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that enough to make her or any other woman expected it of you, although I had a shrewd sushappy? And he could not help it besides. And picion that such was the case." why should he not improve the shiping hour be. “How came you to suspect it?” cause Lucy had no flowers to gather honey from ? “To tell the truth, I could not help thinking Besides, was he not going to meet her the very next that as our friendship was not of yesterday, you day, after much contrivance for concealment? So would hardly have asked anyone else to draw up he was resolved to be merry and “freuen sich des your will but your old friend. So you see it was Lebens."

by no mysterious exercise of intelligence that I They reached the flagstaff. The sun was getting came to the conclusion that, not being an unkind low, and clouds were gathering behind him. Harrow- or suspicious man, you must be a dilatory, and, on-the-Hill was invisible, but the reservoir gleamed excuse me, in this sole point, a foolish man. coldly far across the heath. A wind was blowing “I grant the worst you can say. But you shall from the north-west; all London lay south and say it only till to-morrow- -that is, if you will draw east in clearness wonderful, for two or three up the will, and have it ready for me to sign at any minutes. Then a vapour slowly melted away the hour you may be at leisure for a call from me. dome of St. Paul's; and like a spirit of sorrow, “I can't undertake it by to-morrow; but it shall gathered and gathered till that which was full of be ready by the next day at twelve o'clock.” life to those who were in it, was but a gray cloud “That will do perfectly. I must remain a to those that looked on from the distant height. foolish man' for twenty-four hours longer--that is Already the young people felt their spirits affected, all.” and as if by a common impulse, set off to walk “You won't be much the worse for that, except briskly to the pines above the “Spaniards.” They you have an attack of apoplexy to fix you there. had not gone far, before they met Charles Wither But, joking apart, give me my instructions. May I sauntering carelessly along—at least he seemed ask how much you have to leave ?" much surprised to see them. He turned and “Oh! somewhere, off and on, about thirty walked between Jane and Amy, and Mary and thousand. It isn't much, but I hope to double it Tom were compelled to drop behind, so as not to in the course of a few years, if things go on as they extend their line unreasonably and occupy the are doing.' whole path. Quite unintentionally on Tom's part, Mr. Worboise had not known so much about his the distance between the two divisions increased, friend's affairs as he had pretended to his son. and when he and Mary reached the pines, the rest When he heard the amount, he uttered a slight of the party had vanished. They had in fact gone “Whew!” But whether it meant that the sum fell down into the Vale of Health, to be out of the below or exceeded his expectations, he gave Mr. wind, and return by the hollow, at the suggestion Boxall no time to inquire. of Charles Wither, who wished thus to avoid the “And how do you want the sum divided ?” he chance of being seen by Mr. Boxall. When he had asked. taken his leave of them, just as they came in sight “I don't want it divided at all. There's no of the flagstaff, where Mr. Worboise and Mr. occasion whatever to mention the sum. The books Boxall had appointed to meet them on their return will show my property. I want my wife, in the from the pines, Jane begged Amy to say nothing case of her surviving me, to have the whole of it.” about having met him.

“And failing her ?” “Oh !” said Amy, with sudden and painful “My daughters, of course-equally divided. If illumination, “I am so sorry to have been in the my wife lives, there is no occasion to mention them. way."

I want them to be dependent upon her as long as “On the contrary, dear Amy, I should not have she lives, and so hold the family together as long as known what to say to papa, except you had been possible. She knows my wishes about them in with me. I am so much obliged to you.”

everything. I have no secrets from her.” Thus there was clearly trouble in store for Mr. “I have only to carry out instructions. I have Boxall, wbo had never yet known what it was not no right to offer any suggestions." to have his own way-in matters which he would “That means that you would suggest something. consider of importance at least.

Speak out, man The two gentlemen had gone into Jack Straw's “Suppose your daughters wished to marry ?” to have a glass of wine together, in honour of “I leave all that to their mother, as I said. They Christmas-Day; and while they were seated to must be their own mistresses some day.” gether before a good tire, it seemed to Mr. Boxall a “Well, call on me the day after to-morrow, and suitable opportunity for entering on a matter of I shall have the draught at least ready." business.

When the two girls reached the flagstaff, their pa"What will you say to me, Worboise, when I rents were not there. Jane was glad of this, for it tell you that I have never yet made a will ?”

precluded questioning as to the point whence they “I needn't tell you what I think, Boxall. You had arrived. As they stood waiting, large spowknow well enough. Very foolish of you. Very im- flakes began to fall, and the wind was rising. But prudent, indeed. And I confess I should not have they had not to wait long before the gentlemen made

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their appearance, busily conversing, so busily in- tion of the sort she would gladly have heard more deed, that, when they had joined the girls, they openly expressed. At length, something cold fell walked away towards the railway-station without upon her face, and Thomas glancing that mo. concerning themselves to ask what had become of ment at her countenance, saw it lying there, and Mary and Thomas.

took it for a tear. She looked up: the sky was one When they reached the railway-station, Mr. mass of heavy vapour, and a multitude of great downy Boxall became suddenly aware that two of their snow-flakes was settling slowly on the earth. In a party were missing.

moment they were clasped hand in hand. The "Why, Jane, where's Mary? And where's Tom? pleasure of the snow, the excitement of being shut Where did you leave them ?”

out from the visible, or rather the seeing world, " Somewhere about the pines. I thought they wrapped in the skirts of a storm with a pretty girl would have been back long ago.”

for his sole companion, so wrought upon Thomas, The two fathers looked at each other, and each who loved to be moved and hated to will, that he seeing that the other looked knowing, then first forgot Lucy, and stood in delight, gazing certainly consented, as he thought, to look knowing himself. at the falling snow, and not at Mary Boxall, but

"Well," said Mr. Worboise, “they're old enough holding her hand tight in his own. She crept closer to take care of themselves, I suppose. I vote we to him, for a little gentle fear added to her pleasure, don't wait for them."

and in a moment more bis arm was about her to "Serve them right,” said Mr. Boxall.

protect her, I daresay he said to himself. "Oh, don't, papa,” interposed Jane.

Now be it understood that Thomas was too much “Well, Jane, will you stop for them ?” said her in love with himself to be capable of loving any father.

woman under the sun after a noble and true But a sudden light that flashed into Jane's eyes fashion. He did not love Lucy a great deal better made him change his tone. He did not know why, than he loved Mary. Only Mary was an ordinary but the idea of Charles Wither rose in his mind, pretty blonde, and Lucy was dark, with great and he made haste to prevent Jane from taking black eyes, and far more distinguished in apadvantage of the proposal.

pearance than Mary. Besides she was poor, and “Come along,” he said. “Let them take care of that added greatly to the romance of the thing; themselves. Come along."

for it made it quite noble in him to love her, and The suspicion had crossed him more than once, must make her look up to him with such deserved that Mr. Wither and Jane possibly contrived to admiration, that-without reckoning the fact that meet without his knowledge, and the thought made the one was offered him, and the other only not forhim writhe with jealousy; for it lay in his nature bidden because there was as yet no suspicion of his to be jealous of every one of whom his wife or his visits in Guild Court, there was positively no room daughters spoke well —that is, until he began to like to hesitate in choice between them. Still the prehim himself, when the jealousy, or what was akin ference was not strong enough to keep his heart to it, sanished. But it was not jealousy alone that from beating fast when he found the snow-storm distressed him, but the anxiety of real love as well had closed him in with Mary. He had sense

By the time they reached Camden Road station, enough, however, to turn at once in order to lead the ground was covered with snow.

her back towards the road. But this was already When Tom and Mary arrived at the pines, I have a matter of difficulty, for there was no path where said they found that the rest of their party had gone. the storm found them, and with tbe gathering

"Oh, never mind,” said Mary, merrily; "let us darkness the snow already hid the high road across run down into the bollow, and wait till they come the heath; so that the first question was in what back. We can keep the pines in sight, you direction to go to find it. They kept moving, howknow. I dare say they are not far off. They will ever, Mary leaning a good deal on Tom's arm, and never go without us.”

getting more and more frightened as no path came Partly from false gallantry, partly from inclina- in view. Even Tom began to be anxious about I tion, Thomas agreed. They descended the bank what was to come of it, and although he did his of sand in a quite opposite direction from that best to comfort Mary, he soon found that before taken by Jane and her companions, and wandered the least suspicion of actual danger the whole along down the heath. By this time, the sky was romance of the situation had vanished. And now all gray and white. Long masses of vapour were the snow not only fell rapidly, but the wind blew

driving overhead with jagged upper edges. They it sharply in their faces, and blinded them yet | looked like lines of fierce warriors, stooping in their more than merely with its darkness—not that this

eager rush to the battle. But down in the hollows mattered much as to the finding the way, for that " of the heath all was still, and they wandered on for was all hap-hazard long ago.

some time without paying any heed to the signs of After wandering, probably in a circuitous fashion, the coming storm. Does my reader ask what they for more than an hour, Mary burst out crying, and talked about? Nothing worthy of record, I answer; said she could not walk a step farther.

She although every word that Thomas uttered, seemed would have thrown herself down had not Tom to Mary worth looking into for some occult applica- prevented her. With the kindest encouragement, —

though he was really downhearted himself—he per- mother. She immediately began to scold him. suaded her to climb a little height near them, which Then Mary spoke for the first time, saying, with with great difficulty she managed to do. From the great effort :top they saw a light, and descending the opposite * Don't, mother. If it had not been for Thomas, I side of the hill, found themselves in a road, where should have been dead long ago. He could not help an empty cab stood by the door of a public-house. it. Good night, Tom.” After trying to persuade Mary to have some re- And she feebly held up her face to kiss him. Tom freshment, to which she refused to listen, insisting stooped to meet it, and went away feeling tolerably on being taken to her mother, Thomas succeeded in miserable. He was wet and cold. The momentary getting the cabman to drive them to the station. fancy for Mary was quite gone out of him, and he In the railway carriage, Mary lay like one dead, could not help seeing that now he had kissed her and although he took off both his coats to wrap before her mother he had got himself into a scrape. about her, she seemed quite unconscious of the at- Before morning Mary was in a raging fever. tention. It was with great difficulty that she That night Charles Wither spent at a billiardreached her home ; for there was no cab at the table in London, playing not high but long, sipping Hackney station, and the streets were by this time brandy-and-water all the time, and thinking what a nearly a foot deep in snow.

splendid girl Jane Boxall was. But in the morning Thomas was not sorry to give her up to her he looked all right.

CALVARY

PalE lamps are twinkling through the town;

The melancholy cry
From the mosque's fretted balcony

Floats forth on high.
Else, all around broods silence of the grave;
Steals o'er no sandy bar the ripple of a wave;
No forest leaves are rustling in the night,
No chariot-wheels roll by in gleamy flight;
The Christian's church droops near the Moslem's dome.
Is this Jerusalem ?-earth's wreck, yet Israel's hone?
Magnificent in gloom the city lies —
The Rizpah of the past, with widow'd eyes,
Scaring oblivion's vultures from her dead-
Queen of a world-old grief-a kingdom fled !
A dull weight beats my brain-I may not stay.
Past the blue Mosque of Omar lies my way.
This is the blessed Easter-tide, when pilgrims flock
To the lone Calvary beneath the rock.
The young and old and beautiful are here;
The marble steps are wet with many a tear.
This guilty hand I place upon Thy shrine
And plead the presence of a death divine.
In the deep shadow of my Saviour's cross
All earthly cares to me seem very loss.
The priest's rich robe, the silvery lamplight's stream,
The glory all around me is a dream.
I see two figures only in the past :
My Saviour, bleeding in the sultry blast;
Myself, beneath his cross in harden'd mood,
Mocking Him in his awful solitude.
Those pleading eyes still haunt my aching brain;
Was I à Fiend to mock Him in his pain ?
Childhood and youth and manhood were the pails ;-
My spirit dies in self-reproachful wails.
Here, 'neath the shadow of his cross I learn
Homewards, but by another way, to turn.
A thousand deaths for Him I faip would die,
Rather than meet again his mournful eye.

O Calvary !-0 Calvary !
May I not seek thy lonely hill of hope?
May I not plant my cross upon thy slope ?
O Kedron! sighing by Grief's kingly town,
I seek a cross for Jesus, not a crown.

ALAN BRODRICh.

ANGER.

It is to be feared that many good people have their judgments and their consciences. Right prin. very bad tempers. It is to be feared, too, that ciple is the logic of human character; right feeling bad temper is very often regarded as a misfortune is its rhetoric; it is the rhetoric by which we are rather than a sin. Men think that they are born strongly moved. If my friend's heart throbs faster to it; that it is no fault of theirs; that their when he speaks to me of the love of Christ, I not temper deserves the sympathy of their friends only see that I ought to love Christ, but my own rather than censure. They seem to regard it rather heart begins to glow; if he quivers with indignation as they would regard a heavy mortgage on an when he speaks of meanness, treachery, seltishness, inherited estate, or any other evil that had come I not only see that these things are evil, but I begin upon them from accident or the wrong doing of to abhor them. other people.

Righteous anger, restrained but not quenched, And yet there are terrible sentences in the New has wonderful power in it. Adam Smith has acTestament about unjustifiable and uncontrollable curately observed that “the proper expression of anger. To yield to ungoverned passion is to "give just indignation composes many of the most splenplace to the devil.” To be “angry without a did and admired passages both of ancient and cause " is to be “in danger of the judgment.” modern eloquence.” But we have higher examples

No doubt there are occasions when it is a duty of it than the Philippics of Demosthenes or the to be angry; and whosoever is not angry with his Orations of Cicero against Catiline. The ancient brother when there is a cause, neglects a duty. prophets did not discuss the sins of the Hebrew The constitution of our nature indicates that anger people with philosophical serenity, nor condemn is not always a transgression of the Divine law. them with judicial calmness ; some of their disWe are so made that pity is not more naturally courses are tempestuous with passion. The words awakened by the sight of suffering, fear by the of Christ Himself are often terrible from the indig. approach of danger, delight by the vision of beauty, nation they express ; gentle as He was, there was gratitude by deeds of generous kindness, than no weakness in Him. He looked upon hypocrites anger by many kinds of wrong-doing. Bishop with “ anger, being grieved because of the hardBatler says, “that anger, in its impulsive form, ness of their hearts." His denunciations sometimes

is intended to be a sudden defence against sudden burn with a white heat. And the eternal God has | injury, and to be a standing menace, in the form of not trusted to the calm appeal whicb His law 1 settled resentment, against deliberate injustice;' makes to the conscience of man--"His wrath is

but it has far higher ends to answer than mere self-revealed from Heaven against all unrighteousness;" deieace.

“He is angry with the wicked every day." The calm, passionless nature which is with some Perhaps one reason why modern preaching is less men the highest type of goodness, is not the Chris- powerful than it might be, is because it does not tian ideal either of human or divine perfection. It dwell sufficiently upon the depth and intensity of was never yet associated either with saintliness or God's delight in man's well-doing and the fierceness heroism. The men whose hearts never glow with of His indignation at sin. enthusiasm at witnessing lofty self-sacrifice, never It is possible, then, to “be angry," and to "sin bura with indignation against cowardice, falsehood, not.” Jonah was mistaken when he said that he and profligacy; the men whose eyes never flash, did well to be angry ; but there are times when we whose pulse never quickens, whose words move on do exceedingly ill if we feel no anger. To quote in an unbroken flow, and never rush along tumul. again from Bishop Butler, who has a far better tuously, like a cataract, either in praise or blame, claim to the epithet “judicious” than Richard | ever get did any work worth doing either for God Hooker : “The indignation raised by cruelty and

They are mere machines, not living souls. injustice, and the desire of having it punished, They would be hardly the worse if they had no which persons unconcerned would feel, is by no hearts at all. They may talk of principle being means malice. No, it is resentment against vice better than passion ; “both are best ;” both are and wickedness, it is one of the common bonds by necessary to a perfect life. It may be a less serious which society is held together, a fellow-feeling misfortune for the flesh to fall away than for the which each individual has in behalf of the whole bones to be broken or diseased ; but the hard species as well as of himself. And it does not angular skeleton, scarcely concealed by the skin, is appear that this, generally speaking, is at all too high an ungracious and ghastly object; and unless the amongst mankind.solid framework of principle is well covered with There are times, therefore, if we are like Christ, the warm flesh and blood of kindly and generous and bear the Divine image, when we shall be angry. passion, a man's character has neither health nor Nor do I see any reason why we should never speak beauty.

until our anger is over. Anger is meant to make The people who do us most good are those whose the condemnation of sin more effective ; to wait till affections are as true to God and righteousness as it has cooled down is to forget that fire is sometimes

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wanted to subdue a stubborn material as well as violent language is not forgotten by others as force. It is a great calamity to a child if its parents easily as he forgets it himself. No bursts of "goodact on the foolish theory that they should never nature," no lavish gifts, atone for it. Very often reprove or punish except in cold blood; some his temper leads to habits of concealment and parents, indeed, have so little control over their deceit on the part of those with whom he lives. passion, that to wait till their anger is over may For this he is largely responsible. If he has to do be a humiliating necessity; but still the child with public business, he drives away from every suffers. There is nothing more intolerable than a institution with which he is connected the quiet cold censure for grave faults. It is infinitely worse men who hate strife, and he makes the work of to bear than indignation, and it is less effective. those who remain a constant source of intolerance It looks like cruelty. It provokes resentment. and disgust. If the charity which “beareth all The remembrance of it is like a cancer in the soul. things” is the queen of the christian graces, the Parental love must be strongly moved-moved with passion that bears nothing is one of the worst of anger as well as sorrow-when a child has com- unchristian vices. mitted sin ; if a parent waits until all the emotion has gone, the reproof and the punishment have all Moralists have suggested many considerations the harshness of authority unalleviated by the which should help those who are guilty of this sin tenderness of affection.

to check and master it. Perhaps one of the wisest But anger, like every other active principle of our and most charming passages which Archdeacon nature, may escape from the control of reason and Paley ever wrote, is that in which he enumerates conscience, and then it is most mischievous both to the reflections by which an angry man may subdue ourselves and others.

the rising storm. He says :Fire mastered by man's skill, working even “Reflections proper for this purpose, and which fiercely under his command, is one of his most may be called the sedatives of anger, are the followefficient servants ; but fire, in revolt against man’s ing: The possibility of mistaking the motives from authority, is one of his most terrible foes. “Pride,” which the conduct that offends us proceeds; how says an ancient author, “robs me of God, envy of often our offences have been the effect of inadvermy neighbour, anger of myself;" he might have tency, when they were construed into indications said, Anger makes me the slave of the devil, the of malice; the inducement which prompted our curse of my neighbour, and my own worst torment. adversary to act as he did, and how powerfully the

Some people seem to live in a perpetual storm, same inducement has, at one time or other, operated calm weather can never be reckoned upon in their upon ourselves; that he is suffering perhaps under company. Suddenly, when you least expect it, a contrition, which he is ashamed, or wants opporwithout any adequate reason, and almost without tunity, to confess; and how ungenerous it is to any reason at all, the sky becomes black, and the triumph by coldness or insult over a spirit already wind rises, and there is growling thunder and humbled in secret; that the returns of kindness are pelting rain. You can hardly tell where the tempest sweet, and that there is neither honour, nor virtue, came from.

An accident for which no one can be nor use, in resisting them :-for some persons think rightly blamed, a misunderstanding which a mo- themselves bound to cherish and keep alive their ment's calm thought would have terminated, a indignation when they find it dying away of itself. chance word which meant no evil, a trifling diffi- We may remember that others have their passions, culty which good sense might have removed at their prejudices, their favourite aims, their fears, once, a slight disappointment which a cheerful their cautions, their interests, their sudden impulses, heart would have borne with a smile, brings on their varieties of apprehension, as well as we: we earthquakes and hurricanes. People of this kind may recollect what hath sometimes passed in our say they bear no malice ; that their passion minds when we have gotten on the wrong side of a over ; that they do not “let the sun go down on quarrel, and imagine the same to be passing in our their wrath ; " but the mischief is that if one storm adverary's mind now; when we become sensible of ends at nightfall, another is sure to begin at sun. our misbehaviour, what palliations we perceived in rise. This is hardly fulfilling the apostolic precept. it, and expected others to perceive ; how we were As anger is sinful when it is without a cause, it is affected by the kindness, and felt the superiority, also sinful when too prolonged. God never meant of a generous reception and ready forgiveness; how us to “nurse our wrath.” Severe remedies become persecution revived our spirits with our enmity, dangerous when their action is not almost instan- and seemed to justify the conduct in ourselves taneous. Prolonged anger is a torment instead of a which we before blamed. Add to this the inchastisement to those who have to endure it; how- decency of extravagant anger; how it renders us, ever just in its origin, it is resented as a wrong; and whilst it lasts, the scorn and sport of all about us, hinders, instead of encouraging, penitence.

of which it leaves us, when it ceases, sensible and

ashamed; the inconveniences, and irretrievable An angry man little knows the misery and injury misconduct into which our irascibility has somehe inflicts on those whom, perhaps, he truly loves. times betrayed us ; the friendships it has lost us; His wife and children are in continual fear. His the distresses and embarrassments in which we

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