MISCELLANEOUS.


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And something there was about the old man.
ragged SEX and lame that he was, that Margaret
found it impossible to disobey. So, heartened
up, she knew not why, (ior many have felt with
out being able to give the feeling its trne rame,
the mingled power Of sympathy and appreciation
TO comfort AID to cheer.) she called about her her
Llonming children and departed; Annie and her.
self bearing the cradle between them, and the
boy laden with the gleanngs of the day.


The setting sun CLEANED brightly between the
noble ellns that formed the avenue to Corston
Hall, gliding the rugged branches and turning
into pendant emeralds the leaves of the branches
which mel Gcross the wide carriage road, met and
well have suggested the rich intricacies of a
cathedral aisle in the proudest days of Gothic
architecture. The village bells pealed amain,
horses pranced, flags waved, the children of the
parish schools strewed the gaudy flowers of early
autumn and as the carriage of the lord Of
the manor rolled between the ivied lodges to the
grey old ha,a quaint irregular structure of Eliza
beth or James day, with tame peacock summing
himself on the stone balustrade, a large old Eng
lsh spaniel basking on the steps, and the tenants
in their holiday apparel grouped around the porch.
and artist, whether painter or poet, might have
enved the accident which produced an arrange
ment SO felictously picturesque.


Something of this feeling, however, unper-
ceiyed or unguessed by herself, mingled with the
emotions of curiosity and interest in our friend
Alargarets bosom, as, standing humbly apart
between her two elder children, with her infant
in her arms, under large sycamore, she gazed
around upon the scene, and perceived, gaily
adorned in the extreme of the country fashion, the
rival candidate for her beloved cottage-the bux-
on landlady of the Red Lion, by the
kindred of her late husband Neither Margaret
nor her William had ever applied for assistance
to these people and yet she knew instinctively
that some from pride and some from shame, felt
the silent reproach of her unassisted poverty and
her blameless lfe-that all wished her absence,
and would contribute as far as in them lay to turn
her from her home In spite of the encouraging
influence of her lately known kinsman's cheering
forbodings, her heart sank within her as the door