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CHAPTER II. churchyard of Laeken), who speedily discovered that she possessed a fine voice, “YES, I can sing it," said the girl, and great capacity for singing. Unhappy wearily;“ do you wish to hear !" Louise ! dazzled by the kindness of the “If mademoiselle will be so good," was great cantatrice, she asked herself but the answer. one question, Was it possible for her, She took her place at the small pianoalso, to shine on the great world's stage; forte and prepared to comply, whilst her to hear her name, also, echoed through companion rose and walked to the end of out Europe !

the room.

I can't tell you what he ex"Vain dream! The stern islander, her pected, but as the rich tones of Valdovie's husband, extorted from her a promise voice rose and fell in “Casta Diva," he that she would, under no circumstances, faced round and listened intently. She turn the newly-discovered gift to account. left off, and silently he put into her band You smile, Prince Paul; but such things “Una voce poco fa,” which she sang, and have been, such things are.

at the conclusion he said, “Imperfect; "When their only child, Valdovie, at- your heart was not in that song, matained her fourteenth year, her father demoiselle.” She shook her head, and was carried off by one of those inscru- he continued, “ One more, if you please, table dispensations of Providence, to and I will no longer detain you.” As the which we can but bow our heads; and last notes of Mendelssohn's “Infelice Louise brought her child to this country. died away, he rose and said, “ As you are You will easily guess that, disappointed doubtless aware, mademoiselle, your voice in her own visions of greatness, the is very fine ; it is of a rare quality, and mother eagerly sought their fulfilment not wanting in compass; you have every through the instrumentality of her facility, and yet you will do nothing if daughter. In order that the child might you do not work. Work, mademoiselle ! have masters, and a thorough musical work at “Una voce poco fa ;” sing noeducation, she deprived herself of all the thing else, and then let me hear it again. luxuries, and, indeed, many of the neces- Again let me urge you not to allow your saries of life. At this moment she is energies to sleep." And saying this dying, content in the assurance that Val- Prince Paul bowed and left her. dovie will keep her word, for she has But before we do the same, would it promised to adopt the profession for gratify you, my reader, to know a little which she has been so carefully educated. about Valdovie ? I can tell you, because Now, Prince Paul, I come to you to I have heard of her from a kind and aid me to enable this child to earn her gentle woman, who loved her while she bread."

lived, who loves her memory now. “Eh, mon père," said the Prince, with In person she was small, and so slight a genuine look of amazement ; “ but what that you feared a breath of air for her, can I do? can I transform her into a more especially when remembering that prima donna ?"

her mother died of consumption. That "I would have you hear her first, she was very handsome no one who saw judge of her capabilities, and then you her for a moment could doubt ; black will help her on the road to fame." hair, dark eyes, a clear olive skin-try

“Bon !" this with a shrug of the shoul- and make up to yourself an ideal beauty ders

. “I see it must be ; evidently the with these characteristics included, and I fates combine to prevent my leaving your suppose you will have as faithful a pordull metropolis. But let us lose no time, traiture of Valdovie as it is now possible mon père ; we will go at once in search of to give; what cannot be described is the this syren in embryo. Lead the way, if varied expression, and the play of feature; you please."

of these let every one judge for himself. “Yes," replied Père Latour ; ' we will Like other women, her character was go at once."

plentifully stocked with inconsistencies, but she had a warm loving nature, which

on,

me."

was now suffering under the loss of her Well, he passed away qnietly and in mother. And let 118 leave ber now to work, peace. What more can I add ? The tale work, work, till the brain is dizzy and of a short life is told, and my part is the room seems to fly round.

played out.

ESTELLA. “You do not say what you think of THE ALGERIAN Lion. The fare may her," said the priest, somewhat im- have been commonplace, but the conversapatiently, as Prince Paul walked silently ion was remarkable. Its subjee was what

might have been expected from the circum“Père Latour, she will never do-it is stances and the company, for even mine folly to think of it."

host was something of a lion-slayer, and "Not do? What do you mean ? can forest behind the house in a quiet unpre

often of an evening strolled ou into the she not sing ?"

tending way to look for a shot, as a man "Si, si, it is not that - the organ is there might who had a rabbit-warren handy. But but the strength is wanting. I tell you what chiefly struek me was that they she will not live a year- bab !-amonth." appeared to be on terms of intimate

“Can this be ?!!" said Père Latour; aequaintance with all the lions of the nay, surely not you must be mistaken." neighbourhood. It seemed as though there

I am not; I would hail any chance of was not a lion within a radius of fifty miles my being so. But we will take care, you of the trio. His appearance, his habits, his

that was no pers nally known to some one and F; we will work, and she shall work, consort, his family, and the period at which but not too much-doucement, mon the next little addision to it might be expère, doucement."

pected-all these w re detailed with a free" And yet you urged on her the neces-dom and minuteness that would bave made síty for prompt hard work! You amaze the London correspondent of a country

newspaper jealous. I noticed, too, that "Ah ça! do you not see it is even this intimacy with the king of beasts better for her to work hard than to sit produced a familiarity of expres-ion in down grieving for that which cannot be speaking of him, calculated to upset notions undone !"

derived from “Peter Parley's Tales about “You are right, you have acted wisely related did nut, upon the whole, increase

Lions." The anecdotes also that were but let us be gentle with her. Such care one's respect for the animal; and some for one so young, so unfit to bear it! of them attributed to him a low sort of Eh, que dis-je ?"

humour not hitherto noticed by naturalists,

and a taste for practical joking quite inCONCLUSION. compatible with true dignity.

It is,

it would appear, a pleasant pr ctice of the Can you guess, kind reader, what now lion to present himself suddenly to timid must be my sad task?'

travellers in his dom nions, and accompany Too truly bad Prince Paul said that them for some distance growling and Valdovie would die. All that now re showing his teeth, until they are reduced mains of her is sheltered in a retired to a state of extreme terror, which end

attained he leaves them uninjured. Stories nook of the Campagna, vear Rome. The of this sort are very common in the Algeflowers which cluster on her gráve were rian newspapers, and my companions originally placed there by her two friends; mentioned several instances of the same but the “imniortels" are from the hands kird, but always on hearsay evidence. of strangers who hear of her beauty, her I could see that they placed lit le faith youth, and her devotion to her art. in such yarns, which I expect are merely

I have little more to say of Prince Paul, expansions of what is almost an everyday he, too is dend, mourned and regretted occurrence in these parts--that of simply by many who loved the brilliant scholar: meeting a lion on the high road. It is true

that he does show a preference for beaten musician, and gentleman. If you do not roads and paths; but because he finds them recognise him it is because I have not easier and more comfortable walking than done justice to his memory and Pere the tangled thickets at each side of him.Latour

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FAMILY COUNCIL..

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE COUNCIL.

HE present number completes the Midsummer volume ; and I have «gain to congratulate you on the success you have attaired, and the improvement you have made in all the departments of the "Friend.” Go on in the right spirit, and you will render your own Magazine second to none in entertaining and instructive literature. Essentially a Magazine for the Family, the "Friend” bolds faithfully to the principles it, from the first. endeavoured to in«ulcate.

In Original Composition, Original Music, Original Poetry,

and Original Family Pastime, your Magazine has long held a first place in the estimation of its subscribers ; and it is with more than ordinary feelings of pleasure I find the Council Board enlarging month by month.

I may, however, be allowed to refer, more particularly to one or two points.

In prose and poetic compositions let me hope that no Councillor will forward any thing for insertion without carefully editing it; and, if need be, re-writing it. Anything worth doing at all is worth doing well. Especially let me request all the Councillors to attend more carefully to their caligraphy. Nothing is so annoying to an Editor as indifferent handwriting. Many a good paper is rejected simplý because the writing is difficult to decypher. A word to the wise.

In the Definitions, remember that one good example is worth twenty indifferent ones. The Definition Prize has not of late received the encouragement it deserves. If this prize is to be given in future, it must be more warmly and generally encouraged.

The Family Pastime is referred to elsewhere. In future a full month will be given for the solving of the questions propounded ; so that the answers for the riddles in May will appear in July, and those for June in August, and so on throughout each volume.

It gives me great pleasure to state that the circulation of the Magazine improves monthly, and that I am daily in the receipt of congratulatory compliments on my editorial management. That this state of things may long continue is the ear nest desire of, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Council,

Your affectionate Friend,

TAB PRESIDENT. June 1, 1864.

The words italicized you will please combine in an intelligent sentence, whose meaning shall be distinct from that which they alrea ly convey.

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FLOWERS IN THE CITY. were more gratefully, more worthily recog. To tell truth, I do not think city life is nized by me and by all whose eyes rest on well suited for the production of essays, these exiles from fairer and more genial that is, at the time being. Thought and homes! for observation are alive then; but it is aft r- “ Wherefore have they birth? wards, in the quiet of home, that the To comfort man, to whisper hope results, often valuable, can alone be noted

Whene'er his faith grows dim;

For whoso careth for the flowers, down with ease and pleasure. If I dis

Will much more care for Him!” course on anything, it must be on a very

ILLA. hacknied subject, yet one in which I happen just now to be much interested. Country-born myself, how can I traverse the SCOTTISH SUPERSTITION. neighbou ing squares, and pass unheeding by my poor fellow country people, im country among farmers, contracting for

A few years ago I was going about the mured there behind the iron-railings in the centre of each quadrangle? We know facturing purpose, and during my travels

a supply of buttermilk for a -they and I—that spring has come; the I visited Argyleshire. One fine morning lengthening days, the lessening cold, the in April I arrived at the farmhouse of pameless spell in the air, are full of the Rannachan, about four miles from the town news, though be dull, high houses and of Campbleton, then tenanted by a very hard pavements, and incessant rumble of decent man named Templeton. carts and carriages do their urmost to shut

Just as I entered the farm-yard I met it out and deny it. Happily, they cannot one of the servants, who told me that his succeed; every day the soft, bright green master was in the potato field, adding, “Go is increasing on the branches, and buds into the house; there is no one in but the and flowers are creeping out on every side. old woman, his mother, and I will send It may be a fancy of mine, most likely it him to you.” I went in, and on entering is, but in a garden, in the full flush of the door found the old woman sitting on a opening spring, it always seems to me as if seat in the middle of the floor, cutting seed the stir of the wakening vegetation was potatoes. She had a flannel mutch on her audible, especially after one of those kindly head, as the song has it, showers that only fall at such a time. They do me good every time I pass

“Shaped like a closkin' hen;" them, those poor fellow-exiles of mine! and across her nose was placed a pair of They are so utierly dissimilar from their spectacles with a piece of brown paper over surroundings, so innocent and childlike in the right eye although the glass was still the midst of the money-making, bustling in it. crowd that battles outside their enclosure. On bidding her good morning, I remarked It is good to see them in the country; but it was rather a lonely place to live, so far to gain all that flowers and trees have to from any neighbours. "Oh," said she, "the give, to learn all the true and tender last place we was in would be far lonelier lessons they have to teach, we must meet as this; it was in the middle o' a glen. them in the town. Undimmed cheerful. But I needna care noo; I'm an auld woman ness in rain or shine ; untired patience in come to that time o' life when the grassadversity; unnumber d offices of kindness hopper becomes a burden; I have lost the to the careless and ur grateful; unwearied sicht o' one o' my een a' the gither.” After performance of daily duty, year by year, drawiog her breath for a few minutes, she year by year, without slack or fail ;-such asked if I had come far that day, and what are a few of the wise and happy precepts did I want ? daily whispered to me through the pit less I told her I had only travelled from iron railing. Would that I could more Campbleton, and I was iu the way of purfully profit by them--more clearly trace chasing milk, if we could agree about it. their effect in my own prac'ice! Would, “Oh, yes,” she said, "you'll get a drink above all, that their highest, best mission of milk."

THE MAIDEN'S DREAM.

I explained that I did not want a drink, but would purchase all they made, to be prepared in a certain way, which I described; and just as I had finished her son made his appearance at the door, when she started to her feet and said a few words in Gaelic, which I did not understand, and turning to me told me to be off about my business, for I should get no milk there. Her son and I tried to reason with her, but she would not listen. Stamping her foot on the floor she again ordered me off, or she would set the dogs on me, adding, “In my young days, when the herrings was good and plenty, they would put them on the lan' for dung, and they ha'e ne'er been sae gude or sae plenty since; then they would mak' starcho' the taties, and they took the rot; and nae wonder the cows will dee the noo when you'll spoil the good milk.”

There was a deadly disease raging among cattle at the time, and no doubt but the old dame firmly believed I was the cause of it. However, I was glad to find that all the farmers about Kintyre were not so superstitious as the old lady of Rannachan.

Boreas.

I HAD such a beautiful dream, mother,

As I lay on my bed last night;
O, could you have shar'd it with me, mother,

Your breast 'twould have fill'd with delight.
I had been to the old churchyard, mother,

By the grave of my father dear;
And kneel'd and offer'd up prayers, mother,

And on it shed many a tear.
And ere I came back to our home, mother,

The sun in his glory had set;
The clouds were so tinted with gold, mother,

That the scene I can ne'er forget.
The nightingale sung in the glade, mother,

My heart to its music beat time;
And thoughts that came into my mind, mother,

Were fraught with a spirit sublime.

And when I had fallen asleep. mother,

I dream'd in the churchyard again
I stood; and aloud on mine ear, mother,

There burst forth a heavenly strain.
And when I look'd up to the skies, mother,

'Mid legions of angels so fair,
My heart leap'd with joy when I saw, mother,
My ever-lov'd father was there.

CHARLES MARSRAL....

FAMILY PASTIME.

FAMILY PASTIME. We think we may say with perfect truth that this department has improved, and we trust that, even without the incentive of a prize it will continue to improve.

THE EDITOR'S PRIZES. We have pleasure in making the following awards, in accordance with our offer in the April number in favour of

HEATHERBELL for the best Enigma,
TERRA COTTA for the best Charade,

ELIZABETH H. for the best Cryptograph.
SELINA for the most successful Solutions of the Questions proposed in number
28 for April.
To each of these Councillors we have forwarded Prize Volumes properly inscribed.
CONGLOMERATIONS.

All human beings survey the world through the medium of their own thoughts and feelings. How essential, then, is it to keep the medium pure, bo

that it reflects back no distorted image of God's When we survey our own contributions, let it be beautiful handiwork; but, on the contrary, shows through the medium of modesty, and with the all good and fair things to be so many contributions assistance of truth. Then vanity will be beld in towards the soul's happiness and well-being! check, and our own improvement effectually in

STONEY. sured.-LOCINDA.

After a minute survey of the contributions shown After taking a general survey of the talented to the world through the medium of the May contributions produced monthly throngh the number of the “Friend." I must avow my prefer medium of our kind President, í return him my ence for the anonymous article, “Shakespeare." sincere thanks.-ANXA GRET.

ZAXOXI.

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