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tre of her beauty. Wife and companion of her excellency had held a levée for the a man of higher mark in politics than even queen. in society, she had but added loftier dignity Brought up among such types of womanto the exquisite grace which always had dis- hood as his own mother, Lady Cransdale, tinguished her.
and her daughter Constance, it was little It was impossible, as it would have been wonder that Ned, when he first went to Chatunfair, to institute comparison between her terham, should have felt strong distaste for and the younger girl. Yet excellence of any the character of a garrison-belle. The word, real kind creates around itself an atmosphere though somewhat indefinite, is perhaps sufof light, in which all other excellence shows ficiently expressive. Bombay society, and gemlike, whilst every coarser or defective such sparse experiences as occasional visits thing is seen for what it is, dulling the ray from his remoter district to more European which falls, or refracting it distorted. “ stations” had afforded him in India, had
Now, Amy Grant, even side by side with certainly done nothing towards lessening the Lady Roystoni, still seemed attractive, lady- original distaste. Few men would have been like, and full of graceful animation. She quicker to detect a trace of the obnoxious sat at dinner between Ned and Max Ger- characteristics ; none would have been more vinus, he having Lady Royston on his other instantaneously disenchanted by the detechand. Max had a gift of conversation, pos- tion. Major Grant's business brought him sessing not only the erudition of a scientific in contact with almost every officer in Malta, German, but the German poetic tempera- and chary as he and his wife might be of ment as well. His was good talk, full-vulgarizing introductions to their daughter, bodied, well-flavored, and of rich hue, as it was impossible, short of secluding her, to wine of some choice vintage in the father- prevent her from having a wide circle of milland. The party was small and the table itary acquaintances. oval. There was not that tying of talk to Ned watched-without misgiving, it is couples, which, perhaps, under these pecul- true, yet with appreciative observation—not iar circumstances, Ned might not have only how the lady of his thoughts received thought as irksome as do most times the her soldier friends, but in what tone and condemned to dinner customs. Both he and with what carriage they ventured to address Amy had to take their part in the conversa- her. He exulted, not unpardonably, at pertion of Max and Lady Royston. When ceiving that scarcely did their stately hostAmy spoke it was with spirit and intelli- ess command more genuine deference than gence.
his winsome Amy. Here was indeed a token, Another ordeal remained for her that even to the coldest prudence, of her true loveing, which Ned himself might better be worthiness—a token, doubtless, too, to Ned, trusted to watch with jealous keenness. A that his own choice was meritorious and his whole batch of young officers came in, as if intuition deep.
TAE KING OF GIPSIES ON THE KING OF | the king return the visit at Abbotsford, “just Novelists.- The coronation was performed on doon in the valley on the other bank, and a his own land (the common), with his face to the gude place it was, and the meat and the ale east, the wise man pouring the anointing oil and were good, and Sir Walter hissel would sit by wine on his head. " It seems a fur robe is the and serve me with his ain hand, and the tocorrect thing on these occasions, but none being bacco he ayo sent to me. I miss it now, and forthcoming, and a piece of sur, however small, the Leddy Scott and Mistress Lockhart he being considered indispensable, the skin of a minded them all well, and a braw leddy, Leddy hare killed for the occasiou did duty in the Kutes it was, was very affable to him. A fine emergency. Sir Walter Scott had the honor of big man Sir Walter Scott was, much like yourassisting at one of these ceremonies, but I be- sel, and an awful lee'r. He comed to me and lieve a previous one to the installation of Mr. talked about our people, but when I read it in Bligh. "He was, it would appear, a frequent books of his it was not what I said, but full of visitor of the king at Yetholm, and speered lees they were, is there no pulling a man up for (asked) all about his people, and oftentimes did telling lees ?"--Dickens'. All the Year Round.'
Not to the domes, where crumbling arch and
column “My peace I give unto you."-John 14: 27. Attest the feebleness of mortal hand; “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose But to that fane most catholic and solemn, mind is stayed on thee.”—Isa. 26 : 3.
Which God hath planned“Behold, I will extend peace to her like a river.”—Isa. 66: 12.
To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder,
Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon We bless thee for thy peace, O God,
supplyDeep as the soundless sea,
Its choir the winds and waves—its organ thun. Which falls like sunshine on the road
derOf those who trust in thee.
Its dome the sky ! We ask not, Father, for repose
There, as in solitude and shade I wander
Through the green aisles, or stretched apon Which comes from outward rest,
the sod, If we may have through all life's woes
Awed by the silence, reverently ponder Thy peace within our breast ;
The ways of GodThat peace which suffers and is strong, Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preache Trusts where it cannot see,
ers, Deems not the trial way too long,
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, But leaves the end with thee;
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers,
From loneliest nook.
Floral apostles ! that in dewy splendor
Weep without woe, and blush without a But joyeth evermore ;
Ob! may I deeply learn and ne'er surrender That peace which flows serene and deep
Your lore sublime ! A river in tho soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep : “Thou wert not, Solomon, in all thy glory, God's sunshine o'er the whole !
Arrayed,” tho lilies cry,“ in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur ! ah, how transitory
Are Human Flowers !"
Whate'er the outward be,
In the sweet-scented pictures, Heavenly Artist! And we go home to thee.
With which thou paintest Nature's wide.
Of love to all !
Not useless are ye, flowers, though made for
pleasure, HYMN TO THE FLOWERS.
Blooming o'er field and wave, by day and
night; DAY-STARS ! that ope your eyes with man, to From every source your sanction bids me treas.
Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary
For such a world of thought could furnish Ye matin worshippers ! who, bending lowly,
Each fading calyx a memento mori,
Yet fount of hope !
Posthumous glories ? angel-like collection,
The floor of Nature's temple tesselate, Ye are to me a type of resurrection
And second birth ?
Were I, O God ! in churchless lands remaining, 'Neath clustered boughs, each floral bell that
Far from all voice of teachers and divines, swingeth
My voice would find, in flowers of thy ordainAnd tolls its perfume on the passing air,
ing, Makes sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth
Priests, sermons, shrines !
| From Chambers's Journal. old half-pay officer, and a couple of healthyCRICKET ON THE GOODWINS. looking young men from the country, who “What is the meaning of all this bustle, were lunching hastily, and who wore flannel waiter? I never saw the town in such a trousers and buff shoes with spiked soles. commotion before.” Such was the question The waiter eyed me with placid benevolence, I propounded to the sleek head-waiter of the and returned : “Dessay not, sir! We are Royal Hotel, the principal house of enter- quiet, sir, mostly, except elections, sir, and tainment in Deal. "I had been, for the sake the Wolunteers, and the Odd—" of the bathing, for several days a resident at
“But this is neither a Volunteer field-day the Royal Hotel, and I was beginning to nor an Odd Fellows' festival,” interrupted I, weary of the place. Deal is not very seduc- rather impatiently. “Is it a picnic pin tive to the sojourner, with its labyrinths of
The waiter took time to consider. mean streets, its cobble-stoned pavement, nic, sir! no, sir! Coming, sir!" And off its wooden hovels, its strings of flounders went the tiresome functionary to obey the drying in the wind, and its all-pervading hests of one of the young gentlemen in flanaroma of tar. At first, there was a certain nel unmentionables. A sharp boy in a excitement in playing hide-and-seek with striped calico jacket happened to pass with myself, as it were, among the mazes of the a corkscrew and a bottle of bitter beer, I intown, in wondering whether Middle Street terrogated him as I had done his chief, and conducted to Beach Street, or Lower Street received the reply: “ Cricket-match, sir ! to Fore Street, or if I might safely plunge Those gents in the coffee-room play in it, into the network of lanes that surrounded sir!” Off went boy and beer. Cricket,” me, without the aid of a pocket-compass. said I to myself; “I should like to see it. These pleasures, however, were beginning Kent was the cradle of the game, and though to pall upon me, when a lively stir upon the a little shorn of her honors, she can show crowded quay attracted my attention. There good sport yet. Where is the cricket-ground, was music, or at least the outer husk or en- waiter p" for by this time the principal atvelope of music, for I saw a number of men tendant had returned. Ground, sir ? carrying burdens wrapped in green baize, there, sir !" and the waiter pointed to the out of which peeped here and there the glis- sea, a glimpse of which could be caught tening brass of a trombone, or the brown through the window and open door of the wood of a violoncello. There were numer- coffee-room, and which stretched away, blue ous hampers and baskets, that indicated a and broad, dotted by sails of all colors. care for the commissariat; there were flags “What do you mean ? " I demanded, for fluttering gayly in the light summer breeze; I thought the grave man was jesting with there were rolls of canvas that, to a prac- me. tised eye, had very much the air of tents. “ The cricketers play to-day on the GoodSeveral boats, decked out in holiday fashion win Sands, sir-the Great Goodwin, sir. with streamers and ensigns, were receiving Match is very interesting, sir, on account of these tents, baskets, and musicians, while being only orce a year, at a perticklar state others seemed to await the lagging passen- of the tide, sir. Deep water in general, sir, gers for whom these preparations were made. where they'll be batting and bowling this No wonder that I asked the waiter what so afternoon." unwonted a scene might import. Even he, “ The Goodwins," said I incredulously. generally the calmest of men, was slightly "Do you mean, seriously, that there is excited ; he flourished his official napkin, cricket intended on the famous Goodwin instead of permitting it to droop gracefully, Sands P”. That was the waiter's meaning ; and his pumps creaked in a more important and the landlady, emerging from her bar, manner than usual as he passed to and fro. corroborated his assertion; adding, that it Not that the Royal Hotel derived much cus- was only at very low tides—"neap," I think, tom from what was going on; the commer- was the word she used, but I have no concial room held its customary hardware trav- ception of its purport—that these submarine eller, its hosiery traveller, and its traveller grounds could be used for human pastimes. in the soap-line; the coffee-room was only This was the day; and a large attendance of occupied by a sunburned midshipman, an spectators being reckoned on, tents and booths were to be pitched, and refreshments choring-ground ;” and a librarian has much and music provided. I could hardly believe to say on meteorology; but I paid little my ears. Cricket on the Goodwins! Since heed to the waiter's prediction. Even if I had been at Deal, during my walks or “ dirty weather " should come, it would rides about the coast, I had often turned scarcely affect me. I got a passage in one my eyes, as by a kind of fascination, to of the boats, and went out with a cheery, the long line of white breakers that boiled good-humored party of spectators, and was along those fatal sands. I had talked to presently landed on the Great Goodwin. old sailors too, who were full of stories re- The huge shoal presented a smooth surface specting the extent of the shoals, the depth of firm sand, no bad substitute for turf, of water in the channels that intersected while the novelty of the scene, to myself and them, the fearfully strong current-often others, had great charms. Tents and booths running nine knots an hour, it was said were pitched, flags flaunted gallantly, corks which skirted them, and the tenacity of the popped in a brisk succession, and refreshquicksands; but the day before, an old resi- ments were in great demand. There were dent on the coast had assured me that he plenty of stout old Tritons, in blue cloth knew not which was most to be dreaded, the and oilskin hats, sweeping the horizon with treacherous power of the quicksand, or the their telescopes, plenty of townsmen, visitfury with which the waves beat in rough ors, and country-folks, and no lack of gay weather upon a luckless vessel that had run bonnets and fringed parasols. The beauty aground, Only last year,” said the old and fashion of the coast mustered strongly man, “ I saw from my bedroom window that to see the cricket on the Goodwins. The a big schooner, foreign-rigged, was on the wickets were up in due time, and the crickGoodwins ; so I ran up on to the roof, and eters, in many-colored jerseys and spotless there I saw the waves washing over her, flannels, fell to work, with a will. There most awful. I went down to fetch a telescope, was abundance of excellent play ; bowler, for to see if any of the crew were aboard, batsman, and fielder did their best, and lashed to the rigging or that, and when I shouts of applause greeted every exhibition got back with the glass, if you'll believe me, of skill, shouts of mirth every display of there was nothing to be seen but the top- awkwardness, just as if the game had been masts ; and they went down, sinking, sink- played on a green meadow ashore, and not ing, right before my very eyes. If ever you on the dreadful Goodwin, under whose sands goes yachting, sir, keep clear of the Good- lay the timbers of goodly ships and the bones wins.” And now a cricket-match was to be of brave men. I was much amused, and for played on the most considerable of the a time interested. But I had not the atshoals, and music was to resound, and the traction which local likings and jealousies merry laughter of girls and children was to afforded to the rest, and cared little whether echo, where lately the waves rolled and the Hodges were bowled out by Best, caught fish swam.
out by Decker, or stumped by Miller. NeiI resolved to be a spectator, if possible. ther did I care whether the Walmer Eleven Very possible, the waiter pronounced it. triumphed over the Eleven of Deal, or Any of the boats could take me out and whether the latter kept their laurels intact. bring me back with the other spectators. To me, the interest centred in the strange “ 'Tis an unusual hour for cricket, sir, wick- arena of all this sportive prowess. It was ets being mostly pitched at eleven o'clock purely a question of locality. In conseor so," said the waiter ; " but it all depends quence, I withdrew from the dense crowd on the tide, sir; and time and tide, you around the marker's tent, and strolled to the know, sir, wait for no man. They'll have a outer or seaward face of the shoal. There I nice afternoon, sir ; but I think there's dirty lay down on the smooth slope, level as if the weather brewing for the night. Not that planes of a score of amphibious carpenters that'll hurt them, though;" and the waiter had been employed upon it, and with the took a long look at the sky, and turned water but a little below my feet, I leaned on away. Every one in Deal is more or less my elbow, and lazily contemplated the match. weatherwise, a haberdasher will talk to you The tide, of course, was down to a point with enthusiasm of “good, old sound an- which it seldom reaches, and the little rip
ples were imitating the action of waves, as | and hot emulation, not a trace of human exthe frog mimicked the bull. At that dis- istence remained. tance from the land, the sea had lost the bad I was as completely abandoned as Philip complexion which it always brorows from Quarll or Juan Fernandez. The tents were the shore, and was of the true color-not gone, the booths had vanished, the flags had blue, of course, but a delicate green. I was been removed, there was not a vestige of the rather a connoisseur in salt water—had seen bygone contest and revelry, except a few the ultra-marine of the Mediterranean, the empty bottles tossed carelessly on the sand, cobalt of the Adriatic, the violet of the Bos- and some straw and paper strewed where phorus, the brown of the Euxine, the milky the hampers had been packed. Every man, tinge of the Baltic, and the imperial azure woman, and child had left the shoal; worse of the South Atlantic; and the sea off the still, every boat was gone. I could with difGoodwins that day had the true Channel ficulty realize my position, with all its danger green, the hue of a nereid's translucent robe. and discomfort ; it seemed like a fantastic There were some large tangles of sea-weed, dream, and I could hardly believe myself red and green and black, very common awake. Yes, there were the prints of many algæ, but pretty in their own element, bob- feet in the sand, there were the holes where bing up and down as the shining water the tent-poles were planted, yonder stood moved ; and a jelly-fish that had not yet the wickets, and those grooves and scoops lost its lustre, and a star-fish not yet dried were hollowed by the bat or scored by the to a dull orange, lay stranded at my feet. ball. The game was over now, must have These things reminded me that the cricket- been over a long time. In vain I strained ground was borrowed from Neptune's court, my eyes over the expanse of water severing that its smooth sands were trodden in gen- me from the shore, in hopes that some lageral by no feet save those of Amphitrite and ging boat might yet be visible. Not so. her nymphs, and that tritons and mermaids The gray waves rolled on in unbroken would soon reclaim their haunts from us the, squadrons, and not a boat could be seen. intruders. “Well done! a fiver, by Jove! They were all gone, then, and had left me-' Well hit, Hodges! Run again, run again! to perish. Why had they not awakened No; hold hard ! Huzza for Walmer!” me? The idea flashed upon me with all the Such were the cries that startled me from force of a hideous conviction, that I had my musings, ever and anon, and once there been unobserved, lying as I had been upon was a shout of “ Lost ball,” and the ball was the sloping sandbank, with my head nearly in the sea, floating corklike, and had to be on a level with the surface of the shoal. picked up by a boat. But though lookers- The boats, well loaded with laughing holion proverbially see most of the game, they day-makers, loudly discussing the day's sometimes yawn over the sight, and so did events, had no doubt pushed off and gained I. The day was hot, my resting-place was the shore, and not a soul had cared to ask soft and snug, the murmur of the sea invited after a stranger like myself. to repose, and Cobb's celebrated Thanet ale It was now twilight, the shadows were is particularly strong; I fell asleep. Pleas- falling like a tangible veil. For the first ant dreams, rose-tinted and bright of woof time in my life, the glimmer of the eveningwere mine, but they faded away, leaving but star was unwelcome. There it twinkled on a vague impression, and a chill came over the edge of the sky with its tremulous me as the evening breeze sprang up, and I pointed light, softly shimmering in golden awoke—awoke with a start, to marvel at my lustre—Venus victrix. The wind was soughunfamiliar sleeping-place, and to ask men- ing—not sighing-over the darkling sea. tally where I was, and how I came there. I The land lay cloudy and indistinct, tinted rubbed my eyes; I gazed stupidly around, here and there by a blotch of pink or yellow as memory returned. My heart throbbed lent by the departed sun. The ripples had quickly and hurriedly, and I uttered a cry of grown into waves, small as yet, but fast indismay. Why? I was alonemalone. On creasing in size : their murmur had changed the shoal where lately there had been so to a hoarse roar, like the threatening voices much of human life, of stir, and gayety, of lion-cubs. Had the tide turned yet ?