inscription: "Founder, Caspar Faber, 1761; Successors, A. W. Faber, 1819; G. L. Faber, 1839; J. L. Faber;" and upon the other side: "In memory of the hundredth anniversary of the Pencil Manufactory of A. W. Faber, at Stein, near Nuremberg."

Then for the first time the bell of the new church summoned the parish to public worship. The church had been consecrated fifteen days before, and had since remained closed in order that the first regular service might be held on this joyful Mr. Faber, with his family, led the way, and the villagers followed in a long procession, which completely filled the church. The emotions of the worshippers may be easily imagined when one reflects that for the people this event

occasion.

was the realization of a hope long deferred; while for him who had supplied the want there remained the peaceful truth of the assurance: "It is more blessed to give than to receive." After the service was ended the operatives assembled before the houses recently erected for their benefit, and, preceded by the band of a Nuremberg regiment, marched to the park which surrounds the proprietor's mansion, where they met with a hearty welcome and found the grounds tastefully decorated with mottoes and inscriptions illustrative of the past and present history of the manufactory. There were also preparations for an excellent repast, to which all were soon invited, while the music of the band added to the general enjoyment.

After dinner was over, Mr. Faber mounted a tribune erected for the occasion, and ornamented with the busts of his ancestors, and gave a brief review of the history of the establishment, urging his people to continue its prosperity by worthy labor, and ending by proposing a toast to its future good success, which was received with the warmest acclamations. Then his only child, a son, with the eldest son of his brother, ascended the platform, and after the former had addressed his father in an original poem containing the congratulations of the four brothers and sisters of the family, the latter

presented him with a silver goblet as a souvenir of the fête. Then followed a merry time of social converse and games, in the midst of which arrived an autograph letter from good "King Max," which reads as follows:

"Herr Johann-Lothar Faber,

Manufacturer.

I hear that you are to celebrate, on the sixteenth of this month, the hundredth anniversary of the Manufactory founded by your ancestors, the worthy reputation of which, both at home and abroad, confers the greatest honor upon Bavarian industry. I am also well aware of the solicitude which you have shown for the physical and moral well-being of your operatives. I seize with pleasure the opportunity afforded by your fete to offer my congratulations to yourself and to the establishment which you have

managed with so great success, and to express my good wishes for the continuance of present prosperity.

With sentiments of esteem and friendli

ness,

Your affectionate King,

MAX.
Hohenschwangau, Sept. 14, 1861."

Mr. Faber, after receiving the despatch, remounted the tribune and read aloud the royal letter, after which he proposed a triple toast to the King, which was given with hearty loyalty and good-will. He then proposed the health of his brothers, who had so ably seconded all his efforts, which was responded to with enthusiasm. A similar honor was accorded to various coadjutors and other persons who directly or indirectly were connected with the enterprise, especially artists who, by having given their testimony to the superlative excellence of the work of the Fabers, had greatly increased its fame and prosperity. Afterwards Mr. Faber recited an original poem founded upon the device of the house: "TRUTH, Justice, IndusTRY," and at the close withdrew the veil from an allegorical picture painted by the artist Maar, of Nuremberg, representing upon one hand the commercial industry of the establishment, and upon the other the commemorative fete. Short addresses

were then made by various guests, by the President of the Nuremberg Board of Trade, by the artist Maar and by several of the operatives. These exercises were varied by music from the band and also from the choral societies of Stein. As night came on the park was brilliantly illuminated and fireworks were displayed, which were terminated by a grand spectacle at nine o'clock, after which the people dispersed to their homes, with the happiest feelings and inspired with new zeal for the faithful discharge of future duties.

A few days afterwards a deputation of Magistrates waited upon Mr. Faber to present him with the freedom of Nuremberg, as a mark of the esteem and gratitude of the people for the honor conferred upon their city by the proximity of his celebrated manufactory.

It is pleasant to read and hear of these proceedings, both because they illustrate the hearty good-will and refinement of sentiment so delightfully prominent in the German character, and also, and still more, because they show the affection in which this good man is held by those for whom he has done so much to improve

their physical condition and elevate their higher nature.

All this happened nearly ten years ago, and in the intervening time Herr Reichsrath von Faber has been made the recipient of new honors, both social and politi cal. But he dwells among his people and neither the cares of business nor the calls of ambition have been able to destroy the amiable simplicity and disinterested benevolence of his character.

As a member of the Bavarian Parliament he is at present using his influence for the extension and improvement of Common Schools in his own country, not disdaining in his researches the suggestions of foreign workers in the same cause, and giving especial heed to the development of education in the United States.

In all projects for a wise reform his voice will always be in favor of liberty and progress, and in the increase of power which years and wealth and long-tried probity are bringing him he will still be true to the self-chosen motto, "TRUTH, JUSTICE, INDUSTRY," which was the guide of his youth and is the secret of his worldly success and his enviable fame.

BY THE AUTHOR OF

CHAPTER VII.

WALKS AND TALKS.

"And thus in chat the instructive hours they passed." WITH Miss Harbledown and her pupils shut up in the schoolroom and Urith and Edwy secluded in the Scriptorium, there was nothing to hinder my having long, familiar talks with Mrs. Hartlepool.

"I am not sure all this headwork is good for Urith," said she to me one day, "but the fit is on her, and it is as well to allow her bent, or impulse, or whatever it may be called, fair play. She comes down to dinner rather jaded, and I am particularly glad to have you here at present, because, being not only a sympathizer but a helper, your society is very acceptable to her; and your keeping her in the open air as much as you can will do her much good."

"I am sure it will do me at least as much," said I," and I thank you for giving me so pleasant an office."

"It will be good for you both, and she wants you to see more of our country walks, and you will like to do so. Happily, Miss Harbledown is aware of the value of exercise in the open air, and does by rule what we have been accustomed to do spontaneously. The worst is, she taxes their little memories too much. It is in such things that a mother knows what is good for children better than a governess. In my own case, the wonder is that I was not made an idiot by the stupid routine exacted of me; and I have always taken care to avoid the evil for my children."

MARY POWELL."

good many friends here this summer, and they will make a change for her. It is not," she resumed after a pause, "that Urith has to assist her family. All this authorship is merely a hobby, and I fear it may interfere with her future happiness. She may be happy either married or single; but it may cast the die for her and doom her to single life whether she will or no."

I said, "You may rely on my keeping her in the open air as much as I can, and I will talk of anything rather than of writing books, if she will let me.”

Blanche here came in, so I knew it was time to keep my appointment with Miss Harbledown. She was gratified by my punctuality, and soon showed herself as clever at learning as teaching. Pleased at my telling her so, she expressed her wish to be useful to me in some way, and offered to teach me botany.

"There are plenty of wild flowers here," said she, "and it is well to know something of them."

I replied I should like it very much if it did not interfere with my walking with Miss Hartlepool.

"It will do her good as well as you,” said Miss Harbledown, "and give you both an object. So we will begin this afternoon, in the Friar's Walk."

Presently she said, "I don't think much of this fancy of hers for writing. If it were something improving, something connected with science, for instance, there would be direct good in it; but this continual drawing on imagination only fills

"Yes, I think they do, except Urith. But I am determined that when she has finished this new book, she shall not begin another for a good while. Otherwise, setting aside the question of health, she will become a complete scribbler, and be downright disagreeable."

"Oh, Mrs. Hartlepool !" said I laughing. “She really will. So keep her out of doors as much as you can, and talk with her on other subjects. I have invited a

that excessive novel-reading weakens the mind, and if so, of course novel-writing must. Only think what a picture Sir Walter Scott gives of the weakening effect produced on Waverley by his desultory studies, which were, in fact, his own."

"And yet," said I, "they made him the 'mighty wizard of the North'-' the great Unknown.'

"They did not make him, he made himself-"

They did not make him-but I perceive you are a bit of a partisan," said Miss Harbledown, with a smile, for which I did not love her. "If I had my will, Helen and Marianne should not read Scott's novels yet;-for one thing, they are so full of swearing; but I found them household books, so no wonder Urith sees no harm in writing a novel."

I was hurt for my friend, and said: "The beauty of her little tale is, that it is not a mere novel."

"Is it not? I have run through it, but I cannot say I observed any particular moral."

"It was the way a healthy fresh young nature found to speak. However, Mrs. Hartlepool, like you, thinks she writes too much."

"Not like me,'" said Miss Harbledown. "She thinks of the body, I of the mind-all the difference between a mother and a preceptress. Mrs. Hartlepool has an excellent nature-'tis a pity she has not a little more culture."

Here Miss Harbledown was in her glory, holding forth to me and her pupils, who listened with edification, till Urith drew me away, and said laughing:

"Come along, Bessy, and don't be pedantic. We can admire nature in the grand mass."

Eventually, however, Miss Harbledown triumphed, for she made her botanical lectures so interesting that Urith became one of her most intelligent scholars. And many a search did we have afterwards for specimens; and sometimes a hunt for a rare plant, involving scrambles down steep banks to the brink of deep pools, had almost the excitement of a fox-hunt.

Now for the visitors. The first to come, only for a few days, was a distant relation, Miss Anne Keith, with whom we one and all fell in love. Intellectual without the least pedantry, beautiful without the least vanity, there was a dignified simplicity about her that was perfectly charming. And such a voice! her singing alone would have enthralled us. While she remained we had romantic moonlight walks to hear the nightingales and look for glow-worms. Miss Harbledown said of her to me that she thought the last finish to her manner was given by her being engaged. There was no flightiness nor flirtiness about her. What she attributed to the circumstance, I laid to the character-and we judged of it on very

Miss Harbledown seemed to become aware that remarks on the shortcomings of one to whom we were both under obligations might as well be withheld. And how superficial her objections were! Is not a mother superior to a preceptress? And did not Mrs. Hartlepool care for the minds as well as bodies of her children?

In the afternoon we had a most charming expedition to a hill-side avenue of old, very old trees, called the Friars' Walk. The brakes and bournes abounded with wildflowers, wood-strawberries, blackberries in blossom, and a profusion of ferns, which in those days, I must admit, "Wasted their treasures of delight Upon our uninstructed sight."

with but Mr. Basil Hartlepool? I could, however, conceive that a deep attachment, successful or unsuccessful, to Miss Keith, might color a man's whole existence.

We were very sorry to lose her! but then came Basil, with a traveled friend, Mr. Crofton, such a traveler as may now be less rarely met with than in those days-who had been in the Bible lands, and on the shores of the Euphrates and Tigris-the land of the Arabian Nights— among the Tartars of Thibet-to the Ophir, famous for gold-to the land of Prester John. He had traveled in Africa, too— penetrated as far as Borneo-seen the Sheik El Kanemy-shot giraffes and elephants: we listened to him as Desdemona listened to Othello.