would appear in a sort of a triumphal car drawn by four horses, with two livery servants in front, and the Prizefighter in disguise up behind. So, all our fellows sat listening for the sound of wheels. But no wheels were heard, for Old Cheeseman walked, after all, and came into the school without any preparation; pretty much as he used to be, only dressed in black.

"Gentlemen," said the Reverend, presenting him, 66 our so long respected friend and fellow-pilgrim in the pleasant plains of knowledge, is desirous to offer a word or two. Attention, gentlemen, one and all!"

Every fellow stole his hand into his desk and looked at the President. The President was all ready, and taking aim at Old Cheeseman with his eyes.

What did Old Cheeseman then, but walk up to his old desk, look round him with a queer smile as if there was a tear in his eye, and begin in a quavering mild voice, "My dear companions and old friends!

Every fellow's hand came out of his desk, and the President suddenly began to cry.

"My dear companions and old friends," said Old Cheeseman, "you have heard of my good fortune. I have passed so many years under this roof-my entire life so far, I may say that I hope you have been glad to hear of it for my sake. I could never enjoy it without exchanging congratulations with you. If we have ever misunderstood one another at all, pray, my dear boys, let us forgive and forget. I have a great tenderness for you, and I am sure you return it. I want in the fulness of a grateful heart to shake hands with you every one. I have come back to do it, if you please, my dear boys."

Since the President had begun to cry, several other fellows had broken out here and there but now, when Old Cheeseman began with him as First boy, laid his left hand affectionately on his shoulder and gave him his right; and when the President said, "Indeed I don't deserve it, sir; upon my honour I don't;" there was sobbing and crying all over the school.

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Every other fellow said he didn't deserve it, much in the same way; but Old Cheeseman, not minding that a bit, went cheerfully round to every boy, and wound up with every master-finishing off the Reverend last.

Then a snivelling little chap in a corner, who was always under some punishment or other, set up a shrill cry of "Success to Old Cheeseman! Hoorray!" The Reverend glared upon him, and said "Mr. Cheeseman, sir." But, Old Cheeseman protesting that he liked his old name a great deal better than his new one, all our fellows took up the cry; and, for I don't know how many minutes, there was such a thundering of feet and hands, and such a roaring of Old Cheeseman, as never was heard.

After that, there was a spread in the dining-room of the most magnificent kind. Fowls, tongues, preserves, fruits, confectionaries, jellies, neguses, barleysugar temples, trifles, crackers-eat all you can and pocket what you like-all at Old Cheeseman's expense. After that, speeches, whole holiday, double and treble sets of all manners of things for all manners of games, donkeys, pony-chaises and drive yourself, dinner for all the masters at the Seven Bells (twenty pound a head our fellows estimated it at), an annual holiday and feast fixed for that day every year, and another on Old Cheeseman's birthday-Reverend bound down before the fellows to allow it, so that he could never back out -all at Old Cheeseman's expense.

And didn't our fellows go down in a body and cheer outside the Seven Bells? O no!

But there's something else besides. Don't look at the next story-teller, for there's more yet. Next day, it was resolved that the Society should make it up with Jane, and then be dissolved. What do you think of Jane being gone, though? "What? Gone for ever?" said our fellows, with long faces. "Yes,

to be sure," was all the answer they could get. None of the people about the house would say anything

more. At length the First boy took upon himself to ask the Reverend whether our old friend Jane was really gone? The Reverend (he has got a daughter at home-turn-up nose and red) replied severely, "Yes, sir, Miss Pitt is gone." The idea of calling Jane, Miss Pitt! Some said she had been sent away in disgrace for taking money from Old Cheeseman; others said she had gone into Old Cheeseman's service at a rise of ten pounds a year. All that our fellows knew was, she was gone.

It was two or three months afterwards, when, one afternoon, an open carriage stopped at the cricketfield, just outside bounds, with a lady and gentleman in it, who looked at the game a long time and stood up to see it played. Nobody thought much about them, until the same little snivelling chap came in, against all rules, from the post where he was Scout, and said, "It's Jane!" Both Elevens forgot the game directly, and ran crowding round the carriage. It was Jane! In such a bonnet! And if you'll believe me, Jane was married to Old Cheeseman.

It soon became quite a regular thing, when our fellows were hard at it in the playground, to see a carriage at the low part of the wall where it joins the high part, and a lady and gentleman standing up in it looking over. The gentleman was always Old Cheeseman, and the lady was always Jane.

The first time I ever saw them, I saw them in that way. There had been a good many changes among our fellows then, and it had turned out that Bob Tarter's father wasn't worth Millions ! He wasn't worth anything. Bob had gone for a soldier, and Old Cheeseman had purchased his discharge. But that's not the carriage. The carriage stopped, and all our fellows stopped as soon as it was seen.

"So you have never sent me to Coventry after all !" said the lady, laughing, as our fellows swarmed up the wall to shake hands with her. "Are you never going

to do it?"

"Never! never! never!" on all sides.

I didn't understand what she meant then, but of course I do now. I was very much pleased with her face though, and with her good way, and I couldn't help looking at her and at him too-with all our fellows clustering so joyfully about them.

They soon took notice of me as a new boy, so I thought I might as well swarm up the wall myself, and shake hands with them as the rest did. I was quite as glad to see them as the rest were, and was quite as familiar with them in a moment.

"Only a fortnight now," said Old Cheeseman, "to the holidays. Who stops? Anybody?”

A good many fingers pointed at me, and a good many voices cried, "He does!" For it was the year when you were all and rather low I was about

it, I

can tell you.

away;

"Oh!" said Old Cheeseman. "But it's solitary here in the holiday time. He had better come to us.'

So I went to their delightful house, and was as happy as I could possibly be. They understand how to conduct themselves towards boys, they do. When they take a boy to the play, for instance, they do take him. They don't go in after it's begun, or come out before it's over. They know how to bring a boy up, too. Look at their own! Though he is very little as yet, what a capital boy he is! Why, my next favourite to Mrs. Cheeseman and Old Cheeseman, is young Cheeseman.

So, now I have told you all I know about Old Cheeseman. And it's not much after all, I am afraid. Is it?

[By permission of THE AUTHOR.

THREE CUPS OF COLD. WATER.

REV. E. H. PLUMPTRE.

I.

HE princely David, with his outlaw-band,

fierce,

With lion-like faces, and with eagle eyes,
They follow'd where he led. The danger press'd,
For over all the land the Philistines

Had spread their armies. Through Rephaim's vale
Their dark tents muster'd thick, and David's home,
His father's city, Bethlehem, own'd them lords.
"Twas harvest, and the crops of ripening corn
They ravaged, and with rude feet trampled down
The tender vines. Men hid themselves for fear

In woods or caves.

The brave undaunted few,
Gathering round David, sought the mountain hold.
The sun was hot, and all day long they watch'd
With spear in hand and never-resting eye,
As those who wait for battle. But at eve
The eye grew dim, the lips were parch'd with thirst,
And from that arid rock no trickling stream
Of living water gush'd. From time-worn skins
The tainted drops were pour'd, and fever'd lips
Half-loathing drank them up. And David's soul
Was weary; the hot simoom scorch'd his veins;
The strong sun smote on him, and, faint and sick,
He sat beneath the shadow of the rock.
And then before his eyes a vision came,

Cool evening, meadows green, and pleasant sounds
Of murmuring fountains. Oft in days of youth,.
When leading home his flocks as sunset fell,

That fount had quench'd his thirst; and dark-eyed girls,

The pride and joy of Bethlehem, meeting there, Greeted the shepherd boy, their chieftain's son (As, bright and fair with waving locks of gold