so often spurned. She ran after Mr. Pren- | yearned for, and without which these pleasdergast after he had taken leave, to warn ures would be but shadows of enjoyment. him against calling in Woolstone Lane, and desired him instead to go to Master's shop, where it was sure to be known whether Miss Charlecote were in town or not.

Mr. Prendergast secretly did grateful honor to the consideration that would not let him plod all the weary way into the city. Little did he guess that it was one part mistrust of his silence, and three parts reviving pride, which forbade that Honora should know that he had received any such commission.

Yet that they were not including her in their party gave her a sense of angry neglect and impatience. She wanted to reject their in|vitation indignantly, and make a merit of the sacrifice.

The after-dinner discussion was in full progress when she was called out to speak to Mr. Prendergast. Heated, wearied, and choking with dust, he would not come beyond the hall, but before going home, he had walked all this distance to tell her the result of his expedition. Derval had not been uncivil, but evidently thought the suspicion an affront to his corps, which at present was dispersed by the end of the season. The Italian bass was a married man, and had returned to his own country. The clue had failed. The poor lost leaf must be left to drift upon unknown winds.

The day was spent in pleasant anticipations of the gratitude and satisfaction that would be excited by her magnanimous return, and her pardon to Honor and to Robert for having been in the right. She knew she could own it so graciously, that Robert would be overpowered with compunction, and forever beholden to her, and now that the Charterises were so unmitigatedly hate- "But," said the curate, by way of comful, it was time to lay herself out for good-pensation, "at Master's, I found Miss Charness, and fling him the rein, with only now lecote herself, and gave your message." and then a jerk, to remind him that she was "I gave no message." a free agent.

"No, no; because you would not send me up into the city, but I told her all you would have had to say, and how nearly you had come up with me, only I would not let you for fear she should have left town."

A long-talked-of journey on the continent was to come to pass as soon as Horatia's strain was well. In spite of wealth and splendor, Eloisa had found herself disappointed in the step that she had hoped her Cilla's face did not conceal her annoymarriage would give her into the most élite ance, but not understanding her in the least, circles. Languid and indolent as her mind he continued, "I'm sure no one could speak was, she could not but perceive that where more kindly or considerately than she did. Ratia was intimate and at case, she continued Her eyes filled with tears, and she must be on terms of form and ceremony, and her hus-heartily fond of you at the bottom, though band felt more keenly that the society in his may be rather injudicious and strict, but house was not what it had been in his moth- after what I told her, you need have no er's time. They both became restless, and fears." Lolly, who had already lived much abroad, dreaded the dulness of an English winter in the country, while Charles knew that he had already spent more than he liked to recollect, and that the only means of keeping her contented at Castle Blanch, would be to continue most ruinous expenses.

With all these secret motives, the tour was projected as a scheme of amusement, and the details were discussed between Charles and Rashe with great animation, making the soberness of Hiltonbury appear both tedious and sombre, though all the time Lucy felt that there she should again meet that which her heart both feared and

"Did you ever know me have any ?"

"Ah, well! you don't like the word, but at any rate she thinks you behaved with great spirit and discretion under the circumstances, and quite overlooks any little imprudence. She hopes to see you the day i after to-morrow, and will write and tell you so."

Perhaps no intentional slander ever gave the object greater annoyance than Cilly experienced on learning that the good curate had, in the innocence of his heart, represented her as in a state of proper feeling, and interceded for her, and it was all the worse because it was impossible to her to damp his

kind satisfaction, otherwise than by a brief | "Thank you,” the tone of which he did not comprehend.

The letters were on the breakfast-table when she came down, the earliest as usual, and one was from Honor Charlecote, the first sight striking her with vexation as dis

"Was she alone?" she asked. "Didn't I tell you the young lady was comfiting her hopes that it would come by a with her, and the brother." welcome bearer. Yet that might be no reason why he should not yet run down. She tore it open.

"Robert Fulmort?" and Cilla's heart sank at finding that it could not have been he who had been with Owen.

'Did he tell you so!" with an ill-con

cealed start of consternation.

"Not he; lads have strange manners. I should have thought, after the terms we were upon here, he need not have been quite so much absorbed in his book as never to speak!"

"He has plenty in him instead of manners," said Lucilla; "but I'll take him in hand for it!"

"My dearest Lucy-until I met Mr. Prendergast yesterday, I was not sure that you had actually returned, or I would not have delayed an hour in assuring you, if you could not doubt it, that my pardon is ever ready for you.

("Many thanks," was the muttered comment. "O that poor, dear, stupid man, would that I had stopped his mouth!")

"I never doubted that your refinement and sense of propriety would be revolted at the consequences of what I always saw to be mere thoughtlessness-"

("Dearly beloved of an old maid is, I told you so!")

dear child showed so much truc delicacy and "but I am delighted to hear that my dignity in her trying predicament—”

Though Lucilla's instinct of defence had spoken up for Robert, she felt hurt at his treatment of her old friend, and could only excuse it by a strong fit of shy conscious moodiness. His taking the curacy was only ("Delighted to find her dear child not abexplicable, she thought, as a mode of showing his displeasure with herself, since he solutely lost to decorum! Thanks again.") could not ask ner to marry into Whitting"-and I console myself for the pain it tonia, but "That must be all nonsense,' "has given by the trust that experience has thought she, "I will soon have him down off proved a better teacher than precept." his high horse, and Mr. Parsons will never ("Where did she find that grand senkeep him to his engagement-silly fellow to tence?") have made it or if he does, I shall only have the longer to plague him. It will do him good. Let me see! he will come down to-morrow with Honor's note. I'll put on my lilac muslin with the innocent little frill, and do my hair under his favorite net, and look like such a horrid little meek ringdove that he will be perfectly disgusted with himself for having ever taken me for a fishing eagle. He will be abject, and I'll be ous, and not give another peck till it has grown intolerably stupid to go on being good, or till he presumes!

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For the first time for many weeks Lucilla awoke with the impression that something pleasant was about to befall her, and her wild heart was in a state of glad flutter as she donned the quiet dress, and found that the subdued coloring and graver style rendered her more softly lovely than she had ever seen herself.

"So that good may result from past evil and present suffering, and that you may have learnt to distrust those who would lead you to disregard the dictates of your own better

sense.'

("Meaning her own self!")

"I have said all this by letter that we may cast aside all that is painful when we meet, and only to feel that I am welcoming my child, doubly dear, because she comes owning her error.”

("I dare say! We like to be magnanimous; don't we? O, Mr. Prendergast! I could beat you!")

"Our first kiss shall seal your pardon, dearest, and not a word shall pass to remind you of this distressing page in your history."

("Distressing! Excellent fun it was. I shall make her hear my diary, if I persuade myself to encounter this intolerable kiss of peace. It will be a mercy if I don't serve

her as the thief in the fable did his mother the unworthy one! I'll never forgive that when he was going to be hanged.")

("Does he not? Another act of coercion! I suppose you put him up to this, madam, as a pleasing course of discipline. You think you have the whip hand of me; do you? Pooh! See if he'll stay at Ox-airs, and have a good fright. Why don't ford!")

they ask me to go to Paris with them? Where can I go, if they don't? To Mary Crahford's ? Stupid place, but I will show I that I'm not so hard up as to have no place but the Holt to go to! If it were only possible to stay with Mr. Prendergast, it would be best of all! Can't I tell him to catch a chaperon for me? Then he would think Honor a regular dragon, which would be a shame, for it was nobody's fault but his! I shall tell him, I'm like the Christian religion, for which people are always making apologies that it doesn't want! Two years! Patience! It will be very good for Robin,

Poor Mr. Prendergast! Did ever a more more. I declare, Cilly," he added, half in innocent mischief-maker exist?

From The Examiner. Hutton's Memoir. It is a piece of biography Poems and Essays. By the late William based upon private affection, partial and yet Caldwell Roscoe. Edited, with a Prefa- judicious in its tone, that within a little space tory Memoir, by his Brother-in-Law, has reproduced with a singular delicacy the Richard Holt Hutton. In Two Volumes. chief lights and shades of the character it Chapman and Hall. represents. From a letter to himself Mr. THESE Volumes contain all that was writ-Hutton furnishes one illustration of the tone ten for the public by a man of singular worth of his friend's humor.

day the large parcels of copper produced by the sale of milk. I ask with interest whether there when there is a falling off of fourpence. All is twopence more than yesterday; I am dejected the money we get is made into five-shilling packets of coppers, and stowed away in a cupboard. This gives a ponderous sensation of wealth, makes it impossible for thieves to take it all away at once, and prevents people calling to have their bills paid until they have an opportunity of bringing a horse and cart.""

and refined taste, who died last summer at "He wrote to me from Wales a year or two the early age of thirty-five. They will share ago: Farming prospers in the main; it is a with the Essays and Remains of Alfred very good thing to combine with literature, and Vaughan a permanent place among the un-has an excellent tendency to make one covetous obtrusive books that lie about our literature, of trifling gains. I always insist on seeing every with the beauty and truth of a short life of promise perfectly expressed in them. The subject of Mr. R. H. Hutton's delicately shaded Memoir, which says all that can complete a human interest in the collected Poems and Essays which it introduces, was the grandson of the biographer of Leo X., by form of faith a Unitarian, and trained to the bar, which, for defect of health and other reasons, he exchanged for partnership in a stone quarry and literary ease. Alfred And there is a trait of character nicely Vaughan, born in the same year with the observed in the remark upon Mr. Roscoe's younger Roscoe, and living to a like age, delight in amusing children with tales "of had begun his labor in the world as a Non- which pelicans, puffins, grasshoppers, crickconformist minister. The two men, how-ets, ponies, or dogs were the heroes." ever, differing in theological impressions, were kindred in their characters. In both Reynard the Fox was one of his favorite we find delicacy of spiritual aspiration, ac-books as a child; and it almost broke his heart,' tivity of criticism at once honest and subtle, he said, when in later life, he met with a beaua play of winning humor, a sense of poetry, with a moral conclusion. It was, he said, tifully illustrated edition of it which was fitted and a marked tendency rather to reflection like the wicked doctor who put pills instead than to action. Alfred Vaughan was the of plums into his pudding.' richer in acquired knowledge, William Roscoe applied to the reading that he shared with the million, individual reflection, always interesting, often new. His character is thus carefully summed up by his brotherin-law, Mr. Hutton, in the Prefatory Me

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"I never knew any other man whose death could have made so deep a rent in the hearts and

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"The true charm of the animal world for him was, that it had independent life enough of its own to call much fancy and insight into play in interpreting it, and yet was so completely unmoral. It gave a free range and sufficient hints to excite the imagination, without calling out that exhausting effort by which the spirit reaches his essay on ghosts, that the occupation which into a world above itself. Mr. Roscoe says in the new spirit-media attribute to the world of angels is about as noble as it would be for man family. His rich humor, his singular harmony to occupy himself in breathing into the mind of of character, his social case and insight, the ideal a dog the suggestions 'bark,' 'smell a rat,' or depth and patient meditativeness of his judgin dictating the dreams and waking thoughts ment, his public spirit and manly political inter- of a growing litter of pigs.' This remark brings ests, the sincerity and trustfulness of his friendship, the refined and human character of his tastes, the perfect veracity and light fresh beauty of his imagination, and the true humility of his faith, had made him an object of hope as well as love to many of his companions. There were several, I believe, who would have been really more clated by his success than by their own; who, had ho gained a poet's fame, would have felt their own life brighter; and who have lost in him one of the main vital springs of their own happiness."

We are tempted to illustrate the character of the mind that speaks in these two volumes by one or two more extracts from Mr.

with inexpressible humor and force before the mind the real existence of a quasi-mental world in the lower creation, on the conscious life of which moral and spiritual law has no bearing whatever, nay, with which it stands in grotesque him. The facts of natural history give a kind contrast. And hence exactly its attraction for of glimpse of the pleasures, and domestic occupations, and politics, so to say, of such a world almost any extent without any of that tension -hints which his imagination could expand to which its higher tasks require. The effort to conceive the cares and aims of the weasel and the water-rat was not only a plunge into a fresh and independent world, but one beyond the