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"Very well," said I. “Now, in the town from which we started this morning there is another charitable institution for the relief of those who are in danger of being deprived of sight. I allude to the Eye Infirmary, with which I am in some degree connected. Allow me, as governor, to put your name down for five guineas."

"Very well, sir, as you like," said Mr. Bowler, testily, and taking up his hat.

"Stop a minute," said I, "I won't detain you much longer; but-have you ever been over the Female Orphan Asylum at P-?"

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"Come, I say," cried Mr. Bowler, who was making a little sum of compound addition in his pocketbook.

""-may have," I continued, without noticing the interruption, "may have that privilege, of which, no doubt, you will be glad to avail yourself. Indeed, what greater pleasure can there be than in seeing so excellent and practical a result arise from one's benevolence?

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I beg your pardon, I really was forgetting the soup and blanket societies, and the Dorcas Fund for supplying the poor with coals in winter. You'll subscribe a couple of guineas a-piece to those, won't you?",

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"Nothing else, thank you," I answered, "except to beg that you will discharge that driver for the sake of public safety, and (if I may be permitted to say so) be yourself more temperate in future for your own. As soon as you have remitted those sums to the several societies which I mentioned, you shall have a receipt in full. Good-evening."

""Good-evening, sir," said Mr. Bowler, emphasizing the adjective as if he was determined not to be outdone in civility.

'After a short interval, during which I prevailed upon the little lady (who had by this time recovered from her fright) to take some refreshment, the messenger who had been despatched for assistance returned with a carriage and pair. Into this vehicle most of the passengers stowed themselves-the rest following in a cart with the luggage. We reached Exeter late at night, and you may be sure were glad to get comfortably to bed. The next morning, Mr. Bowler kept his promise faithfully, and finding this to be the case, we fulfilled our part of the contract by saying as little about the accident as possible. The affair was hushed up. The "Tantivy" continued to run under the guidance of a steadier charioteer, and I made a point of travelling by it whenever I went up to Exeter.'

'And what became of the little lady?' asked Tom, who had listened with great attention to the narrative.

'Upon my word,' said Grampus, 'that is more than I can tell you. I never saw her from that day to this; but I question very much whether she ventured in a stagecoach again.'

At this moment, Peter entered the room to say that my Aunt Tab's sedan-chair had arrived, together with two flies which were to convey our party home. We therefore rose to put on our coats and wrappers, went through the usual form of salutation with my uncle, and drove home over the white, crisp snow, to dream of the " Tantivy " and its passengers. So ended our Christmas with Grampus.

JACK EASEL.

Types of English Beauty.

V.-ROSE.

NLY dear old England

ΟΝΤ

Boasts such maids as Rosie;

Eyes that drowse with dreamy splendour,
Cheeks with roseleaf-tintings tender,

Lips a fragrant posy.

I would barter years of youth
For the kisses of her mouth.

Of those nut-brown tresses,
One lock would she yield me,
On my faithful heart reposing,
All my life long till its closing,
"Twould from sorrow shield me.
Though she binds them in a snood,
See how wanton winds have wooed!
Darling English maiden!

With your pure, frank beauty,
(There's no treachery in that dimple)-
Honest, as your dress is simple,
Loyal to each duty;

He, whose wife you shall become,
Shall have sunshine in his home!

Oh, your smiles are magic,-
Moonlight on life's ocean;

As the pale moon sways the waters,
So the love of England's daughters
Rules our fond devotion.

Mothers, sweethearts, wives like you,
Make our hearts so stanch and true!
Type of English beauty,

Trusting, true, and tender!

Be it lofty, be it lowly,
Every English fireside holy

Your rare virtues render:

Love of that fair face of yours,

England's liberty secures.

THE STORY OF THEKLA,
FROM SCHILLER'S WALLENSTEIN.'-(Illustrated.)

AMONGST Schiller's ballads Tyle

Maiden's Lament' differs in style and tone from the others. Schiller is not generally musical in his lyric vein, and but few of his poems invite the composer. This one, however, in its simplicity of feeling and its dramatic contrasts between the suffering child and the departed mother, who comforts her from the celestial regions, is musical even in

a high degree, and so the poet intended it to be. The two first staves are sung to the guitar in the poet's greatest drama by Wallenstein's daughter Thekla. In the blooming spring of her love with Max Piccolomini she forebodes the tragic shadow that will overcast the bright sky of her young life. She perceives the cruel play with her feelings on the part of her aunt, the Countess

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