« ForrigeFortsett »
PAGE AERIAL Blue, On the Colour of.
By Sir George Harrey, Pres.
213 BLIND Inventor, A. By the Rev.
Edwards, Author of " Barbara's
15 VI. Miss Hardwicke 81 VII. At Home in Canon. bury
84 VIII. Oa the Wye 87 IX. In the Porch .
90 . X. Mr. Alleyne XI. Musical and Æsthetic
153 XII. “ For the First Time"
found at the Post-
• 233 XVIII. Mrs. Debenham's
XXV. By Land and Sea · 313
himself Master of
the Situation XXVII. Philistines and Fig. trees
• 377 XXVIII. Past and Present
• 378 XXIX. Had she Forgotten? 381 XXX, Brother and Sister
PAGE Chap. XLIV. The Fortune of War 593 XLV. In Durance Vile
597 XLVI. The Case of Madeira
599 XLVII. The Perils and Dan:
gers of the Deep , 604 XLVIII. Home, Sweet Home
665 XLIX. A Passage of Arms 668
L. In the Library 672 LI. A Business Interview
676 LII. A House of Mourning
679 LIII. How Archie walked into it
737 LIV. A Waif from the Far West
740 LV. A MomentousQuestion
742 LVI. Miss Hardwicke's Offers
747 LVII. The Sooner the Bet: ter
752 LVIII. De Benham makes his Will
754 LIX. Something Mys: terious
818 I.XIII. Man and Wife'
822 LXIV. Lady de Benham
assumes the Du
ties of her Position 824 LXV. At the Hôtel Tête de Bauf
827 LXVI. Nigh unto Death 830 LXVII. Too Late
.833 HEROES of Hebrew History. By the Bishop of OxfordI. Elijah .
59 II. Elisha. III. Micaiah, the Son of Imla 208 IV. The Man of God who came out of Judah
289 V. Abraham
• 337 VI. Jacob.
402 VII. Joseph VIII. Moses
026 IX. Joshua
• 714 X. Samson the Judge 785
XI. Samuel the Prophet House-hunting. By E. A. Helps 704 Hudson's Bay Company, The. By
William Forsyth, Q.C. 358, 394 Huss Festival at Prague, The. By W.R.S. Ralston
. 839 Iona. By the Duke of Argyll
535, 614, 708 JERUSALEM, The History of the
Fall of, as Illustrative of the Evidences for the Truth of Christi. anity. By the Archbishop of Canterbury
188 LAUGHTER: A Contribution to the
Morals of the Subject. By the Hon. and Rev. W. H. Lyttelton
482 MUSICAL Pitch Question, The. By Jobn Hullah
266 NOBLESSE Oblige :" An English Story of To-day. By the Author of "Citoyenne Jacqueline Chap. I. Town and Castle 66 II. Phoebe's Walk to the Castle
69 III. Lady Dorothea's Boudoir
PAGE Chap. IV. The Latimer Family 78
V. Barty Wooler makes
a Suggestion VI. Mrs. Wooler
ceives her Guests. 144 VII. After Tea
• 147 VIII. The Walk to Wooers'
223 X. Surp ised and Mys: tified
226 XI. Lord Wriothesley at
297 XIII. A DisagreeableDuty 299 XIV. A Love Tale
301 XV. “As Others Sce
303 XVI. The Cloud disperses 365 XVII. An Unexpected Plea
773 XIX. On the Course
439 XX. Lord Wriothesley's
512 XXIV. The Tableaux vi:
581 XXVIII. Inopportune XXIX. Gossip and More
XXX. A Lull
589 XXXII. Friends speak their Minds
591 XXXIII. A Dawning Suspicion
650 XXXIV. Mrs. Paston reviews
the Situation 652 XXXV. Notes of Warning . 655 XXXVI. A Surprise
658 XXXVII. Another Ordeal
660 XXXVIII. A Family Conference
• 721 XXXIX. Trials on the Way : 422 XL, A Confidence
724 XLI. “Follows Him like
his Shadow" 727 XLII. Delicate Commis
. 732 XLIV. “Dust to Dust"
805 LI, A Feather in Barty's Сар.
806 LII. A Sudden Summons 870 III. A Heavy Heart
makes a Long
872 LIV. A Beaten Man
873 LV. The True Liixir 876 LVI. “Throwing Herself Away"
880 LVII, Mrs. Wooler's Ambition
880 LVIII. Forty-six
391 XXXIV, “The Athens of Pericles”
449 XXXV. Runsing the Block: ade
451 XXXVI. The First Nugget · 453 1 XXXVII. Not a Bad Bargain 455
XXXVIII. Lord Stockbridge . 458
speeds the Part.
462 XL. Letters from Home
521 XLI. How the World went Round
524 XLII. The Sabina meets
the Stormy Petrel 527 XLIII. Perils on Shore
PAGE V. The Arrival of Hers
chel's Faithful As. sistant
PAGE Pain, The Man who couldn't Feel :
a Legend of the Harz Moun.
tains. By William Gilbert 53 Pamphlets for the People. By the Dean of CanterburyI. The Wants of Man in the Matter (f Religion.
18 II. The Reasonableness of the Christian Life
. 108 III. Mosaism and Christianity 274 IV. Right Views of Life 430 V. Romanism and Protestantism
563 VI. Things which need to be Reformed
770 Pceps at the Far East. By the Editor
1. Outward Bound. II. First Impressions of Bom. bay.
94 III. Bombay-Poona'
178 IV. Colgaum-The Caves of
Karli-Return to Bombay
249 V. From Bombay to Madras:
324 VI. Missions in South IndiaConjeveram
407 VII. Vellore and Bangalore VIII. In Madras .
Romance in Astronomy. By
114, 20:, 281,
319, 434, 545, 634, 682
ture of the Sidereal Heavens. By
356 III. The Discovery of the Georgium Sidus
418 IV. Recognition and Eman. cipation
THRIFT: A Lecture to Ladies. By
the Rev. Charles Kingsley 343 Toiling and Moiling: Some Ac.
count of our Working People, and how they Live. By “Good Words " Commissioner
1. The Merthyr Iron-Worker 35 II. The Connaught Cotter
• 129 III. The Staffordshire Potter
168 IV. The Buckinghamshire Labourer
489 V. The Banffshire Fisherman' 699 VI. The Northampton Shoemaker
• 758 WORKHOUSE Girl, The. By Mrs. de Morgan
284 Young Men, The Self-Education
of: A Village Sermon. By the
Rev. Charles Kingsley
The: A Memorial of Alexander
Debenham's Vow. Thirty-five } 1. A. Fraser 385
, 390, 449;
The Staffordshire Potter. Five F. Mahoney
Under the Palms. Two Illustra.} 7. Sulman .
PAGB ŞFrontispiece | Music. Two Illustrations
112, 113 1, 9, 13, 81, Spring Flowers
E. C. Dalziel
121 89, 91, 153, 158, 161, 233, The Connaught Cotter. Nine
| 129, 136, 234, 241, 305, Illustrations
137 312, 316, 377,
1 169, 170, . Illustrations.
172, 174 451, 457, 521,
176, 177 601, 665, 672, 673, 737, 742, tions
200, 201 745, 809, 817 The Spirit of the Spring
F. A. Fraser [22, 24, 25, 96, Poor People
. 280 97, 104, 105, A Burial at Macbærus
401 250, 256, 257, 259, 261, 264, Choice .
F. A. Fraser
424 Peeps at the Far East. Sixty-! From 327, 328, 329, Colonel A. R. Dunn
From a Photograph
472 one Illustrations..
The Sailor Boy
(E. C. Dalziell
Duke of Argyll 535, 616, | 689, 696, 697,
712, 713 The Widow and the Priest. T. Green L777, 856, 857
• 544 trations.
The Last Days of Raja Brooke.
From Photographs 376,577 The Merthyr Iron-Worker. Seven
| 36, 37, 38, 40, Illustrations.
41, 42, 43
Carmina Nuptialia. Two IllusThe Captain's Wife :
625, 688 7. Dalziel
7. Mahoney 760, 761
House-hunting. Two Illustra.
763, 708 “Noblesse Oblige.” Thirty-five F.A.Fraser 440,442, 512, Epitaph on Agnes Jones
365, 368, 439, Illustrations.
709 513, 581, 584: Holyhead Breakwater
Fras. Walker 587, 650, 656,
784 661, 721, 728,
The Huss Festival at Prague. From Photographs 840, 841
Three Illustrations 729, 793, 800, L806, 870, 872 The Old Manor-house
BY AMELIA B. EDWARDS, AUTHOR OF “ BARBARA'S HISTORY."
twilight. Neither spoke. In the house all N a tiny way- was silent. There were no drovers at the side inn at the tap, no wayfarers in the parlour, no wheels head of one upon the road. The coach has passed long of the wildest since, bringing neither passengers nor letpasses of the ters; and save a monotonous dull sound of Snowd on wood-chopping in some yard close by, and range, a tra- now and then the bark of a sheep-dog far veller lay away, no token of life was audible about the dying. An in- place. valid on his It was a low, large room, fronting west; first arrival the ceiling intersected by one heavy, black there some six beam ; the window lozenge-paned; the floor or eight weeks sunken and uneven. A four-post bedstead, before, he had from which the hangings had been removed, been slowly stood in one corner, and near it a smaller bed fading ever for the child. A few varnished prints in black since; and frames hung over the mantelpiece. A dilapinow, towards dated easy-chair, a huge Elizabethan chest dusk, to the with ponderous clasps and handles, a small low wailing of square of faded carpet in the middle of the the wind, and floor, some rush-bottomed chairs and a
the soft in- rickety Pembroke table, made up the total cessant patter of the rain, was passively of the furniture. Poor as it was—and it drifting away. His wife sat by his pillow, could not well be poorer-this lodging might as she had been sitting since mid-day, by no means be classed with “ the worst inn's listening in an agony of apprehension for worst room." The remoter Welsh hostelries his every breath. His child, a tall pale boy are sufficiently comfortless to this day, but of some eight years of age, lay coiled in a they lagged still farther in the rear of English big arm-chair beside the half-opened window, progress some twenty or thirty years ago. A watching the changing mists and thickening ! landlord who stammered a dozen words of
Sassenach, a landlady acquainted with the more than a sigh, and scarcely audible ; properties of bohea, a bedroom which the but it thrilled both listeners like a trumpet traveller was not called upon to share with call. The boy started to his feet, pale and some stranger whose tongue was as unintel- shivering. The mother held up a trembling ligible to him, and whose habits were as bar- finger. barous, as those of a South Sea islander, "Hush !" she whispered. “His lips move were then people and conditions not only he may speak." rare to find, but, in certain mountain districts, They knew that he was dying. They knew wholly unknown. The room, in short, was also that hope was past. The doctor, who an exceptionally good room, and the inn an came all the way from Corwen, and was exceptionally good inn, as those times went; anxious to spare both his pony and his time, and the occupants thereof, being provided had dismissed himself the night before, bluntly with the actual necessaries of life, had reason declaring that the patient had not a dozen to be well satisfied.
hours to live. But twenty hours had dragged Something was there for grace, however, as by since then, and still with half-closed eyes well as for necessity-a large dish filled with and parted lips, and a pulse growing feebler wild flowers and mosses; a few well-worn but with every passing minute, he lingered. richly bound books; and an antique silver Again he moaned. Again his lips stirred inkstand, elaborately chased. These, appa- feebly. rently, were the property of the travellers ; The boy crept to his mother's knee. She, for the dish was of the rarest Gubbio ware, watching that white unconscious face with a lustrous with gold and purple, and the book- passionate eagerness that might almost have plate in the book, and the lid of the inkstand, called it back to life, wiped the damp brow, were engraved alike with a stately coat of put aside the scattered locks, and waited
Theirs also were the boxes and port- breathlessly. manteaus piled together in a distant corner; Such a young face as it was, too, to have the garments hanging on the door; the song- death written on it so legibly! Prematurely bird silent in his cage.
worn, and lined, and grey; but still young, To a practised observer, certain of these still handsome, still instinct with a sort of trifles might have told a whole history of well- pathetic dignity that not even approaching born poverty and homeless wandering. Only death had power to efface. He was only the dwellers in tents carry their household thirty-three years of age, and had been sickly gods from camp to camp.
from boyhood. Disappointment, reverse of Such was the interior of the room, growing fortune, exile, privation, were alike familiar to momently dimmer in the coming dusk. The him. Young as he was, he had suffered bitscene without was scarcely less gloomy. It terly; but the time for suffering was now had been raining for several days without in almost gone by, and everlasting peace was termission, and the water lay in troubled at hand. pools about the road and yard. The sky was “If it were but one word-only one !" low and leaden, and hung like a dense curtain It was as though her supplication were over the mountains which here closed round answered. A faint shiver swept over the in every direction, leaving only their lower pallid face. The languid hand became sudslopes obscurely visible. The wind came and denly contracted. He looked up, and, not went with long sighs, like the breath of one so much uttering the word as shaping it with in pain. A few last leaves fluttered shiver- his lips, asked for “water.” ingly down now and then from the solitary She gave it to him steadily, tearlessly. Her ash tree at the door. In the air was a con- hand did not even tremble. And yet she had sused murmur, as of the rushing of many thought never to see those lips move or those torrents; and the barren, boulder-strewn flats eyes open again. Then she asked if he had which stretched away from the head of the slept. pass to the brink of the little heron-haunted “Yes,” he murmured, faintly, “I have tarn some three-quarters of a mile farther up, slept—and dreamed.” were almost wholly under water.
* Dreamed, my dear love ?” And all this time the rain poured on, beat- He closed his eyes affirmatively. ing a monotonous measure on the roof of the “Of-of the old place,” he said. inn, and dripping mournfully from the eaves “Of Benhampton ?" above the sick man's window.
“Ay-of Benhampton. I seemed to see Presently, for the first time in several it so plainly." hours, he uttered a faint moan. It was little She looked in his face with a wan smile.