the words out with
+a jerk.</p>
+
+<p>"In honour, yes; formally, no."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, then you will go away, and I shall
+have my own time for telling Kitty."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, if you wish for it."</p>
+
+<p>"You will not engage yourself to the girl
+till Kitty knows?"</p>
+
+<p>"You are exacting, mother. I have to
+think of Miss Graydon too."</p>
+
+<p>"You can think of her all your life. It
+is my Kitty that is to be deserted and betrayed.
+You don't know what you are doing."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother, it is some mania of yours. Desertion
+and betrayal
+are strong words."</p>
+
+<p>"Let them pass.
+Technically, I suppose
+you are free from reproach."</p>
+
+<p>He made a weary
+gesture, and let her
+speech pass without
+answer.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the silence
+of the room was
+broken by the <em>frou-frou</em>
+of a silk dress
+in the corridor outside.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, here is my
+Kitty," said Lady
+Jane. "Are you cold,
+my darling? and was
+your party pleasant?
+Come to the fire."</p>
+
+<p>A young lady, slight
+and brilliantly fair,
+had entered the room
+languidly.</p>
+
+<p>"So you have come,
+Anthony," she said,
+extending a white hand
+to him. "I hope you had a pleasant journey."</p>
+
+<p>He helped her to take off her cloak, and
+she seated herself, as if by right, in the
+most comfortable chair in the room. The
+fire leaped and sparkled in the grate and
+brought millions of rays from the diamonds
+in her hair and on her neck.</p>
+
+<p>"How cosy you are here!" she said. "It
+was a horrid party&mdash;so dull! That is why I
+came home early."</p>
+
+<p>"You would like some tea?" said Lady Jane.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes, please. Oh, thank you," as Anthony
+rang the bell. "It is pleasant to see you
+home again."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i-015.jpg" width="300" height="306" alt="Stooped" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.&mdash;<em>p. 206.</em></p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"He is leaving us very soon," said Lady
+Jane, and her tones were again cold and
+measured. "He feels it his duty to go to
+nurse his Uncle Wilton."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" said the young woman, lifting her
+eyebrows. "Is there no one at Washington
+to look after him? Or is the lot of a
+diplomat so friendless?"</p>
+
+<p>Anthony frowned at her tone.</p>
+
+<p>"He is very ill, and he is my father's only
+brother. My place is with him."</p>
+
+<p>"You are a self-sacrificing young man.
+First, you bury yourself among Irish savages;
+now, at a moment's notice, you are off to
+nurse the sick. I should think a valet would
+do quite as well."</p>
+
+<p>"Here is your tea, Lady Kitty," the young
+man said coldly.</p>
+
+<p>"By the way, I sat beside such a pleasant
+old man at dinner, Sir Rodney Durant. He
+asked me about you, and I told him of your
+exile. I ought to apologise for calling your
+hosts savages, by the way, for he told me a
+most interesting story about your tutor&mdash;Graydon,
+isn't it? It seems old Lord Downside
+cut him off with an angry penny
+because he married some friendless little
+beauty. Scandal said the old lord himself
+had pretensions. And then, to spite his
+heir, he married his cook or someone, and
+has a wretchedly delicate little boy of thirteen
+or thereabouts. Why didn't you tell
+me, Auntie Janie, or did you not know?"</p>
+
+<p>"I never take notice of gossip, Kitty."</p>
+
+<p>"But is it gossip? You ought to know,
+for your husband and this man were friends.
+To hear Sir Rodney, the man Graydon was
+a sort of hero of romance."</p>
+
+<p>"An old man's stories, my dear."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But Sir Anthony's face had brightened.</p>
+
+<p>"Graydon is a splendid fellow," he said.
+"I am sure he is all Sir Rodney said." And
+his smile at Lady Kitty was now full of
+friendliness.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I'm sure it's nice to hear of such
+people nowadays," said Lady Kitty, yawning,
+"I thought they only existed in books.
+But such an interesting story, Auntie Janie!
+If you knew of it, why didn't you tell me,
+instead of treating the man as a kind of
+bucolic savage?"</p>
+
+<p>Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.</p>
+
+<p>"Go to bed, my darling," she said; "and
+don't sit up romancing. You must have
+your beauty-sleep, you know."</p>
+
+<p>"Bother my beauty-sleep!" said the young
+lady irreverently.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE GREAT EVENT.</h3>
+
+
+<p>The Vandaleur function was over, and
+for a long time to come the young
+women of that part must feel a
+certain flatness in their days, as one
+does when an event eagerly expected is over
+and done with.</p>
+
+<p>For the sisters the function had been a
+series of triumphs, to all appearance. They
+had been, as Miss Spencer put it, "dressed as
+befitted their position." They had not had,
+after all, to call in Mrs. Cullen's Nancy, for
+on the Christmas Eve a delightful box had
+come for each of the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">débutantes</i>, with Miss
+Spencer's love.</p>
+
+<p>Pamela's contained a rather short-waisted
+frock of lilac silk, with a fichu of chiffon
+tied softly round the shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia's gown, made somewhat similarly,
+was of white satin, and her innocent face
+and golden head rose out of it a vision of
+loveliness.</p>
+
+<p>It would be hard indeed to say which was
+the most beautiful girl that night; but Sylvia
+held her little court, or rather augmented it
+during the evening, while Pamela's, somehow,
+seemed to melt and fall away.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Spencer found a comfortable seat for
+herself in one of the long galleries after
+dinner, and remained there, while one or
+another of her old cronies and admirers came
+up to talk with her.</p>
+
+<p>She was almost as great a success in her
+way as Sylvia, of whom she caught glimpses
+now and again, waving her immense fan where
+she stood in the centre of the gallery, and
+playing with the conversation about her much
+as one plays at battledore and shuttlecock.</p>
+
+<p>"The child will do," said Miss Spencer
+to herself, when Sir John Beaumont, an old
+admirer of hers, had gone to fetch her some
+refreshment. "Wonderful how she makes
+all those men look so delighted with her and
+themselves! It reminds me of a girl who
+could do that. Who was it? And what
+happened afterwards?... Ah! Pamela,"
+she said, speaking aloud, "so you have come
+to see what I am doing."</p>
+
+<p>"To stay with you awhile, Miss Spencer,"
+said Pamela, creeping into the shadowy corner
+beside her.</p>
+
+<p>"And where are all the beaux, my dear?
+It is not as if your heart was elsewhere."</p>
+
+<p>Pamela smiled a wan little smile.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm tired, Miss Spencer. I can't keep it
+up like Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>"Hoity-toity, <em>tired</em>! No, you can't be tired.
+It will be years before there is another
+event like this. Let me call Mr. Wandesforde
+over there to take you to hear this Dublin
+singer, Madame Squallini, or whatever the
+woman's name is. All the people have gone
+trooping off to the music-room to hear her."</p>
+
+<p>"Please don't, dear Miss Spencer, I would
+so much rather sit here by you. I have
+heard a great many fine singers already."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, what's come to you, Pam? You
+used to be as full of fun as Sylvia. Now
+you are like a girl whose lover has gone
+away&mdash;I know how such a one would feel&mdash;and
+has never come back to her."</p>
+
+<p>Sir John Beaumont returned at this moment.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know whether your father or
+your sister is in the greatest demand, Miss
+Graydon," he said. "I heard peals of laughter
+as I passed the sitting-room, and, looking
+in, I saw your father delighting them.
+He's a charming fellow, upon my word. He's
+wasted on rusticity."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, Sir John, I suppose the rustics
+ought all to be plain and stupid," said Miss
+Spencer.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, my dear lady," murmured the old
+gentleman, "that would be to do without
+you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I daresay; you always had a pretty
+speech ready. And what about Pam here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Pamela belongs to the country, as
+lilies and roses do."</p>
+
+<p>"She likes to bloom in the shade," said
+Miss Spencer, a bit irritably. "What do you
+think of a girl who prefers to sit in the corner
+rather than hold a court as her younger sister
+is doing?"</p>
+
+<p>"It's cruel to the young fellows, Miss
+Pamela&mdash;that's what it is."</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't as if she were an engaged girl."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! that would be rough on the young
+fellows, before they had more than a chance
+of seeing her."</p>
+
+<p>Pamela listened to this brisk interchange
+between her elders with a faint smile. She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span>
+certainly looked tired, and as the evening
+went on she held her quiet place by Miss
+Spencer, who was very animated, and talked
+enough to cover her silence.</p>
+
+<p>Once she had realised that Pamela was
+really tired and wanted to sit still, her
+kindness of heart was aroused. She even
+waved off the swains who
+came at intervals to coax
+Pamela out of her corner.</p>
+
+<p>At last the evening,
+which Pamela had felt endless,
+was really drawing to
+an end.</p>
+
+<p>"You poor dears," said
+Sylvia, standing over them,
+and still waving her great
+fan, "I'm afraid I've been
+keeping you out of your
+beds an unconscionable
+time."</p>
+
+<p>"Hear her!" cried Miss
+Spencer. "You'd think we
+were her grandmothers."</p>
+
+<p>"Only Pam," said
+Sylvia. "I've been
+watching you. You
+didn't seem to find
+it dull."</p>
+
+<p>Miss Spencer
+laughed, well
+pleased.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid we're
+much of a muchness,"
+she said; "but
+your sister here, I'm
+disappointed in her. I
+think she has a headache,
+poor child. It isn't as if
+she had a lover now."</p>
+
+<p>Pamela did not answer,
+but walked meekly by Miss
+Spencer's side, with Sir
+John Beaumont murmuring
+his old-world compliments
+in her ear.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia went on before, surrounded
+by a phalanx of
+black coats, which escorted her to Miss
+Spencer's carriage.</p>
+
+<p>Pam listened to all the gay good-nights
+with a throbbing head and an extreme
+flatness and dulness of spirit.</p>
+
+<p>"Graydon'll be up all night," said Miss
+Spencer as they rolled away. "He enjoyed
+himself immensely and added to the enjoyment
+of others. Your father's well-fitted to
+shine in society, girls. 'Tis a pity, as
+Beaumont says, he should be shut up
+here."</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't he propose Mr. Vandaleur's health
+beautifully after dinner?" said Sylvia. "I
+sat where I could see him, and all the time
+he had a twinkle in his eye."</p>
+
+<p>"He ought to be in Parliament himself,"
+said Miss Spencer emphatically. "Vandaleur
+isn't worth a rush."</p>
+
+<p>"But what was the matter with Pam?"
+asked Sylvia. "Why, Pam's asleep!"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-017.jpg" width="350" height="400" alt="Kindness" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">Her kindness of heart was aroused.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Never mind your sister, minx, but tell
+me about your conquests. Which of them
+did you like best?"</p>
+
+<p>"Let me see," said Sylvia. "There was
+Captain Vavasour&mdash;from the barracks. He
+asked leave to call."</p>
+
+<p>"Did he, indeed, and what did you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"I told him yes, if he'd chance finding
+me unemployed. I'd so much to do feeding
+the fowls, and washing the dogs, and keeping
+the pony clean, let alone my household
+duties."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, you've none, except eating the jam&mdash;and
+that's a pleasure. What did he say?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"He said he'd be enchanted to help me at
+any of these occupations."</p>
+
+<p>"That was nice of him. What about the
+other lad from the barracks?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Baker? Oh, I like him. He's game
+for anything. He's coming ratting with Pat
+one day. He has an English terrier, but I
+told him he wouldn't be a patch on Pat."</p>
+
+<p>"You talked of ratting in that frock?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he was delighted. He confessed it
+was a passion with him."</p>
+
+<p>"I saw you talking to the Master. He's
+a fine-looking fellow, but not a patch on Tom
+Charteris."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-018.jpg" width="350" height="415" alt="Sleepy" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"Wake up, sleepy-head!"</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"He asked me why I didn't hunt. I said
+I often thought of doing it on Neddy, only
+he was a buck-jumper. He said that wouldn't
+matter, except that all the world would be
+riding to hounds on donkeys presently and
+taking the ditches backward. He, too, is
+coming to call. They're all coming to call.
+I should like to see Bridget's face when
+she's expected to provide afternoon tea. If
+they keep ringing at the door, she won't pretend
+not to hear them; she has the excuse
+that the bell's broken. Then they'll have to
+go away in tears. I told that young St.
+Quintin, the Eton boy, so. He said, after
+he'd done crying, he'd come in by the window.
+I really believe he would. He's so cheeky."</p>
+
+<p>"But you don't tell me which you liked best.
+I daresay they all thought you no end of a
+minx."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me see," said Sylvia, with a dispassionate
+air. "Why, Lord Glengall, of course."</p>
+
+<p>"Glengall! with his hatchet face and his
+forty odd years!"</p>
+
+<p>"I think he has a dear face; his eyes are just
+like Pat's."</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't think of Glengall&mdash;that is, if I
+were free."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, you see, I don't care seriously for boys.
+I like them well enough to talk to; but Glengall
+one can take seriously."</p>
+
+<p>"He didn't join your court, though."</p>
+
+<p>"No, he wouldn't. I actually went up to
+have a little chat with him, and he said, as if
+I were four years old: 'Now
+you must go and talk to the
+boys, Miss Sylvia. I don't want
+a dozen duels on my hands.'"</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay he thought you a
+forward minx."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think he would.
+Only he would take some persuading
+to believe that I really
+preferred talking to him. He
+stood in a corner then, and
+watched Pam out of his nice,
+kind, faithful eyes."</p>
+
+<p>"He wouldn't have any nonsense
+in his head about Pam?
+You don't mean that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I don't think he's in
+love with Pam. He'd look just
+the same at me if he thought
+I was tired or melancholy. I
+think I'll try it."</p>
+
+<p>"Let him alone, minx. But
+here we are," as the carriage
+stopped. "Wake up, sleepy-head!"&mdash;to
+Pam&mdash;"you can get
+to bed as fast as you like now."</p>
+
+<p>But even when Pam was in
+bed, Sylvia still paced up and
+down, waving her big fan.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm too excited to sleep,
+you old dunderhead," she said.
+"I wish it was all to come over
+again."</p>
+
+<p>"You will be tired in the
+morning, Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>"No, I shan't; I shall be as
+fresh as possible. I shall dream
+it all over again. There, wait till I've
+brushed my hair, and I'll let you go to sleep.
+Not that I can understand your wanting to
+sleep; you were just as keen about this as
+I was."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Pam, languidly.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm downright disappointed in you. Don't
+you know I'd have enjoyed it all twice as much
+if you were enjoying it too? I'm glad papa was
+there; the glances of enjoyment he sent me
+from the high table were exhilarating. Wasn't
+it nice the way all those little round tables were
+set out? And didn't Vandaleur junior do his
+duty well as a host? By the way, wasn't
+it low of Trevithick not to come back after
+all?"</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay there was some good reason."</p>
+
+<p>"Then he ought to have said there was. It
+is very uncivil to papa, too, not to return on
+the date arranged, and not to write."</p>
+
+<p>"He couldn't mean to be uncivil," said Pamela,
+faintly.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you what. If I hadn't eaten those
+old sweets he sent me at Christmas I'd fire
+them back at his head: wouldn't you his old
+violets if they weren't dead and gone?"</p>
+
+<p>Pamela touched in her dark corner a little
+basket of withered violets, which, for reasons
+best known to herself, she had taken to bed
+with her.</p>
+
+<p>"You are too impulsive, Sylvia," she said,
+stung out of her silence. "Why should Sir
+Anthony be uncivil or unkind? I know he
+meant to return to-night."</p>
+
+<p>"So I heard him say," said Sylvia, cynically;
+"but I never mind those boys, Pam; they've
+no ballast."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Sylvia! I'm sure Sir Anthony has
+plenty of ballast. There must be some explanation,
+and when we have heard it you'll
+be ashamed of your rash judgment."</p>
+
+<p>"Not I, for if it isn't true of him, it's true of
+most youths of his age. Do you think his
+mother's at the bottom of it, Pam?"</p>
+
+<p>"How should I know, Sylvia? What makes
+you think of her?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, from something he let fall one day,
+I guessed that she didn't want him to come
+here. Then he showed me her photograph
+in his album. She looked chock-full of pride
+and insolence. I believe a woman who looked
+like that would do anything."</p>
+
+<p>"I should think Sir Anthony would know
+his own mind in the matter."</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay, but she may have been up to
+some mischief. And talking of mothers makes
+me think of Glengall."</p>
+
+<p>"Why should it, Sylvia?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, there was that old mother of his.
+Think of his hard years, poor dear! No
+prosperity would wipe out the traces. He is
+as anxious-looking as Pat, and Pat is the
+very image of Micky Morrissy, who is always
+six months in arrear with his rent, and
+expects a notice of eviction any day. I
+say, Pam"&mdash;suddenly&mdash;"would you marry
+Glengall?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sylvia!"</p>
+
+<p>"Would you? I know he's nearly as old
+as dad, and all that&mdash;but would you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, then, I would. But he likes you
+better than me."</p>
+
+<p>"He likes us both as his friend's little
+girls."</p>
+
+<p>"I know; he'd never think of us in any
+other light. Still, if he liked me best, I'd make
+him think."</p>
+
+<p>"How, Sylvia?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, I'd just ask him to marry me."</p>
+
+<p>"He'd think you wanted the gold."</p>
+
+<p>"That he wouldn't. It shows how little
+you know of him."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, then, other people would."</p>
+
+<p>"We shouldn't care about that."</p>
+
+<p>"We? Who?"</p>
+
+<p>"Glengall and I."</p>
+
+<p>"Sylvia, you're talking as if you were
+really in earnest."</p>
+
+<p>"So I am, but he likes you better than me.
+You ought to marry him, Pam."</p>
+
+<p>But, to Sylvia's dismay, Pamela suddenly
+burst into tears.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall never marry anyone," she cried
+amid her sobs.</p>
+
+<p>"You poor dear old duffer, I was advising
+you for your good. But you're tired out.
+There, go asleep. I shan't take you to any
+more functions."</p>
+
+<p>And Sylvia blew out the candle and jumped
+into bed. But Pamela, with the withered
+violets close to her, cried herself to sleep.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+
+<h3>"THE WORLD IS SO CRUEL."</h3>
+
+
+<p>"There's a horse-fair at Kilmacredden
+on Saturday," said Lord Glengall.
+"I was thinking you might find
+time to come along with me and
+see what's to be picked up."</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't time I'd be wanting," said Mr.
+Graydon, "and you know it isn't inclination."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, then, you'll come. We'll have
+to make an early start and give the mare
+her time over the mountain. Will four
+o'clock do?"</p>
+
+<p>"For me, yes. Will you get up on Saturday
+morning and see that there's a cup of tea
+ready for me by four o'clock?"</p>
+
+<p>This to Sylvia, who was demurely making
+tea at a side-table.</p>
+
+<p>"You know I will. Next to being up all
+night I like to get up before daybreak."</p>
+
+<p>Lord Glengall broke into a slow smile as
+he turned to look at the speaker. He sat
+astride a small chair, with his chin resting
+on the back. He still wore the frieze coat
+which he had on when he entered; and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span>
+with his clean-shaven, melancholy face and
+deep-set eyes, he looked like nothing so
+much as a hard-pressed mountain farmer,
+just as Sylvia had described him. Yet the
+smile was one of great sweetness, and the
+mingled simplicity and shrewdness of the
+face were far from being unattractive.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-020.jpg" width="350" height="418" alt="Flurried" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">Lady Jane looked a little flurried.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"'Tis well for you, Graydon," he said,
+"to have little girls to do the like for you."</p>
+
+<p>"You must marry, Glengall, and be
+properly taken care of," said Mr. Graydon.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm past marrying," said Lord Glengall;
+"I leave that to the girls and boys."</p>
+
+<p>"They'd make foolish marriages," said
+Sylvia, "if they were left to themselves."</p>
+
+<p>Lord Glengall smiled more broadly.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis a prudent little woman you're
+owning, Graydon," he said. "You should
+turn match-maker, Miss Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>"For you, Lord Glengall?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll go bail you'd find no one to have
+me, Miss Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>"If I do will you entertain the proposal,
+Lord Glengall?"</p>
+
+<p>"Provided she's not too old and will
+marry me for myself."</p>
+
+<p>"I think I can find her for you, Lord
+Glengall."</p>
+
+<p>"Come, Sylvia, give Glengall
+his tea, and don't be talking
+nonsense," said Mr. Graydon,
+laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"Here it is for you, Lord
+Glengall, just as
+you like it&mdash;hot,
+strong and
+sweet."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, Miss Sylvia; it's as good as
+ever I made for myself in the Bush."</p>
+
+<p>The two men fell to talking of business
+matters, while Sylvia manipulated the teacups.
+Now and again she looked towards
+the door. Mary was finishing her letter to
+Mick in the chilly room upstairs, and Pamela
+had taken the dogs for a walk.</p>
+
+<p>"If they don't come soon," muttered Sylvia
+over her teacup, "this tea won't be fit to
+drink, and Bridget's in no humour to
+make more."</p>
+
+<p>A rat-tat at the hall-door knocker interrupted
+her meditations.</p>
+
+<p>"Some of those young fellows from the
+barracks, Sylvia," suggested her father.</p>
+
+<p>"It can't be," said Sylvia. "Mr. Baker<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span>
+was here yesterday, and Mr. De Quincy on
+Tuesday, and Captain Vavasour's coming
+to-morrow."</p>
+
+<p>"Lady Jane Trevithick," announced Bridget,
+flinging the door open.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear!" muttered Sylvia; "and it's one
+of Bridget's bad days when she won't wear
+an apron. Now, where has the woman dropped
+from?"</p>
+
+<p>Lady Jane swept across the room magnificent
+in purple and sables.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you do?" said Mr. Graydon, going
+to meet her. "This <em>is</em> a pleasure. My
+daughter, Lady Jane. My friend, Glengall.
+No, don't sit there. There's a dog in that
+chair."</p>
+
+<p>For a self-possessed woman Lady Jane
+looked a little flurried. Without meeting her
+host's gaze, she took the chair he handed
+her, and turned it so that she sat with
+her back to the light. She bowed in
+answer to his introductions, and, having
+seated herself, spoke in a voice which she
+tried hard to keep under control.</p>
+
+<p>"I find myself unexpectedly almost a
+neighbour of yours, Mr. Graydon, and I did
+myself the pleasure of calling."</p>
+
+<p>"You are very good, Lady Jane."</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her with kindly scrutiny.
+Perhaps he was trying to find in the middle-aged
+face the features of the proud and
+stately girl who had married his dearest
+friend years ago. If so, the darkness in which
+she sat baffled him.</p>
+
+<p>"I am staying with Mr. Verschoyle," she
+went on; "I suppose you count him a neighbour?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, as country neighbours go. I have met
+him sometimes on the Bench. I was not aware
+you knew him."</p>
+
+<p>Lady Jane did not say that she had disinterred
+an old and almost forgotten invitation
+in order to lead up to this visit.</p>
+
+<p>"I knew him years ago," she said. "But, by
+the way, have you heard from my boy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not directly&mdash;nothing since your Ladyship's
+letter."</p>
+
+<p>"That is careless of Anthony! But he is
+nursing his uncle, you know, and I daresay
+is finding time for a little mild amusement as
+well."</p>
+
+<p>"Trevithick is no better?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I am sorry to say. There is no saying
+when he will be better, or if he will ever be
+really better. My son thinks he ought to stay
+with him, however."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure he is right," said Mr. Graydon,
+heartily.</p>
+
+<p>"And this is&mdash;Pamela, I suppose?" said Lady
+Jane, turning her head with forced graciousness
+to Sylvia, who was bringing her her tea.</p>
+
+<p>"No; Pam will be here presently. This is
+Sylvia, my youngest girl."</p>
+
+<p>"I am very much indebted to you all,
+Mr. Graydon, for making my son so happy.
+He was grieved not to return to you, I know."</p>
+
+<p>Still her eyes never met those of her host.</p>
+
+<p>Seeing that he was practically ignored in the
+conversation, Lord Glengall got up awkwardly,
+and with a bow to the visitor, and an affectionate
+nod to Sylvia, took himself off.</p>
+
+<p>"Ugh!" said Lady Jane to herself; "he
+smells of the stables! And to think of Archie
+Graydon coming down to associate with such
+bucolics!"</p>
+
+<p>Mary came in a little later and was introduced.
+Then came Pam. The February air
+had blown a fitful flame into her cheeks, and
+when she entered the drawing-room, not knowing
+there was a visitor, Lady Jane's name blew
+the flame higher, and then extinguished it
+altogether.</p>
+
+<p>Her father watched her curiously, as she stood
+looking gravely down into Lady Jane's face. The
+lady, who could be gracious when she liked,
+held Pamela's hand a minute, and there was
+a caress in her voice as she spoke to her.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't feel," she said to Mr. Graydon, "that
+your girls are strangers to me. I have heard
+such charming things about them from my
+son."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, indeed," said Mr. Graydon, to whom
+belief in the goodwill of all the world came
+easily, "I should hope that we need not be
+strangers to a Trevithick. I have never forgotten
+my love for Gerald, Lady Jane."</p>
+
+<p>"He was devoted to you," said the widow.</p>
+
+<p>No one could have supposed from Lady
+Jane's manner that the visit was a painful
+and difficult ordeal to her. Yet, when she
+was seated in her carriage again, and had
+driven out of sight of Mr. Graydon, bowing
+bare-headed on the doorstep, she drew a sigh
+of actual physical relief.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Graydon returned to the drawing-room,
+rubbing his hands together.</p>
+
+<p>"What a charming woman!" he said, coming
+up to the fire.</p>
+
+<p>"I call her a cat!" said Sylvia, concisely.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Sylvia!" cried Mary Graydon and her
+father simultaneously; but Pamela said nothing.
+Lady Jane, for all her <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">empressement</i>, had not
+made Pamela believe in her; indeed, Lady
+Jane was not sufficiently an actress to deceive
+any but the most simple people. It
+was new to her to play a part&mdash;to pretend
+fondness and friendship where she felt arrogant
+dislike; and, to give her her due, she
+had played it badly.</p>
+
+<p>The day after Mr. Graydon had gone to
+the horse-fair with Lord Glengall, he came
+out of the study as Pamela was going languidly
+upstairs, and called her in. He put her in a
+comfortable chair by the fire, and then stood
+leaning on the dusty mantelpiece, and regarding
+her with a wistful and tender gaze.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Not well, Pam?" he said at last.</p>
+
+<p>"A little out-of-sorts," she answered, dropping
+her eyes before his gaze.</p>
+
+<p>"When did it begin, Pam&mdash;this being out-of-sorts?
+Up to Christmas I thought you were
+blooming like a wild rose."</p>
+
+<p>Pamela made a movement as if to escape.</p>
+
+<p>"One is not always just the same," she said;
+"and you fancy things, dad."</p>
+
+<p>"Glengall noticed it, too. Don't go, child&mdash;we
+haven't finished our conversation."</p>
+
+<p>"Lord Glengall is as fatherly to us as you
+are. He is always watching us like a mother-hen
+over a brood of ducklings."</p>
+
+<p>Pamela spoke with an attempt at her old
+sparkle, but her face retained the cold dulness
+which had fallen upon it of late, and
+which made the father's heart ache to see it.</p>
+
+<p>"Glengall is a good fellow, Pam," he said,
+wistfully.</p>
+
+<p>"He's a dear," said Pam, in her listless
+way.</p>
+
+<p>"A girl might do worse than marry Glengall."</p>
+
+<p>"That's what Sylvia says."</p>
+
+<p>"Sylvia's a wise child. And what do you
+think, Pam?"</p>
+
+<p>"I?&mdash;I haven't thought about it."</p>
+
+<p>"Could you think of it, Pam?"</p>
+
+<p>Pamela looked at him incredulously.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Glengall would like to marry you,
+Pam. He's troubled about you, poor fellow.
+He'd like to take you away, and show you
+all the beautiful world, and lavish his wealth
+upon you. Could you do it, Pam?"</p>
+
+<p>To his consternation, Pam put down her
+head on the study-table, and burst into
+tears.</p>
+
+<p>"There, Pam, there! I didn't mean to distress
+you, and I know Glengall wouldn't for
+the world. I only told you because I thought
+you ought to know. He has no hope at all
+himself&mdash;and would never ask you, I am sure.
+Only he is so good. I should know a little
+girl of mine was safe with him."</p>
+
+<p>Pam still sobbed, with her face buried in
+the dusty papers.</p>
+
+<p>"There, there, child!" said her father, "don't
+think about it any more. Poor Glengall! Of
+course, I know he's too old, and you are
+only a child; and he'd be the first to say
+the young should marry the young."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't want to marry anyone," sobbed
+Pam. "Why can't I join a sisterhood and be
+at peace?"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Graydon passed his hand fondly over the
+rumpled curls.</p>
+
+<p>"You'd hate it, Pam, that's what you
+would. You'd come back again in a week."</p>
+
+<p>"I hate the world!" cried Pam. "The world
+is so cruel."</p>
+
+<p>"Poor little girl!" said her father wistfully,
+though he smiled at the same time.</p>
+
+<p>"Pam," he said suddenly, "is there&mdash;is there
+anyone else?"</p>
+
+<p>"There isn't," sobbed Pam, "and if there
+was, I wouldn't tell you."</p>
+
+<p>"I only asked, Pam, because I thought I
+might be able to help you."</p>
+
+<p>"No one can help me," cried Pam, "except
+by letting me alone."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, then," said her father patiently.
+"I'll let you alone. Only dry your eyes,
+and be comforted. I'm afraid you'll have to
+wash your face, Pam. You've been flooding
+my old tattered Euripides with your tears,
+and you've carried off half the dust from
+him. There, child, be comforted. I won't
+say another word about Glengall. He's just
+like myself, poor fellow, only anxious to take
+care of you. Sure, I know you're a child,
+and ought to have your freedom for years
+yet."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish her mother were here now," said
+Mr. Graydon, as he closed the door behind
+his daughter.</p>
+
+<p>He looked up at the pure and innocent
+face of his wife's portrait.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish I had your wisdom, darling," he
+muttered. "It is so hard for a man to deal
+with little girls. And, ah! what they lost
+when you went to heaven!"</p>
+
+<p>He sat before his study-fire deep in thought.
+Then he got up and paced the room to and
+fro, with his brows knitted and his hands
+behind his back.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll do it," he said, half-aloud, at last. "I
+expect money difficulties would really stand
+in the way. I know Trevithick died poor,
+and Lady Jane had little of her own. The
+lad <em>must</em> love her if she loves him. And it
+will smooth the way. At worst I shall
+only suffer a rebuff. I can bear it for the
+sake of Mary's children. And poor Molly too!
+Why need she spend her girlhood fretting
+for her lover when a little money would
+make things straight?"</p>
+
+<p>He sat down and his face cleared. Again
+he looked up at the benignant eyes of
+the portrait.</p>
+
+<p>"I am doing the best I can for them,
+Mary," he said, speaking aloud as if to a
+living person.</p>
+
+<p>That evening he announced his intention of
+taking a run to London during the following
+week. Such an unusual thing in their quiet
+life provoked an outcry of surprise from his
+daughters.</p>
+
+<p>"I may be an old fossil," he said, "but
+I'm not a limpet attached to a rock. Perhaps
+I'm tired of you all. Perhaps I'm starved
+for a walk down Piccadilly, or a visit to a
+good concert hall. Perhaps&mdash;perhaps."</p>
+
+<p>But he gave them no explanation after all
+of his reason for going.</p>
+
+<p>One event crowded upon another. The next<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span>
+morning, at breakfast, Mr. Graydon drew out
+a large, boldly addressed envelope from the
+post-bag.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, who can this be from?" he said,
+putting it down and looking at it curiously.
+"'London, W.' Now, who'd be writing to me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Better open it and see," said Sylvia, daintily
+chipping the top off her egg.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Graydon broke the seal and read it.</p>
+
+<p>"It's from Lady Jane Trevithick," he said
+soberly; "a very civil letter. She's sorry she
+wasn't able to call again; and&mdash;and&mdash;she wants
+to know if one of you girls&mdash;she mentions
+Pam, I see&mdash;will go over and stay with her.
+It is very kind of Lady Jane."</p>
+
+<p>He pushed the letter towards Pam, who
+took it unsteadily, and held it before her face
+as she read.</p>
+
+<p>"I'd rather not go," said Pam, putting down
+the letter. "I can't go&mdash;I've no frocks."</p>
+
+<p>"I should like you to go, Pam," said her
+father, wistfully. "The invitation is kindly
+meant, and Lady Jane moves in very good
+society, and is influential. Why should my
+girls be buried here? As for the frocks&mdash;I
+can spare ten pounds&mdash;I really can manage
+that. How much can be done with ten
+pounds, Mary?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-023.jpg" width="450" height="446" alt="Poor" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"Poor little girl!" said her father wistfully.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"A good deal. Oh! I hope Nancy Cullen is
+still at home! We'll go round after breakfast
+and see."</p>
+
+<p>"Must I go?" said Pamela.</p>
+
+<p>"I think you ought to go, Pam," said her
+father; "and we will travel together. I shall
+wait for you till you can be ready."</p>
+
+<p>In his heart Mr. Graydon thought that the
+invitation was a sort of guarantee for his
+daughter's happiness. If Lady Jane had not
+known or suspected that her son was in love
+with Pamela, and had not been prepared to
+accept her, why should she have asked her
+on this visit?</p>
+
+<p>"I used to think her a proud and cold girl
+in the old days," he said to himself; "but, of
+course, the girl of my dreams was so different!
+After all, I daresay Gerald made no such
+mistake as I used to fear."</p>
+
+<p>"You will go then, Pam?" he said aloud.
+"The change will do you good; and you will
+enjoy yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said Pamela, listlessly; "I
+would rather be here, but if you wish I will
+go."</p>
+
+
+<p class="center">END OF CHAPTER NINE.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-024.jpg" width="450" height="159" alt="knowledge" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>Knowledge Of The Future.</h2>
+
+<h3><em>A NEW YEAR ADDRESS.</em></h3>
+
+<p class="center">By the Lord Bishop of Ripon.</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+"Do not interpretations belong to God?"&mdash;<span class="smcap">Genesis</span> xl. 8.<br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-024a.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="188" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">The words were
+spoken by one of
+those men who
+have moulded
+the history
+of the world.
+When he
+spoke them
+he was a
+prisoner, forgotten
+in his
+misfortune
+and blameless
+of offence.
+He
+was passing
+through a
+time of trial.
+Later he was
+destined to
+emerge into
+a position
+of much power and usefulness.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Joseph had shown from the first a
+character and qualities which distinguished
+him from his brethren. They
+were men with little or no thought beyond
+their daily work. In the open
+fields, watching their flocks and enjoying,
+after their day's task, physical repose,
+they found enough to satisfy them. He
+possessed a soul which went out beyond
+such a level of life; he reached out to
+something higher. Like the great
+French preacher, he could not leave his
+soul amid mere earthly things. In his
+brethren's eyes he was a dreamer. They
+were practical, and they had no sympathy
+with his dreams. He, meanwhile,
+was full of a wistful wonder, longing to
+find out the meaning of the strange
+visions which filled his soul. Life to
+him must be something more than eating,
+drinking, and tending sheep. No
+doubt a touch of egotism and personal
+ambition mingled with his dreams; this
+belonged to his youth; this, in time,
+would pass away. Life, with its stern
+and remorseless reality, would come to
+test him and his visions, proving what
+manner of man he was. Meanwhile, he
+was better with his dreams of the larger
+purpose and scope of life than his
+brethren, who were content with somewhat
+material gratification.</p>
+
+<p>Time showed that he was no mere
+dreamer. The day came when the Prince
+of his people let him go free. The opportunity
+of large and noble service came
+to him; and he showed force, readiness
+of resource, sagacity, and practical
+vigour. His genius it was which mitigated
+misfortune and averted disaster.
+He foresaw and provided for the days
+of scarceness; he piloted Egypt through
+the bitter seven years of famine. His
+dreams were not the idle dreams of an
+empty mind; they were the visions of
+an energetic and finely tempered spirit.
+His gifts stood the strain of practical
+duty.</p>
+
+<p>They had previously endured the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span>
+harder test of adversity, neglect, and
+inaction. There are powers which lose
+their bloom under the pressure of prosaic
+duties; there are powers which
+wither under the shadow of misfortune
+and obscurity. The trial which comes
+from neglect is, perhaps, the severer,
+since it is hard for men to believe in
+themselves when there is seemingly
+none else to believe in them. But in
+the darkness of those neglected days
+the genius of Joseph remained bright.
+His insight, his power of vision, was not
+dimmed in the prison. He entered into
+the sorrows of other men; he showed a
+sympathy with their difficulties; he
+strove to read for them and with them
+the meaning of their lives.</p>
+
+<p>And the sustaining source of his
+powers breaks out into view in the
+words of our text: "Do not interpretations
+belong to God?"</p>
+
+<p>We can realise the pathos of the question
+and the tried, yet unbroken, faith
+which it reveals. Joseph is trying to
+read the meaning of the dreams of his
+fellow-prisoners. Life, and the experiences
+of life, he assures them, are not
+meaningless. He will not forego his
+faith in the significance of life. We
+may not be able to explain all; but
+there is, nevertheless, a meaning in all.
+It is as though he said, "I too have
+known my visions&mdash;beautiful visions of
+life's triumphs and life's joys. They
+faded with my growing years; and instead
+of the achievements which I saw
+in my dreams, there came false accusation,
+imprisonment, and neglect; but
+though the golden light of those visions
+is gone, they were not meaningless. I
+wait still for the unfolding of their
+significance. Still I rely upon Him who
+will make all things plain&mdash;for do not
+interpretations belong unto Him?"</p>
+
+<p>As we listen to the words, we feel
+how aptly they fit into our own lives.</p>
+
+<p>We, like Joseph, have had our visions.
+We dreamed of the bright things, the
+noble achievements, the splendid triumphs
+which life would bring; but as life
+unfolded her stern sequences of reality,
+the golden lines of our dreams vanished,
+the splendid tints of the morning melted
+into the light of common day.</p>
+
+<p>Or perhaps our dreams have not
+gathered round ourselves, but round
+others&mdash;Love, which sets her objects
+in such golden lights, that she sees
+visions for them brighter than ambitions
+can dream for itself.</p>
+
+<p>It may be only the little child, whose
+prattle half-pleases, half-worries you;
+but you are delighted to be so worried
+to win such pleasure. The dear innocence
+of its winsome ways, its simpleness and
+quaint airs of sagacity, are perpetual
+fascinations. In their lives we live; and
+for them we see visions and dream
+dreams.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"Thou wert a vision of delight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bless us given;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Beauty embodied to our sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A glimpse of heaven."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>But the vision of delight fades. The
+promise which the vision gave seems to
+be denied its fulfilment.</p>
+
+<p>It may be the young man, standing on
+the threshold of life, bearing himself
+with quietness of manner, but full of
+a happy gentleness and thoughtfulness
+towards others, and gifted with a sweet
+and rare conscientiousness in little things.</p>
+
+<p>Or, again, it may be the man of
+maturer years, full of high and chivalrous
+impulses, ready like a knight of old
+to gird on his sword, and yearning to
+fill his life with worthy deeds, and yet
+blending, with all noble martial ardour,
+tender and generous thoughts for those
+who are dear, dearer than life, to his
+heart.</p>
+
+<p>At this season&mdash;teeming with tender
+and sorrowful memories&mdash;visions such
+as these rush back upon our thoughts.
+The deep pathos and the sad tragedy
+of life speak to us out of such memories;
+for what golden dreams gathered round
+the heads of those who were so dear;
+and what sorrow is ours, when with
+the revolutions of the sun, the visions
+melt away; and all the hope, the promise,
+the expectation of achievement are exchanged
+for sorrow and solitude of heart.
+Then we too, like Joseph, find that
+our dreams can fade; we too encounter
+the gloomy days which succeed the bright
+morning of our hopes. We are imprisoned
+with sorrow; the iron enters into our
+soul; the bars of stern adversity shut
+out the cheerful sunlight of other days.</p>
+
+<p>In such hours, when life, which seemed
+at one time so full of glorious meanings,
+droops into darkness and seems to grow
+cold and insignificant, our stay must be
+that of Joseph. Our trust must be in
+the living God. The vision seems to
+have lost its meaning. Life has become,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span>
+to our sorrow-stricken hearts, flat, stale
+profitless, and meaningless; but it is not
+so. There is One who can fulfil our best
+dreams and give back to us their lost
+meanings. "Do not interpretations belong
+to God?"</p>
+
+<p>Our trust must be in Him, and in none
+else. True, there is often to be met with
+in life the easy chatterer who will take
+upon himself to explain everything for
+us. All things are easy to the man
+who has never faced mental anguish or
+heart-sorrow. He will not hesitate to
+interpret our dreams for us, but his
+pretensions are vain. The dream and
+the meaning of the dream are for us
+alone. Men may soothe us in our grief.
+Their kindness and their attempted
+sympathy may be welcome to us, as
+the faded bunch of flowers from a child's
+hot hand may be sweet and acceptable;
+but to read the meaning of the vision,
+and to explain it aright, to disclose its
+fulfilment, showing to us that nothing
+is vain and no vision wholly meaningless&mdash;to
+do all this belongs to God; for do
+not interpretations belong to Him? He
+alone can sustain our trust in the trials
+of life. He alone can give us back the
+visions which so soon vanished from our
+sight.</p>
+
+<p>The power to realise this constitutes
+the difference between the secular and
+the spiritual disposition. In the view
+of one poet, man is but a compound
+of dust and tears. Life is but sorrow
+mingled with earthliness; but better
+and higher than Swinburne's thought
+is Wordsworth's teaching. The older
+poet has the nobler view. He will not
+let life sink down to a mere secular
+meaning; it is more than grief and
+earth. There is that in us which transcends
+the earth and can triumph over
+tears:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"Oh! joy that in our embers<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Is something that doth live."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Into the world we came, but not as
+mere dust, to be mingled with tears.
+There was a breath of the Almighty
+which breathed upon us:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"With trailing clouds of glory did we come<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">From God, who is our home!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The divine spark is ours. It kindles
+a light and a fire. It calls forth visions
+past all imagining. Our young men, by
+a Divine Spirit's help, may see visions,
+and our old men dream dreams. And
+these visions are not mere idle fancies,
+creations of our folly or of our ambition.
+True, there are foolish visions
+and empty dreams; but all visions are
+not foolish, nor are all dreams empty.
+Far more empty is the soul that has
+no visions, to whom no bright and
+noble outlook upon life's possibilities
+can ever come. This is what Shakespeare
+recognises. Theseus is the man
+of action. He has dealt with the hard
+prosaic work-a-day world. To him the
+visions of the poet or dramatist are
+alike empty imaginings. The grandest
+and the most foolish are alike only
+beautiful bubbles which will vanish with
+all their rich colourings into empty air.
+The work of the poor players, who
+labour in their foolish fashion to give
+him pleasure, is no worse and no better
+than that of the most finished actors.
+To him all ideas or visions are unpractical
+and unreal. He is a man of
+action, loving deeds and despising
+dreams.</p>
+
+<p>There is a sort of virtue in this;
+but how secular it all is, how low
+and insignificant life becomes, if no noble
+ideas and no heavenly visions environ
+it! How vain its achievements, if there
+be no promised land and no divine
+fire to give light in the night season!
+And so Shakespeare lets us see that,
+while idle dreams are vain enough,
+yet that for a man to be wholly
+without them, and to be destitute of
+ideas and visions, is to be poor indeed.</p>
+
+<p>The true idea of life lifts us above
+the secular plane and places us where
+the heavenly vision is possible, and
+where the Shekinah light of God's presence
+is ever visible&mdash;though seen now
+as cloud, and now as flame.</p>
+
+<p>But for the full meaning of all the
+visions and experiences of life, we must
+wait. The vision is from God; the experience
+is from God; from Him will
+come the explanation. "Do not interpretations
+belong to God?" The vision
+was given us yesterday&mdash;we must wait
+for its interpretation; the meaning
+comes to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p>It is in the spirit of this principle
+that our Lord spoke, "What I do thou
+knowest not now; but thou shalt know
+hereafter." So at another time He
+spoke: "It is not for you to know the
+times and the seasons." There is a
+sweet interpreting "afterwards" of life's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span>
+bitter experience. "No chastening seemeth
+to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless
+afterward it yieldeth the peaceable
+fruit of righteousness unto them
+which are exercised thereby." Our faith
+carries us forward to that interpreting
+hereafter, when once we realise that
+interpretations belong to God.</p>
+
+<p>Herein we are not different from
+Christ our Master. He had the vision
+of the world conquered, but the vision
+faded; and in its place came Gethsemane
+and Calvary, the loneliness and the
+cross. And yet afterwards came the
+interpretation. The vision, though it
+faded for a time, did not die out unfulfilled.
+The kingdoms of the world
+are becoming the kingdoms of the Lord
+and of His Christ.</p>
+
+<p>So it is the order of life that first
+should come the glory of the vision;
+then the fading of its colours, the
+grey day and the postponed realisation;
+and then afterwards the glorious interpretation.
+Not <em>now</em> is the interpretation.
+Now is the sadness, now the
+sense of disappointment, now the temptation
+to think that all brightness is
+gone, and all hope lost; but hereafter
+the love which gave the vision and the
+love which took it away will make all
+plain&mdash;no whit of the beauty and the
+beatitude which the vision promised
+will be lost. The vision is for an appointed
+time. Till then, rest in the
+Lord; wait patiently for Him. The
+gem hidden in the earth will yet
+sparkle in heaven's light. The meaning
+of all will be made plain, hereafter,
+in God's own light and in God's
+own way; for interpretations belong to
+God.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-027.jpg" width="450" height="292" alt="cathedral" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">A VIEW OF RIPON CATHEDRAL.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>From the Drawing by Herbert Railton.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-028.jpg" width="450" height="283" alt="Circumvented" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>CIRCUMVENTED.</h2>
+
+<h3>A Complete Story. By the Author of "Lady Jane's Companion."</h3>
+
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-028ab.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="97" class="cap" />
+<p class="cap_1">"I tell you he does
+not <em>dream</em> of
+Dolly. How can
+you imagine anything
+so absurd?"</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>That was how
+the family tyrant
+addressed her
+mother, and poor
+Mrs. Rhodes was,
+as ever, annihilated. It was a vain thing
+to try and brave Georgiana. There she
+stood in the window, majestic, the eldest
+daughter, her straight hair stiffly ridged
+with hot irons, her face pale, and her
+lips determined, altogether handsome,
+but very hard. Behind her one had a
+glimpse of a forlorn little figure wandering
+in the grass. The sight of that
+lonely figure, and a dim idea of its unhappiness,
+made the poor lady pluck up
+spirit to murmur still&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I&mdash;I thought that Freddy&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Impossible!" said Georgiana; her
+voice vibrated with a little more than
+disdain. "Why, what could he see in a
+stupid little goose like that? It would
+be cheaper to buy a sixpenny doll and
+set it up in his house; then at least he
+could always change it. But if he wants
+a wife&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>In the garden Dolly was walking rather
+sadly among the trees, and her white
+skirts brushed against the grass like a
+sigh. She was a little slip of a thing
+with Irish eyes, great and grey, always
+brimming with either a laugh or tears;
+and she had the dearest eager face in
+the world. It was a troubled face now,
+for she could not understand why life
+had been made bitter to her just lately.
+Perhaps it was because of some unwitting
+sin, perhaps because the family tyrant
+felt, like her, the approaching parting
+with their old playfellow. Georgiana
+had a peculiar way of showing when
+she was vexed.</p>
+
+<p>The Rev. Frederick Cockburn had
+not always been six feet high and a
+parson. And for the greater part of
+their lives they had only been parted by
+a garden wall. Even when he was
+at college he was continually running
+down, and they had never made a plan
+without him; he belonged to the girls
+like a brother. Later he had had to
+admonish them as a curate, but he had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span>
+been their old comrade still. Of course,
+he was lucky to get a living offered to
+him so young, and it was only right that
+he should accept it, but still it was a
+blow.</p>
+
+<p>Freddy had run in so often to talk it
+over (the girls knew all about his house
+and his parish, down to the woman
+who played the harmonium and dragged
+the chants) that they had forgotten it
+was so far away. Now they had suddenly
+to remember.</p>
+
+<p>Dolly was under the weeping ash,
+where she and Freddy had hidden when
+they were little. Georgiana had had
+the biggest bite of the apple, and then
+she had deserted and said, "I'll tell!"
+How she would miss him! Always he
+had been her champion, defending her
+when Georgiana was angry and pulled
+her hair. And although these days were
+past she wanted him more than ever.
+It had hurt her lately that he should
+have been monopolised by Georgiana and
+that she had been thrust back and made
+a third. He was a young housekeeper,
+and the eldest daughter could talk
+of carpets and curtains and butcher's
+bills. To Dolly life was a weary nightmare
+of Freddy serious in a chair, and
+Georgiana giving him good advice. Vainly
+she tried to keep her lip steady, leaning
+her head in among the leaves.</p>
+
+<p>Half a mile away a black object was
+sitting on a fence whistling impatiently,
+inwardly furious with Georgiana.</p>
+
+<p>"If she would only come out of the
+gate!" he said, hitting wildly at all the
+buttercups in his reach. "If she'd only
+give me a chance. But she's just pinned
+to Dolly, and I never can get a minute."</p>
+
+<p>His whistle grew more lugubrious.</p>
+
+<p>"And I'm off to-morrow!"</p>
+
+<p>Never in the ancient days, when he
+used to stand in front of his younger
+playmate and defy Georgiana, had he
+felt her to be such a tyrant. He longed
+to stand up to her and shake his fist at
+her as of old. An instant he stood on
+the highest rail of the fence to reconnoitre
+beyond the trees, and then sat
+down again in despair.</p>
+
+<p>"I know she thinks I'm not good
+enough for Dolly," he said; "we always
+were enemies, but she might let me ask
+her. It's Dolly's business."</p>
+
+<p>Then he jumped down in a hurry that
+would have been undignified in any
+vicar less young and eager. Among the
+trees he had caught sight of the unaccompanied
+white flutter of Dolly's dress.</p>
+
+<p>At the familiar whistle she started,
+reddening and glancing fearfully towards
+the house.</p>
+
+<p>The tyrant's ears were sharp, but for
+once it appeared that she had not
+heard it, and Dolly rushed down the
+tree-hidden path to the gate. Her head
+was just under the green branches and
+they caught at her hair as she hurried,
+the prettiest picture in all the garden,
+with a quaint little forward stagger.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Freddy!" she said.</p>
+
+<p>He was leaning over the gate, which
+was fastened with a complicated arrangement
+of twisted string, meant to hold
+it together and keep it shut. There was
+something earnest and business-like in
+his manner; he hardly smiled at her
+greeting, and it hurt her. His face was
+so desperately solemn.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you want Georgiana?" she said,
+bravely, "to&mdash;to talk about&mdash;furniture?"</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her reproachfully across
+the gate.</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly," he said, "how can you be so
+unkind? I've been haunting the place
+for hours, watching to catch you alone.
+I've no chance if I go to the house,
+and&mdash;and I can't <em>stand</em> housekeeping
+and chairs and tables&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>At the emphatic climax they had to
+laugh. He was struggling mechanically
+with the string, and Dolly was making
+believe to help him.</p>
+
+<p>"You used always to jump it," she
+said. Their hands touched as they
+fumbled at it, and she felt a new and
+disturbing thrill. "Hadn't you better
+do that, if you have not become too
+grand?"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't," said Freddy. Ah, their fingers
+had been too near; he caught hers and
+held them tight. "They are all chaffing
+me about being a Vicar and having a
+house and all that. Asking if I've got
+anybody to put into it. But what's
+the good if you can't get the girl you
+want?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said Dolly, looking startled and
+shrinking as far as the imprisoned hand
+would allow. He held it fast.</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly," he said, "we've always been
+chums, you and I. Let me tell you, and
+then you must tell me honestly if you
+think&mdash;if I've got any chance&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He was interrupted.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that you, Freddy? What a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span>
+blessing! I wanted to tell you what you
+must do about the study."</p>
+
+<p>It was with a kind of terror that he
+saw Georgiana charging down upon
+them remorselessly through the trees.
+Dolly had wrung her hand away and
+vanished with a little sound like a gasp,
+and he, on the wrong side of the gate,
+was almost speechless with wrath and
+temper.</p>
+
+<p>"If a man can't furnish his own study
+as he likes&mdash;&mdash;" he stammered darkly,
+turning on his heel. Georgiana was
+like a fate.</p>
+
+<p>"What was Freddy saying?"</p>
+
+<p>A rather sad little face was visible
+among the leaves of the weeping ash.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-030.jpg" width="450" height="381" alt="Georgiana" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">He saw Georgiana charging down upon them.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I don't know, Georgiana. He was
+just beginning&mdash;I think he has fallen in
+love again."</p>
+
+<p>The elder girl glanced at her young
+sister with a gleam of suspicion, but
+Dolly had spoken in all good faith.
+And, indeed, in the dim past Freddy
+had once or twice been smitten and
+had confided his troubles to the kind
+ears of Dolly. They had been slight
+affairs and, although unhappy, always
+less tragic than laughable.</p>
+
+<p>"He did not say who it was?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered Dolly, "because you
+interrupted. I&mdash;I&mdash;I'm trying to guess."</p>
+
+<p>Georgiana turned her back on the
+wistful grey Irish eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Can't you?" she said, and walked
+away, utterly hard-hearted.</p>
+
+<p class="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*</p>
+
+<p>That evening there was a formidable
+leave-taking. To Freddy Cockburn it was
+a nightmare.</p>
+
+<p>As he sat in the drawing-room being
+talked to by Georgiana and Mrs. Rhodes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span>
+(Dolly was very silent) he grew desperate.
+The last precious minutes were ticking
+loudly, now and then marked by a warning
+whirr, as the
+grandfather's clock
+reproached him.</p>
+
+<p>He listened to
+them, but all the
+while he was wandering
+backwards
+hand in hand with
+Dolly&mdash;Dolly who
+now sat so distantly
+in the window.</p>
+
+<p>With a start his
+mind came back
+impatiently to the
+present.</p>
+
+<p>"Good-bye, my
+dear boy. We shall
+hear how you get
+on. Your mother will
+write and tell us&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"You must let me
+know how you
+manage about the
+stairs," said Georgiana.</p>
+
+<p>They accompanied
+him to the door,
+lingering affectionately
+to watch him
+go, and behind them
+the great brown
+clock was ticking the
+last, last minutes
+reproachfully. He
+shook hands and
+waited, desperately
+bold.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you come to
+the gate with me,
+Dolly?"</p>
+
+<p>There was a slight
+pause at that abrupt
+invitation. He saw
+Dolly involuntarily start forward and
+then hesitate, with a faint red wonderment
+in her cheek. He waited, gazing
+back eagerly at his fate in the balance.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Dolly&mdash;come along!" said
+Georgiana.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center">II.</p>
+
+<p>The Vicar of Little Easter was in
+his study. He had not been writing
+sermons, but pens were lying
+about the table, and there were
+other signs of an intellectual struggle.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-031.jpg" width="350" height="460" alt="Old" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">The old lady looked up keenly.&mdash;<em>p. 222.</em></p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"I can't do it," he said at last,
+crumpling up many fragments of blotted
+paper, each the unlucky beginning of a
+letter. Then he thrust his hands through
+his hair, giving it a despairing rumple.</p>
+
+<p>"It's no good," he said. "I can't put
+it in a letter, and it does look a
+cowardly way of&mdash;asking. Like chalking
+up a thing and running round the
+corner. If I were a girl and a fellow
+wrote to me instead of coming and
+standing to his guns, I should call it&mdash;cheek."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear Dolly&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He tore the last attempt furiously
+across.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"She would think it was a joke and
+show it all round the family for them
+to laugh at it too," he lamented; "if
+Georgiana did not kidnap it first. I
+don't think she would stick at that,
+and I'm afraid she regularly hates me.
+Queer!"</p>
+
+<p>He stared forlornly at the heap of
+papers, and then all at once an idea
+struck him and he jumped up.</p>
+
+<p>"Hurrah!"</p>
+
+<p>With sudden energy he flung out of
+his study and crossed the hall. His
+mother was sitting in her room&mdash;the
+only place that was quite in order&mdash;stitching
+rings on curtains. She was
+going to stay and put him to rights
+before returning home and leaving him
+in his glory.</p>
+
+<p>"What is the matter, Freddy?" she
+said.</p>
+
+<p>"I was thinking," said the Vicar
+soberly, "that you've a lot to do.
+Couldn't you ask one of the girls over
+while you are here to help?"</p>
+
+<p>"If you think the place is ready for
+visitors," said Mrs. Cockburn, smiling.
+The girls were, of course, Freddy's old
+companions.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you might ask Dolly; I'm sure
+she wouldn't mind."</p>
+
+<p>The old lady looked up keenly, but
+his manner was very careless.</p>
+
+<p>"Why not Georgiana?" she inquired.
+"Eldest first."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think she could be spared
+just now," said the Vicar, hiding his
+alarm, "and&mdash;and I'd like the place to
+be tidy before she came."</p>
+
+<p>So Mrs. Cockburn wrote and invited
+Dolly.</p>
+
+<p>The answer came very quickly: Dolly
+could not leave home just now.</p>
+
+<p>While his mother was reading out the
+many sufficient reasons, Freddy stared
+hopelessly across at the fatal letter. His
+face expressed utter dejection until
+about halfway through. At the last
+clause it lighted up with an inspiration.
+He leaned over the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Then, mother, of course, you'll ask
+Georgiana?"</p>
+
+<p>His mother glanced at him oddly.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you want her?"</p>
+
+<p>"Want her?" cried the Vicar. "Rather!"</p>
+
+<p>There was no mistaking the eagerness
+in his voice. It betrayed itself in the
+very stammer with which he proceeded.</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't know she would come, but
+if Dolly's to manage the school treat
+this year, and if Dolly's to take the
+club, they won't want Georgiana. Tell
+her we can't possibly get the house put
+to rights without her. Say whatever
+you think will bring her. Only make
+her come."</p>
+
+<p>He got up and fetched his writing
+things from the study. Mrs. Cockburn
+had to write the invitation then and
+there, almost to his dictation.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell her she <em>must</em> come!" he cried
+impetuously, rushing away to look for a
+stamp, and then riding in with the
+letter himself to catch the early post.
+Mrs. Cockburn looked after him amused,
+but just a little bit disappointed.</p>
+
+<p>"It's Georgiana then, after all," she
+said.</p>
+
+<p class="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*</p>
+
+<p>Three days later Georgiana was installed
+at Little Easter.</p>
+
+<p>She arrived with rather too many
+clothes for a person who was to help in
+getting a house in order, but that did
+not prevent her from buckling to. Mrs.
+Cockburn, a kind old lady with a twinkle
+of humour to comfort her in her trials,
+was taken aback by her visitor's authoritative
+grasp at the reins; but Freddy,
+having suffered more nearly from her
+tyrannical ways, thought he had never
+known her so gracious. In fact, he
+repented himself of the hard things he
+had been thinking&mdash;of all but a certain
+determination.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't believe she hates me really,"
+he thought. "It was only that she
+didn't want me to marry Dolly."</p>
+
+<p>He made that reflection whilst shaving
+with care the morning after her arrival.
+On coming down to breakfast he found
+her at her post. She had already whisked
+away half the litter that was hampering
+the breakfast-room, and was making the
+tea. As he came in she nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning, Freddy. Your mother
+is breakfasting in her room. What a
+wilderness your house is at present!
+The first thing after breakfast will be
+to have a man in and put down the
+carpets."</p>
+
+<p>"But they <em>are</em> down," stammered the
+Vicar, who had laboured hard all the
+past week.</p>
+
+<p>"All crooked," said Georgiana.</p>
+
+<p>She poured out his tea and sat down
+opposite, with an air of calm superiority
+and possession (which the Vicar was too<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span>
+agitated to remark). Having long since
+made up her mind as to what she wanted,
+she was not unduly elated at the present
+turn of affairs. Freddy was always
+fickle, and it had taken very little pains
+to keep him apart from Dolly while
+that fancy lasted. It was not her part
+to consider Dolly&mdash;Dolly, years younger,
+and pretty, and always liked.</p>
+
+<p>Something like exultation glittered in
+Georgiana's eyes. She had a glimpse of
+Dolly at home and smiled; her triumph
+was pitiless.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, by-the-bye," she said. "Your
+idea of furnishing the drawing-room is
+too ridiculous. It ought to be smart
+and shiny&mdash;a company room. You don't
+want old pictures
+and comfortable
+chairs!"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't I?" said
+the Vicar with a
+half-smile, thinking
+whose whims
+he had tried to
+suit in the furnishing.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said
+Georgiana. Her
+tone was lordly.
+"I'll tell you
+what I will do.
+You shall drive
+me into the town,
+and I will help
+you to choose
+what you really
+want."</p>
+
+<p>"Do&mdash;&mdash;," began
+the Vicar, and
+then stopped
+hastily, reddening.
+She looked at
+him witheringly,
+unaware that the
+word suppressed
+had been simply
+"Dolly."</p>
+
+<p>"In the meantime&mdash;&mdash;"
+she
+vouchsafed after
+a crushing pause.
+He looked up suddenly
+from his
+letters.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid
+you'll be dull,
+Georgiana," he
+said, rising. "It's
+awfully good of you to come, and perhaps
+you can find some amusement.
+You can do what you like, you know&mdash;so
+long as you don't touch my study, or
+trick it up like a heathen place in
+Japan. The fact is, I find I must leave
+you and mother for a day or two. Is
+that the dogcart? My train is at half-past
+ten."</p>
+
+<p>Georgiana looked out of the window.
+There was the dogcart, and a beast of a
+brown horse pawing and snorting, to
+take him away to the country station.
+She turned round angrily, like a person
+who had been cheated.</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" she asked.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-033.jpg" width="350" height="455" alt="Dolly" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"Dolly!" he cried in a voice of triumph.&mdash;<em>p. 224.</em></p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Freddy had left the breakfast table,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span>
+and was stacking his letters behind the
+clock. He answered her with a kind of
+chuckle&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Important business."</p>
+
+<p>Three minutes later, he was running
+down the stairs, got up for a journey.
+Mrs. Cockburn was just saying good-morning
+to the rather blank-looking
+visitor, and he kissed her hurriedly.</p>
+
+<p>"I must go off at once," he said.
+"Georgiana will explain. And I say,
+mother"&mdash;in a tone of anxious hospitality&mdash;"don't
+let her go home, or
+anything, till I come back. I must catch
+the early train."</p>
+
+
+<p class="center">III.</p>
+
+<p>Dolly was all alone.</p>
+
+<p>There was no dragon guarding
+her, and she might wander unwatched
+about the garden, unvexed
+by the family tyrant's whim.
+However, she sat forlornly under the
+willow tree.</p>
+
+<p>She was disappointed at not being
+allowed to go and visit Mrs. Cockburn,
+but, queerly enough, it had hurt her
+more to find her refusal met by that
+urgent invitation to Georgiana. It was
+a much warmer letter. Mrs. Cockburn
+had been told in inviting Georgiana to
+say whatever would bring her, and she
+had according written&mdash;"Freddy says
+she <em>must</em> come," twice.</p>
+
+<p>They were ringing in Dolly's ears,
+these impetuously written words; but
+she had not any right to be angry&mdash;and
+hardly any right to be sad. Only,
+if that message had been in <em>her</em> letters,
+she would have defied them all.</p>
+
+<p>The sun burnt down over all the garden,
+except under the sad green shade
+of the willow tree. Afterwards, it sank
+lower and lower behind the beeches
+until it was almost dusk. It was then
+that Dolly heard a familiar whistle.</p>
+
+<p>She started up from the grass, and
+her wistful face was scarlet. It must
+be imagination.</p>
+
+<p>Almost before she knew it she was
+hurrying up the path.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" she gasped, finding herself at
+the gate, and ready to turn and fly as
+the strange whistler came in sight. Her
+heart beat too fast for her to hear any
+step. As if it could be him!</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly!" he cried, in a voice of
+triumph.</p>
+
+<p>"How did you get here?" she
+panted.</p>
+
+<p>He vaulted the gate this time, and
+was immediately by her side.</p>
+
+<p>"By train," he said coolly. "As soon
+as I'd got Georgiana safe I bolted."</p>
+
+<p>Dolly paled slightly. Had he come to
+make an announcement?</p>
+
+<p>"Will you come in to mother?" she
+said faintly; but Freddy barred the
+way.</p>
+
+<p>"No," he said. "I won't."</p>
+
+<p>She was almost frightened. He was so
+white and eager, and so emphatic.</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly," he said, "I've got my chance
+at last. Georgiana thinks I'm not half
+good enough for you, and I'm sure it's
+true, but I don't care, she'd no right to
+fight as she did for her lofty plans. It's
+your business. And Dolly&mdash;Dolly&mdash;I love
+you so!"</p>
+
+<p class="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*</p>
+
+<p>"I like the house," said Georgiana.</p>
+
+<p>She spoke in a slightly patronising
+tone, and poor Mrs. Cockburn sighed.</p>
+
+<p>"It is rather big," she said. "But if
+Freddy should marry and settle down&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"It will not be too big," declared
+Georgiana. "I have been drawing up
+my ideas about the rooms. And I
+have toiled all the morning in the
+study." Mrs. Cockburn looked alarmed.
+Even in a possible daughter-in-law this
+was rather drastic.</p>
+
+<p>"He will not like you to touch his
+study."</p>
+
+<p>"I know. He charged me to let it
+alone," said Georgiana calmly; "but it is
+no good giving in to a man's absurd
+notions, and he had crammed it with
+such extraordinary things. I have made
+it look like another place."</p>
+
+<p>Again Freddy's mother sighed. It was
+the familiar tone of the family tyrant.
+She sighed for Freddy.</p>
+
+<p>The sigh was interrupted by his return.
+Unexpectedly as he had disappeared
+yesterday, he came back. They heard
+him cross the hall with a long, quick,
+eager step, and then he burst in upon
+them, a boy again.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, where have you been?" asked
+his mother, smiling. He was so tired
+and dusty, and so excited.</p>
+
+<p>The Vicar looked at her like a school-boy,
+half-proud, half-shy.</p>
+
+<p>"I've been to the old place," he said,
+"to ask Dolly if she would have me.
+And she says 'Yes.'"</p>
+
+<p class="sig">
+<span class="smcap">R. Ramsay.</span>
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>THE END OF THE
+SONG</h2>
+
+<h3>BY F. E. WEATHERLY.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/i-035.jpg" width="426" height="600" alt="poem" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">
+(<em>By permission of the Berlin Photographic Co.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I read to you one golden morn among the leaves of June,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flowers were sweet around our feet, the river sang its tune,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know not what the story was that stole upon your ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I only saw your listening eyes were full of tender tears.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I sang to you when twilight fell, and all the world had flown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A song that rose from out my heart and was for you alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot tell what words I sang,&mdash;of gladness or of pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I only knew I felt your heart give back the sweet refrain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when the night in silence rose, and all the song was o'er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The world was full of happiness I ne'er had known before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know not what I told you then or what you said to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I only knew your heart was mine for all the years to be.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2>SOME REMARKABLE SERVICES</h2>
+
+<h3><em>IN VARIOUS PARTS OF THE COUNTRY.</em></h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i-036.jpg" width="400" height="411" alt="Braddan" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">(<em>Photo: K. J. Harrison and Co., Kewaigue, Isle of Man.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">SUNDAY AT KIRK BRADDAN.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-036a.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="98" class="cap" />
+
+
+<p class="cap_1">Up and down the country
+there are several religious
+services held
+which are remarkable,
+not so much
+on account of the
+character of the
+service as in consequence
+of the
+strange places in which they take
+place. Of course, there are strange services&mdash;a
+few of which are detailed later&mdash;but,/
+nevertheless, the majority obtain
+their notoriety by reason of their unusual
+place of assembly.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>For instance, who has not heard of
+the famous open-air service at Kirk
+Braddan churchyard in the Isle of Man?&mdash;a
+service which on an August Bank
+Holiday Sunday has attracted a congregation
+of twelve thousand people.
+Indeed, so great has been the crush on
+occasions that it has been impossible for
+the collection plate to reach all those
+gathered within sound of the preacher's
+voice&mdash;a truly lamentable fact from the
+churchwardens' point of view.</p>
+
+<p>If the weather is fine, these open-air
+services begin, as a rule, on Whit Sunday
+and continue to the end of September,
+or, virtually during the whole of the
+holiday season. They were instituted in
+a somewhat remarkable way by a former
+vicar, "Parson Drury," as he was familiarly
+called, when it was decided to build
+Kirk Braddan New Church in consequence
+of the old church falling out of repair
+and being altogether inadequate as far<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span>
+as size was concerned for the worshippers
+who attended. Accordingly, while the
+new church was in process of erection,
+Mr. Drury conceived the happy idea of
+using the spacious churchyard, and so
+popular was the innovation that it has
+been kept up in the summer ever since.</p>
+
+<p>Now the services are conducted by the
+present vicar&mdash;the Rev. Canon Moore&mdash;and,
+fittingly enough, his pulpit is the
+immense limestone slab erected to the
+memory of the founder of the churchyard
+services, "Parson Drury." It was
+felt, when the good man died, that no
+better memorial could be raised than a
+stone which might be utilised as a pulpit
+in the "Nature's church" where he had
+delivered so many powerful sermons.</p>
+
+<p>The hymn-papers are distributed as
+the people pour into the churchyard
+on Sunday morning. The hymns are
+most heartily sung by the congregation.
+They are well known, and the
+tunes are also such as all can join in,
+and the effect of eight or ten thousand
+voices singing the simple strains is
+wonderful.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-037.jpg" width="350" height="262" alt="eggs" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">A VIEW IN ST. JOHN'S, STREATHAM.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>Showing the eggs presented for the Egg Service.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>During the summer the aggregate
+number of worshippers amounts to sixty
+or seventy thousand, from all parts of
+the United Kingdom, but principally
+Lancashire and Yorkshire. Many people
+join in the service which is going on
+at the same time in Braddan new church
+close at hand, but the great majority
+prefer the open air under the shadow of
+the old trees and the venerable church.</p>
+
+<p>It is rather remarkable that the Isle of
+Man should also possess what is believed
+by many to be the largest open-air service
+in the world. There are some folk
+who think that the Sunday service in
+Hyde Park answers to this description,
+though it is certain, in point of size,
+there is not a great deal of difference between
+that and the one held on Douglas
+Head.</p>
+
+<p>There is, in reality, apart from the size,
+nothing very special to say about this service
+on Douglas Head. It is an ordinary
+service of an exceedingly simple character.
+Every attempt, however, is made
+to get a first-rate preacher, and two or
+three bishops have taken the service.
+Archdeacon Sinclair, who is a frequent
+visitor to Manxland, has officiated on
+several occasions. As at Kirk Braddan,
+the congregational singing is the great
+feature of the service. The Bishop of
+Sodor and Man is naturally the most<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span>
+popular of all the prelates who figure
+prominently at these services.</p>
+
+<p>After these monster services, it is a
+delightful change to come to the "Egg
+Service," which was instituted in 1894 by
+the Rev. S. Alfred Johnston of St. John's,
+Streatham. It was thought that one of
+the most beautiful ways of observing
+Hospital Sunday would be to send a
+consignment of eggs to some of the
+patients in the great London hospitals,
+and accordingly the congregation were
+requested to make their offerings of eggs
+on the day when the various churches
+unite in rendering financial aid to the
+institutions in question.</p>
+
+<p>The "Egg Service," like most other
+things, had a small beginning, for only
+220 eggs were contributed the first year.
+In 1895 the number of eggs rose to 446,
+while the year following no less than
+1,618 eggs were given. It was felt, however,
+that in Jubilee year a special effort
+ought to be made in view of the general
+assistance then being afforded to the
+hospitals by the scheme of the Prince
+of Wales, and so a "Jubilee" offering
+was arranged.</p>
+
+<p>The service succeeded beyond all anticipations.
+Over five thousand eggs were
+to be seen in St. John's Church on Hospital
+Sunday, and the arrival of the various
+members of the congregation, carrying
+baskets of new-laid eggs, excited a great
+deal of local interest. By some means
+Her Royal Highness the Duchess of
+York heard of the service that year, and
+sent a sovereign to be spent on eggs.
+For this sum two hundred were obtained,
+the difficulties of transit alone preventing
+the Duchess from personally sending the
+eggs. It is only right to add that the
+giving of the delicacies referred to in no
+way interferes with the financial offertory
+at the service, which is forwarded to
+the Hospital Sunday Fund.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-038.jpg" width="450" height="369" alt="pit" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: J. Chenhalls, Redruth.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">A REMARKABLE SERVICE IN THE GWENNAP PIT.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>There is some prospect of these "Egg
+Services" becoming an institution in other
+parts. This year the Essex town of
+Maldon has followed the good example<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span>
+set at Streatham. Carey Church, Reading,
+also made an initial effort of the
+same kind this year.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i-039.jpg" width="400" height="294" alt="Tower" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: Taunt and Co., Oxford.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">THE TOWER SERVICE AT OXFORD.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>These "Egg Services," inasmuch as they
+help the needy, call to mind the "Doll
+Service" that is held at St. Mary-at-Hill,
+Eastcheap, the church of the Rev. W.
+Carlile, the founder of the Church Army.
+On the Sunday before Christmas the congregation
+are requested to bring dolls,
+which are laid on a table near the altar.
+The gentlemen as well as the ladies are
+expected to provide a doll in some way
+or other, and consequently a goodly
+number of these ever-popular playthings
+are dispensed on Christmas Eve to the
+poorest of children in the East End of
+London. Mr. Carlile's service is now a
+fixed institution.</p>
+
+<p>The followers of John Wesley are
+numerically very strong in Cornwall, and
+it is not surprising therefore that the
+strangest service held by that denomination
+takes place in that part of the
+country. A service in an old quarry is a
+decided novelty, and the fame of the
+"Gwennap Pit" service is justly popular
+with its lusty-voiced congregation of
+Cornishmen. Every Whit Monday the
+gathering takes place, so the Methodists
+within a radius of twenty miles are able
+to make it a day of pleasure as well as
+profit. The pit is situated not far from
+the quaint little town of Redruth.</p>
+
+<p>The quarry forms a natural amphitheatre.
+Circular in form, and possessing
+row after row of steps, it is able to seat
+a good congregation, most of the members
+of which arrive by brakes. In the centre
+a sort of rostrum is erected for the various
+speakers, for addresses (and not a sermon)
+are the order of the day.</p>
+
+<p>In days gone by John Wesley preached
+in this disused quarry to crowded congregations.
+Cornish folk always welcomed
+heartily the founder of Methodism, and
+they hold this monster service in memory
+of the time when Wesley frequently used
+the pit, first of all because it was the
+only place big enough, and secondly on
+account of the fact that it was the only
+one he was allowed to use. As a rule,
+great preachers are not invited, as the
+congregation prefer to hear the leading
+"local preachers." It is the boast of many
+a man that he first attended with his
+grandfather, who had already spent a good
+many Whit Mondays at Gwennap Pit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The Oxford "May Morning" service is
+well known throughout the country, chiefly
+because it is the oldest of such gatherings,
+and&mdash;what is more&mdash;by far the best attended.
+It is held, as everybody knows,
+upon St. Mary Magdalen's tower at
+five o'clock in the morning, and is attended
+by the President and Fellows of
+the college as well as the members of
+the choir. A few strangers, however,
+are admitted, and, all told, the number of
+people on the tower amounts to about
+two hundred. The crowd in the street
+below, however, runs into thousands, instead
+of hundreds, as the illustration of
+the people on the bridge which crosses
+the River Cherwell fully bears out.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-040.jpg" width="450" height="315" alt="watching" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: Taunt and Co., Oxford.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">WATCHING THE SERVICE ON ST. MARY MAGDALEN'S TOWER, OXFORD.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>A crowd which gathered at four o'clock a.m.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>No matter what event takes place, the
+service is held on May Day. The crowd
+begins to assemble soon after four o'clock
+in the morning, when the bells begin to
+ring, warning the citizens that the time
+of service is approaching. At half-past
+four the choir begins to assemble, and
+one by one the members begin to make
+their way to the top of the tower,
+which very soon presents an animated
+appearance on account of the limited space
+to be obtained. When at last the hour
+of five arrives, and the clocks of the city
+begin to denote the time of day, the
+choir bursts forth into song ere the
+clocks have ceased striking.</p>
+
+<p>The holding of the service confers upon
+the college the right of presentation to the
+living of Slimbridge in Gloucestershire,
+upon the income of which there is said
+to be an annual charge of ten pounds
+for the music on the top of the college
+tower. Similar services were at one
+time held at St. Paul's Cathedral,
+and at Abingdon, but after a time
+the custom died out. There is, however,
+no likelihood of that happening
+at Oxford, the service now having too
+great a hold upon the favour of the
+public.</p>
+
+<p>Every July a most remarkable service<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span>
+is held at Folkestone. Like the majority
+of seaside resorts, Folkestone owns a big
+fishing industry, and it was felt that a
+service of thanksgiving for the harvest
+of the sea was just as desirable as the
+ordinary harvest festival. So every year
+the clergy and choir of the parish
+church march through the streets,
+singing hymns, and when the harbour is
+reached the fisher-folk join in the service
+of praise to God for the blessings
+vouchsafed in the past, and pray to be
+kept safe from harm in following their
+dangerous avocation, and also for "heavy
+catches" in the year to come.</p>
+
+<p>Kirk Braddan churchyard service is
+not the only one of its kind in the
+country, though it is the biggest. For
+years a similar service has been held
+in the spacious churchyard of St. Tudno,
+situated on the Great Orme's Head at
+Llandudno.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-041.jpg" width="450" height="304" alt="open" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">AN OPEN-AIR SERVICE ON THE GREAT
+ORME'S HEAD, LLANDUDNO.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: Photochrome Co., Cheapside.</em>)
+</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The services are held both in the
+morning and evening, and although
+the Llandudno churches have special
+preachers during the season, none of
+them is so well attended as St. Tudno's.
+The service is simple and hearty, the
+singing is good&mdash;for Welsh people can
+sing&mdash;and the voices of the visitors
+blend harmoniously with the rich native
+element. All the tunes are well known,
+and the same can also be said of the
+hymns, which are printed on hymn-sheets
+to avoid the necessity of bringing
+books.</p>
+
+<p>The congregation is a varied one.
+Men are there dressed in cycling costume,
+while caps and straw hats, with
+other holiday attire, are adopted by the
+great majority. The ladies are allowed
+to put up their sunshades, if they wish,
+and everybody is permitted to do as he
+or she desires. The graves form the
+seats. Some of the more adventurous
+perch themselves on the headstones,
+while others lay full length on the grass
+mounds, many of which are unadorned
+with names of any kind. The rector,
+the Rev. J. Morgan, has a loyal band
+of workers, who distribute the hymn-sheets,
+and also hand out cushions to
+the many ladies present. The congregation,
+which often numbers a couple
+of thousand, forms the choir.</p>
+
+<p>One of the most pleasing parts of the
+service is the taking up of the offertory.
+This is chiefly done by boys, many of
+them being the children of visitors, and
+the youngsters are only too delighted to
+take part in this novel duty.</p>
+
+<p>When the congregation disperses comes
+the prettiest scene of all, as the people<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span>
+wend their way down the hill&mdash;a long,
+unbroken line, which seems to reach as
+far as the eye can distinguish.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-042.jpg" width="450" height="428" alt="derby" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">THE RAILWAY MEN'S BREAKFAST SERVICE AT DERBY.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>How many people are there, aware of
+the fact that the railway town of Derby
+has a series of services at the breakfast
+hour for the men engaged in the
+engineering works? These are attended
+by two thousand men every morning,
+and owe their origin entirely to the idea
+of one man of very humble circumstances
+in life. Yet this quiet, unassuming
+man initiated one of the grandest
+services in the country, held not occasionally
+but upon every working day in the
+year.</p>
+
+<p>Thirty years ago very few men were
+employed at the works of the Midland
+Railway, compared with the number who
+work there to-day. Many of the men,
+whose homes were too far distant to
+admit of their returning for breakfast,
+were obliged to bring this meal with
+them. George Wilkins, the founder of
+these mess-room services, was in charge
+of an engine-room, and in the winter,
+as it was a nice warm spot, some of
+the men asked Wilkins if they might
+have their meal by his fire. The engineer
+gladly consented, and, being a
+Christian man, he took the opportunity
+of reading the Bible to them.</p>
+
+<p>This fact got noised abroad, and other
+men joined in. The reading was first of
+all supplemented by prayer and then by
+singing. The fame of the little service
+continued to grow, until at last Wilkins's
+engine-room was not nearly big enough,
+and the place of service had to be
+moved to an open shed outside. For<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span>
+some time this shed answered the purpose;
+but as the railway works grew, and
+more men were employed, the attendance
+at the service increased, until at
+last it was absolutely necessary to erect
+rooms especially for the service.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-043.jpg" width="450" height="284" alt="baptism" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">A RIVER BAPTISM AT BOTTISHAM.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>Photo: H. R. de Salis, Uxbridge.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>First of all, grace is sung, and then
+the men set to work to eat their breakfast.
+Plates rattle and knives and forks
+jingle as the speaker for the day reads
+the Bible and gives a forcible address.
+But every word is heard, for the men
+are very attentive while eating their
+food. This is not surprising, for the
+services are taken by well-known laymen
+and clerics, and if a notable preacher
+is in the neighbourhood or about to
+pass through Derby, he is requested to
+break his journey and say a few words
+to the railway men at their breakfast.
+Many gladly do this if their engagements
+permit.</p>
+
+<p>George Wilkins, the founder of these
+services, is dead, but a visit to Derby
+cemetery reveals the fact that his work
+has not been forgotten by those who
+now enjoy the fruits of his labour. Over
+his grave a fitting memorial has been
+placed, and upon it is inscribed the
+following: "In loving memory of George
+Wilkins, who died November 19th, 1872,
+aged fifty-three years. He was a faithful
+servant of the Midland Railway
+Company, and under God's guidance
+the beginner of a work for Christ which
+lives on still, though he is gone. Out of
+love for his character and gratitude for
+his work, his friends and fellow-workmen
+have erected this stone. His constant
+song was 'God is Love.'"</p>
+
+<p>One does not hear very much nowadays
+of the open-air baptismal services which
+fifty years ago were so popular with
+the Baptist churches in the country
+districts. In Cambridgeshire, however,
+they still take place in many of the
+villages, and our illustration shows the
+service at Bottisham Sluice, which is
+situated near Waterbeach, the scene of
+the late Mr. Spurgeon's earliest labours.
+The minister stands in the river, and
+the candidate for church membership
+wades in to him and is immersed in
+the waters. A house near by is utilised
+for dressing purposes.</p>
+
+<p class="sig">
+<span class="smcap">George Winsor.</span>
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-044.jpg" width="450" height="252" alt="coals" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>Coals of Fire</h2>
+
+<h3>A Complete Story. By J. F. Rowbotham, Author of "Solomon Built Him an
+House," Etc.</h3>
+
+
+<p>It was twenty years since I left Hambleton
+as the curate, and on the
+identical day I returned as vicar. I
+sat meditating in the little village inn,
+while a gig was being harnessed to
+draw me to the vicarage. I wondered how
+the place would look. I wondered whom
+I should see and recognise. Twenty years
+produce innumerable changes. Those whom
+I had known as boys would have grown
+to men, and men and women would have
+become silver-haired and wrinkled, and perhaps
+past the power of recognition, until a
+familiar voice in dubious accents should say,
+"I am such a one. Do you not know me?"
+To such a query I felt I should have to reply,
+"I knew you twenty years ago, and if you
+assure me you are the very same person, I
+know you now. But the identification must
+come from yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"The gig's ready, sir," cried the man at
+the hotel parlour door, and in obedience to this
+admonition I shut up my tablets and took
+my seat in the vehicle. Off went the horse.
+I whizzed past all the familiar places <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">en route</i>,
+and at last was landed safe and sound at the
+vicarage, but somewhat dazed and bewildered
+by the sudden panorama of a vanished past
+presented to me during the ride.</p>
+
+<p>My experiences of the next few days proved
+to be exactly as I predicted. I saw innumerable
+people who turned out to be old acquaintances,
+though it was on the strength
+of their telling that I found them to be so.
+I should never have known them again in a
+crowd, nor would they, I imagine, despite
+their assertions, have known me. I saw old
+Haynes once again, Smart the gardener,
+England the bell-ringer who was so fond of
+frequenting "The Rose," Higgs, Nutcher, and
+many more.</p>
+
+<p>Localities had not altered so much as
+people. I noticed that the old apple-tree in
+the vicarage garden bent down with the
+identical curve in its trunk, and seemed to
+have the exact number of apples upon it
+which it had when I left it. The vicarage
+had much altered, though, and so had its
+surroundings&mdash;several new cottages being
+built which quite shut out the pretty prospect
+from the study window which once
+was.</p>
+
+<p>I found the circumstances of many of the
+inhabitants, like the "extension" of the vicarage,
+to have altered likewise. I found several
+people poor and reduced in circumstances
+whom I left fairly well-to-do. I met some
+people now in comparative opulence whom I
+remembered so poor that they were glad of
+doles from the curate. All this is a striking
+instance of a very great truth in English life,
+which is that circumstances, as generations
+pass, are on a sliding scale. If you look for
+the descendants of the nobility of some centuries
+ago, you will find them in the humblest
+cottagers of to-day. And if you search for
+the descendants of the former cottagers of
+our land, you will find them in its present
+nobility. Life fluctuates so in great cycles
+of time; and in the little cycle during which
+I had been absent from Hambleton, thus had
+existence fluctuated and changed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Two visits in particular I intended to pay,
+namely, to the squire, and to Farmer Brownlow;
+and before many days elapsed I contrived
+to pay them. I saw the squire and the farmer,
+and I must confess I was very much struck
+by the change that had come over them both,
+but particularly Mr. Brownlow, whom I remember
+tall, erect, and jovial. I concluded
+there must have been more dissensions in
+his family since I last knew them, and that
+trouble was impending. I made such domestic
+inquiries as I could without receiving much
+satisfaction; but I took care to observe the
+greatest reticence about his son Arthur.</p>
+
+<p>I must mention, in explanation of my last
+sentence, that when I was curate here Arthur
+Brownlow was a boy of about twelve or fourteen,
+and one of the brightest and most ingenuous
+lads it has ever been my lot to know. He
+was also blessed with a beautiful voice, and
+sang in the choir of the church all the solos
+in the anthems. Shall I ever forget the melodious
+tones that floated from that boy's lips?
+Neither I nor any who heard him can cease
+to remember them.</p>
+
+<p>The popularity which the boy gained, the
+favour which he received from everybody and
+anybody, was so marked and so universal that
+it ultimately excited the envy and hostility of
+his elder brothers, who were young men of
+twenty and over, and who were, moreover,
+prompted to their animosity by the suspicion
+that their father intended to bequeath the farm
+(which was his freehold) and all his money to his
+favourite son, and leave them unprovided for.</p>
+
+<p>Arthur's mother was Mr. Brownlow's second
+wife, who had been very dear to him, but had
+only lived about three years, and then had
+passed away, leaving as a legacy to her husband
+the little baby boy scarce two years old.
+The child became the farmer's idol, and was
+more and more worshipped as he grew to
+boyhood.</p>
+
+<p>The elder sons being in the main clownish,
+stupid fellows, it was a common speech, half
+in joke, half in earnest, with the farmer:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"You lads are strong of build and dull of wit.
+Why don't you exert your strength in other
+spheres than this, and leave the farm to little
+Arthur when he grows up? You, Hugh, might,
+for instance, go to America. William, you
+might take a piece of land of your own&mdash;you
+are old enough to manage it and strong enough
+to work it. You, Robert, should apply for the
+post of farm bailiff with Mr. Weatherstone or
+somewhere else; and you, Thomas, should go
+in for sheep farming in the colonies. There is
+your life mapped out for you all. It will be
+many years before I am laid on the shelf; and
+you are all getting too old to be anything but
+drags on me; while by the time I am about
+settling down in my chimney corner, to take
+my ease henceforth, Arthur will be just of an
+age to take the farm off my hands and commence
+the management of it. This will, moreover,
+keep the land in one piece, instead of
+chopping it up into five."</p>
+
+<p>These words, I say, were often used by Mr.
+Brownlow in jest to his sons, who were a lazy
+lot, and who ought, moreover, to have been
+on their own hands by now. He possibly
+meant little more than jest, for he was not
+the sort of man to cut any of his family adrift
+at that time; but his sons chose to take the
+remarks in thorough earnest, and they one
+and all wreaked their bitterest spite on poor
+Arthur in consequence, till his life became
+almost intolerable to him.</p>
+
+<p>He would often come to me in those days,
+and say:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Calthorpe, I don't think I can stand it
+any longer, sir&mdash;at least, without telling father;
+and then, if I do that, I don't know what might
+be the consequences. He would certainly be so
+angry that he would send all my brothers away,
+which I should never wish to be done. Or, if he
+did not, they would persecute me still worse than
+they are doing. So between the two things I
+don't know what to do."</p>
+
+<p>I strove as hard as I could to exhort the boy
+to patience, giving him what comfort I could,
+and I even offered to intercede between him and
+his brothers; but this proposal he would not
+listen to, and finally he decided that he would
+bear all in silence and would not tell his father.
+So that matters were at a deadlock, and remained
+so, until a new development began in
+the persecution of Arthur Brownlow by his
+brothers&mdash;which consisted in the deliberate
+attempt on their part to poison his father's
+mind against him by all sorts of stories and
+fabrications, and so get rid of him.</p>
+
+<p>The diabolical attempt was made with greater
+and more elaborate cunning than I should have
+imagined such stupid young men as the
+Brownlows to be capable of. They not only
+carried on the plot themselves but got their
+neighbours&mdash;the young Spencers of Bray&mdash;to
+assist them, and from all sides Farmer Brownlow
+kept continually hearing of the precocious
+vices and bad manners of his darling son, which
+were at first discredited by him, but afterwards
+believed, and then greedily sought after.</p>
+
+<p>"It is all this incense that comes to the
+boy along of his singing that is spoiling
+him," he said to me one day. "And you,
+Mr. Calthorpe, are partly to blame for encouraging
+it. What good can all that howling
+and caterwauling do the lad? Not a bit,
+that I can see, except that it takes him into
+company from which he would be better away.
+It stuffs the boy's head with nonsense, sir,
+and it will never bring him to any good."</p>
+
+<p>It was in vain that I pointed out that there
+was practically no foundation for any of
+these charges against his son, who was one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span>
+of the model boys of the parish. The farmer
+regarded me as a biased witness, and kept his
+own opinion of the matter, which was more
+and more inimical to poor Arthur every
+day. Do what I could in the way of mediation,
+it was all no good. The ball once
+set rolling, continued to roll in the same
+direction, until one day I heard, to my unspeakable
+concern, that Arthur Brownlow had
+broken into his father's bureau and extracted
+five pounds from it, that the money had been
+found in his possession, and that he was now
+in the custody of the police.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-046.jpg" width="450" height="320" alt="disown" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"I disown him, sir."</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>I remember what a sensation the trial made
+at the assizes in the neighbouring town of
+C&mdash;&mdash;. I appeared as a witness in the boy's
+behalf, and spoke up for him right gallantly;
+but all intercession and testimony were of
+no avail&mdash;the evidence was held to be quite
+conclusive. Although the father did not
+appear against him, the brothers did, and
+their testimony was sufficient to convict the
+boy, who was found guilty and sent to a
+reformatory for two years.</p>
+
+<p>I saw him before he went, and he said to
+me&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Tell father, sir, that I am unjustly condemned.
+Tell him it was a plot of my
+brothers, and that I would scorn to do such
+an action. But tell him, moreover, that after
+this disgrace I could never bear to show my
+face in the village again, and when I come
+out of this place I shall go beyond the seas
+or somewhere, but certainly shall never come
+to Hambleton, nor shall he be troubled by
+seeing my face again."</p>
+
+<p>I wondered what effect this message would
+have on the old farmer, but to my surprise
+he received it with the greatest nonchalance.</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, aye, sir," he said in reply, as with
+black face and lowering brow he sat in his
+parlour with his sons around him. "The
+lad has brought disgrace on the family. I
+disown him, sir. I knew what all this singing
+and caterwauling would lead to: I said
+so from the first, and my words have come
+true. He need never seek to see my face
+again until he has redeemed his character.
+Then I'll see him, but not till then. Meantime,
+as you are going to the reformatory
+occasionally to visit him, tell the lad&mdash;for,
+although a thief, he is a son of mine&mdash;that I
+will provide him with what money is necessary,
+when he leaves that home of thieves and
+vagabonds, to set up in something or to go
+away to some colony, or anything he likes;
+and then, as I say, when he has redeemed
+his character, he can come and see me&mdash;but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span>
+not till then. Tell him he shall have the money,
+sir, when he wants it; but tell him that
+till he has redeemed his character I disown
+him."</p>
+
+<p>The money, however, was never applied
+for by Arthur Brownlow. I saw him several
+times at the reformatory, and, indeed, tried
+to get him released on the ground of insufficient
+evidence, but in vain. When the
+end of his time came, he obtained some employment&mdash;I
+know not how&mdash;went to London,
+and then I lost sight of him; for a month or
+two afterwards I left my curacy in Wiltshire
+and took another in Northumberland.</p>
+
+<p>I saw the Brownlows now for the first
+time since that event of twenty years ago.
+I was informed incidentally that they had
+never heard anything more of Arthur. "I suppose,"
+said one of them, "he's gone to the
+bad long ago."</p>
+
+<p>The old man in the chimney corner now
+white-haired and bowed down with age,
+suffered a wistful look to pass over his face
+occasionally, but that was all. No more was
+said, and no more did I say. In a short time
+I had forgotten the story of twenty years
+ago as completely as they had and as the
+village had; but there was one remark alone
+of that afternoon's conversation which dwelt
+in my mind: "I suppose he's gone to the bad."</p>
+
+<p>"Gone to the bad!" Why, there was one
+thing plain. <em>All the Brownlows seemed to
+have gone to the bad</em>&mdash;not Arthur alone&mdash;for
+a more besotted, lazy-looking set of men it
+had never been my lot to see.</p>
+
+<p>It is the experience of every clergyman,
+when he comes to a new parish, that he
+can soon find by a sort of intuition where
+the troublesome spot in that parish is likely
+to be; and I very soon knew by instinct
+that the troublesome people in my parish would
+be the Brownlows&mdash;as was amply proved
+immediately after my arrival. Scarcely a
+day passed but one or other of them
+was at the vicarage. Now it was Robert&mdash;now
+it was Hugh&mdash;now it was Thomas. One
+came requesting me to go to see their
+father, who was "in dreadful low spirits."
+Another told me they had a horse for sale,
+and asked me if I would like to buy it.
+The third, Thomas Brownlow, wanted to
+borrow a little money of me; and this was
+the first actual hint I got of the hazardous
+state of their affairs.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Thomas," I said, "I cannot lend you
+that money; for, in the first place, it is your
+father, not you, who ought to have asked for
+it, if the object is to make repairs on your
+farm; and, in the second place, I think I am
+considerably poorer than you. A well-to-do
+farmer has considerably more cash than a
+poor parson, and so for the second reason
+I must absolutely decline."</p>
+
+<p>But this rebuff produced no diminution in
+the importunity of the Brownlows, which at
+last culminated in the appearance of the eldest
+brother and the father one day at the vicarage,
+when they told me, with much display of emotion,
+that the farm was heavily mortgaged, and,
+indeed, had been so for some time, and that
+the mortgagee, to whom no payments had
+been made for some time past, threatened
+to foreclose. Could I therefore either lend
+them the money, or get it from a friend,
+or ask the squire to oblige them, or, in fact,
+help them in any way whatever?</p>
+
+<p>At the moment I could think of no way
+in which I might be of service to them in
+the manner indicated; but as, despite their
+importunity, I was sincerely sorry for them,
+I said I would turn the matter over in my
+mind, make inquiries, and let them know by
+the morrow if I could do aught for them.</p>
+
+<p>The same afternoon my old college friend,
+Vincent Harrowby, who was vicar of a neighbouring
+parish, drove over to see me, and
+dine with me. It was the first time we had
+met for twenty years or more, and it was to
+celebrate our meeting that I had given orders
+to my housekeeper to prepare a somewhat
+elaborate repast in his honour and for our
+mutual delectation. As we sat over dessert,
+Harrowby talked of a score of subjects to
+which I paid a vague and partial attention;
+but at last, as his "inextinguishable tongue,"
+as we used to call it at college, kept up its
+eternal stream of talk, I found myself listening
+with rapt attention to what he was saying,
+which sounded incredible to my ears.</p>
+
+<p>"You remember that young choir boy of
+yours, Arthur Brownlow?" Harrowby was
+remarking. "Well, I saw him some years ago&mdash;about
+ten years, I think&mdash;and he had developed
+then into a man of means. He had
+plenty of money, I was told, and was in
+every respect a fine fellow. I often wondered
+what it was in his private history which
+you used to allude to in such a guarded
+manner&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>But before my friend had been able to
+finish his sentence I, to his great surprise,
+brought down my fist upon the table with
+the remark&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"The very man that is wanted! Where
+does he live, Harrowby, and what is his
+address?"</p>
+
+<p>"As to that," replied my friend, with a
+look of amused surprise, "I cannot tell you
+to a street now. But I suppose he will be
+somewhere in the neighbourhood where I
+knew him, and that was in such and such a
+street, Bloomsbury" (naming it), "where he
+was practising as a solicitor. Doubtless he may
+have changed his residence, but Bedford Row
+ought to know him."</p>
+
+<p>I then briefly explained to my friend the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span>
+circumstances which would make Arthur
+Brownlow's appearance at the present juncture
+a godsend for the distressed family; for
+I must add that one or two of the sons
+were married and had families, on which
+innocents, even more than on the men, the
+blow would fall.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-048.jpg" width="450" height="267" alt="wanted" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"The very man that is wanted!"</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"We must apply to him at all costs for
+the money," I remarked. "He will never
+refuse to help his father, even if his brothers
+were traitors. One of them must go to
+London to-morrow and search out Arthur
+and obtain the funds needed."</p>
+
+<p>And so it was agreed, and the agreement
+was acted on; but our best efforts, the personal
+search of Thomas Brownlow, the most
+diligent inquiries of myself and my friend
+Harrowby, during the short time at our disposal,
+were unable to discover any trace of
+the missing Arthur, who was gone, like the
+wind, without a vestige to mark his flight.
+No one seemed to know or remember much
+about him. Those who affected to, said
+some one thing, some another, and in the
+Law List his name was not to be found.</p>
+
+<p>The condition of the Brownlows had meanwhile
+become worse. The little ready money
+which they had, had been expended in the
+journey to London and the prosecution of
+the inquiries after Arthur. They looked
+hungry and dejected, and I was informed
+that the mortgagee, incensed at their inattention
+to his applications for money,
+had definitely decided to put someone in
+possession of the farm by the last day of
+May.</p>
+
+<p>I recommended the brothers to make a
+last appeal personally before the end of May
+arrived, and see if by their united rhetoric
+they could soften the inflexible heart of Mr.
+Suamarez. This with rustic reluctance they
+ultimately consented to do.</p>
+
+<p>The four brothers, Hugh, William, Robert,
+and Thomas, proceeded to Ashcroft. I
+believed they walked there, as their last
+horse had been sold some months ago, and
+they had not a sixpence left to pay railway
+fare. They arrived at the mansion of the
+inexorable mortgagee, and were summarily
+refused admission by the servant, as I had
+been. But with a pertinacity worthy of a
+better cause the four men hung about the
+place hour after hour, with the intention of
+securing a parley with Mr. Saumarez, with
+whom they were quite unacquainted, having
+hitherto conducted their negotiations through
+his agent.</p>
+
+<p>Towards the evening, as they prowled
+about the coppice surrounding the house,
+they saw the owner of the manor, accompanied
+by his wife and their young children,
+come on to the lawn, and no sooner was
+the opportunity presented than the four men
+burst through the bushes and approached him.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Saumarez turned deadly pale, and threw
+her arms round her children at the sight of
+these four ill-clad and travel-stained loafers,
+for so they looked, so suddenly appearing on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span>
+the lawn of the house, while Mr. Saumarez
+stood in front of his wife and children and
+angrily demanded what they wanted.</p>
+
+<p>"It is just this, sir," said Hugh, rubbing
+his mouth with his sleeve preparatory to
+making a speech, "we are the Brownlows,
+sir, and we have travelled fifty miles to see
+you, sir. You're going to evict us from our
+little farm that we have had in our family
+for years and years without number. Give
+us some delay, sir&mdash;forgo your intention for
+this year&mdash;till after the harvest, at least,
+until we see what sort of crops we may
+have, and out of the profit of them we can
+pay you your demands."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-049.jpg" width="450" height="539" alt="angrily" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">Mr. Saumarez angrily demanded what they wanted.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"These speeches are all idle," responded
+Mr. Saumarez testily. "I made up my
+mind long ago. I know you to be good-for-nothing
+men, through whose laziness
+your old father's farm has got into its
+present condition. You deserve no pity, and
+you deserve no delay. For the present state
+of affairs you have only yourselves to blame.
+You must take the consequences of your
+conduct."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, sir." began Hugh, who was the spokesman
+of the rest, "think of our circumstances.
+We have children, as you have;
+they will all be thrown on the world&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Into this," replied Mr. Saumarez, "I cannot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span>
+go. When the mortgage came into my
+hands&mdash;which it did along with some adjoining
+property about a year ago, on my return
+from abroad&mdash;I made a particular point of
+asking my agent what sort of men conducted
+the farm. And hearing from him that
+they were four brothers, all men of questionable
+character, named Brownlow, who owed
+their present degradation to their own laziness
+and folly, I said I wished to hear no
+more, and that the farm, which stood conveniently
+adjacent to a manor which is
+also mine, must be appropriated with no
+more delay than the usual legal routine permitted
+of. That is what I said to my agent.
+I presume&mdash;in fact, I know&mdash;he has acted on
+my orders. I have nothing more to say
+about it, so I wish you a good evening."</p>
+
+<p>"We have children&mdash;two of us are married
+men," exclaimed Hugh, appealing to Mrs.
+Saumarez.</p>
+
+<p>"We have had sickness in the family for
+months past," added Robert.</p>
+
+<p>"It is not our fault&mdash;the harvests have
+been bad year after year."</p>
+
+<p>But they were speaking to deaf ears. Mr.
+Saumarez, motioning to his wife and children,
+was turning away to enter the house.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," said Thomas, who had
+not hitherto spoken, "what will become of
+our old father&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"What?" inquired Mr. Saumarez sharply,
+turning round, "Is your old father still
+alive?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he is," they all replied at once, staring
+at him with most unfeigned surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"I understood from my agent," replied Mr.
+Saumarez, his voice getting thick as he spoke,
+"that there were only you four brothers&mdash;men
+who deserved&mdash;men whom I knew to
+be&mdash;&mdash;Look here, you Brownlows. You
+tell me your old father is still living. Is he
+well? Is he in fair health? Does his memory
+remain good? And how&mdash;how do you treat
+him in his old age?"</p>
+
+<p>"How do we treat him, sir?" inquired
+Hugh Brownlow and the rest, speaking
+slowly and gazing at Mr. Saumarez as if
+they had seen a ghost. "Why, as to
+that&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"As to that," I said, appearing from the
+drawing-room with old Mr. Brownlow on my
+arm&mdash;for in deference to his expressed wish,
+after the departure of his sons, I had travelled
+with him by train to Ashcroft in order that
+he too might plead, and we had just arrived&mdash;"as
+to that, Mr. Saumarez, the father can
+best answer for himself. See if he is not still
+an honoured and reverend sire. Look at him
+yourself, sir; for before heaven I believe you
+are Arthur Brownlow."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," exclaimed the old man on my
+arm, his eyes streaming with tears, "it is
+my son, my own son Arthur, at last! My
+former ruin is nothing to my present joy,
+for I see the boy whom I have wronged,
+whose reproaching image has been present
+with me for years&mdash;I see him at last before
+me; I hold him in my arms; I ask pardon
+of him, profoundest pardon, for all the injustice
+I have done him; and I rejoice to
+think that at last my lifelong sorrow is at
+an end."</p>
+
+<p>Arthur was weeping on his father's neck.
+The brothers stood around petrified with
+astonishment.</p>
+
+<p>"It is true," said Arthur Brownlow in a
+voice choked with emotion; "it is true that,
+had my brothers been the only parties concerned,
+I might perhaps&mdash;nay, I am sure I
+should&mdash;without compunction have retaliated
+as the world retaliates. But I never knew&mdash;I
+never suspected&mdash;that you, my father,
+were among them. I have wept for you
+as dead, for such tidings reached me some
+time ago. I have mourned for the unjust
+opinion you held of me, mourned since my
+boyhood, and even as a man I mourned. But
+now I hold you in my arms&mdash;alive, God be
+thanked! and forgiving, Christ be praised!
+And greater happiness can I not know, save
+if one of my own children should bring me
+the same experience, and then my felicity
+might be as great."</p>
+
+<p>The mystery of the lost identity of Arthur
+Brownlow was easily explained. He had
+prospered in the world as Arthur Brownlow,
+when my friend Harrowby knew him; but
+shortly after that date he had married a
+Miss Saumarez, who held large estates in
+Jamaica, and whose name he was compelled
+to take for the sake of securing the entail of
+her property to the children. He had lived
+in Jamaica for nearly ten years, and had
+recently come back, to find some property
+near Hambleton added to his possessions, and
+with it the mortgage over Brownlow's farm.
+His agent only knew that Brownlow's farm
+was managed by the young Brownlows, since
+the old father had long retired from active
+participation in it; and with this account of
+the place Arthur Brownlow was naturally
+satisfied, since he believed his father had
+died some years ago. He intended to punish
+his brothers for their treachery and cruelty,
+but it is questionable whether his intention
+would ever have gone beyond reading them
+a severe, salutary lesson and then reinstating
+them in their freehold. At any rate, as
+circumstances happened, it had no chance
+of doing so, for the sight of his father so
+overwhelmed poor Arthur with joy, that all
+was forgotten, all was forgiven, in that
+happy moment; and now in the whole of
+my parish there is not a happier or better
+conducted place than Brownlow's farm.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-051.jpg" width="450" height="149" alt="league" />
+
+</div>
+
+<h2>AN INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE
+OF PEACE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Dear Readers of The Quiver</span>,<br />
+</p>
+
+<p>The recent Rescript of the Czar of Russia, inviting the
+Great Powers to entertain the idea of a general disarmament, was naturally
+received with joyful acclaim by the whole Religious World. There were some,
+of course, who shook their heads dubiously when they heard of it. "Can it
+be true," they said, "that the Autocrat of All the Russias is on the side of
+peace?" And then they have proceeded to hint at ulterior motives for the
+announcement. But the great majority of Christian people have preferred to take
+his Imperial Majesty at his word, and to accept, with deep thankfulness to
+Almighty God, the Supreme Disposer of all men and all things, this gracious
+sign of a long-hoped-for age of universal peace and good-will, foretold by the
+prophets and proclaimed by the herald angels at Bethlehem.</p>
+
+<p>But the Great White Czar himself does not need to be reminded that Governments
+are powerless unless they are supported by the peoples whom they represent
+in the International Councils thus convened. And this support, when voiced in
+a definite form, is a mighty force which will carry everything before it. Here,
+then, and now, under the inspiration of this blessed Christmas season, is given us
+an opportunity of responding to the call for Peace, which, if neglected, may not be
+repeated for many a generation yet to come.</p>
+
+<p>We have been awaiting the inauguration of a collective expression of Christian
+approval and support of the Peace Rescript, not only from our own, but from all
+the Christian nations; but up to the present no such international movement
+appears to have been organised. We therefore invite our readers all over the
+world to join in a hearty and thankful endorsement of the sentiment of the
+Czar's Manifesto, and thus set in motion a powerful engine for good. We suggest
+also that they should all enlist their adult friends, without restriction of sex or
+creed, in the same Christlike cause, by obtaining their signatures to the declaration
+to be found on the other side of this leaflet.</p>
+
+<p>When the sheet has been filled up With all the signatures obtainable, it
+should be returned without delay to the Editor of <span class="smcap">The Quiver</span>, La Belle Sauvage,
+London, E.C. Further sheets will be supplied, post free, on application, or any
+number of plain sheets may be added by the collector as required.</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+Yours,<br />
+In the service of the Prince of Peace,<br />
+The Editor of the Quiver
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 125px;">
+<img src="images/i-051a.jpg" width="125" height="33" alt="signature" />
+</div>
+
+<p>An Honorarium of <span class="smcap">Ten Pounds</span> will be awarded to the Sender of the First
+Thousand Signatures, under regulations which will appear in our next issue.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/i-052.jpg" width="420" height="600" alt="roll" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE QUIVER
+INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE.</h2>
+
+<h3>(<em>No person under sixteen years of age should be asked to sign.</em>)</h3>
+
+
+<p>We, the undersigned, desire to express our earnest sympathy with the
+peace proposals contained in the recent Rescript of his Imperial Majesty
+the Czar of Russia, and hereby authorise the attachment of our names
+to any International Memorial having for its object the promotion of Universal
+Peace upon a Christian basis.</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Names.</span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Addresses.</span><br />
+
+_______________________________________________________________<br />
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+<br />
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+<br />
+_______________________________________________________________<br />
+<br />
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+<br />
+_______________________________________________________________<br />
+<br />
+_______________________________________________________________<br />
+<br />
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+</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/i-053.jpg" width="413" height="600" alt="roll" />
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p class="center">Our Roll of Heroic Deeds</p>
+
+<p class="center">TWO MANCHESTER HEROES.</p>
+
+<p>One of the many notable acts
+of bravery which are constantly
+being performed by the
+members of fire brigades all
+over the kingdom is here
+depicted. The lower floors of
+a house situated in Portland
+Street, Manchester, were in
+flames, and in an upper window
+a man suddenly appeared and
+cried for help. A ladder was
+immediately procured, but, to
+the dismay of the onlookers,
+it was too short by several
+feet, and seemed absolutely useless.
+However, Fireman Lawrence
+swarmed up the ladder,
+closely followed by Clayton, and
+when they reached the top, the
+latter so placed his arms that
+Lawrence could stand upon
+them and thus reach the narrow
+gutter above, on to which
+he clambered. The breathless
+crowd beneath them watched
+Lawrence balance himself on
+the ledge, and, with great difficulty
+and at terrible peril to
+his life, pass the imprisoned
+man to his companion. When
+Lawrence, by the help of Clayton,
+gained the ladder in safety again,
+thundering roars on roars of
+applause worthily greeted the
+plucky men in recognition of
+their magnificent bravery.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-054.jpg" width="450" height="186" alt="chaplain" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">EX-SPEAKER PEEL.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By F. W. Farrar, D.D.,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;MR. SPEAKER GULLY.</p>
+<p class="center">(<em>Photo: Russell and Sons.</em>)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dean of Canterbury.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(<em>Photo: Bassano, Ltd.</em>)</p>
+
+
+<h2>AS CHAPLAIN
+TO MR. SPEAKER</h2>
+
+<h3><em>Some Reminiscences
+of Parliament.</em></h3>
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong><em>PART II.</em></strong></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-054a.jpg" alt="I" width="76" height="100" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">I once had the honour
+of meeting Mr.
+Gladstone at a very
+small dinner-party
+of some eight or
+ten persons; and
+after dinner I found
+myself sitting beside
+him and one
+of our most distinguished
+men of letters&mdash;Mr.
+W. E. H.
+Lecky, M.P. It happened
+to be a time
+when party feeling
+was running very
+high in Parliament,
+and I purposely turned the conversation
+in that direction. The question of Home
+Rule was under discussion, and it was
+common for Irish members&mdash;especially
+for some who were of very excitable
+temperament&mdash;to be called to order.
+Strong language was frequently used,
+such as quite passed the ordinary
+limits of Parliamentary conventions. I
+mentally recalled the current anecdote&mdash;I
+do not know whether it be true or not&mdash;that
+Daniel O'Connell, in one of his fierce
+disputes with Mr. Disraeli, had said that
+he must be descended from the unrepentant
+thief; and I asked the great statesman
+whether, during his half-century of experience
+in the House of Commons, there
+had been any change in the license of
+vituperation, which happened at that moment
+to be specially prevalent. "No," he
+said; "in that respect there has been no
+change. At all the crises which my
+memory recalls there have been outbursts
+of violent expression quite as strong as
+any which have been heard of late." As
+the conversation continued, he mentioned
+two changes which had occurred in the
+House of Commons&mdash;one a mere matter of
+costume; the other of much greater significance.
+An American guest at the dinner-table
+had observed that he could not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span>
+remember any other party since he had
+been in England at which he was the only
+person present who wore a moustache.
+Mr. Gladstone said that, when he first
+entered Parliament, there were actually
+more members who still wore pigtails than
+those who wore the beard or moustache.
+At that time no one, as a rule,
+indulged in those appendages
+except officers in the army.
+There was one exception, the
+late Mr. Muntz, who was for
+many years member for Birmingham;
+and so noticeable was
+this exception, that in the
+House he was popularly known
+as "the man with the beard."</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-054b.jpg" width="200" height="269" alt="Lecky" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">MR. W. E. H. LECKY.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>Photo: Melhuish and Gale, Ltd., Pall Mall, W.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>The other change was this:
+"In old days," said Mr. Gladstone,
+"the House used to have
+an absolute control of bores."
+Few of the members took frequent
+part in the debates.
+Discussion seemed, by common
+consent, to be left mainly to a
+score or two of leaders. There
+were gentlemen who had been
+for long years representatives
+of important cities, who were
+never known to have opened
+their lips. I myself in my
+boyhood knew one highly respected
+member who, if I remember
+rightly, had sat for a county town
+for nearly fifty years, and whose sole
+contribution to the debates in Parliament,
+for all that period, had been the
+single sentence, "I second the motion!"
+It is widely different now. I suppose
+that now any member who has sat for
+a number of years, and never even made
+his maiden speech, is a rare exception.
+Although the gift of utterance is supposed
+to be very much less rare than once it
+was, yet the few only are able to speak
+really well. This, however, does not prevent
+members from the free expression
+of their opinions, because in print one
+speech does not look very much unlike
+another. In many cases in these days
+members are speaking with far less
+reference to the House than to the Press
+gallery. Their constituents expect them
+to speak, and like to see their names and
+remarks in the daily papers, however
+ruthlessly they may be abbreviated by
+the reporters. In former days a bore was
+never tolerated. After a very few sentences
+the House gave such unconcealed
+expression to its impatience, and
+the orator was interrupted by such a
+continuous roar of "Divide, divide!...
+'vide!... 'vide!... 'vide!" that the stoutest-hearted,
+after a short effort, gave way,
+and the House was not afflicted with a
+wearying tide of commonplace, "in one
+weak, washy, everlasting flood." At present
+it is not always so. It is indeed
+but seldom that a member feels perfectly
+willing to bestow on his fatigued fellow-senators
+the whole amount of his tediousness;
+but I have, not infrequently, seen
+a member listen with the blandest smile
+of indifference to the torrent of interruptions
+which marred his oratory&mdash;and
+tire his audience into partial silence by
+leaving on their minds the conviction
+that he <em>intended</em> to say out what he had
+meant to say, so that the shortest way
+to get rid of him would be to let him
+maunder on to the end!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i-055.jpg" width="300" height="259" alt="Farrar" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">DEAN FARRAR IN HIS OLD CORNER IN THE
+GALLERY.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Reverting to the subject of strong
+language in the House, and again speaking
+of O'Connell, I asked Mr. Gladstone
+whether he had been present when the
+great demagogue had convulsed the
+House with laughter by his parody on
+Dryden's epigram on the three great
+poets, Homer, Virgil, and Milton. "Oh,
+yes," he answered. "I see him now
+before my mind's eye, as, with a broad
+gleam of amusement over his face, he
+kept looking up at Colonel Sibthorpe,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span>
+the somewhat eccentric member for
+Lincoln, and then jotting down something
+in his notes. Colonel Sibthorpe,
+having been an officer in the army, was
+exempt from the then current convention
+of being close-shaven, and he was bearded
+like a pard. I cannot recall the exact
+epigram, but I remember the incident
+perfectly."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-056.jpg" width="250" height="280" alt="Dublin" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: Lawrence, Dublin.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">DANIEL O'CONNELL.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>From the Painting by David Wilkie.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>I had never seen O'Connell's epigram
+in print, but I quoted it as I had, years
+ago, heard it quoted to me&mdash;and quite
+incorrectly. "Oh, these colonels!" said
+O'Connell, "they remind me of the
+celebrated lines of the poet"&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"Three colonels in three distant counties born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Armagh and Clare, and Lincoln did adorn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The first in lengthiness of beard surpassed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The next in bushiness, in both the last:<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The force of nature could no further go&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To <em>beard</em> the third she <em>shaved</em> the other two!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>That was the form in which I had
+heard it quoted, but Mr. Lecky at once
+suggested that the third and fourth lines
+were purely imaginary, and I have since
+found that they really were something
+to this effect&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"The first in direst bigotry surpassed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The next in impudence&mdash;in both the last."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Delivered as the supposed "celebrated
+lines of the poet" were in O'Connell's
+rich brogue, and with his indescribable
+sense of humour, it may well be imagined
+that it was long before the laugh of the
+members died away!</p>
+
+<p>In old days I was not infrequently
+present in the House during the gladiatorial
+combats, which were then of incessant
+occurrence, between Mr. Gladstone
+and Mr. Disraeli. The House was always
+crowded, and the scenes were marked
+by an interest and vivacity which are
+now of far rarer occurrence. I well
+remember a long and brilliant speech
+of Mr. Disraeli's, which occupied perhaps
+two hours or more, late at night. During
+the speech&mdash;as is very common&mdash;he had
+to refresh his voice repeatedly by drinking
+some composition or other. Water
+is the safest refreshment for speakers
+under these circumstances, but I suppose
+that the friend who had been thus
+ministering to the speaker's necessities
+had brought sherry, or something of
+that kind. The consequence was that,
+without any fault on his part and quite
+unconsciously, Mr. Disraeli&mdash;who was, I
+believe, an habitually temperate man&mdash;was
+speaking at last with far less point
+and lucidity than was his wont. At the
+close of his speech Mr. Gladstone rose
+to answer, and began by the remark,
+"I shall not notice any of the concluding
+observations of the right honourable
+gentleman, because I am sure that the
+House will agree with me in thinking
+that they were due to"&mdash;and then he
+added with marked emphasis&mdash;"a somewhat
+<em>heated</em> imagination."</p>
+
+<p>It was unfortunate in those years of
+political antagonism that the two eminent
+leaders were men of temperaments absolutely
+antipathetic. It would have been
+difficult to find two men who, remarkable
+as were their gifts, differed from each
+other more widely in almost every characteristic
+of their minds. Mr. Disraeli
+was a man of essentially kind heart, and
+one whom I have good reason to regard
+with respect and gratitude. Much of his
+apparent acerbity, many of his strong
+attacks, were really only on the surface.
+I feel quite sure that for Mr. Gladstone&mdash;in
+spite of the many interchanges of
+criticism which sometimes sounded a
+little acrimonious&mdash;he felt not only a
+profound respect and admiration, but
+even no small personal regard. On one
+occasion he spoke of his great rival as
+"my right honourable <em>friend</em>, if he will
+allow me to call him so." The characteristic
+of Mr. Gladstone's mind was an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span>
+intense moral sincerity, and he could not
+return the compliment. One cannot but
+regret that he felt himself unable cordially
+to reciprocate the kindly expression.
+Had he felt able to do so&mdash;had these two
+political opponents been able from that
+time to speak of each other as "my right
+honourable friend"&mdash;many acerbities of
+debate might have been materially
+softened. But in his reply, Mr. Gladstone,
+while he spoke with kind appreciation,
+could not, or would not, use the
+phrase which Mr. Disraeli had on that
+single occasion adopted. Perhaps he
+attached to it a meaning far deeper
+than its conventional significance. At
+any rate, the fact remains that, while
+in his response he spoke with dignified
+recognition of his opponent's gifts, and
+was evidently gratified by the expression
+he had used, he could not get himself to
+call Mr. Disraeli by the sacred name of
+"friend," and that word was, I believe,
+never again exchanged between them.
+But I only mention this little incident
+because in different ways it seems to me
+to have been touchingly to the credit
+of the best qualities of both. And in
+spite of so many years of gladiatorial
+combat in the arena of the House, when
+Lord Beaconsfield died Mr. Gladstone
+pronounced a eulogy
+upon him, generous yet
+strictly accurate in every
+particular.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-057.jpg" width="350" height="412" alt="slouch" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">DISRAELI'S FAVOURITE ATTITUDE IN THE HOUSE OF
+COMMONS.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>On another occasion
+Mr. Gladstone&mdash;<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">more suo</i>
+in his earlier days&mdash;had
+almost leapt to his feet
+to make a controversial
+speech, which he had
+poured forth with all
+that intensity of conviction
+which held the
+House in rapt attention
+even while many of its
+members were being convinced
+against their will.
+Mr. Disraeli began his
+reply by the remark
+that "Really the right
+honourable gentleman
+sprang up with such
+vehemence, and spoke
+with such energy, that
+he was often glad that
+there was between them"&mdash;and
+here he laid his
+hands on the large table
+at which the clerks sit and at which
+members take the oath, which occupies
+the greater part of the space between
+the Government bench and the leading
+members of the Opposition&mdash;"that
+there was between them a good solid
+substantial piece of furniture." The
+House laughed good-humouredly at the
+little harmless sarcasm and at the notion
+of Disraeli requiring a barrier of personal
+protection against such vehement
+assaults! I was told by one who heard
+the remark&mdash;and it is a pleasant little
+incident&mdash;that, on the evening after this
+speech, Mr. Gladstone had met Lady
+Beaconsfield at some social gathering,
+and, so far from resenting the little hit
+at himself, had cordially complimented
+her on the excellent speech which her
+husband had made on the previous evening.
+There is, however, no doubt that
+Mr. Gladstone sometimes winced under
+the subtle swordplay of his antagonist,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span>
+just as Mr. Disraeli must have felt
+the force of the rolling tide of his
+opponent's oratory. But while Mr. Gladstone
+sat listening with every emotion
+reflected on his expressive and mobile
+countenance, Mr. Disraeli sat motionless,
+with features as unchanging as if he
+wore a mask.</p>
+
+<p>The Chaplain of the House has an excellent
+seat in the gallery&mdash;one of the best
+seats for seeing and hearing&mdash;assigned to
+him by the courtesy of the members.
+I not infrequently availed myself of the
+privilege of occupying this seat, and in
+this way I was present at some of Mr.
+Gladstone's last appearances in the House,
+I particularly recall an incident which
+has since then been frequently alluded
+to, and which was very highly to the
+credit of Mr. Gladstone's essential kindness
+of heart. Mr. Austen Chamberlain,
+son of the Right Hon. J. Chamberlain,
+had delivered what was, I believe, his
+maiden speech. It exhibited many of
+the qualities of clear enunciation and
+forcible statement which make his father
+one of the best speakers in the present
+Parliament. Mr. Gladstone and (I suppose)
+the Liberal party in general had
+felt much hurt by the separation of Mr.
+Chamberlain from their councils, and by
+his partial alliance with their political
+opponents; and this feeling could not
+but be shared by Mr. Gladstone, who
+carried into politics an ardour of conviction
+of deeper intensity than is felt
+by ordinary minds. Mr. Austen Chamberlain's
+speech had, of course, been delivered
+in favour of views which Mr. Gladstone
+impugned, and nothing would have been
+easier to him than to bring down on the
+head of the young member the sledgehammer
+force of his experience, eloquence,
+and intellectual supremacy. So far from
+this, Mr. Gladstone not only pronounced
+a warm eulogy on the speech, but went
+out of his way to say&mdash;turning to Mr.
+Joseph Chamberlain, and entirely overlooking
+any momentary exacerbation of
+political opposition&mdash;that it was a speech
+which, in the ability and the modest
+force with which it had been delivered,
+"could not but be very delightful to a
+father's heart." Simple and spontaneous
+as the expression was, it caused visible
+pleasure to all who heard it. Such
+genuine amenities do much to soften
+the occasional exasperations of political
+struggle.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i-058.jpg" width="300" height="376" alt="Austen" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">MR. AUSTEN CHAMBERLAIN.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>When making his maiden speech.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>I have heard many fine and telling
+speeches in the House from its foremost
+debaters, from the days of Lord
+Palmerston to our own; but certainly
+I have heard no orators who
+impressed me at all so deeply as
+Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Bright. It
+is, however, generally acknowledged
+that most of Mr. Bright's finest and
+most memorable speeches were not delivered
+in the House of Commons, but
+to vaster and more sympathetic audiences
+of the people from the midst of whom
+he had sprung. If I were asked what
+was the most eloquent speech to which
+I ever listened, I should at once answer,
+The speech which I heard Mr. Bright
+deliver at St. James's Hall at the time
+of the Second Reform Bill. The meeting
+was a mass meeting, and a ticket had
+been given me for the platform by an
+old friend and schoolfellow. I was
+seated between him and Mr. Frederic
+Harrison, just behind the orator of
+the evening. In the front row with Mr.
+Bright were the Rt. Hon. J. Ayrton,
+who had been First Commissioner of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span>
+Works, and Mr. W. A. Cremer and Mr.
+Odger, who were prominent working-men
+leaders of the time. Among the audience,
+in the middle of the hall, sat Mr. John
+Stuart Mill, then
+one of the most
+celebrated thinkers
+of the day;
+and, throughout
+the meeting, he
+applauded with
+vehemence, freely
+bestowing his
+claps even on the
+obvious crudities
+of some of the
+working-men who
+subsequently
+spoke. As I was
+close behind Mr.
+Bright I could
+almost read the
+notes which lay
+before him on his
+broad-brimmed
+hat. They showed
+his method, which
+was carefully to
+write out his
+speech, to learn
+it by heart, and
+to refresh his
+memory by
+having before him some sheets of paper,
+on which in a large legible hand he
+had put down the leading substantives
+of every sentence. Besides the magic of
+his strong, manly, sympathetic voice, and
+the force of his Saxon English, and the
+purity of a style formed on the best
+models&mdash;especially, I believe, on John
+Milton and John Bunyan&mdash;he owed much
+of his power as an orator to the extreme
+deliberation of his delivery. Owing to
+this, an audience was able to see the
+point which he was intending to bring
+out, long before he actually expressed it.
+They were gradually wound up into a
+pitch of ever-increasing excitement and
+sympathy until the actual climax, so that
+it almost seemed as if the speaker was
+merely expressing in his single voice the
+common sentiment of thousands. Now,
+at the time of which I speak, Mr. Bright
+had been passing&mdash;as all the best and
+greatest men have to pass in their time&mdash;through
+what he called "hurricanes of
+abuse, and tornadoes of depreciation."
+He was commonly spoken of, in many of
+the daily papers, not only as a Radical,
+but as a revolutionary Jacobin, a political
+firebrand, and a pernicious demagogue.
+The point which he wanted to impress
+on his deeply
+sympathising
+hearers was that
+it was monstrous
+so to characterise
+him, when all
+that he had done
+was to point out
+the actual existence
+of perils
+which he had
+neither created
+nor intensified,
+but about which
+he had only uttered
+those timely
+warnings which
+sometimes enable
+a patriot to avert
+the terrible consequences
+that it
+might otherwise
+be too late to
+remedy. He
+spoke as follows,
+and the audience,
+which crowded
+the hall to its
+utmost capacity,
+followed him from clause to clause with
+breathless stillness. I cannot quote his
+exact words, but they were to this
+general effect:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-059.jpg" width="350" height="433" alt="Palmerston" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: Fradelle and Young.</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">LORD PALMERSTON.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"I have," he said, "been called an incendiary,
+a firebrand, a dangerous
+agitator. Now, supposing that I were
+to go to the inhabitants of a village
+or hamlet on the side of a mountain,
+and were to say to them, 'Do you see
+that thin blue smoke which is issuing
+from the rifts of the mountain summit
+above your heads?' and were to warn
+them that it was a menace of peril.
+Suppose that they were heedless of my
+warning, and denounced me for awaking
+unnecessary alarm: and suppose that
+soon afterwards the mountain became
+a huge bellowing volcano, filling the
+heavens with red-hot ashes, and pouring
+huge streams of burning lava down
+its sides. Would it have been I who
+created that volcano? Would it have
+been my hand which stored it with
+combustible materials? Should I have
+been a dangerous agitator because I had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span>
+warned the dwellers in that mountain
+hamlet to avert or escape from the
+perils by which they were 'menaced'?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-060.jpg" width="250" height="330" alt="Fradelle" />
+<div class="caption"><p>(<em>Photo: Fradelle and Young, Regent Street.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Such is my recollection of the passage
+which I heard so many years ago, and
+which I have doubtless spoiled in attempting
+to reproduce. But when the
+great orator, speaking with weighty deliberation,
+had reached the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">dénouement</i> of
+his striking metaphor, so powerfully had
+he wrought on the feelings of his hearers
+that an effect followed such as I have
+never seen on any other occasion. The
+whole vast audience, as though swayed
+by one common impulse, sprang to its
+feet&mdash;not gradually and at the initiative
+of one or two <em>claqueurs</em> and partisans,
+but with an absolutely electric sympathy,
+and they remained on their feet cheering
+the speaker for five minutes. It was by
+far the most decisive triumph of the
+magic and mastery of eloquence that I
+have ever witnessed in my life.</p>
+
+<p>Another remarkable incident occurred
+at the same meeting. Mr. Ayrton, in
+moving a vote of thanks to the chairman,
+had alluded to a huge procession&mdash;part of
+a demonstration of the working-classes
+in favour of the Reform Bill&mdash;which had
+taken place in London a few days previously.
+Lady Burdett-Coutts had witnessed
+the procession from a balcony in the
+window of her house as it passed down
+the length of Piccadilly and Oxford Street.
+She had been recognised, and, knowing
+her generous beneficence, the working-men
+had cheered her. Mr. Ayrton alluded to
+this, and had the very dubious taste to
+express a strong regret that the Queen,
+who was at Buckingham Palace, had not
+done the same. The allusion was singularly
+misplaced, and Mr. Ayrton, as one who
+had been a member of the Government,
+ought to have known that under no
+circumstances could her Majesty thus
+recognise a demonstration in favour of a
+Bill which excited great differences of
+opinion, and was still under discussion by
+the House of Commons. The speech was
+still more <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mal à propos</i> because it seemed,
+whether intentionally or not, to attribute
+to her Majesty a lack of that sympathy
+with the aspirations of the people which,
+on the contrary, the Queen has invariably
+shown, so that her kindness of heart
+has won a more unbounded affection than
+has ever been lavished on any previous
+Sovereign. Mr. Bright felt how unfortunate
+was this <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">gaucherie</i>, into which the
+speaker had perhaps unintentionally been
+led. He saw also how injurious it might
+be to the effect which the meeting would
+otherwise produce. When he rose to
+acknowledge the vote of thanks to himself,
+he not only defended her Majesty
+from the blame which Mr. Ayrton had
+implied, but, alluding with touching simplicity
+to the long and uninterrupted
+devotion which the Royal Lady had
+shown for so many years of widowhood
+to the memory of her great and princely
+consort, he showed the unfairness of
+the insinuation which might seem to
+have been implied.</p>
+
+<p>The great voices of Mr. Gladstone and
+Mr. Bright are silent. They have passed
+from the heated arena of politics, "to
+where beyond these voices there is peace";
+and they have not left their equals behind
+them. We seem to be passing through one
+of those interspaces in national life which
+are not illuminated by minds so bright
+with genius as those which have ceased
+to shine. The soil of the next generation
+may perhaps produce a harvest as
+rich, or richer. Meanwhile we may at
+least rejoice that</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"Great men have been among us; hands that penned<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And tongues that uttered wisdom:&mdash;better none."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-061.jpg" width="450" height="231" alt="Economical" />
+</div>
+<h2>THE
+HOUSE ECONOMICAL</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By Lina Orman Cooper, Author of "Our Home Rulers," Etc.</strong></p>
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-061a.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="98" class="cap" />
+
+
+
+<p class="cap_1">"Domestic economy consists
+in spending a penny to
+save a pound. Political
+economy consists in
+spending a pound to
+save a penny."</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Such is an aphorism
+left us by one of the
+wisest of men. It exactly defines the principle
+on which I shall deal with the subject of
+this paper. Real economy means good management,
+and is quite apart from penuriousness.
+It implies proper regulation of a household,
+and careful disposition or arrangement of work.
+We can be thrifty of our talents, time, and
+money without being niggardly, for frugality
+need never descend into parsimony if we are
+watchful. There are more precious things than
+£ s. d., after all, and looking after those other
+things makes us sympathetic and original.</p>
+
+<p>For instance, the real House Economical
+suggests sunshine and purity. Without these,
+smallness of rent will be more than counter-balanced
+by increase in doctors' fees. Of necessity,
+it must be liberally and variously supplied,
+or satiety follows. It is true that red herrings
+offer a larger amount of nutriment for a given
+sum of money than any other kind of animal
+food. Yet it would not be really economical to
+feed our households continually on halfpenny
+herrings. A farthing dip is the cheapest light
+obtainable&mdash;but eyes would be ruined if we
+provided nothing but single candles in our
+establishments. Spices and condiments are
+rather adjuncts of food than necessities, yet
+they are medicinal in their properties and of
+extreme value in rendering food more palatable
+and stimulating a jaded appetite. So far for
+food&mdash;for it is with food we generally find a
+tendency to save begins.</p>
+
+<p>True economy consists in maintaining the
+standard of health in a family at its highest.
+Expenditure towards this end can never be
+extravagant, even if it ranges from thick
+curtains over our doors to silk mufflers in
+windy weather. Not to provide our children
+with warm underclothing on the score of
+expense is the height of extravagance; to
+be content without sanitary surroundings
+and labour-saving appliances the depth of
+foolishness.</p>
+
+<p>The House Economical may first of all be
+beautiful. A horizon that is bounded by a need
+for thrift more often than not tends to greyness
+and gloom. This should not be. Lovely surroundings
+are of economic value in keeping
+spirits up to a certain point. Digestion is
+promoted by eating in a bright, airy dining-room.
+A well-arranged bedroom may be productive
+of sleep.</p>
+
+<p>Comfortable homes are economical ones,
+in the best sense of the word, saving time,
+fatigue, and temper. One hour's opportune
+rest on a Chesterfield may save hours of
+malaise and headache. The House Economical
+will have rules sufficiently elastic to
+allow of such occasional pauses in work&mdash;"come-apart-and-rest-for-a-while"
+possibilities&mdash;if
+called for.</p>
+
+<p>One great principle in the House Economical
+is never to spend money on unwanted things
+because they happen to be seen. Another is,
+when wanted, to get the best procurable.
+"Cheap and nasty" is a very true union of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span>
+words. Yet we must remember that some inexpensive
+substitutes are quite as good as costly
+things. A copper kettle, for instance, looks
+just as well and wears longer than a silver
+one. A1 plate lasts a lifetime if taken care of.
+Serge is more useful than satin, and just as
+suitable in its way.</p>
+
+<p>"She looketh well to the ways of her household"
+was said of the virtuous woman of old.
+In the House Economical we must most closely
+follow her example in its ingle-nooks. Our
+average cook thinks it good to use only lumps
+of orrell in the range, ignoring the possibilities
+of saving in any form. Now all housekeepers
+know that pokers should be absent from the
+hearth if we would limit coal bills; that cinders,
+sifted and washed, are most useful fuel for
+frying and laundry work; that a judicious admixture
+of wet slack with wood or "nuts" is
+advisable. There are two economical ways of
+building and maintaining good fires in our
+parlours. One is to ignite at the top and suffer
+to burn <em>downwards</em>. The other is to lay and
+light after the usual fashion and "backen" with
+a bucket of damp coal dust. Either procedure
+gives a fire that will burn for hours
+without attention, if not "raked" by Mary
+Jane. We need not, like the ghost in Hamlet,
+"be condemned to fast in fires" even in the
+House Economical, if we see that every hearth
+burns its own cinders&mdash;that the kitchen stove
+consumes every bit of table refuse&mdash;and that
+the coal man delivers eight bags of slack with
+every ton of coal.</p>
+
+<p>In the House Economical some laundry work
+must be done&mdash;by all means send out starched
+things. But Jaeger underclothing, and all
+flannels, last longer when washed at home. It
+has been said that servants, nowadays, are like
+monkey soap&mdash;and "will not wash clothes."
+But insertion of a clause in our hiring lease
+would show them what is required in this line.
+To keep woollies soft and unshrunken, they
+must be soaked in a bath containing two parts
+cold to one of hot water. In this, a handful of
+boiled soap jelly is stirred (to a lather) and to it
+one tablespoonful of ammonia (liquid) added.
+This volatile spirit loosens all dirt, and our
+clothing requires no rubbing, only a thorough
+rinsing. After shaking well, the garments
+must be hung out in a shady, sunless place to
+dry, and finished with a warm smoother.
+No "cast-iron back with a hinge in it" is
+required for scientific washing, and a few
+minutes' weekly supervision will enable the
+mistress of the House Economical to clothe
+her household in double garments without fear.</p>
+
+<p>In the House Economical we shall rigidly
+exclude everything fusty and dusty. Therefore
+carpets will be conspicuous by their absence
+from the sleeping-rooms, especially those
+threadbare old lengths and squares usually
+relegated to our bedrooms. Floors will be
+disinfected and stained, at the cost of a few
+pence, by the use of permanganate of potash,
+and polished with beeswax and turpentine. A
+cleanly smell, exemption from germs and
+spores and microbes, and knowledge of the
+perfectly sanitary condition of our sleeping
+chambers will result.</p>
+
+<p>"A stitch in time saves nine" is the motto
+writ large on the lintel of the House Economical.
+A supply of carpenterial tools, then, will
+always be at hand to prevent recourse to
+that most expensive luxury&mdash;the British
+workman. We shall oil locks and link chains,
+keep our window cords mended and its sash
+running free. We shall learn how to hammer
+and plane and file and screw. A bit and
+brace will be no wonderful instrument to us
+but a much-used friend. A handy man about
+the place is a well-known boon. Who can
+value at her right worth the handy woman?</p>
+
+<p>It is a well-known fact that "many hands
+make light work," but we must remember
+that limbs imply mouths, and that mouths
+must be filled. Hence, in the House Economical,
+each child will have its own vineyard
+to keep. Helpful, willing little fingers will be
+trained to usefulness. Our young folk find
+as much pleasure in <em>resultful</em> effort as in
+objectless employment&mdash;making beds can be
+as much "play" as arranging a doll's house&mdash;and
+Tommy can be taught to mend as well
+as to break.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps, in the House Economical, we
+are inclined rather to forget that there is a
+time to spend as well as a time to keep
+(Eccles. iii.). The very fact of an economic
+course in general ought to help us to a liberal
+one at proper seasons. Cheese-paring and
+skinning a flint are occupations at all times
+to be avoided, more especially so when festivals
+or hospitality call for an open hand. The
+royal road to prosperity is bordered by scattered
+wealth and watered with generosity. The
+wisest of men said so, and I believe him.</p>
+
+<p>What can I say further of the many other
+avenues leading up to and from the House
+Economical? Of the soap to be bought by
+the stone and the soda in sacks? Of the
+plaice for luncheon instead of halibut? Of
+rhubarb mixed with cherries, and such like?
+In treating of such details in the House
+Economical, we are treading on less flowery
+meads than when considering its twin sisters&mdash;the
+Palace Beautiful and the House Comfortable.
+Yet, perhaps, it needs more real
+wisdom to run a family coach on economically
+pleasant lines than it does to be either artistic
+or cosy. "Common tasks require all the force
+of a trained intellect to bear upon them." So
+it needs a cultivated brain, sanctified common
+sense, and skilful hands, to brighten the everyday
+minutiæ of life in the House essentially
+Economical.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-063.jpg" width="450" height="216" alt="Minor" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE
+MINOR
+CANON'S
+DAUGHTER</h2>
+
+<h3><em>THE STORY OF A CATHEDRAL TOWN.</em></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By E. S. Curry, Author of "One of the Greatest," "Closely Veiled," Etc.</strong></p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<h3>"BIP? BIP?"</h3>
+
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-063a.jpg" alt="I" width="120" height="113" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">Mrs. Lytchett
+was paying
+a homiletic
+visit to
+Mrs. Bethune.
+She
+often did.
+She had
+great ideas
+of the
+duty of a
+Bishop's
+wife in
+keeping the wives of all the other clergy up to
+theirs; and there was much in the Bethune
+household that, in her opinion, required exceptional
+looking after. She liked Mrs. Bethune
+very much, and pitied her not a little.
+Just now, she must require help in managing
+Marjorie. A girl fresh from school&mdash;and
+not at all the school Mrs. Lytchett
+had advised for her&mdash;was almost always tiresome
+at first, till she had been settled into her
+place. Mrs. Lytchett meant to settle Marjorie.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Oh, I am glad to see you up, and looking
+well," she said, coming in briskly on the
+early afternoon's calm.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Bethune put a chair for her beside
+his wife's sofa, and then sat down again to
+the littered table. He had long ago attuned
+himself to a placidity and aloofness in the
+midst of chatter which nothing ordinary
+could disturb.</p>
+
+<p>"How dreadfully busy Mr. Bethune looks!
+Is it another book?" Mrs. Lytchett said.</p>
+
+<p>With a murmured, "I had better go and
+look after the boys," Marjorie obeyed a
+glance from her mother's merry eyes, and
+went away through the window. She was
+apt to fret and rebel at Mrs. Lytchett's interferences,
+and was specially resentful at
+any implied criticism of her mother.</p>
+
+<p>"What a big girl Marjorie grows! She is
+quite startling sometimes. One forgets she
+isn't a child."</p>
+
+<p>"She has grown up early&mdash;to fill my place,"
+with a little sigh.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I hope not," was the cheery response.
+"She could not do that, you know&mdash;at any
+rate, not so successfully. By the way, I came
+partly to ask about her. Is she engaged to
+Mr. Warde?"</p>
+
+<p>"Engaged? No. She is scarcely eighteen."</p>
+
+<p>"But he evidently admires her&mdash;there is
+no mistaking that&mdash;he takes complete possession
+of her. Now, what do you wish
+about it?"</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't what I wish," gently. "You are
+very kind&mdash;but Marjorie is a girl who will
+settle such a matter for herself."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but that is nonsense! Those things
+can always be managed with proper care."</p>
+
+<p>"But I should be sorry to have her
+managed. Nothing forced upon Marjorie
+will make her happy. She must be left to
+herself."</p>
+
+<p>"How mistaken! You would not leave
+her to herself if a bad man were in question."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I should take care not to put her in the
+way of a bad man," with dignity.</p>
+
+<p>"You would prevent her meeting him?
+Exactly; then why act differently when it
+is someone you like? However, there is
+time for that. There is another matter. Do
+you know anything of Mr. Pelham's household?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, nothing."</p>
+
+<p>"The Bishop likes him, thinks him a great
+acquisition, and he visits at Oldstead. I had
+him to dinner, and he and Charity sang
+nicely. I'm not sure," looking wise, "that
+there isn't something between&mdash;&mdash;However,
+he sent his baby to see me this morning&mdash;a
+most wilful, spoilt little thing. That nurse
+will not do at all."</p>
+
+<p>"You share Sandy's opinion."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! I heard your boys had taken to the
+baby. Perhaps that was what made her so
+tiresome this morning. I warned Mr. Pelham
+what mischiefs they were," candidly. "But
+the nurse is insufferable. Dressed in a sort
+of dove-coloured dress and a hat, and all
+her hair waved&mdash;kid gloves, and an embroidered
+skirt under her dress. I asked her
+if Mr. Pelham had given her leave to dress
+like that."</p>
+
+<p>"A man does not notice," said Mrs. Bethune,
+glad that Marjorie was not by to comment.</p>
+
+<p>"I told her that I should speak to him, as
+she did not seem to realise her own duty,
+and also about the child's dress. It was
+ridiculous."</p>
+
+<p>"A man could not know," suggested Mrs.
+Bethune.</p>
+
+<p>"She was very impertinent, and then we
+found that the baby had run away. We
+could not find her anywhere, and she had
+got to the Bishop's room through the window.
+It seems that your boys had shown
+her the way. It seems rather hard that the
+Bishop of the diocese shouldn't be free from
+intrusion in his own palace. And he was
+very busy&mdash;just going off."</p>
+
+<p>At mention of her boys a little tender
+smile crept into Mrs. Bethune's eyes. "He is
+always good to the boys," she said to the
+implied reproach.</p>
+
+<p>"Good, yes&mdash;but that should prevent advantage
+being taken. And the baby has a temper,"
+pursued Mrs. Lytchett. "She fought and
+screamed when I took her from his knee.
+She is evidently being brought up very badly
+indeed. I am going to see about it now.
+Do you think he will be back? I hear," in
+accents of disgust, "that he rides backwards
+and forwards on one of those horrid bicycles."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Lytchett paused to wonder a little at
+the sudden flush suffusing Mrs. Bethune's
+face, but went on: "I hope he won't introduce
+these things into the Precincts, now
+we have kept them away so long. I should
+have thought they might very well be left to
+Blackton and such places."</p>
+
+<p>"Even the Duchess rides," Mrs. Bethune
+said softly. She felt guiltily conscious that
+Marjorie and Charity, under Mr. Pelham's
+instructions, had been riding for some days
+past&mdash;not only in the Deanery garden as at
+first, but far away into the country.</p>
+
+<p>"The Duchess is the Duchess," sharply.
+"She does and tolerates many things that
+seem to me a great pity."</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>Mr. Pelham had ridden home early that
+day, with the idea in his mind of taking
+his baby down to the Canons' Court, and
+himself consulting Mrs. Bethune about her.
+Marjorie had said, "Mother will know";
+Charity had said, "Ask Mrs. Bethune, she is
+the nicest woman to consult"; and his own
+drawing in the direction where Marjorie might
+be found made him jump at the advice.</p>
+
+<p>But he had found a tearful nurse and a belligerent
+baby; and he was just emerging
+from a lively interview in the study, where
+he had been told that, "if she couldn't dress
+as seemed fitting in such a house, as the
+attendant of Miss Pelham, not just like a
+common nurse, she would like to give a
+month's notice," when he met Mrs. Lytchett
+crossing the hall to the drawing-room.</p>
+
+<p>"This is very kind of you," he began,
+conscious of an audible sniff and the angry
+rustle of skirts behind him; and before
+him, Mrs. Lytchett's tilted nose and stony
+eyes fixed in the same direction. He had a
+man's horror of a scene, and he glanced apprehensively
+at the turned-down corners of
+Mrs. Lytchett's mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"Bring Miss Barbara, nurse," he said
+hastily, and ushered his visitor into the
+drawing-room.</p>
+
+<p>"What a remarkable apartment!" Mrs.
+Lytchett said in her deep voice, looking
+round. "What alterations you have made!"</p>
+
+<p>"I hope you like it," he said courteously.</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay I shall, when I get used to it.
+I'm not one that approves of changes," she
+responded. Then turning from frivolities,
+she sat down and began seriously upon her
+business.</p>
+
+<p>"Your little girl came to see me this
+morning. I am afraid that nurse of yours
+is very unfit for her position, and is doing
+her great harm. She is spoilt and very
+wilful."</p>
+
+<p>"My little Barbara!" murmured Mr.
+Pelham, a pang filling his heart at such
+words in connection with his baby, followed
+immediately by a feeling that he should like
+to do some harm to his visitor. Just then
+the door was opened widely, and the baby
+stood within the doorway.</p>
+
+<p>To eyes not jaundiced, she was a perfect<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span>
+picture in a fitting frame. The sun shone in,
+through old stained glass, on the brown panelling
+of the hall behind her. A ray, through
+a side window of the drawing-room, fell
+upon her, lighting up her vivacious, dark
+beauty. Nurse, on seeing the visitor, had
+hastily given vent to her temper, and arrayed
+her in the latest Regent Street confection&mdash;a
+dainty short-waisted, long-skirted
+white satin frock trimmed with costly lace,
+under which the bare pink toes just peeped,
+for Barbara had scouted the accompanying
+shoes.</p>
+
+<p>With her face dimpling into smiles at sight of
+her father, she caught up her skirt with one
+hand and hurried towards him.</p>
+
+<p>"Noo f'ock," she called out.</p>
+
+<p>Then she recognised the visitor, and paused,
+remembering the morning's conflict,
+putting her finger into her
+mouth and considering. A little
+to her father's dismay she tilted
+her nose, and said interrogatively,
+"Bip? Bip?" much as if she
+were questioning a terrier. Then
+she slowly sidled to his knee,
+eyeing Mrs. Lytchett the while
+in evident doubt of her intentions.</p>
+
+<p>"Bip? Bip?" she queried again
+insistently, pointing her finger at
+the visitor.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, Barbie?" her
+father asked gently.</p>
+
+<p>"She means the Bishop," explained
+the Bishop's wife in disgusted
+tones. "That is what she
+was screaming all through the
+hall this morning, when I brought
+her from his study. It is a
+dreadful name. You must say
+'Bishop,' little one," she commanded
+in deep tones, bending
+towards the baby.</p>
+
+<p>Barbara was not easily frightened,
+but the atmosphere was
+stormy, and her dressing had
+been hurried. She glanced up
+into the stony eyes above her,
+and perhaps gauged the lack of
+sympathy. With a quiver of her
+rosy mouth she said faintly,
+"Barbedie say Bip," and having
+thus asserted herself, threw herself
+against her father's knees,
+her face buried. He afterwards
+related that he heard murmurs of
+the obnoxious monosyllable; but
+fortunately the situation was relieved
+by a piercing whistle that now sounded
+through the windows.</p>
+
+<p>As she heard it, a delighted smile came
+over Barbara's lifted face&mdash;a kind of record
+of past delight and future hope. She raised
+her hand, and pointed vaguely at the outside
+world.</p>
+
+<p>"Boy," she said ecstatically, wriggling hurriedly
+from her father's knee. It was Sandy's
+summons to his comrade, and she hastened
+to answer it.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is the Bethune boys on their
+way home from school," Mr. Pelham said
+apologetically.</p>
+
+<p>"It certainly sounds like them&mdash;no one else
+could make such a dreadful noise," Mrs.
+Lytchett answered. "Are you going to let
+that child go out like that, with no shoes
+on, and in that dress? Ah, there!"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-065.jpg" width="350" height="511" alt="apartment" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"What a remarkable apartment!"</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>She had risen and approached the window,
+with the view of intercepting Barbara's exit.
+But the baby was too quick. Hastily wriggling
+down the steps, in a manner peculiarly her
+own, she was seized upon on either hand
+by David and Sandy&mdash;apt at quick evasions,
+as well as in seeing cause for them&mdash;and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">&nbsp;</a><br /><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span>
+was striding with huge strides across the
+lawn. Point lace and satin were of no
+account with the Bethune boys, any more
+than were bare toes and a hatless head. The
+girl-baby, all smiles to them, they found delightful,
+no matter in what she might happen
+to be cased.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/i-066.jpg" width="418" height="600" alt="eyes" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">His keen eyes took in all the details of the scene.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"That dress will be ruined," Mrs. Lytchett
+said tragically; and she proceeded with energy
+to convey her opinions as to the dressing of
+little children, as well as of their nurses.
+When she at last withdrew to pay a visit
+on the Green, Mr. Pelham closed the big
+gate behind her with a sigh of relief.</p>
+
+<p>"I daresay she is right," he thought. "But
+what unpleasant 'right.' I will ask Mrs.
+Bethune."</p>
+
+<p>He felt always irresistibly drawn by the dark
+beauty of Mrs. Bethune's eyes. No one could see
+the appeal in them without a pang. Even
+amidst her merriment, their wistful beauty
+somewhat belied it. Mr. Pelham found her
+helplessness and patience very pathetic. She
+looked so young to be a prisoner&mdash;so young,
+too, to be the mother of all those boys&mdash;whose
+noise was, however, curbed somewhat
+near her sofa.</p>
+
+<p>When she had heard his errand, she said,
+"I thought you had come for your little
+girl. She came down half an hour ago
+with my boys, in a dress fit for a princess.
+I feared they had stolen her away. We
+have ventured to take it off, and put her
+into one of the boy's blouses. I really
+couldn't let her go and dig in such clothes.
+Yes," in response to his look, "they are all
+in the garden. Go and see if you like her
+in it, and then you shall have a pattern."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Pelham, on emerging through the
+window into the garden, saw that the "all" included
+also Mr. Warde. That gentleman had
+shown himself disinclined to follow the Bishop's
+lead in being civil to the newcomer. He
+had not yet called on him&mdash;though when
+they met they were friendly in discussing
+mutual tastes.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Warde was sitting with Marjorie under
+the beech tree on the lawn, and Mr. Pelham
+was struck by the look of intimacy, long-established,
+that the books and work scattered
+on the table seemed to prove between
+them. He could not know that Mr. Warde
+had joined Marjorie, after she had gone out to
+overlook the boys. He only saw that they
+were sitting together in the summer shade,
+talking in low voices&mdash;the man with a look
+on his face, and a possession in his attitude,
+which could not be mistaken&mdash;the girl with
+a wistful appeal shining in her dark eyes,
+which might well be a response.</p>
+
+<p>A cold doubt fell on the beholder as he
+walked slowly towards them, and his keen
+eyes took in all the details of the scene.
+He had heard rumours&mdash;Charity had half-revealed
+the understanding between them&mdash;but
+his heart had refused belief.</p>
+
+<p>Could it be that, after all, they were engaged?
+If so, he knew that life&mdash;which, with
+its new possibilities, had lately become
+strangely sweet&mdash;would again be a dark and
+careful problem.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>BETWEEN TWO LOVERS.</h3>
+
+
+<p>Barbara had been exercising all her
+fascinations in beguiling Mr. Warde.
+She was attired in one of Orme's
+blue smocks, in which her small body
+was somewhat lost, but in which she was
+equally pretty as when attired in her own
+daintinesses. Her nurse had fostered in her
+a taste for dress, which so far prompted a
+desire for her father's approval; but the
+male tuition she was now under promised
+soon to qualify this taste.</p>
+
+<p>She had informed Mr. Warde of her importance
+in Orme's dress, and received his
+sympathy, with pretty little pattings down
+of the blue linen, until recalled to business
+by Sandy's whistle.</p>
+
+<p>"Bardedie go dig," she announced, showing
+all her white teeth in an alluring smile, and
+trotting off to the cave side.</p>
+
+<p>Down below, the boys were strenuously repairing
+the ravages of the thunderstorm, and
+all hands&mdash;and baskets&mdash;were in requisition.
+The <em>rôle</em> of highwayman, like that of ghost,
+having palled, they were eager to begin the
+more important one of settler. David had
+arranged the start for the next day, and
+they were excitedly making preparations and
+collecting necessary stores.</p>
+
+<p>These included numerous and unlikely
+things.</p>
+
+<p>"Settlers have spades; we shan't want any,
+as ours isn't diggin' ground," objected David
+to Sandy's list.</p>
+
+<p>"It's ridic'lus to go settling wivout spades,"
+said Sandy.</p>
+
+<p>"Less to carry, and there'll be enough,
+and it isn't like straight, even ground."</p>
+
+<p>"We must have a blanket. That can come
+off a bed. It's a mountain, Dave, 'member&mdash;the
+top of a mountain. An' our fambly to
+get up an' all. It'll be awfly hard," said
+Sandy, stopping for a moment in his burrowings
+to mop his heated face. Just then
+Barbara danced in, planting her feet in
+great delight in the damp mud Sandy had
+excavated.</p>
+
+<p>"Me," she demanded, "me too. Barbedie
+dig"; and, seizing a basket, she began to fill
+it, in keen emulation of Orme's business-like<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span>
+labour. Orme was a most useful coadjutor
+in anything. When once set to work, he
+always went on stolidly till he was told to
+stop, or till material failed him. Nothing in
+the way of temptation, no delight or allurement,
+could turn him aside.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-068.jpg" width="450" height="326" alt="gaze" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">Marjorie lifted her head to meet his gaze.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Marjorie's tools, like his, were her two little
+fat hands, and these were soon, to her delight,
+plastered with mud.</p>
+
+<p>"How shall we get her?" inquired David,
+pausing and looking at the baby, working so
+ardently. "Must she come too?"</p>
+
+<p>"'Course she must," said Sandy. "We
+ain't got no other girl. 'Sides, it ud be a
+shame to leave her out just when the fun
+begins. She'll have to be fetched. We'll
+get her to tea."</p>
+
+<p>The boys' heads got together over schemes
+which grew more and more ambitious, and
+by the time the passage was cleared of the
+<em>débris</em> and mud, and the little ones shunted
+back from discovery of its exit, all details had
+been planned.</p>
+
+<p>Sandy, hearing voices, reconnoitred, with
+only his eyes above ground, to find out
+whether friend or foe were with Marjorie.
+He was delighted to see Barbara's father.
+Here was his opportunity.</p>
+
+<p>It was probably the dirtiest little boy in
+England who came persuasively to Mr. Pelham's
+side, holding the transformed Barbara&mdash;now
+almost equally dirty&mdash;by the hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Your baby likes our house," he said.
+"May she come to-morrow, and stop to tea?"</p>
+
+<p>Barbara, gazing with delight at her unrecognisable
+hands, held them up to her father's
+view; sufficient plea, she held these hands
+for a repetition of delight. And when Ross
+and Orme ambled up alongside, regarding
+him solemnly with their round blue eyes,
+awaiting his verdict, he said "Yes."</p>
+
+<p>Sandy's remnant of conscience prompted
+him to say, "We'll bring her back some
+time&mdash;honour bright. Don't want that nasty
+nurse prancing 'bout."</p>
+
+<p>"Hush, Sandy!" said Marjorie.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't," reiterated Sandy sturdily; "her
+skirts scrape an' scratch&mdash;an' she screams
+if you do things sudden."</p>
+
+<p>"I hope it is quite safe," Marjorie said a
+little anxiously, as Barbara was marched off
+to the nursery by all her swains, to be
+cleaned, and reinstated in her satin gown.
+"Sandy doesn't quite realise what a baby
+she is."</p>
+
+<p>"No harm could happen on the way down,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span>
+Mr. Pelham said thoughtfully, "and it is but a
+step from my gate to the Court. I have watched
+how careful they are with her."</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie's solicitude for his baby prompted
+him to inquire, rising unwillingly when that
+small person reappeared, "Are you dining at
+the Deanery to-morrow?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," answered Marjorie. "Charity has
+some musical people coming down from London&mdash;and
+you&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She paused, recollecting Charity's pretty
+air of possession when mentioning Mr. Pelham
+and his singing. She had said, "Mr.
+Pelham and I have been practising together
+a good deal&mdash;he sent for some new songs from
+town. Our voices suit perfectly&mdash;there are
+very few evenings, when we are disengaged,
+that he doesn't find his way down the hill."</p>
+
+<p>She did not mention the warm and recurrent
+invitation of the Dean. Nor could Marjorie
+realise the allurement of the pretty drawing-room
+with its charming hostess to the
+lonely man. Possibly, neither would she
+have believed that sometimes a visionary
+hope that he might find her with her friend
+had been his lure.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie's was a home to which he did
+not often like to venture unasked. One
+evening, he had volunteered to be Charity's
+messenger; and he had been struck by the
+aloofness and quiet of the little scene into
+which he had been announced.</p>
+
+<p>The lamp, on the minor canon's table,
+shining white on the scattered papers, lit up
+his scholarly face, as, busy with his writing
+and the thoughts it brought, he turned a
+far-away gaze on the visitor.</p>
+
+<p>Another lamp, by Mrs. Bethune's sofa,
+shone on Marjorie's burnished head, and
+lighted the fragile beauty of her mother.
+Both were busy with needlework&mdash;the pretty
+smocks of the little boys. Mrs. Bethune's
+slender hands rested whilst she welcomed
+and talked to Mr. Pelham; but Marjorie's
+went on with their occupation. He noticed,
+too, the open book which lay upon the
+table; the quiet homeliness of this little scene,
+which yet Marjorie's rapidly moving fingers
+made part of a more strenuous life than
+the one he had just left; the work-a-day
+room in which were no luxuries, except the
+little table of hothouse flowers, always kept
+fresh and fragrant by Mrs. Bethune's many
+friends; and the bent, aloof figure of the
+student&mdash;all gave the room a totally different
+atmosphere from the luxurious apartment
+whence he had come. Its calm, and peace, and
+withdrawal, struck Mr. Pelham with a sense of
+chill. He had no part in it. Mother and
+child were enough for each other. Marjorie
+had none of Charity's pretty restlessnesses and
+fusses for her visitor's entertainment. As
+the conversation went on, she scarcely raised
+her eyes. He talked to Mrs. Bethune, prolonging
+the conversation that he might enjoy
+the quiet pose of Marjorie's slim figure, the
+pretty curves of cheek and ear, and the
+moving swiftness of her fingers.</p>
+
+<p>Only now and then Marjorie lifted her
+head to meet his gaze, with the wistful
+look now becoming habitual. For Mr.
+Warde's steady wooing, although, according
+to his promise, unvoiced, was sufficiently
+assiduous; and Marjorie was unconsciously
+making up her mind to a future which she
+realised would be a great delight to her
+parents. She was quite matter-of-fact about
+it. It did not occur to her that she was of
+sufficient importance to revolt at such a
+future. She did not once say to her mother,
+"It is my own life I have to live. Why
+should I marry Mr. Warde if I don't love
+him?" She put aside the fancies of a far
+different lover which, in moments of unrest,
+or rare idleness, filled her day-dreams.</p>
+
+<p>"Life isn't a fairy tale," she settled with
+a sigh, at the remembrance of an arresting
+look she could not banish. "He cares for
+Charity. Everybody says so. How can I be
+so silly? And yet&mdash;and yet&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Could you not come up and see my
+house some day?" Mr. Pelham had asked
+that evening, as he was leaving. "Oh!"
+as a sudden thought struck him, "I have a
+carriage&mdash;scarcely ever used. I believe it
+could be made as comfortable as your chair.
+Would it shake you too much? And then,"
+turning eagerly to Marjorie, "your mother
+could drive every day it was fine. It would
+be a kindness to use it!" he pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie's face lit in response. "Mother
+does drive sometimes. Mr. Warde&mdash;&mdash;" and
+with angry dismay, the looker-on beheld the
+mounting flush. "Oh, everybody is very
+kind in that way," she finished hurriedly.</p>
+
+<p>"But come and see my house and pictures,"
+he persisted, turning to Mrs. Bethune. "Come
+to-morrow, and I will be at home to show
+you them, and see that you are not tired."</p>
+
+<p>The visit had been duly paid and enjoyed,
+and plans for others made, till it soon
+happened that, thanks also to the boys and
+Barbara, scarcely a day passed without
+communication between the Canons' Court
+and The Ridges.</p>
+
+<p>And so love, unconsciously fed and
+fostered, had grown apace.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>There was a silence under the beech tree
+after Mr. Pelham's departure, during which
+both Marjorie and Mr. Warde were busy
+with their own thoughts. It was broken by
+Mr. Warde.</p>
+
+<p>"When is that engagement to be announced?
+Is it settled yet?"</p>
+
+<p>"What engagement?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Pelham and your friend, Charity. I never
+drop in of an evening but I find him
+there."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps he says the same about you," said
+Marjorie, a flash of mischief in her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Warde's speech had broken in upon a
+dreamy wonder, which was making a song of
+joy in her heart, as to the meaning of Mr.
+Pelham's lingering look as he had said
+good-bye. With a start of recollection, and
+a pulling of herself together, Marjorie remembered
+that she had known this man, on
+whose looks she was dwelling, just six weeks.
+Six weeks! And this other man, sitting so
+near, with an air of possession at which her
+whole heart rebelled&mdash;though she quelled the
+expression she was longing to give way to&mdash;she
+had known all her life! All her life he
+had been intimate&mdash;one of them&mdash;as near
+almost as her father. And how good he had
+been to her, to them all! How the household
+would miss the constant care&mdash;first for
+one, then for another&mdash;which in so many
+ways he had evinced. Marjorie's conscience
+smote her when she recalled his many
+kindnesses, accepted as a matter of course,
+as between lifelong friends; kindnesses, as
+she quickly remembered, entirely on one side.</p>
+
+<p>The recollection of her mother's pleading
+for him drew Marjorie's eyes in mute
+questioning to his face. Would he feel very
+much if she could not bring herself to care
+for him? He looked so comfortable, and
+healthy, and prosperous. Surely it could not
+matter to him what a girl might do? And
+then&mdash;he turned, and looked at her suddenly,
+to meet the questioning in her eyes. A
+queer, rigid expression hardened his mouth.
+For a moment he waited, as though preparing
+for a blow. Then he stood up and
+looked down at her, shielding her by his
+action from any lookers-on from the windows.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Marjorie, you have something to say
+to me?" and she heard him catch his breath,
+and pause to recover, before he added: "Say
+it quickly, dear. Have you changed? Have
+you reconsidered?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mother&mdash;&mdash;" stammered Marjorie, taken by
+surprise; "no, I haven't changed, but&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he encouraged; and he vaguely
+wondered that she was not stunned by the
+loud beating of his heart. It had come at
+last, what he longed for. It overmastered
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"Mother said&mdash;it is love." Her head was
+bent, and her voice was a whisper, scarcely
+audible in the soft summer air; but the man
+heard.</p>
+
+<p>"And you&mdash;and you?" he breathed.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie lifted her eyes, startled. This&mdash;what
+was it?&mdash;this transforming emotion,
+shining in the eyes, usually so quiet? She
+shrank back.</p>
+
+<p>"No, do not," she implored. "I do not
+know&mdash;I do not feel like that."</p>
+
+<p>She made as though to rise, and pushed
+him gently away. What had she said? What
+had she done to cause such feeling?</p>
+
+<p>"Nay, Marjorie," he said, and he grew
+rigid again in self-control; "tell me what
+was in your mind. I will not vex you&mdash;I will
+claim nothing; only tell me&mdash;tell me," he entreated.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie, looking into her memory, searched
+in vain for something that would meet this
+demand. A vague memory of her mother's
+words about marriage and Mr. Warde, mingled
+with the Duchess's conversation at the Deanery;
+a recollection of the constant coupling of
+Charity's name with that of Mr. Pelham; a
+tired feeling that she had been worsted in a
+struggle, and could no longer fight; a yearning
+for comfort in some undefined sorrow,
+to which she could give no name&mdash;a sense of
+irrevocableness, of emptiness, of ineffable
+longing. This is what Marjorie felt, and from
+which she turned, as human nature will turn
+from a hurt to which experience can give no
+cure.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not think&mdash;I do not know whether it
+is love," she said at last. The man winced
+unconsciously at the icy aloofness of the girlish
+voice. "But&mdash;if&mdash;you&mdash;care&mdash;&mdash;" The words
+fell sighingly from her lips.</p>
+
+<p>"If I care?" he repeated slowly, and his
+voice was as cold as hers in the effort at
+repression; "if I care? Marjorie, I care so
+much that to make you happy, to win your
+love, I would give my life. My darling"&mdash;he
+paused&mdash;"how dear&mdash;how dear&mdash;I cannot
+make you understand. You shall never regret&mdash;never!"</p>
+
+<p>He looked down for a second at the bowed
+white face, so unlike the face of a happy girl
+hearing her lover tell that she is beloved, and
+said softly:</p>
+
+<p>"You will like to be alone; I will go. Do
+not think of me in any other way than as
+just your old friend, until&mdash;until you give it
+me willingly. I will claim nothing more."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+
+<h3>MISSING!</h3>
+
+
+<p>"What's he been doin', Margie?"</p>
+
+<p>Ages had passed, so it seemed
+to Marjorie, since the departure of
+Mr. Warde, when Sandy's question
+reached her ear. All the boys were standing
+round, looking at her with inquisitive concern.
+Marjorie, a limp heap, inattentive, unready to
+listen to them, was a new experience. Ross
+and Orme had tender hearts, not yet hardened
+by contact with an unsympathetic world. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span>
+latter had dug his elbows into his sister's
+knees, and was looking up pitifully into the
+far-away eyes that did not even yet see him.
+Conscious of the blankness, Orme felt moved
+to whimper; Ross thumped with sturdy fists
+the limp knees which, hitherto, for baby
+weaknesses had provided firm support.</p>
+
+<p>"What's he been doin', Margie?"</p>
+
+<p>As the question reached her far-away
+consciousness, Marjorie came back to reality
+with a sudden start. Mr. Warde had forgotten
+that the boys were still in the garden, so
+occupied was he and so quiet were they.
+But as the tea-hour approached, first one,
+then another, finally all four pairs of eyes
+had been cautiously lifted above ground to
+survey the situation.</p>
+
+<p>Something, perhaps, in Mr. Warde's appearance,
+some intuition of unwonted agitation in
+the interview going on under their eyes, had
+warned David against intrusion, and he had
+held Sandy back until the visitor was gone.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i-071.jpg" width="350" height="320" alt="heap" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"Seems you're struck all of a heap, Margie!"</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Seems you're all struck of a heap,
+Margie," said David now. "Has he been
+scolding?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not exactly," faltered Marjorie; she could
+not meet the inquiring glances bent on her
+from all sides. She felt sore and shaken; and
+the familiar faces brought back to her recollection
+the full meaning of the interview
+through which she had just passed. What
+had she done? what had she said? With a
+shock she realised that she had agreed to
+become Mr. Warde's wife. Her whole soul
+shrank.</p>
+
+<p>"Ain't we goin' to have any tea?" Sandy
+inquired, his mind bent on an opportunity
+for the acquisition of stores.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it tea-time?"</p>
+
+<p>"Bell went ever so long ago."</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't you hear it, Margie?" Ross inquired,
+much impressed at such absent-mindedness.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Ross. Go in, all of you, and get
+clean," Marjorie ordered, glancing from one
+to another, feeling less like a victim under
+the eyes of her judges now that they too
+were in a position to be criticised.</p>
+
+<p>"'Stead of eatin' much," Sandy had
+exhorted beforehand, "you've got to save."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>If Marjorie had not been so occupied with
+her own perplexities, she must have noticed,
+first, the ravenous appetite of the four; next,
+the rapidity with which the bread-and-butter
+and cake disappeared. All the pockets were
+bulging when Ross was deputed to say
+grace, but the little boy's face looked very
+disconsolate indeed. Regardless of Sandy's
+frowns, after struggling through the formula,
+in accents of lingering unwillingness, he
+added&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Ain't had a good tea&mdash;me hungry as
+hungry."</p>
+
+<p>"Me, too," said Orme hopefully.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie glanced suspiciously round on the
+faces of her brothers, and then at the empty
+board. Even so preoccupied as she was, she
+could not but suspect that some means,
+other than natural ones, must have been
+used to banish all that food. And when the
+same thing happened the next afternoon also,
+when a more than usually varied abundance
+graced the table in honour of Barbara's visit,
+she spoke.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't think," she was beginning to
+protest, when, to Sandy's delighted relief,
+Mrs. Lytchett was announced as being in the
+drawing-room, and asking specially for her.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear!" sighed Marjorie, her mind
+travelling back to all her misdemeanours.
+"What can it be? I hope not the cycling."</p>
+
+<p>But it was. There was an amused flash in
+her mother's eyes, while Mrs. Lytchett's lips
+looked as though they were carved in stone,
+so very determined was her aspect.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope it isn't true, Marjorie, what I
+hear?" she said in aggrieved tones.</p>
+
+<p>"What is that?" asked Marjorie.</p>
+
+<p>"Three of those horrid bicycles passed me
+this afternoon close, whirling by at a furious
+pace. I had been to the Deanery, to tell
+Charity how sorry the Bishop was to miss
+her music. She wasn't in; and passing the
+garden entrance&mdash;the garden entrance&mdash;ah, I
+see it is true!"</p>
+
+<p>For Marjorie's aspect was unmistakable. It
+was one of guilt. She did nothing, but sat
+down in a somewhat limp manner in the chair
+near which she stood, and looked blankly at
+her inquisitor.</p>
+
+<p>"So I asked; I could scarcely believe my
+eyes. That young footman was lounging
+near; I suppose he was waiting for the
+bicycles, wasting his time. And he said you
+have all been riding a long time."</p>
+
+<p>"Not so very long," Marjorie answered in
+excusing accents. "Only about a month."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Bethune laughed, though she looked
+at Marjorie anxiously. When they were not
+too bitter, she enjoyed the humour of the
+encounters between Mrs. Lytchett and
+Marjorie. Generally the latter showed fight;
+but all that day she had been unusually quiet.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought you knew how much the
+Bishop and I hated the horrid things."</p>
+
+<p>The tones were deeply reproachful.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought&mdash;he&mdash;had changed," Marjorie
+stammered.</p>
+
+<p>"No; he will never change, neither shall
+I"&mdash;in accents of certainty. "The Bishop
+thinks them most unbecoming. How did you
+learn? I hope that young footman&mdash;&mdash;" She
+paused, unable to put into words the suspicion
+she had conjured up.</p>
+
+<p>"We learnt&mdash;Mr. Pelham showed us&mdash;in the
+Deanery garden. It isn't difficult."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sorry you didn't think more of your
+position in Norham before setting such an
+example. And they cost so much!"</p>
+
+<p>"Mine was a present," murmured Marjorie,
+unwontedly gentle.</p>
+
+<p>"A present! From Mr. Pelham?"</p>
+
+<p>"It came with Charity's."</p>
+
+<p>"From the Dean. Oh! that is different."</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie's memory went back to the sunshiny
+afternoon under the chestnuts at the
+Deanery, when the two new glittering
+machines&mdash;just arrived from the maker&mdash;had
+been brought out to Charity's tea-table.</p>
+
+<p>"One for me!" she had exclaimed, reading
+the label in delight. "How kind of the
+Dean!"</p>
+
+<p>But when she thanked the Dean, in pretty
+gratitude, a little later, he had disclaimed the
+gift.</p>
+
+<p>"Who sent for it for me? Can it really
+be for me? Not Mr. Pelham, surely?" (for
+it was he who, at the Dean's request, had
+ordered Charity's). He, too, disowned being
+the giver.</p>
+
+<p>"But you know?" Marjorie asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know. The giver is one who has
+every right to give you pleasure."</p>
+
+<p>Something in his manner put her on the
+track, and she remembered that the Bishop
+had been in the garden when the purchase
+had been talked about. When she saw him
+next, he did not disavow her thanks.</p>
+
+<p>"I like to see you enjoying yourself, my
+dear," he answered in his kind tones. "I
+thought how bright and happy you both
+looked the other day. Only don't have any
+accidents."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think it was the Dean," Marjorie's
+truthful nature prompted her to answer
+now. "It was&mdash;the Bishop."</p>
+
+<p>"And I asked him not! I begged him not
+to carry out his intention. Poor Norham!"
+with a sigh, "it has given in at last, and
+now you and Charity have started, every
+girl in the place will follow. I blame the
+Duchess."</p>
+
+<p>When the visitor had gone, Marjorie stood
+for a moment at the window, anxiously
+watching Sandy speeding up the garden as
+fast as his legs could carry him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The boys have got some scheme on, I
+believe, mother," she said. "Dave and Sandy
+have been full of mystery all day, and Ross
+is pompous. I wish we weren't going to
+leave you alone to-night," she said tenderly.</p>
+
+<p>"I like you to go with your father, dear&mdash;he
+will not stay for the music, so I shall
+not be alone long. And now&mdash;I must expect
+to lose you gradually, dear."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, not yet." With passion Marjorie
+pushed the thought away.</p>
+
+<p>Many little hindrances occurred whilst she
+was dressing. One knock preceded the entrance
+of Sandy, an unwonted visitor at such
+a time. He looked eager and excited; but he
+stood fidgeting by Marjorie's dressing-table,
+watching the arrangement of her hair, and
+did not appear in any hurry to explain what
+he needed.</p>
+
+<p>"Is all girl's hair done like that? What a
+bover it must be," he remarked after a little
+time. "I <em>should</em> like that tiny, squinchy, soft
+brush, Margie."</p>
+
+<p>"What for?"</p>
+
+<p>"To brush Barbie's hair. It's in a awfle
+mess."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, take it," said Marjorie kindly. "And
+it's time you took her home. She goes to bed
+at seven, and you promised."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but"&mdash;objected Sandy eagerly&mdash;"not
+to-day. Mr. Pelham said she might stay a
+bit longer. Is your bed or mine biggest,
+Margie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mine. What a funny boy you are, Sandy."</p>
+
+<p>"Could I have a blanket off your bed,
+Margie? Nurse'll fuss ever so, if I take
+ours&mdash;an' I can't poss'bly do wivout one."</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie's thoughts had passed away from
+her little brother and his needs; and the
+absent assent she gave was enough for
+Sandy. He dragged the blanket from the
+bed, and ran off, hugging it in his arms.
+He found always that directness was his
+best aid. Not often did Sandy beat about
+the bush.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie went down, cloak and gloves in
+hand, a dainty, graceful figure in her soft
+white dress. Her father was waiting for her,
+sitting in unwonted idleness by her mother's
+sofa.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie looked at them curiously as she
+crossed the floor, noting, as she would not
+have noted another time, that her mother's
+hand was clasped in her father's. Love, the
+love she had pledged herself to, was theirs.
+They loved each other well, it was easy to
+see; though, to Marjorie, it seemed impossible
+that her dignified father could ever have told
+his love behind a door.</p>
+
+<p>Her aspect was stern, like that of a young
+judge, as she looked down upon them now.
+Somehow, to her, love's outward features were
+no longer fair.</p>
+
+<p>"You look very nice, Margie," her mother
+said softly, looking at the tall, slim form,
+crowned by its cold pure face. "That dress
+is a success. Look, father."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Bethune turned his eyes upon his
+daughter, and smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he said; "she looks sweet and
+clean. She is like you, Alysson," his voice
+lingering and breaking, "in the old days."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-073.jpg" width="200" height="386" alt="anxious" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">Anxiously watching Sandy speeding up the garden.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Marjorie heard, wondering. Alysson! How
+sweet the name sounded with that caressing
+accent on its second syllable. This was the
+first time she had ever heard her father call
+her mother thus.</p>
+
+<p>She walked beside him through the evening
+sunset, down the Canons' Court, to the
+music of the cathedral chimes; her cloak
+cast round her emphasising the youthful
+slenderness, which made her seem so tall.
+Mr. Warde, from the Deanery steps, watched
+them approach, his heart bounding with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span>
+delight at her fairness. Only when they
+reached the door, a thought occurred to
+Marjorie, and she turned to her father in a
+little concern.</p>
+
+<p>"I saw nothing of the children. I quite
+forgot them. Did you see them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mother said"&mdash;it was work-a-day "mother"
+now, not the tenderly breathed "Alysson"&mdash;"that
+they had gone off, she thought, with
+Pelham's baby."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-074.jpg" width="250" height="456" alt="flying" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">The hasty, flying figure.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Oh! I hope so," said Marjorie, with a
+little cold thrill of prophetic fear. "How
+careless of me not to see! However, mother
+will see that it is all right."</p>
+
+<p>Charity's London friends had been late in
+arriving, and dinner had been put back a
+little to give them time to dress. It was
+about half-finished, and the timepiece on
+the mantelshelf was chiming half-past nine,
+when Marjorie saw a footman speaking to
+her father at the other end of the table.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Bethune asked a quick question or two,
+and then rose and slipped away.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie wondered for a moment, and then
+again grew interested in her neighbour's
+talk. When Charity's signal
+drew the ladies into the hall, she
+was detained a second by the enveloping
+skirt of one of the ladies.</p>
+
+<p>A colloquy was going on at the
+hall door. The soft night air
+streamed in, feeling cool and
+grateful to Marjorie's heated cheek.
+As she lingered, she caught the
+hurried words in a familiar voice&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Tell Mr. Pelham, please, immediate!
+Mr. Bethune is gone to the
+police&mdash;but he is to go, and Miss
+Bethune, at once to Mrs. Bethune.
+Poor lady, she is&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>With a little cry, Marjorie was
+at the door.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, nurse?" she asked
+breathlessly. "Barbara?"</p>
+
+<p>Almost with a note of triumph
+at the importance of her news, the
+woman said, "Neither Miss Barbara
+nor any of the young gentlemen
+can be found anywhere, miss.
+They have all clean disappeared.
+Oh, sir," in accents of direful import,
+as Mr. Pelham reached Marjorie's
+side, "Miss Barbara is lost!"</p>
+
+<p>Down the steps, waiting for no
+wrap, sped Marjorie; and the twilight,
+now descending on the Canons'
+Court, closed her in. For a
+second, through the dimness, Mr.
+Pelham saw the hasty, flying figure
+in its soft white robe, and caught
+a glimpse of her face. It was a
+vision that burnt itself on his
+memory.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Warde leapt with him down
+the wide steps.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall soon find her, never
+fear," he said kindly&mdash;he had only
+heard the end of nurse's message.
+"I will call my servants, and be
+with you directly."</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+[END OF CHAPTER NINE.]
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>PROSPECT AND RETROSPECT.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By the Rev. George Matheson, M.A., D.D., F.R.S.E., St. Bernard's, Edinburgh.</strong></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p class="hanging">"But many of the priests and Levites and chief of the fathers, who were ancient men, that had seen the first
+house, when the foundation of this house was laid before their eyes, wept with a loud voice; and many
+shouted aloud for joy."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ezra</span> iii. 12.</p></blockquote>
+
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-075.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="108" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">One of the finest
+and most poetic
+touches of human
+nature occurs in
+the most prosaic
+book of the Bible&mdash;the
+Book of
+Ezra. It is like
+a single well-spring
+in a dry,
+parched land, like
+one lingering leaf of autumn in the heart
+of winter. It is found at that scene
+where the foundation of the new Temple
+is laid. The passage thus records the
+mingled feelings of the spectators: "But
+many of the priests and Levites and chief
+of the fathers, who were ancient men,
+that had seen the first house, when the
+foundation of this house was laid before
+their eyes, wept with a loud voice; and
+many shouted aloud for joy."</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The passage is suggestive for all time.
+We see it repeated at the opening of
+every January. Nay, it is not limited
+to inauguration days; it recurs wherever
+youth and age are found side by side.
+At the presentation of every new thing
+there are two attitudes among the
+crowd&mdash;the young shout and the old
+weep. They are looking through two
+different glasses&mdash;hope and memory.
+Neither of them is worshipping in the
+building in which they stand. Youth
+sees the house gilded by the rays of to-morrow;
+age beholds it overshadowed by
+the light of yesterday. Youth claps its
+hands over its coming possibilities; age
+says, "It is nothing to what used to be
+in the old days." Youth disparages the
+first temple, and says the new is better;
+age exclaims with the Scottish poetess:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<span class="i0">"There ne'er shall be a new house<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Can seem so fair to me."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>You will observe that in neither of
+these cases is the attitude pessimistic.
+Both see roses; both are agreed that a
+happy time is somewhere; but they
+differ as to where the roses lie. Youth
+sees them at the end; age beholds them
+at the beginning. The one has placed
+its Garden of Eden in the future; the
+other has planted it in the past. Both
+are optimists; but they seek their goal
+by opposite ways. Youth is for advance;
+it cries with a loud voice, "Speak
+to the children of Israel, that they go
+forward." Age is for retreat, for regress
+toward a former day; it would
+say with the ancient poet, "Return unto
+thy rest, O my soul."</p>
+
+<p>Which is right? Neither. Both are
+one-sided; each ignores something in the
+other. Let us begin with youth&mdash;the
+tendency to disparage the past, to set
+hope against memory. It forgets something&mdash;that
+hope is itself an inheritance
+of the past. Why does youth clap its
+hands previous to experience? It is
+because the young man has got in his
+blood the experience of past generations,
+and the result has been on the side of
+happiness rather than of misery. If the
+result had been on the side of misery,
+youth would not have hoped; it would
+have despaired. Instinct is the fruit of
+past habit; instinctive hope must come
+from long prosperity. Christianity itself
+has propagated from sire to son an inheritance
+of hope; Christ in us becomes
+the hope of glory. Paul declares that
+the highest ground for hope is to be
+found in the past: "He that spared not
+His own Son, shall He not with Him
+also freely give us all things?" He
+means that nothing in the future need
+be too much to expect after this exhibition
+of love in the past. The handing
+down of such a thought is alone sufficient
+to create sunshine. It causes the
+average child in a Christian population
+to be born an optimist&mdash;to come into the
+world with an expectation of blue sky,
+and to dream of a good for which he
+has no warrant in personal experience.</p>
+
+<p>But if youth is one-sided in disparaging
+the past, age is also so in disparaging the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span>
+future, in dwelling on the past exclusively.
+The old man tends to say that the former
+days were better than these. If he could
+get back to these former days, he would
+make a discovery. He would find that,
+in point of fact, there was not one of them
+which was not lit by to-morrow's sky.
+Take the boy's game. To one looking back
+through the years, it seems to have been
+a pure enjoyment of the hour; in truth, it
+was never so. What the boy saw was more
+than the game of play; it was the game
+of life. To him the game was an allegory:
+it represented something beyond itself&mdash;the
+chances of the world. That which made
+him glad in his success, that which made
+him sad in his defeat, was not mainly the
+fact but the omen. The game was to him
+rather a sign of the future than an event
+of the hour. Or take the girl's doll. Was
+that purely a pleasure of the hour? Nay;
+the hour had very little to do with it. She
+was living in a world of imagination&mdash;a
+world to come. The doll to her represented
+motherhood. She had already in fancy a
+house of her own. She reigned; she administered;
+she managed; she had put away
+childish things. There are no moments so
+speculative as our real moments; no sphere
+is so full of to-morrow as what we call the
+events of the hour.</p>
+
+<p>But, although each view separately is
+one-sided, there is an extreme beauty
+in their union. It is one of the finest
+laws of Providence that youth should
+see the end at the beginning, and that
+age should see the beginning at the end.
+Let us glance at each in turn. Let us
+begin with youth. And let us remember
+what is the problem before youth: it
+is, how to advance. Now, I have no
+hesitation in saying that nothing causes
+us to advance but a vision of the
+future. Paradoxical as it may sound, if
+there is to be progress, the end must
+get behind the beginning and push it
+on. No other vision will impel us forward.
+The past will not. I do not
+think the effect even of <em>bright</em> memories
+is stimulating; they tend rather to make
+us fold the hands. The present will
+not. How short is the effect of any
+actual joy! If a windfall comes to you,
+you contemplate it perhaps for a few
+moments exclusively; presently you say,
+"What will my friend think when he
+hears of it?" The thing itself is not
+sufficient. It cannot bear the weight
+even of five minutes. It is incapable of
+self-sustenance. It would die at its
+birth if it were not supported by to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p>Therefore it is that God leads on the
+youth of individuals and communities,
+not by a sight of their environment,
+but by a vision of the end. He shows
+them the end without perspective&mdash;without
+the years between. He knows
+that by nature the child ignores all
+between&mdash;that in the presence of any
+coming joy he cries, "Not to-morrow,
+nor to-morrow, nor to-morrow, but the
+next day." And so our Father has
+always begun by showing us the next
+day. He came to Abraham and said,
+"Get thee out of thy country, and I
+will make of thee a great nation." He
+did not tell him that Egypt and the
+desert and the Jordan lay between. If
+He had, his steps would have been
+paralysed on the threshold. Did you
+ever ask yourself what is the earliest
+revealed doctrine of the New Testament?
+Is it justification, sanctification,
+effectual calling, the perseverance of
+the saints? No, it is none of these: it
+is the second coming of Christ&mdash;the completed
+glory of redeeming love. When
+Paul sat down to write his first epistle
+to the Thessalonians&mdash;the earliest book
+of the New Testament&mdash;he began at the
+end. He let the world hear the final
+bells ringing across the snow. He concealed
+the snow; he veiled the intervening
+years; he said, "To-morrow." He
+did not tell that a Red Sea of trouble
+and a desert of visionless waiting lay
+between. And he was right. Men heard
+only the bells, and the bells lured them
+on. They helped them to tread the
+snow; they nerved them to cross the
+sea. They sustained them to meet the
+desert. They sounded nearer than they
+were; they rang ever the one refrain,
+"Christ is coming"; and the persistent
+strain of to-morrow hid the jarring of the
+passing day.</p>
+
+<p>But if it is benevolent that youth
+should see the end at the beginning, it
+is no less a bounteous provision that
+age should see the beginning at the
+end. "Say not that the former days
+were better than these" is a counsel
+wise and true. But it is none the less
+wise and true that to the eye of the
+old man the past ought to be <em>glorified</em>.
+It ought to be glorified because it <em>needs</em>
+to be glorified. The past never got<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span>
+justice while it was passing. Childhood
+ignored it; youth disparaged it. The
+hour laid gems at our feet which we
+did not see, or which, seeing, we despised.
+We kept asking when Elias would come;
+and Elias had come already. To us, as
+to Moses, the hand of God was laid over
+the face while God was passing by;
+we did not discern the actual blessings
+of the day. Are we never to discern
+them here below? Must we go hence
+without seeing the world in which we
+dwell? Shall we be sent forth to gaze on
+things unseen before we have looked at
+the objects which have been actually in
+our hands? God says "No." He says
+the past must be righted, righted on
+the earth, righted <em>by</em> the earth. He
+has appointed a day even here in which
+each man shall judge the world in
+which he has dwelt&mdash;in which he shall
+reverse his former judgment. The
+crooked shall be seen straight, the
+rough places shall appear plain, the
+glory of the Lord, which was veiled in
+passing, shall be recognised in retrospect;
+and the end will pronounce the
+beginning to have been indeed very
+good.</p>
+
+<p>Therefore it is that the eyes of the
+aged men rest more on the old house
+than on the new. The old is to them
+really a new house. They have seen it
+for the first time. They did not see it
+when they were living in it; their eyes
+were then on the <em>coming</em> temple, and the
+voice of the present God spoke to them
+unheard. Therefore, on the quiet road
+to Emmaus&mdash;the road of life's silent
+afternoon&mdash;God shows them the disappearing
+form of yesterday; and, like
+Jacob, they exclaim in deep surprise,
+"Surely the Lord was in this place, and
+we knew it not; this was none other
+than the house of God."</p>
+
+<p>And this explains something which
+otherwise I could not understand. In
+the Book of Revelation the host of the
+redeemed in heaven are represented as
+singing two songs&mdash;the song of Moses
+and the song of the Lamb. Why two?
+The song of Moses I can readily understand;
+it is the triumph of the <em>future</em>&mdash;the
+shout over the coming emancipation.
+But why sing the song of the
+Lamb? Why chant a pæan over the
+sacrifices of yesterday? Why allow
+the dark memories of the past to dim
+the glory of the approaching day? Is
+there not something which jars upon the
+ear in the union of two anthems such
+as these?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-077.jpg" width="250" height="391" alt="Rev" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE REV. DR. MATHESON.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: J. Horsburgh and Son, Edinburgh.</em>)
+</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>No; there would be something jarring
+without it. All other heavens but that
+of the Bible sing the song of Moses alone;
+they ask nothing more than to be free
+from the pain of yesterday. The heaven
+of Christ would be content with no such
+aspiration. It deems it not enough to
+promise the joys of to-morrow&mdash;the golden
+streets, and the pearly gates, and the
+luscious fruits of an unfading summer's
+bloom. It seeks to connect the future
+with the past, to show that in some
+sense the glory had its birth in the
+gloom. It would reveal to us that the
+golden streets have arisen from our
+desert, that the pearly gates have
+opened from our brick walls, that the
+luscious fruits have sprung from the
+very ground which we used to deem
+barren. It would tell us that the crown
+has been made from the materials of our
+cross, that the day has come out of our
+dusk, and that we have climbed the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span>
+heights of Olivet by ascending the steps
+of Calvary.</p>
+
+<p>And is not the heaven of Christ true
+in this to human nature? What you
+and I are seeking is not merely nor even
+mainly emancipation. That would be
+something, but not all; I want a justification
+of my past bonds. It is not
+enough to be able to say "I am all right
+<em>now</em>." Have I not wasted time? Are
+there not years which the locusts have
+eaten? Might not this emancipation
+have come sooner? Why should I not
+always have been free? Is it any vindication
+of God's dealings with Job that
+at the end he gets back houses and
+brethren and lands? No; that is a
+mere appendage to the story. The
+patriarch wants to learn, and <em>we</em> want
+to learn, why he was afflicted at all.
+We are not satisfied merely because the
+grey is followed by the gold. We wish
+to know that the grey has <em>made</em> the
+gold. The song of Moses may tell how
+the peace came <em>after</em> the storm; but
+the song of the Lamb alone can say,
+"God answered Job <em>out of</em> the whirlwind."</p>
+
+<p>Our future, then, like our present, must
+be a blending of memory and hope. The
+stones of the heavenly temple must be
+stones that have been hewn in the quarry
+of time; otherwise they will <em>not</em> sparkle
+in the sun. The marriage supper of the
+Lamb is a union of to-morrow and yesterday;
+no other bells will ring Christ in
+for me. Grace is not enough; it must be
+justifying grace&mdash;grace that vindicates
+my past. In vain shall I walk by the
+crystal river, in vain shall I stand upon
+the glassy sea, if the light upon each be
+only the sun of to-morrow. My sea must
+be "glass mingled with <em>fire</em>"&mdash;calm that
+has been evolved by tempest, rest that
+has grown out of struggle, beauty that
+has shaped itself through seeming
+anarchy, joy that has been born of
+tears. To-morrow morning and yesterday
+evening must form together one
+day&mdash;a day in which the imperfections
+of the old house will explain the symmetry
+of the new, and in which the
+symmetry of the new will compensate
+for the short-comings of the old. So
+shall the first and second temple receive
+a common glory, and memory and hope
+shall be joined for evermore.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-078.jpg" width="200" height="64" alt="signature" />
+</div>
+<p class="center">Matheson</p>
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+
+<h2>"NOT TOO LATE."</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By the late Rev. Gordon Calthrop, M.A.</strong></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cords were knotted round me fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I writhed and plucked them as I lay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Sin too well her net had cast&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I could not tear myself away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then hissed a voice, "Give up the strife;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too late thou seek'st to change thy life."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Another spake&mdash;"Make God thy Friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then 't is not too late to mend."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But I had scorned the proffered love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bidden Heav'n's angels from me flee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How could I think that Heaven would move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To stretch a helping hand to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So hissed the voice, "Give up thy hope:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some paths to hell <em>must</em> downward slope."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The other said, "God is thy Friend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why should it be too late to mend?"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The time was bitter. Ah! how oft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I almost dashed aside the cup!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Hope her banner waved aloft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And God's great Son still held me up.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if the voice hissed, "Thou art long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In conqu'ring foes so old and strong,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The other cried, "With God thy Friend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It cannot be too late to mend."<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when the bitter day was done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forth the demons howling fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I went to strengthen many a one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom, like me, Sin had captive led:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I told them, though a voice of fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might speak of ruin in their ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Another said, "God is thy Friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It cannot be too late to mend."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2>AN AMERICAN BOY-EDITOR</h2>
+
+<h3>AND HIS "BAREFOOT MISSION."</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By Elizabeth L. Banks.</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-079.jpg" width="250" height="318" alt="Tello" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">TELLO J. D'APERY AT THE
+AGE OF TWELVE.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Eisenmann, New York.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>"<cite>The Sunny
+Hour</cite>&mdash;A
+Monthly
+Magazine
+for Boys
+and Girls.
+Published
+and Edited
+by Tello
+d'Apery, a
+Boy twelve
+years old."</p>
+
+<p>This was
+the inscription
+which
+appeared
+on the
+title-page
+of a new
+periodical
+which made its appearance in New York
+a few years ago. Editors of important
+daily and weekly newspapers, finding the
+pretty brown-covered magazine on their
+desks along with more ambitious-looking
+first numbers of other periodicals, stopped
+in the midst of their work to glance over
+the result of a twelve-year-old editor's
+work. Accustomed as they were to reading
+and hearing of prodigies in America,
+the land of prodigies, they were yet surprised
+at the enterprise, not to say the
+audacity, of the young boy who essayed
+to put himself before the public as the
+editor and proprietor of a magazine.</p>
+
+<p>"The commercial instincts of the
+American nation show themselves in its
+very infants!" they reflected amusedly.
+"A few years hence that twelve-year-old,
+grown to be a man, is likely to make
+Wall Street hum."</p>
+
+<p>Commercial instincts! Well, yes, perhaps,
+but of an order more likely to
+bring about results in the neighbourhood
+of Baxter Street and the other poverty-stricken
+haunts of the lowly East Side
+than among the brown-stone business
+palaces of Wall Street.</p>
+
+<p>Turning to the first "leader" written
+by the young editor on his editorial
+page, the literary critics were told in
+childish language why so small a specimen
+of humanity had dared to venture into
+the world of letters.</p>
+
+<p>"I am twelve years old," ran the
+leading article, "so I hope all the public
+will excuse any mistakes I make in my
+paper. I am publishing it to earn money
+to buy new boots and shoes and get
+old ones mended for poor boys and girls
+in New York who have to go barefooted.
+That's what I'm going to do with all the
+profits. I want to make enough money
+to rent a house where I can have my
+offices and lots of room for a Barefoot
+Mission, where the boys and girls in
+New York can come and get boots for
+nothing. I hope the public will buy my
+paper, which is a dollar a year and ten
+cents for single copies."</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<div class="bbox"><p class="center">How to Manage Fathers and Mothers.</p>
+
+<p class="center">BY THE EDITOR.</p>
+
+<p>I have had a father and mother twelve
+years, and I am said to manage them pretty
+well, and I am going to tell all boys and
+girls just how I do it, and it would do no
+harm for them to try the same plan and see
+how it works in their cases.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>FACSIMILE OF AN EXTRACT FROM NO. 1<br />
+OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."</strong></p></blockquote>
+
+<p>So it happened that when the important
+editors of New York and other large
+cities read the leading article in the
+first copy of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>, there
+was a kindness and gentleness in their
+tones as they threw the little periodical
+over to the "exchange editors," saying,
+"Here, this little thing isn't a bad idea
+at all! Be sure you notice it in your
+reviews."</p>
+
+<p>I doubt if any other new paper ever
+published received from its contemporaries
+such kind and encouraging "press notices"
+as did <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>, and when it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span>
+appeared upon the stalls for sale the
+newsdealers sold a great many copies.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-080.jpg" width="450" height="364" alt="office" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">OFFICE OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>When the first number of his magazine
+was off his hands, little Tello began to
+think of ways and means for insuring
+its success and getting as much money
+as he could for his Barefoot Mission.
+He decided that he must have patrons,
+and so with his own hands he folded up
+and addressed copies of his paper to
+many great people of whom he had
+heard. One of the papers went to the
+Queen of England, and along with it
+was posted a letter to her Majesty
+telling her all about his paper and his
+mission and asking her to let her name
+go first on his list of patrons. What
+mattered it to the Queen that she was
+simply addressed as "Dear Queen" by
+the little American boy who wanted
+her for his patron! In the reply which
+she sent through Sir Henry Ponsonby,
+she told him of her interest in his noble
+work and gladly became his first patron.</p>
+
+<p>Letters and papers were also sent to
+the Empress of Russia, the Queen-Regent
+of Spain, Queen Olga of Greece, Queen
+Elizabeth of Roumania, the Khedive,
+and numerous other royalties, all of
+whom wrote to him and became his
+patrons and subscribers. The great
+Church dignitaries of America, Europe,
+and Asia, wrote charming letters to the
+boy-editor, subscribing for his paper and
+saying that they would like to be
+considered patrons of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>
+Mission.</p>
+
+<p>After the first number of the magazine
+appeared, the list of contributors became
+a very notable one indeed. The Queen
+of Roumania (Carmen Sylva) wrote
+several autograph poems for it, and sent
+an autographed photograph for publication.
+The Prince of Montenegro, Prince
+Albert of Monaco, Prince Roland Bonaparte,
+Osman Pasha (Grand Master of
+Ceremonies to the Sultan), Pierre Loti,
+Sir Edwin Arnold, Mr. Justin McCarthy,
+Sully-Prudhomme, the Rev. Edward
+Everett Hale, Marion Harland, and many<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span>
+other literary celebrities, had articles,
+stories, and poems in <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>,
+for which they asked no reward, except
+the knowledge that they were helping
+to sell the paper and thus putting shoes
+on little bare feet.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-081.jpg" width="450" height="288" alt="waiting" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">WAITING OUTSIDE THE MISSION-HOUSE.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>With the money that came in from the
+subscriptions and advertisements for the
+paper, a building on Twenty-fourth Street
+was rented as an editorial and mission
+house. It was fitted up in the most
+practical way possible, with a play-room
+for the very little "Barefoots," a
+library for the older ones, a reception-room
+for "Barefoots," a storeroom for
+boots and shoes, and the editorial and
+publishing offices of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>.
+Though the help of grown-up people was
+always gladly received, only little folks
+were employed about the headquarters
+of the boy-editor and missionary. His
+assistant editor was a boy of his own
+age, Jack Bristol, whose happy face and
+manner gained for him the title of "Jolly
+Jack." Three small boys, friends of the
+editor, were the type-setters and printers.
+They had a small steam press on which
+they printed the magazine. Florencia
+Lewis, a young girl, acted as secretary
+and general manager.</p>
+
+<p>I must not forget to mention another
+very important employee of the mission,
+who acted as carrier and distributer of
+boots and shoes to the little "Barefoots."
+He also was of very tender years&mdash;or
+rather I should say months, for Prince
+Roland Bonaparte, the St. Bernard puppy,
+though very much larger than many
+of the children who took the shoes he
+carried to them in his mouth, was only
+a few months old when the mission was
+started. "Prince," as he was called for
+short, was (and is) one of the most indefatigable
+and enthusiastic supporters
+of the Barefoot Mission in New York. As
+a puppy he always had a place of honour
+in the reception-room where the barefooted
+children went to make their requests.
+By the time he was four months
+old "Prince" learned to tell a "Barefoot"
+on sight, so that, as soon as a poor
+little shivering tot made its appearance,
+the puppy would wag his tail and gravely
+trot into the storeroom, procure a pair
+of boots, and, returning, lay them at
+the bare feet of the applicant. It must<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span>
+be confessed that "Prince's" sagacity,
+great though it was, did not always
+enable him to select just the right-sized
+boot for the would-be wearer. There were
+also a few occasions, during his initiation
+into his new duties, when he disgraced
+himself by chewing up one shoe while the
+"Barefoot" was putting on the other,
+but he has outgrown these puppyish
+proclivities. He now weighs one hundred
+and seventy-five pounds, and is one of
+the finest and most useful St. Bernards
+in New York. When out walking with
+his young master, he always stops in front
+of any shops where boots and shoes are
+displayed in the windows, and with a
+worldly-wise look in his eyes and numerous
+wags of his huge tail seems to be
+trying to calculate in his mind just how
+many applicants at the Barefoot Mission
+could have their feet shod if the shopkeepers
+did their duty. It takes all
+Tello's powers of coaxing and persuasion
+to keep him from entering the shop and
+carrying off by force (in his mouth) some
+of the wares displayed for sale.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-082.jpg" width="450" height="279" alt="tree" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE FOR SEVEN HUNDRED CHILDREN.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Not all, perhaps only a very few, new
+enterprises in the literary world are able
+to meet all their expenses and show a
+profit during the first year of their
+existence, but the twelve-year-old boy's
+enterprise was able to do this. Beside
+meeting all his expenses, he had at the
+end of the first year been able to distribute
+760 pairs of shoes to the poor children
+of New York. Not all of these were new.
+Some were old ones mended by Tello's
+special shoemaker in such a way as to
+make them almost as good as new in the
+matter of usefulness, if not in appearance.
+Then people began to send in stockings
+(some new, some old), dresses, boys' suits,
+underwear, old playthings, etc., until
+the Barefoot Mission became indeed a
+blessed place to the poor of New York.
+When Christmas came, the boy-editor
+provided a great Christmas tree and
+festival, where not only boots and shoes
+and clothing were distributed to the
+needy, but turkeys and ham, and cakes
+and "candies" were given out, to the
+great delight of the 700 children who
+attended it. Here is one of the many
+pathetic little letters the young editor
+received just before one of the Christmas
+festivals. It was published at the time
+in <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Tello</span>,&mdash;Me and my little
+sister and the baby can't have no crismus
+this year 'cause our father is dying and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span>
+granma is sick with perelisis and our little
+bruther died two weeks ago and the city
+had to bury him. Mother is not working
+'cause the baby is too little&mdash;there's ten
+of us all counted. So if you have any
+crismus won't you let us come, for we all
+haven't got clothes to keep us warm nor
+shoes, and no coal except what my big
+brother picks up&mdash;nothing to eat hardly.
+Yours respecfully."</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>Childish letters of appeal similar to the
+above have been coming in ever since the
+mission was started, and they have acted
+as a continual spur to the young missionary.
+The distributions increased until
+one day 3,032 pairs of shoes and stockings
+were given out, and about 2,000 flannel
+garments as well.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-083.jpg" width="250" height="236" alt="gold" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">GOLD MEDAL PRESENTED TO THE BOY-EDITOR
+BY THE PATRIARCH OF ALEXANDRIA.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>Of which there are only five in existence.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Meanwhile <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite> magazine
+increased in interest and circulation. The
+list of eminent contributors and patrons
+became larger every month. Very busy
+men and women, for the product of whose
+pens the editors of the best periodicals
+were willing to pay liberally, sent in
+gratis to <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite> stories and
+poems to be edited by a little boy.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-083a.jpg" width="250" height="356" alt="Present Tello" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">TELLO J. D'APERY AT PRESENT TIME.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: D. Garber, New York.</em>)<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>Showing the Medals and Orders presented to him
+by European and Asiatic Sovereigns.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>When the mission and the magazine had
+been running for about three years Tello
+d'Apery's health broke down from overwork,
+and through the kindness of a
+friend he made a trip round the world,
+leaving his paper and mission in the care
+of "Jolly Jack," the assistant editor.
+The boy carried copies of his little paper
+along with him, his object being to interest
+everyone he met in his work, and this
+object was attained to such an extent
+that on his return he numbered among
+his subscribers nearly every Oriental
+potentate. He was received in audience
+by the Sultan and the Khedive. The
+latter was especially kind to him, delegating
+one of his sons to show him about
+Cairo, and became so interested in the
+Barefoot Mission that he contributed one
+hundred dollars towards it. It was during
+his visit to Egypt that Tello d'Apery
+became distinguished as the only American
+boy who has ever been decorated by
+a foreign potentate. The Khedive conferred
+upon him the Order of the
+Medjidieh, which carried with it the
+title of Bey. Other orders, medals, and
+titles have been showered upon the young
+American. He is a Chevalier of the Order
+of Bolivar, conferred upon him by the
+President of Colombia. The Order of
+Umberto was also conferred upon him
+in Italy. He is also a Chevalier of the
+Order of St. Katherine, and another order
+gives him the title of "Don." He has
+received in all eighteen decorations and
+medals, and it is by special request that
+he has had his portrait taken with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span>
+number of his decorations fastened to his
+coat. In writing to me recently concerning
+this portrait, he says: "Of course,
+being an all-round and patriotic American
+boy, I could not use a title, and care only
+for my decorations because of the good
+friends who gave them to me and the
+interest that they show has been taken
+in my work by great people abroad."</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<div class="bbox">
+<p>With this issue I present the initial
+number of <span class="smcap">The Sunny Hour</span>, modestly,
+as becomes so young an editor, but hopefully,
+because I mean to try and make it
+worthy of a place in every home where
+there are children.</p>
+
+<p>If I find as much encouragement in my
+subscription list and advertising patronage,
+as I hope, I shall enlarge my paper
+every three months, and add new features.
+In any case it has come to stay
+one year.</p>
+
+<p>I shall devote my paper to such literature
+as mothers will approve, and there
+will be no Indian Scalping, nor pistols,
+nor any such thing. I shall always uphold
+the cause of temperance and morality
+and so shall not touch upon politics,
+and it shall be my earnest endeavor to
+deserve well of the public.</p>
+
+<p>If my paper ever falls below expectations,
+please remember that I am only
+twelve years old.&mdash;<span class="smcap">The Editor.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>SPECIAL NOTICE.</strong></p>
+
+<p>All paying subscribers, who desire it,
+are entitled to a cabinet photograph of
+the editor, with his autograph. This is
+not done from vanity, but because he
+thought perhaps some persons might like
+to see what the youngest editor and publisher
+in the world looks like.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>FROM NO. 1 OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."</strong></p></blockquote>
+
+<p>When Tello returned from his travels,
+much improved in health, his boy friends
+took a notion to call him "Chevalier
+d'Apery," but on pain of his sore displeasure
+the title was dropped, he
+declaring that it was not for publication
+but only as an evidence of good faith
+on the part of his decorators. A medal
+that he very highly prizes is a gold one
+given him by the venerable Patriarch of
+Alexandria, Sophronius, who had it struck
+when he had been fifty years in office.
+There are only four others like Tello's
+in the world. The Patriarch presented
+one to Tello, one to the Queen of Greece,
+one to the late Queen of Denmark, and
+one to the Empress Dowager of Russia.
+Sophronius is now one hundred and six
+years old, and is one of Tello's most
+devoted friends, writing frequent letters
+to him in Apostolic Greek.</p>
+
+<p>Many also are the presents Tello d'Apery
+has received from noted people. Don
+Carlos of Spain, the Queen of Greece,
+and many other royalties, have sent him
+tokens of their interest and esteem, so
+that, besides his medals and decorations,
+he has a number of interesting and
+valuable scarf-pins, rings, etc. While
+in Athens the Queen of Greece entertained
+him at the palace, and begged him to
+make her a member of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>
+Mission Club, which he did by himself
+pinning at her throat the pretty little
+badge of the Order of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>,
+the Queen repeating after him the promise
+made by all those who join the Club:
+"I promise to give one hour each week
+to some good action. I will be kind to
+my parents, to my brothers and sisters,
+to the poor and the unfortunate, and to
+animals."</p>
+
+<p>These <cite>Sunny Hour</cite> Mission Clubs are
+auxiliaries of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite> and
+Barefoot Mission, and have been formed
+in different parts of the world. There
+is one in Paris, which has been very
+prosperous, and there has also been one
+in London. There are a number of little
+persons belonging to royal families who
+wear the badge of <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite>.
+Among them are the little Lady Alexandra
+Duff, and the tiny Prince Boris
+of Bulgaria.</p>
+
+<p>After his return from abroad Tello
+d'Apery published an account of his
+experiences in a book called "Europe
+Seen through a Boy's Eyes," all the
+profits of which went to buy shoes for
+the barefooted children of New York.
+He also, in order to get more money
+for his work, started a little book and
+stationery shop, spending a part of his
+time there behind the counter and a part
+of it behind his editorial desk. Recently
+his health has again failed, and he has
+been obliged to lessen some of his arduous
+labours. He is now trying to establish
+a mammoth boot- and shoe-mending shop<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span>
+of his own, where old foot-gear may be
+repaired at less expense than it is now.
+When this object is accomplished, some
+of the "Barefoots" themselves will learn
+the cobbler's trade and work in the
+establishment, thus helping others while
+helping themselves.</p>
+
+<p>The idea is to rent a building, or at
+least a part of a building, for the purpose,
+and issue circulars to the residents
+of New York and vicinity, asking them
+to send their old boots and shoes to
+the building, or, better still, to have a
+horse and cart go about from house to
+house to collect them. Then two or
+three expert cobblers will be hired for
+a few months to mend them and to
+take a certain number of apprentices
+from among the "Barefoots" and teach
+them the trade of cobbling. Only such
+boys as show a liking and aptitude for
+the work will, of course, be chosen as
+apprentices. They will spend the whole
+day or only a few hours a day at the
+work, as their other duties permit. Not
+only will they be taught to mend boots&mdash;they
+will also be taught to make
+them. When they have learned their
+trade they will receive the same wages
+as other workmen are paid. Of course,
+when <cite>The Sunny Hour</cite> "Barefoots" (or,
+rather, those who have been "Barefoots"
+in times gone by) become expert shoemakers,
+there is no reason why they
+should confine their efforts to making
+and mending boots for the New York
+poor alone. Tello d'Apery hopes that
+many orders for men's and women's and
+children's footgear will be received from
+well-to-do New Yorkers, so that not
+only will the expenses of the establishment
+be met, but an extra amount of
+money taken in for the mission. It is a
+magnificent scheme, and we can but
+hope that this noble American boy may
+be able to carry it out.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-085.jpg" width="450" height="327" alt="playroom" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE PLAYROOM IN "THE SUNNY HOUR" MISSION BUILDING.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-086.jpg" width="450" height="170" alt="Wilmerton" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>LITTLE LADY WILMERTON.</h2>
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By the Rev. P. B. Power, M.A., Author of "The Oiled Feather," Etc.</strong></p>
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-086a.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="118" class="cap" />
+<p class="cap_1">Hard by the village
+of Hopedale, away
+from railways and
+their whistles, and
+indeed pretty
+nearly from the
+world in general,
+was a very beautiful
+castle, surrounded
+by pleasure
+grounds, and
+gardens for both
+fruit and flowers.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The place had been well kept up, because
+old Lord Wilmerton, the grandfather of
+the little lady of whom I am going to
+tell you, was a proud man; and he would
+not have it said that any of his properties
+were allowed to go to ruin, or even to
+run wild. But the old Lord himself never
+went there nor did his son, the father
+of the present little Lady Wilmerton.
+The place was too dull for them; they
+liked the gaieties of London and the
+Continent, and the country had no
+charms for them.</p>
+
+<p>Little Lady Wilmerton's father and
+grandfather were now both dead. Her
+father died first, and her grandfather
+soon followed him to the grave. And
+now our little lady was a Countess, for in
+her family the title did not die out with
+the males, but, when there were no sons,
+passed on to the daughters, if there
+were any. And as with the title
+went most of the estates, the little
+Countess, who was only twelve years
+old, became the mistress of Hopedale
+Castle, and the village and, indeed, the
+country for, I might almost say, many
+miles round.</p>
+
+<p>The last thing that anyone in Hopedale
+would have ever thought of was
+her little ladyship's coming to live at
+the Castle. Great, therefore, was the
+astonishment of everyone when they
+heard that she was to live there for a
+large part of the year&mdash;and, moreover,
+that she was coming almost at once.</p>
+
+<p>At first the report was treated as an
+idle rumour, but when a carriage arrived
+one day at the Castle with an elderly
+gentleman and a much younger man, and
+a second carriage with a lady and her
+maid, there could be no doubt that something
+was about to take place. Moreover,
+the agent had been summoned to
+meet this old gentleman, and he and
+the new arrivals were known to have
+gone all over the Castle. This gentleman
+was the little Countess's guardian, and
+the younger man was his solicitor; and
+the lady was a distant relative of the
+little Countess, and was to be her caretaker&mdash;for
+her mother had been dead
+now three years.</p>
+
+<p>Such a possibility as the Castle being
+inhabited could not take place without
+causing much talk in the village. Old
+and young had their say about it&mdash;some
+of the old, I am sorry to say, at the "Green
+Dragon," the village ale-house; and
+some at their cottage doors, or when
+they met in the street.</p>
+
+<p>The children too had their ideas and
+speculations&mdash;very different, of course,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span>
+from the older people's, but very decided,
+nevertheless.</p>
+
+<p>As to the folk at the "Green Dragon,"
+some were for the lady's coming and some
+were not, and each party were positive.</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you," said old Joe Crupper, the
+saddler, "there ain't no good a-comin'
+out of this. We've got on very well hereabouts
+for many a year, without having
+anyone to worrit us from that place.
+Why can't they let it be as it has been
+so long? It don't want anyone to live in
+it to keep it warm. Why, I'm told that
+they've burnt thirty ton of coal in a
+winter to keep the place aired. We don't
+want no great people down here in these
+parts; we can get on well enough by ourselves.
+I didn't never know any good
+come of the haristockracy," said the
+saddler, giving the table a thump.</p>
+
+<p>"But I'm told," chimed in a meek little
+man, who frequented the "Green Dragon"
+more for gossip than for drink, "that the
+new 'lord' is a little lady, and is only
+twelve years old."</p>
+
+<p>"Joseph Simmons," said the saddler,
+looking witheringly into the little man's
+face, "you are a man of edication, and
+ought to know better. As to the little
+'lord' being a lady, I ask you and all the
+company"&mdash;here the saddler looked round&mdash;"what
+difference does that make? Isn't
+a goose a goose, whether it's a goose
+or a gander? Would you say, when 'tis
+roasted, 'Who'll take a bit of gander?'
+No, goose or gander, 'tis a goose. In
+like manner, it don't matter whether 'tis
+a boy or girl, a man or a woman"&mdash;and
+here the saddler paused, evidently seeking
+for a further variety in sex, which
+he could not find&mdash;"excuse me," said he,
+looking deprecatingly round, "if I stop
+for a moment, for the argument is deep,
+and one's liable to get tangled a bit&mdash;a
+man or a woman. Yes, the argument is
+plain, and I defy you, Joseph Simmons,
+to beat it. A haristocrat is a haristocrat,
+whether it be man or woman, boy or
+girl."</p>
+
+<p>"I humbly beg pardon if I've given
+any offence," said the meek little man.
+"You were once in London for a day,
+and you ought to know more than I
+do."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-087.jpg" width="450" height="300" alt="crowns" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">"All the haristockracy wear gold crowns," said Dolly.&mdash;<em>p. 276.</em></p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Ah, you're now coming to your senses,"
+said the saddler. "I always knew that
+you were a sensible man; the best of
+us forget ourselves at times, as you did
+just now. You just mind what I say:
+no good will come of this haristocrat."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span>
+And as the saddler led most of the
+company by the nose, they all went
+away with a terrible prejudice against
+the little Countess.</p>
+
+<p>The children, too, had their ideas and
+their talks. They had heard that the
+new "lord" was a lady, and that she
+was only twelve years old.</p>
+
+<p>This was a puzzle to them, and no
+effort of their mental powers enabled
+them to understand it; but they could&mdash;each
+according to their own cast of
+mind&mdash;have their ideas on the subject,
+and talk of and debate about them
+amongst themselves.</p>
+
+<p>And so it came to pass that they, as
+well as their elders at the Green "Dragon,"
+had their argument about the newcomer.</p>
+
+<p>We often form our ideas of people out
+of our own fancies; and we are very
+often wrong, and I would recommend
+all young people not to be in too great
+a hurry in forming their opinion about
+others, until they have something to go
+on.</p>
+
+<p>In the present instance Dolly Strap,
+who hated lessons, and whose one desire
+was to run wild, said she "was sure that
+the little haristocrat that was coming"
+(for the saddler's word had got all over
+the village) "was a girl who never learned
+any lessons, who never did and never
+would be obliged to; who was allowed
+to jump over hedges and ditches, and
+never got whacked for tearing her frock.
+Look here!" said Dolly, exhibiting a long
+rent in her frock; "that means smackers
+to-night, girls, at eight o'clock; and as
+like as not there will be smackers to-morrow
+night too. And haristocrats jump
+over hedges and ditches, and tear their
+frocks to pieces every day, and they only
+gets new ones for their pains, and never
+a smack get they; and if the day was
+wet, and they couldn't get out of doors
+to tear them, then you may be sure
+they does it somehow indoors, leaping
+over chairs, or somehow. You know,"
+said Dolly, with a leer in her eye, "when
+you want to do a thing, you can always
+do it&mdash;somehow."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know about dress," said
+Martha Furblow; "but you may be sure
+she's dressed very grand&mdash;lots of feathers
+and flowers in her hat, and plenty of
+lace and beads all over her."</p>
+
+<p>"And she has dozens of dolls, you
+may be sure," said Mary Mater. "I've
+heard say that there are dolls that
+say 'Papa' and 'Mamma,' and that
+open their eyes and shuts 'em too,
+and winks when they wants to look
+knowin'. She'll have some that asks
+you how you are, and says, 'Very well,
+thank ye, and how are you?'"</p>
+
+<p>"Ah," said Jenny Giblet, "and her
+sweets&mdash;do you think of them? Hard-bake
+every morning for breakfast, and
+ginger-pop, and bottles of peardrops,
+and boxes of peppermints&mdash;she don't go
+in for pennorths, not she."</p>
+
+<p>"And a gold crown&mdash;only not quite
+so grand as the Queen's," said Dolly.
+"All the haristockracy wear gold crowns
+when they go to see the Queen, and on
+Sundays when they go to church."</p>
+
+<p>Thus the village children settled
+amongst themselves all about the little
+Countess, and the outcome of it all was
+that, as she was so much better off
+than they, she was to be disliked, and
+when she came into the village&mdash;if,
+indeed, she ever did&mdash;they were to turn
+up their noses at her, just as they made
+sure she would turn up her nose at
+them.</p>
+
+<p>There was one, however, amongst the
+group who ventured to put in a word
+for the poor little Countess&mdash;this was
+Patience Filbert&mdash;whom, in spite of themselves,
+everyone liked, for Patience was
+good to all. The child was a little
+younger than the Countess. She had
+long fair hair, and round grey eyes
+which seemed to open wide when she
+talked to you and looked you, as she
+often did, so honestly, so wonderingly,
+so lovingly in the face.</p>
+
+<p>Patience ventured to say that, perhaps
+the little Countess might be very nice,
+and if she was born a countess that
+was not her fault; but poor Patience
+was told that she was a silly little thing.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes," said Dolly Strap; "you
+was hatched out a little goose, and
+you'll be a little goose until you die.
+Now you go and give your Bullie his
+dinner; you sat up with him half the
+night, and I hope he won't die."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," they all said, "we hope he
+won't die," for they all liked Patience&mdash;as,
+indeed, who could help doing?&mdash;and
+they knew that her bullfinch was her
+great pleasure in life.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Bullie! he was indeed ill, drawing
+near his end. He no longer sang when
+Patience sang, nor hopped from his cage<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span>
+to eat out of her mouth. He had fulfilled
+his mission in life, by making the
+delicate child happy in what would
+have been many lonely hours,
+for she could seldom play with
+other girls; and now in his
+death Bullie was about to play
+a greater part than he had ever
+done in his life.</p>
+
+<p>Bullie lingered two or three
+days, during which time he
+had three warm baths and
+apoplectic fits, to the last of
+which he succumbed, and, turning
+himself on his back and
+throwing his legs up into the
+air, he departed this life. As
+Bullie had nothing to leave&mdash;at
+least, so far as he knew&mdash;he
+died without a will, though in
+reality he left a good deal,
+which was divided amongst all
+the inhabitants of Hopedale,
+making them ever so much
+richer than they had been
+before.</p>
+
+<p>And it all came about in
+this way.</p>
+
+<p>When Bullie died, it was
+determined amongst the children
+that he should have a
+public funeral. Patience Filbert
+would have liked to bury
+him just by herself; but two
+considerations induced her to
+let her little neighbours have
+their way. There was first
+the kindly feeling shown to
+herself, and then there was the
+honour done to Bullie. And so
+Bullie was carried to his burial;
+his body was wrapped in a clean pocket-handkerchief,
+and his coffin was an old
+cigar box with wadding and sweet
+herbs inside. There was a long avenue
+of trees leading up to the Castle gate,
+beneath a particular one of which it was
+decided the body should be buried. Here
+it was interred.</p>
+
+<p>There was one more at the funeral
+than was expected. The little Countess
+was there. She had seen the small procession
+as she was out for her morning
+walk, and followed respectfully at a
+little distance all the way. Moreover, she
+was at the ceremony of interment, only
+standing a little way behind the rest.</p>
+
+<p>The child was dressed in a simple
+holland frock, with a black ribbon round
+her waist, and another round her plain
+straw hat. Her servant was so far behind
+that she seemed to be quite by herself.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-089.jpg" width="450" height="645" alt="arm" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">She put her arm round Patience's neck.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The funeral over, the little Countess
+came forward, and the tears came into
+her eyes when she saw how the chief
+mourner cried, for poor Patience Filbert
+was very sad; and although she was a
+countess, she put her arm round Patience's
+neck, and wiped away her tears.</p>
+
+<p>Who was she?</p>
+
+<p>"Lady," said Dolly Strap, who was
+rather rude, "what's your name?"</p>
+
+<p>"They call me 'the Countess,'" said
+the child, "but my name is Mary. Should
+you all like to come up to the garden?
+There is plenty of fruit."</p>
+
+<p>And they went, wondering that a
+countess could be so plainly dressed, and
+so feeling, and so kind.</p>
+
+<p>Our feelings in this life are very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">&nbsp;</a></span>
+mingled&mdash;joy and sorrow, sorrow and
+joy. So was it in this case. For the
+funeral party (now replenished with
+gooseberries) returned with a new Bullie
+in a gilt cage; it was the little Countess's
+own pet which she gave Patience to make
+up her loss.</p>
+
+<p>The little Countess's treatment of
+Patience&mdash;her sympathy, the tears which
+came into her eyes when she saw another's
+distress&mdash;knocked the bottom out
+of all the saddler's arguments against
+the "haristockracy," and the little man
+cock-a-doodle-doo'd over him tremendously
+at the "Green Dragon." And every door
+in Hopedale was open at once to the
+little Countess, and every child in the
+place was ready to put his hand to his
+hat or curtsey to her. One kind act of
+real sympathy had opened all hearts to
+her; and who knows how much prejudice
+against us will be done away with, and
+how many hearts will be opened to us,
+even by one act of sympathy and love?</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-090.jpg" width="450" height="441" alt="song" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>Heavenly Cheer.</h2>
+
+<p>
+<em>Words by</em> <span class="smcap">Thomas Kelly</span>, 1806.<br />
+<span class="smcap">H. Walford Davies, Mus.D.</span> (<em>Organist of the Temple Church.</em>)
+</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1.  On the mountain-top appearing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lo! the sacred herald stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Welcome news to Zion bearing&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Zion long in hostile lands:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Mourning captive!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">God Himself will loose thy bands.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2.  Has thy night been long and mournful?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Have thy friends unfaithful proved?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Have thy foes been proud and scornful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">By thy sighs and tears unmoved?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cease thy mourning!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Zion still is well-beloved.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">3.  God, thy God, will now restore thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">God Himself appears thy Friend!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All thy foes shall flee before thee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Here their boasts and triumphs end:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Great deliverance<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Zion's King vouchsafes to send.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Amen.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2>TEMPERANCE NOTES AND NEWS.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By a Leading Temperance Advocate.</strong></p>
+
+<h3>A HAPPY NEW YEAR.</h3>
+
+
+<p>The good
+old wish
+which we
+offer to all our
+readers points
+its own moral.
+There was
+great practical
+sagacity in
+Joseph Livesey's
+method
+of arranging
+to send a temperance
+tract
+to every family
+in Preston on
+New Year's
+Day. Christian
+men and
+women, who are in sympathy with the efforts
+of those who are fighting against our national
+vice, would give a great lift to the work by
+starting the New Year as total abstainers
+themselves. As New Year's Day falls on a
+Sunday, we trust the clergy and ministers
+will "remember not to forget" to drop a
+word for temperance in their Watch Night
+and New Year's
+Day sermons.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i-091.jpg" width="200" height="242" alt="Cosgrave" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center"><span class="smcap">DR. MacDOWELL COSGRAVE.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>President of the Dublin T.A.S.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-091a.jpg" width="250" height="332" alt="Fair" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">MR. T. WILLSON FAIR</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>Photo: Glover, Dublin.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 375px;">
+<img src="images/i-091b.jpg" width="375" height="285" alt="coffee" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE DUBLIN COFFEE PALACE.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>With large public hall in rear.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3>A DISTINGUISHED
+RECORD.</h3>
+
+<p>For upwards of
+sixty-two years the
+Dublin Total Abstinence
+Society has
+perseveringly held
+on its way, a record
+not surpassed by
+any temperance
+association in the
+sister country.
+When one remembers
+the "storm
+and stress" through
+which Ireland has
+passed during this
+eventful period, the
+fact that this ancient
+society still
+survives is a tribute
+to the enthusiastic
+labours of its executive
+officers of
+which they may
+well be proud. The old-fashioned method of
+"signing the pledge" is still kept in the
+forefront at all the meetings of the society.
+It rejoices in a coffee palace with a commodious
+public hall, in the very heart of the
+city of Dublin, and from year's end to year's
+end there is one
+attractive round
+of lectures, entertainments,
+clubs,
+and popular festivities,
+variously
+adapted to meet
+the requirements
+of the young and
+old alike. It was
+at a meeting
+under the auspices
+of this association
+that the late Sir
+Benjamin Ward
+Richardson,
+F.R.S., made the
+memorable deliverance:
+"The
+sale of drink is
+the sale of disease; the sale of drink is the
+sale of poverty; the sale of drink is the sale<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span>
+of insanity; the sale of drink is the sale of
+crime; the sale of drink is the sale of death."
+The president of the society is a well-known
+Dublin physician, Dr. E. MacDowell Cosgrave,
+and the hon. secretary is Mr. Thomas Willson
+Fair, whose devotion to the cause has
+made his name a household word in Irish
+temperance circles.</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE "DICTIONARY" BRIDE.</h3>
+
+<p>It will be remembered that last month
+we mentioned that under the word "abstaining"
+in the new dictionary, Dr. Murray
+quoted from the "Clerical Testimony to
+Total Abstinence," published in 1867, in which
+the present Bishop of Carlisle stated that
+a certain "bride was the daughter of an
+abstaining clergyman." Who was she? Well,
+first of all, let us clear the way by saying
+that Dr. Bardsley, in his testimony, cited the
+case of his own family. He said he was the
+eldest of seven sons, who were brought up as
+total abstainers by total abstaining parents.
+He then added, "To some readers who,
+upon occasions of family festivities, have
+been perplexed by their abstaining principles,
+it may not be uninteresting to learn that
+when, recently, one of the seven entered the
+happy estate of matrimony, the bride was
+the daughter of an abstaining clergyman.
+Here, then, was a difficulty. Should the
+wedding-day be regarded as an exception,
+and a little laxity allowed? The question
+was decided in the negative, and, notwithstanding
+the little protests as to 'such a
+thing never having been heard of before,'
+and the fear as to what that mythical personage
+Mrs. Grundy would say, the wedding
+was conducted on total abstinence principles.
+Amongst the good things of God provided,
+the spirits of evil were <em>wanting&mdash;but not
+wanted</em>, for the general remark was 'How
+little they are missed!'" We ask again,
+"Who was the bride?" In view of Dr.
+Bardsley's reference to the <em>mythical</em> Mrs.
+Grundy, our reply looks just a trifle piquant,
+for the bride was a Miss Grundy, the daughter
+of the Rev. George Docker Grundy, M.A., then
+(and still) Vicar of Hey, near Oldham. We
+tender our hearty congratulations to this
+grand old churchman, who graduated in
+honours at Brasenose College, Oxford, in 1828,
+was ordained in 1830, and entered upon his
+present benefice more than sixty years ago!</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE CHILDREN'S FOUNTAIN.</h3>
+
+<p>In the Temple Gardens, on the Victoria
+Embankment, there is a beautiful drinking-fountain,
+the work of Mr. George E. Wade.
+It is an exact facsimile of one executed by
+the same artist for the World's Women's
+Christian Temperance Union and erected in
+a prominent position in the city of Chicago.
+The funds for the purchase of the London
+fountain were mainly collected by children of
+the Loyal Temperance Legions, in response to
+an appeal from Lady Henry Somerset. At
+the unveiling ceremony, which took place
+in May, 1897, her Ladyship presented the
+fountain to the London County Council, and
+Miss Hilda Muff, who, of all the children,
+had collected the largest sum, had the honourable
+privilege of declaring the fountain free
+to all.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-092.jpg" width="250" height="371" alt="fountain" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">THE CHILDREN'S FOUNTAIN, VICTORIA
+EMBANKMENT.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd.</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>COMING EVENTS.</h3>
+
+<p>The friends in Norwich are organising a
+Sunday Closing Demonstration, to be held in
+the historic St. Andrew's Hall, on January
+24th. The annual business meeting of the
+London Temperance Council will take place
+on January 27th. Temperance Sunday for the
+diocese of Liverpool has been fixed for
+January 29th, and Bishop Ryle has issued a
+letter to all his clergy urging the due observance
+of the day. The annual New Year's
+Soirée of the United Kingdom Band of Hope
+Union has been fixed for January 30th, and
+the annual meetings of the same institution
+will be held in Exeter Hall on May 10th.
+The seventh International Congress against
+the Abuse of Spirituous Drinks will be held
+in Paris from April 4th to 9th.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-093.jpg" width="450" height="102" alt="school" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>SCRIPTURE LESSONS
+FOR SCHOOL AND HOME<br />
+
+<small>INTERNATIONAL SERIES</small></h2>
+
+
+
+
+<p class="center">With Illustrative Anecdotes and References.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong><span class="smcap">January 15th.</span>&mdash;Christ's First Miracle.</strong></p>
+
+<p><em>To read&mdash;St. John ii. 1-11. Golden Text&mdash;Ver. 2.</em></p>
+
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-093a.jpg" alt="I" width="100" height="99" class="cap" />
+
+<p class="cap_1">Last lesson told of disciples coming
+to Christ one by one. John the
+Baptist pointed to Him as Lamb
+of God&mdash;the sin-bearer. Andrew
+and John, hearing this, followed
+Christ. Andrew brought his
+brother Simon. Christ bade
+Philip follow Him, and he
+brought his friend Nathanael. Now Christ works
+miracle which confirms faith of all.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>I. <b>The Need</b> (1-5). Third day after call of
+Nathanael. Cana, his home, near Nazareth, sixty
+miles from Bethabara (i. 28). A wedding party. Mary,
+mother of Jesus, evidently a family friend. Christ
+and His five new disciples among the guests. Supplies
+ran short, perhaps from poverty or from larger
+number of guests than expected. Painful position of
+bridegroom, giver of feast. Mary notices, tells Christ,
+receives answer, "What is that to Me and thee?"
+He is best judge of right time for help. She knows
+His loving heart, is sure He will do something;
+therefore bids servants obey Christ's orders.</p>
+
+<p>II. <b>The Supply</b> (6-11). Waterpots ready, but
+empty. Been used for washing before meals (St.
+Mark vii. 3). Christ orders them to be filled&mdash;twenty
+gallons each. Governor of feast tastes first.
+Finds it excellent wine&mdash;such as usually put on
+table at beginning of feast&mdash;commends bridegroom
+for it. What was the result?</p>
+
+<p>Satisfaction to Mary, who knew her Divine Son.</p>
+
+<p>Faith strengthened in the new disciples of Christ.</p>
+
+<p>Glory to Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God.</p>
+
+<p>III. <b>Lessons.</b> 1. <em>About wine.</em> God's gift (Ps. civ.
+15), to be used sparingly&mdash;a little (1 Tim. v. 23).</p>
+
+<p>2. <em>About Christ.</em> How was His glory manifested?
+By sympathy&mdash;sharing home-life&mdash;its joys and
+sorrows. Believing wants of His people.</p>
+
+<p>3. <em>About ourselves.</em> The benefit of such a Friend
+(Ps. cxliv. 15). Difference between this world's blessings
+and those of Christ. This world's come first&mdash;health,
+riches, fame, etc. Christ's come last&mdash;glory,
+honour, immortality. Which are best? Then seek
+those things which are above (Col. iii. 1).</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong>God's Bounty.</strong></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>On a cold winter's day a poor woman stood at the window
+of a King's greenhouse looking at a cluster of grapes which
+she longed to have for her sick child. She went home
+to her spinning-wheel, earned half a crown, and offered it
+to the gardener for the grapes. He ordered her away. She
+returned home, took the blanket from her bed, sold it
+for five shillings, and offered this sum to the gardener. He
+repelled her with anger. The Princess, overhearing the
+conversation and seeing the woman's tears, said to her,
+"You have made a mistake, my good woman. My father
+is a king; he does not sell, but gives." So saying she
+plucked a bunch of the best grapes and placed them in the
+happy woman's hands.</p></blockquote>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong><span class="smcap">January 22nd.</span>&mdash;Christ and Nicodemus.</strong></p>
+
+<p><em>To read&mdash;St. John iii, 1-17. Golden Text&mdash;Ver. 16.</em></p>
+
+<p>Christ now in Jerusalem. Probably in retirement
+because Jews hostile. Picture Him with His new
+disciples in house in a back street on a windy night
+(ver. 8). A knock at the door. A Rabbi, member of
+the Sanhedrim (vii. 50), enters cautiously; he seeks
+to know more of this new teaching.</p>
+
+<p>I. <b>Regeneration of Man</b> (1-8). <em>The inquiry.</em>
+Nicodemus, a searcher after truth, comes to Christ
+the new Teacher, whom he acknowledges as sent from
+God, as testified by His miracles. What must he do?</p>
+
+<p><em>The answer.</em> He must have a new birth, <em>i.e.</em> be
+changed into a spiritual state&mdash;be concerned with
+inner things of God. This change only wrought by
+work of Holy Spirit on soul, of which washing by
+water, as in baptism, is outward sign. How does
+the Spirit work? <em>Invisibly</em>&mdash;seen in effects, as wind
+on water. <em>Irresistibly</em>, its power being divine&mdash;as
+at Pentecost 3,000 converted (Acts ii. 41). But man's
+will must co-operate.</p>
+
+<p>II. <b>Lifting up of Christ</b> (9-15). <em>Effects of new
+birth.</em> The regenerate see the truth revealed desired
+long (St. Luke x. 24), and bear witness to others&mdash;as
+new converts after Stephen's death (Acts viii. 4).</p>
+
+<p><em>Subject of the new teaching.</em> Christ Himself, His
+Person, Son of Man&mdash;the Perfect Man. His dwelling-place,
+heaven; not by ascending there, but as being
+His own eternal home.</p>
+
+<p><em>Christ's lifting up.</em> On a cross&mdash;a sacrifice for sin,
+giving eternal life to those who believe, of which
+brazen serpent was a type (Num. xxi. 9).</p>
+
+<p>III. <b>Love of the Father</b> (16, 17). How shown? He
+gave, sent, spared not His Son (Rom. viii. 32). Why
+shown? That man may not die, but live eternally.</p>
+
+<p><b>Lesson.</b> 1. The new birth. Am I changed?</p>
+
+<p>2. Christ lifted up for me. Am I saved?</p>
+
+<p>3. God's love. What am I giving in return?</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong>A Great Change.</strong></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>Queen Victoria once paid a visit to a paper-mill.
+Among other things she saw men picking out rags from
+the refuse of the city, and was told that these rags would
+make the finest white paper. After a few days her
+Majesty received a packet of the most delicate white
+paper, having the Queen's likeness for the water-mark,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span>
+with the intimation that it was made from the dirty rags
+she had noticed. So our lives, renewed by God's Spirit,
+can be transformed and bear His likeness.</p></blockquote>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong><span class="smcap">January 29th.</span>&mdash;Christ at Jacob's Well.</strong></p>
+
+<p><em>To read&mdash;St. John iv. 5-15. Golden Text&mdash;Ver. 14.</em></p>
+
+<p>Christ leaves Jerusalem, travels north with His
+disciples, passes through Samaria, reaches Sychar,
+near Shechem. Rests at Jacob's well while disciples
+buy food in neighbouring town.</p>
+
+<p>I. <b>The Story</b> (5-9). <em>Time.</em> Noon by Hebrew
+reckoning, or 6 p.m. by Roman time.</p>
+
+<p><em>Place.</em> Jacob's well. Bought by him (Gen.
+xxxiii. 19), burial-place of Joseph (Josh. xxiv. 32).</p>
+
+<p><em>Persons.</em> Jesus and the woman. He wearied, but,
+ever ready to do His Father's work, opens conversation.
+Uses the water, thirst, spring, as illustrations
+of spiritual truths. He asks her for water. She is
+surprised, because of national hostility.</p>
+
+<p>II. <b>The Water of Life</b> (10-15). Christ tells of His
+power to give living water. She thinks He means
+deep spring water, and asks how it is to be obtained.
+He then explains His meaning: water&mdash;commonest
+and simplest of all liquids&mdash;emblem of gifts and
+graces of Holy Spirit.</p>
+
+<p><em>Its source.</em> Gift of God alone. Offered freely to
+all (Isa. lv. 1).</p>
+
+<p><em>Its necessity.</em> If any have not God's Spirit, they
+are not His (Rom. viii. 9).</p>
+
+<p><em>Its nature.</em> Pure&mdash;from God's throne (Rev. xxii. 1).
+Refreshing&mdash;joy of salvation (Ps. li. 12). Healing
+(Rev. xxii. 2). Satisfying (Isa. lxi. 1). Unfailing&mdash;wells
+of salvation (Isa. xii. 3).</p>
+
+<p><em>Its results.</em> Everlasting life.</p>
+
+<p>III. <b>Lesson.</b> Drink of this living water which
+Christ offers to-day.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong>Living Water.</strong></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>The fountain of living waters is God Himself. It is not
+a mere cistern to hold a little water; it is a running, living
+stream, and a fountain that springs up perpetually. Now a
+fountain is produced by the pressure of water coming
+down from a height, and never rises higher than its source.
+Our spiritual life has its source in heaven. It came from
+God, and to God it will return.</p></blockquote>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong><span class="smcap">February 5th.</span>&mdash;The Nobleman's Son Healed.</strong></p>
+
+<p><em>To read&mdash;St. John iv. 43-54. Golden Text&mdash;Ver. 53.</em></p>
+
+<p>Christ has passed through Samaria, returned to
+Cana. Now works first miracle of healing.</p>
+
+<p>I. <b>Faith Beginning</b> (43-47). <em>The father.</em> A
+courtier of Herod Antipas, King of Galilee. In
+trouble because of son's sickness. Hears of Jesus and
+His wonderful doings&mdash;will see if He can help him.
+Leaves his home to go and meet Jesus. Urgently
+entreats Him to come from Cana down to Capernaum
+on the Lake of Galilee to visit and relieve his
+dying son.</p>
+
+<p>II. <b>Faith Increasing</b> (48-50). Christ seems to
+hesitate&mdash;makes a difficulty. He wants strong faith.
+He sees father desires external signs, personal visit.
+Christ must have implicit faith. What does Christ
+do? Does not comply with the request nor refuse,
+but calmly tells him his son lives. The man believes,
+and returns home.</p>
+
+<p><b>III. Faith Perfected</b> (51-54). Met by his servants
+on way back. They had noted the change for the
+better in the boy, hastened to meet the father and tell
+the good news. What does he ask? The time
+exactly agreed. So the father knew that Christ was
+more than man&mdash;that He was Lord of life and death&mdash;the
+true Son of God. No more doubts.</p>
+
+<p><b>Lessons.</b> 1. Trouble leads to prayer and prayer to
+blessings.</p>
+
+<p>2. Belief in Christ brings peace and happiness.</p>
+
+<p>3. He is the same Lord to all them that believe.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong>Freemen of the Gospel.</strong></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>An old man once said that it took him forty years to
+learn three simple things. The first was that he could not
+do anything to save himself; the second was that God
+did not expect him to; and the third was that Christ had
+done it all, and all he had to do was to believe and be
+saved.</p></blockquote>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong><span class="smcap">February 12th.</span>&mdash;Christ's Divine Authority.</strong></p>
+
+<p><em>To read&mdash;St. John v. 17&mdash;27. Golden Text&mdash;John iv. 42.</em></p>
+
+<p>Christ has returned to Jerusalem to keep one of
+appointed feasts (ver. 1). There He healed a cripple
+at the Pool of Bethesda on the Sabbath, which caused
+the Jews to persecute Him for "breaking" or relaxing
+the Sabbath day. Christ answers them.</p>
+
+<p>I. <b>The Father's Work</b> (17, 18). God is Creator of
+world and Father of all. The Sabbath not a time for
+inaction. Does everything stop? Earth continues
+to revolve, winds blow, vegetation grows. Sabbath
+a rest for man from work by which livelihood gained,
+but also a day to be spent in works of mercy. Thus
+Christ works on with the Father. His claim to
+be equal with God angers the Jews.</p>
+
+<p>II. <b>The Son's Work</b> (19-23). Same as the Father's&mdash;does
+nothing by Himself. He shares the Father's
+counsels&mdash;loving bond of sympathy between them.
+Shares Father's work&mdash;giving life to dead (i. 4).
+Christ already done this when raised Jairus's little
+daughter (St. Matt. ix. 25). Also raised dead souls by
+forgiving sins and leading to new life. Example&mdash;sick
+of the palsy (St. Matt. ix. 2) and the woman who
+had sinned (St. Luke vii. 37, 47).</p>
+
+<p>Christ also appointed as the Judge (Acts xvii. 31).
+Therefore equally with Father claims honour from
+men. To dishonour Him is to dishonour God.</p>
+
+<p>III. <b>Man's Relation to Christ</b> (24-27). How can
+he obtain this new life? Must hear and accept Son's
+word, must believe the Father, Who speaks through
+the Son (xvii. 3; Heb i. 2). Then he passes from
+death in sin (Eph. ii. 1) to life in Christ (Col. iii. 3).
+This a present change. Old things passed&mdash;all
+become new. New faith, hope, love. New life for
+soul now, for body hereafter.</p>
+
+<p><b>Lessons.</b> 1. It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath.</p>
+
+<p>2. If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><strong>Full Salvation.</strong></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>Those who trust Christ do not trust Him to save only for a
+year or two, but for ever. In going a long journey it is best
+to take a ticket all the way through. Take your ticket for
+the New Jerusalem, and not for a half-way house. The
+train will never break down, and the track never be torn
+up. Trust Jesus Christ to carry you through to glory, and
+He will do it.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Rev. C. H. Spurgeon.</span></p></blockquote>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">&nbsp;</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-095.jpg" width="450" height="160" alt="arrows" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>SHORT ARROWS<br />
+Notes of Christian Life
+&amp; Work.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>"The Finding of the Saviour in the Temple."</h3>
+
+<div class="drop">
+ <img src="images/i-095a.jpg" alt="I" width="90" height="90" class="cap" />
+<p class="cap_1">I n response to the
+request of many
+of our readers,
+we give the following
+account
+of this great picture,
+a special
+reproduction of
+which (in colours
+and suitable for
+framing) was
+presented with
+our November
+number. With
+the idea of the picture in his mind, Mr. Holman Hunt
+went, in 1854, to Jerusalem to obtain local colour
+and models for the work. "Truth to Nature" being
+the principle of his art, he desired to get as near
+as possible to the probable aspect of the scene he
+was attempting to depict. The Temple he had to
+construct for himself, and this he did after studying
+Eastern, and especially ancient Jewish, architecture,
+the only part painted from an actual fact
+being the marble pavement. This he copied from
+the floor of the Mosque of Omar, which, according
+to tradition, is the only remaining portion of Herod's
+Temple. He experienced great difficulty in getting
+models for his figures, owing to the suspicion having
+arisen that he was a Christian missionary in
+disguise. By the end of eighteen months, however,
+he had painted in all the adult figures from actual
+models, and, returning to England, he managed, by
+the help of Mr. Mocatta, to get a boy from the
+Jewish community in the East-End of London to sit
+for the figure of Christ. Every detail of the picture
+has a symbolic interest. The rabbi on the left,
+clasping in his arms the <em>Torah</em> or sacred roll
+of the Law, is blind and decrepit, and the other
+rabbis, with their phylacteries and scrolls, are
+all characteristic of the proud, self-righteous,
+sects to which they belonged. Joseph carries his
+own and Mary's shoes over his shoulders&mdash;even
+in their haste they had remembered the injunction
+to remove them when entering the house of
+the Lord&mdash;and Mary is clad in robes of grey and
+white, with a girdle fringed with orange-red, the
+colours of purity and sorrow. Christ wears a
+<em>kaftan</em>, striped with purple and blue, the colours
+of the royal house of David. He is pulling
+the buckle of the belt tighter&mdash;"girding up His
+loins"&mdash;and in spite of the "Wist ye not that I
+must be about My Father's business?" has one foot
+advanced in readiness to go with His earthly
+parents. Through the doorway the builders are
+still at work; they are hoisting into position the
+block which is to be "the chief corner-stone of the
+building."</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-095b.jpg" width="250" height="331" alt="blind" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">BLIND PETER AND HIS BRIDE.</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: T. F. McFarlane, Crieff.</em>)</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-096.jpg" width="600" height="431" alt="teachers" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">St. Paul's Bennett St. Sunday School, Manchester
+Quiver Medalists March 1<sup>st.</sup> 1898.
+</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>Blind Peter and his Bride.</h3>
+
+<p>In spite of his blindness, Peter was a very
+happy man. A young girl, brought up in the
+American Presbyterian School in Pekin, emphatically
+declared that he was the best, the cleverest,
+and the best-looking of six candidates for her
+hand. She enjoyed the unheard-of privilege of
+choosing her husband, and, as her relations approved
+the selection, settlements were at once
+arranged. Her hair was cut in a fringe, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">&nbsp;</a><br /><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span>
+in China marks an engaged maiden; the contract
+was drawn up on a sheet of lucky scarlet paper,
+and Peter undertook to make a regular allowance
+to his mother-in-law. Neither the bride nor Peter's
+relations ever had occasion to regret their decision.
+He was one of the earliest pupils in the
+School for the Blind established in Pekin in 1879.
+As a boy of twelve years old, he was led to the
+door by his brother aged fourteen. They were
+orphans, and on their first begging tour, and
+the elder said that he could support himself
+by work, but could not gain sufficient food for
+two without begging. The blind boy was admitted,
+and he quickly gained a high character.
+Within two years he was the ablest and best
+teacher of the blind in Pekin, and he had knowledge
+and influence which might be the means of
+bringing light and understanding to untold numbers
+groping in darkness of mind and body. It is
+calculated that the blind in China number at
+least 500,000, and they have the character of being
+amongst the most depraved of beggars. Miss
+Gordon-Cumming tells the story of blind Peter in
+her new book, "The Inventor of the Numeral
+Type for China." The Chinese Dictionary contains
+from 30,000 to 40,000 characters. It is true that to
+read a book so sublimely simple as the Bible it is
+sufficient to learn 4,000; but the length of this task
+deters the majority of people from the attempt.
+Mr. W. H. Murray found it possible to reduce the
+distinct tones of Mandarin Chinese (used in four-fifths
+of the Empire) to 408, and to represent them
+in numerals, embossed in dots according to Braille's
+system. Miss Gordon-Cumming devotes several
+pages to explaining the invention and the means by
+which it has been carried into good effect. The
+result is that blind men and women have not only
+been raised from demoralised beggary, but have
+become teachers of others afflicted like themselves,
+and in some cases of the sighted illiterate or deaf
+and dumb.</p>
+
+
+<h3>A Notable Group.</h3>
+
+<p>In the course of our last volume we had occasion
+to refer several times to the remarkable Sunday-school
+in Manchester which contains no less than
+forty-five teachers, all of whom have served for
+over twenty years as active officers of the school.
+This discovery was made in connection with our
+Roll of Honour for Sunday-school Workers, and
+each of the forty-five was awarded <span class="smcap">The Quiver</span>
+medal. These teachers have since associated
+themselves in a photographic group, the result of
+which we reproduce on the opposite page. It
+forms an interesting and unique memento of an
+interesting and unique school.</p>
+
+
+<h3>A Quiver Hero.</h3>
+
+<p>The latest addition to the Roll of Quiver Heroes
+and Heroines is Captain James Hood, of the London
+tug <em>Simla</em>, who, on October 17th last, was by his
+self-sacrificing courage and presence of mind instrumental
+in saving twelve members of the crew
+of the <em>Blengfell</em> off Margate. The circumstances
+attending the conspicuous act of Captain Hood are
+probably still fresh in the minds of all our readers,
+and it is only necessary to recall that on the day
+in question his tug was in attendance on the naphtha
+ship <em>Blengfell</em>, when the latter vessel was suddenly
+rent in two by a terrific explosion, which resulted
+in the sudden death of the captain of the doomed
+ship, his wife and child, and six other persons.
+Hood immediately saw that the only way to save
+the men left on the wreck and those struggling
+in the sea was to steam right alongside the
+burning ship, there being no time to lower boats.
+This he courageously did in the face of several
+minor explosions, and knowing full well that
+at any moment the remaining barrels of naphtha
+might ignite and blow his vessel to pieces. Fortunately
+he was successful in rescuing the survivors,
+and was able to steam away in safety from
+the burning ship. Our readers will undoubtedly
+endorse our opinion that Captain Hood has nobly
+earned the Silver Medal of <span class="smcap">The Quiver</span> Heroes
+Fund, which it has been our pleasure to hand to
+him.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-097.jpg" width="250" height="341" alt="hood" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">CAPTAIN HOOD.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>The latest Quiver Hero.</em>)</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: W. Bartier,<br />
+Poplar, E.</em>)
+</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>Unusual Diffidence.</h3>
+
+<p>An able public man known to the writer was
+asked the other day to speak at a conference upon
+one of the subjects to be debated. He replied
+that he could not do so, as he did not know much
+about the question and had not time to study it
+in all its bearings. How much shorter and more
+profitable would speeches and sermons be if those
+who deliver them were as conscientious as our
+friend! But "fools rush in where angels fear to
+tread," and speak loud and long out of the abundance
+of their ignorance. When a man has only
+one idea, has seen only one side of a thing, knows
+only a limited number of words, and is in possession
+of good lungs, there is no reason why he should
+ever stop speaking.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3>Distributing Mansion House Money.</h3>
+
+<p>Four great famines in India have marked the
+reign of Queen Victoria&mdash;each more widespread
+than the last, but each successively occasioning less
+loss of life. It was in the famine of 1868-69 that
+Lord Lawrence initiated, as a working principle
+for the Administration, a sense of personal responsibility
+for every life lost. In the last, that of 1896-97,
+the scarcity extended from the Punjab to Cape
+Comorin, but the skill in checking starvation was
+greater than in the preceding one of 1877, and the
+number of sufferers relieved exceeded three millions.
+Whilst many of India's sons gazed up at the cloudless
+sky with the calm desperation of fatalists, the
+Government and missionaries fought side by side to
+repel hunger and death. England subscribed £550,000
+through the Mansion House Relief Fund alone. The
+scourge fell most heavily on the Central Provinces,
+and the paternal Government had not only to deal
+with present necessity, but to provide for the future.
+Our illustration is copied from a photograph of a
+scene in Central India. An English Government
+servant sits at a table covered with money from the
+Mansion House Fund, and he is granting fifteen
+rupees to a cultivator for seed rice. A crowd of
+applicants for similar relief surround him.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i-098.jpg" width="450" height="329" alt="money" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">DISTRIBUTING MANSION HOUSE MONEY IN INDIA.</p>
+
+<p>(<em>Photo: Rev. A. Logsdail</em>)</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>For Old and Young.</h3>
+
+<p>By a curious coincidence two of the various
+works which call for notice this month are by
+present contributors to our own pages, and two
+are by future contributors. It is unnecessary
+to deal with the former at length&mdash;even if space
+permitted&mdash;and it is sufficient to state that Dr.
+Joseph Parker's second volume of his series of
+"Studies in Texts" (Horace Marshall and Son) is
+as full of pregnant and forceful thoughts as its
+predecessor; whilst in "Love to the Uttermost"
+(Morgan and Scott) our old friend, the Rev. F. B.
+Meyer, has tenderly and reverently expounded the
+principal incidents and texts contained in the
+latter portion of the Gospel of the disciple "whom
+Jesus loved."&mdash;From Mr. Elliott Stock comes a
+small volume of "Addresses to all Sorts and
+Conditions of Men," which have been delivered at
+various times and in various places by Archdeacon
+Madden, who is well known as an earnest
+and gifted preacher to young men, and we can
+but hope that these outspoken truths may,
+in their more permanent form, be the means of
+much lasting good. We hope shortly to introduce
+Archdeacon Madden more directly to our
+readers by means of our own pages, and also Dr.
+R. F. Horton, who is responsible for "The Commandments
+of Jesus," which has just reached us
+from Messrs. Isbister. It should be emphasised
+at once that the book does not deal with the
+commandments given to Moses, but with the commandments
+delivered by our Lord whilst on
+earth. Dr. Horton claims that a careful study of
+these will prove that they form "a sufficient,
+authoritative, and exact rule of life" at the
+present day, and he has ably upheld and explained
+what he so happily terms "the eternal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span>
+code of Jesus."&mdash;To turn from theological to
+lighter works, we are pleased to draw attention
+to Mr. S. H. Hamer's "Whys and Other Whys"
+(Cassell and Co.), which would form an admirable
+present for little people. The author tells a
+number of humorous stories of "Curious Creatures
+and their Tales," which will amuse and
+delight the children, whilst the many quaint and
+clever illustrations by Mr. Neilson combine to
+make this one of the best gift-books of the
+season.&mdash;For the little ones and also to "children
+of a larger growth" we can heartily commend
+Mrs. Orman Cooper's life of "John Bunyan, the
+Glorious Dreamer" (Sunday School Union), which
+is written from an extensive knowledge of the
+subject (gained principally from many years' residence
+in Bedford), and is also copiously illustrated.&mdash;We
+have also to acknowledge the receipt of
+"Rabbi Sanderson" (Hodder and Stoughton) by
+Ian Maclaren, which forms a companion to his
+former short story, "A Doctor of the Old
+School," though we feel it is not so brilliant as
+the latter; of "Neil Macleod" (same publishers),
+an interesting and well-written story of
+literary life in London; and also of "Silver
+Tongues" (Morgan and Scott), which consists of
+a series of talks to the young by the Rev. John
+Mitchell, based on simple objects of common
+knowledge, such as a leaf, a thimble, flowers,
+etc., and enriched by many appropriate lessons.</p>
+
+
+<h3>Four Anchors from the Stern.</h3>
+
+<p>These anchors, our Revised Version tells us, the
+sailors "let go" on St. Paul's disastrous voyage
+towards Rome, "fearing lest haply we should be
+cast ashore on rocky ground." There is many a
+reef of rocks which threatens a young man or
+woman's barque, as it is pushed off across the waters
+of life's ocean; and, at the close of this century,
+one such reef is certainly the neglect and desecration
+of the Sabbath. It is difficult, perhaps undesirable,
+to lay down minute rules upon a subject concerning
+the details of which good folks conscientiously
+differ; but, in days when the social trend is distinctly
+towards laxity, there are four main principles
+which must be binding on all who acknowledge
+the New Testament as the supreme law of
+life. Little, comparatively, is said there about the
+observance of the first day of the week, but that
+little is very helpful and suggestive. (1) Sunday
+should be a day of joy. It was "with great joy"
+that the holy women returned from the sepulchre
+after the resurrection. Let us try and make
+Sunday bright and happy, especially to children
+and to the poor. (2) Sunday must be a day of
+worship. The disciples were wont to meet together
+to break bread in remembrance of their
+Master, and (Acts xx. 7) to hear a sermon. (3)
+Sunday must be a day of generosity and kindness.
+The apostle specially enjoins that each one should
+"lay by him in store, as he may prosper." The
+spirit of this command must forbid selfish entertainments
+and recreations, which impose extra
+toil on hard-worked servants. (4) Sunday should
+be a day of rest, and (to some extent, at least), of
+holy contemplation. St. John the Divine at Patmos
+was "in the spirit on the Lord's Day," when he saw
+the vision of the New Jerusalem. Sundays upon
+earth are a preparation for "the Sabbaths of
+Eternity." Neglect and desecration are "rocks
+ahead." Young men and maidens who fare forth
+into the world, and are apt to be driven rockward
+by the powerful and dangerous currents of public
+opinion, will find that these four stout scriptural
+anchors will hold their craft secure and fast.</p>
+
+
+<h3>Crowns of Thorns and Crowns of Righteousness.</h3>
+
+<p>A man called upon President Lincoln, introduced
+himself as one of his best friends, and
+asked for a Government post, then vacant, on the
+ground that it was solely through the applicant's
+exertions that he was elected to the Presidency.
+"Oh, indeed," said Lincoln; "then I now look
+upon the man who, of all men, has crowned my
+existence with a crown of thorns. No post for
+you in my gift, I assure you. I wish you good-morning."
+Thus it is that, when we obtain
+them, we care nothing about things that once
+were objects of our ambition. It will not be so
+with the never-fading crowns of righteousness
+that are the rewards of another and happier
+world.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-099.jpg" width="250" height="331" alt="Harrison" />
+<div class="caption"><p class="center">MISS HARRISON.</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<em>The veteran Leicester Sunday-school teacher.</em>)</p>
+
+<p>
+(<em>Photo: A. Pickering, Leicester.</em>)
+</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>The Leicester Silver Medallist.</h3>
+
+<p>Many of our readers will be pleased to see the
+accompanying portrait of Miss Anne Harrison, the
+veteran Sunday-school teacher of Leicestershire,
+who was recently awarded the Silver Medal and
+Presentation Bible for the longest known period of
+service in that county. Fifty-eight years ago Miss
+Harrison commenced work in the Sunday-school
+attached to the Baptist Chapel in Harvey Lane,
+Leicester, and is still to be found at her post Sunday
+after Sunday, devoting all her energies to the cause
+which is so near her heart, and which she has so
+faithfully served for over half a century.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><b>ROLL OF HONOUR FOR SUNDAY-SCHOOL
+WORKERS.</b></p>
+
+<p>The <b>Special Silver Medal</b> and <b>Presentation Bible</b>
+offered for the longest known Sunday-school service
+in the county of <b>Sussex</b> (for which applications
+were invited up to November 30th) have
+been gained by</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Mr. Charles Watts</span>,<br />
+14, Western Road, Hove,
+</p>
+
+<p>who has distinguished himself by <b>fifty-one</b> years'
+service in the county, forty-nine of which were
+spent in Christ Church Sunday School, Montpelier
+Road, Brighton.</p>
+
+<p>As already announced, the next territorial county
+for which claims are invited for the Silver Medal is</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<b>WILTSHIRE</b>,<br />
+</p>
+
+<p>and applications, on the special form, must be
+received on or before December 31st, 1898. We
+may add that <b>Durham</b> is the following county
+selected, the date-limit for claims in that case
+being January 31st, 1899. This county, in its turn,
+will be followed by <b>Devonshire</b>, for which the date
+will be one month later&mdash;viz. February 31st, 1899.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><em>Erratum.</em>&mdash;Susan Hammond, the Essex County
+Medallist, was inadvertently described in our
+November number as Miss Hammond instead
+of Mrs. Hammond.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><b>THE QUIVER FUNDS.</b></p>
+
+<p>The following is a list of contributions received
+from November 1st up to and including November
+30th, 1898. Subscriptions received after this date
+will be acknowledged next month:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>For <b>"The Quiver" Christmas Stocking Fund</b>: Jessie
+B., Clerkenwell, 2s. 6d.; A School Girl, Stockport, 3s.; A.
+Newport, Dorchester, 1s.; L. Holland, Crouch End, 2s.;
+C. D., Bradford-on-Avon, 2s.; A Sunday Scholar, 1s.;
+M. T., 3s.; E. E., Newmarket, 3s.; B. Burston, Moreland
+Court, 1s.; A Few Friends at Hazelwood, 5s.; F. S. T., 1s.;
+R. S., Crouch End, 5s.; E. M. Ellis, Derby, 1s.; Mrs. S.,
+Newport, 5s.; Mrs. J. Cunningham, West Kensington,
+5s.; E. Baylis, Woldingham, 10s.; Violet, 2s.; H. D., 10s.;
+G. S. Andrews, 3s.; A Reader, 2s.; E. R. Boys, Warlingham,
+3s.; M. A., Kilburn, 1s.; Sympathy, 1s. 6d.; Mrs.
+Anderson, 1s.; Anon., Croydon, 2s. 2d.; M., Horsham, 5s.;
+S. L. G., Camberwell, 5s.; Anon., East Grinstead, 10s.;
+Anon., Dublin, 1s.; W. Dellar, 1s.; Little Florrie, Brighton,
+2s.</p>
+
+<p>For "<cite>The Quiver</cite>" <em>Waifs' Fund</em>: J. J. E. (132nd donation),
+5s.; A Glasgow Mother (102nd donation), 1s.; S. A.,
+Newport, 10s.; A Swansea Mother, 5s.</p>
+
+<p>For <cite>Dr. Barnardo's Homes</cite>: An Irish Girl, 6s. 6d.;
+E. E., Newmarket, 2s.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>The Editor is always pleased to receive and forward
+to the institutions concerned the donations of any of
+his readers who wish to help the movements referred
+to in the pages of <span class="smcap">The Quiver</span>. All contributions of
+one shilling and upwards will be acknowledged.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i-100.jpg" width="250" height="63" alt="decorative" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>THE QUIVER BIBLE CLASS.</h2>
+
+<h3>(BASED ON THE INTERNATIONAL SCRIPTURE LESSONS.)</h3>
+
+
+<p class="center space-above"><strong>QUESTIONS.</strong></p>
+
+<p>25. Why was the place where our Lord performed His
+first miracle called Cana of Galilee?</p>
+
+<p>26. Why was such a large quantity of water provided
+at Jewish feasts?</p>
+
+<p>27. How many disciples were with Jesus at the marriage
+in Cana of Galilee?</p>
+
+<p>28. What proof have we that Nicodemus was a member
+of the Sanhedrim or great council of the Jews?</p>
+
+<p>29. In what words does our Lord refer to His crucifixion
+while speaking to Nicodemus?</p>
+
+<p>30. What was the piece of land which Jacob gave to
+his son Joseph?</p>
+
+<p>31. In what way could the woman of Samaria speak of
+Jacob as "our father"?</p>
+
+<p>32. How did the Samaritans show their belief in Jesus
+as the Redeemer of all mankind?</p>
+
+<p>33. In what way did our Lord manifest His Divine
+power to the nobleman of Capernaum?</p>
+
+<p>34. At what celebrated place in Jerusalem did our Lord
+heal a man who had been ill for thirty-eight years?</p>
+
+<p>35. Quote words in which Jesus speaks of Himself as
+the Judge of the quick and dead.</p>
+
+<p>36. Why was it that when our Lord said to the Jews
+"My Father worketh hitherto, and I work," they sought
+to kill Him?</p>
+
+
+<p class="center space-above"><strong>ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ON PAGE 192.</strong></p>
+
+<p>13. He broke the most solemn oath which he had made
+to the King of Babylon (2 Chron. xxxvi. 13).</p>
+
+<p>14. His eyes were burned out, and he was taken prisoner
+to Babylon (Jer. lii. 11).</p>
+
+<p>15. The prophecy of Ezekiel, who foretold that Zedekiah
+should die at Babylon, but should not see it
+(Ezek. xii. 13).</p>
+
+<p>16. He says the revelation of the Old Testament was
+given at various times, and in many different ways, but
+the Gospel was revealed to mankind by the Son of God
+Himself (Heb. i. 1, 2).</p>
+
+<p>17. "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth
+to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?"
+(Heb. i. 14).</p>
+
+<p>18. It declares the divinity of Christ and records the
+deeper spiritual truths of His teaching (St. John i. 1-14,
+and xx. 31).</p>
+
+<p>19. "The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us"
+(St. John i. 14).</p>
+
+<p>20. "Behold, I will send My messenger, and he shall
+prepare the way before Me" (Malachi iii. 1, and iv. 5).</p>
+
+<p>21. "For thou art an holy people unto the Lord thy
+God; the Lord thy God hath chosen thee to be a
+special people unto Himself" (Deut. vii. 6; St. John
+i. 11).</p>
+
+<p>22. When his brother, St. Philip, tried to bring him to
+see Jesus, he said, "We have found Him, of whom Moses
+in the law, and the prophets, did write" (St. John i. 45).</p>
+
+<p>23. Jesus said unto him, "Before that Phillip called thee,
+when thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee" (St. John
+i. 48).</p>
+
+<p>24. As Jesus passed by St. John said, "Behold the
+Lamb of God!" (St. John i. 36).</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="tn"><h3>Transcriber's note:</h3>
+
+<p>Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as printed.</p>
+
+<p>The cover for the eBook version of this book was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p>
+
+<p>Missing page numbers are page numbers that were not shown in the original text.</p>
+
+<p>Page 266: "God answered Job out <em>out of</em> whirlwind." The transcriber has change this line to: "God answered Job <em>out of</em> the whirlwind."</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Quiver 12/1899, by Anonymous
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+Title: The Quiver 12/1899
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+[Illustration: THE HEIRLOOM
+
+_From the Drawing by_ M. L. GOW, R.I.]
+
+
+
+
+A DAY IN DAMASCUS.
+
+
+It was only just over a fortnight since we left England--according
+to the calendar, that is to say; but that way of reckoning time
+seems to me as misleading as the common method of L s. d. in
+computing alms. Two days' weary railway travel to Marseilles after
+crossing the Channel, two days of smooth sailing to the Straits
+of Messina, then two of tossing "in Adria," till we ran under the
+lee of Crete; one spent in plunging along its southern shores,
+followed by a bright, warm day which brought us to the coast of
+Egypt (only to learn that if we entered the longed-for haven of
+Alexandria we should be subject to five days' quarantine at our
+next port); a tiresome day's run across this most choppy corner of
+the Mediterranean to Jaffa, and a landing there through the surf
+on a glorious morning, which made up for everything, and plunged
+us straight into the midst of Eastern life, with all its warmth of
+colouring to eye and ear; three hours' run by rail to Jerusalem,
+and five days there and thereabouts, almost bewildering us with a
+constant succession of scenes half-novel and half-familiar; another
+railway journey back to Jaffa, a pleasant run along the coast of
+Palestine to Beirut, and a day spent there. All this lay between
+England and Beirut as we finished an early breakfast on a February
+morning, and drove to the railway station through the busy streets
+of Beirut, full of picturesque life, and yet much more European than
+those of other Syrian towns. Our driver stopped on the way, somewhat
+to our amusement, to light his cigarette from a friend's!
+
+[Illustration: WALL FROM WHICH ST. PAUL ESCAPED, DAMASCUS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._) ]
+
+This railway line is a new one, due to French enterprise, and was
+opened in August, 1895. The Lebanon district owes much to the
+French. We were a party of seventy, and had chartered a special
+train. The distance is only about ninety miles; it seemed almost
+impossible that the journey should take nine hours, as we were told;
+but there are more than a score of stations, and at each one the
+train (even a special) stops for several minutes--by order of the
+Government, we heard. And, more than that, the line passes right
+over Libanus and Anti-Libanus, reaching a point some 5,000 feet up,
+where the coast of Cyprus comes in sight over the blue waters of the
+Mediterranean; while, as one journeys east, the snowy top of Hermon
+stands out against the sky away to the south. A system of cogs and
+several reversings of the engine carried us high into the mountains
+in a very short time. Beirut was left far below, and we were among
+the snows, glad of the rugs and thick overcoats which wisdom (not
+our own) had advised us to bring; glad, too, by mid-day of the lunch
+we had brought with us. Even in the midst of the grandest scenery
+we were vulgarly hungry, and rather sleepy when we felt the rare
+atmosphere. After a time, the scene changed: we were in Coele-Syria,
+among mulberries and vineyards, from which comes Lebanon wine. Here
+and there were mud villages, with picturesque groups of natives and
+cattle. We were the first large English party to pass over the line;
+and at one station a red-robed Syrian, who had served in a London
+milliner's years ago, asked eagerly for an English newspaper, to
+know what was going on in Constantinople! He got one from us about
+a fortnight old; we had none later. Elsewhere the natives were
+wondrously pleased to see some of our party playing at leapfrog
+during the stops.
+
+[Illustration: DETAIL OF THE CARVED WORK IN A JEWISH HOUSE.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+Over the hills the _diligence_ road runs for the most part near
+the railway, and here and there we saw strings of mules winding
+along above us. We passed Anti-Libanus at an altitude of 4,000 feet
+above the sea, and at Zebdany entered the valley of the Barada (the
+ancient Abana), which we followed the remaining twenty-four miles to
+Damascus. Here and there are short tunnels or cuttings, and almost
+everywhere splendid cliffs, sometimes cavernous, and rich valleys
+with orchards and olive-trees.
+
+About nightfall we ran into Damascus, and were driven to the Hotel
+Besraoui: we were getting used by this time to the apparently
+reckless manners of the Oriental driver. There are large barracks
+close to the station: the Government put them up when the railway
+was made, as a measure of political prudence. At Zahleh, the
+half-way station, whence runs the road to Baalbek, we had seen
+trucks full of Turkish soldiers returning from the Hauran, where
+the Druses had been giving trouble; in fact, the first train
+chartered for our party at Beirut was taken for military purposes by
+the Government officials, so we understood, leaving us to wait till
+the next morning! And now we found troops bivouacked along the road
+by which we left the station for our hotel. They are good soldiers,
+these Turks, and not bad fellows, from what I have heard; but
+unpaid, unclad, unfed, many of them, we were told, had died under
+their hardships.
+
+Arrived at the hotel, we passed through the entrance hall into an
+open central court, where a fountain was playing in the midst of
+leafy trees. By the stairs and balconies surrounding it we mounted
+to our bedrooms. The hotel was a new and a large one, but the almost
+unexpected incursion of a party of seventy taxed the resources
+of the kitchen somewhat heavily. It was not till breakfast-time,
+however, that this appeared: the Damascenes had evidently thought
+it a good opportunity to get rid of stores of eggs which had passed
+the first bloom of freshness. But there was no other ground of
+complaint. A large staff of native waiters had been drafted in to
+attend us in the large chilly dining saloon--for we were out of "the
+season." Before leaving the dinner-table we were warned that if
+anyone ventured into the streets he must, by law, carry a lantern;
+but that, as the city was full of soldiers, and a good deal of
+excitement prevailed--a number of Druse prisoners being expected--we
+had better stay indoors. There was not much temptation to do
+otherwise after a weary day's travel beyond stepping into the street
+to look up at the brilliant stars sparkling in the cold night, as
+they must have done to the eyes of patriarchs and perhaps of Magi,
+of Naaman and of Omar. And in the drawing-room there had actually
+been lighted a real fire--a rare luxury in Syria and Palestine. Of
+course, one must send some postcards to friends at home--it is not
+every day you can date a letter from Damascus--and there is always
+a diary waiting to be "written up"; but it was not long before we
+drifted bedwards, to sleep for the first time in perhaps the most
+ancient city in the world.
+
+[Illustration: THE STREET CALLED "STRAIGHT."
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+Bright and early next morning we were at breakfast, and then
+scattered in groups to walk or drive about the city and its suburbs.
+It was still cold, and the natives needed the heat of the sun to
+"expand" them; but it was pleasant to drive along the banks of the
+Abana, which flows through the city, and feel that one was on the
+extreme verge of modern civilisation. Entering "the street which
+is called Straight," which traverses Damascus from west to east,
+we drove slowly along, noticing the busy, prosperous look of the
+city. There were not the crowds of beggars and pilgrims to be seen
+in some quarters of Jerusalem. Above us were latticed windows, like
+those through which, elsewhere, the mother of Sisera once looked;
+and we saw bronze-work in progress, and great hanks of unspun silk,
+representing two of the staple trades of Damascus.
+
+[Illustration: VIEW OF DAMASCUS FROM THE FORTRESS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+We visited two houses, the first that of Shemaiah, a wealthy banker,
+who was ruined by lending money to the Turkish Government. We
+noticed imitations of living birds among the beautiful carved work
+on the walls of the magnificent room into which we were conducted.
+The house is a typical Eastern mansion, but it is now unoccupied.
+Our second visit, through a narrow and not very clean alley in
+the Christian Quarter, was to the traditional "House of Ananias."
+Oblivious of the historic record that St. Paul lodged in the house
+of Judas, in the street called Straight, and was visited there
+by Ananias, local tradition shows the cave in which the meeting
+took place in Ananias' house! We have to be satisfied, as in the
+case of many traditional sacred sites, with the reflection, "It
+was somewhere near here"; but as we continued our drive through
+"Straight" Street we read St. Luke's account of that journey to
+Damascus, and the events which were the means of changing the pupil
+of Gamaliel into the Apostle of the Gentiles. We were reminded of
+him again as we passed out of the triple East Gate. Its central arch
+is now built up, as well as one of the side ones; but by this, quite
+possibly, Saul was actually led in his blindness into the city. Not
+far away is pointed out the window by which he was let down. The
+house is in reality a modern one, but there are many examples round
+us of the kind of place in the "houses on the wall," which seem
+quite a feature of the city.
+
+[Illustration: THE MARKET, DAMASCUS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+But Damascus has other associations, and we have to visit "the
+house of Naaman," not many yards away. The traditional site is now
+suitably occupied by a leper hospital; and about its gateway we can
+see unhappy creatures in various stages of this living death. As we
+drove away, we read the story of Naaman, and opportunely noticed, if
+not a mule, at least an ass, with a "burden of earth," illustrating
+the Syrian's request for material to build an altar to Jehovah.
+
+Pursuing our way through the suburbs, we found the roads more and
+more thronged with a motley Eastern crowd. It was Friday, the
+Mahometan Sabbath, which is, to some extent, a festal day; and,
+further, 600 Druse prisoners were rumoured to be coming in, and
+house-tops as well as streets were occupied by would-be spectators.
+
+A considerable force of troops, armed _cap-a-pie_ for active
+service, passed us, probably on the way to the Hauran; and what with
+them, and the camels, and the crowds, our drivers thought it well to
+turn back, instead of going any further--as, I think, was proposed
+to do--in the direction of the traditional site of St. Paul's
+conversion. So, returning through the city by a different route, we
+drove, past the Abana once more, to the heights of Salahiyeh away
+to the north-west. From thence there is a fine view of the "Pearl
+of the East," which lies, as is sometimes said, "like a spoon in
+the salad," the handle being the long straggling suburb which has
+grown up along the line of march by which Mecca pilgrims leave the
+city year by year. The resemblance was less striking to us than it
+would have been a month or two later, when the leafy springtime had
+clothed in green the broad expanse of trees, spreading around the
+minarets and domes and flat-roofed houses of the city. Snow-capped
+Hermon stood out quite clear to the west; and towards the east were
+pointed out the Meadow lakes, in which the "rivers of Damascus"
+lose themselves; and we knew--if we could not clearly see--that,
+beyond the limits of the oasis of which the city is the centre, the
+wide desert stretched away several weary days' ride to Palmyra. The
+site of St. Paul's conversion was pointed out in the distance; and,
+nearer at hand, the new barracks, and in the city itself, the ruins
+of the Great Mosque, once the glory of Damascus, destroyed by fire a
+few years ago.
+
+From some such point as this Mahomet gazed upon this "earthly
+paradise," fair indeed to eyes accustomed to the dreary desert;
+and, declaring that man could not have his heaven both here and
+hereafter, refused to enter the city. By the time we were in our
+hotel once more, it was the hour for lunch; and, that over, a
+party sallied forth on foot to visit the Bazaars. All the Western
+associations of this word must be banished from the mind, before one
+can call up a picture of the thing as it is in Cairo or Jerusalem,
+or, most picturesque of all, in Damascus. The "streets," which Ahab
+won the Israelites the privilege of making in this city, were, I
+suppose, nothing else than bazaars. According to time-honoured
+custom, we have here a classification by trades: silversmiths,
+leather-merchants, silk-merchants, brass-workers, shoemakers,
+sellers of "Turkish delight," and other sweets, vendors of inlaid
+work and so on, all have their well-known places. Lofty arcades
+cover some of the rows of little open shops, with no door but a net,
+drawn across the front during its owner's absence. The shopkeepers
+themselves seem to come out of the "Arabian Nights"; so does
+the stream of passengers on foot or horseback, or with mules or
+donkeys, or even in carriages, passing through these busy scenes of
+traffic. On our way thither, we stopped for a moment to admire the
+"Plane-tree of Omar," the growth, according to tradition, of the
+staff which the prophet's brother planted here. It is a grand old
+tree.
+
+Our dragoman undertook to do our shopping for us, but the sad
+experience we gained suggested (to say the least of it) that in such
+cases there is an understanding between him and the dealers not
+always to the advantage of the buyer.
+
+As to the Eastern method of trade, it is, more or less, the same
+everywhere, with few exceptions. You ask the price of the article;
+the shopman names a figure at least twice its value; you turn away,
+but, relenting, offer him a fraction of what he asks; he shrugs his
+shoulders, raises his eyebrows, and probably extends his hands,
+intimating that he would be ruined; you turn away again; he follows
+you; you express utter indifference, but, at length, repeat your
+offer, and, when this haggling has gone on long enough, carry off
+your purchase for the nearest approach you can get to its real
+value. I have heard of a bargain going on for a week! What between
+ignorance of the language, ignorance of the coinage, and ignorance
+of the value of the article, shopping in Damascus is venturesome
+work for travellers. With such purchases as we had secured, we
+wended our way homeward.
+
+Some of our party invited friends engaged in missionary work
+in the city to dine with us, and from them we gathered many
+interesting scraps of information about the life and work of British
+missionaries under the Turkish flag. As to political events, even in
+their immediate neighbourhood, our friends told us they knew less
+than folks at home, and had to wait for the London papers to know
+the facts. As regarded personal danger, they went quietly on with
+their work, and the recent storm seemed to have pretty well blown
+over.
+
+After dinner the entrance-hall was full of merchants, eager to
+dispose of their wares--silver and silk, antiques, such as daggers
+and swords, and so on. I think they drove a pretty brisk trade.
+
+[Illustration: INTERIOR OF THE ENGLISH CONSUL'S HOUSE AT DAMASCUS.
+
+(_Photo: Bonfils._)]
+
+The open court soon presented another attraction. We were favoured
+there with two exhibitions of Damascene physical prowess. A pair of
+wrestlers, after baring themselves to the waist and greasing their
+bodies plentifully enough to suit Homer himself, displayed their
+skill to their own satisfaction; and a pair of doughty swordsmen
+engaged in a desperate combat, in which shouting and stamping seemed
+to bear an important part. They were certainly very careful not to
+hurt each other, only delivering in turn careful blows to be parried
+by the opponent's little shield, and then spinning round with the
+force of the blow to begin a new series of feints and shoutings and
+stamping. It was not a thrilling spectacle, though, of course, the
+surroundings gave it a certain interest. So our day in Damascus drew
+to its close, and we must be ready for an early start to-morrow.
+
+A glorious morning saw us betimes at the railway station, where some
+of our friends from home came to see us off. About nine the train
+steamed away; up the valley, over the mountains, into the clouds and
+the snow, till the blue waves of the Mediterranean came in sight
+once more; then down, down, down the steep descent, till we ran just
+ere nightfall into Beirut.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: GREAT ANNIVERSARIES]
+
+GREAT ANNIVERSARIESS
+
+_IN JANUARY._
+
+By the Rev. A. R. Buckland, M.A., Morning Preacher at the Foundling
+Hospital.
+
+
+The month of January brings around one anniversary which, of late,
+has been much in the minds of the British people. On January 26th,
+1885, General Gordon was slain at Khartoum. Born at Woolwich in
+1833, he had seen an extraordinary variety of service when he was
+sent to withdraw the garrisons shut up in the Soudan. It is needless
+to recall the circumstances of his gallant resistance in Khartoum,
+and of the noble valour shown in the unsuccessful endeavour to
+relieve him. The annals of the Empire can present to us men whose
+careers have been no less varied than that of Gordon, and soldiers
+whose piety has been as deep. Yet few of them have ever touched the
+public imagination as did the man who faced his death at Khartoum
+fourteen years ago.
+
+[Illustration: FOX'S MONUMENT IN THE ABBEY.
+
+(_Photo: York and Son, Notting Hill, W._)]
+
+The anniversaries of December brought together two rival statesmen
+of the first rank; so do the anniversaries of this present month.
+On January 24th, 1749, Charles James Fox was born. On January 23rd,
+1806, his rival, William Pitt, died. They passed away within a few
+months of each other, and lie together in Westminster Abbey, hard by
+the scene of their many struggles.
+
+[Illustration: WILLIAM CHILLINGWORTH.]
+
+To the month of January belongs Francis Bacon, who was born on the
+22nd. Posterity finds it an unpleasant task to join in the same
+thoughts the man who deserted his friends in the hour of their
+need, and used the highest office for the base ends of personal and
+financial aggrandisement, and the man who wrote the "Advancement of
+Learning" and the "Novum Organum." But Francis Bacon is not the only
+person whose practice has not always squared with the principles he
+taught to others. He died at Highgate in 1626.
+
+To the same month belongs another philosopher, George Berkeley,
+Bishop of Cloyne. Born in 1685, he is remembered mainly for the
+system of philosophy associated with his name, which treats the
+exterior material world as existing only in the mind. Few now
+think of him as one of the first to feel deeply interested in the
+spiritual necessities of the heathen. He was the originator of a
+project for converting the savages of America through the agency of
+a college to be established at Bermuda.
+
+"The Bible only is the religion of Protestants." The author of
+this oft-quoted and often misinterpreted saying was William
+Chillingworth, who died on January 30th, 1644. The sentence comes
+from his chief work, "The Religion of Protestants a Safe Way to
+Salvation." Chillingworth, who was born in 1602, and educated at
+Oxford, fell under the influence of Fisher, Laud's great opponent in
+the controversy with Rome, and was received into the Roman Church.
+But his mind was soon unsettled again, and Laud, his godfather,
+brought him back once more to the Church of England. He returned
+to Oxford, and gave himself to the defence of Protestantism.
+Chillingworth was a devoted Royalist, and saw service on the King's
+side in the Civil War. He died at Chichester, and was buried in the
+cathedral.
+
+A contemporary of Chillingworth, born on January 25th, 1627,
+deserves also to be remembered in this place. Robert Boyle was
+the son of the great Earl of Cork, a conspicuous figure in the
+Stuart times. Educated at Eton, he settled down at Stalbridge in
+Dorsetshire to the study of natural philosophy. He found a place
+amongst the chief men of science of his day, and became one of
+the originators of the Royal Society. His foundation of the Boyle
+Lectures "for proving the Christian religion against Atheists,
+Deists, Pagans, Jews, and Mohammedans," was a witness, no doubt, to
+the mental struggles through which he himself had passed. He was,
+however, an active layman, full of good works, and one of the early
+friends of foreign missions. Boyle died in 1691, and was buried in
+Westminster Abbey.
+
+[Illustration: SIR SIDNEY WATERLOW.
+
+(_Photo: Walery, Ltd., Regent Street, W._)]
+
+On the thirteenth of the month, in the year 1838, died Lord
+Chancellor Eldon. He was one of a family of sixteen, the son of
+a Newcastle coal-fitter. He also might have been a coal-fitter,
+but his elder brother was at Oxford, on the way to becoming Lord
+Stowell. To him John Scott was sent, and the younger son, like the
+elder, used his Oxford chances well. He made a runaway marriage,
+and at one time seemed likely to take holy orders; but, helped by
+their parents, the young couple came to London. John Scott, after
+some waiting, made his mark in the Court of Chancery, and then went
+steadily on to the Woolsack. In politics, an unbending Tory, he
+distrusted all reform. But he was a good lawyer, though harassed by
+a capacity for doubting and the love of an "if."
+
+[Illustration: DR. JAMES WAKLEY.
+
+(_Photo: Barraud, Oxford Street, W._)]
+
+To the month of January belongs the establishment of the Hospital
+Sunday Fund. From the year 1869 to the year 1872 the late Dr. James
+Wakley, editor of the _Lancet_, urged the establishment of such a
+fund; but it was not until January 16th, 1873, that the meeting
+which gave birth to the movement was held in the Mansion House. Sir
+Sidney Waterlow was Lord Mayor that year, and he became the first
+treasurer and president of the fund.
+
+There are several anniversaries in the month of January which have a
+peculiar interest for the supporters of foreign missions. On January
+16th, 1736, the Rev. John Wesley was appointed by the Society for
+the Propagation of the Gospel a missionary for Georgia. On January
+9th, 1752, the Rev. T. Thompson, the first missionary sent to West
+Africa, landed at Fort Gambia. On January 1st, 1861, the heroic
+Bishop C. F. Mackenzie was consecrated in the cathedral at Capetown,
+the first bishop for Central Africa. There is no more pathetic story
+in the history of foreign missions than the account of his short
+episcopate. He was the first bishop consecrated in the Colonies for
+a region outside the limits of the British Empire.
+
+[Illustration: BISHOP MACKENZIE.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: PLEDGED]
+
+PLEDGED
+
+By Katharine Tynan, Author of "A Daughter of Erin," Etc.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+MOTHER AND SON.
+
+
+"I have bad news for you, Anthony," said Lady Jane Trevithick, when
+the butler had at last closed the door behind him, and mother and
+son were left together.
+
+"Not very bad, I trust, mother?"
+
+"It is about your poor Uncle Wilton. I did not bother you with it
+till you had had your dinner. He is ill."
+
+"Ill? What's the matter with him?"
+
+"A very serious collapse, I'm afraid. The last letter said he was
+unconscious. You'll have to go to him, Anthony, I suppose."
+
+"His state is not dangerous? Surely not, or you would not have
+delayed about telling me?"
+
+"There is no immediate fear," said Lady Jane coldly. "I have only
+known of his illness a few days. If you had not been coming, I
+should have wired to you, of course. But since you were coming, I
+didn't see the use of it. The doctor said that everything was being
+done."
+
+"Poor old Uncle Wilton. He is alone and ill, then?"
+
+"He is always alone, so I do not see that that fact adds anything to
+his being ill."
+
+"Of course, I must go to him. I didn't want to, though. Not just
+now."
+
+He looked up at his mother's handsome face, almost as though he
+longed to find some tenderness in it; but there was none. Lady Jane,
+a superb figure in her brocade and diamonds, was calmly waving her
+fan to and fro, as if no such things as illness or loneliness or
+death existed in the world.
+
+"You won't rush away, headlong? You can spare a day or two to
+me--and to Kitty?" She smiled frostily. "Kitty has been looking
+forward to your coming, Anthony."
+
+"It is very good of Lady Kitty," he said, contracting his eyebrows
+in a frown. "She is still with you, then?"
+
+"She is good enough to brighten up my loneliness, dear child. I
+don't know what I should do without Kitty."
+
+"You seem to get on well together."
+
+Again his fingers drummed impatiently.
+
+"She is a dear child to me," said Lady Jane, her face becoming
+almost warm. "I wish she had been my daughter, really."
+
+"You would rather have her than your son, mother?"
+
+"You have never given me any trouble, Anthony, but you are more your
+father's child than mine."
+
+"Some women would have loved me all the more," said the boy, again
+frowning heavily.
+
+He took a cigar and lit it. Then he said, with apparent
+carelessness--
+
+"It was good of Lady Kitty to go out to-night. I suppose she thought
+we would have things to talk about after nearly six months of
+absence."
+
+"Oh, dear, no," said the mother. "It was an old engagement, that was
+all. Kitty knows I'm not sentimental."
+
+"Except where she is concerned."
+
+"I shall think you are jealous, Anthony," and as she spoke the
+half-softened expression momentarily lit her face.
+
+"Of whom, mother?"
+
+"Not of your mother, Anthony."
+
+The young man again made an impatient movement.
+
+"You are not interested in my six months of absence."
+
+"Among savages, my poor Anthony."
+
+"They are not the least bit in the world savages, mother. They are
+very charming people."
+
+"I daresay, but who are _they_?"
+
+"Mr. Graydon--and his family."
+
+"Oh, I didn't know he had a family. Of course, he was married
+before he sold out. He married beneath him. It was something rather
+disgraceful, I think. Afterwards--he went under."
+
+"I am sure he did nothing disgraceful, mother. He would be no more
+capable of it than--my father. Besides, I have seen Mrs. Graydon's
+picture; it hangs over his study mantelpiece. She was a lovely young
+woman, and very distinctly a lady."
+
+Lady Jane yawned.
+
+"Indeed! I am not interested in Mr. Graydon's family affairs. I know
+he married beneath him."
+
+"Mother, why do you detest Graydon so much?"
+
+At the point-blank question a dark flush rose to Lady Jane's cheek.
+
+"I am not aware that I detest him. You are like your father, always
+making absurd friendships, and jumping to absurd conclusions."
+
+"I am glad to be like my father."
+
+She said nothing, and he went on, "Yes, of course, I must go to
+uncle at once. If I go to Liverpool to-morrow night, I should get a
+boat on Thursday. Yet I did not want to go now."
+
+His mother glanced over her shoulder at him. There was an expectancy
+in her face which brightened and softened it.
+
+"No, surely. Why, you haven't yet even seen Kitty. She will be vexed
+that she was out."
+
+"I wasn't thinking of Lady Kitty."
+
+"Oh!" and her face stiffened again. "I don't profess to understand
+the young men of the present generation."
+
+"Mother," said the young man--and he blushed like a girl--"tell me
+plainly: how much truth is there in what you are always suggesting,
+that Lady Kitty's affections are involved where I am concerned?"
+
+"What do you mean, Anthony? It is a question you should ask Kitty
+yourself. You are not afraid of the answer, surely?"
+
+"I hope she cares nothing for me."
+
+"You _hope_!" cried Lady Jane incredulously.
+
+"Yes," said her son doggedly. "It is a disgustingly foppish thing
+for a man to have to say; but I hope it----"
+
+"Are you mad, Anthony?"
+
+"Not that I know, mother. You have always suggested a marriage
+between us, and have behaved as if there were some such
+understanding, but it has been entirely your doing. I was a young
+idiot not to have put my foot on it long ago, but worse than that I
+have not been."
+
+"You will not dare to play with Kitty."
+
+His mother had stood up and faced him, and her eyes blazed at him.
+
+"I play with no lady," said her son, meeting her glance steadily. "I
+have fetched and carried for Kitty, because she was always here, and
+a woman--and young and pretty perhaps; I have never said a word of
+love to her."
+
+"You have allowed it to be understood; and if you play her false
+now, you will kill her. You know how delicate she is. She is dearer
+to me than you are, ten thousand times over."
+
+The young man bowed stiffly.
+
+"I daresay, but that is no reason why you should persuade me that
+your will is, or has been, or ever will be, mine."
+
+"Kitty's money would make you very rich."
+
+"That would be the last reason, mother."
+
+"If you brought me Kitty for a daughter, I should love you."
+
+"I have grown used to doing without your love."
+
+Her eyes blazed at him again.
+
+"There is someone else, I suppose?"
+
+"There is someone else," he repeated after her.
+
+"Not someone you have met over there?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I thought ill would come of it; but you cared no more for my wishes
+than your father before you. Who is it?"
+
+"I am sorry you are so bitter, mother. It is Mr. Graydon's daughter."
+
+"Archibald Graydon's daughter!"
+
+She put her hand to her throat with an hysterical gesture which he
+had never before observed in her. Her face was livid with anger, and
+for a moment its expression shocked him.
+
+"You are going to jilt my Kitty for that man's daughter!" she cried,
+when she had recovered her power of speech.
+
+"There is no question of jilting Lady Kitty," he answered steadily.
+"But I am certainly going to marry Mr. Graydon's daughter, Pamela."
+
+"Some wild savage."
+
+"A beautiful and gentle girl."
+
+"You will be beggars together."
+
+"Not necessarily. We shall not be very rich, but that is another
+thing."
+
+Lady Jane turned from him, and gazed at the fire. For several
+minutes there was silence between them. Then she spoke again without
+looking at him.
+
+"You will go your own way, I suppose--only give me time to soften
+the blow it will be to Kitty."
+
+He would have spoken, but she lifted her hand with an imperious
+gesture, and went on--
+
+"Kitty loves you. Why she should I do not know, but, most
+unfortunately, it is true. I shall never speak of it again after
+this. Give me time, I beg you."
+
+There was something imploring in her gesture.
+
+"You can have plenty of time," he said. "But even yet I cannot
+believe she loves me. A woman's love is not given on such slight
+grounds. Why, I have never pressed her hand even."
+
+"You know nothing about it. Would it have made any difference to you
+if you had believed she loved you?"
+
+[Illustration: "=You will not dare to play with Kitty.="--_p. 203._]
+
+"None. I love once and for ever."
+
+"If I believed that to be true, I should be sorry for you."
+
+"It is true, mother."
+
+She waved him off contemptuously.
+
+"It is true of a few people in this world, but you are not one of
+them."
+
+"Mere assertion is nothing."
+
+"Are you engaged to this--this young woman?" She brought the words
+out with a jerk.
+
+"In honour, yes; formally, no."
+
+"Ah, then you will go away, and I shall have my own time for telling
+Kitty."
+
+"Yes, if you wish for it."
+
+"You will not engage yourself to the girl till Kitty knows?"
+
+"You are exacting, mother. I have to think of Miss Graydon too."
+
+"You can think of her all your life. It is my Kitty that is to be
+deserted and betrayed. You don't know what you are doing."
+
+"Mother, it is some mania of yours. Desertion and betrayal are
+strong words."
+
+"Let them pass. Technically, I suppose you are free from reproach."
+
+He made a weary gesture, and let her speech pass without answer.
+
+Suddenly the silence of the room was broken by the _frou-frou_ of a
+silk dress in the corridor outside.
+
+"Ah, here is my Kitty," said Lady Jane. "Are you cold, my darling?
+and was your party pleasant? Come to the fire."
+
+A young lady, slight and brilliantly fair, had entered the room
+languidly.
+
+"So you have come, Anthony," she said, extending a white hand to
+him. "I hope you had a pleasant journey."
+
+He helped her to take off her cloak, and she seated herself, as if
+by right, in the most comfortable chair in the room. The fire leaped
+and sparkled in the grate and brought millions of rays from the
+diamonds in her hair and on her neck.
+
+"How cosy you are here!" she said. "It was a horrid party--so dull!
+That is why I came home early."
+
+"You would like some tea?" said Lady Jane.
+
+"Yes, please. Oh, thank you," as Anthony rang the bell. "It is
+pleasant to see you home again."
+
+[Illustration: =Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.=--_p.
+206._]
+
+"He is leaving us very soon," said Lady Jane, and her tones were
+again cold and measured. "He feels it his duty to go to nurse his
+Uncle Wilton."
+
+"Why?" said the young woman, lifting her eyebrows. "Is there no one
+at Washington to look after him? Or is the lot of a diplomat so
+friendless?"
+
+Anthony frowned at her tone.
+
+"He is very ill, and he is my father's only brother. My place is
+with him."
+
+"You are a self-sacrificing young man. First, you bury yourself
+among Irish savages; now, at a moment's notice, you are off to nurse
+the sick. I should think a valet would do quite as well."
+
+"Here is your tea, Lady Kitty," the young man said coldly.
+
+"By the way, I sat beside such a pleasant old man at dinner, Sir
+Rodney Durant. He asked me about you, and I told him of your exile.
+I ought to apologise for calling your hosts savages, by the way,
+for he told me a most interesting story about your tutor--Graydon,
+isn't it? It seems old Lord Downside cut him off with an angry penny
+because he married some friendless little beauty. Scandal said the
+old lord himself had pretensions. And then, to spite his heir, he
+married his cook or someone, and has a wretchedly delicate little
+boy of thirteen or thereabouts. Why didn't you tell me, Auntie
+Janie, or did you not know?"
+
+"I never take notice of gossip, Kitty."
+
+"But is it gossip? You ought to know, for your husband and this man
+were friends. To hear Sir Rodney, the man Graydon was a sort of hero
+of romance."
+
+"An old man's stories, my dear."
+
+But Sir Anthony's face had brightened.
+
+"Graydon is a splendid fellow," he said. "I am sure he is all
+Sir Rodney said." And his smile at Lady Kitty was now full of
+friendliness.
+
+"Well, I'm sure it's nice to hear of such people nowadays," said
+Lady Kitty, yawning, "I thought they only existed in books. But
+such an interesting story, Auntie Janie! If you knew of it, why
+didn't you tell me, instead of treating the man as a kind of bucolic
+savage?"
+
+Lady Jane stooped and kissed her tenderly.
+
+"Go to bed, my darling," she said; "and don't sit up romancing. You
+must have your beauty-sleep, you know."
+
+"Bother my beauty-sleep!" said the young lady irreverently.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+THE GREAT EVENT.
+
+
+The Vandaleur function was over, and for a long time to come the
+young women of that part must feel a certain flatness in their days,
+as one does when an event eagerly expected is over and done with.
+
+For the sisters the function had been a series of triumphs, to all
+appearance. They had been, as Miss Spencer put it, "dressed as
+befitted their position." They had not had, after all, to call in
+Mrs. Cullen's Nancy, for on the Christmas Eve a delightful box had
+come for each of the _debutantes_, with Miss Spencer's love.
+
+Pamela's contained a rather short-waisted frock of lilac silk, with
+a fichu of chiffon tied softly round the shoulders.
+
+Sylvia's gown, made somewhat similarly, was of white satin, and her
+innocent face and golden head rose out of it a vision of loveliness.
+
+It would be hard indeed to say which was the most beautiful girl
+that night; but Sylvia held her little court, or rather augmented it
+during the evening, while Pamela's, somehow, seemed to melt and fall
+away.
+
+Miss Spencer found a comfortable seat for herself in one of the long
+galleries after dinner, and remained there, while one or another of
+her old cronies and admirers came up to talk with her.
+
+She was almost as great a success in her way as Sylvia, of
+whom she caught glimpses now and again, waving her immense fan
+where she stood in the centre of the gallery, and playing with
+the conversation about her much as one plays at battledore and
+shuttlecock.
+
+"The child will do," said Miss Spencer to herself, when Sir John
+Beaumont, an old admirer of hers, had gone to fetch her some
+refreshment. "Wonderful how she makes all those men look so
+delighted with her and themselves! It reminds me of a girl who could
+do that. Who was it? And what happened afterwards?... Ah! Pamela,"
+she said, speaking aloud, "so you have come to see what I am doing."
+
+"To stay with you awhile, Miss Spencer," said Pamela, creeping into
+the shadowy corner beside her.
+
+"And where are all the beaux, my dear? It is not as if your heart
+was elsewhere."
+
+Pamela smiled a wan little smile.
+
+"I'm tired, Miss Spencer. I can't keep it up like Sylvia."
+
+"Hoity-toity, _tired_! No, you can't be tired. It will be years
+before there is another event like this. Let me call Mr. Wandesforde
+over there to take you to hear this Dublin singer, Madame Squallini,
+or whatever the woman's name is. All the people have gone trooping
+off to the music-room to hear her."
+
+"Please don't, dear Miss Spencer, I would so much rather sit here by
+you. I have heard a great many fine singers already."
+
+"Why, what's come to you, Pam? You used to be as full of fun as
+Sylvia. Now you are like a girl whose lover has gone away--I know
+how such a one would feel--and has never come back to her."
+
+Sir John Beaumont returned at this moment.
+
+"I don't know whether your father or your sister is in the greatest
+demand, Miss Graydon," he said. "I heard peals of laughter as
+I passed the sitting-room, and, looking in, I saw your father
+delighting them. He's a charming fellow, upon my word. He's wasted
+on rusticity."
+
+"Indeed, Sir John, I suppose the rustics ought all to be plain and
+stupid," said Miss Spencer.
+
+"Ah, my dear lady," murmured the old gentleman, "that would be to do
+without you."
+
+"Oh, I daresay; you always had a pretty speech ready. And what about
+Pam here?"
+
+"Miss Pamela belongs to the country, as lilies and roses do."
+
+"She likes to bloom in the shade," said Miss Spencer, a bit
+irritably. "What do you think of a girl who prefers to sit in the
+corner rather than hold a court as her younger sister is doing?"
+
+"It's cruel to the young fellows, Miss Pamela--that's what it is."
+
+"It isn't as if she were an engaged girl."
+
+"Ah! that would be rough on the young fellows, before they had more
+than a chance of seeing her."
+
+Pamela listened to this brisk interchange between her elders with a
+faint smile. She certainly looked tired, and as the evening went on
+she held her quiet place by Miss Spencer, who was very animated, and
+talked enough to cover her silence.
+
+Once she had realised that Pamela was really tired and wanted to sit
+still, her kindness of heart was aroused. She even waved off the
+swains who came at intervals to coax Pamela out of her corner.
+
+At last the evening, which Pamela had felt endless, was really
+drawing to an end.
+
+"You poor dears," said Sylvia, standing over them, and still waving
+her great fan, "I'm afraid I've been keeping you out of your beds an
+unconscionable time."
+
+"Hear her!" cried Miss Spencer. "You'd think we were her
+grandmothers."
+
+"Only Pam," said Sylvia. "I've been watching you. You didn't seem to
+find it dull."
+
+Miss Spencer laughed, well pleased.
+
+"I'm afraid we're much of a muchness," she said; "but your sister
+here, I'm disappointed in her. I think she has a headache, poor
+child. It isn't as if she had a lover now."
+
+Pamela did not answer, but walked meekly by Miss Spencer's side,
+with Sir John Beaumont murmuring his old-world compliments in her
+ear.
+
+Sylvia went on before, surrounded by a phalanx of black coats, which
+escorted her to Miss Spencer's carriage.
+
+Pam listened to all the gay good-nights with a throbbing head and an
+extreme flatness and dulness of spirit.
+
+"Graydon'll be up all night," said Miss Spencer as they rolled away.
+"He enjoyed himself immensely and added to the enjoyment of others.
+Your father's well-fitted to shine in society, girls. 'Tis a pity,
+as Beaumont says, he should be shut up here."
+
+"Didn't he propose Mr. Vandaleur's health beautifully after dinner?"
+said Sylvia. "I sat where I could see him, and all the time he had a
+twinkle in his eye."
+
+"He ought to be in Parliament himself," said Miss Spencer
+emphatically. "Vandaleur isn't worth a rush."
+
+"But what was the matter with Pam?" asked Sylvia. "Why, Pam's
+asleep!"
+
+[Illustration: =Her kindness of heart was aroused.=]
+
+"Never mind your sister, minx, but tell me about your conquests.
+Which of them did you like best?"
+
+"Let me see," said Sylvia. "There was Captain Vavasour--from the
+barracks. He asked leave to call."
+
+"Did he, indeed, and what did you say?"
+
+"I told him yes, if he'd chance finding me unemployed. I'd so much
+to do feeding the fowls, and washing the dogs, and keeping the pony
+clean, let alone my household duties."
+
+"Why, you've none, except eating the jam--and that's a pleasure.
+What did he say?"
+
+"He said he'd be enchanted to help me at any of these occupations."
+
+"That was nice of him. What about the other lad from the barracks?"
+
+"Mr. Baker? Oh, I like him. He's game for anything. He's coming
+ratting with Pat one day. He has an English terrier, but I told him
+he wouldn't be a patch on Pat."
+
+"You talked of ratting in that frock?"
+
+"Yes, he was delighted. He confessed it was a passion with him."
+
+"I saw you talking to the Master. He's a fine-looking fellow, but
+not a patch on Tom Charteris."
+
+[Illustration: "Wake up, sleepy-head!"]
+
+"He asked me why I didn't hunt. I said I often thought of doing it
+on Neddy, only he was a buck-jumper. He said that wouldn't matter,
+except that all the world would be riding to hounds on donkeys
+presently and taking the ditches backward. He, too, is coming to
+call. They're all coming to call. I should like to see Bridget's
+face when she's expected to provide afternoon tea. If they keep
+ringing at the door, she won't pretend not to hear them; she has
+the excuse that the bell's broken. Then they'll have to go away in
+tears. I told that young St. Quintin, the Eton boy, so. He said,
+after he'd done crying, he'd come in by the window. I really believe
+he would. He's so cheeky."
+
+"But you don't tell me which you liked best. I daresay they all
+thought you no end of a minx."
+
+"Let me see," said Sylvia, with a dispassionate air. "Why, Lord
+Glengall, of course."
+
+"Glengall! with his hatchet face and his forty odd years!"
+
+"I think he has a dear face; his eyes are just like Pat's."
+
+"I wouldn't think of Glengall--that is, if I were free."
+
+"Ah, you see, I don't care seriously for boys. I like them well
+enough to talk to; but Glengall one can take seriously."
+
+"He didn't join your court, though."
+
+"No, he wouldn't. I actually went up to have a little chat with him,
+and he said, as if I were four years old: 'Now you must go and talk
+to the boys, Miss Sylvia. I don't want a dozen duels on my hands.'"
+
+"I daresay he thought you a forward minx."
+
+"I don't think he would. Only he would take some persuading to
+believe that I really preferred talking to him. He stood in a corner
+then, and watched Pam out of his nice, kind, faithful eyes."
+
+"He wouldn't have any nonsense in his head about Pam? You don't mean
+that?"
+
+"Oh, I don't think he's in love with Pam. He'd look just the same at
+me if he thought I was tired or melancholy. I think I'll try it."
+
+"Let him alone, minx. But here we are," as the carriage stopped.
+"Wake up, sleepy-head!"--to Pam--"you can get to bed as fast as you
+like now."
+
+But even when Pam was in bed, Sylvia still paced up and down, waving
+her big fan.
+
+"I'm too excited to sleep, you old dunderhead," she said. "I wish it
+was all to come over again."
+
+"You will be tired in the morning, Sylvia."
+
+"No, I shan't; I shall be as fresh as possible. I shall dream it all
+over again. There, wait till I've brushed my hair, and I'll let you
+go to sleep. Not that I can understand your wanting to sleep; you
+were just as keen about this as I was."
+
+"Yes," said Pam, languidly.
+
+"I'm downright disappointed in you. Don't you know I'd have enjoyed
+it all twice as much if you were enjoying it too? I'm glad papa was
+there; the glances of enjoyment he sent me from the high table were
+exhilarating. Wasn't it nice the way all those little round tables
+were set out? And didn't Vandaleur junior do his duty well as a
+host? By the way, wasn't it low of Trevithick not to come back after
+all?"
+
+"I daresay there was some good reason."
+
+"Then he ought to have said there was. It is very uncivil to papa,
+too, not to return on the date arranged, and not to write."
+
+"He couldn't mean to be uncivil," said Pamela, faintly.
+
+"I'll tell you what. If I hadn't eaten those old sweets he sent me
+at Christmas I'd fire them back at his head: wouldn't you his old
+violets if they weren't dead and gone?"
+
+Pamela touched in her dark corner a little basket of withered
+violets, which, for reasons best known to herself, she had taken to
+bed with her.
+
+"You are too impulsive, Sylvia," she said, stung out of her silence.
+"Why should Sir Anthony be uncivil or unkind? I know he meant to
+return to-night."
+
+"So I heard him say," said Sylvia, cynically; "but I never mind
+those boys, Pam; they've no ballast."
+
+"Oh, Sylvia! I'm sure Sir Anthony has plenty of ballast. There must
+be some explanation, and when we have heard it you'll be ashamed of
+your rash judgment."
+
+"Not I, for if it isn't true of him, it's true of most youths of his
+age. Do you think his mother's at the bottom of it, Pam?"
+
+"How should I know, Sylvia? What makes you think of her?"
+
+"Well, from something he let fall one day, I guessed that she didn't
+want him to come here. Then he showed me her photograph in his
+album. She looked chock-full of pride and insolence. I believe a
+woman who looked like that would do anything."
+
+"I should think Sir Anthony would know his own mind in the matter."
+
+"I daresay, but she may have been up to some mischief. And talking
+of mothers makes me think of Glengall."
+
+"Why should it, Sylvia?"
+
+"Well, there was that old mother of his. Think of his hard years,
+poor dear! No prosperity would wipe out the traces. He is as
+anxious-looking as Pat, and Pat is the very image of Micky Morrissy,
+who is always six months in arrear with his rent, and expects a
+notice of eviction any day. I say, Pam"--suddenly--"would you marry
+Glengall?"
+
+"Sylvia!"
+
+"Would you? I know he's nearly as old as dad, and all that--but
+would you?"
+
+"No, Sylvia."
+
+"Well, then, I would. But he likes you better than me."
+
+"He likes us both as his friend's little girls."
+
+"I know; he'd never think of us in any other light. Still, if he
+liked me best, I'd make him think."
+
+"How, Sylvia?"
+
+"Why, I'd just ask him to marry me."
+
+"He'd think you wanted the gold."
+
+"That he wouldn't. It shows how little you know of him."
+
+"Well, then, other people would."
+
+"We shouldn't care about that."
+
+"We? Who?"
+
+"Glengall and I."
+
+"Sylvia, you're talking as if you were really in earnest."
+
+"So I am, but he likes you better than me. You ought to marry him,
+Pam."
+
+But, to Sylvia's dismay, Pamela suddenly burst into tears.
+
+"I shall never marry anyone," she cried amid her sobs.
+
+"You poor dear old duffer, I was advising you for your good. But
+you're tired out. There, go asleep. I shan't take you to any more
+functions."
+
+And Sylvia blew out the candle and jumped into bed. But Pamela, with
+the withered violets close to her, cried herself to sleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+"THE WORLD IS SO CRUEL."
+
+
+"There's a horse-fair at Kilmacredden on Saturday," said Lord
+Glengall. "I was thinking you might find time to come along with me
+and see what's to be picked up."
+
+"It isn't time I'd be wanting," said Mr. Graydon, "and you know it
+isn't inclination."
+
+"Very well, then, you'll come. We'll have to make an early start and
+give the mare her time over the mountain. Will four o'clock do?"
+
+"For me, yes. Will you get up on Saturday morning and see that
+there's a cup of tea ready for me by four o'clock?"
+
+This to Sylvia, who was demurely making tea at a side-table.
+
+"You know I will. Next to being up all night I like to get up before
+daybreak."
+
+Lord Glengall broke into a slow smile as he turned to look at the
+speaker. He sat astride a small chair, with his chin resting on the
+back. He still wore the frieze coat which he had on when he entered;
+and with his clean-shaven, melancholy face and deep-set eyes, he
+looked like nothing so much as a hard-pressed mountain farmer,
+just as Sylvia had described him. Yet the smile was one of great
+sweetness, and the mingled simplicity and shrewdness of the face
+were far from being unattractive.
+
+[Illustration: Lady Jane looked a little flurried.]
+
+"'Tis well for you, Graydon," he said, "to have little girls to do
+the like for you."
+
+"You must marry, Glengall, and be properly taken care of," said Mr.
+Graydon.
+
+"I'm past marrying," said Lord Glengall; "I leave that to the girls
+and boys."
+
+"They'd make foolish marriages," said Sylvia, "if they were left to
+themselves."
+
+Lord Glengall smiled more broadly.
+
+"'Tis a prudent little woman you're owning, Graydon," he said. "You
+should turn match-maker, Miss Sylvia."
+
+"For you, Lord Glengall?"
+
+"I'll go bail you'd find no one to have me, Miss Sylvia."
+
+"If I do will you entertain the proposal, Lord Glengall?"
+
+"Provided she's not too old and will marry me for myself."
+
+"I think I can find her for you, Lord Glengall."
+
+"Come, Sylvia, give Glengall his tea, and don't be talking
+nonsense," said Mr. Graydon, laughing.
+
+"Here it is for you, Lord Glengall, just as you like it--hot, strong
+and sweet."
+
+"Thank you, Miss Sylvia; it's as good as ever I made for myself in
+the Bush."
+
+The two men fell to talking of business matters, while Sylvia
+manipulated the teacups. Now and again she looked towards the door.
+Mary was finishing her letter to Mick in the chilly room upstairs,
+and Pamela had taken the dogs for a walk.
+
+"If they don't come soon," muttered Sylvia over her teacup, "this
+tea won't be fit to drink, and Bridget's in no humour to make more."
+
+A rat-tat at the hall-door knocker interrupted her meditations.
+
+"Some of those young fellows from the barracks, Sylvia," suggested
+her father.
+
+"It can't be," said Sylvia. "Mr. Baker was here yesterday, and Mr.
+De Quincy on Tuesday, and Captain Vavasour's coming to-morrow."
+
+"Lady Jane Trevithick," announced Bridget, flinging the door open.
+
+"Oh, dear!" muttered Sylvia; "and it's one of Bridget's bad days
+when she won't wear an apron. Now, where has the woman dropped from?"
+
+Lady Jane swept across the room magnificent in purple and sables.
+
+"How do you do?" said Mr. Graydon, going to meet her. "This _is_ a
+pleasure. My daughter, Lady Jane. My friend, Glengall. No, don't sit
+there. There's a dog in that chair."
+
+For a self-possessed woman Lady Jane looked a little flurried.
+Without meeting her host's gaze, she took the chair he handed her,
+and turned it so that she sat with her back to the light. She bowed
+in answer to his introductions, and, having seated herself, spoke in
+a voice which she tried hard to keep under control.
+
+"I find myself unexpectedly almost a neighbour of yours, Mr.
+Graydon, and I did myself the pleasure of calling."
+
+"You are very good, Lady Jane."
+
+He looked at her with kindly scrutiny. Perhaps he was trying to find
+in the middle-aged face the features of the proud and stately girl
+who had married his dearest friend years ago. If so, the darkness in
+which she sat baffled him.
+
+"I am staying with Mr. Verschoyle," she went on; "I suppose you
+count him a neighbour?"
+
+"Yes, as country neighbours go. I have met him sometimes on the
+Bench. I was not aware you knew him."
+
+Lady Jane did not say that she had disinterred an old and almost
+forgotten invitation in order to lead up to this visit.
+
+"I knew him years ago," she said. "But, by the way, have you heard
+from my boy?"
+
+"Not directly--nothing since your Ladyship's letter."
+
+"That is careless of Anthony! But he is nursing his uncle, you know,
+and I daresay is finding time for a little mild amusement as well."
+
+"Trevithick is no better?"
+
+"No, I am sorry to say. There is no saying when he will be better,
+or if he will ever be really better. My son thinks he ought to stay
+with him, however."
+
+"I am sure he is right," said Mr. Graydon, heartily.
+
+"And this is--Pamela, I suppose?" said Lady Jane, turning her head
+with forced graciousness to Sylvia, who was bringing her her tea.
+
+"No; Pam will be here presently. This is Sylvia, my youngest girl."
+
+"I am very much indebted to you all, Mr. Graydon, for making my son
+so happy. He was grieved not to return to you, I know."
+
+Still her eyes never met those of her host.
+
+Seeing that he was practically ignored in the conversation, Lord
+Glengall got up awkwardly, and with a bow to the visitor, and an
+affectionate nod to Sylvia, took himself off.
+
+"Ugh!" said Lady Jane to herself; "he smells of the stables! And to
+think of Archie Graydon coming down to associate with such bucolics!"
+
+Mary came in a little later and was introduced. Then came Pam. The
+February air had blown a fitful flame into her cheeks, and when
+she entered the drawing-room, not knowing there was a visitor,
+Lady Jane's name blew the flame higher, and then extinguished it
+altogether.
+
+Her father watched her curiously, as she stood looking gravely down
+into Lady Jane's face. The lady, who could be gracious when she
+liked, held Pamela's hand a minute, and there was a caress in her
+voice as she spoke to her.
+
+"I can't feel," she said to Mr. Graydon, "that your girls are
+strangers to me. I have heard such charming things about them from
+my son."
+
+"Well, indeed," said Mr. Graydon, to whom belief in the goodwill
+of all the world came easily, "I should hope that we need not be
+strangers to a Trevithick. I have never forgotten my love for
+Gerald, Lady Jane."
+
+"He was devoted to you," said the widow.
+
+No one could have supposed from Lady Jane's manner that the visit
+was a painful and difficult ordeal to her. Yet, when she was seated
+in her carriage again, and had driven out of sight of Mr. Graydon,
+bowing bare-headed on the doorstep, she drew a sigh of actual
+physical relief.
+
+Mr. Graydon returned to the drawing-room, rubbing his hands together.
+
+"What a charming woman!" he said, coming up to the fire.
+
+"I call her a cat!" said Sylvia, concisely.
+
+"Oh, Sylvia!" cried Mary Graydon and her father simultaneously; but
+Pamela said nothing. Lady Jane, for all her _empressement_, had not
+made Pamela believe in her; indeed, Lady Jane was not sufficiently
+an actress to deceive any but the most simple people. It was new to
+her to play a part--to pretend fondness and friendship where she
+felt arrogant dislike; and, to give her her due, she had played it
+badly.
+
+The day after Mr. Graydon had gone to the horse-fair with Lord
+Glengall, he came out of the study as Pamela was going languidly
+upstairs, and called her in. He put her in a comfortable chair by
+the fire, and then stood leaning on the dusty mantelpiece, and
+regarding her with a wistful and tender gaze.
+
+"Not well, Pam?" he said at last.
+
+"A little out-of-sorts," she answered, dropping her eyes before his
+gaze.
+
+"When did it begin, Pam--this being out-of-sorts? Up to Christmas I
+thought you were blooming like a wild rose."
+
+Pamela made a movement as if to escape.
+
+"One is not always just the same," she said; "and you fancy things,
+dad."
+
+"Glengall noticed it, too. Don't go, child--we haven't finished our
+conversation."
+
+"Lord Glengall is as fatherly to us as you are. He is always
+watching us like a mother-hen over a brood of ducklings."
+
+Pamela spoke with an attempt at her old sparkle, but her face
+retained the cold dulness which had fallen upon it of late, and
+which made the father's heart ache to see it.
+
+"Glengall is a good fellow, Pam," he said, wistfully.
+
+"He's a dear," said Pam, in her listless way.
+
+"A girl might do worse than marry Glengall."
+
+"That's what Sylvia says."
+
+"Sylvia's a wise child. And what do you think, Pam?"
+
+"I?--I haven't thought about it."
+
+"Could you think of it, Pam?"
+
+Pamela looked at him incredulously.
+
+"Poor Glengall would like to marry you, Pam. He's troubled about
+you, poor fellow. He'd like to take you away, and show you all the
+beautiful world, and lavish his wealth upon you. Could you do it,
+Pam?"
+
+To his consternation, Pam put down her head on the study-table, and
+burst into tears.
+
+"There, Pam, there! I didn't mean to distress you, and I know
+Glengall wouldn't for the world. I only told you because I thought
+you ought to know. He has no hope at all himself--and would never
+ask you, I am sure. Only he is so good. I should know a little girl
+of mine was safe with him."
+
+Pam still sobbed, with her face buried in the dusty papers.
+
+"There, there, child!" said her father, "don't think about it any
+more. Poor Glengall! Of course, I know he's too old, and you are
+only a child; and he'd be the first to say the young should marry
+the young."
+
+"I don't want to marry anyone," sobbed Pam. "Why can't I join a
+sisterhood and be at peace?"
+
+Mr. Graydon passed his hand fondly over the rumpled curls.
+
+"You'd hate it, Pam, that's what you would. You'd come back again in
+a week."
+
+"I hate the world!" cried Pam. "The world is so cruel."
+
+"Poor little girl!" said her father wistfully, though he smiled at
+the same time.
+
+"Pam," he said suddenly, "is there--is there anyone else?"
+
+"There isn't," sobbed Pam, "and if there was, I wouldn't tell you."
+
+"I only asked, Pam, because I thought I might be able to help you."
+
+"No one can help me," cried Pam, "except by letting me alone."
+
+"Very well, then," said her father patiently. "I'll let you alone.
+Only dry your eyes, and be comforted. I'm afraid you'll have to wash
+your face, Pam. You've been flooding my old tattered Euripides with
+your tears, and you've carried off half the dust from him. There,
+child, be comforted. I won't say another word about Glengall. He's
+just like myself, poor fellow, only anxious to take care of you.
+Sure, I know you're a child, and ought to have your freedom for
+years yet."
+
+"I wish her mother were here now," said Mr. Graydon, as he closed
+the door behind his daughter.
+
+He looked up at the pure and innocent face of his wife's portrait.
+
+"I wish I had your wisdom, darling," he muttered. "It is so hard for
+a man to deal with little girls. And, ah! what they lost when you
+went to heaven!"
+
+He sat before his study-fire deep in thought. Then he got up and
+paced the room to and fro, with his brows knitted and his hands
+behind his back.
+
+"I'll do it," he said, half-aloud, at last. "I expect money
+difficulties would really stand in the way. I know Trevithick died
+poor, and Lady Jane had little of her own. The lad _must_ love her
+if she loves him. And it will smooth the way. At worst I shall only
+suffer a rebuff. I can bear it for the sake of Mary's children. And
+poor Molly too! Why need she spend her girlhood fretting for her
+lover when a little money would make things straight?"
+
+He sat down and his face cleared. Again he looked up at the
+benignant eyes of the portrait.
+
+"I am doing the best I can for them, Mary," he said, speaking aloud
+as if to a living person.
+
+That evening he announced his intention of taking a run to London
+during the following week. Such an unusual thing in their quiet life
+provoked an outcry of surprise from his daughters.
+
+"I may be an old fossil," he said, "but I'm not a limpet attached
+to a rock. Perhaps I'm tired of you all. Perhaps I'm starved
+for a walk down Piccadilly, or a visit to a good concert hall.
+Perhaps--perhaps."
+
+But he gave them no explanation after all of his reason for going.
+
+One event crowded upon another. The next morning, at breakfast,
+Mr. Graydon drew out a large, boldly addressed envelope from the
+post-bag.
+
+"Now, who can this be from?" he said, putting it down and looking at
+it curiously. "'London, W.' Now, who'd be writing to me?"
+
+"Better open it and see," said Sylvia, daintily chipping the top off
+her egg.
+
+Mr. Graydon broke the seal and read it.
+
+"It's from Lady Jane Trevithick," he said soberly; "a very civil
+letter. She's sorry she wasn't able to call again; and--and--she
+wants to know if one of you girls--she mentions Pam, I see--will go
+over and stay with her. It is very kind of Lady Jane."
+
+He pushed the letter towards Pam, who took it unsteadily, and held
+it before her face as she read.
+
+"I'd rather not go," said Pam, putting down the letter. "I can't
+go--I've no frocks."
+
+"I should like you to go, Pam," said her father, wistfully. "The
+invitation is kindly meant, and Lady Jane moves in very good
+society, and is influential. Why should my girls be buried here? As
+for the frocks--I can spare ten pounds--I really can manage that.
+How much can be done with ten pounds, Mary?"
+
+[Illustration: "Poor little girl!" said her father wistfully.]
+
+"A good deal. Oh! I hope Nancy Cullen is still at home! We'll go
+round after breakfast and see."
+
+"Must I go?" said Pamela.
+
+"I think you ought to go, Pam," said her father; "and we will travel
+together. I shall wait for you till you can be ready."
+
+In his heart Mr. Graydon thought that the invitation was a sort of
+guarantee for his daughter's happiness. If Lady Jane had not known
+or suspected that her son was in love with Pamela, and had not been
+prepared to accept her, why should she have asked her on this visit?
+
+"I used to think her a proud and cold girl in the old days," he said
+to himself; "but, of course, the girl of my dreams was so different!
+After all, I daresay Gerald made no such mistake as I used to fear."
+
+"You will go then, Pam?" he said aloud. "The change will do you
+good; and you will enjoy yourself."
+
+"Very well," said Pamela, listlessly; "I would rather be here, but
+if you wish I will go."
+
+
+END OF CHAPTER NINE.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Knowledge Of The Future.]
+
+Knowledge Of The Future.
+
+_A NEW YEAR ADDRESS._
+
+By the Lord Bishop of Ripon.
+
+  "Do not interpretations belong to God?"--GENESIS xl. 8.
+
+
+The words were spoken by one of
+those men who have moulded the history of the world. When he spoke
+them he was a prisoner, forgotten in his misfortune and blameless
+of offence. He was passing through a time of trial. Later he was
+destined to emerge into a position of much power and usefulness.
+
+Joseph had shown from the first a character and qualities which
+distinguished him from his brethren. They were men with little or
+no thought beyond their daily work. In the open fields, watching
+their flocks and enjoying, after their day's task, physical repose,
+they found enough to satisfy them. He possessed a soul which went
+out beyond such a level of life; he reached out to something higher.
+Like the great French preacher, he could not leave his soul amid
+mere earthly things. In his brethren's eyes he was a dreamer. They
+were practical, and they had no sympathy with his dreams. He,
+meanwhile, was full of a wistful wonder, longing to find out the
+meaning of the strange visions which filled his soul. Life to him
+must be something more than eating, drinking, and tending sheep.
+No doubt a touch of egotism and personal ambition mingled with his
+dreams; this belonged to his youth; this, in time, would pass away.
+Life, with its stern and remorseless reality, would come to test
+him and his visions, proving what manner of man he was. Meanwhile,
+he was better with his dreams of the larger purpose and scope of
+life than his brethren, who were content with somewhat material
+gratification.
+
+Time showed that he was no mere dreamer. The day came when the
+Prince of his people let him go free. The opportunity of large
+and noble service came to him; and he showed force, readiness of
+resource, sagacity, and practical vigour. His genius it was which
+mitigated misfortune and averted disaster. He foresaw and provided
+for the days of scarceness; he piloted Egypt through the bitter
+seven years of famine. His dreams were not the idle dreams of
+an empty mind; they were the visions of an energetic and finely
+tempered spirit. His gifts stood the strain of practical duty.
+
+They had previously endured the harder test of adversity, neglect,
+and inaction. There are powers which lose their bloom under the
+pressure of prosaic duties; there are powers which wither under
+the shadow of misfortune and obscurity. The trial which comes from
+neglect is, perhaps, the severer, since it is hard for men to
+believe in themselves when there is seemingly none else to believe
+in them. But in the darkness of those neglected days the genius of
+Joseph remained bright. His insight, his power of vision, was not
+dimmed in the prison. He entered into the sorrows of other men; he
+showed a sympathy with their difficulties; he strove to read for
+them and with them the meaning of their lives.
+
+And the sustaining source of his powers breaks out into view in the
+words of our text: "Do not interpretations belong to God?"
+
+We can realise the pathos of the question and the tried, yet
+unbroken, faith which it reveals. Joseph is trying to read the
+meaning of the dreams of his fellow-prisoners. Life, and the
+experiences of life, he assures them, are not meaningless. He will
+not forego his faith in the significance of life. We may not be
+able to explain all; but there is, nevertheless, a meaning in all.
+It is as though he said, "I too have known my visions--beautiful
+visions of life's triumphs and life's joys. They faded with my
+growing years; and instead of the achievements which I saw in my
+dreams, there came false accusation, imprisonment, and neglect; but
+though the golden light of those visions is gone, they were not
+meaningless. I wait still for the unfolding of their significance.
+Still I rely upon Him who will make all things plain--for do not
+interpretations belong unto Him?"
+
+As we listen to the words, we feel how aptly they fit into our own
+lives.
+
+We, like Joseph, have had our visions. We dreamed of the bright
+things, the noble achievements, the splendid triumphs which life
+would bring; but as life unfolded her stern sequences of reality,
+the golden lines of our dreams vanished, the splendid tints of the
+morning melted into the light of common day.
+
+Or perhaps our dreams have not gathered round ourselves, but round
+others--Love, which sets her objects in such golden lights, that she
+sees visions for them brighter than ambitions can dream for itself.
+
+It may be only the little child, whose prattle half-pleases,
+half-worries you; but you are delighted to be so worried to win such
+pleasure. The dear innocence of its winsome ways, its simpleness and
+quaint airs of sagacity, are perpetual fascinations. In their lives
+we live; and for them we see visions and dream dreams.
+
+    "Thou wert a vision of delight
+       To bless us given;
+     Beauty embodied to our sight,
+       A glimpse of heaven."
+
+But the vision of delight fades. The promise which the vision gave
+seems to be denied its fulfilment.
+
+It may be the young man, standing on the threshold of life, bearing
+himself with quietness of manner, but full of a happy gentleness
+and thoughtfulness towards others, and gifted with a sweet and rare
+conscientiousness in little things.
+
+Or, again, it may be the man of maturer years, full of high and
+chivalrous impulses, ready like a knight of old to gird on his
+sword, and yearning to fill his life with worthy deeds, and yet
+blending, with all noble martial ardour, tender and generous
+thoughts for those who are dear, dearer than life, to his heart.
+
+At this season--teeming with tender and sorrowful memories--visions
+such as these rush back upon our thoughts. The deep pathos and the
+sad tragedy of life speak to us out of such memories; for what
+golden dreams gathered round the heads of those who were so dear;
+and what sorrow is ours, when with the revolutions of the sun, the
+visions melt away; and all the hope, the promise, the expectation of
+achievement are exchanged for sorrow and solitude of heart. Then we
+too, like Joseph, find that our dreams can fade; we too encounter
+the gloomy days which succeed the bright morning of our hopes. We
+are imprisoned with sorrow; the iron enters into our soul; the bars
+of stern adversity shut out the cheerful sunlight of other days.
+
+In such hours, when life, which seemed at one time so full of
+glorious meanings, droops into darkness and seems to grow cold and
+insignificant, our stay must be that of Joseph. Our trust must be
+in the living God. The vision seems to have lost its meaning. Life
+has become, to our sorrow-stricken hearts, flat, stale profitless,
+and meaningless; but it is not so. There is One who can fulfil
+our best dreams and give back to us their lost meanings. "Do not
+interpretations belong to God?"
+
+Our trust must be in Him, and in none else. True, there is often to
+be met with in life the easy chatterer who will take upon himself to
+explain everything for us. All things are easy to the man who has
+never faced mental anguish or heart-sorrow. He will not hesitate
+to interpret our dreams for us, but his pretensions are vain. The
+dream and the meaning of the dream are for us alone. Men may soothe
+us in our grief. Their kindness and their attempted sympathy may be
+welcome to us, as the faded bunch of flowers from a child's hot hand
+may be sweet and acceptable; but to read the meaning of the vision,
+and to explain it aright, to disclose its fulfilment, showing to us
+that nothing is vain and no vision wholly meaningless--to do all
+this belongs to God; for do not interpretations belong to Him? He
+alone can sustain our trust in the trials of life. He alone can give
+us back the visions which so soon vanished from our sight.
+
+The power to realise this constitutes the difference between the
+secular and the spiritual disposition. In the view of one poet, man
+is but a compound of dust and tears. Life is but sorrow mingled
+with earthliness; but better and higher than Swinburne's thought is
+Wordsworth's teaching. The older poet has the nobler view. He will
+not let life sink down to a mere secular meaning; it is more than
+grief and earth. There is that in us which transcends the earth and
+can triumph over tears:
+
+    "Oh! joy that in our embers
+     Is something that doth live."
+
+Into the world we came, but not as mere dust, to be mingled with
+tears. There was a breath of the Almighty which breathed upon us:
+
+    "With trailing clouds of glory did we come
+     From God, who is our home!"
+
+The divine spark is ours. It kindles a light and a fire. It calls
+forth visions past all imagining. Our young men, by a Divine
+Spirit's help, may see visions, and our old men dream dreams. And
+these visions are not mere idle fancies, creations of our folly or
+of our ambition. True, there are foolish visions and empty dreams;
+but all visions are not foolish, nor are all dreams empty. Far
+more empty is the soul that has no visions, to whom no bright and
+noble outlook upon life's possibilities can ever come. This is what
+Shakespeare recognises. Theseus is the man of action. He has dealt
+with the hard prosaic work-a-day world. To him the visions of the
+poet or dramatist are alike empty imaginings. The grandest and the
+most foolish are alike only beautiful bubbles which will vanish
+with all their rich colourings into empty air. The work of the poor
+players, who labour in their foolish fashion to give him pleasure,
+is no worse and no better than that of the most finished actors. To
+him all ideas or visions are unpractical and unreal. He is a man of
+action, loving deeds and despising dreams.
+
+There is a sort of virtue in this; but how secular it all is,
+how low and insignificant life becomes, if no noble ideas and no
+heavenly visions environ it! How vain its achievements, if there
+be no promised land and no divine fire to give light in the night
+season! And so Shakespeare lets us see that, while idle dreams are
+vain enough, yet that for a man to be wholly without them, and to be
+destitute of ideas and visions, is to be poor indeed.
+
+The true idea of life lifts us above the secular plane and places us
+where the heavenly vision is possible, and where the Shekinah light
+of God's presence is ever visible--though seen now as cloud, and now
+as flame.
+
+But for the full meaning of all the visions and experiences of life,
+we must wait. The vision is from God; the experience is from God;
+from Him will come the explanation. "Do not interpretations belong
+to God?" The vision was given us yesterday--we must wait for its
+interpretation; the meaning comes to-morrow.
+
+It is in the spirit of this principle that our Lord spoke, "What
+I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter." So
+at another time He spoke: "It is not for you to know the times
+and the seasons." There is a sweet interpreting "afterwards" of
+life's bitter experience. "No chastening seemeth to be joyous, but
+grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit
+of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby." Our faith
+carries us forward to that interpreting hereafter, when once we
+realise that interpretations belong to God.
+
+Herein we are not different from Christ our Master. He had the
+vision of the world conquered, but the vision faded; and in its
+place came Gethsemane and Calvary, the loneliness and the cross. And
+yet afterwards came the interpretation. The vision, though it faded
+for a time, did not die out unfulfilled. The kingdoms of the world
+are becoming the kingdoms of the Lord and of His Christ.
+
+So it is the order of life that first should come the glory of
+the vision; then the fading of its colours, the grey day and
+the postponed realisation; and then afterwards the glorious
+interpretation. Not _now_ is the interpretation. Now is the sadness,
+now the sense of disappointment, now the temptation to think that
+all brightness is gone, and all hope lost; but hereafter the love
+which gave the vision and the love which took it away will make all
+plain--no whit of the beauty and the beatitude which the vision
+promised will be lost. The vision is for an appointed time. Till
+then, rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him. The gem hidden in
+the earth will yet sparkle in heaven's light. The meaning of all
+will be made plain, hereafter, in God's own light and in God's own
+way; for interpretations belong to God.
+
+[Illustration: A VIEW OF RIPON CATHEDRAL.
+
+(_From the Drawing by Herbert Railton._)]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: CIRCUMVENTED.]
+
+CIRCUMVENTED.
+
+A Complete Story. By the Author of "Lady Jane's Companion."
+
+
+"[Illustration: drop cap] I tell you he does not _dream_ of Dolly.
+How can you imagine anything so absurd?"
+
+That was how the family tyrant addressed her mother, and poor Mrs.
+Rhodes was, as ever, annihilated. It was a vain thing to try and
+brave Georgiana. There she stood in the window, majestic, the eldest
+daughter, her straight hair stiffly ridged with hot irons, her face
+pale, and her lips determined, altogether handsome, but very hard.
+Behind her one had a glimpse of a forlorn little figure wandering in
+the grass. The sight of that lonely figure, and a dim idea of its
+unhappiness, made the poor lady pluck up spirit to murmur still--
+
+"I--I--I thought that Freddy----"
+
+"Impossible!" said Georgiana; her voice vibrated with a little more
+than disdain. "Why, what could he see in a stupid little goose like
+that? It would be cheaper to buy a sixpenny doll and set it up in
+his house; then at least he could always change it. But if he wants
+a wife----"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+In the garden Dolly was walking rather sadly among the trees, and
+her white skirts brushed against the grass like a sigh. She was
+a little slip of a thing with Irish eyes, great and grey, always
+brimming with either a laugh or tears; and she had the dearest
+eager face in the world. It was a troubled face now, for she could
+not understand why life had been made bitter to her just lately.
+Perhaps it was because of some unwitting sin, perhaps because the
+family tyrant felt, like her, the approaching parting with their old
+playfellow. Georgiana had a peculiar way of showing when she was
+vexed.
+
+The Rev. Frederick Cockburn had not always been six feet high and
+a parson. And for the greater part of their lives they had only
+been parted by a garden wall. Even when he was at college he was
+continually running down, and they had never made a plan without
+him; he belonged to the girls like a brother. Later he had had to
+admonish them as a curate, but he had been their old comrade still.
+Of course, he was lucky to get a living offered to him so young, and
+it was only right that he should accept it, but still it was a blow.
+
+Freddy had run in so often to talk it over (the girls knew all about
+his house and his parish, down to the woman who played the harmonium
+and dragged the chants) that they had forgotten it was so far away.
+Now they had suddenly to remember.
+
+Dolly was under the weeping ash, where she and Freddy had hidden
+when they were little. Georgiana had had the biggest bite of the
+apple, and then she had deserted and said, "I'll tell!" How she
+would miss him! Always he had been her champion, defending her when
+Georgiana was angry and pulled her hair. And although these days
+were past she wanted him more than ever. It had hurt her lately that
+he should have been monopolised by Georgiana and that she had been
+thrust back and made a third. He was a young housekeeper, and the
+eldest daughter could talk of carpets and curtains and butcher's
+bills. To Dolly life was a weary nightmare of Freddy serious in a
+chair, and Georgiana giving him good advice. Vainly she tried to
+keep her lip steady, leaning her head in among the leaves.
+
+Half a mile away a black object was sitting on a fence whistling
+impatiently, inwardly furious with Georgiana.
+
+"If she would only come out of the gate!" he said, hitting wildly at
+all the buttercups in his reach. "If she'd only give me a chance.
+But she's just pinned to Dolly, and I never can get a minute."
+
+His whistle grew more lugubrious.
+
+"And I'm off to-morrow!"
+
+Never in the ancient days, when he used to stand in front of his
+younger playmate and defy Georgiana, had he felt her to be such a
+tyrant. He longed to stand up to her and shake his fist at her as
+of old. An instant he stood on the highest rail of the fence to
+reconnoitre beyond the trees, and then sat down again in despair.
+
+"I know she thinks I'm not good enough for Dolly," he said; "we
+always were enemies, but she might let me ask her. It's Dolly's
+business."
+
+Then he jumped down in a hurry that would have been undignified in
+any vicar less young and eager. Among the trees he had caught sight
+of the unaccompanied white flutter of Dolly's dress.
+
+At the familiar whistle she started, reddening and glancing
+fearfully towards the house.
+
+The tyrant's ears were sharp, but for once it appeared that she had
+not heard it, and Dolly rushed down the tree-hidden path to the
+gate. Her head was just under the green branches and they caught at
+her hair as she hurried, the prettiest picture in all the garden,
+with a quaint little forward stagger.
+
+"Oh, Freddy!" she said.
+
+He was leaning over the gate, which was fastened with a complicated
+arrangement of twisted string, meant to hold it together and keep it
+shut. There was something earnest and business-like in his manner;
+he hardly smiled at her greeting, and it hurt her. His face was so
+desperately solemn.
+
+"Do you want Georgiana?" she said, bravely, "to--to talk
+about--furniture?"
+
+He looked at her reproachfully across the gate.
+
+"Dolly," he said, "how can you be so unkind? I've been haunting the
+place for hours, watching to catch you alone. I've no chance if I go
+to the house, and--and I can't _stand_ housekeeping and chairs and
+tables----"
+
+At the emphatic climax they had to laugh. He was struggling
+mechanically with the string, and Dolly was making believe to help
+him.
+
+"You used always to jump it," she said. Their hands touched as they
+fumbled at it, and she felt a new and disturbing thrill. "Hadn't you
+better do that, if you have not become too grand?"
+
+"Don't," said Freddy. Ah, their fingers had been too near; he caught
+hers and held them tight. "They are all chaffing me about being a
+Vicar and having a house and all that. Asking if I've got anybody to
+put into it. But what's the good if you can't get the girl you want?"
+
+"Oh!" said Dolly, looking startled and shrinking as far as the
+imprisoned hand would allow. He held it fast.
+
+"Dolly," he said, "we've always been chums, you and I. Let me tell
+you, and then you must tell me honestly if you think--if I've got
+any chance----"
+
+He was interrupted.
+
+"Is that you, Freddy? What a blessing! I wanted to tell you what
+you must do about the study."
+
+It was with a kind of terror that he saw Georgiana charging down
+upon them remorselessly through the trees. Dolly had wrung her hand
+away and vanished with a little sound like a gasp, and he, on the
+wrong side of the gate, was almost speechless with wrath and temper.
+
+"If a man can't furnish his own study as he likes----" he stammered
+darkly, turning on his heel. Georgiana was like a fate.
+
+"What was Freddy saying?"
+
+A rather sad little face was visible among the leaves of the weeping
+ash.
+
+[Illustration: He saw Georgiana charging down upon them.]
+
+"I--I don't know, Georgiana. He was just beginning--I think he has
+fallen in love again."
+
+The elder girl glanced at her young sister with a gleam of
+suspicion, but Dolly had spoken in all good faith. And, indeed, in
+the dim past Freddy had once or twice been smitten and had confided
+his troubles to the kind ears of Dolly. They had been slight affairs
+and, although unhappy, always less tragic than laughable.
+
+"He did not say who it was?"
+
+"No," answered Dolly, "because you interrupted. I--I--I'm trying to
+guess."
+
+Georgiana turned her back on the wistful grey Irish eyes.
+
+"Can't you?" she said, and walked away, utterly hard-hearted.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That evening there was a formidable leave-taking. To Freddy Cockburn
+it was a nightmare.
+
+As he sat in the drawing-room being talked to by Georgiana and Mrs.
+Rhodes (Dolly was very silent) he grew desperate. The last precious
+minutes were ticking loudly, now and then marked by a warning whirr,
+as the grandfather's clock reproached him.
+
+He listened to them, but all the while he was wandering backwards
+hand in hand with Dolly--Dolly who now sat so distantly in the
+window.
+
+With a start his mind came back impatiently to the present.
+
+"Good-bye, my dear boy. We shall hear how you get on. Your mother
+will write and tell us----"
+
+"You must let me know how you manage about the stairs," said
+Georgiana.
+
+They accompanied him to the door, lingering affectionately to watch
+him go, and behind them the great brown clock was ticking the last,
+last minutes reproachfully. He shook hands and waited, desperately
+bold.
+
+"Will you come to the gate with me, Dolly?"
+
+There was a slight pause at that abrupt invitation. He saw Dolly
+involuntarily start forward and then hesitate, with a faint red
+wonderment in her cheek. He waited, gazing back eagerly at his fate
+in the balance.
+
+"Yes, Dolly--come along!" said Georgiana.
+
+
+II.
+
+The Vicar of Little Easter was in his study. He had not been writing
+sermons, but pens were lying about the table, and there were other
+signs of an intellectual struggle.
+
+[Illustration: The old lady looked up keenly.--_p. 222._]
+
+"I can't do it," he said at last, crumpling up many fragments of
+blotted paper, each the unlucky beginning of a letter. Then he
+thrust his hands through his hair, giving it a despairing rumple.
+
+"It's no good," he said. "I can't put it in a letter, and it does
+look a cowardly way of--asking. Like chalking up a thing and running
+round the corner. If I were a girl and a fellow wrote to me instead
+of coming and standing to his guns, I should call it--cheek."
+
+"Dear Dolly----"
+
+He tore the last attempt furiously across.
+
+"She would think it was a joke and show it all round the family for
+them to laugh at it too," he lamented; "if Georgiana did not kidnap
+it first. I don't think she would stick at that, and I'm afraid she
+regularly hates me. Queer!"
+
+He stared forlornly at the heap of papers, and then all at once an
+idea struck him and he jumped up.
+
+"Hurrah!"
+
+With sudden energy he flung out of his study and crossed the hall.
+His mother was sitting in her room--the only place that was quite in
+order--stitching rings on curtains. She was going to stay and put
+him to rights before returning home and leaving him in his glory.
+
+"What is the matter, Freddy?" she said.
+
+"I was thinking," said the Vicar soberly, "that you've a lot to do.
+Couldn't you ask one of the girls over while you are here to help?"
+
+"If you think the place is ready for visitors," said Mrs. Cockburn,
+smiling. The girls were, of course, Freddy's old companions.
+
+"Well, you might ask Dolly; I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
+
+The old lady looked up keenly, but his manner was very careless.
+
+"Why not Georgiana?" she inquired. "Eldest first."
+
+"I don't think she could be spared just now," said the Vicar, hiding
+his alarm, "and--and I'd like the place to be tidy before she came."
+
+So Mrs. Cockburn wrote and invited Dolly.
+
+The answer came very quickly: Dolly could not leave home just now.
+
+While his mother was reading out the many sufficient reasons, Freddy
+stared hopelessly across at the fatal letter. His face expressed
+utter dejection until about halfway through. At the last clause it
+lighted up with an inspiration. He leaned over the table.
+
+"Then, mother, of course, you'll ask Georgiana?"
+
+His mother glanced at him oddly.
+
+"Do you want her?"
+
+"Want her?" cried the Vicar. "Rather!"
+
+There was no mistaking the eagerness in his voice. It betrayed
+itself in the very stammer with which he proceeded.
+
+"I didn't know she would come, but if Dolly's to manage the school
+treat this year, and if Dolly's to take the club, they won't want
+Georgiana. Tell her we can't possibly get the house put to rights
+without her. Say whatever you think will bring her. Only make her
+come."
+
+He got up and fetched his writing things from the study. Mrs.
+Cockburn had to write the invitation then and there, almost to his
+dictation.
+
+"Tell her she _must_ come!" he cried impetuously, rushing away to
+look for a stamp, and then riding in with the letter himself to
+catch the early post. Mrs. Cockburn looked after him amused, but
+just a little bit disappointed.
+
+"It's Georgiana then, after all," she said.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three days later Georgiana was installed at Little Easter.
+
+She arrived with rather too many clothes for a person who was to
+help in getting a house in order, but that did not prevent her from
+buckling to. Mrs. Cockburn, a kind old lady with a twinkle of humour
+to comfort her in her trials, was taken aback by her visitor's
+authoritative grasp at the reins; but Freddy, having suffered more
+nearly from her tyrannical ways, thought he had never known her so
+gracious. In fact, he repented himself of the hard things he had
+been thinking--of all but a certain determination.
+
+"I don't believe she hates me really," he thought. "It was only that
+she didn't want me to marry Dolly."
+
+He made that reflection whilst shaving with care the morning after
+her arrival. On coming down to breakfast he found her at her post.
+She had already whisked away half the litter that was hampering the
+breakfast-room, and was making the tea. As he came in she nodded.
+
+"Good morning, Freddy. Your mother is breakfasting in her room.
+What a wilderness your house is at present! The first thing after
+breakfast will be to have a man in and put down the carpets."
+
+"But they _are_ down," stammered the Vicar, who had laboured hard
+all the past week.
+
+"All crooked," said Georgiana.
+
+She poured out his tea and sat down opposite, with an air of calm
+superiority and possession (which the Vicar was too agitated to
+remark). Having long since made up her mind as to what she wanted,
+she was not unduly elated at the present turn of affairs. Freddy was
+always fickle, and it had taken very little pains to keep him apart
+from Dolly while that fancy lasted. It was not her part to consider
+Dolly--Dolly, years younger, and pretty, and always liked.
+
+Something like exultation glittered in Georgiana's eyes. She had a
+glimpse of Dolly at home and smiled; her triumph was pitiless.
+
+"Oh, by-the-bye," she said. "Your idea of furnishing the
+drawing-room is too ridiculous. It ought to be smart and shiny--a
+company room. You don't want old pictures and comfortable chairs!"
+
+"Don't I?" said the Vicar with a half-smile, thinking whose whims he
+had tried to suit in the furnishing.
+
+"No," said Georgiana. Her tone was lordly. "I'll tell you what I
+will do. You shall drive me into the town, and I will help you to
+choose what you really want."
+
+"Do----," began the Vicar, and then stopped hastily, reddening. She
+looked at him witheringly, unaware that the word suppressed had been
+simply "Dolly."
+
+"In the meantime----" she vouchsafed after a crushing pause. He
+looked up suddenly from his letters.
+
+"I'm afraid you'll be dull, Georgiana," he said, rising. "It's
+awfully good of you to come, and perhaps you can find some
+amusement. You can do what you like, you know--so long as you don't
+touch my study, or trick it up like a heathen place in Japan. The
+fact is, I find I must leave you and mother for a day or two. Is
+that the dogcart? My train is at half-past ten."
+
+Georgiana looked out of the window. There was the dogcart, and a
+beast of a brown horse pawing and snorting, to take him away to the
+country station. She turned round angrily, like a person who had
+been cheated.
+
+"Why?" she asked.
+
+[Illustration: "Dolly!" he cried in a voice of triumph.--_p. 224._]
+
+Freddy had left the breakfast table, and was stacking his letters
+behind the clock. He answered her with a kind of chuckle--
+
+"Important business."
+
+Three minutes later, he was running down the stairs, got up for a
+journey. Mrs. Cockburn was just saying good-morning to the rather
+blank-looking visitor, and he kissed her hurriedly.
+
+"I must go off at once," he said. "Georgiana will explain. And I
+say, mother"--in a tone of anxious hospitality--"don't let her go
+home, or anything, till I come back. I must catch the early train."
+
+
+III.
+
+Dolly was all alone.
+
+There was no dragon guarding her, and she might wander unwatched
+about the garden, unvexed by the family tyrant's whim. However, she
+sat forlornly under the willow tree.
+
+She was disappointed at not being allowed to go and visit Mrs.
+Cockburn, but, queerly enough, it had hurt her more to find her
+refusal met by that urgent invitation to Georgiana. It was a much
+warmer letter. Mrs. Cockburn had been told in inviting Georgiana to
+say whatever would bring her, and she had according written--"Freddy
+says she _must_ come," twice.
+
+They were ringing in Dolly's ears, these impetuously written words;
+but she had not any right to be angry--and hardly any right to be
+sad. Only, if that message had been in _her_ letters, she would have
+defied them all.
+
+The sun burnt down over all the garden, except under the sad green
+shade of the willow tree. Afterwards, it sank lower and lower behind
+the beeches until it was almost dusk. It was then that Dolly heard a
+familiar whistle.
+
+She started up from the grass, and her wistful face was scarlet. It
+must be imagination.
+
+Almost before she knew it she was hurrying up the path.
+
+"Oh!" she gasped, finding herself at the gate, and ready to turn and
+fly as the strange whistler came in sight. Her heart beat too fast
+for her to hear any step. As if it could be him!
+
+"Dolly!" he cried, in a voice of triumph.
+
+"How did you get here?" she panted.
+
+He vaulted the gate this time, and was immediately by her side.
+
+"By train," he said coolly. "As soon as I'd got Georgiana safe I
+bolted."
+
+Dolly paled slightly. Had he come to make an announcement?
+
+"Will you come in to mother?" she said faintly; but Freddy barred
+the way.
+
+"No," he said. "I won't."
+
+She was almost frightened. He was so white and eager, and so
+emphatic.
+
+"Dolly," he said, "I've got my chance at last. Georgiana thinks I'm
+not half good enough for you, and I'm sure it's true, but I don't
+care, she'd no right to fight as she did for her lofty plans. It's
+your business. And Dolly--Dolly--I love you so!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I like the house," said Georgiana.
+
+She spoke in a slightly patronising tone, and poor Mrs. Cockburn
+sighed.
+
+"It is rather big," she said. "But if Freddy should marry and settle
+down----"
+
+"It will not be too big," declared Georgiana. "I have been drawing
+up my ideas about the rooms. And I have toiled all the morning
+in the study." Mrs. Cockburn looked alarmed. Even in a possible
+daughter-in-law this was rather drastic.
+
+"He will not like you to touch his study."
+
+"I know. He charged me to let it alone," said Georgiana calmly;
+"but it is no good giving in to a man's absurd notions, and he had
+crammed it with such extraordinary things. I have made it look like
+another place."
+
+Again Freddy's mother sighed. It was the familiar tone of the family
+tyrant. She sighed for Freddy.
+
+The sigh was interrupted by his return. Unexpectedly as he had
+disappeared yesterday, he came back. They heard him cross the hall
+with a long, quick, eager step, and then he burst in upon them, a
+boy again.
+
+"Well, where have you been?" asked his mother, smiling. He was so
+tired and dusty, and so excited.
+
+The Vicar looked at her like a school-boy, half-proud, half-shy.
+
+"I've been to the old place," he said, "to ask Dolly if she would
+have me. And she says 'Yes.'"
+
+  R. RAMSAY.
+
+
+
+
+THE END OF THE SONG
+
+BY F. E. WEATHERLY.
+
+[Illustration: poem (_By permission of the Berlin Photographic Co._)]
+
+
+    I read to you one golden morn among the leaves of June,
+    The flowers were sweet around our feet, the river sang its tune,
+    I know not what the story was that stole upon your ears,
+    I only saw your listening eyes were full of tender tears.
+
+    I sang to you when twilight fell, and all the world had flown,
+    A song that rose from out my heart and was for you alone,
+    I cannot tell what words I sang,--of gladness or of pain,
+    I only knew I felt your heart give back the sweet refrain.
+
+    And when the night in silence rose, and all the song was o'er,
+    The world was full of happiness I ne'er had known before,
+    I know not what I told you then or what you said to me,
+    I only knew your heart was mine for all the years to be.
+
+
+
+
+SOME REMARKABLE SERVICES
+
+_IN VARIOUS PARTS OF THE COUNTRY._
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: K. J. Harrison and Co., Kewaigue, Isle of
+Man._)
+
+SUNDAY AT KIRK BRADDAN.]
+
+
+Up and down the country there are several religious services held
+which are remarkable, not so much on account of the character of
+the service as in consequence of the strange places in which they
+take place. Of course, there are strange services--a few of which
+are detailed later--but, nevertheless, the majority obtain their
+notoriety by reason of their unusual place of assembly.
+
+For instance, who has not heard of the famous open-air service at
+Kirk Braddan churchyard in the Isle of Man?--a service which on an
+August Bank Holiday Sunday has attracted a congregation of twelve
+thousand people. Indeed, so great has been the crush on occasions
+that it has been impossible for the collection plate to reach
+all those gathered within sound of the preacher's voice--a truly
+lamentable fact from the churchwardens' point of view.
+
+If the weather is fine, these open-air services begin, as a rule,
+on Whit Sunday and continue to the end of September, or, virtually
+during the whole of the holiday season. They were instituted in a
+somewhat remarkable way by a former vicar, "Parson Drury," as he was
+familiarly called, when it was decided to build Kirk Braddan New
+Church in consequence of the old church falling out of repair and
+being altogether inadequate as far as size was concerned for the
+worshippers who attended. Accordingly, while the new church was in
+process of erection, Mr. Drury conceived the happy idea of using the
+spacious churchyard, and so popular was the innovation that it has
+been kept up in the summer ever since.
+
+Now the services are conducted by the present vicar--the Rev. Canon
+Moore--and, fittingly enough, his pulpit is the immense limestone
+slab erected to the memory of the founder of the churchyard
+services, "Parson Drury." It was felt, when the good man died, that
+no better memorial could be raised than a stone which might be
+utilised as a pulpit in the "Nature's church" where he had delivered
+so many powerful sermons.
+
+The hymn-papers are distributed as the people pour into the
+churchyard on Sunday morning. The hymns are most heartily sung by
+the congregation. They are well known, and the tunes are also such
+as all can join in, and the effect of eight or ten thousand voices
+singing the simple strains is wonderful.
+
+[Illustration: A VIEW IN ST. JOHN'S, STREATHAM.
+
+(_Showing the eggs presented for the Egg Service._)]
+
+During the summer the aggregate number of worshippers amounts to
+sixty or seventy thousand, from all parts of the United Kingdom,
+but principally Lancashire and Yorkshire. Many people join in the
+service which is going on at the same time in Braddan new church
+close at hand, but the great majority prefer the open air under the
+shadow of the old trees and the venerable church.
+
+It is rather remarkable that the Isle of Man should also possess
+what is believed by many to be the largest open-air service in the
+world. There are some folk who think that the Sunday service in Hyde
+Park answers to this description, though it is certain, in point of
+size, there is not a great deal of difference between that and the
+one held on Douglas Head.
+
+There is, in reality, apart from the size, nothing very special to
+say about this service on Douglas Head. It is an ordinary service
+of an exceedingly simple character. Every attempt, however, is made
+to get a first-rate preacher, and two or three bishops have taken
+the service. Archdeacon Sinclair, who is a frequent visitor to
+Manxland, has officiated on several occasions. As at Kirk Braddan,
+the congregational singing is the great feature of the service. The
+Bishop of Sodor and Man is naturally the most popular of all the
+prelates who figure prominently at these services.
+
+After these monster services, it is a delightful change to come
+to the "Egg Service," which was instituted in 1894 by the Rev. S.
+Alfred Johnston of St. John's, Streatham. It was thought that one
+of the most beautiful ways of observing Hospital Sunday would be
+to send a consignment of eggs to some of the patients in the great
+London hospitals, and accordingly the congregation were requested to
+make their offerings of eggs on the day when the various churches
+unite in rendering financial aid to the institutions in question.
+
+The "Egg Service," like most other things, had a small beginning,
+for only 220 eggs were contributed the first year. In 1895 the
+number of eggs rose to 446, while the year following no less than
+1,618 eggs were given. It was felt, however, that in Jubilee year a
+special effort ought to be made in view of the general assistance
+then being afforded to the hospitals by the scheme of the Prince of
+Wales, and so a "Jubilee" offering was arranged.
+
+The service succeeded beyond all anticipations. Over five thousand
+eggs were to be seen in St. John's Church on Hospital Sunday, and
+the arrival of the various members of the congregation, carrying
+baskets of new-laid eggs, excited a great deal of local interest.
+By some means Her Royal Highness the Duchess of York heard of the
+service that year, and sent a sovereign to be spent on eggs. For
+this sum two hundred were obtained, the difficulties of transit
+alone preventing the Duchess from personally sending the eggs. It is
+only right to add that the giving of the delicacies referred to in
+no way interferes with the financial offertory at the service, which
+is forwarded to the Hospital Sunday Fund.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: J. Chenhalls, Redruth._)
+
+A REMARKABLE SERVICE IN THE GWENNAP PIT.]
+
+There is some prospect of these "Egg Services" becoming an
+institution in other parts. This year the Essex town of Maldon has
+followed the good example set at Streatham. Carey Church, Reading,
+also made an initial effort of the same kind this year.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Taunt and Co., Oxford._)
+
+THE TOWER SERVICE AT OXFORD.]
+
+These "Egg Services," inasmuch as they help the needy, call to mind
+the "Doll Service" that is held at St. Mary-at-Hill, Eastcheap,
+the church of the Rev. W. Carlile, the founder of the Church Army.
+On the Sunday before Christmas the congregation are requested to
+bring dolls, which are laid on a table near the altar. The gentlemen
+as well as the ladies are expected to provide a doll in some way
+or other, and consequently a goodly number of these ever-popular
+playthings are dispensed on Christmas Eve to the poorest of children
+in the East End of London. Mr. Carlile's service is now a fixed
+institution.
+
+The followers of John Wesley are numerically very strong in
+Cornwall, and it is not surprising therefore that the strangest
+service held by that denomination takes place in that part of the
+country. A service in an old quarry is a decided novelty, and
+the fame of the "Gwennap Pit" service is justly popular with its
+lusty-voiced congregation of Cornishmen. Every Whit Monday the
+gathering takes place, so the Methodists within a radius of twenty
+miles are able to make it a day of pleasure as well as profit. The
+pit is situated not far from the quaint little town of Redruth.
+
+The quarry forms a natural amphitheatre. Circular in form, and
+possessing row after row of steps, it is able to seat a good
+congregation, most of the members of which arrive by brakes. In the
+centre a sort of rostrum is erected for the various speakers, for
+addresses (and not a sermon) are the order of the day.
+
+In days gone by John Wesley preached in this disused quarry to
+crowded congregations. Cornish folk always welcomed heartily the
+founder of Methodism, and they hold this monster service in memory
+of the time when Wesley frequently used the pit, first of all
+because it was the only place big enough, and secondly on account of
+the fact that it was the only one he was allowed to use. As a rule,
+great preachers are not invited, as the congregation prefer to hear
+the leading "local preachers." It is the boast of many a man that he
+first attended with his grandfather, who had already spent a good
+many Whit Mondays at Gwennap Pit.
+
+The Oxford "May Morning" service is well known throughout the
+country, chiefly because it is the oldest of such gatherings,
+and--what is more--by far the best attended. It is held, as
+everybody knows, upon St. Mary Magdalen's tower at five o'clock
+in the morning, and is attended by the President and Fellows of
+the college as well as the members of the choir. A few strangers,
+however, are admitted, and, all told, the number of people on
+the tower amounts to about two hundred. The crowd in the street
+below, however, runs into thousands, instead of hundreds, as the
+illustration of the people on the bridge which crosses the River
+Cherwell fully bears out.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Taunt and Co., Oxford._)
+
+WATCHING THE SERVICE ON ST. MARY MAGDALEN'S TOWER, OXFORD.
+
+(_A crowd which gathered at four o'clock a.m._)]
+
+No matter what event takes place, the service is held on May Day.
+The crowd begins to assemble soon after four o'clock in the morning,
+when the bells begin to ring, warning the citizens that the time
+of service is approaching. At half-past four the choir begins to
+assemble, and one by one the members begin to make their way to the
+top of the tower, which very soon presents an animated appearance on
+account of the limited space to be obtained. When at last the hour
+of five arrives, and the clocks of the city begin to denote the time
+of day, the choir bursts forth into song ere the clocks have ceased
+striking.
+
+The holding of the service confers upon the college the right of
+presentation to the living of Slimbridge in Gloucestershire, upon
+the income of which there is said to be an annual charge of ten
+pounds for the music on the top of the college tower. Similar
+services were at one time held at St. Paul's Cathedral, and at
+Abingdon, but after a time the custom died out. There is, however,
+no likelihood of that happening at Oxford, the service now having
+too great a hold upon the favour of the public.
+
+Every July a most remarkable service is held at Folkestone. Like
+the majority of seaside resorts, Folkestone owns a big fishing
+industry, and it was felt that a service of thanksgiving for the
+harvest of the sea was just as desirable as the ordinary harvest
+festival. So every year the clergy and choir of the parish church
+march through the streets, singing hymns, and when the harbour is
+reached the fisher-folk join in the service of praise to God for the
+blessings vouchsafed in the past, and pray to be kept safe from harm
+in following their dangerous avocation, and also for "heavy catches"
+in the year to come.
+
+Kirk Braddan churchyard service is not the only one of its kind in
+the country, though it is the biggest. For years a similar service
+has been held in the spacious churchyard of St. Tudno, situated on
+the Great Orme's Head at Llandudno.
+
+[Illustration: AN OPEN-AIR SERVICE ON THE GREAT ORME'S HEAD,
+LLANDUDNO.
+
+(_Photo: Photochrome Co., Cheapside._)]
+
+The services are held both in the morning and evening, and although
+the Llandudno churches have special preachers during the season,
+none of them is so well attended as St. Tudno's. The service is
+simple and hearty, the singing is good--for Welsh people can
+sing--and the voices of the visitors blend harmoniously with the
+rich native element. All the tunes are well known, and the same can
+also be said of the hymns, which are printed on hymn-sheets to avoid
+the necessity of bringing books.
+
+The congregation is a varied one. Men are there dressed in cycling
+costume, while caps and straw hats, with other holiday attire, are
+adopted by the great majority. The ladies are allowed to put up
+their sunshades, if they wish, and everybody is permitted to do
+as he or she desires. The graves form the seats. Some of the more
+adventurous perch themselves on the headstones, while others lay
+full length on the grass mounds, many of which are unadorned with
+names of any kind. The rector, the Rev. J. Morgan, has a loyal
+band of workers, who distribute the hymn-sheets, and also hand out
+cushions to the many ladies present. The congregation, which often
+numbers a couple of thousand, forms the choir.
+
+One of the most pleasing parts of the service is the taking up of
+the offertory. This is chiefly done by boys, many of them being the
+children of visitors, and the youngsters are only too delighted to
+take part in this novel duty.
+
+When the congregation disperses comes the prettiest scene of all,
+as the people wend their way down the hill--a long, unbroken line,
+which seems to reach as far as the eye can distinguish.
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd._)
+
+THE RAILWAY MEN'S BREAKFAST SERVICE AT DERBY.]
+
+How many people are there, aware of the fact that the railway town
+of Derby has a series of services at the breakfast hour for the men
+engaged in the engineering works? These are attended by two thousand
+men every morning, and owe their origin entirely to the idea of one
+man of very humble circumstances in life. Yet this quiet, unassuming
+man initiated one of the grandest services in the country, held not
+occasionally but upon every working day in the year.
+
+Thirty years ago very few men were employed at the works of the
+Midland Railway, compared with the number who work there to-day.
+Many of the men, whose homes were too far distant to admit of their
+returning for breakfast, were obliged to bring this meal with them.
+George Wilkins, the founder of these mess-room services, was in
+charge of an engine-room, and in the winter, as it was a nice warm
+spot, some of the men asked Wilkins if they might have their meal by
+his fire. The engineer gladly consented, and, being a Christian man,
+he took the opportunity of reading the Bible to them.
+
+This fact got noised abroad, and other men joined in. The reading
+was first of all supplemented by prayer and then by singing.
+The fame of the little service continued to grow, until at last
+Wilkins's engine-room was not nearly big enough, and the place of
+service had to be moved to an open shed outside. For some time this
+shed answered the purpose; but as the railway works grew, and more
+men were employed, the attendance at the service increased, until at
+last it was absolutely necessary to erect rooms especially for the
+service.
+
+[Illustration: A RIVER BAPTISM AT BOTTISHAM.
+
+(_Photo: H. R. de Salis, Uxbridge._)]
+
+First of all, grace is sung, and then the men set to work to eat
+their breakfast. Plates rattle and knives and forks jingle as the
+speaker for the day reads the Bible and gives a forcible address.
+But every word is heard, for the men are very attentive while eating
+their food. This is not surprising, for the services are taken by
+well-known laymen and clerics, and if a notable preacher is in the
+neighbourhood or about to pass through Derby, he is requested to
+break his journey and say a few words to the railway men at their
+breakfast. Many gladly do this if their engagements permit.
+
+George Wilkins, the founder of these services, is dead, but a
+visit to Derby cemetery reveals the fact that his work has not
+been forgotten by those who now enjoy the fruits of his labour.
+Over his grave a fitting memorial has been placed, and upon it is
+inscribed the following: "In loving memory of George Wilkins, who
+died November 19th, 1872, aged fifty-three years. He was a faithful
+servant of the Midland Railway Company, and under God's guidance
+the beginner of a work for Christ which lives on still, though he
+is gone. Out of love for his character and gratitude for his work,
+his friends and fellow-workmen have erected this stone. His constant
+song was 'God is Love.'"
+
+One does not hear very much nowadays of the open-air baptismal
+services which fifty years ago were so popular with the Baptist
+churches in the country districts. In Cambridgeshire, however, they
+still take place in many of the villages, and our illustration shows
+the service at Bottisham Sluice, which is situated near Waterbeach,
+the scene of the late Mr. Spurgeon's earliest labours. The minister
+stands in the river, and the candidate for church membership wades
+in to him and is immersed in the waters. A house near by is utilised
+for dressing purposes.
+
+  GEORGE WINSOR.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Coals of Fire]
+
+Coals of Fire
+
+A Complete Story. By J. F. Rowbotham, Author of "Solomon Built Him
+an House," Etc.
+
+
+It was twenty years since I left Hambleton as the curate, and on the
+identical day I returned as vicar. I sat meditating in the little
+village inn, while a gig was being harnessed to draw me to the
+vicarage. I wondered how the place would look. I wondered whom I
+should see and recognise. Twenty years produce innumerable changes.
+Those whom I had known as boys would have grown to men, and men and
+women would have become silver-haired and wrinkled, and perhaps past
+the power of recognition, until a familiar voice in dubious accents
+should say, "I am such a one. Do you not know me?" To such a query
+I felt I should have to reply, "I knew you twenty years ago, and if
+you assure me you are the very same person, I know you now. But the
+identification must come from yourself."
+
+"The gig's ready, sir," cried the man at the hotel parlour door,
+and in obedience to this admonition I shut up my tablets and took
+my seat in the vehicle. Off went the horse. I whizzed past all the
+familiar places _en route_, and at last was landed safe and sound
+at the vicarage, but somewhat dazed and bewildered by the sudden
+panorama of a vanished past presented to me during the ride.
+
+My experiences of the next few days proved to be exactly as I
+predicted. I saw innumerable people who turned out to be old
+acquaintances, though it was on the strength of their telling that
+I found them to be so. I should never have known them again in a
+crowd, nor would they, I imagine, despite their assertions, have
+known me. I saw old Haynes once again, Smart the gardener, England
+the bell-ringer who was so fond of frequenting "The Rose," Higgs,
+Nutcher, and many more.
+
+Localities had not altered so much as people. I noticed that the old
+apple-tree in the vicarage garden bent down with the identical curve
+in its trunk, and seemed to have the exact number of apples upon it
+which it had when I left it. The vicarage had much altered, though,
+and so had its surroundings--several new cottages being built which
+quite shut out the pretty prospect from the study window which once
+was.
+
+I found the circumstances of many of the inhabitants, like the
+"extension" of the vicarage, to have altered likewise. I found
+several people poor and reduced in circumstances whom I left fairly
+well-to-do. I met some people now in comparative opulence whom I
+remembered so poor that they were glad of doles from the curate.
+All this is a striking instance of a very great truth in English
+life, which is that circumstances, as generations pass, are on a
+sliding scale. If you look for the descendants of the nobility of
+some centuries ago, you will find them in the humblest cottagers
+of to-day. And if you search for the descendants of the former
+cottagers of our land, you will find them in its present nobility.
+Life fluctuates so in great cycles of time; and in the little cycle
+during which I had been absent from Hambleton, thus had existence
+fluctuated and changed.
+
+Two visits in particular I intended to pay, namely, to the squire,
+and to Farmer Brownlow; and before many days elapsed I contrived to
+pay them. I saw the squire and the farmer, and I must confess I was
+very much struck by the change that had come over them both, but
+particularly Mr. Brownlow, whom I remember tall, erect, and jovial.
+I concluded there must have been more dissensions in his family
+since I last knew them, and that trouble was impending. I made such
+domestic inquiries as I could without receiving much satisfaction;
+but I took care to observe the greatest reticence about his son
+Arthur.
+
+I must mention, in explanation of my last sentence, that when I was
+curate here Arthur Brownlow was a boy of about twelve or fourteen,
+and one of the brightest and most ingenuous lads it has ever been my
+lot to know. He was also blessed with a beautiful voice, and sang
+in the choir of the church all the solos in the anthems. Shall I
+ever forget the melodious tones that floated from that boy's lips?
+Neither I nor any who heard him can cease to remember them.
+
+The popularity which the boy gained, the favour which he received
+from everybody and anybody, was so marked and so universal that it
+ultimately excited the envy and hostility of his elder brothers, who
+were young men of twenty and over, and who were, moreover, prompted
+to their animosity by the suspicion that their father intended to
+bequeath the farm (which was his freehold) and all his money to his
+favourite son, and leave them unprovided for.
+
+Arthur's mother was Mr. Brownlow's second wife, who had been very
+dear to him, but had only lived about three years, and then had
+passed away, leaving as a legacy to her husband the little baby boy
+scarce two years old. The child became the farmer's idol, and was
+more and more worshipped as he grew to boyhood.
+
+The elder sons being in the main clownish, stupid fellows, it was a
+common speech, half in joke, half in earnest, with the farmer:--
+
+"You lads are strong of build and dull of wit. Why don't you exert
+your strength in other spheres than this, and leave the farm to
+little Arthur when he grows up? You, Hugh, might, for instance,
+go to America. William, you might take a piece of land of your
+own--you are old enough to manage it and strong enough to work it.
+You, Robert, should apply for the post of farm bailiff with Mr.
+Weatherstone or somewhere else; and you, Thomas, should go in for
+sheep farming in the colonies. There is your life mapped out for you
+all. It will be many years before I am laid on the shelf; and you
+are all getting too old to be anything but drags on me; while by the
+time I am about settling down in my chimney corner, to take my ease
+henceforth, Arthur will be just of an age to take the farm off my
+hands and commence the management of it. This will, moreover, keep
+the land in one piece, instead of chopping it up into five."
+
+These words, I say, were often used by Mr. Brownlow in jest to his
+sons, who were a lazy lot, and who ought, moreover, to have been on
+their own hands by now. He possibly meant little more than jest, for
+he was not the sort of man to cut any of his family adrift at that
+time; but his sons chose to take the remarks in thorough earnest,
+and they one and all wreaked their bitterest spite on poor Arthur in
+consequence, till his life became almost intolerable to him.
+
+He would often come to me in those days, and say:
+
+"Mr. Calthorpe, I don't think I can stand it any longer, sir--at
+least, without telling father; and then, if I do that, I don't know
+what might be the consequences. He would certainly be so angry that
+he would send all my brothers away, which I should never wish to be
+done. Or, if he did not, they would persecute me still worse than
+they are doing. So between the two things I don't know what to do."
+
+I strove as hard as I could to exhort the boy to patience, giving
+him what comfort I could, and I even offered to intercede between
+him and his brothers; but this proposal he would not listen to, and
+finally he decided that he would bear all in silence and would not
+tell his father. So that matters were at a deadlock, and remained
+so, until a new development began in the persecution of Arthur
+Brownlow by his brothers--which consisted in the deliberate attempt
+on their part to poison his father's mind against him by all sorts
+of stories and fabrications, and so get rid of him.
+
+The diabolical attempt was made with greater and more elaborate
+cunning than I should have imagined such stupid young men as the
+Brownlows to be capable of. They not only carried on the plot
+themselves but got their neighbours--the young Spencers of Bray--to
+assist them, and from all sides Farmer Brownlow kept continually
+hearing of the precocious vices and bad manners of his darling son,
+which were at first discredited by him, but afterwards believed, and
+then greedily sought after.
+
+"It is all this incense that comes to the boy along of his singing
+that is spoiling him," he said to me one day. "And you, Mr.
+Calthorpe, are partly to blame for encouraging it. What good can all
+that howling and caterwauling do the lad? Not a bit, that I can see,
+except that it takes him into company from which he would be better
+away. It stuffs the boy's head with nonsense, sir, and it will never
+bring him to any good."
+
+It was in vain that I pointed out that there was practically no
+foundation for any of these charges against his son, who was one
+of the model boys of the parish. The farmer regarded me as a biased
+witness, and kept his own opinion of the matter, which was more
+and more inimical to poor Arthur every day. Do what I could in the
+way of mediation, it was all no good. The ball once set rolling,
+continued to roll in the same direction, until one day I heard, to
+my unspeakable concern, that Arthur Brownlow had broken into his
+father's bureau and extracted five pounds from it, that the money
+had been found in his possession, and that he was now in the custody
+of the police.
+
+[Illustration: "I disown him, sir."]
+
+I remember what a sensation the trial made at the assizes in the
+neighbouring town of C----. I appeared as a witness in the boy's
+behalf, and spoke up for him right gallantly; but all intercession
+and testimony were of no avail--the evidence was held to be quite
+conclusive. Although the father did not appear against him, the
+brothers did, and their testimony was sufficient to convict the boy,
+who was found guilty and sent to a reformatory for two years.
+
+I saw him before he went, and he said to me--
+
+"Tell father, sir, that I am unjustly condemned. Tell him it was a
+plot of my brothers, and that I would scorn to do such an action.
+But tell him, moreover, that after this disgrace I could never bear
+to show my face in the village again, and when I come out of this
+place I shall go beyond the seas or somewhere, but certainly shall
+never come to Hambleton, nor shall he be troubled by seeing my face
+again."
+
+I wondered what effect this message would have on the old farmer,
+but to my surprise he received it with the greatest nonchalance.
+
+"Aye, aye, sir," he said in reply, as with black face and lowering
+brow he sat in his parlour with his sons around him. "The lad has
+brought disgrace on the family. I disown him, sir. I knew what all
+this singing and caterwauling would lead to: I said so from the
+first, and my words have come true. He need never seek to see my
+face again until he has redeemed his character. Then I'll see him,
+but not till then. Meantime, as you are going to the reformatory
+occasionally to visit him, tell the lad--for, although a thief,
+he is a son of mine--that I will provide him with what money is
+necessary, when he leaves that home of thieves and vagabonds, to set
+up in something or to go away to some colony, or anything he likes;
+and then, as I say, when he has redeemed his character, he can come
+and see me--but not till then. Tell him he shall have the money,
+sir, when he wants it; but tell him that till he has redeemed his
+character I disown him."
+
+The money, however, was never applied for by Arthur Brownlow. I saw
+him several times at the reformatory, and, indeed, tried to get him
+released on the ground of insufficient evidence, but in vain. When
+the end of his time came, he obtained some employment--I know not
+how--went to London, and then I lost sight of him; for a month or
+two afterwards I left my curacy in Wiltshire and took another in
+Northumberland.
+
+I saw the Brownlows now for the first time since that event of
+twenty years ago. I was informed incidentally that they had never
+heard anything more of Arthur. "I suppose," said one of them, "he's
+gone to the bad long ago."
+
+The old man in the chimney corner now white-haired and bowed
+down with age, suffered a wistful look to pass over his face
+occasionally, but that was all. No more was said, and no more did
+I say. In a short time I had forgotten the story of twenty years
+ago as completely as they had and as the village had; but there was
+one remark alone of that afternoon's conversation which dwelt in my
+mind: "I suppose he's gone to the bad."
+
+"Gone to the bad!" Why, there was one thing plain. _All the
+Brownlows seemed to have gone to the bad_--not Arthur alone--for a
+more besotted, lazy-looking set of men it had never been my lot to
+see.
+
+It is the experience of every clergyman, when he comes to a new
+parish, that he can soon find by a sort of intuition where the
+troublesome spot in that parish is likely to be; and I very soon
+knew by instinct that the troublesome people in my parish would be
+the Brownlows--as was amply proved immediately after my arrival.
+Scarcely a day passed but one or other of them was at the vicarage.
+Now it was Robert--now it was Hugh--now it was Thomas. One came
+requesting me to go to see their father, who was "in dreadful low
+spirits." Another told me they had a horse for sale, and asked me if
+I would like to buy it. The third, Thomas Brownlow, wanted to borrow
+a little money of me; and this was the first actual hint I got of
+the hazardous state of their affairs.
+
+"No, Thomas," I said, "I cannot lend you that money; for, in the
+first place, it is your father, not you, who ought to have asked
+for it, if the object is to make repairs on your farm; and, in
+the second place, I think I am considerably poorer than you. A
+well-to-do farmer has considerably more cash than a poor parson, and
+so for the second reason I must absolutely decline."
+
+But this rebuff produced no diminution in the importunity of the
+Brownlows, which at last culminated in the appearance of the eldest
+brother and the father one day at the vicarage, when they told me,
+with much display of emotion, that the farm was heavily mortgaged,
+and, indeed, had been so for some time, and that the mortgagee, to
+whom no payments had been made for some time past, threatened to
+foreclose. Could I therefore either lend them the money, or get it
+from a friend, or ask the squire to oblige them, or, in fact, help
+them in any way whatever?
+
+At the moment I could think of no way in which I might be of service
+to them in the manner indicated; but as, despite their importunity,
+I was sincerely sorry for them, I said I would turn the matter over
+in my mind, make inquiries, and let them know by the morrow if I
+could do aught for them.
+
+The same afternoon my old college friend, Vincent Harrowby, who
+was vicar of a neighbouring parish, drove over to see me, and dine
+with me. It was the first time we had met for twenty years or more,
+and it was to celebrate our meeting that I had given orders to my
+housekeeper to prepare a somewhat elaborate repast in his honour
+and for our mutual delectation. As we sat over dessert, Harrowby
+talked of a score of subjects to which I paid a vague and partial
+attention; but at last, as his "inextinguishable tongue," as we used
+to call it at college, kept up its eternal stream of talk, I found
+myself listening with rapt attention to what he was saying, which
+sounded incredible to my ears.
+
+"You remember that young choir boy of yours, Arthur Brownlow?"
+Harrowby was remarking. "Well, I saw him some years ago--about ten
+years, I think--and he had developed then into a man of means. He
+had plenty of money, I was told, and was in every respect a fine
+fellow. I often wondered what it was in his private history which
+you used to allude to in such a guarded manner----"
+
+But before my friend had been able to finish his sentence I, to his
+great surprise, brought down my fist upon the table with the remark--
+
+"The very man that is wanted! Where does he live, Harrowby, and what
+is his address?"
+
+"As to that," replied my friend, with a look of amused surprise, "I
+cannot tell you to a street now. But I suppose he will be somewhere
+in the neighbourhood where I knew him, and that was in such and such
+a street, Bloomsbury" (naming it), "where he was practising as a
+solicitor. Doubtless he may have changed his residence, but Bedford
+Row ought to know him."
+
+I then briefly explained to my friend the circumstances which would
+make Arthur Brownlow's appearance at the present juncture a godsend
+for the distressed family; for I must add that one or two of the
+sons were married and had families, on which innocents, even more
+than on the men, the blow would fall.
+
+[Illustration: "The very man that is wanted!"]
+
+"We must apply to him at all costs for the money," I remarked. "He
+will never refuse to help his father, even if his brothers were
+traitors. One of them must go to London to-morrow and search out
+Arthur and obtain the funds needed."
+
+And so it was agreed, and the agreement was acted on; but our best
+efforts, the personal search of Thomas Brownlow, the most diligent
+inquiries of myself and my friend Harrowby, during the short time
+at our disposal, were unable to discover any trace of the missing
+Arthur, who was gone, like the wind, without a vestige to mark his
+flight. No one seemed to know or remember much about him. Those who
+affected to, said some one thing, some another, and in the Law List
+his name was not to be found.
+
+The condition of the Brownlows had meanwhile become worse. The
+little ready money which they had, had been expended in the journey
+to London and the prosecution of the inquiries after Arthur. They
+looked hungry and dejected, and I was informed that the mortgagee,
+incensed at their inattention to his applications for money, had
+definitely decided to put someone in possession of the farm by the
+last day of May.
+
+I recommended the brothers to make a last appeal personally before
+the end of May arrived, and see if by their united rhetoric they
+could soften the inflexible heart of Mr. Suamarez. This with rustic
+reluctance they ultimately consented to do.
+
+The four brothers, Hugh, William, Robert, and Thomas, proceeded to
+Ashcroft. I believed they walked there, as their last horse had
+been sold some months ago, and they had not a sixpence left to
+pay railway fare. They arrived at the mansion of the inexorable
+mortgagee, and were summarily refused admission by the servant, as
+I had been. But with a pertinacity worthy of a better cause the
+four men hung about the place hour after hour, with the intention
+of securing a parley with Mr. Saumarez, with whom they were quite
+unacquainted, having hitherto conducted their negotiations through
+his agent.
+
+Towards the evening, as they prowled about the coppice surrounding
+the house, they saw the owner of the manor, accompanied by his wife
+and their young children, come on to the lawn, and no sooner was the
+opportunity presented than the four men burst through the bushes and
+approached him.
+
+Mrs. Saumarez turned deadly pale, and threw her arms round her
+children at the sight of these four ill-clad and travel-stained
+loafers, for so they looked, so suddenly appearing on the lawn
+of the house, while Mr. Saumarez stood in front of his wife and
+children and angrily demanded what they wanted.
+
+"It is just this, sir," said Hugh, rubbing his mouth with his sleeve
+preparatory to making a speech, "we are the Brownlows, sir, and we
+have travelled fifty miles to see you, sir. You're going to evict us
+from our little farm that we have had in our family for years and
+years without number. Give us some delay, sir--forgo your intention
+for this year--till after the harvest, at least, until we see what
+sort of crops we may have, and out of the profit of them we can pay
+you your demands."
+
+[Illustration: Mr. Saumarez angrily demanded what they wanted.]
+
+"These speeches are all idle," responded Mr. Saumarez testily. "I
+made up my mind long ago. I know you to be good-for-nothing men,
+through whose laziness your old father's farm has got into its
+present condition. You deserve no pity, and you deserve no delay.
+For the present state of affairs you have only yourselves to blame.
+You must take the consequences of your conduct."
+
+"Oh, sir." began Hugh, who was the spokesman of the rest, "think of
+our circumstances. We have children, as you have; they will all be
+thrown on the world----"
+
+"Into this," replied Mr. Saumarez, "I cannot go. When the mortgage
+came into my hands--which it did along with some adjoining property
+about a year ago, on my return from abroad--I made a particular
+point of asking my agent what sort of men conducted the farm.
+And hearing from him that they were four brothers, all men of
+questionable character, named Brownlow, who owed their present
+degradation to their own laziness and folly, I said I wished to hear
+no more, and that the farm, which stood conveniently adjacent to a
+manor which is also mine, must be appropriated with no more delay
+than the usual legal routine permitted of. That is what I said to my
+agent. I presume--in fact, I know--he has acted on my orders. I have
+nothing more to say about it, so I wish you a good evening."
+
+"We have children--two of us are married men," exclaimed Hugh,
+appealing to Mrs. Saumarez.
+
+"We have had sickness in the family for months past," added Robert.
+
+"It is not our fault--the harvests have been bad year after year."
+
+But they were speaking to deaf ears. Mr. Saumarez, motioning to his
+wife and children, was turning away to enter the house.
+
+"I don't know," said Thomas, who had not hitherto spoken, "what will
+become of our old father----"
+
+"What?" inquired Mr. Saumarez sharply, turning round, "Is your old
+father still alive?"
+
+"Yes, he is," they all replied at once, staring at him with most
+unfeigned surprise.
+
+"I understood from my agent," replied Mr. Saumarez, his voice
+getting thick as he spoke, "that there were only you four
+brothers--men who deserved--men whom I knew to be----Look here, you
+Brownlows. You tell me your old father is still living. Is he well?
+Is he in fair health? Does his memory remain good? And how--how do
+you treat him in his old age?"
+
+"How do we treat him, sir?" inquired Hugh Brownlow and the rest,
+speaking slowly and gazing at Mr. Saumarez as if they had seen a
+ghost. "Why, as to that----"
+
+"As to that," I said, appearing from the drawing-room with old
+Mr. Brownlow on my arm--for in deference to his expressed wish,
+after the departure of his sons, I had travelled with him by train
+to Ashcroft in order that he too might plead, and we had just
+arrived--"as to that, Mr. Saumarez, the father can best answer for
+himself. See if he is not still an honoured and reverend sire. Look
+at him yourself, sir; for before heaven I believe you are Arthur
+Brownlow."
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the old man on my arm, his eyes streaming with
+tears, "it is my son, my own son Arthur, at last! My former ruin is
+nothing to my present joy, for I see the boy whom I have wronged,
+whose reproaching image has been present with me for years--I see
+him at last before me; I hold him in my arms; I ask pardon of him,
+profoundest pardon, for all the injustice I have done him; and I
+rejoice to think that at last my lifelong sorrow is at an end."
+
+Arthur was weeping on his father's neck. The brothers stood around
+petrified with astonishment.
+
+"It is true," said Arthur Brownlow in a voice choked with emotion;
+"it is true that, had my brothers been the only parties concerned,
+I might perhaps--nay, I am sure I should--without compunction have
+retaliated as the world retaliates. But I never knew--I never
+suspected--that you, my father, were among them. I have wept for you
+as dead, for such tidings reached me some time ago. I have mourned
+for the unjust opinion you held of me, mourned since my boyhood, and
+even as a man I mourned. But now I hold you in my arms--alive, God
+be thanked! and forgiving, Christ be praised! And greater happiness
+can I not know, save if one of my own children should bring me the
+same experience, and then my felicity might be as great."
+
+The mystery of the lost identity of Arthur Brownlow was easily
+explained. He had prospered in the world as Arthur Brownlow, when
+my friend Harrowby knew him; but shortly after that date he had
+married a Miss Saumarez, who held large estates in Jamaica, and
+whose name he was compelled to take for the sake of securing the
+entail of her property to the children. He had lived in Jamaica
+for nearly ten years, and had recently come back, to find some
+property near Hambleton added to his possessions, and with it the
+mortgage over Brownlow's farm. His agent only knew that Brownlow's
+farm was managed by the young Brownlows, since the old father had
+long retired from active participation in it; and with this account
+of the place Arthur Brownlow was naturally satisfied, since he
+believed his father had died some years ago. He intended to punish
+his brothers for their treachery and cruelty, but it is questionable
+whether his intention would ever have gone beyond reading them a
+severe, salutary lesson and then reinstating them in their freehold.
+At any rate, as circumstances happened, it had no chance of doing
+so, for the sight of his father so overwhelmed poor Arthur with joy,
+that all was forgotten, all was forgiven, in that happy moment;
+and now in the whole of my parish there is not a happier or better
+conducted place than Brownlow's farm.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: An International League of Peace]
+
+AN INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE.
+
+
+DEAR READERS OF THE QUIVER,
+
+The recent Rescript of the Czar of Russia, inviting the Great Powers
+to entertain the idea of a general disarmament, was naturally
+received with joyful acclaim by the whole Religious World. There
+were some, of course, who shook their heads dubiously when they
+heard of it. "Can it be true," they said, "that the Autocrat of
+All the Russias is on the side of peace?" And then they have
+proceeded to hint at ulterior motives for the announcement. But
+the great majority of Christian people have preferred to take his
+Imperial Majesty at his word, and to accept, with deep thankfulness
+to Almighty God, the Supreme Disposer of all men and all things,
+this gracious sign of a long-hoped-for age of universal peace and
+good-will, foretold by the prophets and proclaimed by the herald
+angels at Bethlehem.
+
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+Governments are powerless unless they are supported by the peoples
+whom they represent in the International Councils thus convened.
+And this support, when voiced in a definite form, is a mighty
+force which will carry everything before it. Here, then, and now,
+under the inspiration of this blessed Christmas season, is given
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+neglected, may not be repeated for many a generation yet to come.
+
+We have been awaiting the inauguration of a collective expression of
+Christian approval and support of the Peace Rescript, not only from
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+no such international movement appears to have been organised. We
+therefore invite our readers all over the world to join in a hearty
+and thankful endorsement of the sentiment of the Czar's Manifesto,
+and thus set in motion a powerful engine for good. We suggest also
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+[Illustration: THE QUIVER INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE.]
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+
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+
+
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+[Illustration: Our Roll of Heroic Deeds]
+
+Our Roll of Heroic Deeds
+
+
+TWO MANCHESTER HEROES.
+
+One of the many notable acts of bravery which are constantly being
+performed by the members of fire brigades all over the kingdom is
+here depicted. The lower floors of a house situated in Portland
+Street, Manchester, were in flames, and in an upper window a man
+suddenly appeared and cried for help. A ladder was immediately
+procured, but, to the dismay of the onlookers, it was too short
+by several feet, and seemed absolutely useless. However, Fireman
+Lawrence swarmed up the ladder, closely followed by Clayton, and
+when they reached the top, the latter so placed his arms that
+Lawrence could stand upon them and thus reach the narrow gutter
+above, on to which he clambered. The breathless crowd beneath them
+watched Lawrence balance himself on the ledge, and, with great
+difficulty and at terrible peril to his life, pass the imprisoned
+man to his companion. When Lawrence, by the help of Clayton, gained
+the ladder in safety again, thundering roars on roars of applause
+worthily greeted the plucky men in recognition of their magnificent
+bravery.
+
+
+
+
+AS CHAPLAIN TO MR. SPEAKER
+
+_Some Reminiscences of Parliament._
+
+[Illustration: EX-SPEAKER PEEL.
+
+(_Photo: Russell and Sons._)
+
+By F. W. Farrar, D.D., Dean of Canterbury.
+
+MR. SPEAKER GULLY.
+
+(_Photo: Bassano, Ltd._)]
+
+_PART II._
+
+
+I once had the honour of meeting Mr. Gladstone at a very small
+dinner-party of some eight or ten persons; and after dinner I
+found myself sitting beside him and one of our most distinguished
+men of letters--Mr. W. E. H. Lecky, M.P. It happened to be a
+time when party feeling was running very high in Parliament,
+and I purposely turned the conversation in that direction. The
+question of Home Rule was under discussion, and it was common for
+Irish members--especially for some who were of very excitable
+temperament--to be called to order. Strong language was frequently
+used, such as quite passed the ordinary limits of Parliamentary
+conventions. I mentally recalled the current anecdote--I do not
+know whether it be true or not--that Daniel O'Connell, in one
+of his fierce disputes with Mr. Disraeli, had said that he must
+be descended from the unrepentant thief; and I asked the great
+statesman whether, during his half-century of experience in
+the House of Commons, there had been any change in the license
+of vituperation, which happened at that moment to be specially
+prevalent. "No," he said; "in that respect there has been no change.
+At all the crises which my memory recalls there have been outbursts
+of violent expression quite as strong as any which have been heard
+of late." As the conversation continued, he mentioned two changes
+which had occurred in the House of Commons--one a mere matter of
+costume; the other of much greater significance. An American guest
+at the dinner-table had observed that he could not remember any
+other party since he had been in England at which he was the only
+person present who wore a moustache. Mr. Gladstone said that, when
+he first entered Parliament, there were actually more members who
+still wore pigtails than those who wore the beard or moustache. At
+that time no one, as a rule, indulged in those appendages except
+officers in the army. There was one exception, the late Mr. Muntz,
+who was for many years member for Birmingham; and so noticeable was
+this exception, that in the House he was popularly known as "the man
+with the beard."
+
+[Illustration: MR. W. E. H. LECKY.
+
+(_Photo: Melhuish and Gale, Ltd., Pall Mall, W._)]
+
+The other change was this: "In old days," said Mr. Gladstone,
+"the House used to have an absolute control of bores." Few of the
+members took frequent part in the debates. Discussion seemed, by
+common consent, to be left mainly to a score or two of leaders.
+There were gentlemen who had been for long years representatives of
+important cities, who were never known to have opened their lips.
+I myself in my boyhood knew one highly respected member who, if I
+remember rightly, had sat for a county town for nearly fifty years,
+and whose sole contribution to the debates in Parliament, for all
+that period, had been the single sentence, "I second the motion!"
+It is widely different now. I suppose that now any member who has
+sat for a number of years, and never even made his maiden speech,
+is a rare exception. Although the gift of utterance is supposed to
+be very much less rare than once it was, yet the few only are able
+to speak really well. This, however, does not prevent members from
+the free expression of their opinions, because in print one speech
+does not look very much unlike another. In many cases in these days
+members are speaking with far less reference to the House than to
+the Press gallery. Their constituents expect them to speak, and
+like to see their names and remarks in the daily papers, however
+ruthlessly they may be abbreviated by the reporters. In former days
+a bore was never tolerated. After a very few sentences the House
+gave such unconcealed expression to its impatience, and the orator
+was interrupted by such a continuous roar of "Divide, divide!...
+'vide!... 'vide!... 'vide!" that the stoutest-hearted, after a short
+effort, gave way, and the House was not afflicted with a wearying
+tide of commonplace, "in one weak, washy, everlasting flood." At
+present it is not always so. It is indeed but seldom that a member
+feels perfectly willing to bestow on his fatigued fellow-senators
+the whole amount of his tediousness; but I have, not infrequently,
+seen a member listen with the blandest smile of indifference to
+the torrent of interruptions which marred his oratory--and tire
+his audience into partial silence by leaving on their minds the
+conviction that he _intended_ to say out what he had meant to say,
+so that the shortest way to get rid of him would be to let him
+maunder on to the end!
+
+[Illustration: DEAN FARRAR IN HIS OLD CORNER IN THE GALLERY.]
+
+Reverting to the subject of strong language in the House, and
+again speaking of O'Connell, I asked Mr. Gladstone whether he had
+been present when the great demagogue had convulsed the House with
+laughter by his parody on Dryden's epigram on the three great poets,
+Homer, Virgil, and Milton. "Oh, yes," he answered. "I see him now
+before my mind's eye, as, with a broad gleam of amusement over
+his face, he kept looking up at Colonel Sibthorpe, the somewhat
+eccentric member for Lincoln, and then jotting down something in his
+notes. Colonel Sibthorpe, having been an officer in the army, was
+exempt from the then current convention of being close-shaven, and
+he was bearded like a pard. I cannot recall the exact epigram, but I
+remember the incident perfectly."
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Lawrence, Dublin._)
+
+DANIEL O'CONNELL.
+
+(_From the Painting by David Wilkie._)]
+
+I had never seen O'Connell's epigram in print, but I quoted it as I
+had, years ago, heard it quoted to me--and quite incorrectly. "Oh,
+these colonels!" said O'Connell, "they remind me of the celebrated
+lines of the poet"--
+
+    "Three colonels in three distant counties born,
+     Armagh and Clare, and Lincoln did adorn;
+     The first in lengthiness of beard surpassed,
+     The next in bushiness, in both the last:
+     The force of nature could no further go--
+     To _beard_ the third she _shaved_ the other two!"
+
+That was the form in which I had heard it quoted, but Mr. Lecky
+at once suggested that the third and fourth lines were purely
+imaginary, and I have since found that they really were something to
+this effect--
+
+    "The first in direst bigotry surpassed,
+     The next in impudence--in both the last."
+
+Delivered as the supposed "celebrated lines of the poet" were in
+O'Connell's rich brogue, and with his indescribable sense of humour,
+it may well be imagined that it was long before the laugh of the
+members died away!
+
+In old days I was not infrequently present in the House during the
+gladiatorial combats, which were then of incessant occurrence,
+between Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Disraeli. The House was always
+crowded, and the scenes were marked by an interest and vivacity
+which are now of far rarer occurrence. I well remember a long and
+brilliant speech of Mr. Disraeli's, which occupied perhaps two hours
+or more, late at night. During the speech--as is very common--he
+had to refresh his voice repeatedly by drinking some composition
+or other. Water is the safest refreshment for speakers under these
+circumstances, but I suppose that the friend who had been thus
+ministering to the speaker's necessities had brought sherry, or
+something of that kind. The consequence was that, without any
+fault on his part and quite unconsciously, Mr. Disraeli--who was,
+I believe, an habitually temperate man--was speaking at last with
+far less point and lucidity than was his wont. At the close of his
+speech Mr. Gladstone rose to answer, and began by the remark, "I
+shall not notice any of the concluding observations of the right
+honourable gentleman, because I am sure that the House will agree
+with me in thinking that they were due to"--and then he added with
+marked emphasis--"a somewhat _heated_ imagination."
+
+It was unfortunate in those years of political antagonism that
+the two eminent leaders were men of temperaments absolutely
+antipathetic. It would have been difficult to find two men who,
+remarkable as were their gifts, differed from each other more
+widely in almost every characteristic of their minds. Mr. Disraeli
+was a man of essentially kind heart, and one whom I have good
+reason to regard with respect and gratitude. Much of his apparent
+acerbity, many of his strong attacks, were really only on the
+surface. I feel quite sure that for Mr. Gladstone--in spite of the
+many interchanges of criticism which sometimes sounded a little
+acrimonious--he felt not only a profound respect and admiration,
+but even no small personal regard. On one occasion he spoke of his
+great rival as "my right honourable _friend_, if he will allow me
+to call him so." The characteristic of Mr. Gladstone's mind was an
+intense moral sincerity, and he could not return the compliment.
+One cannot but regret that he felt himself unable cordially to
+reciprocate the kindly expression. Had he felt able to do so--had
+these two political opponents been able from that time to speak
+of each other as "my right honourable friend"--many acerbities of
+debate might have been materially softened. But in his reply, Mr.
+Gladstone, while he spoke with kind appreciation, could not, or
+would not, use the phrase which Mr. Disraeli had on that single
+occasion adopted. Perhaps he attached to it a meaning far deeper
+than its conventional significance. At any rate, the fact remains
+that, while in his response he spoke with dignified recognition of
+his opponent's gifts, and was evidently gratified by the expression
+he had used, he could not get himself to call Mr. Disraeli by the
+sacred name of "friend," and that word was, I believe, never again
+exchanged between them. But I only mention this little incident
+because in different ways it seems to me to have been touchingly
+to the credit of the best qualities of both. And in spite of so
+many years of gladiatorial combat in the arena of the House, when
+Lord Beaconsfield died Mr. Gladstone pronounced a eulogy upon him,
+generous yet strictly accurate in every particular.
+
+[Illustration: DISRAELI'S FAVOURITE ATTITUDE IN THE HOUSE OF
+COMMONS.]
+
+On another occasion Mr. Gladstone--_more suo_ in his earlier
+days--had almost leapt to his feet to make a controversial speech,
+which he had poured forth with all that intensity of conviction
+which held the House in rapt attention even while many of its
+members were being convinced against their will. Mr. Disraeli began
+his reply by the remark that "Really the right honourable gentleman
+sprang up with such vehemence, and spoke with such energy, that
+he was often glad that there was between them"--and here he laid
+his hands on the large table at which the clerks sit and at which
+members take the oath, which occupies the greater part of the
+space between the Government bench and the leading members of the
+Opposition--"that there was between them a good solid substantial
+piece of furniture." The House laughed good-humouredly at the
+little harmless sarcasm and at the notion of Disraeli requiring a
+barrier of personal protection against such vehement assaults! I
+was told by one who heard the remark--and it is a pleasant little
+incident--that, on the evening after this speech, Mr. Gladstone had
+met Lady Beaconsfield at some social gathering, and, so far from
+resenting the little hit at himself, had cordially complimented her
+on the excellent speech which her husband had made on the previous
+evening. There is, however, no doubt that Mr. Gladstone sometimes
+winced under the subtle swordplay of his antagonist, just as
+Mr. Disraeli must have felt the force of the rolling tide of his
+opponent's oratory. But while Mr. Gladstone sat listening with every
+emotion reflected on his expressive and mobile countenance, Mr.
+Disraeli sat motionless, with features as unchanging as if he wore a
+mask.
+
+The Chaplain of the House has an excellent seat in the gallery--one
+of the best seats for seeing and hearing--assigned to him by
+the courtesy of the members. I not infrequently availed myself
+of the privilege of occupying this seat, and in this way I was
+present at some of Mr. Gladstone's last appearances in the House,
+I particularly recall an incident which has since then been
+frequently alluded to, and which was very highly to the credit of
+Mr. Gladstone's essential kindness of heart. Mr. Austen Chamberlain,
+son of the Right Hon. J. Chamberlain, had delivered what was, I
+believe, his maiden speech. It exhibited many of the qualities of
+clear enunciation and forcible statement which make his father
+one of the best speakers in the present Parliament. Mr. Gladstone
+and (I suppose) the Liberal party in general had felt much hurt
+by the separation of Mr. Chamberlain from their councils, and by
+his partial alliance with their political opponents; and this
+feeling could not but be shared by Mr. Gladstone, who carried
+into politics an ardour of conviction of deeper intensity than
+is felt by ordinary minds. Mr. Austen Chamberlain's speech had,
+of course, been delivered in favour of views which Mr. Gladstone
+impugned, and nothing would have been easier to him than to bring
+down on the head of the young member the sledgehammer force of his
+experience, eloquence, and intellectual supremacy. So far from this,
+Mr. Gladstone not only pronounced a warm eulogy on the speech, but
+went out of his way to say--turning to Mr. Joseph Chamberlain,
+and entirely overlooking any momentary exacerbation of political
+opposition--that it was a speech which, in the ability and the
+modest force with which it had been delivered, "could not but be
+very delightful to a father's heart." Simple and spontaneous as the
+expression was, it caused visible pleasure to all who heard it. Such
+genuine amenities do much to soften the occasional exasperations of
+political struggle.
+
+[Illustration: MR. AUSTEN CHAMBERLAIN.
+
+(_When making his maiden speech._)]
+
+I have heard many fine and telling speeches in the House from its
+foremost debaters, from the days of Lord Palmerston to our own;
+but certainly I have heard no orators who impressed me at all so
+deeply as Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Bright. It is, however, generally
+acknowledged that most of Mr. Bright's finest and most memorable
+speeches were not delivered in the House of Commons, but to vaster
+and more sympathetic audiences of the people from the midst of whom
+he had sprung. If I were asked what was the most eloquent speech to
+which I ever listened, I should at once answer, The speech which
+I heard Mr. Bright deliver at St. James's Hall at the time of the
+Second Reform Bill. The meeting was a mass meeting, and a ticket had
+been given me for the platform by an old friend and schoolfellow. I
+was seated between him and Mr. Frederic Harrison, just behind the
+orator of the evening. In the front row with Mr. Bright were the Rt.
+Hon. J. Ayrton, who had been First Commissioner of Works, and Mr.
+W. A. Cremer and Mr. Odger, who were prominent working-men leaders
+of the time. Among the audience, in the middle of the hall, sat
+Mr. John Stuart Mill, then one of the most celebrated thinkers of
+the day; and, throughout the meeting, he applauded with vehemence,
+freely bestowing his claps even on the obvious crudities of some
+of the working-men who subsequently spoke. As I was close behind
+Mr. Bright I could almost read the notes which lay before him on
+his broad-brimmed hat. They showed his method, which was carefully
+to write out his speech, to learn it by heart, and to refresh his
+memory by having before him some sheets of paper, on which in a
+large legible hand he had put down the leading substantives of
+every sentence. Besides the magic of his strong, manly, sympathetic
+voice, and the force of his Saxon English, and the purity of a style
+formed on the best models--especially, I believe, on John Milton and
+John Bunyan--he owed much of his power as an orator to the extreme
+deliberation of his delivery. Owing to this, an audience was able
+to see the point which he was intending to bring out, long before
+he actually expressed it. They were gradually wound up into a pitch
+of ever-increasing excitement and sympathy until the actual climax,
+so that it almost seemed as if the speaker was merely expressing
+in his single voice the common sentiment of thousands. Now, at the
+time of which I speak, Mr. Bright had been passing--as all the
+best and greatest men have to pass in their time--through what he
+called "hurricanes of abuse, and tornadoes of depreciation." He
+was commonly spoken of, in many of the daily papers, not only as
+a Radical, but as a revolutionary Jacobin, a political firebrand,
+and a pernicious demagogue. The point which he wanted to impress
+on his deeply sympathising hearers was that it was monstrous so
+to characterise him, when all that he had done was to point out
+the actual existence of perils which he had neither created nor
+intensified, but about which he had only uttered those timely
+warnings which sometimes enable a patriot to avert the terrible
+consequences that it might otherwise be too late to remedy. He
+spoke as follows, and the audience, which crowded the hall to its
+utmost capacity, followed him from clause to clause with breathless
+stillness. I cannot quote his exact words, but they were to this
+general effect:--
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Fradelle and Young._)
+
+LORD PALMERSTON.]
+
+"I have," he said, "been called an incendiary, a firebrand, a
+dangerous agitator. Now, supposing that I were to go to the
+inhabitants of a village or hamlet on the side of a mountain, and
+were to say to them, 'Do you see that thin blue smoke which is
+issuing from the rifts of the mountain summit above your heads?'
+and were to warn them that it was a menace of peril. Suppose that
+they were heedless of my warning, and denounced me for awaking
+unnecessary alarm: and suppose that soon afterwards the mountain
+became a huge bellowing volcano, filling the heavens with red-hot
+ashes, and pouring huge streams of burning lava down its sides.
+Would it have been I who created that volcano? Would it have been
+my hand which stored it with combustible materials? Should I have
+been a dangerous agitator because I had warned the dwellers in that
+mountain hamlet to avert or escape from the perils by which they
+were 'menaced'?"
+
+[Illustration: (_Photo: Fradelle and Young, Regent Street._)
+Signature]
+
+Such is my recollection of the passage which I heard so many years
+ago, and which I have doubtless spoiled in attempting to reproduce.
+But when the great orator, speaking with weighty deliberation, had
+reached the _denouement_ of his striking metaphor, so powerfully had
+he wrought on the feelings of his hearers that an effect followed
+such as I have never seen on any other occasion. The whole vast
+audience, as though swayed by one common impulse, sprang to its
+feet--not gradually and at the initiative of one or two _claqueurs_
+and partisans, but with an absolutely electric sympathy, and they
+remained on their feet cheering the speaker for five minutes. It
+was by far the most decisive triumph of the magic and mastery of
+eloquence that I have ever witnessed in my life.
+
+Another remarkable incident occurred at the same meeting. Mr.
+Ayrton, in moving a vote of thanks to the chairman, had alluded to
+a huge procession--part of a demonstration of the working-classes
+in favour of the Reform Bill--which had taken place in London a few
+days previously. Lady Burdett-Coutts had witnessed the procession
+from a balcony in the window of her house as it passed down the
+length of Piccadilly and Oxford Street. She had been recognised,
+and, knowing her generous beneficence, the working-men had cheered
+her. Mr. Ayrton alluded to this, and had the very dubious taste
+to express a strong regret that the Queen, who was at Buckingham
+Palace, had not done the same. The allusion was singularly
+misplaced, and Mr. Ayrton, as one who had been a member of the
+Government, ought to have known that under no circumstances could
+her Majesty thus recognise a demonstration in favour of a Bill which
+excited great differences of opinion, and was still under discussion
+by the House of Commons. The speech was still more _mal a propos_
+because it seemed, whether intentionally or not, to attribute to
+her Majesty a lack of that sympathy with the aspirations of the
+people which, on the contrary, the Queen has invariably shown, so
+that her kindness of heart has won a more unbounded affection than
+has ever been lavished on any previous Sovereign. Mr. Bright felt
+how unfortunate was this _gaucherie_, into which the speaker had
+perhaps unintentionally been led. He saw also how injurious it might
+be to the effect which the meeting would otherwise produce. When
+he rose to acknowledge the vote of thanks to himself, he not only
+defended her Majesty from the blame which Mr. Ayrton had implied,
+but, alluding with touching simplicity to the long and uninterrupted
+devotion which the Royal Lady had shown for so many years of
+widowhood to the memory of her great and princely consort, he showed
+the unfairness of the insinuation which might seem to have been
+implied.
+
+The great voices of Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Bright are silent. They
+have passed from the heated arena of politics, "to where beyond
+these voices there is peace"; and they have not left their equals
+behind them. We seem to be passing through one of those interspaces
+in national life which are not illuminated by minds so bright
+with genius as those which have ceased to shine. The soil of the
+next generation may perhaps produce a harvest as rich, or richer.
+Meanwhile we may at least rejoice that
+
+    "Great men have been among us; hands that penned
+     And tongues that uttered wisdom:--better none."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: The House Economical]
+
+THE HOUSE ECONOMICAL
+
+By Lina Orman Cooper, Author of "Our Home Rulers," Etc.
+
+
+"Domestic economy consists in spending a penny to save a pound.
+Political economy consists in spending a pound to save a penny."
+
+Such is an aphorism left us by one of the wisest of men. It exactly
+defines the principle on which I shall deal with the subject of this
+paper. Real economy means good management, and is quite apart from
+penuriousness. It implies proper regulation of a household, and
+careful disposition or arrangement of work. We can be thrifty of
+our talents, time, and money without being niggardly, for frugality
+need never descend into parsimony if we are watchful. There are more
+precious things than L s. d., after all, and looking after those
+other things makes us sympathetic and original.
+
+For instance, the real House Economical suggests sunshine and
+purity. Without these, smallness of rent will be more than
+counter-balanced by increase in doctors' fees. Of necessity, it must
+be liberally and variously supplied, or satiety follows. It is true
+that red herrings offer a larger amount of nutriment for a given sum
+of money than any other kind of animal food. Yet it would not be
+really economical to feed our households continually on halfpenny
+herrings. A farthing dip is the cheapest light obtainable--but eyes
+would be ruined if we provided nothing but single candles in our
+establishments. Spices and condiments are rather adjuncts of food
+than necessities, yet they are medicinal in their properties and of
+extreme value in rendering food more palatable and stimulating a
+jaded appetite. So far for food--for it is with food we generally
+find a tendency to save begins.
+
+True economy consists in maintaining the standard of health in a
+family at its highest. Expenditure towards this end can never be
+extravagant, even if it ranges from thick curtains over our doors
+to silk mufflers in windy weather. Not to provide our children
+with warm underclothing on the score of expense is the height of
+extravagance; to be content without sanitary surroundings and
+labour-saving appliances the depth of foolishness.
+
+The House Economical may first of all be beautiful. A horizon
+that is bounded by a need for thrift more often than not tends to
+greyness and gloom. This should not be. Lovely surroundings are of
+economic value in keeping spirits up to a certain point. Digestion
+is promoted by eating in a bright, airy dining-room. A well-arranged
+bedroom may be productive of sleep.
+
+Comfortable homes are economical ones, in the best sense of the
+word, saving time, fatigue, and temper. One hour's opportune rest
+on a Chesterfield may save hours of malaise and headache. The
+House Economical will have rules sufficiently elastic to allow of
+such occasional pauses in work--"come-apart-and-rest-for-a-while"
+possibilities--if called for.
+
+One great principle in the House Economical is never to spend money
+on unwanted things because they happen to be seen. Another is, when
+wanted, to get the best procurable. "Cheap and nasty" is a very
+true union of words. Yet we must remember that some inexpensive
+substitutes are quite as good as costly things. A copper kettle, for
+instance, looks just as well and wears longer than a silver one. A1
+plate lasts a lifetime if taken care of. Serge is more useful than
+satin, and just as suitable in its way.
+
+"She looketh well to the ways of her household" was said of the
+virtuous woman of old. In the House Economical we must most closely
+follow her example in its ingle-nooks. Our average cook thinks
+it good to use only lumps of orrell in the range, ignoring the
+possibilities of saving in any form. Now all housekeepers know that
+pokers should be absent from the hearth if we would limit coal
+bills; that cinders, sifted and washed, are most useful fuel for
+frying and laundry work; that a judicious admixture of wet slack
+with wood or "nuts" is advisable. There are two economical ways
+of building and maintaining good fires in our parlours. One is to
+ignite at the top and suffer to burn _downwards_. The other is to
+lay and light after the usual fashion and "backen" with a bucket
+of damp coal dust. Either procedure gives a fire that will burn
+for hours without attention, if not "raked" by Mary Jane. We need
+not, like the ghost in Hamlet, "be condemned to fast in fires" even
+in the House Economical, if we see that every hearth burns its
+own cinders--that the kitchen stove consumes every bit of table
+refuse--and that the coal man delivers eight bags of slack with
+every ton of coal.
+
+In the House Economical some laundry work must be done--by all
+means send out starched things. But Jaeger underclothing, and
+all flannels, last longer when washed at home. It has been said
+that servants, nowadays, are like monkey soap--and "will not wash
+clothes." But insertion of a clause in our hiring lease would show
+them what is required in this line. To keep woollies soft and
+unshrunken, they must be soaked in a bath containing two parts
+cold to one of hot water. In this, a handful of boiled soap jelly
+is stirred (to a lather) and to it one tablespoonful of ammonia
+(liquid) added. This volatile spirit loosens all dirt, and our
+clothing requires no rubbing, only a thorough rinsing. After shaking
+well, the garments must be hung out in a shady, sunless place to
+dry, and finished with a warm smoother. No "cast-iron back with a
+hinge in it" is required for scientific washing, and a few minutes'
+weekly supervision will enable the mistress of the House Economical
+to clothe her household in double garments without fear.
+
+In the House Economical we shall rigidly exclude everything fusty
+and dusty. Therefore carpets will be conspicuous by their absence
+from the sleeping-rooms, especially those threadbare old lengths
+and squares usually relegated to our bedrooms. Floors will be
+disinfected and stained, at the cost of a few pence, by the use of
+permanganate of potash, and polished with beeswax and turpentine.
+A cleanly smell, exemption from germs and spores and microbes,
+and knowledge of the perfectly sanitary condition of our sleeping
+chambers will result.
+
+"A stitch in time saves nine" is the motto writ large on the lintel
+of the House Economical. A supply of carpenterial tools, then,
+will always be at hand to prevent recourse to that most expensive
+luxury--the British workman. We shall oil locks and link chains,
+keep our window cords mended and its sash running free. We shall
+learn how to hammer and plane and file and screw. A bit and brace
+will be no wonderful instrument to us but a much-used friend. A
+handy man about the place is a well-known boon. Who can value at her
+right worth the handy woman?
+
+It is a well-known fact that "many hands make light work," but we
+must remember that limbs imply mouths, and that mouths must be
+filled. Hence, in the House Economical, each child will have its own
+vineyard to keep. Helpful, willing little fingers will be trained
+to usefulness. Our young folk find as much pleasure in _resultful_
+effort as in objectless employment--making beds can be as much
+"play" as arranging a doll's house--and Tommy can be taught to mend
+as well as to break.
+
+Perhaps, in the House Economical, we are inclined rather to forget
+that there is a time to spend as well as a time to keep (Eccles.
+iii.). The very fact of an economic course in general ought to help
+us to a liberal one at proper seasons. Cheese-paring and skinning a
+flint are occupations at all times to be avoided, more especially
+so when festivals or hospitality call for an open hand. The royal
+road to prosperity is bordered by scattered wealth and watered with
+generosity. The wisest of men said so, and I believe him.
+
+What can I say further of the many other avenues leading up to and
+from the House Economical? Of the soap to be bought by the stone and
+the soda in sacks? Of the plaice for luncheon instead of halibut?
+Of rhubarb mixed with cherries, and such like? In treating of such
+details in the House Economical, we are treading on less flowery
+meads than when considering its twin sisters--the Palace Beautiful
+and the House Comfortable. Yet, perhaps, it needs more real wisdom
+to run a family coach on economically pleasant lines than it does
+to be either artistic or cosy. "Common tasks require all the force
+of a trained intellect to bear upon them." So it needs a cultivated
+brain, sanctified common sense, and skilful hands, to brighten the
+everyday minutiae of life in the House essentially Economical.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE MINOR CANON'S DAUGHTER]
+
+THE MINOR CANON'S DAUGHTER
+
+_THE STORY OF A CATHEDRAL TOWN._
+
+By E. S. Curry, Author of "One of the Greatest," "Closely Veiled,"
+Etc.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+"BIP? BIP?"
+
+
+Mrs. Lytchett was paying a homiletic visit to Mrs. Bethune. She
+often did. She had great ideas of the duty of a Bishop's wife in
+keeping the wives of all the other clergy up to theirs; and there
+was much in the Bethune household that, in her opinion, required
+exceptional looking after. She liked Mrs. Bethune very much, and
+pitied her not a little. Just now, she must require help in managing
+Marjorie. A girl fresh from school--and not at all the school Mrs.
+Lytchett had advised for her--was almost always tiresome at first,
+till she had been settled into her place. Mrs. Lytchett meant to
+settle Marjorie.
+
+"Oh, I am glad to see you up, and looking well," she said, coming in
+briskly on the early afternoon's calm.
+
+Mr. Bethune put a chair for her beside his wife's sofa, and then sat
+down again to the littered table. He had long ago attuned himself
+to a placidity and aloofness in the midst of chatter which nothing
+ordinary could disturb.
+
+"How dreadfully busy Mr. Bethune looks! Is it another book?" Mrs.
+Lytchett said.
+
+With a murmured, "I had better go and look after the boys," Marjorie
+obeyed a glance from her mother's merry eyes, and went away through
+the window. She was apt to fret and rebel at Mrs. Lytchett's
+interferences, and was specially resentful at any implied criticism
+of her mother.
+
+"What a big girl Marjorie grows! She is quite startling sometimes.
+One forgets she isn't a child."
+
+"She has grown up early--to fill my place," with a little sigh.
+
+"Oh, I hope not," was the cheery response. "She could not do that,
+you know--at any rate, not so successfully. By the way, I came
+partly to ask about her. Is she engaged to Mr. Warde?"
+
+"Engaged? No. She is scarcely eighteen."
+
+"But he evidently admires her--there is no mistaking that--he takes
+complete possession of her. Now, what do you wish about it?"
+
+"It isn't what I wish," gently. "You are very kind--but Marjorie is
+a girl who will settle such a matter for herself."
+
+"Oh, but that is nonsense! Those things can always be managed with
+proper care."
+
+"But I should be sorry to have her managed. Nothing forced upon
+Marjorie will make her happy. She must be left to herself."
+
+"How mistaken! You would not leave her to herself if a bad man were
+in question."
+
+"I should take care not to put her in the way of a bad man," with
+dignity.
+
+"You would prevent her meeting him? Exactly; then why act
+differently when it is someone you like? However, there is time for
+that. There is another matter. Do you know anything of Mr. Pelham's
+household?"
+
+"No, nothing."
+
+"The Bishop likes him, thinks him a great acquisition, and he
+visits at Oldstead. I had him to dinner, and he and Charity sang
+nicely. I'm not sure," looking wise, "that there isn't something
+between----However, he sent his baby to see me this morning--a most
+wilful, spoilt little thing. That nurse will not do at all."
+
+"You share Sandy's opinion."
+
+"Ah! I heard your boys had taken to the baby. Perhaps that was
+what made her so tiresome this morning. I warned Mr. Pelham what
+mischiefs they were," candidly. "But the nurse is insufferable.
+Dressed in a sort of dove-coloured dress and a hat, and all her hair
+waved--kid gloves, and an embroidered skirt under her dress. I asked
+her if Mr. Pelham had given her leave to dress like that."
+
+"A man does not notice," said Mrs. Bethune, glad that Marjorie was
+not by to comment.
+
+"I told her that I should speak to him, as she did not seem to
+realise her own duty, and also about the child's dress. It was
+ridiculous."
+
+"A man could not know," suggested Mrs. Bethune.
+
+"She was very impertinent, and then we found that the baby had
+run away. We could not find her anywhere, and she had got to the
+Bishop's room through the window. It seems that your boys had shown
+her the way. It seems rather hard that the Bishop of the diocese
+shouldn't be free from intrusion in his own palace. And he was very
+busy--just going off."
+
+At mention of her boys a little tender smile crept into Mrs.
+Bethune's eyes. "He is always good to the boys," she said to the
+implied reproach.
+
+"Good, yes--but that should prevent advantage being taken. And the
+baby has a temper," pursued Mrs. Lytchett. "She fought and screamed
+when I took her from his knee. She is evidently being brought up
+very badly indeed. I am going to see about it now. Do you think
+he will be back? I hear," in accents of disgust, "that he rides
+backwards and forwards on one of those horrid bicycles."
+
+Mrs. Lytchett paused to wonder a little at the sudden flush
+suffusing Mrs. Bethune's face, but went on: "I hope he won't
+introduce these things into the Precincts, now we have kept them
+away so long. I should have thought they might very well be left to
+Blackton and such places."
+
+"Even the Duchess rides," Mrs. Bethune said softly. She felt
+guiltily conscious that Marjorie and Charity, under Mr. Pelham's
+instructions, had been riding for some days past--not only in the
+Deanery garden as at first, but far away into the country.
+
+"The Duchess is the Duchess," sharply. "She does and tolerates many
+things that seem to me a great pity."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mr. Pelham had ridden home early that day, with the idea in his mind
+of taking his baby down to the Canons' Court, and himself consulting
+Mrs. Bethune about her. Marjorie had said, "Mother will know";
+Charity had said, "Ask Mrs. Bethune, she is the nicest woman to
+consult"; and his own drawing in the direction where Marjorie might
+be found made him jump at the advice.
+
+But he had found a tearful nurse and a belligerent baby; and he was
+just emerging from a lively interview in the study, where he had
+been told that, "if she couldn't dress as seemed fitting in such
+a house, as the attendant of Miss Pelham, not just like a common
+nurse, she would like to give a month's notice," when he met Mrs.
+Lytchett crossing the hall to the drawing-room.
+
+"This is very kind of you," he began, conscious of an audible sniff
+and the angry rustle of skirts behind him; and before him, Mrs.
+Lytchett's tilted nose and stony eyes fixed in the same direction.
+He had a man's horror of a scene, and he glanced apprehensively at
+the turned-down corners of Mrs. Lytchett's mouth.
+
+"Bring Miss Barbara, nurse," he said hastily, and ushered his
+visitor into the drawing-room.
+
+"What a remarkable apartment!" Mrs. Lytchett said in her deep voice,
+looking round. "What alterations you have made!"
+
+"I hope you like it," he said courteously.
+
+"I daresay I shall, when I get used to it. I'm not one that approves
+of changes," she responded. Then turning from frivolities, she sat
+down and began seriously upon her business.
+
+"Your little girl came to see me this morning. I am afraid that
+nurse of yours is very unfit for her position, and is doing her
+great harm. She is spoilt and very wilful."
+
+"My little Barbara!" murmured Mr. Pelham, a pang filling his heart
+at such words in connection with his baby, followed immediately
+by a feeling that he should like to do some harm to his visitor.
+Just then the door was opened widely, and the baby stood within the
+doorway.
+
+To eyes not jaundiced, she was a perfect picture in a fitting
+frame. The sun shone in, through old stained glass, on the brown
+panelling of the hall behind her. A ray, through a side window of
+the drawing-room, fell upon her, lighting up her vivacious, dark
+beauty. Nurse, on seeing the visitor, had hastily given vent to her
+temper, and arrayed her in the latest Regent Street confection--a
+dainty short-waisted, long-skirted white satin frock trimmed with
+costly lace, under which the bare pink toes just peeped, for Barbara
+had scouted the accompanying shoes.
+
+With her face dimpling into smiles at sight of her father, she
+caught up her skirt with one hand and hurried towards him.
+
+"Noo f'ock," she called out.
+
+Then she recognised the visitor, and paused, remembering the
+morning's conflict, putting her finger into her mouth and
+considering. A little to her father's dismay she tilted her
+nose, and said interrogatively, "Bip? Bip?" much as if she were
+questioning a terrier. Then she slowly sidled to his knee, eyeing
+Mrs. Lytchett the while in evident doubt of her intentions.
+
+"Bip? Bip?" she queried again insistently, pointing her finger at
+the visitor.
+
+"What is it, Barbie?" her father asked gently.
+
+"She means the Bishop," explained the Bishop's wife in disgusted
+tones. "That is what she was screaming all through the hall this
+morning, when I brought her from his study. It is a dreadful name.
+You must say 'Bishop,' little one," she commanded in deep tones,
+bending towards the baby.
+
+Barbara was not easily frightened, but the atmosphere was stormy,
+and her dressing had been hurried. She glanced up into the stony
+eyes above her, and perhaps gauged the lack of sympathy. With a
+quiver of her rosy mouth she said faintly, "Barbedie say Bip," and
+having thus asserted herself, threw herself against her father's
+knees, her face buried. He afterwards related that he heard murmurs
+of the obnoxious monosyllable; but fortunately the situation was
+relieved by a piercing whistle that now sounded through the windows.
+
+As she heard it, a delighted smile came over Barbara's lifted
+face--a kind of record of past delight and future hope. She raised
+her hand, and pointed vaguely at the outside world.
+
+"Boy," she said ecstatically, wriggling hurriedly from her father's
+knee. It was Sandy's summons to his comrade, and she hastened to
+answer it.
+
+"I think it is the Bethune boys on their way home from school," Mr.
+Pelham said apologetically.
+
+"It certainly sounds like them--no one else could make such a
+dreadful noise," Mrs. Lytchett answered. "Are you going to let that
+child go out like that, with no shoes on, and in that dress? Ah,
+there!"
+
+[Illustration: "What a remarkable apartment!"]
+
+She had risen and approached the window, with the view of
+intercepting Barbara's exit. But the baby was too quick. Hastily
+wriggling down the steps, in a manner peculiarly her own, she
+was seized upon on either hand by David and Sandy--apt at quick
+evasions, as well as in seeing cause for them--and was striding
+with huge strides across the lawn. Point lace and satin were of
+no account with the Bethune boys, any more than were bare toes
+and a hatless head. The girl-baby, all smiles to them, they found
+delightful, no matter in what she might happen to be cased.
+
+[Illustration: His keen eyes took in all the details of the scene.]
+
+"That dress will be ruined," Mrs. Lytchett said tragically; and she
+proceeded with energy to convey her opinions as to the dressing
+of little children, as well as of their nurses. When she at last
+withdrew to pay a visit on the Green, Mr. Pelham closed the big gate
+behind her with a sigh of relief.
+
+"I daresay she is right," he thought. "But what unpleasant 'right.'
+I will ask Mrs. Bethune."
+
+He felt always irresistibly drawn by the dark beauty of Mrs.
+Bethune's eyes. No one could see the appeal in them without a pang.
+Even amidst her merriment, their wistful beauty somewhat belied it.
+Mr. Pelham found her helplessness and patience very pathetic. She
+looked so young to be a prisoner--so young, too, to be the mother of
+all those boys--whose noise was, however, curbed somewhat near her
+sofa.
+
+When she had heard his errand, she said, "I thought you had come
+for your little girl. She came down half an hour ago with my boys,
+in a dress fit for a princess. I feared they had stolen her away.
+We have ventured to take it off, and put her into one of the boy's
+blouses. I really couldn't let her go and dig in such clothes. Yes,"
+in response to his look, "they are all in the garden. Go and see if
+you like her in it, and then you shall have a pattern."
+
+Mr. Pelham, on emerging through the window into the garden, saw that
+the "all" included also Mr. Warde. That gentleman had shown himself
+disinclined to follow the Bishop's lead in being civil to the
+newcomer. He had not yet called on him--though when they met they
+were friendly in discussing mutual tastes.
+
+Mr. Warde was sitting with Marjorie under the beech tree on
+the lawn, and Mr. Pelham was struck by the look of intimacy,
+long-established, that the books and work scattered on the table
+seemed to prove between them. He could not know that Mr. Warde
+had joined Marjorie, after she had gone out to overlook the boys.
+He only saw that they were sitting together in the summer shade,
+talking in low voices--the man with a look on his face, and a
+possession in his attitude, which could not be mistaken--the girl
+with a wistful appeal shining in her dark eyes, which might well be
+a response.
+
+A cold doubt fell on the beholder as he walked slowly towards them,
+and his keen eyes took in all the details of the scene. He had
+heard rumours--Charity had half-revealed the understanding between
+them--but his heart had refused belief.
+
+Could it be that, after all, they were engaged? If so, he knew that
+life--which, with its new possibilities, had lately become strangely
+sweet--would again be a dark and careful problem.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+BETWEEN TWO LOVERS.
+
+
+Barbara had been exercising all her fascinations in beguiling Mr.
+Warde. She was attired in one of Orme's blue smocks, in which her
+small body was somewhat lost, but in which she was equally pretty as
+when attired in her own daintinesses. Her nurse had fostered in her
+a taste for dress, which so far prompted a desire for her father's
+approval; but the male tuition she was now under promised soon to
+qualify this taste.
+
+She had informed Mr. Warde of her importance in Orme's dress, and
+received his sympathy, with pretty little pattings down of the blue
+linen, until recalled to business by Sandy's whistle.
+
+"Bardedie go dig," she announced, showing all her white teeth in an
+alluring smile, and trotting off to the cave side.
+
+Down below, the boys were strenuously repairing the ravages of the
+thunderstorm, and all hands--and baskets--were in requisition.
+The _role_ of highwayman, like that of ghost, having palled, they
+were eager to begin the more important one of settler. David had
+arranged the start for the next day, and they were excitedly making
+preparations and collecting necessary stores.
+
+These included numerous and unlikely things.
+
+"Settlers have spades; we shan't want any, as ours isn't diggin'
+ground," objected David to Sandy's list.
+
+"It's ridic'lus to go settling wivout spades," said Sandy.
+
+"Less to carry, and there'll be enough, and it isn't like straight,
+even ground."
+
+"We must have a blanket. That can come off a bed. It's a mountain,
+Dave, 'member--the top of a mountain. An' our fambly to get up an'
+all. It'll be awfly hard," said Sandy, stopping for a moment in
+his burrowings to mop his heated face. Just then Barbara danced
+in, planting her feet in great delight in the damp mud Sandy had
+excavated.
+
+"Me," she demanded, "me too. Barbedie dig"; and, seizing a basket,
+she began to fill it, in keen emulation of Orme's business-like
+labour. Orme was a most useful coadjutor in anything. When once
+set to work, he always went on stolidly till he was told to stop,
+or till material failed him. Nothing in the way of temptation, no
+delight or allurement, could turn him aside.
+
+[Illustration: Marjorie lifted her head to meet his gaze.]
+
+Marjorie's tools, like his, were her two little fat hands, and these
+were soon, to her delight, plastered with mud.
+
+"How shall we get her?" inquired David, pausing and looking at the
+baby, working so ardently. "Must she come too?"
+
+"'Course she must," said Sandy. "We ain't got no other girl. 'Sides,
+it ud be a shame to leave her out just when the fun begins. She'll
+have to be fetched. We'll get her to tea."
+
+The boys' heads got together over schemes which grew more and more
+ambitious, and by the time the passage was cleared of the _debris_
+and mud, and the little ones shunted back from discovery of its
+exit, all details had been planned.
+
+Sandy, hearing voices, reconnoitred, with only his eyes above
+ground, to find out whether friend or foe were with Marjorie. He was
+delighted to see Barbara's father. Here was his opportunity.
+
+It was probably the dirtiest little boy in England who came
+persuasively to Mr. Pelham's side, holding the transformed
+Barbara--now almost equally dirty--by the hand.
+
+"Your baby likes our house," he said. "May she come to-morrow, and
+stop to tea?"
+
+Barbara, gazing with delight at her unrecognisable hands, held them
+up to her father's view; sufficient plea, she held these hands for a
+repetition of delight. And when Ross and Orme ambled up alongside,
+regarding him solemnly with their round blue eyes, awaiting his
+verdict, he said "Yes."
+
+Sandy's remnant of conscience prompted him to say, "We'll bring her
+back some time--honour bright. Don't want that nasty nurse prancing
+'bout."
+
+"Hush, Sandy!" said Marjorie.
+
+"Don't," reiterated Sandy sturdily; "her skirts scrape an'
+scratch--an' she screams if you do things sudden."
+
+"I hope it is quite safe," Marjorie said a little anxiously, as
+Barbara was marched off to the nursery by all her swains, to be
+cleaned, and reinstated in her satin gown. "Sandy doesn't quite
+realise what a baby she is."
+
+"No harm could happen on the way down," Mr. Pelham said
+thoughtfully, "and it is but a step from my gate to the Court. I
+have watched how careful they are with her."
+
+Marjorie's solicitude for his baby prompted him to inquire, rising
+unwillingly when that small person reappeared, "Are you dining at
+the Deanery to-morrow?"
+
+"Yes," answered Marjorie. "Charity has some musical people coming
+down from London--and you----"
+
+She paused, recollecting Charity's pretty air of possession when
+mentioning Mr. Pelham and his singing. She had said, "Mr. Pelham
+and I have been practising together a good deal--he sent for some
+new songs from town. Our voices suit perfectly--there are very few
+evenings, when we are disengaged, that he doesn't find his way down
+the hill."
+
+She did not mention the warm and recurrent invitation of the Dean.
+Nor could Marjorie realise the allurement of the pretty drawing-room
+with its charming hostess to the lonely man. Possibly, neither would
+she have believed that sometimes a visionary hope that he might find
+her with her friend had been his lure.
+
+Marjorie's was a home to which he did not often like to venture
+unasked. One evening, he had volunteered to be Charity's messenger;
+and he had been struck by the aloofness and quiet of the little
+scene into which he had been announced.
+
+The lamp, on the minor canon's table, shining white on the scattered
+papers, lit up his scholarly face, as, busy with his writing and the
+thoughts it brought, he turned a far-away gaze on the visitor.
+
+Another lamp, by Mrs. Bethune's sofa, shone on Marjorie's burnished
+head, and lighted the fragile beauty of her mother. Both were
+busy with needlework--the pretty smocks of the little boys. Mrs.
+Bethune's slender hands rested whilst she welcomed and talked
+to Mr. Pelham; but Marjorie's went on with their occupation. He
+noticed, too, the open book which lay upon the table; the quiet
+homeliness of this little scene, which yet Marjorie's rapidly moving
+fingers made part of a more strenuous life than the one he had just
+left; the work-a-day room in which were no luxuries, except the
+little table of hothouse flowers, always kept fresh and fragrant
+by Mrs. Bethune's many friends; and the bent, aloof figure of the
+student--all gave the room a totally different atmosphere from the
+luxurious apartment whence he had come. Its calm, and peace, and
+withdrawal, struck Mr. Pelham with a sense of chill. He had no part
+in it. Mother and child were enough for each other. Marjorie had
+none of Charity's pretty restlessnesses and fusses for her visitor's
+entertainment. As the conversation went on, she scarcely raised her
+eyes. He talked to Mrs. Bethune, prolonging the conversation that
+he might enjoy the quiet pose of Marjorie's slim figure, the pretty
+curves of cheek and ear, and the moving swiftness of her fingers.
+
+Only now and then Marjorie lifted her head to meet his gaze,
+with the wistful look now becoming habitual. For Mr. Warde's
+steady wooing, although, according to his promise, unvoiced, was
+sufficiently assiduous; and Marjorie was unconsciously making up
+her mind to a future which she realised would be a great delight
+to her parents. She was quite matter-of-fact about it. It did not
+occur to her that she was of sufficient importance to revolt at such
+a future. She did not once say to her mother, "It is my own life I
+have to live. Why should I marry Mr. Warde if I don't love him?" She
+put aside the fancies of a far different lover which, in moments of
+unrest, or rare idleness, filled her day-dreams.
+
+"Life isn't a fairy tale," she settled with a sigh, at the
+remembrance of an arresting look she could not banish. "He cares
+for Charity. Everybody says so. How can I be so silly? And yet--and
+yet----"
+
+"Could you not come up and see my house some day?" Mr. Pelham had
+asked that evening, as he was leaving. "Oh!" as a sudden thought
+struck him, "I have a carriage--scarcely ever used. I believe it
+could be made as comfortable as your chair. Would it shake you too
+much? And then," turning eagerly to Marjorie, "your mother could
+drive every day it was fine. It would be a kindness to use it!" he
+pleaded.
+
+Marjorie's face lit in response. "Mother does drive sometimes. Mr.
+Warde----" and with angry dismay, the looker-on beheld the mounting
+flush. "Oh, everybody is very kind in that way," she finished
+hurriedly.
+
+"But come and see my house and pictures," he persisted, turning to
+Mrs. Bethune. "Come to-morrow, and I will be at home to show you
+them, and see that you are not tired."
+
+The visit had been duly paid and enjoyed, and plans for others made,
+till it soon happened that, thanks also to the boys and Barbara,
+scarcely a day passed without communication between the Canons'
+Court and The Ridges.
+
+And so love, unconsciously fed and fostered, had grown apace.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was a silence under the beech tree after Mr. Pelham's
+departure, during which both Marjorie and Mr. Warde were busy with
+their own thoughts. It was broken by Mr. Warde.
+
+"When is that engagement to be announced? Is it settled yet?"
+
+"What engagement?"
+
+"Pelham and your friend, Charity. I never drop in of an evening but
+I find him there."
+
+"Perhaps he says the same about you," said Marjorie, a flash of
+mischief in her eyes.
+
+Mr. Warde's speech had broken in upon a dreamy wonder, which
+was making a song of joy in her heart, as to the meaning of Mr.
+Pelham's lingering look as he had said good-bye. With a start of
+recollection, and a pulling of herself together, Marjorie remembered
+that she had known this man, on whose looks she was dwelling, just
+six weeks. Six weeks! And this other man, sitting so near, with an
+air of possession at which her whole heart rebelled--though she
+quelled the expression she was longing to give way to--she had known
+all her life! All her life he had been intimate--one of them--as
+near almost as her father. And how good he had been to her, to them
+all! How the household would miss the constant care--first for one,
+then for another--which in so many ways he had evinced. Marjorie's
+conscience smote her when she recalled his many kindnesses, accepted
+as a matter of course, as between lifelong friends; kindnesses, as
+she quickly remembered, entirely on one side.
+
+The recollection of her mother's pleading for him drew Marjorie's
+eyes in mute questioning to his face. Would he feel very much if she
+could not bring herself to care for him? He looked so comfortable,
+and healthy, and prosperous. Surely it could not matter to him what
+a girl might do? And then--he turned, and looked at her suddenly, to
+meet the questioning in her eyes. A queer, rigid expression hardened
+his mouth. For a moment he waited, as though preparing for a blow.
+Then he stood up and looked down at her, shielding her by his action
+from any lookers-on from the windows.
+
+"Well, Marjorie, you have something to say to me?" and she heard him
+catch his breath, and pause to recover, before he added: "Say it
+quickly, dear. Have you changed? Have you reconsidered?"
+
+"Mother----" stammered Marjorie, taken by surprise; "no, I haven't
+changed, but----"
+
+"Yes," he encouraged; and he vaguely wondered that she was not
+stunned by the loud beating of his heart. It had come at last, what
+he longed for. It overmastered him.
+
+"Mother said--it is love." Her head was bent, and her voice was a
+whisper, scarcely audible in the soft summer air; but the man heard.
+
+"And you--and you?" he breathed.
+
+Marjorie lifted her eyes, startled. This--what was it?--this
+transforming emotion, shining in the eyes, usually so quiet? She
+shrank back.
+
+"No, do not," she implored. "I do not know--I do not feel like that."
+
+She made as though to rise, and pushed him gently away. What had she
+said? What had she done to cause such feeling?
+
+"Nay, Marjorie," he said, and he grew rigid again in self-control;
+"tell me what was in your mind. I will not vex you--I will claim
+nothing; only tell me--tell me," he entreated.
+
+Marjorie, looking into her memory, searched in vain for something
+that would meet this demand. A vague memory of her mother's
+words about marriage and Mr. Warde, mingled with the Duchess's
+conversation at the Deanery; a recollection of the constant coupling
+of Charity's name with that of Mr. Pelham; a tired feeling that
+she had been worsted in a struggle, and could no longer fight; a
+yearning for comfort in some undefined sorrow, to which she could
+give no name--a sense of irrevocableness, of emptiness, of ineffable
+longing. This is what Marjorie felt, and from which she turned, as
+human nature will turn from a hurt to which experience can give no
+cure.
+
+"I do not think--I do not know whether it is love," she said at
+last. The man winced unconsciously at the icy aloofness of the
+girlish voice. "But--if--you--care----" The words fell sighingly
+from her lips.
+
+"If I care?" he repeated slowly, and his voice was as cold as hers
+in the effort at repression; "if I care? Marjorie, I care so much
+that to make you happy, to win your love, I would give my life.
+My darling"--he paused--"how dear--how dear--I cannot make you
+understand. You shall never regret--never!"
+
+He looked down for a second at the bowed white face, so unlike the
+face of a happy girl hearing her lover tell that she is beloved, and
+said softly:
+
+"You will like to be alone; I will go. Do not think of me in any
+other way than as just your old friend, until--until you give it me
+willingly. I will claim nothing more."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+MISSING!
+
+
+"What's he been doin', Margie?"
+
+Ages had passed, so it seemed to Marjorie, since the departure of
+Mr. Warde, when Sandy's question reached her ear. All the boys were
+standing round, looking at her with inquisitive concern. Marjorie,
+a limp heap, inattentive, unready to listen to them, was a new
+experience. Ross and Orme had tender hearts, not yet hardened
+by contact with an unsympathetic world. The latter had dug his
+elbows into his sister's knees, and was looking up pitifully into
+the far-away eyes that did not even yet see him. Conscious of the
+blankness, Orme felt moved to whimper; Ross thumped with sturdy
+fists the limp knees which, hitherto, for baby weaknesses had
+provided firm support.
+
+"What's he been doin', Margie?"
+
+As the question reached her far-away consciousness, Marjorie came
+back to reality with a sudden start. Mr. Warde had forgotten that
+the boys were still in the garden, so occupied was he and so quiet
+were they. But as the tea-hour approached, first one, then another,
+finally all four pairs of eyes had been cautiously lifted above
+ground to survey the situation.
+
+Something, perhaps, in Mr. Warde's appearance, some intuition of
+unwonted agitation in the interview going on under their eyes, had
+warned David against intrusion, and he had held Sandy back until the
+visitor was gone.
+
+[Illustration: "Seems you're struck all of a heap, Margie!"]
+
+"Seems you're all struck of a heap, Margie," said David now. "Has he
+been scolding?"
+
+"Not exactly," faltered Marjorie; she could not meet the inquiring
+glances bent on her from all sides. She felt sore and shaken; and
+the familiar faces brought back to her recollection the full meaning
+of the interview through which she had just passed. What had she
+done? what had she said? With a shock she realised that she had
+agreed to become Mr. Warde's wife. Her whole soul shrank.
+
+"Ain't we goin' to have any tea?" Sandy inquired, his mind bent on
+an opportunity for the acquisition of stores.
+
+"Is it tea-time?"
+
+"Bell went ever so long ago."
+
+"Didn't you hear it, Margie?" Ross inquired, much impressed at such
+absent-mindedness.
+
+"No, Ross. Go in, all of you, and get clean," Marjorie ordered,
+glancing from one to another, feeling less like a victim under
+the eyes of her judges now that they too were in a position to be
+criticised.
+
+"'Stead of eatin' much," Sandy had exhorted beforehand, "you've got
+to save."
+
+If Marjorie had not been so occupied with her own perplexities, she
+must have noticed, first, the ravenous appetite of the four; next,
+the rapidity with which the bread-and-butter and cake disappeared.
+All the pockets were bulging when Ross was deputed to say grace, but
+the little boy's face looked very disconsolate indeed. Regardless of
+Sandy's frowns, after struggling through the formula, in accents of
+lingering unwillingness, he added--
+
+"Ain't had a good tea--me hungry as hungry."
+
+"Me, too," said Orme hopefully.
+
+Marjorie glanced suspiciously round on the faces of her brothers,
+and then at the empty board. Even so preoccupied as she was, she
+could not but suspect that some means, other than natural ones, must
+have been used to banish all that food. And when the same thing
+happened the next afternoon also, when a more than usually varied
+abundance graced the table in honour of Barbara's visit, she spoke.
+
+"I can't think," she was beginning to protest, when, to Sandy's
+delighted relief, Mrs. Lytchett was announced as being in the
+drawing-room, and asking specially for her.
+
+"Oh, dear!" sighed Marjorie, her mind travelling back to all her
+misdemeanours. "What can it be? I hope not the cycling."
+
+But it was. There was an amused flash in her mother's eyes, while
+Mrs. Lytchett's lips looked as though they were carved in stone, so
+very determined was her aspect.
+
+"I hope it isn't true, Marjorie, what I hear?" she said in aggrieved
+tones.
+
+"What is that?" asked Marjorie.
+
+"Three of those horrid bicycles passed me this afternoon close,
+whirling by at a furious pace. I had been to the Deanery, to tell
+Charity how sorry the Bishop was to miss her music. She wasn't in;
+and passing the garden entrance--the garden entrance--ah, I see it
+is true!"
+
+For Marjorie's aspect was unmistakable. It was one of guilt. She did
+nothing, but sat down in a somewhat limp manner in the chair near
+which she stood, and looked blankly at her inquisitor.
+
+"So I asked; I could scarcely believe my eyes. That young footman
+was lounging near; I suppose he was waiting for the bicycles,
+wasting his time. And he said you have all been riding a long time."
+
+"Not so very long," Marjorie answered in excusing accents. "Only
+about a month."
+
+Mrs. Bethune laughed, though she looked at Marjorie anxiously. When
+they were not too bitter, she enjoyed the humour of the encounters
+between Mrs. Lytchett and Marjorie. Generally the latter showed
+fight; but all that day she had been unusually quiet.
+
+"I thought you knew how much the Bishop and I hated the horrid
+things."
+
+The tones were deeply reproachful.
+
+"I thought--he--had changed," Marjorie stammered.
+
+"No; he will never change, neither shall I"--in accents of
+certainty. "The Bishop thinks them most unbecoming. How did you
+learn? I hope that young footman----" She paused, unable to put into
+words the suspicion she had conjured up.
+
+"We learnt--Mr. Pelham showed us--in the Deanery garden. It isn't
+difficult."
+
+"I am sorry you didn't think more of your position in Norham before
+setting such an example. And they cost so much!"
+
+"Mine was a present," murmured Marjorie, unwontedly gentle.
+
+"A present! From Mr. Pelham?"
+
+"It came with Charity's."
+
+"From the Dean. Oh! that is different."
+
+Marjorie's memory went back to the sunshiny afternoon under the
+chestnuts at the Deanery, when the two new glittering machines--just
+arrived from the maker--had been brought out to Charity's tea-table.
+
+"One for me!" she had exclaimed, reading the label in delight. "How
+kind of the Dean!"
+
+But when she thanked the Dean, in pretty gratitude, a little later,
+he had disclaimed the gift.
+
+"Who sent for it for me? Can it really be for me? Not Mr. Pelham,
+surely?" (for it was he who, at the Dean's request, had ordered
+Charity's). He, too, disowned being the giver.
+
+"But you know?" Marjorie asked.
+
+"Yes, I know. The giver is one who has every right to give you
+pleasure."
+
+Something in his manner put her on the track, and she remembered
+that the Bishop had been in the garden when the purchase had been
+talked about. When she saw him next, he did not disavow her thanks.
+
+"I like to see you enjoying yourself, my dear," he answered in his
+kind tones. "I thought how bright and happy you both looked the
+other day. Only don't have any accidents."
+
+"I don't think it was the Dean," Marjorie's truthful nature prompted
+her to answer now. "It was--the Bishop."
+
+"And I asked him not! I begged him not to carry out his intention.
+Poor Norham!" with a sigh, "it has given in at last, and now you and
+Charity have started, every girl in the place will follow. I blame
+the Duchess."
+
+When the visitor had gone, Marjorie stood for a moment at the
+window, anxiously watching Sandy speeding up the garden as fast as
+his legs could carry him.
+
+"The boys have got some scheme on, I believe, mother," she said.
+"Dave and Sandy have been full of mystery all day, and Ross is
+pompous. I wish we weren't going to leave you alone to-night," she
+said tenderly.
+
+"I like you to go with your father, dear--he will not stay for the
+music, so I shall not be alone long. And now--I must expect to lose
+you gradually, dear."
+
+"Oh, not yet." With passion Marjorie pushed the thought away.
+
+Many little hindrances occurred whilst she was dressing. One knock
+preceded the entrance of Sandy, an unwonted visitor at such a time.
+He looked eager and excited; but he stood fidgeting by Marjorie's
+dressing-table, watching the arrangement of her hair, and did not
+appear in any hurry to explain what he needed.
+
+"Is all girl's hair done like that? What a bover it must be," he
+remarked after a little time. "I _should_ like that tiny, squinchy,
+soft brush, Margie."
+
+"What for?"
+
+"To brush Barbie's hair. It's in a awfle mess."
+
+"Well, take it," said Marjorie kindly. "And it's time you took her
+home. She goes to bed at seven, and you promised."
+
+"Yes, but"--objected Sandy eagerly--"not to-day. Mr. Pelham said she
+might stay a bit longer. Is your bed or mine biggest, Margie?"
+
+"Mine. What a funny boy you are, Sandy."
+
+"Could I have a blanket off your bed, Margie? Nurse'll fuss ever so,
+if I take ours--an' I can't poss'bly do wivout one."
+
+Marjorie's thoughts had passed away from her little brother and
+his needs; and the absent assent she gave was enough for Sandy. He
+dragged the blanket from the bed, and ran off, hugging it in his
+arms. He found always that directness was his best aid. Not often
+did Sandy beat about the bush.
+
+Marjorie went down, cloak and gloves in hand, a dainty, graceful
+figure in her soft white dress. Her father was waiting for her,
+sitting in unwonted idleness by her mother's sofa.
+
+Marjorie looked at them curiously as she crossed the floor, noting,
+as she would not have noted another time, that her mother's hand was
+clasped in her father's. Love, the love she had pledged herself to,
+was theirs. They loved each other well, it was easy to see; though,
+to Marjorie, it seemed impossible that her dignified father could
+ever have told his love behind a door.
+
+Her aspect was stern, like that of a young judge, as she looked down
+upon them now. Somehow, to her, love's outward features were no
+longer fair.
+
+"You look very nice, Margie," her mother said softly, looking at the
+tall, slim form, crowned by its cold pure face. "That dress is a
+success. Look, father."
+
+Mr. Bethune turned his eyes upon his daughter, and smiled.
+
+"Yes," he said; "she looks sweet and clean. She is like you,
+Alysson," his voice lingering and breaking, "in the old days."
+
+[Illustration: Anxiously watching Sandy speeding up the garden.]
+
+Marjorie heard, wondering. Alysson! How sweet the name sounded with
+that caressing accent on its second syllable. This was the first
+time she had ever heard her father call her mother thus.
+
+She walked beside him through the evening sunset, down the Canons'
+Court, to the music of the cathedral chimes; her cloak cast round
+her emphasising the youthful slenderness, which made her seem so
+tall. Mr. Warde, from the Deanery steps, watched them approach, his
+heart bounding with delight at her fairness. Only when they reached
+the door, a thought occurred to Marjorie, and she turned to her
+father in a little concern.
+
+"I saw nothing of the children. I quite forgot them. Did you see
+them?"
+
+"Mother said"--it was work-a-day "mother" now, not the tenderly
+breathed "Alysson"--"that they had gone off, she thought, with
+Pelham's baby."
+
+[Illustration: The hasty, flying figure.]
+
+"Oh! I hope so," said Marjorie, with a little cold thrill of
+prophetic fear. "How careless of me not to see! However, mother will
+see that it is all right."
+
+Charity's London friends had been late in arriving, and dinner had
+been put back a little to give them time to dress. It was about
+half-finished, and the timepiece on the mantelshelf was chiming
+half-past nine, when Marjorie saw a footman speaking to her father
+at the other end of the table.
+
+Mr. Bethune asked a quick question or two, and then rose and slipped
+away.
+
+Marjorie wondered for a moment, and then again grew interested in
+her neighbour's talk. When Charity's signal drew the ladies into the
+hall, she was detained a second by the enveloping skirt of one of
+the ladies.
+
+A colloquy was going on at the hall door. The soft night air
+streamed in, feeling cool and grateful to Marjorie's heated cheek.
+As she lingered, she caught the hurried words in a familiar voice--
+
+"Tell Mr. Pelham, please, immediate! Mr. Bethune is gone to the
+police--but he is to go, and Miss Bethune, at once to Mrs. Bethune.
+Poor lady, she is----"
+
+With a little cry, Marjorie was at the door.
+
+"What is it, nurse?" she asked breathlessly. "Barbara?"
+
+Almost with a note of triumph at the importance of her news, the
+woman said, "Neither Miss Barbara nor any of the young gentlemen can
+be found anywhere, miss. They have all clean disappeared. Oh, sir,"
+in accents of direful import, as Mr. Pelham reached Marjorie's side,
+"Miss Barbara is lost!"
+
+Down the steps, waiting for no wrap, sped Marjorie; and the
+twilight, now descending on the Canons' Court, closed her in. For a
+second, through the dimness, Mr. Pelham saw the hasty, flying figure
+in its soft white robe, and caught a glimpse of her face. It was a
+vision that burnt itself on his memory.
+
+Mr. Warde leapt with him down the wide steps.
+
+"We shall soon find her, never fear," he said kindly--he had only
+heard the end of nurse's message. "I will call my servants, and be
+with you directly."
+
+  [END OF CHAPTER NINE.]
+
+
+
+
+PROSPECT AND RETROSPECT.
+
+By the Rev. George Matheson, M.A., D.D., F.R.S.E., St. Bernard's,
+Edinburgh.
+
+     "But many of the priests and Levites and chief of the fathers,
+        who were ancient men, that had seen the first house, when the
+        foundation of this house was laid before their eyes, wept with
+        a loud voice; and many shouted aloud for joy."--EZRA iii. 12.
+
+
+One of the finest and most poetic touches of human nature occurs in
+the most prosaic book of the Bible--the Book of Ezra. It is like a
+single well-spring in a dry, parched land, like one lingering leaf
+of autumn in the heart of winter. It is found at that scene where
+the foundation of the new Temple is laid. The passage thus records
+the mingled feelings of the spectators: "But many of the priests and
+Levites and chief of the fathers, who were ancient men, that had
+seen the first house, when the foundation of this house was laid
+before their eyes, wept with a loud voice; and many shouted aloud
+for joy."
+
+The passage is suggestive for all time. We see it repeated at the
+opening of every January. Nay, it is not limited to inauguration
+days; it recurs wherever youth and age are found side by side. At
+the presentation of every new thing there are two attitudes among
+the crowd--the young shout and the old weep. They are looking
+through two different glasses--hope and memory. Neither of them is
+worshipping in the building in which they stand. Youth sees the
+house gilded by the rays of to-morrow; age beholds it overshadowed
+by the light of yesterday. Youth claps its hands over its coming
+possibilities; age says, "It is nothing to what used to be in the
+old days." Youth disparages the first temple, and says the new is
+better; age exclaims with the Scottish poetess:--
+
+    "There ne'er shall be a new house
+     Can seem so fair to me."
+
+You will observe that in neither of these cases is the attitude
+pessimistic. Both see roses; both are agreed that a happy time is
+somewhere; but they differ as to where the roses lie. Youth sees
+them at the end; age beholds them at the beginning. The one has
+placed its Garden of Eden in the future; the other has planted it in
+the past. Both are optimists; but they seek their goal by opposite
+ways. Youth is for advance; it cries with a loud voice, "Speak to
+the children of Israel, that they go forward." Age is for retreat,
+for regress toward a former day; it would say with the ancient poet,
+"Return unto thy rest, O my soul."
+
+Which is right? Neither. Both are one-sided; each ignores something
+in the other. Let us begin with youth--the tendency to disparage the
+past, to set hope against memory. It forgets something--that hope
+is itself an inheritance of the past. Why does youth clap its hands
+previous to experience? It is because the young man has got in his
+blood the experience of past generations, and the result has been on
+the side of happiness rather than of misery. If the result had been
+on the side of misery, youth would not have hoped; it would have
+despaired. Instinct is the fruit of past habit; instinctive hope
+must come from long prosperity. Christianity itself has propagated
+from sire to son an inheritance of hope; Christ in us becomes the
+hope of glory. Paul declares that the highest ground for hope is to
+be found in the past: "He that spared not His own Son, shall He not
+with Him also freely give us all things?" He means that nothing in
+the future need be too much to expect after this exhibition of love
+in the past. The handing down of such a thought is alone sufficient
+to create sunshine. It causes the average child in a Christian
+population to be born an optimist--to come into the world with an
+expectation of blue sky, and to dream of a good for which he has no
+warrant in personal experience.
+
+But if youth is one-sided in disparaging the past, age is also so
+in disparaging the future, in dwelling on the past exclusively.
+The old man tends to say that the former days were better than
+these. If he could get back to these former days, he would make a
+discovery. He would find that, in point of fact, there was not one
+of them which was not lit by to-morrow's sky. Take the boy's game.
+To one looking back through the years, it seems to have been a pure
+enjoyment of the hour; in truth, it was never so. What the boy saw
+was more than the game of play; it was the game of life. To him the
+game was an allegory: it represented something beyond itself--the
+chances of the world. That which made him glad in his success, that
+which made him sad in his defeat, was not mainly the fact but the
+omen. The game was to him rather a sign of the future than an event
+of the hour. Or take the girl's doll. Was that purely a pleasure
+of the hour? Nay; the hour had very little to do with it. She was
+living in a world of imagination--a world to come. The doll to her
+represented motherhood. She had already in fancy a house of her
+own. She reigned; she administered; she managed; she had put away
+childish things. There are no moments so speculative as our real
+moments; no sphere is so full of to-morrow as what we call the
+events of the hour.
+
+But, although each view separately is one-sided, there is an extreme
+beauty in their union. It is one of the finest laws of Providence
+that youth should see the end at the beginning, and that age should
+see the beginning at the end. Let us glance at each in turn. Let us
+begin with youth. And let us remember what is the problem before
+youth: it is, how to advance. Now, I have no hesitation in saying
+that nothing causes us to advance but a vision of the future.
+Paradoxical as it may sound, if there is to be progress, the end
+must get behind the beginning and push it on. No other vision will
+impel us forward. The past will not. I do not think the effect
+even of _bright_ memories is stimulating; they tend rather to make
+us fold the hands. The present will not. How short is the effect
+of any actual joy! If a windfall comes to you, you contemplate it
+perhaps for a few moments exclusively; presently you say, "What
+will my friend think when he hears of it?" The thing itself is not
+sufficient. It cannot bear the weight even of five minutes. It is
+incapable of self-sustenance. It would die at its birth if it were
+not supported by to-morrow.
+
+Therefore it is that God leads on the youth of individuals and
+communities, not by a sight of their environment, but by a vision
+of the end. He shows them the end without perspective--without
+the years between. He knows that by nature the child ignores all
+between--that in the presence of any coming joy he cries, "Not
+to-morrow, nor to-morrow, nor to-morrow, but the next day." And so
+our Father has always begun by showing us the next day. He came
+to Abraham and said, "Get thee out of thy country, and I will
+make of thee a great nation." He did not tell him that Egypt and
+the desert and the Jordan lay between. If He had, his steps would
+have been paralysed on the threshold. Did you ever ask yourself
+what is the earliest revealed doctrine of the New Testament? Is it
+justification, sanctification, effectual calling, the perseverance
+of the saints? No, it is none of these: it is the second coming of
+Christ--the completed glory of redeeming love. When Paul sat down
+to write his first epistle to the Thessalonians--the earliest book
+of the New Testament--he began at the end. He let the world hear
+the final bells ringing across the snow. He concealed the snow;
+he veiled the intervening years; he said, "To-morrow." He did not
+tell that a Red Sea of trouble and a desert of visionless waiting
+lay between. And he was right. Men heard only the bells, and the
+bells lured them on. They helped them to tread the snow; they nerved
+them to cross the sea. They sustained them to meet the desert. They
+sounded nearer than they were; they rang ever the one refrain,
+"Christ is coming"; and the persistent strain of to-morrow hid the
+jarring of the passing day.
+
+But if it is benevolent that youth should see the end at the
+beginning, it is no less a bounteous provision that age should
+see the beginning at the end. "Say not that the former days were
+better than these" is a counsel wise and true. But it is none the
+less wise and true that to the eye of the old man the past ought
+to be _glorified_. It ought to be glorified because it _needs_ to
+be glorified. The past never got justice while it was passing.
+Childhood ignored it; youth disparaged it. The hour laid gems at
+our feet which we did not see, or which, seeing, we despised. We
+kept asking when Elias would come; and Elias had come already. To
+us, as to Moses, the hand of God was laid over the face while God
+was passing by; we did not discern the actual blessings of the day.
+Are we never to discern them here below? Must we go hence without
+seeing the world in which we dwell? Shall we be sent forth to gaze
+on things unseen before we have looked at the objects which have
+been actually in our hands? God says "No." He says the past must
+be righted, righted on the earth, righted _by_ the earth. He has
+appointed a day even here in which each man shall judge the world in
+which he has dwelt--in which he shall reverse his former judgment.
+The crooked shall be seen straight, the rough places shall appear
+plain, the glory of the Lord, which was veiled in passing, shall be
+recognised in retrospect; and the end will pronounce the beginning
+to have been indeed very good.
+
+Therefore it is that the eyes of the aged men rest more on the old
+house than on the new. The old is to them really a new house. They
+have seen it for the first time. They did not see it when they were
+living in it; their eyes were then on the _coming_ temple, and the
+voice of the present God spoke to them unheard. Therefore, on the
+quiet road to Emmaus--the road of life's silent afternoon--God shows
+them the disappearing form of yesterday; and, like Jacob, they
+exclaim in deep surprise, "Surely the Lord was in this place, and we
+knew it not; this was none other than the house of God."
+
+And this explains something which otherwise I could not understand.
+In the Book of Revelation the host of the redeemed in heaven are
+represented as singing two songs--the song of Moses and the song of
+the Lamb. Why two? The song of Moses I can readily understand; it is
+the triumph of the _future_--the shout over the coming emancipation.
+But why sing the song of the Lamb? Why chant a paean over the
+sacrifices of yesterday? Why allow the dark memories of the past to
+dim the glory of the approaching day? Is there not something which
+jars upon the ear in the union of two anthems such as these?
+
+[Illustration: THE REV. DR. MATHESON.
+
+(_Photo: J. Horsburgh and Son, Edinburgh._)]
+
+No; there would be something jarring without it. All other heavens
+but that of the Bible sing the song of Moses alone; they ask nothing
+more than to be free from the pain of yesterday. The heaven of
+Christ would be content with no such aspiration. It deems it not
+enough to promise the joys of to-morrow--the golden streets, and the
+pearly gates, and the luscious fruits of an unfading summer's bloom.
+It seeks to connect the future with the past, to show that in some
+sense the glory had its birth in the gloom. It would reveal to us
+that the golden streets have arisen from our desert, that the pearly
+gates have opened from our brick walls, that the luscious fruits
+have sprung from the very ground which we used to deem barren. It
+would tell us that the crown has been made from the materials of
+our cross, that the day has come out of our dusk, and that we have
+climbed the heights of Olivet by ascending the steps of Calvary.
+
+And is not the heaven of Christ true in this to human nature? What
+you and I are seeking is not merely nor even mainly emancipation.
+That would be something, but not all; I want a justification of
+my past bonds. It is not enough to be able to say "I am all right
+_now_." Have I not wasted time? Are there not years which the
+locusts have eaten? Might not this emancipation have come sooner?
+Why should I not always have been free? Is it any vindication of
+God's dealings with Job that at the end he gets back houses and
+brethren and lands? No; that is a mere appendage to the story.
+The patriarch wants to learn, and _we_ want to learn, why he was
+afflicted at all. We are not satisfied merely because the grey is
+followed by the gold. We wish to know that the grey has _made_ the
+gold. The song of Moses may tell how the peace came _after_ the
+storm; but the song of the Lamb alone can say, "God answered Job
+_out of_ the whirlwind."
+
+Our future, then, like our present, must be a blending of memory and
+hope. The stones of the heavenly temple must be stones that have
+been hewn in the quarry of time; otherwise they will _not_ sparkle
+in the sun. The marriage supper of the Lamb is a union of to-morrow
+and yesterday; no other bells will ring Christ in for me. Grace is
+not enough; it must be justifying grace--grace that vindicates my
+past. In vain shall I walk by the crystal river, in vain shall I
+stand upon the glassy sea, if the light upon each be only the sun of
+to-morrow. My sea must be "glass mingled with _fire_"--calm that has
+been evolved by tempest, rest that has grown out of struggle, beauty
+that has shaped itself through seeming anarchy, joy that has been
+born of tears. To-morrow morning and yesterday evening must form
+together one day--a day in which the imperfections of the old house
+will explain the symmetry of the new, and in which the symmetry of
+the new will compensate for the short-comings of the old. So shall
+the first and second temple receive a common glory, and memory and
+hope shall be joined for evermore.
+
+[Illustration: signature]
+
+
+
+
+"NOT TOO LATE."
+
+By the late Rev. Gordon Calthrop, M.A.
+
+
+    The cords were knotted round me fast,
+    I writhed and plucked them as I lay;
+    But Sin too well her net had cast--
+    I could not tear myself away.
+    Then hissed a voice, "Give up the strife;
+    Too late thou seek'st to change thy life."
+    Another spake--"Make God thy Friend,
+    And then 't is not too late to mend."
+
+    But I had scorned the proffered love,
+    And bidden Heav'n's angels from me flee;
+    How could I think that Heaven would move
+    To stretch a helping hand to me?
+    So hissed the voice, "Give up thy hope:
+    Some paths to hell _must_ downward slope."
+    The other said, "God is thy Friend;
+    Why should it be too late to mend?"
+
+    The time was bitter. Ah! how oft
+    I almost dashed aside the cup!
+    But Hope her banner waved aloft,
+    And God's great Son still held me up.
+    And if the voice hissed, "Thou art long
+    In conqu'ring foes so old and strong,"
+    The other cried, "With God thy Friend
+    It cannot be too late to mend."
+
+    And when the bitter day was done,
+    And forth the demons howling fled,
+    I went to strengthen many a one
+    Whom, like me, Sin had captive led:
+    I told them, though a voice of fear
+    Might speak of ruin in their ear,
+    Another said, "God is thy Friend,
+    It cannot be too late to mend."
+
+
+
+
+AN AMERICAN BOY-EDITOR
+
+AND HIS "BAREFOOT MISSION."
+
+By Elizabeth L. Banks.
+
+[Illustration: TELLO J. D'APERY AT THE AGE OF TWELVE.
+
+(_Photo: Eisenmann, New York._)]
+
+
+"_The Sunny Hour_--A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls. Published
+and Edited by Tello d'Apery, a Boy twelve years old."
+
+This was the inscription which appeared on the title-page of a
+new periodical which made its appearance in New York a few years
+ago. Editors of important daily and weekly newspapers, finding
+the pretty brown-covered magazine on their desks along with more
+ambitious-looking first numbers of other periodicals, stopped in the
+midst of their work to glance over the result of a twelve-year-old
+editor's work. Accustomed as they were to reading and hearing
+of prodigies in America, the land of prodigies, they were yet
+surprised at the enterprise, not to say the audacity, of the young
+boy who essayed to put himself before the public as the editor and
+proprietor of a magazine.
+
+"The commercial instincts of the American nation show themselves in
+its very infants!" they reflected amusedly. "A few years hence that
+twelve-year-old, grown to be a man, is likely to make Wall Street
+hum."
+
+Commercial instincts! Well, yes, perhaps, but of an order more
+likely to bring about results in the neighbourhood of Baxter Street
+and the other poverty-stricken haunts of the lowly East Side than
+among the brown-stone business palaces of Wall Street.
+
+Turning to the first "leader" written by the young editor on his
+editorial page, the literary critics were told in childish language
+why so small a specimen of humanity had dared to venture into the
+world of letters.
+
+"I am twelve years old," ran the leading article, "so I hope all the
+public will excuse any mistakes I make in my paper. I am publishing
+it to earn money to buy new boots and shoes and get old ones mended
+for poor boys and girls in New York who have to go barefooted.
+That's what I'm going to do with all the profits. I want to make
+enough money to rent a house where I can have my offices and lots of
+room for a Barefoot Mission, where the boys and girls in New York
+can come and get boots for nothing. I hope the public will buy my
+paper, which is a dollar a year and ten cents for single copies."
+
+     How to Manage Fathers and Mothers.
+
+     BY THE EDITOR.
+
+     I have had a father and mother twelve years, and I am said to
+     manage them pretty well, and I am going to tell all boys and
+     girls just how I do it, and it would do no harm for them to try
+     the same plan and see how it works in their cases.
+
+     FACSIMILE OF AN EXTRACT FROM NO. 1 OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."
+
+So it happened that when the important editors of New York and other
+large cities read the leading article in the first copy of _The
+Sunny Hour_, there was a kindness and gentleness in their tones as
+they threw the little periodical over to the "exchange editors,"
+saying, "Here, this little thing isn't a bad idea at all! Be sure
+you notice it in your reviews."
+
+I doubt if any other new paper ever published received from its
+contemporaries such kind and encouraging "press notices" as did _The
+Sunny Hour_, and when it appeared upon the stalls for sale the
+newsdealers sold a great many copies.
+
+[Illustration: OFFICE OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."]
+
+When the first number of his magazine was off his hands, little
+Tello began to think of ways and means for insuring its success
+and getting as much money as he could for his Barefoot Mission. He
+decided that he must have patrons, and so with his own hands he
+folded up and addressed copies of his paper to many great people of
+whom he had heard. One of the papers went to the Queen of England,
+and along with it was posted a letter to her Majesty telling her all
+about his paper and his mission and asking her to let her name go
+first on his list of patrons. What mattered it to the Queen that she
+was simply addressed as "Dear Queen" by the little American boy who
+wanted her for his patron! In the reply which she sent through Sir
+Henry Ponsonby, she told him of her interest in his noble work and
+gladly became his first patron.
+
+Letters and papers were also sent to the Empress of Russia, the
+Queen-Regent of Spain, Queen Olga of Greece, Queen Elizabeth of
+Roumania, the Khedive, and numerous other royalties, all of whom
+wrote to him and became his patrons and subscribers. The great
+Church dignitaries of America, Europe, and Asia, wrote charming
+letters to the boy-editor, subscribing for his paper and saying that
+they would like to be considered patrons of _The Sunny Hour_ Mission.
+
+After the first number of the magazine appeared, the list of
+contributors became a very notable one indeed. The Queen of Roumania
+(Carmen Sylva) wrote several autograph poems for it, and sent an
+autographed photograph for publication. The Prince of Montenegro,
+Prince Albert of Monaco, Prince Roland Bonaparte, Osman Pasha (Grand
+Master of Ceremonies to the Sultan), Pierre Loti, Sir Edwin Arnold,
+Mr. Justin McCarthy, Sully-Prudhomme, the Rev. Edward Everett Hale,
+Marion Harland, and many other literary celebrities, had articles,
+stories, and poems in _The Sunny Hour_, for which they asked no
+reward, except the knowledge that they were helping to sell the
+paper and thus putting shoes on little bare feet.
+
+[Illustration: WAITING OUTSIDE THE MISSION-HOUSE.]
+
+With the money that came in from the subscriptions and
+advertisements for the paper, a building on Twenty-fourth Street
+was rented as an editorial and mission house. It was fitted up in
+the most practical way possible, with a play-room for the very
+little "Barefoots," a library for the older ones, a reception-room
+for "Barefoots," a storeroom for boots and shoes, and the editorial
+and publishing offices of _The Sunny Hour_. Though the help of
+grown-up people was always gladly received, only little folks were
+employed about the headquarters of the boy-editor and missionary.
+His assistant editor was a boy of his own age, Jack Bristol, whose
+happy face and manner gained for him the title of "Jolly Jack."
+Three small boys, friends of the editor, were the type-setters and
+printers. They had a small steam press on which they printed the
+magazine. Florencia Lewis, a young girl, acted as secretary and
+general manager.
+
+I must not forget to mention another very important employee of the
+mission, who acted as carrier and distributer of boots and shoes to
+the little "Barefoots." He also was of very tender years--or rather
+I should say months, for Prince Roland Bonaparte, the St. Bernard
+puppy, though very much larger than many of the children who took
+the shoes he carried to them in his mouth, was only a few months
+old when the mission was started. "Prince," as he was called for
+short, was (and is) one of the most indefatigable and enthusiastic
+supporters of the Barefoot Mission in New York. As a puppy he always
+had a place of honour in the reception-room where the barefooted
+children went to make their requests. By the time he was four months
+old "Prince" learned to tell a "Barefoot" on sight, so that, as soon
+as a poor little shivering tot made its appearance, the puppy would
+wag his tail and gravely trot into the storeroom, procure a pair of
+boots, and, returning, lay them at the bare feet of the applicant.
+It must be confessed that "Prince's" sagacity, great though it was,
+did not always enable him to select just the right-sized boot for
+the would-be wearer. There were also a few occasions, during his
+initiation into his new duties, when he disgraced himself by chewing
+up one shoe while the "Barefoot" was putting on the other, but he
+has outgrown these puppyish proclivities. He now weighs one hundred
+and seventy-five pounds, and is one of the finest and most useful
+St. Bernards in New York. When out walking with his young master,
+he always stops in front of any shops where boots and shoes are
+displayed in the windows, and with a worldly-wise look in his eyes
+and numerous wags of his huge tail seems to be trying to calculate
+in his mind just how many applicants at the Barefoot Mission could
+have their feet shod if the shopkeepers did their duty. It takes all
+Tello's powers of coaxing and persuasion to keep him from entering
+the shop and carrying off by force (in his mouth) some of the wares
+displayed for sale.
+
+[Illustration: THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE FOR SEVEN HUNDRED CHILDREN.]
+
+Not all, perhaps only a very few, new enterprises in the literary
+world are able to meet all their expenses and show a profit during
+the first year of their existence, but the twelve-year-old boy's
+enterprise was able to do this. Beside meeting all his expenses,
+he had at the end of the first year been able to distribute 760
+pairs of shoes to the poor children of New York. Not all of these
+were new. Some were old ones mended by Tello's special shoemaker
+in such a way as to make them almost as good as new in the matter
+of usefulness, if not in appearance. Then people began to send in
+stockings (some new, some old), dresses, boys' suits, underwear, old
+playthings, etc., until the Barefoot Mission became indeed a blessed
+place to the poor of New York. When Christmas came, the boy-editor
+provided a great Christmas tree and festival, where not only boots
+and shoes and clothing were distributed to the needy, but turkeys
+and ham, and cakes and "candies" were given out, to the great
+delight of the 700 children who attended it. Here is one of the many
+pathetic little letters the young editor received just before one of
+the Christmas festivals. It was published at the time in _The Sunny
+Hour_:--
+
+     "DEAR MR. TELLO,--Me and my little sister and the baby can't
+     have no crismus this year 'cause our father is dying and granma
+     is sick with perelisis and our little bruther died two weeks ago
+     and the city had to bury him. Mother is not working 'cause the
+     baby is too little--there's ten of us all counted. So if you
+     have any crismus won't you let us come, for we all haven't got
+     clothes to keep us warm nor shoes, and no coal except what my
+     big brother picks up--nothing to eat hardly. Yours respecfully."
+
+Childish letters of appeal similar to the above have been coming
+in ever since the mission was started, and they have acted as a
+continual spur to the young missionary. The distributions increased
+until one day 3,032 pairs of shoes and stockings were given out, and
+about 2,000 flannel garments as well.
+
+[Illustration: GOLD MEDAL PRESENTED TO THE BOY-EDITOR BY THE
+PATRIARCH OF ALEXANDRIA.
+
+(_Of which there are only five in existence._)]
+
+Meanwhile _The Sunny Hour_ magazine increased in interest and
+circulation. The list of eminent contributors and patrons became
+larger every month. Very busy men and women, for the product of
+whose pens the editors of the best periodicals were willing to pay
+liberally, sent in gratis to _The Sunny Hour_ stories and poems to
+be edited by a little boy.
+
+[Illustration: TELLO J. D'APERY AT PRESENT TIME.
+
+(_Photo: D. Garber, New York._) (_Showing the Medals and Orders
+presented to him by European and Asiatic Sovereigns._)]
+
+When the mission and the magazine had been running for about three
+years Tello d'Apery's health broke down from overwork, and through
+the kindness of a friend he made a trip round the world, leaving
+his paper and mission in the care of "Jolly Jack," the assistant
+editor. The boy carried copies of his little paper along with him,
+his object being to interest everyone he met in his work, and
+this object was attained to such an extent that on his return he
+numbered among his subscribers nearly every Oriental potentate. He
+was received in audience by the Sultan and the Khedive. The latter
+was especially kind to him, delegating one of his sons to show him
+about Cairo, and became so interested in the Barefoot Mission that
+he contributed one hundred dollars towards it. It was during his
+visit to Egypt that Tello d'Apery became distinguished as the only
+American boy who has ever been decorated by a foreign potentate. The
+Khedive conferred upon him the Order of the Medjidieh, which carried
+with it the title of Bey. Other orders, medals, and titles have been
+showered upon the young American. He is a Chevalier of the Order
+of Bolivar, conferred upon him by the President of Colombia. The
+Order of Umberto was also conferred upon him in Italy. He is also a
+Chevalier of the Order of St. Katherine, and another order gives him
+the title of "Don." He has received in all eighteen decorations and
+medals, and it is by special request that he has had his portrait
+taken with a number of his decorations fastened to his coat. In
+writing to me recently concerning this portrait, he says: "Of
+course, being an all-round and patriotic American boy, I could not
+use a title, and care only for my decorations because of the good
+friends who gave them to me and the interest that they show has been
+taken in my work by great people abroad."
+
+     With this issue I present the initial
+     number of THE SUNNY HOUR, modestly, as becomes so young an
+     editor, but hopefully, because I mean to try and make it worthy
+     of a place in every home where there are children.
+
+     If I find as much encouragement in my subscription list and
+     advertising patronage, as I hope, I shall enlarge my paper every
+     three months, and add new features. In any case it has come to
+     stay one year.
+
+     I shall devote my paper to such literature as mothers will
+     approve, and there will be no Indian Scalping, nor pistols, nor
+     any such thing. I shall always uphold the cause of temperance
+     and morality and so shall not touch upon politics, and it shall
+     be my earnest endeavor to deserve well of the public.
+
+     If my paper ever falls below expectations, please remember that
+     I am only twelve years old.--THE EDITOR.
+
+                    _____________
+
+                   SPECIAL NOTICE.
+
+     All paying subscribers, who desire it, are entitled to a cabinet
+     photograph of the editor, with his autograph. This is not done
+     from vanity, but because he thought perhaps some persons might
+     like to see what the youngest editor and publisher in the world
+     looks like.
+
+             FROM NO. 1 OF "THE SUNNY HOUR."
+
+When Tello returned from his travels, much improved in health, his
+boy friends took a notion to call him "Chevalier d'Apery," but on
+pain of his sore displeasure the title was dropped, he declaring
+that it was not for publication but only as an evidence of good
+faith on the part of his decorators. A medal that he very highly
+prizes is a gold one given him by the venerable Patriarch of
+Alexandria, Sophronius, who had it struck when he had been fifty
+years in office. There are only four others like Tello's in the
+world. The Patriarch presented one to Tello, one to the Queen of
+Greece, one to the late Queen of Denmark, and one to the Empress
+Dowager of Russia. Sophronius is now one hundred and six years old,
+and is one of Tello's most devoted friends, writing frequent letters
+to him in Apostolic Greek.
+
+Many also are the presents Tello d'Apery has received from noted
+people. Don Carlos of Spain, the Queen of Greece, and many other
+royalties, have sent him tokens of their interest and esteem,
+so that, besides his medals and decorations, he has a number of
+interesting and valuable scarf-pins, rings, etc. While in Athens
+the Queen of Greece entertained him at the palace, and begged him
+to make her a member of _The Sunny Hour_ Mission Club, which he
+did by himself pinning at her throat the pretty little badge of
+the Order of _The Sunny Hour_, the Queen repeating after him the
+promise made by all those who join the Club: "I promise to give one
+hour each week to some good action. I will be kind to my parents,
+to my brothers and sisters, to the poor and the unfortunate, and to
+animals."
+
+These _Sunny Hour_ Mission Clubs are auxiliaries of _The Sunny Hour_
+and Barefoot Mission, and have been formed in different parts of
+the world. There is one in Paris, which has been very prosperous,
+and there has also been one in London. There are a number of little
+persons belonging to royal families who wear the badge of _The Sunny
+Hour_. Among them are the little Lady Alexandra Duff, and the tiny
+Prince Boris of Bulgaria.
+
+After his return from abroad Tello d'Apery published an account
+of his experiences in a book called "Europe Seen through a Boy's
+Eyes," all the profits of which went to buy shoes for the barefooted
+children of New York. He also, in order to get more money for his
+work, started a little book and stationery shop, spending a part
+of his time there behind the counter and a part of it behind his
+editorial desk. Recently his health has again failed, and he has
+been obliged to lessen some of his arduous labours. He is now trying
+to establish a mammoth boot- and shoe-mending shop of his own,
+where old foot-gear may be repaired at less expense than it is now.
+When this object is accomplished, some of the "Barefoots" themselves
+will learn the cobbler's trade and work in the establishment, thus
+helping others while helping themselves.
+
+The idea is to rent a building, or at least a part of a building,
+for the purpose, and issue circulars to the residents of New York
+and vicinity, asking them to send their old boots and shoes to the
+building, or, better still, to have a horse and cart go about from
+house to house to collect them. Then two or three expert cobblers
+will be hired for a few months to mend them and to take a certain
+number of apprentices from among the "Barefoots" and teach them the
+trade of cobbling. Only such boys as show a liking and aptitude for
+the work will, of course, be chosen as apprentices. They will spend
+the whole day or only a few hours a day at the work, as their other
+duties permit. Not only will they be taught to mend boots--they
+will also be taught to make them. When they have learned their
+trade they will receive the same wages as other workmen are paid.
+Of course, when _The Sunny Hour_ "Barefoots" (or, rather, those who
+have been "Barefoots" in times gone by) become expert shoemakers,
+there is no reason why they should confine their efforts to making
+and mending boots for the New York poor alone. Tello d'Apery hopes
+that many orders for men's and women's and children's footgear will
+be received from well-to-do New Yorkers, so that not only will the
+expenses of the establishment be met, but an extra amount of money
+taken in for the mission. It is a magnificent scheme, and we can but
+hope that this noble American boy may be able to carry it out.
+
+[Illustration: THE PLAYROOM IN "THE SUNNY HOUR" MISSION BUILDING.]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LADY WILMERTON.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE LADY WILMERTON]
+
+By the Rev. P. B. Power, M.A., Author of "The Oiled Feather," Etc.
+
+
+Hard by the village of Hopedale, away from railways and their
+whistles, and indeed pretty nearly from the world in general, was a
+very beautiful castle, surrounded by pleasure grounds, and gardens
+for both fruit and flowers.
+
+The place had been well kept up, because old Lord Wilmerton, the
+grandfather of the little lady of whom I am going to tell you, was a
+proud man; and he would not have it said that any of his properties
+were allowed to go to ruin, or even to run wild. But the old Lord
+himself never went there nor did his son, the father of the present
+little Lady Wilmerton. The place was too dull for them; they liked
+the gaieties of London and the Continent, and the country had no
+charms for them.
+
+Little Lady Wilmerton's father and grandfather were now both dead.
+Her father died first, and her grandfather soon followed him to the
+grave. And now our little lady was a Countess, for in her family the
+title did not die out with the males, but, when there were no sons,
+passed on to the daughters, if there were any. And as with the title
+went most of the estates, the little Countess, who was only twelve
+years old, became the mistress of Hopedale Castle, and the village
+and, indeed, the country for, I might almost say, many miles round.
+
+The last thing that anyone in Hopedale would have ever thought of
+was her little ladyship's coming to live at the Castle. Great,
+therefore, was the astonishment of everyone when they heard that she
+was to live there for a large part of the year--and, moreover, that
+she was coming almost at once.
+
+At first the report was treated as an idle rumour, but when a
+carriage arrived one day at the Castle with an elderly gentleman and
+a much younger man, and a second carriage with a lady and her maid,
+there could be no doubt that something was about to take place.
+Moreover, the agent had been summoned to meet this old gentleman,
+and he and the new arrivals were known to have gone all over the
+Castle. This gentleman was the little Countess's guardian, and the
+younger man was his solicitor; and the lady was a distant relative
+of the little Countess, and was to be her caretaker--for her mother
+had been dead now three years.
+
+Such a possibility as the Castle being inhabited could not take
+place without causing much talk in the village. Old and young had
+their say about it--some of the old, I am sorry to say, at the
+"Green Dragon," the village ale-house; and some at their cottage
+doors, or when they met in the street.
+
+The children too had their ideas and speculations--very different,
+of course, from the older people's, but very decided, nevertheless.
+
+As to the folk at the "Green Dragon," some were for the lady's
+coming and some were not, and each party were positive.
+
+"I tell you," said old Joe Crupper, the saddler, "there ain't no
+good a-comin' out of this. We've got on very well hereabouts for
+many a year, without having anyone to worrit us from that place. Why
+can't they let it be as it has been so long? It don't want anyone to
+live in it to keep it warm. Why, I'm told that they've burnt thirty
+ton of coal in a winter to keep the place aired. We don't want no
+great people down here in these parts; we can get on well enough by
+ourselves. I didn't never know any good come of the haristockracy,"
+said the saddler, giving the table a thump.
+
+"But I'm told," chimed in a meek little man, who frequented the
+"Green Dragon" more for gossip than for drink, "that the new 'lord'
+is a little lady, and is only twelve years old."
+
+"Joseph Simmons," said the saddler, looking witheringly into the
+little man's face, "you are a man of edication, and ought to know
+better. As to the little 'lord' being a lady, I ask you and all
+the company"--here the saddler looked round--"what difference does
+that make? Isn't a goose a goose, whether it's a goose or a gander?
+Would you say, when 'tis roasted, 'Who'll take a bit of gander?'
+No, goose or gander, 'tis a goose. In like manner, it don't matter
+whether 'tis a boy or girl, a man or a woman"--and here the saddler
+paused, evidently seeking for a further variety in sex, which he
+could not find--"excuse me," said he, looking deprecatingly round,
+"if I stop for a moment, for the argument is deep, and one's liable
+to get tangled a bit--a man or a woman. Yes, the argument is plain,
+and I defy you, Joseph Simmons, to beat it. A haristocrat is a
+haristocrat, whether it be man or woman, boy or girl."
+
+"I humbly beg pardon if I've given any offence," said the meek
+little man. "You were once in London for a day, and you ought to
+know more than I do."
+
+[Illustration: "All the haristockracy wear gold crowns," said
+Dolly.--_p. 276._]
+
+"Ah, you're now coming to your senses," said the saddler. "I always
+knew that you were a sensible man; the best of us forget ourselves
+at times, as you did just now. You just mind what I say: no good
+will come of this haristocrat." And as the saddler led most of the
+company by the nose, they all went away with a terrible prejudice
+against the little Countess.
+
+The children, too, had their ideas and their talks. They had heard
+that the new "lord" was a lady, and that she was only twelve years
+old.
+
+This was a puzzle to them, and no effort of their mental powers
+enabled them to understand it; but they could--each according to
+their own cast of mind--have their ideas on the subject, and talk of
+and debate about them amongst themselves.
+
+And so it came to pass that they, as well as their elders at the
+Green "Dragon," had their argument about the newcomer.
+
+We often form our ideas of people out of our own fancies; and we are
+very often wrong, and I would recommend all young people not to be
+in too great a hurry in forming their opinion about others, until
+they have something to go on.
+
+In the present instance Dolly Strap, who hated lessons, and whose
+one desire was to run wild, said she "was sure that the little
+haristocrat that was coming" (for the saddler's word had got all
+over the village) "was a girl who never learned any lessons, who
+never did and never would be obliged to; who was allowed to jump
+over hedges and ditches, and never got whacked for tearing her
+frock. Look here!" said Dolly, exhibiting a long rent in her frock;
+"that means smackers to-night, girls, at eight o'clock; and as like
+as not there will be smackers to-morrow night too. And haristocrats
+jump over hedges and ditches, and tear their frocks to pieces every
+day, and they only gets new ones for their pains, and never a smack
+get they; and if the day was wet, and they couldn't get out of doors
+to tear them, then you may be sure they does it somehow indoors,
+leaping over chairs, or somehow. You know," said Dolly, with a
+leer in her eye, "when you want to do a thing, you can always do
+it--somehow."
+
+"I don't know about dress," said Martha Furblow; "but you may be
+sure she's dressed very grand--lots of feathers and flowers in her
+hat, and plenty of lace and beads all over her."
+
+"And she has dozens of dolls, you may be sure," said Mary Mater.
+"I've heard say that there are dolls that say 'Papa' and 'Mamma,'
+and that open their eyes and shuts 'em too, and winks when they
+wants to look knowin'. She'll have some that asks you how you are,
+and says, 'Very well, thank ye, and how are you?'"
+
+"Ah," said Jenny Giblet, "and her sweets--do you think of them?
+Hard-bake every morning for breakfast, and ginger-pop, and bottles
+of peardrops, and boxes of peppermints--she don't go in for
+pennorths, not she."
+
+"And a gold crown--only not quite so grand as the Queen's," said
+Dolly. "All the haristockracy wear gold crowns when they go to see
+the Queen, and on Sundays when they go to church."
+
+Thus the village children settled amongst themselves all about the
+little Countess, and the outcome of it all was that, as she was so
+much better off than they, she was to be disliked, and when she
+came into the village--if, indeed, she ever did--they were to turn
+up their noses at her, just as they made sure she would turn up her
+nose at them.
+
+There was one, however, amongst the group who ventured to put in a
+word for the poor little Countess--this was Patience Filbert--whom,
+in spite of themselves, everyone liked, for Patience was good to
+all. The child was a little younger than the Countess. She had long
+fair hair, and round grey eyes which seemed to open wide when she
+talked to you and looked you, as she often did, so honestly, so
+wonderingly, so lovingly in the face.
+
+Patience ventured to say that, perhaps the little Countess might be
+very nice, and if she was born a countess that was not her fault;
+but poor Patience was told that she was a silly little thing.
+
+"Yes, yes," said Dolly Strap; "you was hatched out a little goose,
+and you'll be a little goose until you die. Now you go and give your
+Bullie his dinner; you sat up with him half the night, and I hope he
+won't die."
+
+"Yes," they all said, "we hope he won't die," for they all liked
+Patience--as, indeed, who could help doing?--and they knew that her
+bullfinch was her great pleasure in life.
+
+Poor Bullie! he was indeed ill, drawing near his end. He no longer
+sang when Patience sang, nor hopped from his cage to eat out of her
+mouth. He had fulfilled his mission in life, by making the delicate
+child happy in what would have been many lonely hours, for she could
+seldom play with other girls; and now in his death Bullie was about
+to play a greater part than he had ever done in his life.
+
+Bullie lingered two or three days, during which time he had three
+warm baths and apoplectic fits, to the last of which he succumbed,
+and, turning himself on his back and throwing his legs up into the
+air, he departed this life. As Bullie had nothing to leave--at
+least, so far as he knew--he died without a will, though in reality
+he left a good deal, which was divided amongst all the inhabitants
+of Hopedale, making them ever so much richer than they had been
+before.
+
+And it all came about in this way.
+
+When Bullie died, it was determined amongst the children that he
+should have a public funeral. Patience Filbert would have liked
+to bury him just by herself; but two considerations induced her
+to let her little neighbours have their way. There was first the
+kindly feeling shown to herself, and then there was the honour done
+to Bullie. And so Bullie was carried to his burial; his body was
+wrapped in a clean pocket-handkerchief, and his coffin was an old
+cigar box with wadding and sweet herbs inside. There was a long
+avenue of trees leading up to the Castle gate, beneath a particular
+one of which it was decided the body should be buried. Here it was
+interred.
+
+There was one more at the funeral than was expected. The little
+Countess was there. She had seen the small procession as she was out
+for her morning walk, and followed respectfully at a little distance
+all the way. Moreover, she was at the ceremony of interment, only
+standing a little way behind the rest.
+
+The child was dressed in a simple holland frock, with a black ribbon
+round her waist, and another round her plain straw hat. Her servant
+was so far behind that she seemed to be quite by herself.
+
+[Illustration: She put her arm round Patience's neck.]
+
+The funeral over, the little Countess came forward, and the tears
+came into her eyes when she saw how the chief mourner cried, for
+poor Patience Filbert was very sad; and although she was a countess,
+she put her arm round Patience's neck, and wiped away her tears.
+
+Who was she?
+
+"Lady," said Dolly Strap, who was rather rude, "what's your name?"
+
+"They call me 'the Countess,'" said the child, "but my name is Mary.
+Should you all like to come up to the garden? There is plenty of
+fruit."
+
+And they went, wondering that a countess could be so plainly
+dressed, and so feeling, and so kind.
+
+Our feelings in this life are very mingled--joy and sorrow,
+sorrow and joy. So was it in this case. For the funeral party (now
+replenished with gooseberries) returned with a new Bullie in a gilt
+cage; it was the little Countess's own pet which she gave Patience
+to make up her loss.
+
+The little Countess's treatment of Patience--her sympathy, the tears
+which came into her eyes when she saw another's distress--knocked
+the bottom out of all the saddler's arguments against the
+"haristockracy," and the little man cock-a-doodle-doo'd over him
+tremendously at the "Green Dragon." And every door in Hopedale was
+open at once to the little Countess, and every child in the place
+was ready to put his hand to his hat or curtsey to her. One kind
+act of real sympathy had opened all hearts to her; and who knows
+how much prejudice against us will be done away with, and how many
+hearts will be opened to us, even by one act of sympathy and love?
+
+
+
+
+Heavenly Cheer.
+
+  _Words by_ THOMAS KELLY, 1806.       H. WALFORD DAVIES, MUS.D.
+                                  (_Organist of the Temple Church._)
+
+
+    1.  On the mountain-top appearing,
+          Lo! the sacred herald stands,
+        Welcome news to Zion bearing--
+          Zion long in hostile lands:
+            Mourning captive!
+          God Himself will loose thy bands.
+
+    2.  Has thy night been long and mournful?
+          Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
+        Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
+          By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
+            Cease thy mourning!
+          Zion still is well-beloved.
+
+    3.  God, thy God, will now restore thee;
+          God Himself appears thy Friend!
+        All thy foes shall flee before thee--
+          Here their boasts and triumphs end:
+            Great deliverance
+          Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
+
+        Amen.
+
+
+
+
+TEMPERANCE NOTES AND NEWS.
+
+By a Leading Temperance Advocate.
+
+A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
+
+
+The good old wish which we offer to all our readers points its own
+moral. There was great practical sagacity in Joseph Livesey's method
+of arranging to send a temperance tract to every family in Preston
+on New Year's Day. Christian men and women, who are in sympathy with
+the efforts of those who are fighting against our national vice,
+would give a great lift to the work by starting the New Year as
+total abstainers themselves. As New Year's Day falls on a Sunday,
+we trust the clergy and ministers will "remember not to forget" to
+drop a word for temperance in their Watch Night and New Year's Day
+sermons.
+
+[Illustration: DR. MACDOWELL COSGRAVE.
+
+(_President of the Dublin T.A.S._)]
+
+
+A DISTINGUISHED RECORD.
+
+[Illustration: MR. T. WILLSON FAIR
+
+(_Photo: Glover, Dublin._)]
+
+[Illustration: THE DUBLIN COFFEE PALACE.
+
+(_With large public hall in rear._)]
+
+For upwards of sixty-two years the Dublin Total Abstinence Society
+has perseveringly held on its way, a record not surpassed by any
+temperance association in the sister country. When one remembers
+the "storm and stress" through which Ireland has passed during
+this eventful period, the fact that this ancient society still
+survives is a tribute to the enthusiastic labours of its executive
+officers of which they may well be proud. The old-fashioned method
+of "signing the pledge" is still kept in the forefront at all the
+meetings of the society. It rejoices in a coffee palace with a
+commodious public hall, in the very heart of the city of Dublin,
+and from year's end to year's end there is one attractive round of
+lectures, entertainments, clubs, and popular festivities, variously
+adapted to meet the requirements of the young and old alike. It
+was at a meeting under the auspices of this association that the
+late Sir Benjamin Ward Richardson, F.R.S., made the memorable
+deliverance: "The sale of drink is the sale of disease; the sale
+of drink is the sale of poverty; the sale of drink is the sale of
+insanity; the sale of drink is the sale of crime; the sale of drink
+is the sale of death." The president of the society is a well-known
+Dublin physician, Dr. E. MacDowell Cosgrave, and the hon. secretary
+is Mr. Thomas Willson Fair, whose devotion to the cause has made his
+name a household word in Irish temperance circles.
+
+
+THE "DICTIONARY" BRIDE.
+
+It will be remembered that last month we mentioned that under the
+word "abstaining" in the new dictionary, Dr. Murray quoted from the
+"Clerical Testimony to Total Abstinence," published in 1867, in
+which the present Bishop of Carlisle stated that a certain "bride
+was the daughter of an abstaining clergyman." Who was she? Well,
+first of all, let us clear the way by saying that Dr. Bardsley, in
+his testimony, cited the case of his own family. He said he was
+the eldest of seven sons, who were brought up as total abstainers
+by total abstaining parents. He then added, "To some readers who,
+upon occasions of family festivities, have been perplexed by
+their abstaining principles, it may not be uninteresting to learn
+that when, recently, one of the seven entered the happy estate of
+matrimony, the bride was the daughter of an abstaining clergyman.
+Here, then, was a difficulty. Should the wedding-day be regarded as
+an exception, and a little laxity allowed? The question was decided
+in the negative, and, notwithstanding the little protests as to
+'such a thing never having been heard of before,' and the fear as to
+what that mythical personage Mrs. Grundy would say, the wedding was
+conducted on total abstinence principles. Amongst the good things of
+God provided, the spirits of evil were _wanting--but not wanted_,
+for the general remark was 'How little they are missed!'" We ask
+again, "Who was the bride?" In view of Dr. Bardsley's reference to
+the _mythical_ Mrs. Grundy, our reply looks just a trifle piquant,
+for the bride was a Miss Grundy, the daughter of the Rev. George
+Docker Grundy, M.A., then (and still) Vicar of Hey, near Oldham.
+We tender our hearty congratulations to this grand old churchman,
+who graduated in honours at Brasenose College, Oxford, in 1828, was
+ordained in 1830, and entered upon his present benefice more than
+sixty years ago!
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S FOUNTAIN.
+
+In the Temple Gardens, on the Victoria Embankment, there is a
+beautiful drinking-fountain, the work of Mr. George E. Wade. It
+is an exact facsimile of one executed by the same artist for
+the World's Women's Christian Temperance Union and erected in
+a prominent position in the city of Chicago. The funds for the
+purchase of the London fountain were mainly collected by children
+of the Loyal Temperance Legions, in response to an appeal from
+Lady Henry Somerset. At the unveiling ceremony, which took place
+in May, 1897, her Ladyship presented the fountain to the London
+County Council, and Miss Hilda Muff, who, of all the children, had
+collected the largest sum, had the honourable privilege of declaring
+the fountain free to all.
+
+[Illustration: THE CHILDREN'S FOUNTAIN, VICTORIA EMBANKMENT.
+
+(_Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd._)]
+
+
+COMING EVENTS.
+
+The friends in Norwich are organising a Sunday Closing
+Demonstration, to be held in the historic St. Andrew's Hall, on
+January 24th. The annual business meeting of the London Temperance
+Council will take place on January 27th. Temperance Sunday for the
+diocese of Liverpool has been fixed for January 29th, and Bishop
+Ryle has issued a letter to all his clergy urging the due observance
+of the day. The annual New Year's Soiree of the United Kingdom
+Band of Hope Union has been fixed for January 30th, and the annual
+meetings of the same institution will be held in Exeter Hall on
+May 10th. The seventh International Congress against the Abuse of
+Spirituous Drinks will be held in Paris from April 4th to 9th.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: SCRIPTURE LESSONS FOR SCHOOL AND HOME
+
+INTERNATIONAL SERIES]
+
+SCRIPTURE LESSONS FOR SCHOOL AND HOME
+
+INTERNATIONAL SERIES
+
+With Illustrative Anecdotes and References.
+
+
+=JANUARY 15TH.--Christ's First Miracle.=
+
+_To read--St. John ii. 1-11. Golden Text--Ver. 2._
+
+Last lesson told of disciples coming to Christ one by one. John the
+Baptist pointed to Him as Lamb of God--the sin-bearer. Andrew and
+John, hearing this, followed Christ. Andrew brought his brother
+Simon. Christ bade Philip follow Him, and he brought his friend
+Nathanael. Now Christ works miracle which confirms faith of all.
+
+I. =The Need= (1-5). Third day after call of Nathanael. Cana, his
+home, near Nazareth, sixty miles from Bethabara (i. 28). A wedding
+party. Mary, mother of Jesus, evidently a family friend. Christ and
+His five new disciples among the guests. Supplies ran short, perhaps
+from poverty or from larger number of guests than expected. Painful
+position of bridegroom, giver of feast. Mary notices, tells Christ,
+receives answer, "What is that to Me and thee?" He is best judge of
+right time for help. She knows His loving heart, is sure He will do
+something; therefore bids servants obey Christ's orders.
+
+II. =The Supply= (6-11). Waterpots ready, but empty. Been used for
+washing before meals (St. Mark vii. 3). Christ orders them to be
+filled--twenty gallons each. Governor of feast tastes first. Finds
+it excellent wine--such as usually put on table at beginning of
+feast--commends bridegroom for it. What was the result?
+
+Satisfaction to Mary, who knew her Divine Son.
+
+Faith strengthened in the new disciples of Christ.
+
+Glory to Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God.
+
+III. =Lessons.= 1. _About wine._ God's gift (Ps. civ. 15), to be
+used sparingly--a little (1 Tim. v. 23).
+
+2. _About Christ._ How was His glory manifested? By
+sympathy--sharing home-life--its joys and sorrows. Believing wants
+of His people.
+
+3. _About ourselves._ The benefit of such a Friend (Ps. cxliv. 15).
+Difference between this world's blessings and those of Christ.
+This world's come first--health, riches, fame, etc. Christ's come
+last--glory, honour, immortality. Which are best? Then seek those
+things which are above (Col. iii. 1).
+
+
+=God's Bounty.=
+
+     On a cold winter's day a poor woman stood at the window of
+     a King's greenhouse looking at a cluster of grapes which
+     she longed to have for her sick child. She went home to her
+     spinning-wheel, earned half a crown, and offered it to the
+     gardener for the grapes. He ordered her away. She returned home,
+     took the blanket from her bed, sold it for five shillings, and
+     offered this sum to the gardener. He repelled her with anger.
+     The Princess, overhearing the conversation and seeing the
+     woman's tears, said to her, "You have made a mistake, my good
+     woman. My father is a king; he does not sell, but gives." So
+     saying she plucked a bunch of the best grapes and placed them in
+     the happy woman's hands.
+
+
+=JANUARY 22ND.--Christ and Nicodemus.=
+
+_To read--St. John iii, 1-17. Golden Text--Ver. 16._
+
+Christ now in Jerusalem. Probably in retirement because Jews
+hostile. Picture Him with His new disciples in house in a back
+street on a windy night (ver. 8). A knock at the door. A Rabbi,
+member of the Sanhedrim (vii. 50), enters cautiously; he seeks to
+know more of this new teaching.
+
+I. =Regeneration of Man= (1-8). _The inquiry._ Nicodemus, a searcher
+after truth, comes to Christ the new Teacher, whom he acknowledges
+as sent from God, as testified by His miracles. What must he do?
+
+_The answer._ He must have a new birth, _i.e._ be changed into a
+spiritual state--be concerned with inner things of God. This change
+only wrought by work of Holy Spirit on soul, of which washing by
+water, as in baptism, is outward sign. How does the Spirit work?
+_Invisibly_--seen in effects, as wind on water. _Irresistibly_, its
+power being divine--as at Pentecost 3,000 converted (Acts ii. 41).
+But man's will must co-operate.
+
+II. =Lifting up of Christ= (9-15). _Effects of new birth._ The
+regenerate see the truth revealed desired long (St. Luke x. 24), and
+bear witness to others--as new converts after Stephen's death (Acts
+viii. 4).
+
+_Subject of the new teaching._ Christ Himself, His Person, Son of
+Man--the Perfect Man. His dwelling-place, heaven; not by ascending
+there, but as being His own eternal home.
+
+_Christ's lifting up._ On a cross--a sacrifice for sin, giving
+eternal life to those who believe, of which brazen serpent was a
+type (Num. xxi. 9).
+
+III. =Love of the Father= (16, 17). How shown? He gave, sent, spared
+not His Son (Rom. viii. 32). Why shown? That man may not die, but
+live eternally.
+
+=Lesson.= 1. The new birth. Am I changed?
+
+2. Christ lifted up for me. Am I saved?
+
+3. God's love. What am I giving in return?
+
+
+=A Great Change.=
+
+     Queen Victoria once paid a visit to a paper-mill. Among other
+     things she saw men picking out rags from the refuse of the
+     city, and was told that these rags would make the finest white
+     paper. After a few days her Majesty received a packet of the
+     most delicate white paper, having the Queen's likeness for the
+     water-mark, with the intimation that it was made from the dirty
+     rags she had noticed. So our lives, renewed by God's Spirit, can
+     be transformed and bear His likeness.
+
+
+=JANUARY 29TH.--Christ at Jacob's Well.=
+
+_To read--St. John iv. 5-15. Golden Text--Ver. 14._
+
+Christ leaves Jerusalem, travels north with His disciples, passes
+through Samaria, reaches Sychar, near Shechem. Rests at Jacob's well
+while disciples buy food in neighbouring town.
+
+I. =The Story= (5-9). _Time._ Noon by Hebrew reckoning, or 6 p.m. by
+Roman time.
+
+_Place._ Jacob's well. Bought by him (Gen. xxxiii. 19), burial-place
+of Joseph (Josh. xxiv. 32).
+
+_Persons._ Jesus and the woman. He wearied, but, ever ready to do
+His Father's work, opens conversation. Uses the water, thirst,
+spring, as illustrations of spiritual truths. He asks her for water.
+She is surprised, because of national hostility.
+
+II. =The Water of Life= (10-15). Christ tells of His power to give
+living water. She thinks He means deep spring water, and asks how it
+is to be obtained. He then explains His meaning: water--commonest
+and simplest of all liquids--emblem of gifts and graces of Holy
+Spirit.
+
+_Its source._ Gift of God alone. Offered freely to all (Isa. lv. 1).
+
+_Its necessity._ If any have not God's Spirit, they are not His
+(Rom. viii. 9).
+
+_Its nature._ Pure--from God's throne (Rev. xxii. 1).
+Refreshing--joy of salvation (Ps. li. 12). Healing (Rev. xxii. 2).
+Satisfying (Isa. lxi. 1). Unfailing--wells of salvation (Isa. xii.
+3).
+
+_Its results._ Everlasting life.
+
+III. =Lesson.= Drink of this living water which Christ offers to-day.
+
+
+=Living Water.=
+
+     The fountain of living waters is God Himself. It is not a mere
+     cistern to hold a little water; it is a running, living stream,
+     and a fountain that springs up perpetually. Now a fountain is
+     produced by the pressure of water coming down from a height, and
+     never rises higher than its source. Our spiritual life has its
+     source in heaven. It came from God, and to God it will return.
+
+
+=FEBRUARY 5TH.--The Nobleman's Son Healed.=
+
+_To read--St. John iv. 43-54. Golden Text--Ver. 53._
+
+Christ has passed through Samaria, returned to Cana. Now works first
+miracle of healing.
+
+I. =Faith Beginning= (43-47). _The father._ A courtier of Herod
+Antipas, King of Galilee. In trouble because of son's sickness.
+Hears of Jesus and His wonderful doings--will see if He can help
+him. Leaves his home to go and meet Jesus. Urgently entreats Him to
+come from Cana down to Capernaum on the Lake of Galilee to visit and
+relieve his dying son.
+
+II. =Faith Increasing= (48-50). Christ seems to hesitate--makes a
+difficulty. He wants strong faith. He sees father desires external
+signs, personal visit. Christ must have implicit faith. What does
+Christ do? Does not comply with the request nor refuse, but calmly
+tells him his son lives. The man believes, and returns home.
+
+=III. Faith Perfected= (51-54). Met by his servants on way back.
+They had noted the change for the better in the boy, hastened to
+meet the father and tell the good news. What does he ask? The
+time exactly agreed. So the father knew that Christ was more than
+man--that He was Lord of life and death--the true Son of God. No
+more doubts.
+
+=Lessons.= 1. Trouble leads to prayer and prayer to blessings.
+
+2. Belief in Christ brings peace and happiness.
+
+3. He is the same Lord to all them that believe.
+
+
+=Freemen of the Gospel.=
+
+     An old man once said that it took him forty years to learn three
+     simple things. The first was that he could not do anything to
+     save himself; the second was that God did not expect him to; and
+     the third was that Christ had done it all, and all he had to do
+     was to believe and be saved.
+
+
+=FEBRUARY 12TH.--Christ's Divine Authority.=
+
+_To read--St. John v. 17--27. Golden Text--John iv. 42._
+
+Christ has returned to Jerusalem to keep one of appointed feasts
+(ver. 1). There He healed a cripple at the Pool of Bethesda on the
+Sabbath, which caused the Jews to persecute Him for "breaking" or
+relaxing the Sabbath day. Christ answers them.
+
+I. =The Father's Work= (17, 18). God is Creator of world and Father
+of all. The Sabbath not a time for inaction. Does everything stop?
+Earth continues to revolve, winds blow, vegetation grows. Sabbath a
+rest for man from work by which livelihood gained, but also a day to
+be spent in works of mercy. Thus Christ works on with the Father.
+His claim to be equal with God angers the Jews.
+
+II. =The Son's Work= (19-23). Same as the Father's--does nothing by
+Himself. He shares the Father's counsels--loving bond of sympathy
+between them. Shares Father's work--giving life to dead (i. 4).
+Christ already done this when raised Jairus's little daughter (St.
+Matt. ix. 25). Also raised dead souls by forgiving sins and leading
+to new life. Example--sick of the palsy (St. Matt. ix. 2) and the
+woman who had sinned (St. Luke vii. 37, 47).
+
+Christ also appointed as the Judge (Acts xvii. 31). Therefore
+equally with Father claims honour from men. To dishonour Him is to
+dishonour God.
+
+III. =Man's Relation to Christ= (24-27). How can he obtain this new
+life? Must hear and accept Son's word, must believe the Father, Who
+speaks through the Son (xvii. 3; Heb i. 2). Then he passes from
+death in sin (Eph. ii. 1) to life in Christ (Col. iii. 3). This a
+present change. Old things passed--all become new. New faith, hope,
+love. New life for soul now, for body hereafter.
+
+=Lessons.= 1. It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath.
+
+2. If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature.
+
+
+=Full Salvation.=
+
+     Those who trust Christ do not trust Him to save only for a year
+     or two, but for ever. In going a long journey it is best to
+     take a ticket all the way through. Take your ticket for the New
+     Jerusalem, and not for a half-way house. The train will never
+     break down, and the track never be torn up. Trust Jesus Christ
+     to carry you through to glory, and He will do it.--REV. C. H.
+     SPURGEON.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: SHORT ARROWS
+
+Notes of Christian Life & Work.]
+
+SHORT ARROWS
+
+Notes of Christian Life & Work.
+
+
+"The Finding of the Saviour in the Temple."
+
+In response to the request of many of our readers, we give the
+following account of this great picture, a special reproduction
+of which (in colours and suitable for framing) was presented with
+our November number. With the idea of the picture in his mind, Mr.
+Holman Hunt went, in 1854, to Jerusalem to obtain local colour and
+models for the work. "Truth to Nature" being the principle of his
+art, he desired to get as near as possible to the probable aspect
+of the scene he was attempting to depict. The Temple he had to
+construct for himself, and this he did after studying Eastern, and
+especially ancient Jewish, architecture, the only part painted
+from an actual fact being the marble pavement. This he copied from
+the floor of the Mosque of Omar, which, according to tradition, is
+the only remaining portion of Herod's Temple. He experienced great
+difficulty in getting models for his figures, owing to the suspicion
+having arisen that he was a Christian missionary in disguise. By
+the end of eighteen months, however, he had painted in all the
+adult figures from actual models, and, returning to England, he
+managed, by the help of Mr. Mocatta, to get a boy from the Jewish
+community in the East-End of London to sit for the figure of Christ.
+Every detail of the picture has a symbolic interest. The rabbi
+on the left, clasping in his arms the _Torah_ or sacred roll of
+the Law, is blind and decrepit, and the other rabbis, with their
+phylacteries and scrolls, are all characteristic of the proud,
+self-righteous, sects to which they belonged. Joseph carries his own
+and Mary's shoes over his shoulders--even in their haste they had
+remembered the injunction to remove them when entering the house
+of the Lord--and Mary is clad in robes of grey and white, with a
+girdle fringed with orange-red, the colours of purity and sorrow.
+Christ wears a _kaftan_, striped with purple and blue, the colours
+of the royal house of David. He is pulling the buckle of the belt
+tighter--"girding up His loins"--and in spite of the "Wist ye not
+that I must be about My Father's business?" has one foot advanced
+in readiness to go with His earthly parents. Through the doorway
+the builders are still at work; they are hoisting into position the
+block which is to be "the chief corner-stone of the building."
+
+[Illustration: BLIND PETER AND HIS BRIDE.
+
+(_Photo: T. F. McFarlane, Crieff._)]
+
+[Illustration: St. Paul's Bennett St. Sunday School, Manchester
+Quiver Medalists March 1^{st.} 1898. ]
+
+
+Blind Peter and his Bride.
+
+In spite of his blindness, Peter was a very happy man. A young
+girl, brought up in the American Presbyterian School in Pekin,
+emphatically declared that he was the best, the cleverest, and
+the best-looking of six candidates for her hand. She enjoyed the
+unheard-of privilege of choosing her husband, and, as her relations
+approved the selection, settlements were at once arranged. Her hair
+was cut in a fringe, which in China marks an engaged maiden; the
+contract was drawn up on a sheet of lucky scarlet paper, and Peter
+undertook to make a regular allowance to his mother-in-law. Neither
+the bride nor Peter's relations ever had occasion to regret their
+decision. He was one of the earliest pupils in the School for the
+Blind established in Pekin in 1879. As a boy of twelve years old, he
+was led to the door by his brother aged fourteen. They were orphans,
+and on their first begging tour, and the elder said that he could
+support himself by work, but could not gain sufficient food for two
+without begging. The blind boy was admitted, and he quickly gained a
+high character. Within two years he was the ablest and best teacher
+of the blind in Pekin, and he had knowledge and influence which
+might be the means of bringing light and understanding to untold
+numbers groping in darkness of mind and body. It is calculated
+that the blind in China number at least 500,000, and they have
+the character of being amongst the most depraved of beggars. Miss
+Gordon-Cumming tells the story of blind Peter in her new book, "The
+Inventor of the Numeral Type for China." The Chinese Dictionary
+contains from 30,000 to 40,000 characters. It is true that to read
+a book so sublimely simple as the Bible it is sufficient to learn
+4,000; but the length of this task deters the majority of people
+from the attempt. Mr. W. H. Murray found it possible to reduce the
+distinct tones of Mandarin Chinese (used in four-fifths of the
+Empire) to 408, and to represent them in numerals, embossed in dots
+according to Braille's system. Miss Gordon-Cumming devotes several
+pages to explaining the invention and the means by which it has been
+carried into good effect. The result is that blind men and women
+have not only been raised from demoralised beggary, but have become
+teachers of others afflicted like themselves, and in some cases of
+the sighted illiterate or deaf and dumb.
+
+
+A Notable Group.
+
+In the course of our last volume we had occasion to refer several
+times to the remarkable Sunday-school in Manchester which contains
+no less than forty-five teachers, all of whom have served for over
+twenty years as active officers of the school. This discovery
+was made in connection with our Roll of Honour for Sunday-school
+Workers, and each of the forty-five was awarded THE QUIVER medal.
+These teachers have since associated themselves in a photographic
+group, the result of which we reproduce on the opposite page. It
+forms an interesting and unique memento of an interesting and unique
+school.
+
+
+A Quiver Hero.
+
+The latest addition to the Roll of Quiver Heroes and Heroines is
+Captain James Hood, of the London tug _Simla_, who, on October
+17th last, was by his self-sacrificing courage and presence of
+mind instrumental in saving twelve members of the crew of the
+_Blengfell_ off Margate. The circumstances attending the conspicuous
+act of Captain Hood are probably still fresh in the minds of
+all our readers, and it is only necessary to recall that on the
+day in question his tug was in attendance on the naphtha ship
+_Blengfell_, when the latter vessel was suddenly rent in two by
+a terrific explosion, which resulted in the sudden death of the
+captain of the doomed ship, his wife and child, and six other
+persons. Hood immediately saw that the only way to save the men left
+on the wreck and those struggling in the sea was to steam right
+alongside the burning ship, there being no time to lower boats.
+This he courageously did in the face of several minor explosions,
+and knowing full well that at any moment the remaining barrels of
+naphtha might ignite and blow his vessel to pieces. Fortunately he
+was successful in rescuing the survivors, and was able to steam
+away in safety from the burning ship. Our readers will undoubtedly
+endorse our opinion that Captain Hood has nobly earned the Silver
+Medal of THE QUIVER Heroes Fund, which it has been our pleasure to
+hand to him.
+
+[Illustration: CAPTAIN HOOD. (_The latest Quiver Hero._)
+
+(_Photo: W. Bartier, Poplar, E._)]
+
+
+Unusual Diffidence.
+
+An able public man known to the writer was asked the other day to
+speak at a conference upon one of the subjects to be debated. He
+replied that he could not do so, as he did not know much about the
+question and had not time to study it in all its bearings. How much
+shorter and more profitable would speeches and sermons be if those
+who deliver them were as conscientious as our friend! But "fools
+rush in where angels fear to tread," and speak loud and long out of
+the abundance of their ignorance. When a man has only one idea, has
+seen only one side of a thing, knows only a limited number of words,
+and is in possession of good lungs, there is no reason why he should
+ever stop speaking.
+
+
+Distributing Mansion House Money.
+
+Four great famines in India have marked the reign of Queen
+Victoria--each more widespread than the last, but each successively
+occasioning less loss of life. It was in the famine of 1868-69
+that Lord Lawrence initiated, as a working principle for the
+Administration, a sense of personal responsibility for every life
+lost. In the last, that of 1896-97, the scarcity extended from
+the Punjab to Cape Comorin, but the skill in checking starvation
+was greater than in the preceding one of 1877, and the number of
+sufferers relieved exceeded three millions. Whilst many of India's
+sons gazed up at the cloudless sky with the calm desperation of
+fatalists, the Government and missionaries fought side by side to
+repel hunger and death. England subscribed L550,000 through the
+Mansion House Relief Fund alone. The scourge fell most heavily on
+the Central Provinces, and the paternal Government had not only to
+deal with present necessity, but to provide for the future. Our
+illustration is copied from a photograph of a scene in Central
+India. An English Government servant sits at a table covered with
+money from the Mansion House Fund, and he is granting fifteen rupees
+to a cultivator for seed rice. A crowd of applicants for similar
+relief surround him.
+
+[Illustration: DISTRIBUTING MANSION HOUSE MONEY IN INDIA.
+
+(_Photo: Rev. A. Logsdail_)]
+
+
+For Old and Young.
+
+By a curious coincidence two of the various works which call for
+notice this month are by present contributors to our own pages, and
+two are by future contributors. It is unnecessary to deal with the
+former at length--even if space permitted--and it is sufficient
+to state that Dr. Joseph Parker's second volume of his series of
+"Studies in Texts" (Horace Marshall and Son) is as full of pregnant
+and forceful thoughts as its predecessor; whilst in "Love to the
+Uttermost" (Morgan and Scott) our old friend, the Rev. F. B. Meyer,
+has tenderly and reverently expounded the principal incidents and
+texts contained in the latter portion of the Gospel of the disciple
+"whom Jesus loved."--From Mr. Elliott Stock comes a small volume
+of "Addresses to all Sorts and Conditions of Men," which have been
+delivered at various times and in various places by Archdeacon
+Madden, who is well known as an earnest and gifted preacher to
+young men, and we can but hope that these outspoken truths may,
+in their more permanent form, be the means of much lasting good.
+We hope shortly to introduce Archdeacon Madden more directly to
+our readers by means of our own pages, and also Dr. R. F. Horton,
+who is responsible for "The Commandments of Jesus," which has just
+reached us from Messrs. Isbister. It should be emphasised at once
+that the book does not deal with the commandments given to Moses,
+but with the commandments delivered by our Lord whilst on earth. Dr.
+Horton claims that a careful study of these will prove that they
+form "a sufficient, authoritative, and exact rule of life" at the
+present day, and he has ably upheld and explained what he so happily
+terms "the eternal code of Jesus."--To turn from theological
+to lighter works, we are pleased to draw attention to Mr. S. H.
+Hamer's "Whys and Other Whys" (Cassell and Co.), which would form
+an admirable present for little people. The author tells a number
+of humorous stories of "Curious Creatures and their Tales," which
+will amuse and delight the children, whilst the many quaint and
+clever illustrations by Mr. Neilson combine to make this one of the
+best gift-books of the season.--For the little ones and also to
+"children of a larger growth" we can heartily commend Mrs. Orman
+Cooper's life of "John Bunyan, the Glorious Dreamer" (Sunday School
+Union), which is written from an extensive knowledge of the subject
+(gained principally from many years' residence in Bedford), and is
+also copiously illustrated.--We have also to acknowledge the receipt
+of "Rabbi Sanderson" (Hodder and Stoughton) by Ian Maclaren, which
+forms a companion to his former short story, "A Doctor of the Old
+School," though we feel it is not so brilliant as the latter; of
+"Neil Macleod" (same publishers), an interesting and well-written
+story of literary life in London; and also of "Silver Tongues"
+(Morgan and Scott), which consists of a series of talks to the
+young by the Rev. John Mitchell, based on simple objects of common
+knowledge, such as a leaf, a thimble, flowers, etc., and enriched by
+many appropriate lessons.
+
+
+Four Anchors from the Stern.
+
+These anchors, our Revised Version tells us, the sailors "let go"
+on St. Paul's disastrous voyage towards Rome, "fearing lest haply
+we should be cast ashore on rocky ground." There is many a reef of
+rocks which threatens a young man or woman's barque, as it is pushed
+off across the waters of life's ocean; and, at the close of this
+century, one such reef is certainly the neglect and desecration
+of the Sabbath. It is difficult, perhaps undesirable, to lay down
+minute rules upon a subject concerning the details of which good
+folks conscientiously differ; but, in days when the social trend
+is distinctly towards laxity, there are four main principles which
+must be binding on all who acknowledge the New Testament as the
+supreme law of life. Little, comparatively, is said there about the
+observance of the first day of the week, but that little is very
+helpful and suggestive. (1) Sunday should be a day of joy. It was
+"with great joy" that the holy women returned from the sepulchre
+after the resurrection. Let us try and make Sunday bright and
+happy, especially to children and to the poor. (2) Sunday must
+be a day of worship. The disciples were wont to meet together to
+break bread in remembrance of their Master, and (Acts xx. 7) to
+hear a sermon. (3) Sunday must be a day of generosity and kindness.
+The apostle specially enjoins that each one should "lay by him in
+store, as he may prosper." The spirit of this command must forbid
+selfish entertainments and recreations, which impose extra toil on
+hard-worked servants. (4) Sunday should be a day of rest, and (to
+some extent, at least), of holy contemplation. St. John the Divine
+at Patmos was "in the spirit on the Lord's Day," when he saw the
+vision of the New Jerusalem. Sundays upon earth are a preparation
+for "the Sabbaths of Eternity." Neglect and desecration are "rocks
+ahead." Young men and maidens who fare forth into the world, and are
+apt to be driven rockward by the powerful and dangerous currents of
+public opinion, will find that these four stout scriptural anchors
+will hold their craft secure and fast.
+
+
+Crowns of Thorns and Crowns of Righteousness.
+
+A man called upon President Lincoln, introduced himself as one of
+his best friends, and asked for a Government post, then vacant, on
+the ground that it was solely through the applicant's exertions that
+he was elected to the Presidency. "Oh, indeed," said Lincoln; "then
+I now look upon the man who, of all men, has crowned my existence
+with a crown of thorns. No post for you in my gift, I assure you.
+I wish you good-morning." Thus it is that, when we obtain them, we
+care nothing about things that once were objects of our ambition. It
+will not be so with the never-fading crowns of righteousness that
+are the rewards of another and happier world.
+
+[Illustration: MISS HARRISON.
+(_The veteran Leicester Sunday-school teacher._)
+
+(_Photo: A. Pickering, Leicester._)]
+
+
+The Leicester Silver Medallist.
+
+Many of our readers will be pleased to see the accompanying
+portrait of Miss Anne Harrison, the veteran Sunday-school teacher
+of Leicestershire, who was recently awarded the Silver Medal and
+Presentation Bible for the longest known period of service in that
+county. Fifty-eight years ago Miss Harrison commenced work in
+the Sunday-school attached to the Baptist Chapel in Harvey Lane,
+Leicester, and is still to be found at her post Sunday after Sunday,
+devoting all her energies to the cause which is so near her heart,
+and which she has so faithfully served for over half a century.
+
+
+=ROLL OF HONOUR FOR SUNDAY-SCHOOL WORKERS.=
+
+The =Special Silver Medal= and =Presentation Bible= offered for
+the longest known Sunday-school service in the county of =Sussex=
+(for which applications were invited up to November 30th) have been
+gained by
+
+  MR. CHARLES WATTS,
+  14, Western Road, Hove,
+
+who has distinguished himself by =fifty-one= years' service in the
+county, forty-nine of which were spent in Christ Church Sunday
+School, Montpelier Road, Brighton.
+
+As already announced, the next territorial county for which claims
+are invited for the Silver Medal is
+
+  =WILTSHIRE=,
+
+and applications, on the special form, must be received on or before
+December 31st, 1898. We may add that =Durham= is the following
+county selected, the date-limit for claims in that case being
+January 31st, 1899. This county, in its turn, will be followed by
+=Devonshire=, for which the date will be one month later--viz.
+February 31st, 1899.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_Erratum._--Susan Hammond, the Essex County Medallist, was
+inadvertently described in our November number as Miss Hammond
+instead of Mrs. Hammond.
+
+
+=THE QUIVER FUNDS.=
+
+The following is a list of contributions received from November 1st
+up to and including November 30th, 1898. Subscriptions received
+after this date will be acknowledged next month:--
+
+For ="The Quiver" Christmas Stocking Fund=: Jessie B., Clerkenwell,
+2s. 6d.; A School Girl, Stockport, 3s.; A. Newport, Dorchester,
+1s.; L. Holland, Crouch End, 2s.; C. D., Bradford-on-Avon, 2s.; A
+Sunday Scholar, 1s.; M. T., 3s.; E. E., Newmarket, 3s.; B. Burston,
+Moreland Court, 1s.; A Few Friends at Hazelwood, 5s.; F. S. T.,
+1s.; R. S., Crouch End, 5s.; E. M. Ellis, Derby, 1s.; Mrs. S.,
+Newport, 5s.; Mrs. J. Cunningham, West Kensington, 5s.; E. Baylis,
+Woldingham, 10s.; Violet, 2s.; H. D., 10s.; G. S. Andrews, 3s.;
+A Reader, 2s.; E. R. Boys, Warlingham, 3s.; M. A., Kilburn, 1s.;
+Sympathy, 1s. 6d.; Mrs. Anderson, 1s.; Anon., Croydon, 2s. 2d.; M.,
+Horsham, 5s.; S. L. G., Camberwell, 5s.; Anon., East Grinstead,
+10s.; Anon., Dublin, 1s.; W. Dellar, 1s.; Little Florrie, Brighton,
+2s.
+
+For "_The Quiver_" _Waifs' Fund_: J. J. E. (132nd donation), 5s.;
+A Glasgow Mother (102nd donation), 1s.; S. A., Newport, 10s.; A
+Swansea Mother, 5s.
+
+For _Dr. Barnardo's Homes_: An Irish Girl, 6s. 6d.; E. E.,
+Newmarket, 2s.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Editor is always pleased to receive and forward to the
+institutions concerned the donations of any of his readers who wish
+to help the movements referred to in the pages of THE QUIVER. All
+contributions of one shilling and upwards will be acknowledged.
+
+[Illustration: decorative]
+
+
+
+
+THE QUIVER BIBLE CLASS.
+
+(BASED ON THE INTERNATIONAL SCRIPTURE LESSONS.)
+
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+25. Why was the place where our Lord performed His first miracle
+called Cana of Galilee?
+
+26. Why was such a large quantity of water provided at Jewish feasts?
+
+27. How many disciples were with Jesus at the marriage in Cana of
+Galilee?
+
+28. What proof have we that Nicodemus was a member of the Sanhedrim
+or great council of the Jews?
+
+29. In what words does our Lord refer to His crucifixion while
+speaking to Nicodemus?
+
+30. What was the piece of land which Jacob gave to his son Joseph?
+
+31. In what way could the woman of Samaria speak of Jacob as "our
+father"?
+
+32. How did the Samaritans show their belief in Jesus as the
+Redeemer of all mankind?
+
+33. In what way did our Lord manifest His Divine power to the
+nobleman of Capernaum?
+
+34. At what celebrated place in Jerusalem did our Lord heal a man
+who had been ill for thirty-eight years?
+
+35. Quote words in which Jesus speaks of Himself as the Judge of the
+quick and dead.
+
+36. Why was it that when our Lord said to the Jews "My Father
+worketh hitherto, and I work," they sought to kill Him?
+
+
+ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ON PAGE 192.
+
+13. He broke the most solemn oath which he had made to the King of
+Babylon (2 Chron. xxxvi. 13).
+
+14. His eyes were burned out, and he was taken prisoner to Babylon
+(Jer. lii. 11).
+
+15. The prophecy of Ezekiel, who foretold that Zedekiah should die
+at Babylon, but should not see it (Ezek. xii. 13).
+
+16. He says the revelation of the Old Testament was given at various
+times, and in many different ways, but the Gospel was revealed to
+mankind by the Son of God Himself (Heb. i. 1, 2).
+
+17. "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister
+for them who shall be heirs of salvation?" (Heb. i. 14).
+
+18. It declares the divinity of Christ and records the deeper
+spiritual truths of His teaching (St. John i. 1-14, and xx. 31).
+
+19. "The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us" (St. John i. 14).
+
+20. "Behold, I will send My messenger, and he shall prepare the way
+before Me" (Malachi iii. 1, and iv. 5).
+
+21. "For thou art an holy people unto the Lord thy God; the Lord thy
+God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto Himself" (Deut.
+vii. 6; St. John i. 11).
+
+22. When his brother, St. Philip, tried to bring him to see Jesus,
+he said, "We have found Him, of whom Moses in the law, and the
+prophets, did write" (St. John i. 45).
+
+23. Jesus said unto him, "Before that Phillip called thee, when thou
+wast under the fig tree, I saw thee" (St. John i. 48).
+
+24. As Jesus passed by St. John said, "Behold the Lamb of God!" (St.
+John i. 36).
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's note:
+
+Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
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+
+Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.
+Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as
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+
+The cover for the eBook version of this book was created by the
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+
+Page 266: "God answered Job out _out of_ whirlwind." The transcriber
+has change this line to: "God answered Job _out of_ the whirlwind."c
+domain.
+
+
+
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