must be that we did not regard the battle as of much importance to us, and that we had but little sympathy with "the bragging Spaniard."

From Chambers' Journal.
A HOUSE DIVIDED AGAINST ITSELF.

BY MRS. OLIPHANT.

CHAPTER XI.

WITHIN the first few days, a great many of these conversations took place, and Frances gradually formed an idea to herself, not, perhaps, very like reality, but yet an idea, of the other life from which her sister had come. The chief figure in it was "mamma," the mother with whom Constance was so carelessly familiar, and of whom she herself knew nothing at all. Frances did not learn from her sister's revelations to love her mother. The effect was very different from that which, in such circumstances, would have taken place in a novel. She came to look upon this unknown representative of "the par

Sir William Stirling-Maxwell has not only given us the results of careful study and patient judgment; he has in large measure supplied, and he has most copiously indicated, in his appendix, the sources from which the history of the times with which he deals is to be obtained. He has enriched his work with copies of portraits, of curious medals, of arms, and of trophies. Indeed he has done all that was possible to place the whole of his subject before his reader, and to save the trouble of reference and verification. We do not think that he has so much presented to us new facts, or new views of the time of which he treats, as that he has raised a new and proper inter-ents' side,” as Constance said, as upon a est in a time which is eminently worthy of a student's regard. We have heard of such a thing as a biographer choosing his subject that he might set up an idol, execute literary fetich-rites himself, and endeavor to make his readers idolaters. This has not been Sir William StirlingMaxwell's failing. He has observed towards Don John the strictest fairness and impartiality, and not forgotten that he owed a duty to his readers as well as to his hero. In traversing a field so wide as that which his history covers, he cannot but have formed and expressed opinions of persons and events from which many may differ; yet the most uncompromising dissentient ought to, and probably would, admit that he has done all in a laudable and equitable spirit.

sort of natural opponent, one who understood but little and sympathized not at all with the younger, the other portion, the generation which was to succeed and replace her. Of this fact the other girl never concealed her easy conviction. The elders for the moment had the power in their hands, but by-and-by their day would be over. There was nothing unkind or cruel in this certainty; it was simply the course of nature, which by-and-by would be upset by natural progress of events, and which in the mean time was modified by the other certainty, that if the young stood firm, the elders had no alternative but to give in. Altogether, it was evident the parents' side was not the winning side: but all the same it had the power of annoying the other to a very great extent, The style of the book is, in our opinion, and exercised this power with a selfishhappy. The narration is lively and enter-ness which was sometimes brutal. Mamtaining; but the dignity and sobriety ma, it was evident, had not considered which become history are nowhere want. Constance at all. She had taken her ing. Clearly, the matter to be told was, in the author's mind, more important than the manner of telling; and yet the manner is worthy of much commendation. Some of the war scenes are depicted with great force; the description of the waters of Lepanto, covered with wreck after the great action, being very picturesque. The accounts of shows and pageants are all lively and impressive. The notices of the life and death of Pope Pius V. are attractive pieces. Whether or not, before this book was published, the public were aware how much such a work was wanted, certain it is that, having such a work, the public will consider no library complete, on the shelves of which Don John of Austria" has not a place.

about into society for her own ends, not
for her daughter's pleasure. She had
formed a plan by which Constance was
to be handed over to another proprie-
tor without any consultation of her own
wishes.

The heart of Frances sank as she slowly
identified this maternal image, so differ-
ent from the image of fancy. She tried
to compare it with the image which she
herself might in her turn have communi-
cated of her father, had it been she who
was the expositor. It frightened her to
find, as she tried this experiment in her
own mind, that the representation of papa
would not have been much more satisfac-
tory. She would have shown him as
passing his time chiefly in his library,

taking very little notice of her tastes and wishes, settling what was to be done, where to go, everything that was of any importance in their life, without at all taking into account what she wished. This she had always felt to be perfectly natural, and she had no feeling of a grievance in the matter; but supposing it to be nec. essary to tell the story to an ignorant person, what would that ignorant person's opinion be? It gave her a great shock to perceive that the impression produced would also be one of harsh authority, indifferent, taking no note of the inclinations of those who were subject to it. That was how Constance would represent papa. It was not the case, and yet it would look so to one who did not know. Perceiving this, Frances came to feel that it might be natural to represent the world as consisting of two factions, parents and children. There was a certain truth in it. If there should happen to occur any question - which was impossible - between papa and herself, she felt sure that it would be very difficult for him to realize that she had a will of her own; and yet Frances was very conscious of having a will of her own.

appear hard and unyielding which had been elastic and infinite. The vague and imaginary were a great deal more lovely than this, which, according to her sister's revelation, was the real and true.

Another very curious experience for Frances occurred when Mrs. Durant and Mrs. Gaunt, as in duty bound, and moved with lively curiosity, came to call and make acquaintance with Mr. Waring's new daughter. Constance regarded these visitors with languid curiosity, only half rising from her chair to acknowledge her introduction to them, and leaving Frances to answer the questions which they thought it only civil to put. Did she like Bordighera ?

"O yes; well enough," Constance rcplied.

"My sister thinks the people not so picturesque as she expected," said Fran ces.

"But of course she felt the delightful difference in the climate?" People, Mrs. Durant understood, were suffering dreadfully from east wind in London.

"Ah! one doesn't notice in town," said Constance.

"My sister is not accustomed to living without comforts and with so little furniture. You know that makes a great difference," said her anxious expositor and apologist.

it was that some who were evidently English should either poke into the Roman Catholic places or never go to church at all.

In this way she learned a great many things vaguely through the talk of her sister. She learned that balls and other entertainments, such as, to her inexperienced fancy, had seemed nothing but And then there would ensue a long pleasure, were not in reality intended, at pause, which the new-comer did nothing least as their first object, for pleasure at at all to break, and the conversation fell all. Constance spoke of them as things into the ordinary discussion of who was to which one must go. "We looked in at church on Sunday, how many new peofor an hour," she would say. "Mammaple from the hotels, and how disgraceful thinks she ought to have half-a-dozen places to go to every evening," with a tone in which there was more sense of injury than pleasure. Then there was the mysterious question of love, which was at once so simple and so awful a matter, on which there could be no doubt or question that, it appeared, was quite a complicated affair, in which the lover, the hero, was transferred into "the man,' whose qualities had to be discovered and considered, as if he were a candidate for a public office. All this bewildered Frances more than can be imagined or described. Her sister's arrival, and the disclosures involved in it, had broken up to her all the known lines of heaven and earth; and now that everything had set tled down again, and these lines were beginning once more to be apparent, Frances felt that though they were wider, they were narrower too. She knew a great deal more; but knowledge only made that

"It comes to the same thing, indeed," Mrs. Durant said indignantly; for when they go to the native place of worship, they don't understand. Even I, that have been so long on the Continent, I can't follow the service."

"But papa can," said Tasie.

“Ah, papa — papa is much more highly educated than I could ever pretend to be; and besides, he is a theologian, and knows. There were quite half-a-dozen people, evi. dently English, whom I saw with my own eyes coming out of the chapel on the Marina. Oh, don't say anything, Tasie! I think, in a foreign place, where the English have a character to keep. up, it is quite a sin."

"You know, mamma, they think nobody knows them," Tasie said.

stance said, that she was a humbug, that
she was a deceiver, because she pretended
to care? Frances was much confused by
this question. There was something in
it: perhaps it was true. She faltered as
she replied: "Do you think it is wrong
to sympathize? It is true that I don't
feel all that for myself. But still it is not
false, for I do feel it for them in a sort
of a way."

Mrs. Gaunt did not care so much who the other. And was it true what Con. attended church; but when she found that Constance had, as she told the general, "really nothing to say for herself," she too dropped into her habitual mode of talk. She did her best in the first place to elicit the opinions of Constance about Bordighera and the climate, about how she thought Mr. Waring looking, and if dear Frances was not far stronger than she used to be. But when these judicious inquiries failed of a response, Mrs. Gaunt almost turned her back upon Constance. "I have had a letter from Katie, my dear," she said.

"Have you indeed? I hope she is quite well-and the babies?"

"Oh, the babies; they are always well. But poor Katie, she has been a great sufferer. I told you she had a touch of fever, by last mail. Now, it is her liver. You are never safe from your liver in In. dia. She had been up to the hills, and there she met Douglas, who had gone to settle his wife and children. His wife is a poor little creature, always ailing; and their second boy But, dear me, I have not told you my great news. Fran George is coming home! He is coming by Brindisi and Venice, and will be here directly. I told him I was sure all my kind neighbors would be so glad to see him; and it will be so nice for him - don't you think to see Italy on his way?"

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Oh, very nice!" said Frances. "And you must be very happy, both the general and you."

"The general does not say much; but he is just as happy as I am. Fancy! by next mail! in another week!" The poor lady dried her eyes, and added, laughing, sobbing: "Only think - in a week· - my youngest boy!"

"Do you mean to say," said Constance, when Mrs. Gaunt was gone, "that you have made them believe you care? Oh, that is exactly like mamma. She makes people think she is quite happy and quite miserable about their affairs, when she does not care one little bit! What is this woman's youngest son to you?"

"But she is I have been here all my life. I am glad that she should be happy," cried Frances, suddenly placed upon her defence.

"And that is all the society you have here? the clergywoman, and the old soldier. And will they expect me, too, to feel for them-in a sort of a way?"

"Dear Constance," said Frances in a
pleading tone, "it could never be quite
the same, you know, because you are a
stranger, and I have known them ever
since I was quite a little thing. They
have all been very kind to me. They
used to have me to tea; and Tasie would
play with me; and Mrs. Gaunt brought
down all her Indian curiosities to amuse
me. Oh, you don't know how kind they

are. I wonder, sometimes, when I see
all the carved ivory things, and remember
how they were taken out from under the
glass shades for me, a little thing, how I
didn't break them, and how dear Mrs.
Gaunt could trust me with them. And
then Tasie —

"Tasie! What a ridiculous name! But
it suits her well enough. She must be
forty, I should think."

Her right name is Anastasia. She is
called after the Countess of Denrana, who
is her godmother," said Frances with
great gravity. She had heard this expla-
nation a great many times from Mrs.
Durant, and unconsciously repeated it in
something of the same tone. Constance
received this with a sudden laugh, and
clapped her hands.

"I didn't know you were a mimic.
That is capital. Do Tasie now.
I am
sure you can; and then we shall have got
a laugh out of them at least."

"What do you mean?" asked Frances,
growing pale. "Do you think I would
laugh at them? When you know how
really good they are"

"O yes; I suppose I shall soon know," said Constance, opening her mouth in a yawn, which Frances thought would have been dreadful in any one else, but which, When she thought of it, Mrs. Gaunt's somehow, was rather pretty in her. Ev youngest boy was nothing at all to her; erything was rather pretty in her, even nor did she care very much whether all her little rudenesses and impertinences. the English in the hotels on the Marina" If I stay here, of course I shall have to went to church. But Mrs. Gaunt was be intimate with them, as you have been. interested in the one, and the Durants in And must 1 take a tender interest in the

youngest boy? Let us see! He will be a young soldier probably, as his mother is an old one, and as he is coming from India. He will never have seen any one. He is bound to take one of us for a goddess, either you or me."

"Constance!" cried Frances, in her consternation raising her voice.

"Well!" said her sister, "is there any thing wonderful in that? We are very different types, and till we see the hero, we shall not be able to tell which he is likely to prefer. I see my way to a little diversion, if you will not be too puritanical, Fan. That never does a man any harm. It will rouse him up; it will give him something to think of. A place like this can't have much amusement, even for a youngest boy. We shall make him enjoy himself. His mother will bless us. You know, everybody says it is part of education for a man.' "9"

right to have taken us both. Men have more rights than women. We belong to him, but we don't belong to her. I don't see the reason of it, but still that is law. He allowed her to have one of us always. I dare say he thought two little things like what we were then would have been a bore to him. At all events, that is how it was settled. Now, it does not need much cleverness to see, that as I have left her, she will probably claim you. She will not let papa off anything he has promised. She likes a girl in the house. She will say: Send me Frances.' I should like to hide behind a door or under a table, and see how you get on."

"I am sure you must be mistaken," said Frances, much disturbed; "there was never any question about me."

O yes;

No; because I was there. there was often question of you. Mamma has a little picture of you as you were when Frances looked at her sister with eyes you were taken away. It always hangs in bewildered, somewhat horrified, full of dis- her room; and when I had to be scolded approval; while Constance, roused still she used to apostrophize you. She used more by her sister's horror than by the to say: That little angel would never first mischievous suggestion which had have done so-and-so.' I did, for I was a awakened her from her indifference, little demon; so I rather hated you. She laughed, and woke up into full animation. will send for you now; and I wonder if "We will go and return their visits," she you will be a little angel still. I should said, "and I will be sympathetic too. like to see how you get on. But I shall But you shall see when I take up a part I be fully occupied here driving people to make much more of it than you do. I church, and making things pleasant for the know who these people were who did not old soldier's youngest son.' go to church. They were my people - the "I wish you would not talk so wildly," people I travelled with; and they shall go said Frances. "You are laughing at me next Sunday; and Tasie's heart shall re- all the time. You think I am such a simjoice. When we call, I will let them pleton, I will believe all you say. And know that England, even at Bordighera, indeed, I am not clever enough to underexpects every man-and every woman, stand when you are laughing at me. which is more to the purpose and that this is impossible. That I should take their absence was remarked. They will your place, and that you should take mine never be absent again, Fan. And as for oh, impossible!" cried Frances, with a the other interest, I shall inquire all about sharper certainty than ever, as that last Katie's illnesses, and secure the very last astounding idea made itself apparent: that intelligence about the youngest boy. She Constance should order papa's dinners will show me his photograph. She will and see after the mayonnaise, and guide tell me stories of how he cut his first Mariuccia—“oh, impossible!" she cried. tooth. I wonder," said Constance, suddenly pausing and falling back into the old languid tone, "whether you will take up my old ways, when you are with mamma." "I shall never have it in my power to try," said Frances. "Mamma will never want me." She was a little shy of using that name.

All

"Nothing is impossible. You think I am not good enough to do the housekeeping for papa. I only hope you will s'en "tirer of the difficulties of my place, as I shall of yours. Be a kind girl, and write to me, and tell me how things go. I know what will happen. You will think every. thing is charming at first; and then But don't let Markham get hold of you. Markham is very nice. He is capital for getting you out of a scrape; but still, I should not advise you to be guided by him, especially as you are papa's child, and he is not fond of papa."

"Don't you know the condition, then? I think you don't half know our story. Papa behaved rather absurdly, but honestly too. When they separated, he settled that one of us should always be with her, and one of us with him. He had the

"If

"Please don't say any more," cried | to be a little jealous of the signora's Frances. "I am not going anywhere. absorption in her new companion. I shall live as I have always done; but the young lady is indeed your sister, it is only more pleasantly from having you.' "natural she should have a great deal of "That is very pretty of you," said your attention; but not even for that does Constance, turning round to look at her; one desert one's old friends," Mariuccia "if you are sure you mean it, and that it said with a little offended dignity. is not only true in a sort of a way. I am afraid I have been nothing but a bore, breaking in upon you like this. It would be nice if we could be together," she added very calmly, as if, however, no great amount of philosophy would be necessary to reconcile her to the absence of her sister. "It would be nice; but it wil not be allowed. You needn't be afraid, though, for I can give you a number of hints which will make it much easier. Mamma is a little she is just a littlebut I should think you would get on with her. You look so young, for one thing. She will begin your education over again, and she likes that; and then you are like her, which will give you a great pull. It is very funny to think of it; it is like a transformation scene; but I dare say we shall both get on a great deal better than you think. For my part, I never was the least afraid."

With this Constance sank into her chair again, and resumed the book she had been reading, with that perfect composure and indifference which filled Frances with admiration and dismay.

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It was with difficulty that Frances her self kept her seat or her self command at all. She had been drawing, making one of those innumerable sketches which could be made from the loggia - now of a peak among the mountains; now of the edge of foam on the blue, blue margin of the sea; now of an olive, now of a palm. Frances had a persistent conscientious way of besieging nature, forcing her day by day to render up the secret of another tint, another shadow. It was thus she had come to the insight which had made her father acknowledge that she was grow. ing up." But today her hand had no cunning. Her pulses beat so tumultuously that her pencil shared the agitation, and fluttered too. She kept still as long as she could, and spoiled a piece of paper, which to Frances, with very little money to lose, was something to be thought of. And when she had accomplished this, and added to her excitement the disagreeable and confusing effect of failure in what she was doing, Frances got up abruptly and took refuge in the household concerns, in directions about the dinner and consultations with Mariuccia, who was beginning

But

to meet

Frances felt, with a sinking of the heart, that her sister's arrival had been to her perhaps less an unmixed pleasure than to any of the household. But she did not say so. She made no exhibition of the trouble in her bosom, which even the consultations over the mayonnaise did not allay. That familiar duty indeed soothed her for the moment. The question was whether it should be made with chicken or fish a very important matter. though this did something to relieve her, the culinary effort did not last. To think of being sent away into that new world in which Constance had been brought up to leave everything she knew "mamma," whose name she whispered to herself almost trembling, feeling as if she took a liberty with a stranger all this was bewildering, wonderful, and made her heart beat and her head ache. It was not altogether that the anticipation was painful. There was a flutter of excitement in it which was almost delight; but it was an alarmed delight, which shook her nerves as much as if it had been unmixed terror. She could not compose herself into indifference, as Constance did, or sit quietly down to think, or resume her usual occupation in the face of this sudden opening out before her of the unforeseen and unknown.

From The Fortnightly Review. ORGANIC NATURE'S RIDDLE.

AMONGST the many sagacious sayings of the patient and profound thinkers of Germany, not the least noteworthy was Schelling's affirmation that the phenomena of instinct are some of the most important of all phenomena, and capable of serving as a very touchstone whereby the value of competing theories of the universe may be effectually tested. His prescience has been justified by our experience. The greatest scientific event of the present time is the wide acceptance of the theory of evolution, and its use as a weapon of offence and defence. It is used both against the belief that intelligent purpose is, as it were, incarnate in the living world about us, and also in favor of a