appeared; but it was rumoured that the authorities knew where he was, and that he did not go unpunished, though the affair was hushed up without coming to a public trial. My friends with their remaining child left Italy and settled in Paris. Maria's fate remains a mystery. I asked Monsieur de Chimay to endeavour to find out something relative to her, but you heard him say his efforts were not very successful." I was given to understand she was safe," said the Prince. "Nor is it likely she will get out of the keeping she is in. The honour of a high name is connected with the secret she holds. There is little likelihood of the woman's ever coming forward into the world to betray it." The story is much more fitted for the Middle Ages," said Kate, "than for these our peaceful nineteenth century days. What an awful picture of life it is!" "What a consummate scoundrel that brother was! I hope he did not get off," said Hugh. "Don't be uneasy about him," said the Prince; "the secret police of Rome is not the less deadly for being still in its movements. This upper crust of the earth will never, you may be assured, be graced with his presence again." "Ugh!" said Hugh, "the story is an ugly one-enough to injure one's digestion, the bare recapitulation of it. I'll go and have a ride to take the feel off." This broke up the sitting for the day. "In the vast Abbey where the sunbeams darted Into the soft grey gloom with slanting rays, We sate in peaceful silence, yet full-hearted, And mused awhile of holiness and praise."-Page 525. A GOLDEN HOUR. BY SARAH DOUDNEY. THE golden sun lay warm on yellow gorses, Deep in the hearts of forests green and mazy They were far off, those sunny rural places, Yet there was shade for us, and quiet gladness; In the vast Abbey where the sunbeams darted Above us on the old stone arches rested A dreamy tint from coloured windows cast, Down the long aisles we watched the stray beams wander, They fought as we do now, with secret sorrows; Like us they loved,—like us they felt the pressing They wait in peace the Resurrection glory, O blessed rest! O slumber consecrated By the broad shadows of God's house around! We thank Thee, Father, for the calm protection The Rock's great shadow in a weary land. Keep Thou her sanctuaries pure and stainless, Preserve her grand old creeds, unchecked and chainless, Our golden hour was ended, and we hasted |