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troubled about or cultivated or noticed daffodils under foot, filling the orchard throve joyously beneath the trees, with their songs of exultation, joyously daffodils thrusting their spears through seeking out the sheep from among the the grass, crocuses peeping out enquir goats. Of course, I was a sheep, and ingly, snowdrops uncovering their my governess and the head gardener small cold faces when the first shiver goats, so that the results could not fail ing spring days came. Only my piece to be in every way satisfactory. But that I so loved was perpetually ugly looking up at the slope and rememberand empty. And I sat in it thinking of ing my visions, I laughed at the smallthese things on that radiant day, and ness of the field I had supposed would wept aloud.

hold all heaven. Then an apprentice came by, a youth Here, again, the cousins had been at who had often seen me busily digging, work. The site of my garden was ocand noticing the unusual tears, and cupied by a rockery, and the orchard struck perhaps by the difference be grass with all its treasures had been tween my garden and the profusion of dug up, and the spaces between the splendor all around, paused with his trees planted with currant bushes and barrow on the path in front of me, and celery in admirable rows, so that no remarked that nobody could expect to future little cousins will be able to get blood out of a stone. The apparent dream of celestial hosts coming towards irrelevance of this statement made me them across the fields of daffodils, and weep still louder, the bitter tears of in will perhaps be the better for being sulted sorrow; but he stuck to his free from visions of the kind, for as I point, and harangued me from the path, grew older,' uncomfortable doubts laid explaining the connection between hold of my heart with cold fingers, dim north walls and tulips and blood and uncertainties as to the exact ultimate stones till my tears all dried up again position of the gardener and the govand I listened attentively, for the con erness, anxious questionings as to how clusion to be drawn from his remarks it would be if it were they who turned was plainly that I had been shamefully out after all to be sheep, and I who-? taken in by the head gardener, who For that we all three might be gathered was an unprincipled person, thencefor into the same fold at the last, never, in ward to be forever mistrusted and those days, struck me as possible, and shunned. Standing on the path from if it had I should not have liked it. which the kindly apprentice had expounded his proverb, this scene rose be “Now what sort of person can that fore me as clearly as though it had be," I asked myself, shaking my head, taken place that very day; but how as I contemplated the changes before different everything looked, and how me, "who could put a rockery among it had shrunk! Was this the wide vegetables and currant bushes? A orchard that had seemed to stretch rockery, of all things in the gardening away, it and the sloping field beyond, world, needs consummate tact in its up to the gates of heaven? I believe treatment. It is easier to make misnearly every child who is much alone takes in forming a rockery than in any goes through a certain time of hourly other garden scheme. Either it is a expecting the Day of Judgment, and I great success, or it is a great failure; had made up my mind that on that either it is very charming, or it is very Day the heavenly host would enter the absurd. There is no state between the world by that very field, coming down sublime and the ridiculous possible in the slope in shining ranks, treading the a rockery." I stood shaking my head

disapprovingly at the rockery before It was clear that the time had come me, lost in these reflections, when a for me to get down to the gate at the sudden quick pattering of feet coming end of the garden as quickly as posalong in a great hurry made me turn sible, and I began to move away in round with a start, just in time to re- that direction. The little girl at once ceive the shock of a body tumbling out stopped capering and planted herself of the mist and knocking violently squarely in front of me. "Who are against me.

you?" she said, examining me from my It was a little girl of about twelve hat to my boots with the keenest inyears old,

terest. "Hullo!" said the little girl in excel- I considered this ungarnished manlent English; and then we stared at ner of asking questions impertinent, each other in astonishment.

and, trying to look lofty, made an at“I thought you were Miss Robinson," tempt to pass at the side. said the little girl, offering no apology The little girl, with a quick, corkfor having nearly knocked me down. like movement, was there before me. “Who are you?

"Who are you?" she repeated, her “Miss Robinson? Miss Robinson ?" I expression friendly but firm. repeated, my eyes fixed on the little "Oh, I–I'm a pilgrim," I said in desgirl's face, and a host of memories peration. stirring within me. “Why, didn't she "A pilgrim!" echoed the little girl. marry a missionary and go out to some She seemed struck, and while she was place where they ate him?"

struck I slipped past her and began The little girl stared harder. “Ate to walk quickly towards the door in the him? Marry? What, has she been mar- wall. “A pilgrim!" said the little girl ried all this time to somebody who's again, keeping close beside me, and been eaten and never let on? Oh, I looking me up and down attentively, "I say, what a game!" And she threw don't like pilgrims. Aren't they people back her head and laughed till the who are always walking about, and garden rang again.

have things the matter with their feet? "O hush, you dreadful little girl!" I Have you got anything the matter with implored, catching her by the arm, and your feet?" terrified beyond measure by the loud- "Certainly not," I replied indignantly, ness of her mirth. “Don't make that walking still faster. horrid noise we are certain to be "And they never wash, Miss Robincaught if you don't stop—"

son says. You don't either, do you?" The little girl broke off a shriek of “Not wash? Oh, I'm afraid you are laughter in the middle and shut her a very badly brought-up little girl-ob, mouth with a snap. Her eyes, round leave me alone—I must run—" and black and shiny like boot buttons, "So must I," said the little girl, came still farther out of her head. cheerfully, "for Miss Robinson must "Caught?” she said eagerly. “What; be close behind us. She nearly had me are you afraid of being caught too? just before I found you.” And she Well, this is a game!" And with her started running by my side. hands plunged deep in the pockets of The thought of Miss Robinson close her coat she capered in front of me in behind us gave wings to my feet, and, the excess of her enjoyment, remind- casting my dignity, of which, indeed, ing me of a very fat black lamb frisk. there was but little left, to the winds, I ing round the dazed and passive sheep fairly flew down the path. The little its mother.

girl was not to be outrun, and, though


gy left.

she panted and turned weird colors, find no difference in it. "I am afraid kept by my side and even talked. Oh, poor Miss Robinson must have a I was tired, tired in body and mind, wretched life,” I said, in tones of deep tired by the different shocks I had re- disgust. ceived, tired by the journey, tired by The little girl smiled fatuously, as the want of food; and here I was be- though I were paying her compliments. ing forced to run because this very "It's all green and brown,” she said, naughty little girl chose to hide instead pointing. "Is it always like that?” of going in to her lessons.

Then I remembered the wet fir tree "I say—this is jolly_" she jerked out. near the gate, and the enraptured kiss

“But why need we run to the same it had received, and blushed. place?" I breathlessly asked, in the “Won't it come off?” persisted the vain hope of getting rid of her.

little girl. "Oh, yes-that's just-the fun. We'd “Of course it will come off," I anget on-together-you and 12"

swered, frowning. "No, no," said I, decided this "Why don't you rub it off ?” point, bewildered though I was.

Then I remembered the throwing "I can't stand washing-either-its away of the handkerchief and blushed awful-in winter-and makes one have again. -chaps."

“Please lend me your handkerchief," "But I don't mind it in the least,” I I said humbly, "I-I have lost mine." protested faintly, not having any ener- There was a great fumbling in six

different pockets, and then a handker. "Oh, I say!" said the little girl, look- chief that made me young again mereing at my face and making the sound ly to look at it was produced. I took known as a guffaw. The familiarity of it thankfully and rubbed with energy, this little girl was wholly revolting. the little girl, intensely interested,

We had got safely through the door, watching the operation and giving me round the corner past the radishes, and advice. “There-it's all right now-a were in the shrubbery. I knew from little more on the right-there-now it's experience how easy it was to hide in all off." the tangle of little paths, and stopped “Are you sure? No green left?" I a moment to look round and listen. The anxiously asked. little girl opened her mouth to speak. "No, it's red all over now," she reWith great presence of mind I instant- plied cheerfully. "Let me get home," ly put my muff in front of it and held thought I, very much upset by this in. it there tight, while I listened. Dead formation, "let me get home to my silence, except for the labored breath dear, uncritical, admiring babies, who ing and struggles of the little girl, accept my nose as an example of what

"I don't hear a sound" I whispered, a nose should be and whatever its colletting her go again. "Now, what did or think it beautiful." And thrusting you want to say?" I added, eyeing her the handkerchief back into the little severely.

girl's hands I hurried away down the “I wanted to say,” she panted, "that path. She packed it into her pocket it's no good pretending you wash with hastily, but it took some seconds, for it a nose like that.”

was of the size of a small sheet, and "A nose like that! A nose like then came running after me. "Where what?" I exclaimed, greatly offended; are you going?” she asked, surprised, and though I put up my hand and very as I turned down the path leading to tenderly and carefully felt it, I could the gate.

“Through this gate,” I replied with “Oh, I'm a ghost!” I cried with condecision.

viction, pressing my hands to my fore"But you mustn't-we're not allowed head and looking round fearfully, to go through there”

"Pooh," said the little girl. So strong was the force of old habits It was the last remark I heard her in that place that at the words not al make, for there was a creaking of aplowed my hand dropped of itself from proaching boots in the bushes, and the latch; and at that instant a voice seized by a frightful panic I pulled the calling quite close to us through the gate open with one desperate pull, mist struck me rigid.

flung it to behind me, and fled out and “Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" called the away down the wide, misty fields. voice. "Come in at once to your lessons -Elizabeth! Elizabeth!"

The “Gotha Almanach" says that the "It's Miss Robinson," whispered the reigning cousin married the daughter little girl, twinkling with excitement; of a Mr. Johnstone, an Englishman, in then, catching sight of my face, she 1885, and that in 1886 their only child said once more with eager insistence, was born, Elizabeth. “Who are you?" The National Review.


Tell me, brother, what's a cuckoo, but a roguish chaffing bird?
Not a nest's his own, no bough-rest's his own, and he's nerer

good man's word;
But his call is musical and rings pleasant on the ear,
And the spring would scarce be spring
If the cuckoo did not sing
In the leafy months o' the year.

Tell me, brother, what's a gipsy, but a roguish chafing chap?
Not a cot's his own, not a man would groan
For a gipsy's worst mishap;
But his tent looks quaint when bent
On the sidesward of a lane,
And you'd deem the rain more dreary
And the long, white road more weary
If we never came again.

Would your May-days seem more fair
Were we chaps deep read in books,
Were we cuckoos, cawing rooks,
All the world cathedral closes,
Where the very sunlight dozes,
Were the sounds all organ-pealing, psalm and song and

Ford M. Hueffer.


England is richer in the possession of St Nicholas, the patron of sailors; to songs of the sea than any other country follow a thing to the "bitter end,” i.e., under heaven. The Dutchman and the to pay out cable till there is no more Teuton have a few, of no conspicuous left at the bitts; to "steer a middle merit. Norway can boast of at least course;" to "steer clear" of a man; to one fine specimen, a nautical song in hold on “till all's blue," i.e., till the ship every sense of the word, beginning has made her offing; to be ready "in a “Mens Nordhavet bruser mod fieldbygt brace of shakes," i.e., before the sail strand;" while the Danish “Sang for has flapped three times; to “kick up a Flaaden" is terse and spirited to a de- breeze;" to put things "ship-shape;" — gree, with a genuine salt-water smack these are but a few out of many, that about its half-dozen stanzas. But these show how the life and familiar speech stand alone among the sea rhymes of of every Englishman are salted by the the North, and serve only to point the briny breath of the four seas that wash truth of our assertion.

his island home. That it should be so is not surpris- It is in the same natural environing, when we remember the love of ments of the British Isles that we find most Englishmen for the sea, and the the origin of those incomparable sea extent to which expressions drawn ditties, which have been familiar as from things nautical have found their household words to our sailors since the way into the common daily speech of days of Anson and the Nile, the days our people. Here is a handful gleaned when line-of-battle-ships were built at at random. “To keep aloof," i.e., to Deptford Cattle Market, when for a keep your luff when sailing to the

shilling a wherry would carry you wind, has been a term in common use from the Pool into the midst of the on land since the days of Matthew Royal Navy, and Whitechapel swarmed Paris; to be "taken aback," i.e., by a with crimps, and press-gangs harried sudden change of wind; to "lose one's every tavern ballast," or in other words, to grow top

From Richmond town heavy with conceit when the centre of

To Horselydown. gravity has sunk too low; to "bear a hand;" to bring a man to his “bear. Who ever heard of a French sea song ings;" to have a snug "berth;" to give worthy the name? Insipid and devoid a man "a wide berth;" to “chop about" of verve, mere jingles, not fit to be put in shifting winds of perplexity; to “cut side by side with the weakest of our and run;" to "run the gauntlet" (prop. own; their savor is of the Seine, not of gantlope), once a well-known ordeal on the sea, their philosophie that of a ship-board; to be "half-seas over," used boulevard gamin rather than a blue by writers from Swift downwards as water tar. A Frenchman can no more expressive of too much drinking; to sing of the sea, as an English sailor leave a comrade "in the lurch;" to be knows it, than could that enfant de “hard up” or to "bear up for Poverty Paris who sang Bay;" to recognize a man by the "cut

La vie est un voyage of his jib;" to "look out for squalls;"

Tachons de l'embellir! to be left “high and dry;" to "tell it to

Jetons sur son passage the marines;" to "go to Old Nick," or

Les roses du plaisir! LIVING AGE. VOL. VIII. 448

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