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 fistv-i*, RIFT AND SPRAY, IlovE and vengeance among the SMUGGLERa Thb Most Fascikatiko Ocmas "ELovusck Smci th Days ot COOPKS AKD MaBTATT. CHAPTER XIV. ItheGhustthat Pabalyzed the Pirate. (^;erall had not known h9w the catastrophe •1 the boat of the Spray had been brought 'hontâ€"O't perhaps, he would have shrunk little from Ben Bowline, who had been the ^atriver of it. He would not have been nite iible to enter into Ben's' views and ^iea3 as to how far you may carry a princi- s shying horses "'"'^^- suppose, though, I may be permit pie of self defense. B-il it was an immense relief to Gerald to I i^ able to leave the deck. ^iu hail released him from the gag and I put i-^' handkerchief in his own pocket, and »hen ierald ceaohed the state-cabin of the Bit:, rts it was called, he was at once, receiv- ili'.i the arm.s of Captain Mocquet, who, uhiie, he rubbed the region of his stomach, jXi.Iaiiued •' S.icre, mon ami I I shall call one mor- t,il-"Ahat you say â€" duel that Monsieur J.vjks.in. I do not like de box." â- â-  ".Vhat box " said (ierald. • i)is box," replied Mocquet, as he dealt (.tiiid a feeble blow in the stomach.. • Uh I understand. Marie â€" how is poor Je;u- Marie " •• '^he sleep like one mouton that is, small -n hat you call him â€" lamb. " â-  Where is he I will have him up â€" I will have him " roared the voice of Captain Doliu at this moment, and there was a scuf- din:r noise at the hatchway. •' Uolan " said tierald. •' Sacre " said Captain Mocquet. '•He shall yet come on deck. He shall vet fire on the schooner 1 I have sworn it " 'He comes " said Gerald, faintly. "An- itlv I strugi;le with that man Oh, heaven, liirojt me. Is he, indeed, or is he not, my father "' •â-  Hold, Captain Dolan " was now heard in the voice of Ben Bowline. " We don't l.e!ieve it "' 'u â€" don't â€" believe â€" it And pray, Ben ISowliiie, what is it that you don't be- llieve V" " That Gerald wrote to the port ad- iiiral." "Indeed!" "Oh, that's all very well. Captain Do- lan, but Martin and I don't believe." " Martin and you are two mutinous ras- als and I will speak to both of you another ha!â€" teil to go into my own cabin t" •Wdl, as to thatâ€" " '• ()h, much obliged to you â€" ha much obliged "' Tiie rapid sound of Captain Dolan's de- scending footsteps came plainly upon the of lierald and of Captain Mocquet. Till.' latter seized upon Gerald and, fling- open the sliding-door of the little berth niiorc Marie slept, he dragged him in with im and abruptly closed it. It was at that moment Captain Dolan :e;ii.hed the cabin. .â- \.ll was darkness. Coining out of the faint night-light â€" hich, iifter all, is ever a sort of light in the ' for you, ipeu air, and gleaming from the surface of .J.\v sea â€" the darkness of the cabin of the tRitt was something very impenetrable and profound to Captain Dolan and he paused n tlie threshold as a man might pause on ".he liiink of a well. He had been very much bruised by his ill ilowu tlie forecastle hatch As no bones icic broken, he had managed to crawl up, nth such an accession of savageness and i-e about his heart and brain that he was ipalile of any act of cruelty y.m. Tlie crew of the Rift he dared not, he nil knew, raise a finger against so his ::!t idea was to make Gerald feel the ei,'!i: of his vengeance. •• Hilloa Ti'.ere wa: â- â€¢licrald, X I ,1'iswe ••knlkin iit'.ithatâ€" .â- ;r. hilloa ' he said no reply. say -oh ;%!\i-^' :J decidedly better, but not ' liw intellect " ' or prudent *^do, that will do. now who invented brandy? Some great genius, I should say but whoever he was ^d luck to him say I. But he's part wish- ing good luck to, of course, for bnuo^y haa been invented ever so long ago so, of course, the worthy indivitual is dead â€" dead. Well, we shall all be dead some day, when our time comes; but I don't want my time to come. Oh, no, no I have made too good a thing of smuggling and of the Bift alto- gether to want that. I shall be a great gentleman yet, if I look sharp and don't run on any rocks. That's the thing to do. It's decidedly good." These last words applied to another draught of the brandy. Dolan, then holding by the table in his cabin, glared about him with a ferocity of expression peculiarly his own and thoughts of murder came into his mind. " I don't see," he muttered, " why I should be troubled ^th Mocquet, as I shall be troubled. The sooner he is out of my way the better for me. He will go on shore else, and there will be no end of bother. I am here with him â€" here alone, except the boy, and I don't care what he says or what he sees. I will have him hung and Sir Thomas Clifford, the admiral of the port, shall see that even-handed justice is done and then I will write him a letter â€" oh, such a letter Ha ha â€" such a letter Oh, what a letter that will be Ha ha Oh ha ha I Good gracious " Dolan very near choked himself with the strained laughter that came over him at the idea of what a letter he would send to Ad- miral Sir Thomas Clifford. It took him some time to recover, and then he looked at the panel that would slide back and open a way to the berth leading from the cabin, and the deadly hyena-like ?lare flashed from his eyes again and he plunged his hand in the breast of his apparel as he said " Captain Mocquet Captain Mocquet I want you, if you please. I know perfectly well where you are and I want you, Captain Mocquet " There was no reply. " Oh, you won't speak. You won't come out and see your old friend, who has trans- acted business with you for so long. Well, perhaps we will find some way of making you. Captain Mocquet," The silence was still unbroken. ' Ah, you pretend to be asleep â€" ^you and Gerald. You are perhaps thinking that you will resist me â€" that both of you have got into a sort of citadel, where you are hid. You will find yourselves mistaken. Captain Mocquet, I say " Dolan thought he heard a slight more- ment on the other side cf the panel and he dropped on his knees by the table and took a pistol with a long, bright barrel from his breast and leveled it over the table, shutting one eye, as he thought, very slowly, so as to take good aim at Captain Mocquet when he should make his appearance. ' ' Are you coming Are you coming, my dear Captain Mocquet I am waiting There is no dangerâ€" not a bit â€" not a bit. Yet, stop I want to say some- thing to you. I was nearly forgetting â€" very nearly forgetting. Will you give me that order for the twenty thousand francs Eh Will you give me that and then I will tell you where your little daughter is Good, that I will tell him where his little daughter is and then he can have no com- plaint against me. Ha, ha " Dolan was just under the influence of the ardent -spirits he had taken sufficiently to and oppres- have lost hi? discretion, andl to utter aloucl his secret thoughts, as well as those which he wished to keep to himself so that Cap- tain Mocquet and Gerald, by both listening attentively, heard much that otherwise they could only have faintly guessed at. " hilloa " â-  They did both listen most silently. Marie slept. It was strange what a deep slumber had come over the young girl but it was, per- haps, to be accounted for by the fatigue con- sequent upon the brief cessation of the ordi- nary current of life, when she was all but drowned, after the sinking of the Co- quette. Certain it is that she slept soundly â€" neither the confusion upon the deck of the Rift, nor the firing â€" both from it and from the Spray â€" iior the struggle that had taken place with Gerald, wherf he was forced upon the deck, had sufficed to awaken her. But in her ?leep she had a sort of con- sciousness of that latter tumult. The young girl had moaned sadly when the faint echoes of Gerald's voice came to her in her dreams and she muttered some few inarticulate woras and her eyelashes had become drenched with tears. But the noise had ceased and Marie had slept on as before. She slept still. Captain Mocquet and Gerald were close to the panel that opened into the cabin, but they had no notion that Dolan was pre- senting a pistol to that panel, which, at the caprice of a moment, he might discharge, possibly to the injury of Marie. Had such a thought as that passed over their minds, they would not have hesitated a moment to sally out and confront him. As it was, Gerald whispered to Captain Mocquet " I had better go to him and speak to him." "Nonâ€" non. I shall." "Not you, sir! Have you not heard that his threats are directed Skgainst you. Me he reserves for some future fate, which will give him more satisfaction so for the jHresent, I am safe." Dolan spoke again. " Now I give you fair notice â€" ^both of yon. I will have you out â€" out at once As for you, Gerald, I willâ€" ha ha !â€" I will think of you but you. Captain Mocquet, I may as well settle with at onee. Come, now about that little girl of yoursâ€" what will you give How muchâ€" eh If I tell yon where she is, how much will you give?" The stillness was now unbroken lor a few moments and then Dolan cried out in a voice "I tell you, Mocquet, if you don t come out at once and .speak I will shoot you through the panell" «« j3i. " said Mocquet, and he made a st^ forward but Gerakl topk him by the arm and drew him back. I " Noâ€" no. I wiU go I I wonder " Nonâ€" non I" It was either her Other's voice or Gerald's which at this moment bn^e thtou^ the jnx)t;M:ted idamberB of poor Vxpa, T^C^ifliA ifgIish«apaMdliw«yM,aiMlii«r iScawM that she was in her own little cot on board the Coqaitte. It is aatoniihing Kpw the mind inA, wiChotit cons^ti^toe concep tions, revive wliat it has oondnded exists, without dispute. She f inrgot, for tiie moment all that had h^peaed to separate her irmn the Frendi logger n- U itdtrec^y floated oru' her half •^rakeBedvecoUection, it was but like the faint remembrance of a dream. With precisely a similar action to that she had used wlule on board the Coqnette, Marie stretched forth her hand and touched the brass handle of the sliding door she drew it open, and glandog from the berth in which she lay, she said " Bon jour, mon cher pare. On sommes- nons " Now these were the precis words she hjtd uttered when Captain DoUm first Saw be^ln the cabin of the Coquette, while bent upon his plundering expraition among poor Cap- tain Mocquets lockers. The attitude, too, of the young girl was the same and around her waist hung the same bit of edging to her night-dress, which he had noticed when her arm was out- stretched to open the similar little diding door on board the lugger. The lantern â€" ^by which Captain Dolan could see now well about h'm in the cabin â€" sent a full ray through a hole in the side, upon the face aud formâ€" partiidly rising from the berth â€" of Marie. The resemblance to the last occasion on which he had seen her was very complete. If death itself had breathed with its icy sighs upon the heart of Dolan he could not have been more completely paralyzed than he was at the moment. The confusion of his intellect ^ros rapid and complete and he could do nothing but still kneel by the table, and glare at what he could consider to be nothing else them the apparition before him. How was it possible to be other than a supernatural being who now met his eyes There was the girl whom he had met in the cabin of the Coquetteâ€" whom he could have sworn he saw go down with the French lugger. There she was, looking just as she did she uttered the same words, too and there was the little fluttering lace that hung by her waist. He hful happened particular- ly to notice that. You might have counted twenty slowly, while Dolan, with parted lips and staring eyes, regarded the fair image before him and then the agony of his fear, which else would have killed him, found vent in a howl of fright that echoed through the ship. He fell completely over on his back. He yelled again, and shrieked fearfully. He rolled to his knees again. He struggled half way so his feet. "Help â€" help! Have mercy upon me? Ben, Martin Oh, save me " He reached the hatchway on his hands and knees still yelling for aid or mercy he reached the deck and fell into the arms of the terrified crew, who, hearing such yells and shouts from the cabin, had made a rush to the hatchway to ascertain the cause. I- Oh, we will soon put an very soon Stop^ bit, Moc- Captain Mocquet, holloa. All was still. "So you won't speak, either No doubt u ,.;â- .â-  1 lotli agreed on tliat. But who knows ;â-  «â- â-  'u't liud a way to make you both speak •1. 'n,i who knows Come, now â€" I know .; oil' High that you are both here, so you â- y â- -•'Well speakâ€" eh ?â€" eh " All riie sound in the cabin was the hoarse ;l ' of his own words. 'Oh, very well, veiy well. Please your- â-  es, only don't think you will do any good Ji: Uon't make a rush at me lam arm- 'â- -lam armed " i "ij idea that such might happen came the craven heart of the ruffian and he â- tuel a couple of steps up the hatchway â- *• '~f the door. Hoy a light here " he said. " There -^ae, but it is out. A light here. Hoy ' -s 'A the crew brought a lantern down to ~i ukI lit it on the steps. 'Tlieveyouare, sir." "Tile Sprav, where is she?" •Uh, she'sâ€" why, there she is " lae report of a gun from the Spray suffi- answered the inquiry, but it was evi- Fpat the shot flew wide of the Rift. S ^eep on," said Dolan, " keep mi for the r,' J^J let her just see us go in." V^h shall be the last," he muttered, as f *^nt into the cabin again, and set the .j'*fn on the tableâ€" "this shall be the "• No more voyages in the Rift for A good round sum â€" twenty thoiuand ' Pk '^^ ^° ' '^^ Gerald hanged H ^t' ^*' ^* • w-hat glorious news [«« almiral when I teU him i^l^. ^e you " "*° glared around him in surprise «'^pt.y state of the cabin, and then Now,. ... glared nil ^i^ °^ *e little sUding-door to the °.»nJhesaid: fy wise that â€" very cunning. As if. not know of that. 0me out; How faint I feel ndy Another drop. This Oaken meâ€" very much shaken me, j,,-^' that is the thing." jjj^a found the case of liquors, and ,pecihunselfwith a deep draught rf more in his CHAPTER XV. The American Captain Catches a Glimpse OF His Lost Daughter. Once more we take our way to that little bit of beach, on which now the advancing tide was surging, and listen to the words â€" few now and f aint^-which were falling from the lips of the dying smuggler. Captain Morton was so deeply interested in every- thing that had been uttered by Hutchins, in relation to the child that had been saved from the wreck of the Sarah Ann, that the knock at the door of the hut had to be re- peated before he paid attention to it. The dying man heard it, howeveri It had all the effect upon him of a sum- mons to the grave. With a loud cry, he sprang up to a sitting posture in his bed; and holding out his arms before him, as though he would ward something off, he shrieked out " No, no not yet^-not yet â€" oh, not yet I cannot go I know you Oh, spare me yet â€" for the love of Heaven, and of Hea- ven's mercy, spare me yet Let me have time to repent. Oh, not yet I know you â€" I know you too well " " Who is it?" said Captain Morton. " Deathâ€" death I" " Nay â€" you are deceiving yourself." " No it is deathâ€" death " " Death does not come in a material form. Compose yourself and hope for the best. You may still seek for mercy where mercy is infinite." With a deep sigh the smuggler fell back upon his miserable bed and said faintly "Yesâ€" yes." Captain Morton went to the door, which at the request of the dying man had been closed, although it could easily have been opened from without. The captain flung it open, saying, as he did so " Who is there " There was no reply from the person seek- ing admission to the boat-house but by the dim, very dim light. Captain Morton could see that it was a young girl with a shawl placed over her head and pinned or tied beneath her chin, while the long ends hung down over her shoulders. " Who are you " he said again. " Whom seek you here, my girl " "Jabez." "Whois Jabez?'" "Hutchins, sir." " He is very ill â€" dying, I think^-and can- not see any one. You come fixm some of the cottages, I suppose " " Oh, no â€" ^no 1 have brought him this." She produced a little basket over which was a clean, white cloth and it was just at that moment, while the captain • had his hand on one of the handles of the little basket and the young girl still retained her hold of the other that the sullen echo of a gun and then of another came from over the sea, apparently far ofL " Ah " said the girl, " I fearâ€"" " What do you fear T" " Poor Geraldâ€" my poor Gendd O, God, be eood to him " The yonns girl started from the open door of the little boat-house, and then, suddenly pausing, she looked up into the night sky. A beautiful rocket rose high among ue clouds and then bursting, sent down a xain of emerald-colored spar^ It seemed as if some faint reflection from that\ ffreen rain of light found its wi^ to the fair fiice of the yoonggiii, for as (japtain Melton looked at it he could hardly pomade himsdf lliat it was not something ^sore Aaa nkortal in its beauly tiwt met nis eyes. A deep and stnnge f eding came over his heart and he knew not why or .wherefore. bat the tears rolled up in his eyes and he stepped toward the girl witJi his arms out- ntes^ifhed, with an immilM tocUn IwrtQ Uihtmiik wtai^ ootid nolle w^tood. ' The Bift I" she said, as she clasped her hands. ' It is tiie Rift " Another moment and, fleet as a du^nois, Bh« was gone. Alisht flatter of drkpery in the darkness and he oonld see no more of her. Gaptam Morton stood on the threab^ld of the boat-house like a man entranced, i "Whatisthis?" hennped. "Whyam I thus fnll of agitation *^y does my heart beat so rapidfy and Btrangely and why are myeyes filled wUh tears?* Me leaned againrt the side of the old boat. The tide, with a suturing hiss, was layins the beach, and he could hear the wind, with a meluicholy, dirge-like howl, battling with the waves in the ChanneL He strove to pierce the darkness with his eyes, but all in vain; no trace of the yoongprl coidd he discover. With a deep sigh Captain Morton re-enter- ed th hut. " I am very weak," he said, " and Uttle trifles move me. It is because I have suffer- ed so much." The basket that the j^ung girl had brought with her she left in the hands of the Captain, who now placed it on the side of the bed, as he said in a low voice, be- traying great exhaustion with feeling i " Hutchins, here is a basket, I suppose containing some delicacies for you, sent by some compassionate friend or neighbor. Do you hear me " Hutchins did not move. " Try to rouse yourself a little. Here is a basket, I say, which has been brought by a young iprL" The fight had got very dim in the hut and Captain Morton could not very well see that awful look of another world which was now on the face of the dying man. It was only in a faint whisper that ne could speak. "Comeâ€" ^omc â€" come " "Where? What?" " Nearer â€" nearer. Come " "Yes." "I â€" am â€" going now! I se^ the light. God it is lured and fearful and yet â€" yet-" •'Yet what? " I hear soft voices praying, and they utter my name â€" even my sinful name " "Be comforted." "Hush! hush! hush!" Captain Morton was silent and as the light slowly waned away, and got dimmer and dimmer, he could hear the breathings of the smuggler grow fainter. When the dying man spoke again, it was in a low, faint whisper " Did you say a basket â€" a girl?" "Yes." "With fair hair, and so sweet a look â€" " " I saw that she was fair, and very love- ly." " God God " " Some neighbor's child " With a writhing movement, the smuggler approached close to Captain Morton and in a strange, spasmodic way, he whispered to him " That was the child that was saved from the wreck of the Sarah Ann. Her clothes were marked with the name of Grace Mor- ton " Captain Morton cried out aloud " My child â€" ^my own â€" my little one Heaven My darling â€" my Grace " " You â€" you â€" ^you the father â€" ' O "I am â€" I am! I have come from afar over the sea to seek for news of this little one. I am Captain Morton, aud you speak of my child!" "Thankâ€" thank God!" Boom came the thunder of a gun at sea and the spirit of the smuggler fled. "Speak again â€" oh, speak again " cried Captain Morton. "Where is she? Where haa she fled? Oh, tell me! One. wordâ€" only one word " All was still. The frantic appeals of the father w^e put to an insensible clod. Then, with a wild rush, Captain Morton flew from the hut, and cried aloud " Grace â€" Grace my child my own dar- ling It is your own father calls you â€" your poor suffering father Graceâ€" my own dear one my own little one â€" do you not hear me Grace Grace Whither have you fled Your father calls you, to hold you to his heart forever and forever " With such shouts and cries Captain Mor- ton fled along the beach and up the narrow pathway that led to the town, and the fish- ermen and their wives, who had retired to rest, muttered prayers as they heard the frantic cries and the rapid footeteps. It is long now since we have set foot within the precincts of that sea-girt house, where first we descried the young girl in conversation with the old sailor, who had charge of the beacon ot the cliff, as de- scribed in the first chapter of this veritable history. We now return to that mysterious place. Joseph and the young girl are no longer on the top the cliffy They occupy a position on a sort of plateau, about halfway down the face of it, and they are both looking out to the sea. " Come, come. Miss Grace," said Joseph, " I advise you for the best. You will have Mrs. Wagner coming after you soon, and you know her." " I do know her, Joseph but I know that I am no longer a little child." " Well, no more you are, miss, if it comes to that but you know that your father â€" " " I will not call him father, Joseph." "Well, well, miss, don't then; and I can't say he's much of a father to you. What makes you shake so. Miss Grace, to- night You don't seem Uke yourself." "I hardly know, Joseph." I went, cottage a little time ago. "Yes, miss and Tom rowed yon along the little bit of coast, didn't he?" "He did. I went to take him the little basket of things that 1 always take him once a week." (to BB CONTnnTBD.) Emptj, Trampâ€" Are yon the proprietor of this hotel, mr? Pit^rietorâ€" Yes. Tramp â€" ^Will yon please ponch me nder the xiba as hard as ^oa oan? Proprietorâ€" Certainly â€" ^there, how'stiiat? Trampâ€" That'll do. Now, what Fm get- ting at is, don't jer want to liire wr a perambdUtin' dinner-gOBg} That lioller soondwbnld fetch peopfe down fri^'^e tmth story. -WjT; YABIECIES. ThU WdA tUte^bC tlie ai^ b ^iaie leaf of the maiden's tongue." 4 The standard of ednoation in Spain is vwy loi^ bat little mon thaa fweutjr-foar per cent of the population bdng aUe to rwul and write. Belgian faimen, without ^any niecial ad- Van^Mes, have fonnd the prodnction of flax profitable enough to'indnoe them to grow it m farereasing qmmtities for ligHsh markets RossiaiBthechief source of the flaxsapply of England, and the British East L^es of the linseed we import. Prussian state railways have for srane time past mnployed women as gnards at croasmgs. The work consists chidy of the closing and opening of the bars and the Ughtii^ and sweepkig of croasings, and the womeBin most cases are either m wives or widows of guards. Their daily wagM are, from sbcpence to ninepence. The cock partridge takes a share d nU ting on the nest, but ^riien the brood it hatched he feeds some yaids ahead of is, and takes care of number one, and leaves his mate to cater for the young ones. Young partridges newly hatched live almort «!• tirdv on insects, whidi the old hen finds for tiaem. When a bee has filled a cell either with pure honey or a mixture of pollen-dough' and honey, and has completra the lid, a drop of formic acid, obtained from the pois- on-bag connected with the sting, is added to the honey by perforating the lid with the sting. Numerous experiments show that this formic acid preserves honey and every other sugar solution from fermenta- tion. This pretiy story is told with regard to the origin of the Corinthian cajataL It is said that a loving nurse had placed a basket of toys, covered with a tile, upon the grave of a Corinthian girl, and that in the sprinfr. time an acanthus plant, upon wmch it stood, sent forth shoots covering the basket and curling over the tile, thus providing a model which was imitated directly by a celebrated sculptor of the time. The red clover is a veritable bee-puz- zle. Except the ordinary bumble-bee, there are no bees in our apiaries cap- able of extracting the honey which is secreted at the end of the long tubes of its flowers. To tap the gamerea nectar of a red-clover field it is necessary to procure a bee with even a longer tongue than that of the Syrian variety, and such a bee is said to be f oimd only in the East Indies. Coverings for the foot began with sandals. After these came shoes left open at the toes, then the wooden shoes of the ninth and tenth centuries, followed in the Middle Ages by shoes with long pointed and tum- ed-up toes, which sometimes turned up as high as the knee. Later, a shoe was worn with an exceedingly wide toe â€" so very wide that it impeded the process of walking. Queen Mary restricted the wearing of this by a proclamation which ran to ^e effect that shoes should not be worn wider than six inches. HEABT QUESTIOinHGS. BY JOHN lUBIE, TOBONTO. What stirs an emotion As deep as the ocean. And strong as the hills that tower above 'Tis the sound of a sigh, As the zephyrs go by. That tells in a breath the presence of Love I What is seen in the glance, As true lovers advance, That kindles a flame which never can die 'Tis a spark from above. Prom the altar of Love, Dropp'd unerringly down from on high I As the loviiig hands clasp. What is told in the grasp That quickens the pulse and glows on the cheek? 'Tis "the story of old," â-  In that loving enfold. The language of Love that words cannot speak Whence the tones that can thrill. Without effort or will. And woo the heart's fond admiration They are notes from the choir, ' With the golden lyre. Tuned by Love's sublime inspiration Oh from whence comes the bliss Of love's first fervent kiss. That rapturous outflow of feeling 'Tis a faint echoe given Of earth's foretaste of Heav^i, By fond hearts their fulness revealing Whence the breathings of soul That defies our control. Those sweet communings of heart witii heart? 'Tis a gift from above, 'Tis the token of love. Once possess'd, time or death cannot part Standards. The truest and fullest ooaception of right and duty which a man can form must benis standard for to-day if he is living a true and noble life, increasing intellkrenoe, wis- dom, and love will combiiie toform a still h^her and better conception for to-morrow. We cannot always dwell in an imaginative state, be it ev«: so pure and good nor would it be desirable. Work of nd and head rightiy absorbs much of onr time and thonghts. Yet all duty will be better per- formed, for the refreshins air and wide out- look gained b^ freqnenti^ dwelling on the heights â€" that is, Inr gaining and Perishing clear conceptions dt the right, the good, the tme, and ^htf beautiful, and Ringing all force to bear upota tiieir still further eleva- tion. A writor in a reeiSBt number atHhe Am-, memn KtUmniHtt gives an aoconnt A a^^swal. low which set the }iroken lew of one of its nestBnn, and afterwards oarelly bandased itwlSTiorse-hair. .f "" 'M I i -1 ^iMiMiliCiMiiitf^ttMiaiaiiiili i^^M