remainder of the parcel consisted of twelve This record is not written for concholospecies, ranging in number of examples from gists, but for others to whom its facts are I to 350. The shell of which there was but unfamiliar or unknown. Two dozen species, a single specimen was Cyamium minutum, a most of them common, and three or four glittering bivalve somewhat smaller than varieties, were all that were found. But of Lasaea.

individual shells there were 55,000;

A Parcel No. 3 was made up by scraping calculation, necessarily rough, but as likely from the rock a small, strong-smelling sea- to be under the truth as over it, led to the weed called Laurencia, which grows near low- conclusion that, if it were possible to examine water. It yielded about 20,000 shells, be all the seaweeds which the lowest tide leaves longing to fourteen species, and they more bare, for a stretch of only twenty-five or thirty than filled two of the little boxes. The most yards along that shore, 100,000,000 living shellremarkable circumstance was that the shining bearing molluscs would be found. Of all these little bivalve Cyamium, which was represented not even the smallest would, strictly speaking, by a solitary specimen in the second parcel, be a microscopic object, though certainly formed here at least two-fifths of the whole. requiring a lens for the determination of its In other words, 12,000 individuals, old, young, species. A hundred millions ! How easily and middle-aged, of this Cyamium-each of we set down the words! And neither the them a good walker, a good swimmer, a good writer nor anybody else has the least conspinner when it wished to moor itself by a ception of what they represent. And if, rope, and each the maker of its own polished from that little nook on the Gairloch as a shell-were clustered upon a handful of one of measured base, I tried to estimate the moltheir favourite plants. I could not get them luscan population of our British shores, till now, because I was not near enough to making due allowance for the comparative the edge of ebb tide. It may be worth noting barrenness of many places, I might fill half that there are other shell-gatherers who know of one of these lines with figures; but who where to look for Cyamium; for it is told would be any the wiser ? in books upon shells that 35,000 Cyamiurns We are not to suppose that a shore so were once taken from the stomach of a prolific as that of Gairloch has really only mullet.

twenty-four species of shells. That no more No. 4 was a parcel of the same size as all were found among the seaweeds examined the rest, and consisted of various small sea- is simply due to the circumstance that all weeds growing at ordinary low-water. It the samples were taken from the same kind proved to contain about 8,500 shells of ten of ground. Hard by, round a jutting rock, species. There was scarcely a bivalve among there is a sandy shell-strewn beach on which, them. Two lacuna (cousins to the winkles) without trouble, fifty species may be gathered and a pearly top-shell (Trochus helicinus) --some of them such rarities that the reading showed by their abundance that the verge of their names is enough to make an eager of the accessible shore was nearly reached. collector wish he might forthwith take train

No. 5 was a parcel of the same kind from for Achnasheen.* Let us single out one. the lowest point of the spring-tide, and pro- Time was when Crenella decussata was known duced about 13,000 shells. The between to naturalists by a single valve. Here in a tides species—such as skenea-now visibly little shell-sand were six perfect specimens, began to fail, and a few shells from deeper the valves united and closed, or each what water, including a youthful scallop, made children call a “box." Imagine an almost their appearance.

transparent pearl, the size of a grain of musThe tide was about to turn. Could one tard seed, suffused with opaline gleams and more “parcel” be achieved ? From the covered with exquisite latticed and beadrock there was visible, far down in the quiet like sculpture. It wants nothing but size to depth, a giant frond of laminaria, apparently rival the most splendid exotics. detached, but likely still to have its shelly Nothing but size! But to most people inhabitants upon it. The day was warm, size is everything; wherefore to them the the spot retired, the water inviting ; to swim small shells and their beauty are not. Their downwards with the eyes open is easy if minuteness hides them as though they were you learned as a boy. Soon the laminaria in a far off and uninhabited isle. To was gently laid on dry rock. It was quite science bulk is an accident, only one of ten feet long, and bore 157 little shells of * Such names as Crenella decussata, Tellina pusilla, Monine species, one of them a prize--Rissoa diolaria marmorata, Circe minima, Venus verrucosa, Cyviolacea.

lichna umbilicata, Utriculus hyalinus, Melampus bidentatus, Rissoa violacea.

we see.

has an

the many properties which she has to con- yellow and red like the seaweeds on which sider. What science does for us - even they feed; how they are pink and white for those of us who, being otherwise busy, among those algæ which are encrusted with can be naturalists only in our leisure time lime; how they are transparent and iridescent -is something still more important than as any jelly-fish in the clear sea-water, has providing us with a magnifying lens. She a glimpse into the process by which the takes away that mental habitude which Divine Architect who works through the makes minuteness a barrier to interest ; ages fashioned those manifold species. And she puts her hand on the inward eye, and I, for one, am of Charles Kingsley's creed

Whosoever has been thus touched in this matter. “See, now," said the hero of

open-sesame ” to a treasure-house, “Westward Ho!” to his brother, as they has a slave of the lamp to make rubies com- looked at flies and flowers and hummingmon. And, besides all this, who dare say birds in a West-Indian island, uninhabited till that that hidden world of beauty and adapta- the white man came—“see, now, God made tion is wasted, is lost, till the scientific ob- all these things, and never a man, perhaps, server draws near? Certainly he who has set eyes on them till fifty years agone; and watched the little molluscs at their love and yet they were as pretty as they are now, ever their play will be slow to think that they since the making of the world. And why have not a sense of beauty which can be do you think God could have put them pleased. He who notes how the shells here, then, but to please Himself—and during life are protected from their enemies Amyas took off his hat-with the sight of by their colours; how they are brown and them ? ”



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LONG, long ago, this priceless thing

Grew strong, amid the feathered quire,
In leafy shades whose whispering

Made all the tree-top seem a lyre.
Prophetic sang the forest breeze,
How from the heart of ancient trees
A violin should come to birth
And teach the tongues of heaven on earth,
Sad years have mellowed its long life

To sweetness; built when Charles was King, 'Mid discord of Italian strife

It dared high harmony to sing.
But after storm, what gentler rest
Than where its frame is lightly prest, —
A maiden's bosom, skilled to make
Its heart to tremble for her sake!
Its voice is wheresoe'er she stays,

She is not known where it is mute.
As Cicily on organs plays,

Or as Apollo wears a lute,
Or as her wheel in paintings fine
Makes men discern pure Catherine,"
So they who hear this viol play
Cry, “Nora is not far away!"
Then straight in quest of her they go,

And gather round her, where she stands
Quickening the nerves with quivering bow,

A realm of sound in her young hands ;-
One wields the sceptre, swift and fine,
The other moves from line to line,
Assessing with unconscious care
The æolian tribute of the air.

Sometimes the maid rejoices so

That weak words fail, so glad is she !
Then is her pent heart's overflow

Released by music's ecstasy,-
Music, that schools the maiden mind
To passion, teaching it to find
High thoughts, which make life holy ground
Enthroned within the world of sound.
If I this jealous creature take,

And draw the bow across the string,
No demon shall such screechings make

As issue from my fingering!
In these my hands that lack the wit
To couple brain and heart and it,
'Tis but a dead and hollow toy;
In hers it lives, a voice of joy!
I would I had her cunning art

To tune and play on living strings,
To seek and find the world's lost heart,

And kindle charm in common things,
Till all life's ruined belfries chime,-
And sunless dials tell the time,-
As she makes worth their weight in gold
These vacant panels, centuries old.
And like her viol, tune? Til be,

So that is goodness pass my way,
And deign to stoop and handle me,

I may not mar the heavenly lay.
Thrice happy lives, though all else fade,
On whom the Master's touch is laid!
They render, lying in His hand,
Music too sweet to understand.


If the maid mourns, when others fain

Would sit apart, and rock and cry, These strings iell all the house her pain,

Setting her woe to melody:




eyes, whereupon all but Tommie scuttled

away like young rabbits. MADNESS.

"I did not expect to find you here,"

of Master Tommie's little face next feel quite sure whom we may find, you know, morning when, instead of finding Dickie so many people come to sleep at our house beside him, ready to enact the nursery epi- unexpectedly. But you are the last person I sode of "Jack and Jill,” with the aid should have thought of, as you have so many of pillows and bolsters, there, sleeping pro- spare beds at home.” foundly, lay Geoff Auriol. Tommie, sitting Geoff, looking pale, disconfited, and urup straight in bed, gazed on the unexpected rested, felt in no humour to offer an explanaphenomenon for some minutes with an ex: tion. pression of deep astonishment, then making “And to-night you may have the Japanese a sudden leap, he darted into the next room Ambassador, who knows?” he said, in order to take his brothers aback by the news. to divert Tommie's thoughts.“ People come

Even that hasty movement did not awaken here because they like to come, and so may the sleeper, nor did the pattering of three or he for aught you can tell.” four pairs of bare feet on the floor a moment Master Tommie, wondering what made later. For Tommie's news spread like wild- Geoff so cross and enigmatical, now went fire throughout the first floor, and on the into the adjoining room to dress, and half an principle that only seeing can be believing, hour later the large family party assembled all its occupants, barefooted, and in their for breakfast. There was no table in the night gear, flocked to the door to peer in. At house large enough to seat all, at this, the last Geoff stirred in his bed and opened his most hospitable season of the year, so a detachment bivouacked outside. It was a house cats, they made the prettiest group imaginhold indeed accustomed to the perpetual able. process of overflowing, both at eating and All at once, without a word, Tommie set his sleeping times. In fine weather as at pre- half-emptied porringer on the ground, heedsent, they overflowed into the garden, all less of the beaks that would inevitably be those who could not find places in the break- dipped into it, and scampered across the hill fast parlour taking their coffee and bread as fast as his legs would carry him. Dickie or and butter out of doors. In winter time they Griddles feeling sure that a good reason for overflowed into their neighbours' attics if | Tommie's disappearance was an equally good sleeping accommodation fell short of the reason for his own, followed his example, necessary requirements at home, and for the the little girls were not slow to catch the more important meals, into the kitchen, every- contagion, and in a twinkling the whole group where but the master's studio. All this was had disappeared, leaving the cats and the hens done so naïvely and good-naturedly, that to finish their breakfast. neither hosts, guests, nor servants seemed to Never were fowls so tame, never pussies so suffer inconvenience, if, indeed, servants conciliating, as in this unique household, could be said to exist under Garland's roof. where peace and concord seemed to have

In his eyes master and servants were not; taken natural root, like wholesome plants in all of us, from the highest to the lowest, being kindly soil, banishing all rank and unwholealike humble servitors of the Master of all. some weeds. The sagacious hens, politic by He insisted that every one in his employ nature and communists on principle, conshould, in so far as was practicable, share tented themselves with their share of the the happiness of his home, not only material, children's leavings. The cats, no less fair in but spiritual and intellectual. There were their dealings, were satisfied with theirs, so no books here set aside especially for the that the stolen repast was made in perfect kitchen, no recreations deemed too good for harmony. the servants, no meat and drinks permitted By the time the children re-appeared, at one table which were not seen at another. hanging to Durham's coat-skirts-for it was

Geoff being the only extra visitor to-day, the sight of him in the distance that had had his place that morning by Garland's side. occasioned their commotion-every vestige of There were one or two guests as a matter of the porridge was gone. The hens, clucking course, but these might almost be called per- pleasantly, put their feathers in order ; the manent ones, so far back dated their coming, cats also performed their careful toilet with so indefinite was their going. None knew why, accompaniments of a musical purr; only the Geoft's former place next to Georgie was now children's faces wore a look of dismay. The no longer kept for him. The semblance of larger half of their breakfast had vanished ! their youthful courtship had been tacitly given From within meantime a dozen voices now up long ago, perhaps because Georgie wished cried joyfully, “Mr. Durham ! Mr. Durham!” to act the coquette, perhaps because Geoff “ Edgar !" Garland exclaimed, waving his feared to play the fool. Be this as it may, the hand. All rose, all gathered round their new pair, although excellent comrades, were only visitor with cordial words of welcome and that, and would even banter each other about congratulation. Only Geoff remained behind. those childish loves of former days. To-day, Never stirring from his place, never so much Geoff hardly noticed Georgie's presence as raising his eyes, he now stood alone by the although she looked handsomer than ever. breakfast-table, separated from the happy Eating little, and keeping his eyes on his plate, group outside by his own uncompromising he appeared, what indeed in truth he was, the ill-humour and wretchedness. very personification of dejection. Nothing “Come," Garland said, re-entering the should make him unbend, not even Georgie's room as soon as the first greetings were over, sallies. He was wretched, and no one should “come, Durham, here is another friend hinder him from being as wretched as he ready to wish you joy with the rest of us." pleased, said his looks plainly enough.

“Geoff! Geoff !” Durham cried, greatly The door of the breakfast-room opened into perplexed. "In the name of all surprises, how the strip of garden, a mere yard or two of turf, came you here, my lad ?"-Then a cloud and here, as a supplement to the merry party overshadowed his joyous features, and he within, was a still merrier party without. interchanged a significant glance with Garland

The younger children had all begged per- | as he advanced to the table. The downmission to carry their porridge out of doors, cast face of the young man told him everywhere in company with tame hens and pussy thing.

But neither Durham nor Garland was reproof sway at the monitor's will? Was this taken aback by what they regarded as mere the careless nature, hitherto deemed by those boyish waywardness and transient jealousy, who should know it best, incapable of depth, sure to vanish as quickly as they had come. much less stern and dogged of purpose ? They appeared not even to see Geoff's sullen Did this passionate temper belong to one looks; Durham's frank behaviour compelled almost too free from temper, so it had seemed a certain semblance of friendliness, Garland's in early years? And what indeed had worked ready excuses put a different colouring upon such a change ? Was it mere jealousy, was it his silence and dejection.

wounded self-love, was it deep, ardent affec“Geoff and I sat up so late talking last tion? Garland preferred to accredit Geoff night that he is only half-awake,” Garland with the last, and to set down his indignation said, laying his hand on the young man's and despondency to outraged feelings. If shoulder

. "He is still half-dreaming, and your the lad indeed and in truth adored his news has taken him so completely by surprise mother, his behaviour was easy to understand. that he has not yet got over it.”

For a time at least he could not help seeing "Indeed !” Durham added, dropping the the matter in the light he did. Lady Auriol's lad's passive hand. “And his appearance second marriage must in a measure separate here takes me completely by surprise too. her from her only son, and on this score Geoff But will you walk back to the town with must be tenderly dealt with. Geoff, during me, Geoff? I have only two words to say to his walk home, was trying to harden his our friend here, and then we can explain heart against his mother and Durham, sayeverything to each other."

ing that herein their love and affection should “No, you shallnot carry him offimmediately. be tested. If his mother did indeed cherish I want Geoff to take a brisk run with me him fondly, she would yield. If Durham instead,” Garland answered for the pale, stam- really cared for him, he would relinquish his mering lad. “We also have our little secrets,” claim. In any case, he, Geoff, was the aghe added, assuming an air of playful mys- grieved, the victim, and the object of comteriousness, “so come, Ned, into my study miseration. for five minutes, and then off and away with With downcast head and brows closely you.”

knit, he unlatched the garden gate and The two men retired to Garland's working entered the house. It wanted yet an hour or room, and, as usual in such cases, the five two till luncheon, and he determined not to minutes were extended to fifty. By the time seek his mother in her room, but to meet her Garland reappeared alone, all thoughts of accidentally then. Looking the veriest wretch the projected run across the heath had to be in the world, he went straight to his own

The morning was already ad- room to pack his things, so he said to himvanced: the post had brought a larger self, for that projected journey to London. batch of proof-sheets than usual. A hurried But hardly had he closed the door when talk with Geoff, pen in hand, proof and he heard an impatient voice, and was conflying sheets before him, was all Garland scious of a hasty search being made for him. could possibly find time for just then. Nor, His mother had perceived his return. He in spite of his earnestness and affectionate could hide himself from her no longer. pleading, did the interview effect any apparent And when in another moment she held good. Geoff, with an inflexibility of purpose him to her bosom locked in a close embrace, little to be expected of him, stuck to his as if their parting had lasted months, not text. If his mother persisted in marrying days, and called him again and again by the Durham, he was determined for once and for old endearing names, he took momentary all to leave home. He would enter as a stu- courage. His heart indeed leapt. Durham dent at University College and work hard. No was not then all in all to her! He stood one should have any reason to complain of first in his mother's heart. him in that respect.' It was useless to try and

CHAPTER XXVI. - GEOFF SPEAKS HIS MIND. persuade him into the recognition of this marriage. Against that he must set his face, “DEAR boy,” Pearla reiterated, holding not only now, but always.

Geoff out at arm's length and perusing him Garland listened, hardly believing the evi- with her fond mother's eyes,“ how good dence of his senses. Could the cold, reso- to have you back again! And you seem to lute framer of such sentences as these be the have grown taller and more of a man I think easily-guided lad whom in former days even in these few weeks! But why did you not a playful remonstrance could bend, a gentle come straight home last night instead of

given up.

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