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mind;

had been given to him ; his image rose

tried in vain to cheer the old man, or unbidden before her mind, shutting away to induce him to take the assistance he from her her old hopes and the future would so gladly have offered. They which bad lain before her.

She was

were sinking deeper and deeper into strong and she was brave, and she faced debt, as he well knew. The doctor the pain as she sat there in her solitude. was told that he was no longer required, Such things cannot be spoken of,—they because they could not afford the money must be borne alone! A long hour had for his visits; not even Mr. Warde was passed, and she had not moved. She ever asked to dinner now, and he could had not meant to be untrue; she had not remember when he had seen Christold herself when first she had feared it tina in a new dress. The daily cares that it was impossible ; she would not and trials were beginning to tell upon allow her fears to conquer her. But her, he thought, when he noticed that now it was no longer a question of fear she was paler and more restless and —the blow had fallen; she was not sadder. For some time past there crushed—the pain had roused her to had been in the deportment or confresh strength; but yet she knew that versation of her mother and grandshe had been dreaming, that she was father, something to indicate that they now awake, and that she could never had conceived in their secret minds the dream that dream again, that no other possibility of a nearer connection with August afternoon would be to her what him, and from the time when he that past August afternoon had been; observed this, he had begun to enterthat she could marry neither this man tain the possibility of it in his own whom she loved, nor Bernard who had

and as bis sense of the dreariness always loved her : and at the thought of her situation grew deeper, there came of Bernard—of his happy confidence upon him in more palpable form the and his near return—tears for the first thought that he had the power to take time rushed to her eyes—tears of grati- her away from all this. Though he could tude and penitence and regret.

bring help in no other way, at least he could in this, if it would indeed be for

her happiness as well as for his. CHAPTER XI.

He was not in love with her; he had

seen her faults clearly enough, but yet Just at this time, when Christina could he was fond of her: he was pitiful and no longer halt between two opinions, he was kind, and if it were for her hapwhen she had made once for all the piness he would gladly have made her overwhelming discovery that she was his wife. But, then, was it for her hapno longer free, yet that she was no piness ? That was the question that he longer bound; no longer free to make asked himself again and again without a choice, no longer mistress of herself, obtaining any satisfactory answer. Anyand yet that she must break the bond thing, he thought, would be better than between her and Bernard, because she her present life. Was she not even now could not hope to give him what he losing her spirits and her youth, and the required,just at this time, when, bloom of her beauty, in the wearisome though the one thing remained sure, round of daily vexations? He saw that her mind was yet confused and waver she might have lightened her own buring and uncertain, a new complication thens had she set herself to the work ; arose, and a new element was introduced but first she had been too rebellious, into her life, which pressed a decision and now he thought she was tou sad. upon her, and made it no longer possible But, then, was it not possible that some to hesitate as to what she should do. brighter fate than that he had to offer Mr. Warde had of late been much at might be in store for her ?

Yet how, the White House. He had listened and where? He thought of her cousin; to Mrs. North's lamentations; he bad but surely, if there had been anything

ance.

more than friendship between them, her to make her lodger comfortable, and she mother, his mother, everyone would had provided some less serviceable but have known of it. And then he more ornamental articles of furniturethought of Captain Cleasby, but only two glass vases with drops, a shepherd for a moment. He knew little of the and shepherdess in coloured china, and intercourse that there had been. He a little mirror in a tarnished frame. did not see with the eyes of girls or Mr. Warde was not observant of these women, nor with those of a particularly things, but he had, to her great disobservant or sagacious man, and it did tress, remorselessly ordered out a small not appear to him that Captain Cleasby slippery horsehair sofa, whose elegance was likely to win a girl's affections un- constituted her greatest pride and glory. less under favourable circumstances.

“If you was to be took bad, sir," she His new subjects of reflection did not had said, deprecating his mandate that distract his mind ; they did not make it should be at once removed. his teaching less energetic, nor his “But I never am bad, Mrs. Jebb,” he ministrations less conscientious; but had answered, good-humouredly; and in his solitary walks, in his lonely then, before she could say anything evenings, they came across his mind, more, he had deposited it bodily in the and urged upon him decisive action. passage.

He was thinking of it all this evening Yet, in spite of this, though for the as he sat in his little parlour over the moment she was a little hurt, Mrs. Jebb baker's shop. He was sitting there honoured her clergyman, and would not after a hard day's work, with the sort have exchanged him for a less active of feeling that he had earned his rest; and less troublesome lodger. and at the present moment there was Christina had been quite right when nothing very clerical about his appear- she had said how much he was liked

He had thrown off his coat and and respected by all classes of his his boots, and was leaning back in his parishioners. He was not clever, he chair, with his legs crossed, smoking a was not saintlike, nor, strictly speaking, short pipe ; and he was meditative and a spiritual-minded man; but he was comfortable, though there was nothing honest and true, and kind and honourat all luxurious in his surroundings. able, a man who would always do his

It was a little room on the first story, duty, and would generally see his duty with muslin Vlinds and a box of mig. clearly. He was not wavering or per nonette in the window; and there was plexed even this evening, but he was a round walnut table, with a red cloth slowly and surely arriving at a decision cover, where stood the remains of his upon a point which as yet his judgment supper, as he called it,-a jug of ale, the had failed to decide for him. loaf of bread, some butter, and some “She shall not be hurried," he had cheese. There were bookshelves on said to himself, " and after all she can each side of the fireplace, filled princi- always refuse; she is under no compally with theological works, for Mr. pulsion.” Warde read little on general subjects, He did not expect that she should and was quite content to see the Times have fallen in love with him, for he twice a week when he went into had not fallen in love with her; but if Overton. There was a photograph of her heart were free, it seemed to him his mother over the chimney-piece in a that he might make her happy as his black frame, and two prints on each side wife, and if her heart were not free, why of it; and there was a large desk where then she had only to say no. he kept his sermons, on his writing These had been wearisome days for table : and these were his only contri- Christina. First, she had her battle to. butions to the adornment of the room. fight with herself; and the thought of

Mrs. Jebb, however, the baker's wife, Bernard, so often and so unduly absent was a good woman, and had

every desire from her mind in these latter days, was ever before her now : and then troubles A few months since she might have were coming fast upon them, and there told them that they need not fear for seemed to be no way of escape. They her—that at the Homestead, come what owed money, not large sums, but still might, she would always find a shelter ; money that they had no certain prospect but now she knew that she was shut of being able to pay ; then there was the out from this refuge far more effectually rent, and of late Mr. North had begun than if she had never looked to it as to say that they must leave the White her future home. How could she ask House. They could live nowhere more Bernard to receive her as a charity cheaply ; but at least there would not beneath the roof to which he had hoped be this obligation to be incurred with to bring her as his bride? And she too regard to Mr. Warde ; and they could had shared in his hopes and his projects. get some lodging near at hand, and dis- “I shall not forget you, Bernard; I shall miss Janet.

not change.” She remembered her words, Christina heard it discussed with and now they came back to her soundsilent dismay. The White House had ing strange and out of season as the not been a happy home; but, neverthe singing of birds in the midst of winter. less, there were many old associations For one moment there flashed across her which it would be hard to leave behind the possibility of going back, if not in and then she knew what a blow it would spirit at least in form, to the old footing. be to her grandfather, who was even To outward appearance it was all as it now so weak and failing.

had been. Who could say that she had He sat in his loneliness and sadness been untrue to him? Who could say and anger, dwelling upon his misfor- that she had broken her faith? No one tunes, and repelling sympathy. He had known of what had been; no one liked best to be alone, he said ; but if knew how it was now; she need never Mr. Warde came, he would see him. tell; she had been able, as she thought,

If only we had a man about the to hide it from everyone-why should house, or if you were married, Christina,” she not hide it now and for ever? It her mother said ; her lament taking the was a thought, sudden and powerful, like same form as Mr. North's: “but here we a temptation. She was all alone on the are, and your grandfather so ill, and he moor, and she sat down and leant her head may die any day for anything we know; upon her hand, and looked out over the and then, what is to become of us ? I wide level expanse of heath with besure I don't know.

If only I wildered eyes as if seeking for counsel. thought you were cared for, I believe It was perfectly still—a grey sky overI should not mind anything.'

head, and the brown heath on all sides “Why should you mind about me her, with the lizards darting round about, now? I am not afraid.”

and the dragon-flies flitting over the “Because you don't know what it is to pools. There was no counsel to be had, be alone in the world, Christina. You nothing but stillness and solitude ; but could not stand by yourself—what could get after a few minutes her forehead conyou do? You don't know enough to be tracted, her eyes ceased to wander, she a governess, and if you did, your grand- clenched her teeth, and rose suddenly father would rather you should die than to her feet. work for

your
bread. If only you were

“No, no, I cannot do it," she cried to provided for, I believe we should both herself. Whatever after sorrows she die happy."

might have to endure, that temptation Yes, if only she were provided for ; was overcome, and could never assail no matter how ! How dismal it sounded ! her again. Her mind was made up, And Christina took her hat and went and she set out to walk home, for now out on the moor, less troubled, less rest- she was some miles from the White less, less impatient than she had been, House. but far more quietly despairing.

When she reached home, she was

am

a

an

pale, tired, and sad ; but she was no and well cared for, and then it will not longer unnaturally agitated or restless ; matter what happens to us.

Of course one thread of her complicated and tan you are surprised at first, but don't look gled life had been broken and could not like that! Look at me, Christina, and be joined again. And though it had say that you are pleased.” brought her much happiness which she Why does he want to marry me?" must now put aside for ever, though said Christina; and though she did turn there was much to regret, and a fear of her eyes upon her mother, she did not coming trouble, yet was it a relief to change colour, and her voice was as coldly know that she need no longer strive to indifferent as it had been before. interweave it with the others.

“He has pitied you for a long time," “Christina,” said her mother, meeting said Mrs. North ; "he has taken such her in the passage, " where have you

an interest in you. You have often said been all this time? I have wanted you how much you like and respect him. very much. Your grandfather is better. He is not a very young man, to go into I think he is dozing. Come in here, transports; but when you are my age, my dear; there is no occasion for you to Christina, you will know that such go to him now, and I want to ha things mean nothing. I be eved in little talk with you.

Mr. Warde has them once, and what has my life been? been here. He saw your grandfather, Yours will be very different, for your and then he came in to me. He would happiness will be based, not upon a have liked to have seen you if you passing fancy for a pretty face, but had been at home; but he said per upon the enduring affection of haps on the whole it would be better honourable man.” not, and then you might have time to “It is very kind of him," said Christhink over it. He was very anxious tina, more softly; and there was nothing that you should not be hurried; but, contemptuous or ironical in her tone. Christina, I think you must have guessed “Yes, it is kind, Christina. You can before now. I thought perhaps it might hardly judge how kind it is now, for be somonly I was afraid of saying any. you don't understand the burthens of thing—but is it not odd that I should married life. He has spoken to your have said this very morning how I grandfather, and you can hardly imagine wished that you were married, and then what a change it has made to him. You this afternoon that he should come and shall not be hurried, Christina ; you shall say that he wants to marry you?

have time to think: we will not talk of “He wants to marry me!” said it any more to-night; but you will reChristina very slowly. She had been member all that I have said, Christina ; standing whilst her mother spoke, but and I believe, my child, that you will now she sat down by the table, and not disappoint us. Oh, Christina, I leant her arms upon it, and looked at would do much to save you from such the opposite wall with eyes that had in a life as mine has been !" them nothing of pleasure or pride, nor There were tears in her eyes as she yet of fear or shame, but were simply kissed her child, and they went to Chrissad and indifferent as to any new thing tina's heart : she thought of them more which she might hear.

than of her mother's words; and she “Oh, Christina, I do hope you are thought of the pleading look which her not going to be hasty. Just remem grandfather had given her when she ber what I said to you this morning. wished him good-night. It was a look You ought to be pleased, I do think. of entreaty, so opposed to his usual Just think what it will be to your manner, that it could hardly fail to make grandfather to know that you are safe an impression.

To be continued.

337

THE JABBERWOCK

TRACED TO ITS TRUE SOURCE.

BY THOMAS CHATTERTON.

the words Post-Obit and Dead Letters To the Editor of MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE. were distinguishable.

The Spirit announced himself as HerSIR-I was invited by a friend, one mann von Schwindel,

-a name doubtevening last week, to a séance of less known to many of your readers ; Spiritualists; and having been reading and he complained that the celebrated “ Through the Looking Glass" before I

Jabberwock was taken from a German left home, I was much astonished to ballad by the well-known author of the find that the first “communication Lyre (he spelt it Lyar; but this is not made to the party was on the subject surprising in a German ghost using the of that work. How it had reached English language) and Sword.

) And he the Spirits, was not clearly made out. proceeded, with great fluency, to rap Among many indistinct rappings, only out the following verses :

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1 The English version of the poem, as it appears in “Through the Looking Glass,” is here printed side by side with the German, that the reader may see for himself how close a resem: blanco (unaccountable on any theory of mere accidental coincidence) exists between the two.

ED. M. M. No. 148.--VOL. XXV.

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