... T W I N S. By T. B. M. C 1 A P'T E 1 XII1. Oh! the horror of it' Shall rever forget what I felt as I read that letter I remembered how ho had said he should know Mabel Down had succeeded at last if he ever lost leo in a way he could not understand. And now here he was coming to Milton, perhaps he was already in the town, and I knew that if I refused to marry him he would go away and seek the ...

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... There's nothing for it, Ethel, but to seud Carleton about his business; he is only half-hearted at best, and the tenants know it: nothing like firmness; you see, since I sent away the Irish servants, and brought over an English set, there has been no more threatening notices. There was a doubtful smile on the girl's face as she replied- Mr. Carleton is different from a servant, papa; he ...

... By the Authbr of Her Husbands Seret Cliffs Hollow Postponed; Fib; etc. CHAPTER 11. DENIS PAYNE'S ENTRANCE INTO SOUTHFIELD. The vicar of Southfield was a Mr. Howlett, a worthy man, and at tall one, also-in that same week, when Mr. Burton succeeded in getting his roof repaired-the vicar was a sorely perplexed man, for he had a grandson, left but recently on his hands by his son, an ...

... By IsA BELLRRlBY. Author of 'Morgaret's Choice; Rioh man, poor man, apothecary, thief; ste. CHAPTER XXI. Poor Geraldine'e hopes were down at zero. When she found Aunt Jane was not only going to write to Hilton, but that Mrs. Cook had herself posted the letter, she had been eo happy in the prospect of immediate release that the hours dlew by like magic. But a day ortepo later Misse Habbert ...

... - IE RATRE LITERATURE . Food, a new' monthly journal of dietic economy in all branches, at hbore, alroad, and in the colonies, furnishes in ahs current part ?? and interesting1artic1es on puro eondensed milk, the kneading of breatd, the European wins larvest, tho importation of live stock, the canned goods trade, &C. 'The Srooan (13, Bed rord-strect, Covent Garden) is all Abat a laldv could ...

... Ties fine art exhibition opened last week in the now wing of tho Albert Memorial Musnem. is increasing in popularity and attracts a greater number of visitors as the public knowledge of the character and interest of the collection extends. It seems, therefore, reasonable to hope, that the objects the committee have in view will be realieed, and an art gallery of whicht the city and county may ...

... SHERBORNE HORSE AND HOUND I SHOW. I a - s -.1 , 1_ -__A - +11 The third annual show of horses, hounds, and cattlet an was held on Wednesday and Thursday, and brought be together a representative gathering from the Western th Counties. The show was held, as usual, in the Home ha Meadow of the Castle Yard. The first day's poograoene an was entirely confined to horses, and the second day to the ...

... POE:TRY. A GLIMPSE AS OF THE OLD GODS. When still the dawn of time lay Hrush and fair Vpon the youngling earth, and gods were fain To dwvell among- ns-oft the shepherd rswain, andering tho vwooded dells, came onawvare n Dian, 'asthing in midstreaml, all bare Of aught save anstere benuty, and half disdain, And a divine great ealns, that in hie brain Woke pore high thought and e ohaste passion ...

... PATSY TRIB.'-A TRUE STORY. Nr~ell ?? tnay, mister, you gave me five dollars, I heard in a nted panting voice behind me as I was hurrying up Park- BS_ row, New York, late one evening. I turned, and there was the rageged boy from whom I had just boughta paper, °o11; rushing after me with his bundle of papers under his yrier arm and a live-dollar gold piece clsped tight in his lab- dirty hand. ...

... I SOMEHOW OR OTHER. Life has a burden for every one's shoulder, None may escape from its trouble and care; miss it in youth ard 'twill come when you're older, And fits us close as the garments we wear. Sorrow comes into our homes uninvited, Robbing the heart of its treasure of song; Lovers grow cold, and or friendships are slighted, yot somehow or other we worry along I Midst the sweet ...

... i I .. . - ?? , GoDhelpthe houselessana the wanderer this wild night reidthe prson. at ='Aederud answered Rutb. |Tere was nothing very striking either in the prwrser or the rsponse Eachmighthavebeen utteredbythe lips of hundreds on that dark, dreary Christmas 'Eve. The man of wealth in his luxurious mansion, as he looked around his well- furnished room, where every appliance ministered to ...