Mrs. Chichester sighed, but did not dare to press the point; and a moment after Honor came in very silently and seated herself by Dym. Mr. Chichester moved restlessly about the room, taking up articles and putting them down again; and then he muttered something about his papers, and left the room; and soon after that Honor rose and said "Good-by." She bent down to kiss Mrs. Chichester rather reluctantly, as though constrained by her handher eyes had a weary light in them, she looked pale, almost ill. "You have succeeded; thank you, Honor," observed Mrs. Chichester gratefully; but Miss Nethecote put out her hand with an abrupt gesture as though to stop her. "No, don't thank me. I always said I would do anything to help you. Why," as Mrs. Chichester tried to speak, "I would do as much as that for my enemy." "Think! and have I not thought? Ah, wa are no friend of mine, or you would not subed me to this. Do you know these things are king me, actually killing me, who thought myself to strong to suffer," she added with a dreary sme "Forgive me, Honor," replied Mrs. Chiches humbly. "Let us say no more. I never mea to pain you like this." "I have betrayed myself," returned Hear putting her hand to her breast. "I never meart to speak to his mother in this way-never. Wi will you not understand that I must come a g at my own will, not at his or yours?" "I thought you had learnt to be happy here again," faltered Mrs. Chichester. "Am I your enemy, Honor?" very sadly. "God knows!" returned Miss Nethecote rather wildly-they had both forgotten Dym's presence, and now she quietly stole from the room; "sometimes I think you are all my enemies, for you have robbed me of my peace amongst you." "You have not forgiven me, then," reproach-him, and to know he will never forget me-sever. fully, "or him either." "Have I not?" returned Honor almost inaudibly; "then I trust that I may never be forgiven. Poor Guy, poor Guy!" in a tone of ineffable gentleness. "Then why is Guy's mother so hateful to you?" pleaded Mrs. Chichester wistfully, as she looked up at the majestic young figure beside her. There was something almost sublime in Honor's attitude; but as Mrs. Chichester spoke the sweetness and calm suddenly broke up. "No, not hateful. Why do you speak so?" she exclaimed hurriedly; "do you know the name I might have called you? For your son's sake, if not for mine, never say that again. But all the same," relapsing into mournfulness, "you are not my friend.” "Why not, Honor ?" "Was it my friend to bring me face to face with him this night, of all nights in the year? When you knew, you saw that he remembered it, was it generous," with a sudden spasm of pain on her beautiful face, to make me come here and plead for another, when he could not plead for "Happy! do you know I was madly, foolis happy when he was talking to me just now? The very sound of his voice, the touch of his hard, makes me happy. I like to see my influence over never. Ah," hiding her face in her hands, “oug d "When I promised to come up here when you or he were in trouble I never thought how e would try my resolution. He is not generous, either. In my moments of weakness he comes to Did you hear how he called me Honor to me. night?" "It is too strong for both of us. I have furbidden it, but he refuses to obey me. To-night the tenderness of his tone almost constrained me to cry out to him to stop. Oh," weeping though her heart would break, "to feel that I could follow him through the world cheerfu"s oh, so cheerfully, and yet not to dare to trust h again!" "Honor, why will you persist in this? Gay » a changed man now." "I know it. Perhaps I see it, too. No, Mis Where he has not Chichester, don't tempt me. succeeded you will not. You are a good woman, you mean well, but I cannot trust him yet. Besides," in a firmer voice, "I have promised Humphrey." "But you will not wait long, Honor?" "That will depend. Sometimes I think that Guy and I are not meant for happiness. Ah, now you have made me cry, and Humphrey will be angry. He always watches my face when I have been here. Good-night, Mrs. Chichester." "Good-night, Honor. I am afraid I have been a little hard on you after all." "You did not mean to be. I have not been good to-night. I am not a saint yet, you see;" and with a mournful smile, Honor left the room. Mrs. Chichester rocked herself to and fro with an agitated face when she was left alone. "No, I am not her friend. I cannot love her. She is right. My poor boy! But they will never come together-never! To-night he could scarcely control himself, even in her presence. He is wasting his whole life, but he will never win her again. God help them both! I believe she would rather die than give up her own will." The next morning, when Dym arose, somewhat unrefreshed and heavy-eyed, from her slumber, she learnt that the squire had already left Ingleside, and was en route for London. And soon after that she heard Miss Nethecote had been ill, and was going to spend a few weeks with her brother in Scotland. LIKE the first flakes of snow 'Mid the raven locks play, Still the heart may be green While the temples are gray. Like the leaves that we first GRAY HAIRS. Like the first starry gleams Here and there a white thread; Yet the heart may still glow Underneath a gray head. Though the frosts of long years As impassive and cold At the pole, still the head Never yet was so white "hat the heart was quite dead SOMEBODY OLDER THAN YOU. How pleasant it is that always That some one stands at the door. I can think of nothing sadder Than to feel when the days are few, There's nobody left to lean on, Nobody older than you. The younger ones may be tender To the feeble steps and slow, But they can't talk the old times over; Alas! how should they know ? 'Tis a romance to them-a wonder You were ever a child at play, But the dear ones waiting in Heaven, I know that the great All-Father patriot-philosopher, and in the June number the two venerable institutions were mentioned. Historical-Centen nial. Some time since I was requested, by a resolution of the Historical Society of Pennsylvania, to prepare a Memoir upon the "precise time, place and incidentals relating to the composition, signing and promulgation of the Declaration of Independence." At which time also a committee was appointed to cooperate with other Societies, and with the civil authorities in adopting measures for the proper celebration of the Centennial of American Independence. Acting under this appointment, I issued a circular letter addressed to various Societies and in Dr. Franklin and his Works. In the June MONTHLY, under the head of CENTENNIAL EXPOSITION MEMORANDA, we spoke of Dr. Franklin's founding of the Philadelphia Library, and materially assisting in the founding of the Pennsylvania Hospital, illustrating the text with engravings of the fronts of the two structures as seen to day. A friend of the MONTHLY has since placed at our disposal curious old engravings of the Library and the Hospital as they ap peared in 1800, and of the Doctor; we insert them herewith, believing that our readers will be as well pleased with them as we. We do not deem farther comment requisite here, as earlier in this number there is a brief sketch of the old proceedings of the Convention which met in Maryland put to Independence. There were two Charles Carrolls who were members of these conventions from Anne Arundel County or Annapolis. One was always entered on the minutes as Charles Carroll of Carrollton, and the other as Charles Carroll, Attorney. When the first signed the De claration of Independence as "of Carrollton," he was merely following a form to which he had been accustomed for several years. At present, I disbelieve the tradition of what oc curred in Independence Hall. dividuals asking for information to be used in the prepara- | tradition. I purchased at auction a volume containing the tion of the paper referred to. To this circular I received many responses, some of them of an interesting character. I find, however, that the preparation and publication of the work according to the plan I had contemplated would be attended with considerable expense, which cannot be defrayed by the Society. I, therefore, deemed it expedient to relinquish the preparation of the work in question. I came to this conclusion the more readily from the fact that the whole subject of the Centennial Celebration is placed in the hands of able Commissioners, appointed by the government of the United States, and by the authorities of the several States of the Union. The foregoing is an extract of a report made to the Historical Society of Pennsylvania, in November last. It is now published for the information of those persons with whom I have been in correspondence on the subject in question. JAMES ROSS SNOWDEN. Charles Carroll of Carrollton.-The story has often been told that when the members of the Continental Congress were signing the Declaration of Independence, Mr. Carroll signed his name simply Charles Carroll; that some one observed to him that there were many Charles Carrolls in Maryland, and that he then added the words "of Carrollton." W. D. A Monument at Yorktown.-QUERY.-The following is translated from the manuscript memoirs of a French naval officer, who was in this country during our Revolutionary war:-" The Congress, to perpetuate the memory of this glorious event, by a resolution of October 28, 1781, presented their thanks to M. De Rochambeau and to M. De Grasst, decreed that they would erect a column at York, in Virginia, on which should be an inscription in commemoration of Messrs. Washington, Rochambeau and De Grasse, and that two of the cannons taken at Yorktown should be given each of the Generals, De Rochambeau and De Grasse, and that the French Ambassador should be requested, on behalf 1 Admirals in the French navy were styled Generals t During the last year I have been led to disbelieve this this time. |