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seeing Maurice her expressions of joy and “Oh, how glad !" she murmured softly surprise flowed forth in abundance, and she and bending down, she kissed the hands that talked so fast that it was with difficulty Mau- so closely clasped hers. rice could make her answer his questions. “What was it then made my Marguerite
“ Yes,” she said at last, “Ma'amselle Mar- tremble su and grow so white ?" guerite was at home; yes, le bon maître " It was joy. Oh, Maurice, hasn't joy was as well as usual ; they had not expected killed sometimes? It was such joy as that Monsieur Maurice for a day or two; ma foi, I felt when I saw you.” it would be a joyful surprise ; they were all Loud calls from Christian Kneller now in the garden ; would Monsieur Maurice go summoned Maurice to receive his welcome, to him, or should she tell Ma’amselle Mar- and sitting on the soft velvet sward beside guerite to come in ?"
the old man's chair, the lovers asked and But Maurice was already at the glass door answered questions about all that had hapand the next instant he stood within the well pened to each other since they parted, till, remembered garden, with its high stone walls perhaps weary of listening to matters of where the purple plums and golden apricots which, through Maurice's letters he had algrew, and was hurrying down the gravel walk ready heard, but of which Marguerite could through the rich beds of fruits and vegeta- never hear enough, Christian Kneller dropbles to the central grass-plot with its gay ped quietly asleep. parterre of summer blossoms and its vine- « Come down the long walk, Marguerite," covered summer-house. Christian Kneller said Maurice, as Marguerite arranged a was sitting there, smoking his old brown shawl over her father's chair in such a way meerschaum as of old, and Marguerite was as to shield him fron, the sun ;
“ I want to bending over the flowers, as he had so often sit with you once more in the dear old alseen her, collecting some early seeds. At cove with its red and white roses." the sound of Maurice's quick, firm tread, so Putting his arm round her, he drew her different from Mère Monica's heavy tramp, away, calling her his Reine Marguerite ; and or the fairy-like footsteps of Claire, Mar- few queens have ever been as happy as guerite looked hastily round. One glance Marguerite was then, clasped close in his was enough. It was he. For four long loving embrace. Surely Karl Rudorff was years-for the years had been long to her- wrong. Where was it that she would not the thought of this meeting had never for a have followed Maurice that happy hour? single instant been absent from her heart; but now that it had come, it seemed too much
“ Over the hills and far away, happiness to bear. Her flower seeds drop
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day, ped from her hands, and she sat down on
Through all the world,” the grass unable to speak or move.
In a moment Maurice was at her side. she would have followed him as faithfully as “ Marguerite, what is it? What is the mat- the happy Princess followed the fated fairy ter? What ails you, Marguerite ?" Princc in Tennyson's musical version of the
The sound of his voice, the clasp of his lovely old story. arm made her conscious that her joy was Once more they sat together on the old indeed real, but still she could not speak. stone bench as Marguerite had often dream
“Are you not glad to see me, Marguerite?" ed of doing when Maurice was far away. In Maurice said, as he saw the colour come the golden sunset they talked of their past back to her face.
hopes and fears, of Maurice's troubles and triumphs, and the happy future that lay be- Maurice was ready with his protestations, fore them so rich in perfect love and noble and Marguerite would willingly have listened work. As Maurice gazed fondly on the all night, but she knew that her father would happy face that rested on his shoulder he be disturbed if he did not get his supper at forgot that he ever called it plain, or that the usual hour, and after a little entreaty on the gay Camille in the old studio in Rome her part, and a little resistance on his, Mauhad pronounced it hideous ; still less did he rice suffered her to rise, and they went remember that he had ever doubted the back to the summer-house where they had depth and power of his love, which, now | left Christian Kneller. that all his tenderness was excited by Mar- He was still there, but he was now awake, guerite's deep joy at his return, seemed so and beside him stood a figure which startled true and strong.
and thrilled Maurice with surprise and ad“There is no one like my Marguerite," miration as if some lovely Venetian "Bionhe said, “ no one in the world that I could dina ” of Giorgione or Titian had taken life love so well !" And for that brief space, he, and suddenly stepped out of the picture. like Marguerite, was perfectly happy. She stood just outside the shadow of the
summer-house, and the evening sunlight fell like a glory on her golden hair, her white
dress and the crimson roses dropping CHAPTER X.
from her hand. Maurice thought he had
never seen any one so beautiful in his BEAUTIFUL CLAIRE.
whole life ; every feature was perfecs, every
line and tint faultless ; the low broad fore T last Marguerite recollected her father head and delicate nose were pure Greek, the
“We must go to him, Maurice,” she lovely little mouth with its rich crimson lips said. “I wonder if Claire has returned." and small white teeth was full of arch and
Claire ! Maurice had forgotten her very playful sweetness, the violet blue eyes looked existence.
from under their curling brown lashes with “ Where is Claire ?” he asked.
soft and smiling brightness, and her glorious “ She went to buy some silks for her em- hair wound about her small head in shining broidery. Did I not tell you? You will folds, and then falling on her neck in soft not know her when you see her, Maurice.” curls might well have caught the heart of “I
suppose she is quite a grown-up wo- any painter in its glittering meshes ; her man,” said Maurice carelessly. “But she figure was tall, graceful, elastic and exquisitemust have come back, and will attend to ly rounded, and she stood looking at Mauryour father. Stay with me a little longer, ice, as he and Marguerite came towards her, Marguerite. It is so delicious to be alone with a half shy, half saucy glance which together after being parted so long." seemed partly to plead for, partly to demand,
“ And what happiness to think we shall his admiration. And Maurice as he gazed be together every day now," said Marguerite. was only too ready to give her all he possess
“ Yes, and soon, very soon, I shall have ed, admiration, worship, passionate love. you for my own-my wife! Will you be
He forgot himself, Marguerite, the whole good to me then as you are to your father, world—everything except that all his visions my Marguerite ?"
of the beautiful seemed to have taken form If you deserve it,” said Marguerite, and life, and to stand before him, and for a raising her bright smiling face to his ; “ if | minute he felt as if he and that fair creature you will love me as well as he does.”
re alone in the world together.
* This is little Claire, Maurice,” said Mar- and he can afford to scatter them by the guerite ; " could you believe it?"
dozen. Is it not so, Marguerite ?" The sound of Marguerite's voice roused “Marguerite knows I never flatter her," Maurice from his dream. He started and, said Maurice. with a violent effort, awoke to the real world "It would not be easy to do that, Master again.
Maurice, but little Golden Locks here is of " Can this be my old play-fellow Claire ?” another sort, and you must not turn her he said. “I have heard of divinities taking head with pretty speeches." the forms of mortals, but in this case the “ Maurice means what he says,” said story is reversed.”
Marguerite ; he could not be a great painter He spoke in a jesting tone, but his look if he did not admire the beautiful." seemed to turn the jest into earnest.
“But I love only thee, my Marguerite,” “ Very well,” said Claire, laughing with a whispered Maurice, vowing inwardly that mixture of flattered vanity and bashfulness nothing should ever make him false to one which Maurice thought enchanting, “ You so good and noble; “what an idiot I should try to excuse yourself for having forgotten be, if I let any beauty on earth steal my me by paying compliments.”
heart from my own Reine Marguerite." “What is that, little puss ?” said her “I like pretty speeches," said Claire. "I father, “ did not Maurice know thee? Well, like them from my father when I can coax I am not surprised at that, for thou wert but him to give them to me, as I do sometimes, a poor pale chit when he saw thee last.” and I like them from Maurice too, but I
“ Maurice thought I should always be don't think they are likely to turn my head." ugly," said Claire.
She glanced at Maurice with a little air of Ugly-no, but how could I expect to disdain, which suited her very well, but he did find such a peerless beauty ? Beautiful not seem to notice it, and for the rest of the Claire
evening he appeared to have neither looks " Don't mind him, child,” said Christian nor thoughts for any one but Marguerite. Kneller ; " compliments are a sort of coin that were always very plentiful with Maurice,
To be continued.
Leave luxury, my friend, that only cloys
And thy proud mansion's heavenward-soaring dome; Bid for an hour farewell to smoke and noise,
And all that dazzles in imperial Rome.
Ofttimes a change is pleasing to the great
And the trim cottage and its simple fare, Served 'mid no purple tapestries of state
Have smoothed the wrinkles on the brow of care.
Andromeda's bright Sire now lights on high
His cresset, Procyon darts his burning rays, The Lion's star rides rampant in the sky,
And Suminer brings again the sultry days.
Now with their panting flocks the weary swains
To cooling stream and bosky dell repair : Along the lea deep noontide silence reigns,
No breath is stirring in the noontide air.
Thou still art busied with a statesman's toils,
Still labouring to forecast with patriot breast Bactria's designs, Scythia's impending broils,
The storms that gather in the distant East.
Heaven in its wisdom bids the future lie
Wrapped in the darkness of profoundest night, And smiles when anxious mortals strive to pry
Beyond the limits fixed to mortal sight.
Serenely meet the present; all beside
Is like yon stream that now along the plain Floats towards the Tuscan sea with tranquil tide;
Soon—when the deluge of downpouring rain
Stirs the calm waters to a wilder mood
Whirls down trees, flocks and folds with angry swell, While with the din loud roars the neighbouring wood,
And echo shouts her answer from the fell.
The happy master of one cheerful soul
Is he, who still can cry at close of day* Life has been mine: To-morrow let the pole
Be dark with cloud or beam with genial ray,
“As Jove may will ; but to reverse the past
Or to annul, not Jove himself hath power;
Joys once borne onward by the flying hour.
“Fortune exulting in her cruel trade,
Sporting with hearts, mocking her victims' sighs,
Bestows on each in turn her fleeting prize.
“While she is mine, 'tis well; but if her wing
She wave, with all her gifts I lightly part ;
And clasp undowered honour to my heart.
To bribe the gods with vows or lift in prayer
Freighted with Cyprian or with Tyrian ware
“Add to the treasures of the greedy main.
Safe in my shallop while the tempests rave,
I dare the hurly of the Ægean wave."
THE WOMAN'S RIGHTS MOVEMENT.
BY A BYSTANDER.
MOVEMENT has been set on foot, to be civilization itself; unprecedented in
and in England and the United kind, since history affords no example of so States has made considerable way, the object extraordinary a change in the fundamental of which is to effect a sweeping change in relations of humanity, the progress of which all the relations of the sexes-conjugal, has hitherto been in conformity with those political, legal, educational and industrial. relations as well as comparatively gradual, It may safely be said, that such a revolu. though not unmarked by exceptional and tion, if it actually takes place, will be at momentous efforts, such as seem to rebut once unparalleled in importance and un- the idea that humanity is under the dominion precedented in kind. Unparalleled in im- of mere physical law. portance, because female character and do- In the United States a peculiar impulse mestic morality lie so completely at the root has been given to all levelling movements of civilization, that they may almost be said ' by negro enfranchisement; and demagogism