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come in. | her, could have nothing left to wish for." Katherine gave an impatient move

I was wishing to speak to you." Mrs. Labouchere looked at her aunt for a moment; then, putting her hand on her shoulder, she said

"You have been crying, aunt. Nothing has happened to trouble you?

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Only the old trouble, Katey ;" and her tears began to fall afresh. Stephen has been talking about Pamphillon. He says, that unless he gets an addition to his income, he must and will sell it."

Katherine sat down, clasped her hands, and looked the very picture of despondency.

"I have feared for a long time past," she said in a low tone, "that things would never be altered."

But Mrs. Prescott had a forlorn hope in view, and it would never do for Katherine to give in. Away from society, thrown upon the constant companionship of his beautiful cousin, much might still be accomplished; and Mrs. Prescott determined that no stone should be left unturned, while they were at Combe, to bring these two together.

"Katherine," she said, "although Stephen is my son, I cannot be blind to his faults, nor shut my eyes to his overweening pride. I believe he would rather die than let you imagine that he cared one pin's point for you."

"I do not believe that he does," said Katherine, the memory of the morning's conversation still strong within her.

"My dear," replied Mrs. Prescott, "Stephen is far less careful to hide his feelings from me now, than he was at first. He knows the many admirers you have, that it rests with you whether you will be Lady Fareham; he asked me why you did not marry again. Indeed, I am perfectly convinced that it is nothing but your fortune that keeps him silent; if you had returned to us penniless, Katherine, Stephen would long since have been at your feet."

"Oh, aunt!" exclaimed Katherine suddenly. "How bent he is upon misunderstanding me! He little thinks what I would give to be poor dependent Katherine Douglas again."

Mrs. Prescott looked at her niece, and she could not help that look being one of admiration.

"What a strange thing life is!" she said gravely; "almost every one we meet envies you, Katherine. Only a few days since, when Mrs. Constable was telling me of their loss, she said that you were the one person who, it seemed to

ment.

"That is what is being dinned into my ears from morning until night, as if wealth was the talisman of happiness. I am ready to admit," she added bitterly, "that its possession has made me wonderfully witty and charming in the eyes of many, who used to be blind to the attractions I believe I did once possess."

"My dear child, you are quite as attractive as you ever were. I often think that I never saw you looking better than you do now. It was only yesterday, when you and Flora Hardwick were standing together, that I was comparing you critically, and you are as young and fresh-looking as she is."

Mrs. Labouchere put her arms round her aunt's neck, and kissing her, as in the old days she had seldom done, she said — "What should I do without you?"

This new feeling of love, combined with the experience of her married life, had greatly softened Katherine's nature, for, as in the case of many another woman, sorrow sat better on her than prosperity. Careless observers would have said, that she was far more vain now than when confident in her beauty, she seemed to lay little store by it. The truth was, her opinion of herself was not quite so high as formerly. She was filled with anxious dread lest her beauty was on the wane; she set down the compliments paid to her as so much homage to her money; she envied women to whom Sir Stephen was paying any particular attention, or whom he said he admired. Fears which were groundless; for Sir Stephen seldom met her without acknowledging what a beautiful face she had very superior, he was obliged to own, in feature and contour to Hero's. The one face seemed to appeal entirely to the eye, the other went straight to the heart. Few people with love in their composition could resist the charm of Hero's winning sweetness. She inspired you with the desire to caress her

to take her soft-rounded cheeks between your hands, and look into eyes that were by unexpected turns tender and mischievous. Since his visit to Mallett, Sir Stephen had often, when looking at Katherine, conjured up a vision of Hero to place by her side; and he congratulated himself that even in absence Hero's witchery carried off the palm; and then he would smile at the odd way in which things had come about. To

think that he should have been a wanderer all these years, without seeing any one to awaken the slightest feeling of love within him; and then that, down in this out-of-the-way place, whither he had gone from a sense of duty sorely at variance with inclination, he should meet this "gem of purest ray serene," who in a week had turned his head, and taken possession of his heart. Once again at "Well," she said, "I am glad to think Mallett, he determined to have no delay you do. Certainly I greatly enjoy the about this wooing, the success of which sight of a pretty young girl; but the he felt pretty confident of. The princi-world terribly spoils one's heart, Stepal person he had to consider was his phen; we meet so many counterfeits, that mother. He wanted the two to care for at last we fail to recognize what is real each other, "and," thought he, "as that and true." dear old mother of mine will need a little management, perhaps as the time is drawing near for our visit,-it may be as well to say something that will prepare her to take an interest in Hero."

confess that I am growing rather afraid of that extreme simplicity."

"Come, come, mother, now that is not yourself speaking. Nobody admires a fresh young girl more than you do. Why, I always say I inherit my taste for unaffectedness from my old-young mother." Mrs. Prescott's eyes beamed with pleasurable emotion.

Therefore, soon after, as they sat together one morning at breakfast, he said

"I think I told you, mother, what a pretty girl Miss Carthew, with whose father I stayed at Mallett, is. I hope you will like her; they were very kind and hospitable to me."

Generally Mrs. Prescott had none of those fancies which torment some mothers, whenever their sons speak in praise or admiration of the girls they meet, but anxiety on Katherine's account rendered her painfully watchful. Since their conversation regarding his selling Pamphillon, she had never seen Sir Stephen bestow more attention, than she considered politeness demanded, without being filled with fears, lest her darling plan should be put an end to.

"How old is she?" she asked. "I hardly quite know-something, I should say, between eighteen and twenty."

"I cannot fancy how I could have been so misled about her," said Mrs. Prescott, taking an instinctive dislike to this rustic beauty. "At first I understood that she was a middle-aged person, then when you spoke of her it was as of a mere child."

"I don't think Miss Carthew will disappoint you; at least I hope not, for I have set my heart upon you two being great friends."

"Indeed! have you?" and all Mrs. Prescott's fears coming back, she added with a nervous little laugh

"And why, I wonder?"

When, from a sense that he owed it to his mother to say something to her on the matter, Sir Stephen commenced this conversation, he had no idea how diffident and awkward he should find it, to give any hint of the feelings he entertained towards Hero. He began to wish he had said nothing about her. He saw that this would have been his wisest course. The only one now left was to say as little as possible; so he answered Mrs. Prescott's question with

"Oh! for no particular reason, only that I like her, and we have always contrived somehow to take a fancy to the same people."

"That is true." And Mrs. Prescott gave a sigh, which caused her son to look inquiringly at her. "Don't be vexed with me," she said, putting her hand on his; "but where I once set my heart, there it is for ever. Ah, Stephen, you little know how I centred my hopes upon you and Katherine, nor what it costs me to see you so widely severed."

Sir Stephen drew his hand away.

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"It is very strange," he said, "that every now and then you will enter upon "Well," and Sir Stephen feeling a little this subject. You must see how distasteguilty, tried to laugh over the false im- ful it is to me. Surely, you do not want pression he had given. "And really so me to tell you that I once gave Katherine she is a child, compared with many girls, all my love, which she killed so though I daresay I should offend her dig-pletely and effectually that, if I desired it, nity very much were I to tell her so." I could no more revive the feeling than I Some of these childish young ladies could bring a dead body to life. For are exceedingly sharp in making good years she robbed me of the power of feeluse of their simplicity," said Mrs. Pres- ing or bestowing love, she took from me cott, pursing up her mouth. "I must every hope of happiness, she made me a

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From The Cornhill Magazine.
ANAGRAMS.

"L'ANAGRAMME," says Richelet, "est une des plus grandes inepties de l'esprit humain : il faut être sot pour s'en amuser, et pis que sot pour en faire." Though, like most things, the study of anagrams may be decried as trifling, it is certainly difficult, and generally pleasing. A few words, therefore, on their origin, number, nature, composition, use, and purpose, may be regarded as not out of place in this magazine.

an anagram, from which, cast by fortune or skill into various relations with each other, all things are made.

For their purpose, though it shall be said that the innocent diversion of anagrams and other jeux de l'esprit possesses little interest for a serious age, which loves to read highly-spiced romances, it suited well our pregoers, who possessed not such literary advantages as ourselves.

Anagrams, besides affording pleasure in their composition, were sometimes used in defence as a kind of nom de guerre. And though, in the Scribleriad, anagrams appear in the land of false wit,

But with still more disordered march advance,
(Nor march it seemed, but wild fantastic dance,)
The uncouth ANAGRAMS, distorted train
Shifting, in double mazes, o'er the plain —

and sour critics dislike them, "yet," says
the venerable Camden, and after him Dis-
raeli, and after him a hundred others, and
after them the writer of the present paper,
"yet do good anagrams yield a delightful
comfort, and pleasant motion in honest
minds."

Anagrams, if silence on any subject be a proof of its disesteem, have now little The origin of anagrams lies in obscu- honour. They are seldom mentioned but rity; their author is unknown. That the in books of riddles, of which they generart of composing them arose among the ally occupy, if any space be devoted to Hebrews is not unlikely, having regard them, the few last pages. But in their to the veneration in which the Hebrews case, let us rather suppose no news to be held not only the words of their language, good news, and that they still occupy but also the letters composing the words, that high estate in the minds of some fit, which are to be found in their sacred vol- though few, which they held when Louis umes. Secret mysteries," say the Cab-XIII. bestowed a pension of 1,200 livres balists those mystic preservers of a on Thomas Billon, an acute Provençal supposed traditionary teaching "are who had applied himself to the study of woven in the numbers of letters."

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their construction, with the title of "Ánagrammatist to the King ;" and when such historians as Camden the learned, and such poets as Heywood, disdained not to record them, or to compose them for in

There is a story that Lycophron, who has the reputation of being the inventor of anagrams, was a good Hebrew scholar, and thence drew his knowledge of the art. The Lycophron of France was Joan-struction or for amusement. nes Auratus, the golden poet who anagrammatized his own name into "Ars en nova vatis." ("Behold the new art of the bard.") The art, however, was not new, as we may suppose the writer to have well known.

"This dainty device, and disport of wit not without pleasure," says Camden, "has been by some carried to an excess. Considering names as divine notes foretelling events, and attaching themselves to the dreams of Artemidorus and of the The use of anagrams remains yet to be Cabbalists, they have converted Anadiscovered, unless it is supposed to be grammatism into Onomantia, or an art of that their composition gives acuteness to fortune-telling by names. The art is, inthe mental faculties, for the opinion of deed, of high antiquity, if we may believe Artemidorus, the philosopher, that they the Rabbin, who say that an esoteric law conduce to the interpretation of dreams, was given to Moses, to be handed down may be rejected as a visionary idea. For in the posterity of certain seventy men, their nature, like the atoms or individual and therefore called Cabbala or tradibodies of Democritus, are the letters of tional. And they say that this law was

nothing but a volume of alphabetary revolution, or anagrammatism, with all which we may compare the well-known Christian parastich or acrostich of ΙΧΘΥΣ.

borrow an appellation from Disraeli.
Thus we have 'Arλas (Atlas), the old all-
wise Titan god, who sustained the lofty
pillars which separated earth from heaven,
converted into rahas (wretched), which
well he may have been in his endurance.
And no inferior moral lesson to that of
the sophist Prodicus, in his episode of
the “Choice of Hercules," did he convey,
who, out of 'Apɛrǹ (virtue) produced 'Epar
(the lovely). Some "Epicuri de grege
porcus" must have discovered the ana-
gram of hapòs (joyous) in uapos (warm).

If an art is to be commended in proportion to its difficulty and the patience required in it, the art of anagrams may be well commended. The art of pure anagrams is spoken of, in which there must be no arbitrary change of letters or licentious innovations in orthography. "For," as Camden declares in his Remains, "some have been seen to bite their pen, scratch their heads, bend their brows, Not the worst specimen of Greek anabite their lips, beat the board, tear their grammatizing were those composed, one paper, when their names were fair for by Joannes Auratus, upon the name of somewhat, and caught nothing therein." Him who was "brought as a sheep to the For the definition, an anagram is a word slaughter," 'Ingos (Jesus), Σvý ôïç (Thou or words, formed by the artificial transpo- art the sheep), with which compare Taysition of the letters of a given word or lor's Jehova into oveja (sheep), and those words. The subject of the anagram is of Camden's good friend Utenhovius, generally a proper name; and the ana- EAIZABHOA (Elizabeth) into OEA BAZIAH gram itself most frequently presents a (The Goddess Queen), and 'Exa30 meaning, complimentary or the reverse, Badihooa (Queen Elizabeth) into Zatén to the person to whom the name belongs. Bacineias Aißus (Divine dew of the KingEvery anagram so much the nearer ap- dom). proaches perfection as it is the farther removed from licence. Those who attach themselves scrupulously to the rules of the anagram, permit no change, omission, or addition of letters therein, but with the exception of the "k," which they say cannot challenge the right of a letter, require the letters of the anagram to be precisely the same as those of its subject. Others less timid take a larger, and indeed almost poetical, licence, and besides occasionally omitting or adding a letter, think themselves justified in writing, when they find such a change desirable, and that the resulting sense falls aptly, e for æ, v for w, s for z, c for k, and vice versa. Anagrams of this formation are called "impure." Lycophron, before mentioned, one of the Pleiads of the Court of Ptolemy Philadelphus, has left us two, little worthy of the author of the dark poem Cassandra and of the most obscure writer of antiquity.

The one was a compliment to his prince, und μéros from IIrokeuaios (out of honey, from Ptolemy), to mark the sweetness of his disposition; the other to his queen 'Apavón (Arsinoe), the Greek letters of which name, being transposed, form lov Hpas (the violet of Juno). Both these anagrams are exact or pure. Tzetzes, the interpreter of Lycophron, tells us that his author was more dear to Ptolemy for his anagrams than for his verse. After Lycophron, some other Greeks disported themselves in these "literary triflings," to

Examples, however, of Greek anagrams are rare, the best are those following: Alexander, being about to raise the siege of Troy, dreamed that he saw a Satyr emerge from a dark wood, and dance before him. After some trouble he caught the Satyr, and awoke. On consulting his wise men, they formed from the Greek word Zúrupos (Satyr), these words, Tipos où (Tyre is thine). The next day the anagram was accomplished.

So Constantine, son of Heraclius, being prepared for battle, dreamed that he was on his way to "Thessalonica." This he told to one of his attendants, who, repeating the Greek word eσσaλоvíkηy (Thessalonica) slowly, and with proper pauses, said, Oèç üλλ víkηy (Leave the victory to another). Constantine took no heed of this warning, and, engaging the enemy, soon after was defeated. This, however, is not an instance of an anagram, as there is no different arrangement of letters; the meaning is obtained simply by the division of syllables. Nor is it exact, as one letter is omitted, one added, and one changed.

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The Romans seem altogether to have despised "anagrams," and literary toil of a like nature. Turpe est," says Martial, "difficiles habere nugas, et stultus labor est ineptiarum." Latin anagrams are generally of modern discovery. So we have from Roma (Rome), Maro and amor (love); from corpus (body), porcus (pig); from Galenus (Galen), angelus (angel);

Gabrielis ore,
Funda nos in pace,

Mutans Evæ nomen!

Which may be represented thus:
Ave for thy title claim,

and from logica (logic), caligo (darkness). | gested in the "Hymn to the Virgin Of these, the last approaches the nature Mary" in the following verse, which, of its subject more nearly than that imme- from its setting, the French would call a diately preceding it. There are, however, gem enchased in enamelled gold : among the Romans, a few specimens of Sumens illud Ave, that pseudo-anagram referred to in the story of Constantine, which consists in dividing a single word into two or more. Such is the riddle of the god Terminus, mentioned by Aulus Gellius in his twelfth book of Noctes Attica. It is proposed by Gellius, as a scirpus, or what the Greeks called an ænigma, “which I lately found," he continues," ancient, by Hercules! and exceedingly crafty, composed in three Iambic verses; this I leave unanswered, to sharpen the conjectures of my readers in their investigation." This seems to be the earliest instance of a fashion, now much in vogue, amongst the lower order of journals and magazines, of leaving the solution to the next number.

The three verses are these:

Semel, minusve, an bis minus, non sat scio,
An utrumque eorum, ut quondam audivi dicier,
Jovi ipsi regi noluit concedere.

"He," says Gellius, "who is tired of investigating, may find the answer' in the second book of M. Varro to Marcellus on the Latin language."

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From the mouth of Gabriel
Ave now for Eva's name,

Making us in peace to dwell. Generally, of course, anagrams in foreign languages must vanish in translation.

A copy of the Jesuita Vapulans (Lugd. Bat., 1635) has written upon a fly-leaf the following anagrams, all of which are not perfect, on Andreas Rivetus.

Veritas res nuda,
Sed naturâ es vir,
Vir naturâ sedes,
E naturâ es rudis,
Sed es vitâ varus,
Sed rare vanitas,
In terra sua Deus,
Veni sudas terrâ.

Many of these small lines present sibylline difficulties, by no means proportioned to their size to the exegetist.

As a contrast to them we have the fol

lowing on Mary Queen of Scots, - a pure
anagram, telling in a single line her un-
happy story:

Maria Steuarda Scotorum regina.
Trusa vi regnis, morte amara cado.

The "answer" is Terminus, a species of anagram from ter-minus. Ovid declares that all the crowd of gods gave place to Jove, except Terminus, who held his ground. So the author of the riddle doubts whether it was once, or less, or twice less or thrice less (ter-minus), i.e. the two former added together; who, as Though Addison considers the regenhe once heard, was unwilling to yield eration of anagrams to have occurred in even to King Jove himself. And so sus- the times of "monkish ignorance," and tineamus" gives "sustinea-mus." Pi- thinks it no wonder that the monks late's question, "Quid est veritas?" should have employed their leisure time, the reply being contained in the demand of which he supposes them to have had — was left unanswered. "Est vir qui great store, in the composition of such adest." This is an exact and clever ana- "tricks of writing as required much time gram, probably composed by some witty but little capacity," it does not appear Churchman. that the monks were in any way famous for these compositions; nor was Addison, perhaps, aware of the difficulty attending them or the ingenious turns they frequently display.

As specimens of the Latin anagrams of Daurot, or Joannes Auratus, the French poet above mentioned, the following are given. From Martinas Basanerius, a celebrated astronomer of the time, "Musæ nubar in astris." From Claudius Binetus, a lawyer with a taste for singing, "Venis tuba dulcis." From Edoardus Mollæeus, an eloquent judge, "De ore vivo mella sudas." His own name, "Joannes Auratus," he also anagrammatized thus: "Ars vivet annosa" ("My art will live long.")

A simple but clever anagram is sug

There is a specimen of anagrammatizing in the month of October, 1658, which is undoubtedly clever, and must have caused the compositor considerable toil.

The subject is the "Tenth Worthy, or that most highly-renowned Worthy of Worthies, Oliver, late Lord Protector." The occasion was the following, expressed in verse. Sad news by post from Albion had summoned the author to

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