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omhprER Vi Cont'd Bd "Didn't I tell goat w "She Babe, limbing Blanford "Yes, you did,"" returned Blan- . ford, "and you were quite right; | 0 but it ia abominably bad manners te Whispers; 'my dear Oeeil." he Babe subsides: into silence ith hot cheeks; 'ealls him Cecil he is conscious that hotha 'has committed some flagrant of- "Those. brats are always bother- ing you,: princess.' says their fa- ther. "They are very kind to me," re- plies' Xenia SBabaroff in English which has: absolutely no foreign nocent. "They make -me feel at home! 'What a charming place this isl I like it better than your cas. . le; what is its name, where I had he.? pleasure to: vidit you at Eas- Orme. Oh,' that's 'beastly -- a regular barn--obliged to go there just for show, you know."" *Orme was built by Inigo Jones and the ingratitude to fortune of its owner is a constant temptation to Providence to deal in thunder- bolts or have matches left about by housemaids,"' says Blanford. #1 think Lord Usk has not a con- tented mind,"' says Mme. Babaroff, amused. #!Contented! By Jove, who should be, 'when England's going to the dogs as fast as she can' 'In every period of your his- tory,'"' says the princess, "your oountry is always described #8 go- ing headlong to ruin, and yet she has not gone there yet, and she has not done ill." ~~ %'Our constitution is establish- ed on a mere equipoise, with dark precipices, 'and deep . water all sround it.' Bo said Burke," re- plies Blanford. . "At the present moment everybody has forgotten thé delicacy of this nice equipoise and one day or other it will ose its balance and topple over into the deep waters and bs ingulfed. My- self, T confess 1 do mot think that time is far distant.' 'I hope it is; I am very much' attached to Bijgland,"' replies the Princess Xenia, "gravely, 'and to naughty English boys," she adds; poss ing her hand over the shining ks of the Babe. "She must be in love with ax Englishman," thinks Blanford, wi the one-sided cowstruction which & man is always ready to place on the words of a woman. "Must we go indoors {' he asks, regretfully, as she is moving to- : ward the house. 'It is so pleasant in these quaint, green arbors. To be under a roof on such a summer afternoon as this is to fly in the face of a merciful Creator with greater ingratitude than Usk's ingratitude to Inigo Jones." "But I have scarcely seen my hostess," says Mme, Sabaroff; neverthéless she resigns herself to a seat in the yew-tree cut like a ~ helmet. "Why do 'you let: 'those innocents tortured, George!" asks Blan: ford hooks should, like bhsiiless: entertain the day," replies Usk; *'s0 you said at t Just now. Their Sayetncates are of the amg Against their Ay ona "How will | IL Jou a ou "That is not the way to Wake them love books, to shut om ap afternoon." | Bl children when "then" 'He alvate gets out, of 5 gumen 0% when anybody op pular i ith women not to | gned to pl i is vulgar ly termed '4 dle'? (thot why. an expression Cad 1 the orchestra shoul) Je vulgar were hard to say). Bo he goes a few paces, off to ie gar- dener ; and by degrees. away & Joward the' house, Teaving "Blant d Mme. Sabaroff to" ent the green yew-helmet arbor; ject and does not abandon it. i in Aheurd, opm "the wiy in which ¢ p made to" loathe all itd 4 0 its association with their own pi and subjection. A child is made as a punishment to learn by rote fif lines of Virgil." Good heavens! It ought rather to be as a réward that he should he allowed to.0 open Vis- gil! To walk in all those deliciols paths of thought should be the highest pleasure that he could te brougnv to know. ' To listen to the music of the poets should be at once his privilege and his recom- pense. should be, "on the contrary, his crdelest chastisement!'! ; "He would be a very exception. al child, surely," says Mme. Sa- baroff. "I was not an exceptional child," he answers, "but that is how I was brought np and how I felt." "You had an exceptional train: ing then?" *'1t ought not to be Exceptional that is just the mischief. - Up to the time 1 was seventeen I was brought up at my own place (by my father's directions; in his will) by a most true and' reverent schol- ar, whom I loved as Burke loved Shackleton. He died, God rest his soul, but the good he left behind him lives after Fim; whatever grains of sense I have shown, and whatever follies IT 'have avoided both 'what I am and what 1 am not, are die t him, and it is to him that I owe the love. of §tudy'| which has been the st. con- solation and the purest: Pleasure of my life. That is why I profoundly those poor children, and theitets of thousands it is not culture. y What will \he Babe always associate With BIv La~ tin themes. Four walls, hated books, inky, aching fingers, and a headache. Whereas 1 never see a Latin line 'in 'a newspaper, be it ever, so hackneyed, without pleas sure, "as at' the face of an old friend, and whenever I aa o cowalips and hawthorn of the - hen "Ken looked" a with some o ittio wondet and 'more: approval. My dear lord," she says, seri- ously, 'I think in your enthusiasm you ie on one thi g, that there | is To be. deprived of books ity, at 80c a Bos, § on 0 of 25¢, or may be abated x Shine tives, Limited, Ottawa, ® ing unetion PH the soul of any man, ly mind- éven if 'she were: absolu in iting he. says, after the expres- sion of the sense of the honor she does him; the chronicle of what 1 'have seen and what I have thought; and I think they are iexpressed in foler- ably pure English, though that is claiming & great deal 'in these times, for since John Newman laid down the pen there is scarcely a living' Briton who can write his own tongue With eloquence and L pur: Li "I think it must be very nice to leave off wandering if one has a home,'! replies Mme. Sabaroff, with a slight, sigh, 'which gave him the impréssion that, though no. doubt she had many houses, she had no home. 'Where is your place that you spoke of just now--the place where you learded to. love Hor- ace?' Blanford is always pleased to!% speak of Bt. Hubert's Len. . He has a great love for it and Tor the traditions of his race, which make many people accuse : him of f great, family pride; though, as fy well said apropos of 'a greater man than Blanford, it is' rather than sentiment which the Romans 'de: fined as piety. When he talks of his old 'home he grows eloquent; unreserved, cordial," and 'he de- scribes with. an artist's touch. its: ntiquities, its landscapes, and its' old-world and sylvan charms, 'It must be charming to care for any place so much as that," Bays his companion, after hearing. hum with interest, "1 think one cares more for x. Blac es than for people," re] ! 'Sometimes one -- Pies, nei- Sher, en Zona aharofl, with a which in a less Jovely w woud have been morose, zy omen "One must suffice very thorou ly to one's self in such Es ht "Oh, not ; At that mottent there i is a little cedar { hustle under a very b at hand ; "servants are Singing olding-tables, ding shai have' no; other "than being. absolutely =H Crone with thom . E There Thee, be for! those who doin; In Thy service here, | Me Many a sorrow, many -& trial, Many a tear. When fe ask if in the coullio Thou wilt cheer and bless," All Thy. prophets, saints, and mar. YTS : Answer "yes. Hea . Thou to those who truly seek Thee ve Wilt not' answer: nay ; ' For Thy precious word: "will never Pass away: Those who now Thee a a8 s their, Saviour Have in Thee at last 'Borrow vi shed Jordan passed. We Thy And shall by a Dwell with The author ol this hymn is known as lephen the Babaite. He was one many who wrote hymns: in the a Ss langu Hel was born in the Te %95:A. Ds, and died in 794 There is a melody and iritual value in the hymn which cause it to live for all time to come. Dr. Neale modestly call hig own work 'pon the hymn a translation... Probably the' rake as found in 'modern "books owes as much to Dr. Neale as it does to the original author, me hymns, like some.resoluti : would never commend to. intelligent le. af Tore peop were not