SERVICES."
THE "DOUBLE AROSTICS FOR THE evoko, they do not describe; like other spells, they are effectual only in a charmed circle; and, like other spells, to outsiders, they are apt to sound mere gibberish. And this is the reason why dialogue in books can never be what is called natural; for art has to concentrate into one made of expression what in real life is conveyed us by a thousand. And, even then, how often the result is a failure! What poet's art," he went on, preparing a sigh, that made his satin necktie creak, "what poet's art can supply the waut of a woman's living eyes, or the personal memory of one's own relations with her?"
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AUROSTIC XV.-2ND SEMISS, "I'm afloat! I'am afloat o'er the billows
roam,"
Whilst under the water I feel quite at home, When daunting in air, I am not hard to
woek,
Though if caught by the foe, I appear rather
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All is fish that comes to my not- I put away safely whate'er I can get.
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One cannot live on India's coral strand "
Unless this little word should come to hand That is to say, it aids our daily speech - And lies within a "Griffin's" easy roach.
2.
Dealing in numbers yet I use extremes, Badly confusing many a student's dreams.
3.
"Surely," said Lady Di, "if, as you say, any age can make love, nuy savage can make eyes also. And you, Lord Surbiton, ought to be above such suvagery."
You mistake me," said Lord Surbi- ton, who had meanwhile been fixing his own hollow eyes upon Mrs. Crane." "I said that any savage could love; not that every savage could make love. The latter is a rare social accomplish ment. The former a universal pri- vate misfortune."
"Yes," said Lady Otho pensively, with a charming expression of sadness, I suppose love on the whole does cause more sorrow thou happiness. If girls never fell in love, they would never run away from their husbands, and then half the misery ono hears of every year would be spared one."
Aud yet, my dear," said Mr Fitz- patrick, life would be a very shallow I thing without its sorrows."
This light reversed! oh I only take a peep Where stables yield the "steroorageous heap."
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Chiefly known at school or college, A common source of classic knowledge.
3.
Though not my " métier" to appear in front, Of many a struggle do I bear the brunt.
6.
▲ merobant's terror, aye, and mother's too To bear it well you'll find but very low.
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My bones in Irish boge are mostly found, Though my descendants in some parts
abound.
YORICE.
HUMAN HAPPINESS.
I said just now," said Lady Di, that we had none of us ultored anything worth remembering. You, Lord Sur- biton, have at any rate freed us from that reproach."
with us, Mr Marsham, are you not?"
Are you? murmured Lady Di, who was standing close beside him. "I had hoped you would have stayed with me for an hour or two, for I want your help so very much in the library."
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But to offer love to those who have lost religion, is to tell the poor to eat jam-tarts, when thay cry to you that they have got no bread."
let me beg you wait for a single mo- nothing in this life that it would make "You cannot by reason," he said, you think it worth while to make your ment, whilst I watch the delicious you miserable to miss, your labours for "cure love as a caprice; bus the love, heart clean to receive them."
"Say no more," she exclaimed im- orange-leaves, as they move and murmur others will be but the dull round of a which is a caprice only, is not the love over me, against the clear delicious sky. treadmill. Our own inner lives and you speak of. And love as an absorb-petuously, her voice at one moment Let us have a moment's golden silence-foves must be the light of our world foring and life-long devotion, which takes almost breaking with some ambiguous as golden as those happy hanging each of us; and if the light, my friend, into itself a man's whole ambitions and fealing; "you are talking about what
that is in us be darkness, oli how great emotions-love like this, reason assur- you know nothing of, and you are. orange-orbs.'
He leaned back with his face turned is that darkness! But I do not yet edly can quench-for those at least trying to hide your want of all natural upwards, and watched with a dreamy despair of you. Some day or other, who have no faith to sustain them. affection under the pretence of a desire intensity the sky, the fruit, and the foli-you will learn to love, and then the Such love, you say, is the sub of the for an affection above the natural. You Yes," he exclaimed suddenly, whole aspect of things will change for inner world. You are mistaken. It is have never known love. You are too age. again turning to his companion, who you. The old sense of life's worth and not the sun, it is the moon. The moon mean and shallow-hearted to be capable had been watching him as he had been solemnity will come back again; you is human affection, but the sun is divine of it."
“Just now," he replied, “I believe watching the orange-trees; "you are will again be eager, again an enthu-faith. You, who are a Catholic, forget
all this; for you know nothing of the that I believed myself, or rather, I did right. I am changed. I have forfeited siast, and again, perhaps, a poet." by this time all claims on the friendship I have told you," Mid Marsham, loss from which others are suffering not care entirely to confess myself. I once had from you. You liked me that I have known love already, but
Lady Di, I have known the feeling you once because I was young and impe-it had for me none of that magic power
speak of in all its glad and in all its sad intensity. For days I have gone almost tuous, and because I would quote poetry that you give it credit for."
"Tell me," said Lady Di, tremulously,
fasting, and for nights almost sleepless, by the hour to you. Now, I have no
I forget nothing," she said ungtily, for the love of one woman. eagerness, no enthusiasm left in me;"when was that? Was it before you
Her being and without that there is no poetry knew me, or was it afterwards? You I am a Catholic, it is true, and I trust seemed to have entered into mine-her But thought into my thoughts. She was a possible."
said you were more full of romance I value my religion properly. when I knew you first, than perhaps I religion has nothing to do with the viewless presence for me in the flowers, present question. You are beginning in the windy mountains, and in the suspected.".
I was indeed," said Marsham," for the matter at the wrong end. If you moonlight as it lay floating on the the very time I was here, I knew the want to be a religious man, you must midnight ripples. When the very veins very feeling that you say would save first be a man; and you are not a man in my temples throbbed, and I felt their me, but which in reality has done so if you do not know how to love. How pulses, it seemed to be her blood that. very little. I was in love-in love as will you love God whom you have not was beating in them."
"And yet," exclaimed Lady Di bit- deeply, as madly, as ever you could re-seen, if you do not love your brother.
whom you have seen ?"
terly "all the time you felt this for commend me to be."
That doos but mean," he replied, another woman, you could loiter here that if the tree is healthy it will bear with me to all appearance quite absorb But why," she said, after a pause, fruit; not that we can have fruit with ed in my company, and hanging almost You are like a lover on every word I utter. It did you tell me nothing of this? Did out having a tree to bear it. not deserve your confidence? Were confounding two things. Love is either is lucky, Mr Marsham, that my affec you afraid to be quite open with me?a sacrament or a self-indulgence. If it tions were never set upon you. God be the former, the very essence of it is save me from the insult of devotion such Oh my friend, do not be afraid of me."
Surely," said Maraham," I told yon that it points to something beyond as yours, which is distracted from its all I could. All the subjects that had itself; and its power, in that case, must professed object by even attractions so any common interest for us, I discussed die if our belief in that something poor as mine, and which is equally false: freely with you, as brother would with ceases. If it be the latter, it is a feel- and contemptible in either case." sister. But brothers are shy of telling ing only--" sisters their love-affairs; and so I was shy with you,"
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And yet," she said, "you looked happy enough this morning; and whenever I hear of you, I hear of you as enjoying yourself."
"Ah!" he answered, "but I did not tell you I was miserable. I should be far more interesting person if I were, both to myself and others. But I have not even energy enough to be em bittered or disappointed. Life, I find, is not the thing I thought it was; but I feel no anger at it, because it has deceived me. 1 merely smile at myself for having been the victim of the deceit. Where is my anger, where is my hate gone? Some of my old spirit would return if I could only recover these. Can you advise me, Lady Di, how to recover my anger
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"Would it not be more to the pur- pose," she said hurriedly, "if you asked how to recover your love? If you had ever been really in love, you would
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"Surely, Lady Di," said Marsham, A feeling only she exclaimed; looking into her eyes oftly, “you yes, indeed, it is a feeling only, but a should not be hard on me for the col For some moments she was mute. feeling so rapturous and so sacred that lapse of any affection, when it was Suddenly the fashion of her counten- it needs nothing beyond itself, except caused in a great measure by your own ance changed, as his meaning dawned our thanks to the God who gave it charms, and by your own large sym- on her. And," she began, you were God the giver, who at such times pathies. It was you who helped to in love with some other woman-with willingly stands aside, that his children shatter my poor ideal by showing how the lady, I mean," (she corrected her- may enjoy together this precious and much there was in womanhood that my self angrily,) "who had the honour to most perfect gift."
ideal did not comprehend; and as I "Surely," said Marsham, "this is a gradually grew to see this more clearly, lose your affections as soon as she had completed to you the full gift of her strange view for you, a Catholic: You I seemed like a man waking from a confidence! Indeed, Mr Marsham, if profess a faith which teaches you that fevered dream, I seemed to be finding your affections are of that kind, I do the one thing really worth our living myself and my save judgment again, not wonder they have failed to reveal for is the love, not of woman, but of which I had so long lost." the earnestness and value of life to God; and though human love is indeed He stopped. She took her eyes from you. And so you latter yourself you recognised, and blest by it, yet for those his; her head drooped, and she remain- were in love, at that time-really in who would be perfect, it points out a fed for a long while thoughtful.
strange by what simple magic the world love, do you? My poor friend, you more excellent way." make me smile to see how you deceive
of a woman's heart is not seldom go- But verned-how a word will turn the whole yourself. I should have thought that a achool-boy would have known life better.
sea of her thoughts from sweet to bitter, The poor phase of feeling you were
and from bitter again to sweet! When then passing through, I had known
Lady Di spoke once more, her manner and done with three years before. Time
was wholly changed. She laid her was when I left my heart behind me at
hand upon Marsbar's arm, and said every country-house I stayed at; but it
sweetly and regretfully, "Forgive me; "I think St. Paul," said Marsham, I have been very hard on you. was sure to come after me in a day or
"would smile if you told him that; so, hour is not yet come, my friend; and two, like a sponge-bag or washing bill; and foolish girl though I was, too, would St. Augustine; and they, that is all. But it will come soon, I never really thought that trifling to be both of them, I believe, are high autho- feel a strange assurance; and it may love. Myself, I have never loved. But rities with you."
come too, perhaps, when you are least Lady Di fixed her eyes on him with I know that I know what the passion is,
expecting it." a look of soft compassion. "My poor because I am so sure I have never felt friend," she said, you are very youngit: and so sure also that you have not. we Dever can judge them by our
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"We cannot all be saints," she said; it was not meant we should be. it is the same intense and fervent nature that is common both to the lover and the saint: nor was there ever a great saint, who, had he but just fallen short of sanctity, would not have been a great lover instead."
"They are," she said; "but they lived in different times from ours, and
men are denying the supernatural, He should have made it up to them by disclosing to them how divine is the natural."
Your
She rose, as she said this, with a slight shudder.
It is turning chilly," she said. Suppose we go indoors. At sunset it is so much colder than at night."
The following beautiful song is given Hollow and vast starred skies are o'er
US,
Waves and moonlight melt before us,
Bare to their blue profoundest height.
Into the heart of the lonely night..
oursman;
See how the diamonds drip from the
oar !
"All sorrow is experience," said Lord Surbiton," and goes to make us into men and women of the world. Passion," he coughed out slowly amidst a general silence, is a great educator; but its work only begins when it itself has left us. I have observed, and I not-" think with truth, in one of my own ro- Have occasion, you would say, to mances, that a woman of the world lament that my disappointment was not should always have been, but should bitter enough to me." never be, in love. She should always "Do not laugh," she said gently, bave had a grief, but she should never "for I am speaking to you with all have a grievance. She should always earnestness. If you had ever really he the mistress of a sorrow, but never loved, life would never seem a blank to its servant. The happiness of society, you. It might, indeed, be bitter; but as I have observed in another place, even in the bitterness there would be is based on the pains of private or something holy; and you would never, domestic experience. But our hours," never sink to the shallow ennui that you he added, “of such perfect happiness, now say oppresses you." aro, alas as fleeting as they are exqui- "It is not so," said Marsham, getting site; and as we are most of us on our more animated; for I know what love way to Monte Carlo, your musical clock, is, and that too has failed me. It has Lady Didi, warns ne that we must soon failed me, like the rest of life, and for be moving."
the same reason. It is but the frag ment of a far greater loss. When you You knew me I was full of romance. little guessed," he added with sorae feeling, "how full." Lady Di flushed crimson, and her breath came quickly. If I have," said Lord Surbiton, "I" But you knew me," be went on, "not, am sincerely sorry. The best conver- as we both of us thought, in the sunrise sation is never worth remembering. It of my maturer manhood; but in, what is a delicate rose that will not survive really was the sunset of my youth, nud for an instant the stalk it grows on. It of the faith that my youth had lived is a fine champagne that sparkles and on." rejoices us for the moment, but whose excellence we are never so sure of, as when we find it has left no trace of itself next morning."
still, and all this dejection means merely Why, at the very time you speak of, own standards. Catholic though I am, "And if true conversation," said that you have not found the right were not you loitering here with me, I believe as firmly as any free-thinker Marsham, as the company were rising, person. You have lost your faith in finding pleasure in my society, and that an increasing purpose runs through _A_walled Italian_town_(Lam vo forger),"is like good champagne, true love is God, have you ? It is a great mis hanging over every word I uttered," the ages, and that with the process of Once stormed by that foul monster, Caesar like bad." False and true taste equally fortune doubtless. But many true. And why should I not?" said Mar- the suns the thoughts of men widen. in the same article:--
Borgia.
well at the moment, and we only detect hearted men and women have suffered sham. "You were a woman of taste Love as we know it as it has pleased that true when we find that it has made the same; and have loved each other and intellect. You bad thought and God we should know it was not known" our heads ache afterwards."
none the less perhaps even the better read and discriminated, and I could dis- in the days either of St. Paul or of St. It has been a growing "Very well put," said Lord Surbiton for it. And your case, if you please, cuss things freely with you that I could Augustine. with a low chuckle, as Marsham was enn, of course, be the same as theirs. with no one else. What, according to revelation made to the modern world; helping him into a huge overcant lined If you will only learn of me, I may, I your view of the matter, are the con- and to me, who believe in God, it seems with splendid sables. You are coming think, be able to help you. I have tents
of a true lover's vows? When he a strange instance of his providence, Row, young careman, row, young heard of the life you lead, of the idle says to a woman 'I love you, does that that just at these present days, when selfishness and the frivolity of it, of mean also, You understand all my your perpetual restless search after its thoughts? or does it else mean I will shallowest pleasures. I have heard of never harbour or utter a thought that the people you associate with of the you are incapable of understanding? women like Mrs Crane, and of the men Why, it takes two or three people to "You might as well say," he replied, Marsham looked doubtful and disap- like Lord Surbiton. I have watched understand even the meanest person-"that He made up to them by the moon pointed; but Lady Di was invincible in to-day your manner amongst them; and ality. And because one woman had for the complete extinction of the can." such small social manovres; and in the picture I had formed of you is, my genial sympathy, can this show you
"Not the extinction," she said, "but " See how shadow and silver mingle the withdrawal merely few words with Lady Othe the whole see, a true one. Yourself, your affec- that another had not my love?
Here on the wonderful wide bare sea: Surely the thing had been settled.
tions, and your interests are as light as "Heavens!" she said impetuously moon shines for us, whether we believe And shall we sigh for the blinking
ingle "And what," said Mrs Crane con- a butterfly's wings, but as weak and as "do you know so little as to think that the sun exists or no." The entertainment seemed altogether fidentially; will Countess Marie think inconstant
Sigh for the old known chamber—we? also. You are moving were a man in love really he could "Yes," he said, "but the inner Over to be a complete success. Conversation of you, Mr Philip, when she promised through the world without one earnest endure to be absent, without accessity, universe is not like the outer. was quick and sparkling all round the to sing your boat-song to-night as we thought to guide, or without one earnest a day from the woman he was in love the outer we have no power, but over table; and long before a break-up was came home on the water ?"
work to anchor yon. Is it in that way, with? No: he is never happy when the inner universe we have. This last needful, regrets were to be heard that
"Never fear about that," said Mar- do you think, that faith is to be re-away from her. All amusements, un- is for each one of us, in part, our own there need be any break-up at all. sham. "You are to pick me up here at covered? If you would ever believe in less she shares them, are vapid; and to creation, and just as it was the Spirit of "He was a wise man, Lady Di," the landing-stage at the bottom of the the supernatural, you must first give give to another one of the inner thoughts God that brooded over the chaos of exclaimed Lord Surbiton, a poet, a dip-garden; and meanwhile give my friend your affections some stake in the of his heart would, he feels, be sacrilege. matter, fashioned out of it this fair" lomat, and a dandy of the last genera- my best remembrances, and tell her I've natural. Or," she continued, looking They are all sacred to her; they are all order, so is it in each one of us the spirit tion, laying a jewelled hand on his stayed behind here to discuss theology." into his eyes inquiringly, "if your hour precious for her sake. They are flowers of faith in God, that broods over the heart, and repressing a hollow cough,. I thought," Mrs Crane whispered, has not yet come, if you have not yet in the garden of his soul which he chaos of the affections and fashions out he was a wise man who said that the it was flirtation you stayed behind for, discovered the woman that will wake plucks lovingly, one by one, for her of them the feelings which you call so olimax of civilisation was the getting and not theology!"
up all your sleeping manhood, you can and for her only, and which he labours holy. When a man loves a woman as together a certain number of knees un-. "I never knew," he answered, "that at least do what is the other half of to keep sweet and taintless, that she you think he ought to love her, does he der one piece of mahogany."
the two had much in common. How your duty-you can work for all those may lay them in her own bosom." love her body only, or her soul also? "Or two pairs of lips," said Mar-ever, I suppose, on second thoughts, all depending on you; you can help to pro- "If that is love," said Marsham, Does be not look on her as a being who, aham, "on a single ottoman."
false and useless things have a certain mote their happiness."
"I have not only never known it, but though she is bound to him, yet is "Or fifty pairs of hands," said Mrs. family likeness."
"I am a rich man now," said Marsham, I hope I never may know it The bound also to something above himself? Crane, "round a single trente-et- Lady Diotima reads poetry to her "and, as you say, I have many depend woman I loved could not read Greek Does he not feel that the woman's soul, quarante table."
cousin, and otherwise endeavours to leading on me. But how do you think I plays: you could. And will you say as Goethe says, leads him upwards and "Any savage can love," said Lord him up to the higher life in which he behave towards them? To you I seem was not in love, because I was not onwards!" Surbiton, "and any savage can gamble; might be ennobled by adoring her; but only an idler, and a pleasure-seeker. prepared to renounce for ever all sym- "He does," she interrupted; "and but it is only civilised man that can with doubtful success :---
You know nothing of the dull and weary pathy in so refined and so harinless a can yon understand all this.so well, and really talk. And, therefore, a charming Under the orange trees they sat down hours that I give to business; the dal taste as the Athenian drama?" yet not see what a pearl of price is in and accomplished hostess, whe alone together in silence. "Do you find me and weary weeks that I spend at my "This is not a matter," she exclaim this life offered you " can make conversation possible, is much changed, Mr Marsham?" she at own place in the country; the pattyed, "for reason and logic. The king.
"But what will happen," he said, properly speaking, the high-priestess of last said abruptly.
wretched details with which I occupy dom of love does not come with obser- "suppose we believe there is no Soul, civilisation."
In her face he did find her changed; myself, that I may do what is called vation. Your heart, not your head, that there is no Above, and that there "Now, come, Lord Surbiton," said and that was all he was thinking of my duty by all to whom I can be of must reveal it to you. But if you have is no Beyond? This it is that the mo- Lady Di, "and let us consider that for But he could not say this to her; and any he is indeed so?" she said. "And to convince me, then God help you! sation in this case, that we are moving
help.
no heart, as you are doing your best dern world is believing. And the sen- 8 moment. We have all of us here to: so he answered "No": day been, no doubt, most charming, Perhaps," she said, with a faint do you mean to say that you find no Why, love in the inner world is what upwards, is of no more meaning or But has one of us uttered a serious smile, that is because you have not pleasure in the in the thought that you the sun is in the outer; and if your in- value than the feeling in a dream, that we thought, or said a single thing worth cared to observe me closely. But I are making others happy ?"
ner world is a sunless one, I could no are falling miles downwards, when in remembering? Our talk would seem have observed you; and you are chang "If I did not do what I could," he more show you that life was a precions reality we are all the while in uneasy very pointless, I'm afraid, if it were ed, at any rate. No, not in your face, said, "I should be certainly miserable. thing, than I could show you that the rest upon our pillows. Again, I tell
FAWHITT has recorded a curious, experi written down."
for as far as that goes you look fresher But to do all I can, does but save me sea was blue at midnight."
you, you are confusing two things: you ment on the resonance of flames. A tuning "Precisely, my dear lady," said Lord than ever, and far less thoughtful-or from that, and preserve me on the dull "Reason," said Marsham, cannot are confusing love the sacrament with fork struck upon the table and then held Surbiton, "and for this reason. In fine perhaps it would sound better if I said, dead level of painlessness. I am not kindle love; but reason assuredly can will last its day without any religious in the tip of the flame of a Bunsen burner. love the self-indulgence. The latter until it sound was inaudible, was placed conversation the mere words are but a thought-worn. Tell me," she added, enthusiastic even about my own-life quench it." small part of it. The magic of these presently, "do you ever write any Why should I be enthusiastic about the
faith, it is true; just as the bread and The sound came out again loud enough to depends on that viewless world of asso- poetry now?"
lives of others ?""
"Nonsense!" she cried contemptu- wine of the Eucharist have taste and be heard at some distance. Bie Willam Thompson explains this result by mapposing ciation that is born, and dies with each "I have written," he said, "a few "You are right," she said, "you are
ously.
being for believers and unbelievers that the fame acts as a resonator owing to special day and company. They are jingling rhymes for music; but except right.. If you can see nothing in this
"What man can hold a fire in his hand equally, but it depends on your belief, the differences in the density of the gasnos like a spell, and incantation; they that, nothing for five years. But wait, life worth winning for yourself, and
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus P and not on your natural senses, whether I which it contains,
Mr. W. H. Mallock contributes a paper called "A Dialogue on Human Happiness" to the Nineteenth Century, and a great deal of it is in his happiest style. The scene is laid at a villa near Nice, whereof Lady Diotima is the chatelaine. There has been a breakfast party→→→→
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What of the shore and friends? Young
oarsman,
Never row us again to shore.
“Are we fain of the old smiles tender? The happy passion, the pure repose? True, we sigh; but would we surrender Sighs like ours for smiles like those?" now young careman, far out yonder, Into the crypt by the night we float; Fair faint moon-flames wash and wan
der,
Wash and wander, about our boat ! "Not a fetter is here to bind us,
Love and memory loose their spell y Friends of the home we have left behind
118,
Prisoners of content, farewell!
“Row, young oarsman, for out yonder, Over the moonlight's breathing breast; Give us no pause to pander: Rest not.
All things we can endure, but rest t
"Rom, young oarsman, row, young
oarsman!
See how the diamonds drip from the What of the shore and friends? - Young
varaman, Never rom us again to shore?”
THE family-tree of a Tezas family shows branch on which several members have bean bung for borrowing horses.
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