my ear.


And aft, alas ! wi' bitter heart

The Books at e'en I ta'en.
On, sing that plaintive sang, dear May !
Ance mair, cre life I tyne;

Nane think how sadly owre my head
There's no in a' the world, dear bairn,

The lang, lang years hae passed ; A voice sae sweet as thine.

Nane ken how near its end has crept Alang life's brig I've tottered lang;

The langest and the last. The broken arch is near ;

But I fu’ brawly ken; for, May, And when I fa', I fain wad hae

Your grannie cam' yestreen, Thy warbling

And joy and hope were in her smile,

And welcome in her een.
Oh, sing again that plaintive sang !
It waukens memories sweet,

Sit near me, May; sit nearer yet!
That slumbered in the past afar,

My heart at times stauns still : Whare youth an' bairn-time meet.

'Tis sweet to fa' asleep for aye I roam through woods wi' berries rich,

By sic a blithesome rill. Or owre the breezy hills

My thonghts are wanderin', bairn. The veil Unwearicd wander far, to dream

O'heaven aside seems drawn, Beside love-hallowed rills.

The deepenin' autumn gloamin's turned

To summer's brightest dawn.
Sit owre beside me, winsome bairn,
And let me kiss thy broo;

My een grow heavy, May, and dim.
Wi' baith thy warm wee hauns press mine- What unco sounds I hear!
Oh, would the end come noo!

It seems a sweeter voice than thino
Or would—but 'tis á sinfu' wish,

That's croonin' in my ear, As sinfu' as it's vain ;

Lean owre me wi' thy grannie's face, We could not sit forever thus,

And waefu' glistenin' ee; Nor thou a child remain.

Lean kindly owre me, bairn, for nano

Maun close my een but thee. There's nane I love like thee, dear bairn

DAVID WINGATB Thou ken’st nae why, I ween?

-Blackwood's Magazine. Thou only hast thy grannie's smile,

Thou only her blue ecn; Thou only wilt the village maids

REDIVIVA. Like her in sang excel ;

Ah, is it in her eyes, Thou only hast her brow and cheek,

Or is it in her hair, Wi’ rosy dimple dell.

Or on her tender lips, It's mony weary years since she

Or is it everywhere ? Was 'neath the gowans laid,

'Tis but one little child Yet aft I hear her on the brae,

Among the many round; And see her waving plaid ;

Yet she holds me in a spell,
And aften yet, in lanely hours,

And I am on holy ground.
Returns the thrill o'pride
I felt, when first we mutual love

As I look into her eyes,
Confessed on Lavern side.

The long years backward glide,

And I am alone with Darling, They say there's music in the storm

Two children side by side.
That tower and tree owreturns,

Her sash blows over my kneo,
And beauty in the smooring drift
That hides the glens and burns ;

Her ringlets dance on my cheek :

And do I see her smile ?
And mercy in the fate that from

And shall I hear her speak ?
The wacfu' husband tears
The angel o' a happy hame,

O Love, so royally trustful, . The love o' early years :

That your faith and fulfilment were ono!

O World, that doest so much!
Bụt he whase house the storm has wrecked,

O God, that beholdest it done!
Nae music hears it breathe;
Wha c'er saw beauty in the drift

She looks me clear in the face,
That happ'd a frecn’ wi' death?

She sars, * Please tell us the time,' Oh, wha, when fate wi' ruthless haun'

And I, “Tis twenty years sinceHis life's ae flower lays low,

Oh, no, 'tis a quarter to nine.' Can breathe a grateful prayer, and feel

And the children go for their hats, There's mercy in the blow?

And homewards blithely run ; Sae thought I when her een I closed,

But I am left with the memory And, though the thought was wrang,

In which Past and Future are one. It haunted me when to the fields

Ah, and was it in her eyes, My meals no more she brang;

Or was it in her hair, And aften by the lane dykeside

Or on her tender lips, A tearfu' grace was sain;

Or was it everywhere ? * Sain said.

- Fraser's Magazine.


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1. Mistress and Maid,

Concluded, 2. Markham's Travels in Peru and India,

Examiner, 3. Winthrop Mackworth Praed,

Saturday Review, 4. Gymnastic Training of Soldiers,

Examiner, 6. Saying Disagreeable Things,

Saturday Review, 6. Gold Discoveries,

Examiner, Sources of French Literature,

Saturday Review, 8. How Thomas Jefferson foreshadowed the Financial Policy for 1862, .

Philadelphia Inquirer, Address to Readers and Title and Index of Vol. 75.

PAGE, 579 597 600 604 606 610 612


POETRY.-Katie Lee and Willie Grey, 578. Sea-Gleams, 578. In the Moonlight, 578. A Gladstonian Distinction, 609.

SHORT_ARTICLES.-Railway from Smyrna to Ephesus, 596. Researches on the Nature and Treatment of Diabetes, 591. Earthquakes in Fayal, 599, Inquest on the Body of Hannah Brooks, 603. Wonderful Discovery in Electricity, 603. The Revolutionary Debt, 609.



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IN THE MOONLIGHT LONG AGO. Two brown heads with tossing curls,

(SONG FOR MUSIC.) Red lips shutting over pearls, Bare feet white and wet with dew,

You love me well, I know, wife, Two eyes black and two eyes blue;

In spite of frown and toss ; Little boy and girl were they,

In the moonlight long ago, wife,

You didn't look so cross; Katie Lee and Willie Grey.

In your little scarlet cloak, dear, They were standing where a brook,

You tripped along the moss, Bending like a shepherd's crook,

And all at once I spoke, dear,
Flashed its silver : and thick ranks

Though sadly at a loss.
Of green willows fringed the banks ;
Half in thought and half in play,

You hung your pretty head, then,
Katie Lee and Willie Grey.

And answered very low ;

I scarce heard what you said, then, They had cheeks like cherries red;

But I knew it wasn't “ No." He was taller-'most a head;

My joy I couldn't speak, love, She, with arms like wreaths of snow,

But a hundred times or so, Swung a basket to and fro,

I kissed a velvet cheek, love, As she loitered, half in play,

In the moonlight long ago. Chattering with Willie Grey.

- Mary Brotherton. “Pretty Katie," Willie said, And there came a dash of red Through the brownness of his cheek, “Boys are strong and girls are weak, And I'll carry, so I will,

SEA GLEAMS. Katie's basket up the hill."

'Twas a sullen summer day, Katie answered, with a laugh, You shall carry only half;

Skies were neither dark nor clear ;

Heaven in the distance sheer And then tossing back her curls,

Over sharp cliffs sloped away"Boys are weak as well as girls.”

Ocean did not yet appear.
Do you think that Katie guessed
Half the wisdom she expressed ?

Not as yet a white sail shimmered ;
Men are only boys grown tall,

Not with silverness divine Hearts don't change much after all ;

Did the great Atlantic shine ; And when, long years from that day,

Only very far there glimmered
Katie Lee and Willie Grey

Dimly one long tremulous line.
Stood again beside the brook
Bending like a shepherd's crook-

In the hedge were roses, snowed

Or blushcd o'er by summer morn. Is it strange that Willie said

Right and left grew fields of corn, While again a dash of red

Stretching greenly from the road; Crossed the brownness of his cheek

From the bay a breath was borne. I am strong and you are weak; Life is but a slippery steep,

Not of the wild roses twine, Hung with shadows cold and deep;

Not of young corn waving free,

Not of clover fields, thought we; “Will you trust me, Katie dear?

Only to that dim bright lino, Walk beside me without fear ?

Looking, cried we, “'Tis the Sea !” May I carry, if I will, All your burdens up the hill."

In life's sullen summer day, And she answered, with a laugh,

Lo! before us dull hills rise, No, but you may carry half.”

And above, unlovely skies

Slope off with their bluish gray
Close beside a little brook,

O'er the eternal mysteries.
Bending like a shepherd's crook,
Washing with its silver hands,

Love's sweet roses, hope's young corn, Late and early at the sands,

Green fields whispered round and round, In a cottage, where to-day

By the breezes landward bound Katie lives with Willie Grey.

(Yet, ah! scalded, too, and torn

By the sea winds), there are found.
In a porch she sits, and lo !
Swings a basket to and fro,

And at times, in life's dull day,
Vastly different from the one

From the flower and the sod, That she swung in years agone;

And the hill our fcet have trod, This is long and deep and wide,

To a brightness far away. And bas-rockers at the side !

Turn we, saying, “ It is God!”


He was

their friendship days, was there any of that LET us linger a little over this chapter of hungry engrossment of each other's society, happy love ; so sweet, so rare a thing. Ay, which is only another form of selfishness, most rare: though hundreds continually and by which lovers so often make their own meet, love, or fancy they do, engage them happy courting-time a season of never-to-beselves, and marry; and hundreds more go forgotten bitterness to everybody connected through the same proceeding, with the slight with them. difference of the love omitted-Hamlet, with

Johanna suffered a little; all people do the part of Hamlet left out. But the real when the new rights clash with the old ones; love, steady and true : tried in the balance, but she rarely betrayed it. She was exceedand not found wanting : tested by time, si- ingly good: she saw her child happy, and lence, separation; by good and ill fortune;

she loved Robert Lyon dearly. by the natural and inevitable change which very mindful of her, very tender; and as years make in every character - this is the Hilary still persisted in doing her daily rarest thing to be found on earth, and the duty in the shop, he spent more of his most precious.

time with the elder sister than he did with I do not say that all love is worthless the younger, and sometimes declared sol. which is not exactly this sort of love. There emnly that if Hilary did not treat him well have been people who have succumbed in- he intended to make an offer to Johanna ! stantly and permanently to some mysterious sl, Oh, the innumerable little jokes of those attraction, higher than all reasoning; the happy days! Oh, the long, quiet walks by same which made Hilary“ take an interest” the riverside, through the park, across Ham in Robert Lyons' face at church, and made Common - anywhere - it did not matter him, he afterward confessed, the

the whole world looked lovely, even on the first

very time he gave Ascott a lesson in the parlor the renewed mingling of two, lives, which,

dullest winter day! Oh, the endless talks ; at Stowbury, say to himself, “ If I did

marry, I think I should like such a wife as that though divided, had never been really apart, brown-eyed bit lassie.” And there have been for neither had anything to conceal; neither other people, who choosing their partners

had ever loved any but the other. from accidental circumstances, or from mean

Robert Lyon was, as I have said, a good worldly motives, have found Providence

deal changed, outwardly and inwardly. He kinder to them than they deserved, and set- had mixed much in society, taken an exceltled down into happy, affectionate husbands lent position therein, and this had given him and wives.

not only a more polished manner, but an air But none of these loves can possibly have of decision and command, as of one used to the sweetness, the completeness of such a

be obeyed. There could not be the slightest love as that between Hilary Leaf and Rob- doubt, as Johanna once laughingly told him, ert Lyon.

that he would always be “master in his own

house." There was nothing very romantic about it. From the moment when Johanna en

But he was very gentle with his “ little tered the parlor, found them standing hand woman,” as he called her. He would sit for in hand at the fireside, and Hilary came for-hours at the "ingle-neuk”—how he did luxward and kissed her, and after a slight hes- uriate in the English fires !—with Hilary on itation Robert did the same, the affair pro- his knee, or her hand fast clasped in his.

a footstool beside him, her arm resting on ceeded in most mill-pond fashion:

And sometimes, when Johanna went out of “ Unruffled by those cataracts and breaks, the room, he would stoop and gather her That humor interposed too often makes."

close to his heart. But I shall tell no tales; There were no lovers' quarrels ; Robert the world has no business with these sort Lyon had chosen that best blessing next to of things. a good woman, a sweet-tempered woman; Hilary was very shy of parading her hapand there was no reason why they should piness : she disliked any demonstrations quarrel more as lovers than they had done thereof, even before Johanna. And when as friends. And, let it be said to the eter- Miss Balquidder, who had, of course, been nal honor of both, now, no more than in told of the engagement, came down one day

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expressly to see her " fortunate fellow-coun- when she should look k for him at the daily tryman,” this Machiavelian little woman ac- meal and daily fireside, and find bim no tually persuaded her lover to have an im- more.

poenam portant engagement in London! She could " Robert, I want to talk to you about Jo not bear him to be “ looked at."

hanna." 55" Ah, well ! you must leare me, and I will “I guess what it is,” said he, smiling; miss you terribly, my dear," said the old " You would like her to go out to India with Scotchwoman. " but it's an ill wind that us. Certainly if she chooses. I hope you blows nobody good, and I have another did not suppose I should object ? " 371 3.13

I young lady quite ready to step into your "No; but it is not that. She would not shoes. When shall you be married ?." live six months in a hot climate : the doctor

“I don't know-hush; we'll talk another tells me so." ins [pingel time,” said Hilary, glancing at Johanna. “ You consulted him ?"

Miss Balquidder took the hint and was si- Yes, confidentially, without her knowing lent.

it. But I thought it right. I wanted to That important question was indeed begin- make quite sure before before O Robning to weigh heavily on Hilary's mind. ertShe was fully aware of what Mr. Lyon The grief of her tone caused him to suswished, and, indeed, expected; that when, pect what was coming. He started. cyril the business of the firm being settled, in 1“ You don't mean that? Oh, no, you can six months hence he returned to India, he not! My little woman-my own little woman should not return alone. When he said she could not be so unkind.”. this, she had never dared to answer, hardly Hilary turned sick at heart. The dim even to think. She let the peaceful present landscape, the bright sky, seemed to mingle float on, day by day, without recognizing and dance before her, and Venus to stare at such a thing as the future. TOT her with a piercing, threatening, baleful lus- But this could not be always. It came to tre.

IS!!!??. Liens an end one January afternoon, when he had “Robert, let me sit down on the bench, returned from a second absence in Liver- and sit you beside me. It is too dark for pool. They were walking up Richmond people to notice us, and we shall not be very Hill. The sun had set frostily and red over the cold.” Bistro silver curve of the Thames, and Venus, large “No, my darling ;” and he slipped his and bright, was shining like a great eye in plaid round her shoulders, and his arm with the western sky. Hilary long remembered it. exactly how everything looked, even to the She looked up pitifully. Don't be vexed very tree they they stood under when Rob- with me, dear; I have thought it all over; ert Lyon asked her to fix definitely the day weighed it on every side; nights and nights that she would marry him.

I have been awake pondering what was right 6 Would she consent there seemed no to do. And it always comes to the same special reason to the contrary—that it should thing.", be immediately? Or would she like to " What?" main with Johanna as she was, till just be- “ It's the old story," she answered, with a fore they sailed P He wished to be as good feeble smile. “I canna leave my minnie.' as possible to Johanna-still

There is nobody in the world to take care of And something in his manner impressed Johanna but me, not even Elizabeth, who is Hilary more than ever before with the con- engrossed in little Henry. If I left her, I viction of all she was to him ; likewise, all am sure it would kill her. And she cannot he was to her. More, much more than even come with me. Dear!” (the only fond name a few short weeks since. Then, intense as she ever called him) " for these three years it was, the love had a dreamlike unreality; -you say it need only be three years—you now it was close, homelike, familiar. In- will have to go back to India alone! stinctively she clung to his arm; she had Robert Lyon was a very good man; but become so used to being Robert's darling he was only a man, not an angel ; and though

She shivered as she thought of the he made comparatively little show of it, he wide seas rolling between them ; of the time was a man very deeply in love. With that

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