you need not think that you will be suffered rest. I care nothing for stupid starers, or to shut yourself up in this old house and live for loud huzzas from the crowd and I don't the life of a nun any longer. You have think I estimate myself or my work a bit suddenly become famous, and you may more highly because the King has bought expect to find the world knocking at your my picture, and the Academy awarded me door."

a gold medal." It will soon tire of that, if it ever tries " It is true they have only placed you in it," said Marguerite. “The world never your rightful position, the position you have troubles itself long about those who will not nobly earned, but I wish you cared more court its favours.”

about it-Sainte Marguerite !" “I wish I could be as indifferent to that “ Claire will care, and you care, that is same world as you, Marguerite. How is it enough. And do not call me Sainte Marthat you are so—if not happy, at least, so guerite, Maurice, even in jest. I am no contented in your lonely home? Can your more a saint now than I was a queen in the colours and canvas create a world altogether days of old.” sufficient ?"

She was very far from wishing to wound Marguerite looked up at him, and again Maurice, but her words made him wince, a faint flush tinged her pale cheek. “No, and she turned hastily away. Maurice, not altogether. I live in another “It does not matter what I call you,” he world also. It is a very real world, too, said, “you were always far above and though quite different from the world of beyond any praise from me." which we were speaking just now. It is a “You are very much mistaken, Maurice, world in which there is much sorrow, much and to show you how wrong you are, I will suffering, and sometimes I am able to make ask you to come and look at all my pictures that sorrow and suffering a little less. Then and sketches, and to praise or blame them I am more than contented—then I feel that just as you like.

I should like to show you life is sweet, and that I have not lived in all that I am doing.” rain.

That evening Marguerite sat alone in her "Oh, Marguerite, you were always good garden, and watched the new moon faintly and unselfish like the angels. Long ago I gleaming through the amber light in the used to call you Reine Marguerite, but I western sky, from which the sun had just think I must call you Sainte Marguerite disappeared. And as she sat there she

But tell me, did you not feel proud thought of Maurice, and her thoughts soon when the Academy's Gold Medal was shaped themselves into voiceless words. awarded to you? Did you not feel some “He said that if I continued my labours pleasure and satisfaction at seeing your I might soon stand on the very summit of name and your praise in all the journals, and my profession, and my name would be enin knowing that your fame would soon be rolled among those glorious ones who are spread over half the world ?”

the immortals of earth. It may be so-I “Not so much, not half so much, Maurice, know not-I only know that a thought as when I saw you here to-day, and found which would once have filled me with rapture that you rejoiced in my success.

I was

fails now to give me one thrill of pleasure. pleased when I had completed my picture Fame, glory, or never-dying name-if they and felt that I had in some degree realized were laid at my feet this moment, I would my conceptions. I was pleased when give them all to feel as I felt long years ago Monsieur Delacroix told me I had more when I sat on this bench beside Maurice, than fulfilled his expectations, but for the and he told me he loved me.

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happiness so full it left no room for any wish had peeped out disappeared, the night grew beyond. It was his fame I longed for then, chill, and the wind moaned drearily round his glory, and all I desired for myself was to the alcove, where she sat, breathing in fancy share his life, and possess his love. And the perfume of the roses long ago withered now, when his love is gone, when his life is and dead. The bells of the neighbouring separated from mine, he little knows what a church striking the hour roused her, and she cruel mockery the glory he promises me, started up half wildly. “I thought I heard seems. If I live I must paint. It is my my father calling me,” she exclaimed. life's voice, the only mode of expression in “Wake up, Marguerite,' he was saying, which I can embody such glimpses of the wilt thou never have done seeing visions divine as are vouchsafed to me. But I need and dreaming dreams ?' Alas ! my dreams not always paint here, pent up amidst these are very prosaic now compared with those crowds of people, these masses of stone and from which his beloved voice used to awaken mortar, shut in by yonder narrow and Dreams like those I shall never dream bounded horizon. Some day soon I will again!” Then she got up and went into the go with Mère Monica to her beloved Nor- house. mandy. I shall like to rest in those grey old That same evening Karl Rudorff sat farm-houses, half hidden in apple orchards, alone revolving the plan of an architectural and to know the kind and simple people tour through Normandy. who live in them. Perhaps I shall learn to Perhaps, reader, you' expect me to finish love them so well that I shall never leave my story by telling you that he there met them; perhaps I shall come back before I Marguerite, that they loved each other, were die, and end my days here. Here, where married, and were happy. It may have been the sweetest cup earth can give was offered so, but I have told my story as far as it was to my lips, and suddenly snatched away, told to me, and have no such happy ending leaving in its stead a draught as bitter as

to relate. I own, too, that to me it seems that other was sweet."

more in accordance with the usual course of All this Marguerite said to herself as she events in this unsatisfying world that these sat on the old stone bench where now no two should never meet, or if they met should roses were blooming. Gradually thought not recognize each other ; but if you, dear

| melted into reverie, and dreamy memories reader, are inclined to hold a pleasanter be of the past rose before her. The amber lief, so much the better, and I sincerely hope light in the west grew grey, the new moon

you may never have any reason to change it. sank below the horizon, the few stars that





WAS winter when my mother died,

And fast came down the snow:
With thundering shocks the ocean tide,

Struck on the rocks below.
But what to me was shrieking wind,

Dark sea and lurid cloud ;
A sadder sight possessed my mind

My mother in her shroud.

Ah me! the hot and rushing tears,

Childhood alone can shed,
Came struggling through my heart's vague fears,

To mourn my newly dead.
Oh, lost to me for evermore,

That form so still and mild :
I never knew her worth before,

Till left an orphan child !




We , ,

E are wasting our forests, habitually, Let us examine it, however, and see how far

wickedly, insanely; and at a rate it may prove applicable. The forest area which must soon bankrupt us in all that ele- of India is greater than that of Canada, its ment of wealth ! I am speaking cautiously, i product beyond comparison more durableadvisedly, and after long reflection.

at least so it is claimed ; and its reproductive This will sound strange to the ears of forces stronger and more rapid—and yet it those who have always been accustomed, as has failed ; almost so utterly as to verify the in this Dominion, to look upon their timber prediction. Herein is a lesson : profitable supply as something actually inexhaustible. I or otherwise, remains to be seen.

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In Nova Scotia, with her enormous pro- the latter ; as well in all other particulars, portion of shipping, and limited extent of as in that under consideration. timber lands, the danger is no longer remote. Much faith is professed by many in the res. True, it may, as yet, be scarcely called im- toration consequent upon the natural growth. minent ; but, unless timely measures are That this would be sufficient—and for ages devised, it soon will be. And the difference to come-if intelligently guided and cultibetween her and her sister provinces is only vated, on the one hand, care being taken to what a few years will equalize; and, it may put a stop to the present recklessness of be added, the rate of equalization must be waste, on the other, by the farmers and the more accelerated when, her own resour- woodsmen, there cannot be a shadow of ces being exhausted, she comes to seek sup- doubt. But as the matter stands, it counts plies for her relatively heavy demand outside for almost nothing. Those who will take of her own boundaries.

the pains to investigate, will find, as the This records a warning. Let it be disre- writer has done, that in almost every case garded, and, ere many years, the Dominion where heavy timber has been removed, the Government will find itself like that of India energies of the succeeding growth diffuse --which is even now wringing its hands in a into thick, self-choking clumps of saplings; sudden accession of remorse over past neg- fit, possibly, for hoop-poles or pea-sticksligence, and striving to remedy the evil by or, after a long time has elapsed, for very the adoption of harsh and stringent legisla- indifferent cordwood ; provided its place is tion-a pitiful “lock the stable after the not altogether usurped by some inferior horse has been stolen” sort of policy; variety, which itself, being subject to the which may result in much rebellious dis- same conditions, seldom attains anything cord, but will hardly restore those match beyond " bush” size ; but never replaces the. less forests, so wantonly and absurdly des- old heavy trees. The very reproductive troyed.

vigour of the forest in this way defeats its But the immense disparity in population, own end. Cultivation, of the simplest kind, it will here be urged, must be taken into mere pruning and culling, would remedy account. To which the reply is, that con- this effectually ; could the people only be sidered from the present point of view, induced to give such very slight attention ; ; which regards the tree-destroying influence (to but the work of destruction goes on without coin a phrase) of the two races, there is no a thought of attempting to direct, much less real disparity existing ; unless closer inves- to assist the recuperative efforts of nature. tigation should prove a proportion telling Where such a condition of things will land against our own.

us before many years, will be sufficienty It is British occupation of India that has obvious if we will consider a moment the produced the enormous devastation of her destructive agencies at work and their accufamous belts of teak and sâl. Not the In- mulating and cumulative energy, everywhere dians, but the Anglo-Saxons are the dendro- , amidst and about us. koptijust as they have proved on this con- Treating the subject exhaustively, these tinent, or wherever found. The implements would be more than our space would admit an of woodcraft peculiar to the two peoples are enumeration of. We may, however, indicate fairly typical of the comparative forest-sub- some of the principal, and if the reader will duing abilities of their wielders. As the toy devote a little thought in tracing out their weapon of the jungle-clearer is to the all- subordinate influences, the complicated per levelling axe of the American forester, so is vasiveness which distinguishes these latter, the destructiveness of the former to that of and the tangle in which their effects are con

tinually re-acting causes-all tending to the to be “in each other's way," an indiscrimisame general result he will agree that nate levelling-a free use of fire and axe, the evil rapidly grows threatening. The were matters of course inseparable from the author of that most unfairly abused and conditions and therefore justifiable. But ridiculed book ever written on this conti- those conditions long ago disappeared,--the nent, " What I know of Farming," quaintly method, the habit then formed, continues observes : “ It seems to me that destroying still. Herein lies the evil. It is the same a forest because we want timber, is like which attends all human progress, that of smothering a hive of bees because we want persisting in a custom or policy belonging to honey." This expresses precisely what we a dead time. There should have been a are doing; and indicates the (certainly un- reform in the methods pursued for obtaining looked for,) end and sum of the great bulk timber a generation ago. It seems incomof our industries. Unconscious of the prehensible that no one could draw the future in the competitive scramble for pre- simple inference from the plain fact, which sent wealth, we are imitating Esau, faint certainly was not unperceived, that the timfrom the field, and selling his birth-right for ber was being cut away faster than the a mess of pottage. Elsewhere, the same natural growth could replace it. As a class, work contains another, and a most signifi- the ship-builders, had they been actuated by cant assertion, to wit: “Vermont sold white the positive intention of leaving for their pine abundantly to England, through Can- successors as little material as possible, ada, within my day; she is now supplying could scarcely have done more mischief. her own wants from Canada, at a cost of Yet more incomprehensible is it, that notnot less than five times the price she sold withstanding the growing apprehensions of a for, and she will be paying still higher rates failure in the supply, no one seems to perbefore the close of this century.” He con-. ceive it 'yet; but persistently follows the cludes a chapter on trees and timber-growing same old system, or rather no-system, which with this excellent piece of advice: “I en- entails so much wastefulness. This pernitreat our farmers—not to preserve every cious example is followed by the pursuers of tree, good, bad and indifferent, that they may other industries, equally without any referhappen to have growing on their lands- ence to the inevitable result--everybody but, outside of the limited districts wherein “goes into the woods” bent on unlimited the primitive forest must still be cut away, slaughter ; and the potent axe is becoming in order that land may be obtained for cul- now more the weapon of a race bent on tivation, to plant and rear at least two better retrogression, than the implement of pioneer trees for every one they may be impelled to cut civilization. down."

Surely something can be done to stop this In Nova Scotia, the ship-builders inau- waste and confusion. Just now there is a gurated the system of wastefulness, and they slackening in the work of destruction ; owing are now beginning to feel its first effects. In chiefly to the sparseness of timber near the many quarters, the cry that the supply of ship-building and other industrial centres ; ship-timber is about exhausted begins to be and its consequent enhancement of costheard. This, indeed, is far from being true, ' which is also the true cause of the apprebut since the alarm will undoubtedly lead to hensions previously spoken of--and a term, an economization, to at least some extent, to which there are now indications of a of the remaining resources, it may be well close, of unusual dullness in maritime matnot to quarrel with it absolutely. When ters, on this side of the globe in particular. men were few, and trees were so plenty as Whatever be decided upon should be done

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