that; but she tugged as hard as she much doubted whether Wasp ever had could, just by way of letting him know either. The brute was rushing blindly that she was there, and, finding that her ahead; she made a despairing and fruitefforts produced no effect whatever, made less attempt to steady him; then she shut the best of what could not be helped, sat her eyes. Immediately came a crash; a well back, and wished for the end. Even sensation as if the whole world was in that moment of dire distress, she foundbreaking up into fragments, a brilliant a grain of comfort in the reflection that display of fireworks — and the next thing she was in no danger of heading the fox. of which Miss Brune was fully conscious Thundering down a declivity almost as was that she was sitting in a ploughed steep as the proverbial side of a house, field, with her hair hanging over her face, with the ground flying from under her and the hills and sky revolving in a most like running water, an aspiration flashed extraordinary manner round her. across her mind, akin to that in which the After wondering for a moment whether unfortunate bricklayer is said to have she was dead or alive, and satisfying her. found time to indulge between the top of seif that her head was still upon her a Parisian scaffolding and the pavement shoulders, she raised herself on to her of the street below, “ Oh, mon Dieu ! knees; and perhaps some people would pourvu que ça dure !!" “If nothing hapo have profited by that position to return pens between this and that !” she thought. thanks for deliverance from sudden death. By “that” she meant the slope on the Nellie, however, must have inherited the further side of the valley, where, suppos-instincts of a sportswoman; for the first ing that she ever got there, she felt toler- thing that suggested itself to her mind ably sure of being able to check her head. was not this obvious duty, but the expe. long career.

diency of catching her horse, whom she But, alas! Wasp bad thought of that saw at the other end of the field, trotting too; or, if he had not thought of it, in-round with his head in the air, and in a stinct told him to head down the valley, state of bewilderment evidently quite and to round the base of the hill behind equal to her own. Some people, again, which the red coats had vanished. Some would have been very willing to let that how or other, he and his helpless load headstrong beast go his own way, and reached level ground; somehow or other would not have cared to give him a second — Nellie never knew how — they trav. chance of breaking a Christian neck; but ersed a road, a ditchi, and a small brook ; this was by no means Nellie's view of the and now they were racing across a stretch case. She knew that Wasp would have of open country, and were gaining upon had quite enough of running away for the last of the horsemen. But owing to one day, and that, if by any means she some inequalities in the ground, only the could contrive to hoist herself upon his heads and shoulders of these were visible, back, he would let himself be ridden bome and in a minute or two the tops of their as submissively as could be wished. hats had disappeared. It was then that To catch a loose horse is, however, one Nellie became aware of a new peril, and a of those things which are more easily more formidable one than any of those determined upon than carried into execufrom which she had escaped. Directly tion, and the difficulty is not lessened before her was a ragged black hedgerow when the pursuer happens to be in a which looked both high and thick; and somewhat unsteady condition as to bead since nothing but a glimmer of grey sky and legs, and to be further encumbered could be discerned through it, it seemed with a torn riding-habit. Nellie plunged evident that there must be a drop of un- across the furrows as best she could, and known depth on the other side. Nellie when she got near her horse, called him took this in at a glance, and at the same by name; whereupon he cocked his ears, moment a sickening suspicion of wire neighed, and waited for her to approach. crossed her mind. Although this was her He then flung up his head, and went off first experience of following the hounds at a gallop. Nellie now proceeded to (for Mr. Brune had old-fashioned preju- stalk him patiently and warily into a cordices with reference to the appearance of ner, he lending himself to the design and ladies in the hunting-field) she had often watching her movements with much apridden across country with her brothers, parent interest. When she was within a and was not afraid of any obstacle of few yards of hin, up went his head again, moderate size; but she knew that she had and away he cantered into another corner, never been over such a big thing as this whither she laboriously followed him. in her life; and, what was worse, she very | This maneuvre was repeated for the

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space of half an hour; at the end of his own presence. It was not until she which time Miss Brune's patience and had assured him at least a dozen times strength alike gave way, and she felt very that she had received no hurt beyond a much disposed to sit down in the dirt and few scratches, and that all she at present cry. Wasp, too, had seemingly become desired was to find some means of reachtired of the game. There was a gap in ing home before the spectacle of the the hedge at the further end of the Held riderless grey sliould have frightened her which a less stupid animal would have father out of his senses, that he consented taken advantage of long before. He now to give an account of himself. He was scrambled through it, and was promptly staying at Longbourne, he said. He had lost to sight. The thunder of his retreat- come down quite suddenly, finding that ing hoofs was heard for a few minutes; he had a few days at his disposal; he had and then there was complete silence and ridden out after luncheon, in hopes that solitude.

he might fall in with the hounds, but had “What am I to do!” exclaimed Nellie, failed to do so, and was now very glad half laughing, half crying. Her hat was indeed that he had failed. a shapeless ruin, her habit was in rags, “I suppose Mrs. Winnington and Edith her face was bleeding from the scratches have come back," observed Nellie, who of the briery hedge, she was covered with bad now had time to bethink herself of mud from head to foot, and she was a many things which the first sight of a good five miles from home. As to what friendly face had driven out of her reshe was to do, that was a question which membrance, and whose manner had condemanded no long consideration, there sequently become much more formal. being only one thing to be done: she “No, they haven't,” answered Tom, must make her way home on foot. But, glancing at her quickly; "they are — although Miss Brune soon realized this somewhere or other. Margaret told me necessity, she was not at all so sure that where it was, but I'm sure I forget. Why her strength was equal to the task that should you suppose they had returned ?” lay before her. She began to feel the “Oh, I don't know; I thought perhaps effects of her fall in aching limbs and a they might," answered Miss Brune with swimming head, and the exercise which ostentatious carelessness. “I wish I she had taken in the last hall-hour had could get home somehow; my father will reduced her to something very like com- certainly think I am killed.' Can't you plete exhaustion. However, she stum- suggest something?” bled out of the ploughed field, crossed a * Well — unless you were to ride my pasture, and ere long struck a faintly- horse. But you could hardly do that.” marked track which she knew would lead “No, hardly. There is a farmhouse her across the downs to Broom Leas. about a mile further on which I could

The experienced novel-reader will per- easily find my way to; and if they only ceive that the moment has now arrived knew at home that I was there, they could for the introduction upon the scene of the send for me. Couldn't you ride on and deus ex machina ; and sure enough be- tell them ?” fore Nellie had plodded a quarter of a “ Yes, I could do that, of course," anmile between the cart-ruts that marked swered Mr. Stanniforth slowly, and with her path, he duly made his appearance in evident reluctance. “ But I don't think the form of one whom she had supposed you ought to be left alone here." to be many miles away at that time. In “Why not?” inquired Nellie, turning her sorry plight, dignity and convention- an astonished pair of eyes upon him. ality were burdens too petty to be remem- " What harm could possibly happen to bered: accordingly, when the equestrian me? I should be so very much obliged who was approaching her at a foot's pace if you would go on as quickly as you can; pulled up, and exclaimed, in accents of it would be so much the best way.” stupefaction, “God bless my soul! is that “If you tell me to go I must go; but I Miss Brune?” she replied with unaffected feel sure that your father would much warmth,

prefer my seeing you into a place of “Oh, Mr. Stanniforth, I am so delighted safety. You really are not fit to walk

I to see you! I began to think I should without help, and if you will allow me to have to lie down and die in a ditch." give you my arm

Mr. Stanniforth had at once dismount. Nellie said she was perfectly well able ed, and was too busy inquiring into the to walk by herself, and required both her nature of the accident that had befallen hands to hold up her habit. Miss Brune to give any explanation of “ And besides,” continued Tom, “my

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getting to Broom Leas a quarter of an “Well,” she said, laughing nervously, hour sooner or later can make very little " you have seen me now, and it is to be difference. Either your horse has gone hoped that you are satisfied. I sincerely straight back to his stables, in which case trust that no other stranger will see me he is there by this time, or he has gone for at least a week.” off in the other direction - which from “But you don't call me stranger, do your account seems more likely and you ?” asked Tom reproachfully. And, will probably be heard of next in Cray- getting no answer to this query, he con. minster. Do let me take you as far as tinued, in a low and slightly hoarse voice, that farm, and I promise you that the “Miss Brune, I am generally considered moment I have handed you over to the to be a tolerably ready speaker ; but there farmer's wife, I will be off to Broom Leas are some things that a man feels too like the wind.”

strongly about to be able to express in Nellie did not give her consent to this the best words; and I don't know how to arrangement; but, as she did not withhold say what I am going to say to you, though it either, Mr. Stanniforth let well alone, beaven knows I have thought about it and said no more. They walked on, side often enough.” He paused for a moment. by side, in silence for some little time, “There is a great deal that might be said and then he took up the conversation at about difference of age and — other the point where it had been broken off. things," he resumed, “but perhaps you

** Did you mean to say just now," he will understand, without my mentioning asked abruptly, “that it must have been it, that I fully feel the force of all that, in order to see the Winningtons that I and that I am not making use of any conhad come here?"

ventional form of words when I say that "Really, I had not thought much about I know myself to be not nearly good the matter. It wouldn't be very extraor- enough for you. Only this I can say for dinary if you had come here in order to myself, that I never loved any woman but see them, would it? I thought you liked you in my life, and never shall. It is them so much."

rather odd for a man of my age to be able “ So I do,” he answered resolutely; “I to make such an assertion ; but I don't think they are very nice people espe- know, after all, why it should help me cially Miss Winnington. But it wasn't to much. It all comes to much the same see them that I came here, all the same." thing in the end. It's just a case of yes " Ob!"

or no.” “ If you care to know why it was that I Having put the case in this very ex.

plicit manner, Mr. Stanniforth stood' still, “ Thanks; I don't care to know at all,” and paused for a reply. interrupted Nellie hastily; for in an in- Now to be driven into a corner is what stant she bad guessed what was coming, no woman likes; and Nellie considered and she was determined to stop it, if she that she had especial reason for resenting could. “Where have you been since you such treatment. left these parts?”

“If I had supposed for one moment Had she known Mr. Stanniforth as well that you were going to speak in this way," as some of his colleagues in the House of she said tremulously, “I should not have Commons knew him, she would have been allowed you to walk with me. I don't aware that to stop that excellent man think you ought to - to have taken adwhen once he had made up his mind to vantage of deliver himself of a statement was to the “But is it to be yes or no?" persisted full as hopeless a task as to pull up Wasp this somewhat peremptory wooer, too in mid-career.

eager for his answer to notice the ap"All right," he answered cheerfully; peal made to his generosity. Only “then I'll tell you, though you don't care tell me that, and I won't say another to hear. I should have to tell you sooner word.” or later, and why not now as well as at “Oh, dear,” exclaimed Nellie, bursting any other time?

I came here because I into a rather hysterical laugh,“ how ridic. hoped to see you.”

ulous this is ! I wonder whether anybody it was then that the impossibility of as in the world but you would ever have suming a cold and majestic mien with a dreamt of choosing such a time as this broken hat cocked rakishly over one eye, to: to mention such a subject. I can't and a countenance disfigured by many think of anything at all, except of how scratches, made itself painfully manifest dreadfully tired I am. Is that the farm to Miss Brune,

over there? Oh, I hope it is."

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“ But, Miss Brune Nellie - won't | dear me! what a speculation that would you just tell me whether it is to be no ?” have been, when you come to think of it!

Very well, then,” cried Nellie, stamp- I suppose Tom Stanniforth will be one of ing her foot in exasperation, it is no the richest men in England; and, upon of course it is no! I didn't want to be my word, I believe he will be one of the disagreeable, but you will have it. It is best husbands too. I don't grudge Mrs. no; I can't say anything more."

Winnington ber luck; but it must be con. It was true enough that she could not fessed that she does have luck." say anything more. The agitations of the Nellie made no answer, except to point day had completely broken down her self- out that it was long past bed-time. control at last, and, despite all her efforts, the tears had forced their way into her eyes. It was all that she could do to avoid disgracing herself by bursting into audible weeping:

From The Gentleman's Magazine. But Tom Stanniforth, who was looking straight before him, did not see these What if to Thee, in Thine Infinity. signs of distress. Not another word did

These multiform and many-colored creeds

Seem but the robe man wraps as masquer's weeds he speak until they had reached the farm.

Round the one living truth Thou givest him — Thee? house and he had delivered his charge What if these varied forms that worship prove into the hands of the farmer's wife. But

(Being heart-worship) reach The perfect ear

But as a monotone, complete and clear, just before he mounted his horse he held Of which the music is-(through Christ's Name) Love? out his hand to Nellie, and said,

Forever rising in sublime increase

To-'Glory in the Highest – on earth peace.'Good-bye, Miss Brune. I shan't bother you by letting you see me again NOTAING can be more strangely diverse till you have forgotten all this. I am than the impression produced on the mind sorry if I caused you any annoyance just by the motley faiths of Africa, to one now; and I know you are kind-hearted coming direct from the comparative unienough to be a little sorry for me too. Itformity of worship in Europe, or to one was quite true, what I told you about my returning from India — a land which (in never caring for anybody else. I hope addition to harboring all these) claims you'll believe that, and that you'll forgive thirty-three million deities of its own. me if I have seemed a little presumptu- To the former, the medley of MahommeI had to say it, you know.”

dans and Jews, Copts, Armenians, Greeks, Nellie nodded, being unable to find her and all other Christian varieties, seems voice; and so he rode off, and was soon so strangely incongruous — while to the out of sight.

latter, the absence of idolatry, and the Late that evening Mr. Brune, who had knowledge that all these nations are worscoured the country far and wide in search shippers of one God, seems to raise them of his daughter, and had thus been spared to one broad level; and though, practithe shock of encountering Wasp, who cally, we know too well how they hate one had trotted quietly back to the stables, another, and wrestle, and jostle, and fight remarked that Tom Stanniforth really for the corpse of truth, still, we remember seemed to have behaved with great sense that one golden thread does run through and consideration.

all their creeds; and though the land is “ I shall always like Tom,” he said ; "a divided in its observance of holy days – true gentleman' in every way, whatever Friday, Saturday, or (in a minimum de. you may say about his pedigree. I can't gree) Sunday, the mere fact of obedience understand what you find to dislike in to the same commandment seems somehim."

thing of a bond, which, theoretically, “I don't dislike him," answered Nellie should link them all together. humbly; “I think he is very kind.”

As a mere question of scenic effect, it “ But you look down upon him, Lord must be confessed that these more solemn knows why! One gets odd ideas into forms of worship, and the abhorrence of one's head; I suppose it's a sign of old all manner of graven images, do disapage creeping on,” continued Mr. Brune point the eye which has become accus. niusingly; “but I couldn't help thinking tomed to grotesque and curious forms, to-day what a capital thing it would have masses of rich carving, and gaudy probeen' if you and he had taken to each cessions; and has forgotten its first feel. other, and if he had married you instead ing of disgust and horror at the puerile of Edith. Don't make faces, my dear, I absurdities of a gross idolatry. am only indulging in speculations; and, As you wander about in Cairo every


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new turn brings you to the door of one pocket just as often in the West as in the of the four hundred mosques, which seem East, and for much larger coins – the to take up a vast proportion of every only difference lies in not being asked. street; their domes and minarets are all One of the mosques to which unbe. more or less diverse in form and decora- lievers are not adınitted, is the Mosque tion; most of the minarets are octagonal; of Flowers, where a carpet of superb emhaving many galleries, and richly moulded broidery of gold and silks is annually balustrades. Often the walls bear in- worked with infinite reverence, and is sent scriptions from the Khoran, and very to Mecca as a covering for the tomb of the intricate arabesques. Still, on the whole, Prophet. Though commonly called "the there is a great sameness in them, and holy carpet,” this Kiswet é' Nebbee is the eye wearies of the perpetual lines of really a curtain. It is a hanging of rich red and white paint. The interiors are, silk, on which sacred sentences in Arabic also, much alike, simple, solemn, silent, are embroidered in gold, and it is designed and for the most part carpeted, instead as a lining for the Kaaba, which is the temof the polished marble of the Indian ple of Mecca, the holy of holies of the mosques. On one side, a deep recess, Malommedan world. I believe that Rob. called the kiblah, marks the direction of erts (who, when painting in the East, Mecca, and shows the devout Mahomie adopted Eastern raiment) was one of the dan where to turn his face. There is also few foreigners who have ever found bis a mimbar, or pulpit, where lies a copy of way into this most holy workroom ; but the Khoran, whence the imam expounds his presence being detected, he was comto the faithful.

pelled to fly for his life, and was considAll the "show" mosques, which are ered fortunate, indeed, to have escaped frequented by European visitors, keep a paying the penalty of lis rash curiosity. supply of woollen overshoes ready, to When the sacred carpet is to be deslip over their dusty boots, which is con- spatched, about forty thousand pilgrims sidered equivalent to removing them, and accompany the offering, which is borne by more 'convenient; not a very "outré” a sacred camel, led by a very holy dermark of respect to Eastern customs; vish, “the great Hadji.” nevertheless, one which, with the rude This vast concourse of people encamp British habit of despising everything for on the plain, beside the Mosque of Haseign, occasionally gives half-fledged lads san; then passing through Bab e Nusr an excuse for "chaffing ” quiet, dignified (the Gate of Victory), the pilgrimage of greybeards to an extent very annoying to the Haag starts on its long, toilsome witness. It is never pleasant to see your journey. countrymen assuming an utterly false po. Halting first at Birket el Haag, the lake sition, and certainly no more perfect type of the pilgriins, they make their way by of dignity and impudence could well be slow marches till they reach the peninsula found, than occasionally shocks both eye of Mount Sinai, and ihence travel through and ear, when a wretched little Briton Arabia till they reach the holy city of (too often possessed of snub features, and Mecca, where it is theoretically supposed clad in ill-cut broadclothi) presumes to that seventy thousand pilgrims, representgive himself consequential airs with these ing all the Mabommedan nations, ought stately Orientals, who invariably treat to assemble to witness the ceremonies of him with the courtesy of conscious supe. this great festival. It is said that, should riority. But if this sort of thing is dis- the faithful fail to muster the requisite gusting on ordinary occasions, it is tenfold number of worshippers, the angels assemworse when you come across it in one of ble to make up the missing number. these grand, solemn mosques, for it really The pilgrims march in procession seven seems as if travelling Britons could not times round the Kaaba, and kiss the most recognize "holy ground” anywhere, save holy black stone, which was held sacred in their own chapels.

by the Arabs long before the days of Of course, the turbaned men invariably Mahomet, who deemed it prudent to expect a tip; but for that matter, what adopt it, and to cause it to be built into would the verger of a cathedral think if the corner of this most sacred shrine. you failed to produce this customary trib- One curious ceremony is practised the ute ? After all, the petition for "back. day before the pilgrims reach Mecca. sheesh” is only equivalent to the old En. They ascend the sacred Mount Arafat, glish cry of “largesse;" and though that where they offer sacrifice, to commem. word may now be obsolete, the custom orate the sacrifice by Abraham of the still prevails, and the hand goes to the ram in lieu of his son Ishmael (aot Isaac).

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