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miles from the Schlern, and joining the wonderful, hair is blown wildly about by the wind, her beautiful Rosen Garten of King Laurin, are the Rothe Wand face is deadly pale, and her eyes are fixed and staring. and the Roth Wies, out of which rise two enormous This is Fräulein von Maretsch, the only daughter of peaks. On the Schlern pilgrims resort to the Holy the Baron von Maretsch, and once noted as the most Cassian, and on the day of this saint, the fifth of beautiful girl of the whole country. August, there takes place every year a great fete in Although scarcely sixteen years of age, she was the chapel, which stands on the spot. From the passionately enamoured of the young and brave Baron parish of Völs, which lies about nine miles lower von Treuenstein, who under Frederick the Red Beard, down, the inhabitants wend on that day up the together with all the Tyrolian nobility, took part in mountain to the chapel, and all the mountaineers his crusade, for the glory of knighthood in fighting from the Seisser-Alp assemble there in their Sunday's against the infidels, which, according to the promise best to fête the saint.
of the old Baron von Maretsch, should entitle him One day it came into the mind of a farmer to to his beautiful daughter for a wife. make hay on St. Cassian's day. His servant re- Two years had already gone by since the hopeful luctantly obeyed his commands, and his neighbours young warrior had left the country, after having kind-heartedly warned him that it was a crime to received the blessing of the old baron, when one make hay on the day of the saint who was so day a pilgrim from Palestine craved admission to universally revered. But the farmer laughed mock- the castle, and recounted the bloody battles of the ingly, and said, “Cassiantag hin, Cassiantag her, Crusaders against the Saracens. In the course of 'S Heu muss in die Schober!" (“Be it Cassian's his narrative he came to speak of the young Baron day or not, the hay must up upon the stacks!”) and so von Treuenstein, and said that he had conquered he worked on the faster with his servants. At last large districts, and at last had married the daughter all the hay, after having been raked together, was of a rich pacha, and made himself happy for ever. . * Schober," and as the last forkful was thrown upon and sank swooning to the ground; her attendants the top, the two “ Heuschober” (haystacks) were carried her senseless to her room, for the news of turned into stone, and in this shape they still stand this dreadful infidelity had broken her heart. on the same spot as an everlasting warning. Since Directly the young lady had left the room, the that time no one has ever again thought of working pilgrim sprang joyfully up; pressed the old baron on St. Cassian's day!
to his heart, threw away his pilgrim's garb, and in Another pair of rocks, in a lake in the Under- bright armour appeared before him as the Baron Inn valley, have a more romantic legendary origin. von Treuenstein, who had masked himself in this
Near Kramsach, in the Under-Inn valley, on the manner to prove the fidelity of his bride. “Let spot where the Brandenburg Achenthal commences, us now quickly go to my dear Kunigunde," said he lie on the Middle mountain some small lakes, and to the father, " to dispel the grief and pain which I above the farms called Mösern and Freundsheim, have caused her;" and with high beating hearts about three miles above Kramsach, stands another they crossed the corridor which led into the young beautiful lake, close beneath the Mooswand moun- lady's room. tain, and above the lake is still to be seen the ruin But the room was empty, an
the window open ; of an old stronghold, called the Guckenbühl. The and as they looked down into the moat which surdaughter of the last baron who resided there was rounded the castle, they saw the unfortunate girl passionately fond of a poor forester, and when the lying crushed and blood-covered in the depth below. proud and cruel baron came to hear of the secret The untimely grief had caused her to lose her rendezvous between his daughter and the huntsman, senses, and in this condition she sprang into the he ordered him one pitch-dark night to be chased arms of death. out of the castle by the hounds, and, in the hurry of At that sight the young baron became speechless. the flight, the poor fellow fell over a rock into the He rushed away to the battle-field, and nobody ever See, and was drowned.
heard of him again, while the poor old father died After this act of cruelty and injustice, the poor soon afterwards of grief; and since that time girl wandered about silent and abstracted, and the spirit of the unhappy girl is condemned to would neither enter into any amusement, nor take wander about the ruined castle of Maretsch. part in any ordinary pursuit of life. One day she Except from being associated with local names and went with her maid down to the lake, and, as she scenes, there are many of the stories which might looked into its gloomy depths, she saw the dead belong to any country where popular superstitions body of her lover, and, in the frenzy of grief, she abound. The tale of “ The Witch's Vengeance" threw herself down into the water. The maid ran might have been credited at no remote period in home recounting this misfortune, and when the rural districts of our own country, wicked baron, with all his retinue, arrived on the At Sterz, about an hour's walk from Brixen, on borders of the lake, neither the body of his poor the line from Innsbruck to Verona, close beneath the daughter nor that of the forester were to be found. mountain called Rodeneck, there lived some fifty The two lovers had been changed into rocks, both years ago in a fine farm-house a well-to-do young of which rise out of the lake, like little islands; the couple with one child. In all the villages round one overgrown with ferns and water weeds, and the about an old beggar woman was much dreaded as a other bare as a polished piece of granite.
witch, and this woman came very often to the farm The tale of the Fraulein von Maretsch is another begging. The good people of the farm used to give tragic love legend.
her directly all she desired, just to rid themselves of At midnight there is often to be seon in the old her importunities. But one day the farm-labourers castle of Maretsch the spirit of a young lady, who made up their minds to discover whether the old hag wanders about, crying and wringing her hands, as was really a witch or not, and after she had entered though in the most terrible grief. Her long soft the room, they set a broom on end before the door.
It was on a Saturday evening. When a broom is There wailed they over the dead with prodigious put upside down before a door-such is the super- howlings and patterings, as though their souls had stition of the people—the witch cannot get out again. not been quieted in Christ and redeemed by his
When the hag therefore tried to get out, she saw passion, but that they must come after and help at a the trick, and remained in the room until late at pinch with requiem æternam, to deliver them out of night. At last she said angrily to the peasant's hell by their sorrowful sorceries. wife, “Sweep out the room; it is Saturday evening, “The parish priest in familiar talk described unto and how comes it that you leave the room so long me the house of the White Friars which sometime unswept ?”
was in that town, concluding in the end that the last This she repeated many times, but always to no prior thereof, called William, was his father. I asked purpose, for the peasant's wife knew about the trick; him if that were in marriage ? He made me answer, but when she saw that the hag was becoming tre- No. For that was, he said, against his profession. mendously angry and fierce, she was dreadfully Then counselled I him that he never should boast of frightened, and ordered the servant to take the broom | it more. Why, saith he, it is an honour in this land and sweep out the room. Directly the servant took to have a spiritual man, as a bishop, an abbot, a up the broom and removed it from the door, the hag monk, friar, or priest to father.” darted out full of venom, hatred, and spite, and the Bishop Bale gives a detailed narrative of his
promost revengeful determinations.
ceedings in reforming abuses and preaching the And what a vengeance this vas! She dried the gospel, which he did at the market cross as well as cows, brought down storms and destroyed the crops, in the cathedral. Some embraced the truth, but the made their child hopelessly ill so that it died; the general result of the good bishop's labour was not poor farmer went into a decline through grief, and great, if we may judge by the scenes that he describes his wife was misled over the Rodeneck by tho dia- when the news arrived of the accession of Queen bolical creature, and broke both her arms and legs. Mary. Even before that time, “on the 25th July of So cruel is the vengeance of a witch.
that year, the priests,” says the bishop, “ rent from Many of the legends are of far wilder stamp, but tavern to tavern to seek the best Rob Darie and have value as illustrating the manners and customs, aqua vita, which are their special drinks there. the traditions and superstitions, of the Tyrol. As we They caused all their cups to be filled in with gairdenread thom we cease to wonder that the See of Rome mus in dolio, the mystery of which was known to has no more devoted adherents than the poor Tyro- them and to none other at that time, which was that lese.
King Edward was dead, and that they were in hope to have their masking masses again.
later the expected news did come, and Queen Mary IRELAND UNDER EDWARD VI. was proclaimed at Kilkenny on the 20th of August
They rung all the bells in the cathedral, minster, A
CURIOUS account of the state of Ireland in and parish churches; they brought forth their copes,
the sixteenth century has been left on record candlesticks, holy water, stock, cross, and censers ; by John Bale, Bishop of Ossory in the reign of they mustered forth in general procession most Edward vi. He had been a Carmelite or White Friar, gorgeously, all the town over, with Saneta Jaria
, ora prior of Doncaster, and afterwards teacher of the pro nobis, and the rest of the Latin litany; they civil law at Cambridge. His conversion from Popery chattered it, they chanted it, with great noise and took place in 1529. He was a thorn in the side of devotion, and banqueted it all the day after. the papists, but they dared not molest him while
“For they may, now from henceforth, again deceive Thomas Cromwell livod, who was his friend and the people, as they did aforetime, with their Latin protector. On Cromwell's death he went into exile mumblings, and make merchandise of them. They and remained in Germany for eight years, till ro- may make the witless Sort believe that they can called on the accession of Edward vi.
make every day new gods of their little white cakes, appointed rector of Bishopstoke, and was nominated and that they can fetch their friends' souls out from to the bishopric of Ossory in 1552. In a work now flaming purgatory, if need be, with other great little known, entitled “The Vocation of John Bale miracles else. They may now, without check, live to the Bishopric of Ossory, his Persecutions in the an evil life as they had done. I write not this withsame, and his final Deliverance," he has given a faithful delineation of the state of Ireland at that boasted both of this and much more, too vain to be
out cause; for why, there were some of them who period : “On the 19th December, 1552, I took my told. And when they were demanded, “Ilow woull journey from Bishopstoke with my books and stuff they be discharged before God?' they made answer, towards Bristol, where I tarried twenty-six days for that ear confession was able to burnish them again, passage, and divers times preached in that worshipful and to make them as white as snow, though they city at the instant desire of the citizens. Upon the thus offended ever so oft. And one of them, for 21st day of January we entered into the ship-I, my example, was the drunken Bishop of Galway, whose wife, and one servant; and being but two nights exercise is this and none other but to gad about from and two days upon the sea, so merciful was the Lord town to town over the English part, confirming unto us, we arrived most prosperously at Waterford, young children for twopence apiece, without examiin the coldest time of the year. In beholding the face nation of their Christian belief, contrary to the of that city I saw many abominable idolatries main- Christian ordinances of England and at night to tained by the priests for their worldly interests. The drink Rob Davie and aqua vitæ.”' Communion or Supper of the Lord was there alto- The priests soon made Waterford too hot for the gether used like a Popish mass, with the old apish bishop, and after various adventures he escaped to toys of antichrist, in bovings and beckonings, kneel. Dublin, and thence to Ilolland and Switzerland, ings and knockings--the Lord's death, after St. where he remained till the death of Queen Mary. In Paul's doctrine, neither preached nor yet spoken of. January, 1560, he was appointed to a prebend in
Canterbury cathedral, and died in that city in 1563.
Varieties. He was a voluminous writer, his best known work being his “ Summary of the Illustrious Writers of Great Britain," of which Strype speaks with high COAL AND FUEL IN LONDON IN THE SEVENTEESTII CEN. praise. Of more interest to us is this strange glimpse The Londoners
, in cspecial, deprived of their coal from New
TURY.-It was an unusually severe winter, cold and snowy. of the state of Ireland in his day.
castle, felt it severely. Baillie particularly mentions the comMr. Froude, in the preliminary chapter to his fortable hangings of the Jerusalem Chamber, and the good fire " History of the English in Ireland,” referring to kept burning in it, as "some dainties in London" at that date, the times of King Edward the Sixth, says that and duly appreciated by the members of the Assembly. Among attempts were made to introduce and force upon the the printed broadsheets of the time that were hawked about
London, I have seen one entitled “ Artificial Fire; or, Coal for people the doctrinal theories for which even England Rich and Poor: this being the offer of an excellent new Inwas unprepared.
vention.” The invention consists of a proposal to the Londoners “Unconsecrated prelates were thrust into the of a cheap substitute for coal, devised by a “Mr. Richard Irish sees under the naked authority of letters Gesling, Ingineer, late deceased.” Mr. Gesling's idea was that, patent. John Bale, the most virulent and the most
if you take brickdust, mortar, sawdust, or the like, and make
up paste-balls thereof mingled with the dust of sea-coal or profane of the unfortunate party whose excesses
Scotch coal, and with stable-litter, you will have a fuel much provoked the counter-reformation, commenced work more economical than coal itself. But, though this is the as Bishop of Ossory, which would have led, under practical proposal of the fly-sheet, its main interest lies in its ordinary circumstances, to an instant explosion.”
lamentation over the lack of the normal fuel. “Some fine. By the Rev. Mr. Carr, editor of the Irish Eccle
nosed city dames," it says, “used to tell their husbands, 0
husband! we shall never be well, we nor our children, whilst siastical Gazette," and others, the error of Mr. we live in the smell of this city's sea-coal smoke! Pray, a Froude in calling John Bale “an unconsecrated country-house for our health, that we may get out of this seaprelate,” has been clearly shown, the dates and coal smell ! But how many of these fine-nosed dames now circumstances of his consecration being supplied.
cry, "Would to God we had sea-coal! Oh! the want of tire
undoes us! O the sweet sea-coal fires we used to have ! how we As to his “profanity,” the following passages from want them now! no fire to your sea-coal !'
This for the “Strype's Annals" give sufficient explanation:
rich : a word for the poor! The great want of fuel for fire · Bale, who though he is sometimes blamed, and makes many a poor creature cast about how to pass over this blameworthy indeed, for his rude and plain lan- cold winter to come; but, finding small redress for so cruel an guage, is an author of high esteem, and of commend-enemy as the cold makes, some turn thieves that never stole
before--steal posts, seats, benches from doors, rails, nay, the able diligence and integrity.” And again, “I use
very stocks that should punish them; and all to keep the cold the words of John Bale, who would call a spade a
winter away.”—Masson's Life of Milton, vol. iii., p. 36. spade.” And in another place Strype says, "There
ANCESTORS AND RELATIONS. —Judge Blackstone, in his were now published two books by John Bale, whereat “Commentaries,” says : “ Few people are aware how wealthy Winchester (Gardiner) was highly enraged, calling they are in the number of their relations. It is at the first them pernicious, seditious, and sianderous. Bale's view astonishing to consider the number of lineal ancestors which pen indeed was sharp and foul enough sometimes, every man has within no very great number of degrees; and so when he had such foul subjects to deal with as the many different bloods is a man said to contain as he hath
ancestors. Of these he hath two in the first ascending cruelties and uncleannesses of many of the popish degree, his own parents; he hath four in the second, the parents priests, and prelates, and cloisterers.”
of his father and the parents of his mother ; he hath eight in the third, the parents of his two grandfathers and two grandmothers; and by the same rule of progression he hath an hundred and twenty-eight in the seventh ; a thousand and twenty-four in the tenth ; and at the twentieth degree, or at
the distance of twenty generations, every man hath above a Sonnets of the Sacred Year. million of ancestors, as common arithmetic will demonstrate.”
The number of collateral relations a man has, each descended from an ancestor only twenty generations back, is next to im
possible to calculate, and quite overwhelming to imagine. SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
SHAKESPEARE AND MILTON COMMEMORATED.-In the year
1769, Garrick took the lead in preparing a rural festival in “And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and honour of Shakespeare, at his native town at Stratford-on-Arou. said unto her, Weep not."-St. Luke vii. 13.
Cowper, in the “Task,” gives some account of this affair, but
in no very complimentary style. But there were absurdities WEE! EEP not.” The word ere long o'erleapt the exhibited there, even more than the poct ridicules. A man
milliner sold gaudy ribbons under the motto : hills,
“Each change of many-coloured life he drew." Though it was spoken softly in the vale
And the prince of fools and best of biographers wore the inTo still one mourner's melancholy wail.
scription of “Corsica Boswell” in his hat, lest he should miss an
atom of the notoriety which was his chief ambition in life. It rose and swelled o'er all our waste of ills
“For Garrick was a worshipper himself ; Till now the wide world with its music thrills,
He drew the liturgy and framed the rites
And solemn ceremonial of the day, And whoso stays in reverent faith to hear
And called the world to worship on the banks
Of Avon, famed in song. Shall see his dead hope springing from its bier
The mulberry-tree was hung with blooming wreaths;
The mulberry-tree stood centre of the dance ; As the “ Arise" the word of grace fulfils.
The mulberry-tree was hymned with dulcet airs.
So 'twas a hallowed time: decorum reigned, " Weep not:" 0 voice of peace when the storms
And mirth without offence. No few returned
Doubtless much edified, and all refreshed." rave!
Sir William Jones, afterwards judge in India, was prevented “ Weep not:" Love's whisper in the hour of loss; from attending this jubilec. “But I was resolved," he after. Weep not:" Life's Easter anthem by the grave;
wards said, in a letter preserved by Lord Teignmouth, “to
do all the honour in my power to as great a poet, and “ Weep not: » God's absolution from the Cross, set out in the morning, in company with a friend, to visit a Raising the contrite soul that gazeth there
place where Milton spent some part of his life, and where,
in all probability, he composed several of his earliest producFrom death of sin or bier of his despair.
tions. It is a small village situated on a pleasant hill about
BY THE REV. S. J. STONE, M.A.
three miles from Oxford, and called Forest Hill, because it decline of £204,000. This tax dates from 1780. The youngest formerly lay contiguous to a forest, which has since been cut of the three taxes, the succession duty, imposed in 1853, down. The poet chose this place of retirement after his first produced 826,548 last year, an increase of £31,000. This tas marriage, and he describes the beauties of his retreat in that fine has greatly disappointed expectation. When imposed, eminent passage of his ‘L'Allegro':
Conservative members of Parliament objected that it would Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
reach four millions a year, and even the Inland Revenue DepartWhilst the landscape round it measures.
ment estimated its product at two millions. In the last
financial year legacy duty was paid on sums amounting to Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide.
£90,997,167 and succession duty on £38,448,370, making Some time walking not unseen,
together £129,355,537 ; but neither of these duties is paid on By hedge-row elms and hillocks green.
the large amount of property which passes from husband to While the ploughman near at hand,
NIGHTINGALES.—"Nightingales not only never reach North-
umberland and Scotland, but also, as I have been always told, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Devonshire and Cornwall. In these two last counties we cannot It was neither the proper season of the year nor time of the day attribute the failure of them to the want of warmth ; the defect to hear all the rural sounds, and see all the objects mentioned in in the west is rather a presumptive argument that these birds this description ; but by a pleasing concurrence of circnm.
come over to us from the Continent at the narrowest passage,
Thus wrote White of Sel. stances, we were saluted upon our approach to the village with and do not stroll so far westward.” the music of the mower and his scythe ; we saw the ploughman borne in 1771. Bishop Stanley, of Norwich, repeats the intent upon his labours, and the milkmaid returning from her statement as to Devonshire and Cornwall, but does not assent to country employment. The poet's house is close to the church. the popular belief that nightingales are never north of the The greatest part of it has been pulled down, and what remains Trent, as they are at least occasional visitors in northern parts belongs to an adjacent farm. I am informed that several papers
of Yorkshire, as far as Wetherby. In the neighbourhood of in Milton's own hand were found by the gentleman who was
Doncaster they have also been heard. In the south and east of last in possession of the estate. The tradition of his having England their geographical distribution is very uncertain, the lived there is current among the villagers ; one of them showed comparative rarity or abundance not unfrequently occurring in us a ruinous wall that made part of his chamber, and I was
spots only a few miles apart. What their favourite food is in much pleased with another, who had forgotten the name of the wild state is not ascertained, or this might perhaps give a Milton, but recollected him by the title of the Poet. It clue to the apparent caprice in selecting and haunting particular must not be omitted that the groves near this village are
localities. famous for nightingales, which are so elegantly described in BENCH AND BAR AT PLAY.—A judge was in the midst of the Penseroso. Most of the cottage windows are overgrown summing up a cause when a donkey began to bray outside with sweetbriars, vines, and honeysuckles; and that Milton's the court. The judge stopped short, and there was great habitation had the same rustic ornament, we may conclude from silence from the interruption. “Oh !” said a witty but impa: his description of the lark bidding him good morrow
dent barrister, “it is only an echo from the yard, my lord." Through the sweetbriar or the vine,
The judge allowed the insult pass, but by-and-by the same Or the twisted eglantine."
animal renewed his noise while the barrister was addressing the CHANGE.—Some benefit may be received from change of air, court. The judge chuckled at the opportunity of having a droll some from change of company, and some from mere change of revenge, and with studious amenity, looking at the barrister, place. It is not easy to grow well in a chamber where one has said, “ Pray, speak only one at a time!” long been sick, and where everything seen and every person Flora MACDONALD.-At Kingsburgh I had the honour of speaking revives and impresses images of pain. Though it be saluting the far-famed Miss Flora Macdonald, who conducteul that no man can run away from himself, he may yet escape from
the Princess, dressed as her maid, through the English forces many causes of useless uneasiness. That “the mind is its own
from the island of Lewes ; and when she came to Skic dined place" is the boast of a fallen angel that had learned to lie. External locality has great effects—at least upon all embodied then have been a very young lady; she is not now (1773)
with the English officers, and left her maid below. She must beings. I hope that this little journey will afford me at least
old; of a pleasing person and elegant behaviour. She told me some suspenso of melancholy.-- Dr. Samuel Johnson's Letters.
she thought herself honoured by my visit, and I am sure that POTATOES FROM Two Points or View.-William Cobbett whatever regard she bestowed on me was liberally repaid. “If had a mortal aversion to potatoes. In his "Rural Rides” he thou likest her opinion, thou wilt praise her virtue.” She was often declaims against them. Speaking of the crops in the carried to London, but dismissed without a trial, and came Vale of the Avon, he says : “I do not perceive that they down with Malcolm Macleod, against whom sufficient evidence have many potatoes, but what they have of this base root seems could not be procured. She and her husband are poor, and are to look well enough. It was one of the greatest villains upon going to try their fortune in America. At Kingsburgh we were earth, Sir Walter Raleigh, who, they say, first brought this root very liberally feasted, and I slept in the bed on which the Prince into England. He was hanged at last! What a pity, since he reposed in his distress. The sheets which he used were never was to be banged, the hanging did not take place before he put to any meaner offices, but were wrapped up by the luly of became such a mischievous devil as he was in the latter two. the house, and at last, according to her desire, were laid round thirds of his life.” Mr. Knapp, the genial author of the her in her grave. These are not Whigs. - Dr. Johnson's Letters. “ Journal of a Naturalist,” cannot give enough praise to the
CRITICISM BY YOUNG MEN.—The worst thing a young man potato. He thus closes his panegyric : “Many as are the uses to which this root is applicable-and it will annually be applied to the form of nature, is to begin criticising, and cultivating
can do, who wishes to educate himself æsthetically, according to more, if we consider it merely as an article of food, though the barren graces of 'the nil admirari. This maxim may be subject to occasional partial failures, not exempted from the excusable in a worn-out old cynic, but is intolerable in the blights (this was before the potato disease appeared), the mil
mouth of a hopeful young man. dews, the wire-worms, the germinatings of corn, which have often
There is no good to be looked filled our land with wailings and death, we will hail the indi.
for from a youth who, having done no substantial work of his vidual, whoever he might be, who brought it to us, as one of and calls this practice of finding fault "criticism.". The first
own, sets up a business of finding faults in other people's work, the greatest benefactors to the human race, and with grateful lesson that a young man has to learn is not to find fault, but to hearts thank the bountiful Giver of all good things for this most perceive beauties. All criticism worthy of the name is the ripe extensive blessing."
fruit of combined intellectual insight and long experience. I PROBATE, LEGACY, AND SUCCESSION DUTIES.-The Inland have said that the sublime and beautiful in nature and art are Revenue Returns for the last financial year show that these the natural and healthy food
of the æsthetical faculties. The three taxes on property which is leaving the owner and passing comical and humorous are useful only in a subsidiary way: It to another, not by sale, but by succession, produced upwards
of is a great loss to a man when he cannot laugh ; but a smile is £5,000,000, but the amount as less by £82,030 than in the useful specially in enabling us lightly to shake off the incon: preceding year. The probate and (administration) duty, which gruous, not in teaching us to cherish it. Life is an earnest produced £1,943, 206, showed an increase of £90,000. This business, and no man was ever made great or good by a diet of stamp duty, originally an importation from Holland, is the brond grins. The grandest humour, such as that of Aristooldest of these three taxes, and began in 1694, and has not been phanes, is valuable only as the seasoning of the pudding or the materially or generally revised or altered since 1815. The spice of the pie. No one feeds on mere pepper or vanilla. legacy duty, which produced £2,146,515 last year, showed a Professor Blackie.
“BEHOLD 1X THESE WIIAT LEISURE HOURS DEMAND, AMUSEMENT AND TRUE KNOWLEDGE LAND IN HAND.”. Cowper.
"I AM SURE, ANTHONY, I WISH YOU EVERY SUCCESS," SAID MISS KING.
on the subject; and her nephew, Anthony, who was THE SALE OF CALLOWFIELDS.
very free from disguise on any point, and most un
suspicious of it in others, was perplexed to see, on "Truth is all simple, all pure : it is rigid and will bear no mixture of his first introduction to her, that his aunt, of whom anything else with st."-Lord Bacon.
he had heard as an established woman in his inISS KING was a lady whose age, as she was fantine days, should have remained as stationary in
not in the peerage, could only be ascertained her youthfulness as the waxen ladies in a hairby an intimate acquaintance with her family history dresser's window. and its dates.
An easy, the very easiest of lives (to such as love Her great aim seemed to be, to mystify the world indolent self-indulgence), had certainly helped to No. 1187.--SEPTEMBER 26, 1874.
PRICE ONE PENNY.