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INDEX.

NOVELS, ROMANCES, TALES, &c.

280, 336

Adventure in a Russian Convent: By Frances , Heroes and Heroines in the Eighteenth Century
Brown : 225

A Strange History : 187
Amusements of the Month : 51, 109, 164, 219, 276, House of Hazlewood : By Amelia B. Edwards : 264
333

How Paul Bubblebroke became Rich-in Imagina-
Answers to Correspondents : 56, 112, 168, 224, tion: By a Stray Waif : 254

Hygeia in the Autumn Woods and Waysides : By
Autumn Flowers : 209

Mrs. C. A. White: 129
Béranger and his Poetry: By Amelia B. Edwards : “ Judge not, that ye be not Judged”: By Ada Tre-
119

vanion : 133
Christmas Letter, The : By Silverpen : 281

Just down the Road : By Virginia F. Townsend :

125
Clock-work; or, More Nice than Wise : By Edith
Woodley : 84

LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES :-
Cuckoo, The (Meyer's British Birds) : 46

A Primrose Picnic : By Hannah Clay : 33
Day in the New Forest : By the Editor : 192

Fountain very far down, The: 319
Dependence; or, Fifty Years of Trials : 40, 96, 138

Kermesse, The: 144

Lost Jewel, The: 94
Emigrants, The: By Elizabeth O'Hara : 23

Mother's Friend, The : 201
English Stage, The; as it was, and ought to be : 81 Three Wanderers, The : 262

Leaves from my Journal-Rio Janeiro : By Cortez:
Fête Day in Paris, A : 290

222
Free Libraries and Museums for the People: By
the Editor : 325

Management of Boys: 166
Furs for the Ladies; and where they come from: 9 Margaret; a Village Story : By Elizabeth O'Hara :

201
GARDENING for July, 55; August, 112; Septem- Miss Mitford : By Maria Norris : 15

ber, 167 ; October, 223 ; November, 279; De- Monarch of Mountains, the : 230

cember, 335
Glimpse, A, of the Romans: By Frances Brown: Needle in the Haymow: By H. D. R.: 18

Niagara : 143
Gossip rom Paris : By our own Correspondent: 47, Noble Deeds of Women : 156
103, 159, 269, 327

OUR LIBRARY TABLE:-
HONEYCOMB :-

Amusing Library for Young and Old : 163
Absence of Mind : 221

Bouquet, The : 163
A Gentleman : 111

Ferns, The, of Great Britain : 275, 330
Art of Poetry : 335

Jana Bouverie: By Catharine Sinclair: 275
Average Duration of Life : 222

Land, Labour, and Gold : By William Howitt :

105
Birds in the Massachusett Woods : 111
Blessed be the Hand that prepares a Pleasure

Lays of Love and Heroism : By Eleanor Darby:
for a Child : 279

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Card-playing: 165

Lion of Flanders, The; War of the Peasants;
Christmas Gifts: 335

The Curse of the Village, and the Happi.
City of Damascus : 111

ness of being Rich: By Hendrich Con-
Dew: 221

science : 106
Female Education : 222

Mary Howitt's Illustrated Library for the
Genuine Philanthropist : 279

Young : 163
How true : 55

Memoir of the Rev. Sidney Smith: By His
Idleness : 55

Daughter: 94
Masons: 335

Merkland-Parlour Library : 271
No Good Deed Lost: 55

My Brother's Wife: By Amelia B. Edwards :

161
Origin of New Years' Gifts : 335
Public Benefactor: 221

Pocket-books, The : 332
Robin, The, of New South Wales : 165

Poems : By Bessy Rayner Parks : 331
Russian Aristocracy and Serfs : 221

By Mary Brotherton : 50
Tears and Laughter: 395

Story of the Seasons: By H. G. Adams: 217
Wonderful Feature of Civilization : 111

War Songs: By W. C. Bennett: 108

Westward Hol By Charles Kingsley : 210
Half-an-hour with Moore : 205

Our Village e 163
Herbert Trevor; or, the Root of Bitterness : 174,
235, 309

Passages in the Life of Giorgione Barbarelli: 27

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Perfumes, and where they come from : 195
Promised Legacy, The: By Mrs. Abdy: 67
Relics and Memorials : 197
Reminiscence of Cape Town: By Isabella Mupro:

87

Sea-side Talk: By H. G. Adams: 63, 123, 182, 250
Story of an Olden Play: By Silverpen : 1,57, 113
THE TOILETTE :-Costume for July, 54 ; August,

110; September, 165 ; October, 220 ; November,

278; December, 334
Traditions of the Baltic: 155
Treasures of the Wood and Wild: By Miss

Pinchard : 322
Trees and their Uses : By Maria Norris : 169
Vacation Rambles—Chertsey and St. Ann's: 304
Who wrote “ God Save the King ?" 316
William and Eulalie : 151

Work TABLE: By AIGUILLETTE,

Berthe in Imitation Honiton Lace: 93
Cigar Case: 150
Cigar Case, in Application : 39
Corner for a Handkerchief: 319
Cover for a Table: 318
Crochet Anti-macassar : 37
Crochet Trimming for Petticoat : 93
Embroidered Collar : 204
Embroidered Habit-shirt: 147
Embroidered Smoking-cap : 38
Fruit-tray Couvrette : 92
Lady's Purse : 149
Maltese Lace Sleeves : 148
Medallion Collar: 261
Mousquetaire Cuff, in Embroidery: 38
Netted Anti-macassar: 205
Point-lace Border : 204
Sleeve Trimming in Point Lace :
Watch-hooks : 260

POETRY.

At Inkerman: By Calder Campbell: 61

Lay, A, of the City : By Ada Trovanion : 303

Lines: By Y. S. N.: 62
Bachelor's Confession, A : 62
Ballad of the Elf-King and the Faire Ladye: By

Moment, A, looked upon and lost : By Fritz: 259 Y. S. N.: 132

Nevermore : By R. S.:8
Bark's Return, The: By Ada Trevanion: 186 No Gas—No Gas: By W. C. Bennett : 229
Beauty of Childhood : By H. C. St. John : 8

October : By Ada Trevanion : 249
Choosing a Flower : By Ada Trevanion : 80

Poor Woman, The: 122 Coming to the Point: By E. C. W.: 200

Proem : By T. Buchanan Read : 203 Common Flowers : By R. A. Cox: 146

Project of the Day, The-A Charade-By Mrs. Complete Angler, The : By H. G. Adams (with Prometheus : By J. Albert Way: 7

Abdy : 150
Plate): 308
Cruel Spring-time: 122

Sands of Dee, The (Kingsley) : 62
Cry, A, from the Beleaguered City: By H. G. Sirens, The : By J. Albert Way: 117
Adams: 80

Song : By W.C. Bennett : 203 Dead Love: By Mary Brotherton : 229

Song of the Serf: By T. B. Read : 234 Deep Sea Bells, The : By Mrs. Abdy : 289

Sonnets : By Anne A. Fremont: 26

By Calder Campbell: 158 Echoes: By Ada Trevanion: 118

By Mary Brotherton : 154, 173 Epitaphs for Infants : By W.C. Bennett: 118 Sportsman's Pic-nic, The: By H. G. Adams (with Family Circle, The (with Plate): 154

Plate): 208

Stanzas: By Anne A. Fremont : 303 God speed the Couple well : By Mrs. Abdy : 173

Starting for the Moors: By H. G. Adams (with Good Thoughts: By Anne A. Fremont : 146

Plate): 259 Heartsease, The: By N. C.: 186

To a Sister on her Birthday : By N. C.: 158

To Béranger, on the fall of Sebastopol: By W. C. Italian Ballad Singer : By Ada Trevanion : 8

Bennett : 302
Japanese Bridal Veil, The : By Mrs. Abdy: 17 Winter's Wind, The : By M. D. S. : 203

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clear, he spoke unreservedly. Safe in the street, and possessor of the ma- “ The poor child looks ill, Beck —very. A nuscript, the ballad-girl hurried onwards towards little nervous, and out of sorts; and I've been Paternoster Row. She was aware of Alice Stow's saying I'll send for old Tobias-though his love for Ruthven, and of her exceeding grief at charges," and here Cratch made an immense his disappearance; and therefore her mission face" are tremendous ! But the child won't thither was for two purposes—to deposit the hear of it; 80—." He made a pause here; precious manuscript with the one that would be and in the balance thus sought between parsimost tender of its safety, and to stay tears that mony and duty, Alice's negative prevailed. were being uselessly shed. True, she would give “Oh! she doesn't want Gilpill nor his phyno exact information as to where Ruthven lay sic,” said Beck; “I know something that 'll so sorely ill, as might be presumed to be from bring her round; and if I add to it a little Mr. Tickle's inquiries ; but be appeared to be at gruel, and tender nursing, she 'll soon be least yet alive, and this would afford some de- well.” gree of consolation. The ballad-girl further “ I think so," smiled old Cratch at this nonsuspected that he lay concealed somewhere in prospect of a summons for Gilpill ; " but I Grinder's house; and the idea of the hidden should say that the gruel should be plain-no room at its rear occurring to her, she deter- butter- no wine-no nutmeg; such things mined to seek Mr. Chirpster on the morrow, causeth fever.” and enlist his sympathetic services, which she "Perhaps so," replied Beck, drily; "though knew an amount sufficient to purchase a dinner I know thou likest them added to thy own gruel, at the next ordinary ould easily do.

Mr. Cratch. But leave me to concoct my Tapping at the kitchen-door already spoken kitchen physic in the way Alice loves. Thou of, it was opened by Mistress Beck, who fancy- hast supped, and Dick the apprentice hath caring for the first moment that the girl had come ried thy pipe into the parlour. to sing, and thus earn a supper, or otherwise on Cratch obeyed this broad hint to retire, some little errand for Bobkin, spoke and looked though a little sullenly, muttering to himself as in a degree crossly, for one whose nature was so he shut the parlour door, “ that Beck had not genuine; but as soon as Jill had whispered only grown saucy and extravagant, but was enRuthven's name, and asked with much humility couraged by Alice.” to speak to Alice, the shadow on her face passed As soon as he had thus disappeared, the away, and she bid the girl step in.

housekeeper, accompanied by Jill, passed up a “ Thou inayn't go upstairs just this instant,

back staircase to Alice's chamber. she said in an under-tone, “ for the old man's

charmingly decked, according to the taste of the with her, persuading her to have a doctor, though period, with oval mirrors, small oil paintings, if she do there 'll be fuss enough when the bili grotesque china, and shells; but the richest comes in. For though Mr. Gilpill is one of the treasure it possessed — its girlish mistress very nicest little gentlemen as ever drew a tooth looked really ill. She sat crouching to the fire

chair-a perfect picture, in her short or gave a powder, and the dear child is right ill, because of taking on about Ruthven, thou, my Flanders' lace crowning her radiant hair; but,

overgown of scarlet, and toy-like cap of costly lass, be much the likeliest doctor.”

apathetic from grief, she neither turned nor In a few minutes old Cratch's shoes could be spoke as Beck came in. But as soon as that heard creaking down the staircase; in another good soul had knelt beside her, had bent the he made his appearance. In the brief interval, young girl's head tenderly towards her motherly Mistress Beck took the precaution to hide the heart—had momentarily hushed her there-had ballad-girl in the neighbouring pantry, as her whispered her lover's name-had said the kindly presence might have raised divers suspicions in ballad-girl, of whose voice and noble change of

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fortune there was so much talk, was come, and gently asked the ballad-girl to come and sit on a at that moment in the room with her, to give stool at her feet. her tidings of Ruthven - this apathy of grief * I would rather not, madam,” replied Jill, in and long suspense was changed into the greatest a voice expressive of deep humility.' " 'There is excitement. Pushing Beck aside, she rose, as à difference between us which I, rather than if to meet the ballad-girl, who still lingered by thou canst, comprehend. But I will come near the door, as though diffident of venturing fur- thee for a minute, for I have that to give thee ther.

which thou wilt prize." So saying, she brought “ Come here

e-come closer-come, sit at my forth the Play from beneath the little cloak she feet, and tell me about Mr. Ruthren." She wore, saying, as she did so, how she had pretottered as she spoke, for she was debilitated served it. and ill; at which Beck, with the tenderness of “ I know not how I shall reward thee, Jill," a nurse, wound her arms about her, and placed said Alice, again bursting into tears; but this her back again in her chair.

time they rained gently down. Jill, thus spoken to, came forward, but not By kind thoughts of me, madam. I have nearer than the counter-side of the little ebony heard much from Johnny Bobkin of thee, and I table which stood near the sick girl's chair. covet thy good opinion."

“ I would rather stand here, madam," she “ Thou shalt bave it, child, and my regard too, said; and then, in a low voice, she proceeded to but not unless thou sittest here at my feet. But tell what little had been discovered with respect stay a minute, let me look at what thou hast to Ruthven, and what earnest friends were brought, and at his hand writing; and tell me anxious for his fate.

again all thou knowest about it, for I knew that But interpreting this to be worse than what Mr. Ruthven had writ a play, but he was too was said-thinking that these scanty tidings of modest to say mueh touching it.” his illness were but to prepare her for the reality Well, he read it to thy uncle, as I told thee of his death, Alice's grief became intensified into at the time,” said Beck, - and a pretty groanwild despair ; and brer sobs and exclainations, ing he made over it, as he always doth when bis as she wrung her hands and struggled against purse is in the way. But just on the other the restraining grasp of excellent-bearted Beck, hand, Mr. Tobias, who was a listener, said it must have been heard by the passers-by in the had the real smack of Congreve in it, with Row.

something that went beyond ; it was fit, he said, Thou mustn't - thou mustn't take on thus, for woman's ears—that's much for him to say dear heart," soothed Beck; “ Jill hath told for thou knowest how modest that little man of thee the worst, and thou wilt soon have better pills and potions would have womankind.” tidings.

Drinking in this praise with greedy ears, No, no," sobbed Alice,“ not in this world. Alice tremblingly undid the coarse brown

5-paper The world hath not another Mr. Ruthven. wrapper, looked with choaked sobs at the handDon't restrain me, Beck. I must be dressed--writing, and buried her face within the rustling I must go to my godfather; he hath been leaves. already sorely uneasy, and he will know what is

* Thou must take care of it, madam," said best to do."

Jill,“ there are those hungry for its possession, “ Thou cannot go, child,” replied Beck, as thou must understand, ..." and she profirmly; "thou art far too ill."

ceeded to tell her all she knew- a little softThus finding tears and entreaties unavailing, ening her uncle's undoubted share-in the plots Alice, like an impatient child, renewed her sobs. against it.

“ Hush-hushi!” said Beck. " How foolish But Alice seemed to take intuitively this last thou art. A few more cries, and thy old unele point at its full account, though she said but will find all out; and pretty war, as thou know- little. She then assured the ballad-girl that she est, there'll be between him and master Ten- would take the greatest care of the Play, and dril. Hush! if thou lovest thy lover, be still.”, keep it locked up, saving whilst she read it.

These words were in a degree effectual; and She then recurred to the subject of finding presently more so, when Cratch's thin voice was where Mr. Ruthven lay, at the mercy of his heard calling out from the bottom of the stair- eneinies. case" What's the matter, Beck-is my niece Amongst other plans suggested, was that of worse? Shall I come up and assist ? or -or- asking Mr. Gilpill's advice, not only for the or-shall I-shall 1-send for Gilpill?” Here reason that he had known Alice from her babyCratch audibly groaned.

hood, but by his possible acquaintance with one “No! no! master,” cried Beck, for Cratch's or more of the apothecaries practising in the shoes began to creak up the staircase, “the child classic region of Grub-street. This last was a hath only got a trying spasm, which the nice bright idea; for, as Jill said, the doctor had a medicine I'm giving her will cure. So I can't small boy, who, though vastly given to put bis have a man here – thou must go back to finger in the syrup-jar, and to getting his ear thy parlour, Mr. Cratch, and shut the door.” | pinched for the sin, was yet well known for his Thus admonished, the shoes creaked down acuteness in finding out other persons' secrets. again.

Such being the case, Beck' promised to let For some minutes Alice sat with her face Alice go in her chair to Houndeditch on the buried in her hands; then looking up, she following evening, provided she were better. Then when Jill had again said she would, if | He knew that Cratch was not nice as to his possible, enlist the services of Mr. Chirpster, methods of making money, and perceived at a she prepared to take leave, bearing with her a glance that he had been Ogilvy's tool from the note of a few lines from Alice for Matthew Ten- first, and that Tickle had been sought for in the drill, and which she would deliver on her way to Fleet as a man venal enough to be bribed, and Carestini's in the morning.

sufficiently lettered to become a daily spy upon Thou must come again to me, dear child,” Ruthven, under the guise of rendering assistsaid Alice, as she bent her face upon the shoulder ance, in the translation of a classic author. The of the ballad-girl,

“ thou and I must, froin this aim was to entrap him into such an expression time forth, be certain friends. Now, as thou wilt of political opinion, as might make him not take money for thy beautiful service in amenable to the atrocious laws against libel then saving Mr. Ruthven’s Piay, say what I may give existing ; failing this, to forge such evidence thee as a token of my own remeinbrance--as a of a like crime as might lead to the same result. sign of the faith between us.”

The purpose to be gained, was to satiate Ogilvy's "A ribbon that thou last wore, madam, I hate. should like--nothing greater."

" Thou art a brave, bright lass, though a “ Nay, something a little worthier. Beck, chick younger than my Alice," said Tendril

, give me my godfather's last gift.” The kindly when the girl had told him all she knew; " and housekeeper obeyed, and brought a rich inlaid deservest the divine voice the town saith thou box, well filled with costly jewellery. From this hast. Now see this Chirpster, if Mistress Mead Alice selected a little ring, in which was set her permit, and thou canst with safety, and in the hair, and gave it to the girl.

meanwhile I will seek Cramp, the magistrates “ I thank thee, madam; I will ever keep it- at Westininster's constable, whom I know, and though I will put off its first wearing till the hear whit he would suggest; and towards night I sing in Mr. Gay's opera, which it is said evening I will walk to Houndsditch, and see the I am to do."

worthiest little man it holds, and my darling Art thou ? then I will indeed be there. god-daughter in the bargain. Now get tidings of Mr. Ruthven, if thou cans't, So saying, the goldsmith gave the girl a for thou knowest my heavy heart; and come to guinea, and let her go. me again, I pray thee.”

"That child hath a sweet face," said the great The ballad-girl, kneeling on the footstool, artist, thoughtfully, when the ballad-girl was promised so to do. Then she and Alice parted. gone; "though there is so much that is mourn

In the passage beside the kitchen-door, Jill ful in it, as if of fate past and to come.” found good Johnny Bobkin waiting to guard And Hogarth looked at his left-hand thumb. her home, as he had rightly imagined she would nail, on which he had been sketching, as was bring the Play hither.

his habit when anything striking or ludicrous On the morrow, on her way to Carestini's, the came before his view. ballad girl sought the goldsmith's shop. She “Hast thou her there already?" asked the found hiin in it, and engaged talking to the goldsmith, looking too. “Why thou hast, insame homely-looking man she had observed on deed! Well, when thou hast time, thou canst the settle of the “Swan” the night she sang make a picture for me; a composition piece, if there to Mr. Francis. Again he keenly observed thou wilt

. I need one for the parlour-chimney her; for her face, in its child-like simplicity, of the old Essex-house I shall rest in by-andwas a most striking one.

bye.” As soon as he had stood aside, and read the Jill's music-lesson was a brilliant one that note, the portly goldsmith burst into divers ex- day. Dr. Arne was present, and she tried some clamations concerning Alice; declaring, if Ruth of the airs in his new opera of " Artaxerxes." ven were found, he would marry her right off She succeeded well : Carestini was enraptured. at once to him, and set the miserly old book. It was settled she should sing in public, and, if seller at defiance-this the more readily, that he favourably received, make a more prominent knew Cratch did not care a tittle for her, though début before the town, as Polly Peacham in the she owned his blood; nor meant to leave her“ Beggar's Opera.” This character had already a shilling of his hoard. Then recurring to his been matchlessly sustained by the beautiful Miss note again, he bid bis assistant and apprentices Fenton; but there was room for other Pollys, mind the shop, and then retired into a little ad- though none might so excel. jacent counting-room, followed by the ballad- With Mistress Mead's permission-though it girl, and also, at his invitation, by the observant was reluctantly given, for she, as well as others, gentleman.

began to perceive that there was great possible “Now go on, my wench, and tell me some- danger to the girl's life, in her being thus 80 thing of this story," he kindly said. "Alice prominently opposed to the base designs in saith thou canst relate a marvellous history. action against Ruthven-Jill, under the care of And do not mind this gentleman; he is a an old watchman, set out that same afternoon goodly neighbour of mine-Mr. Hogarth, the in search of Mr. Chirpster. By inquiries made painter.”

by this attendant, it was found he had been for In such illustrious company, therefore, did some time dismissed by Grinder; and he was Jill tell the story that we know. If some points eventually traced to a mean house in the Old of it were obscure to Tendril, others were clear. Bailey. Here he had hired a garret, hefitting

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