ball-room, the spot where he stood was the nucleus of a circle of humour and witticism:

there was no being tired by his side on a march, or splenetic in his tent after its conclusion.

"Still in our ashes live their wonted fires."

And more than a spark has been preserved to illumine the walls of my cottage. When O'Grady comes-comes with him the best day's sport for my nephew, and the best evening's lengthened chat for myself. Even Havresack is conscious of the benignant effects of his presence, and emulous to increase them. He knows that this is the period to have the young lawyer's sporting paraphernalia in the highest order, and my pony in his most respectable appointments; and when the day is past, and we draw from the social board to the cheerful fireside, that this is the time to give peculiar care to the well-decanted bottle, the crackling blaze, the neatly swept hearth, and the close-drawn curtains.

MILITARY LIFE.

"Glory, alas! is the rusted mail which hangs as a hatchment over the champion's dim and mouldering tomb-is the defaced sculpture of the inscription, which the ignorant monk can hardly read to the inquiring pilgrim—are these sufficient rewards for the sacrifice of every kindly affection, for a life spent miserably, that ye may make others miserable!"

ROMANCE OF IVANHOE.

MILITARY LIFE.

THE feeling may be a selfish one, but there is certainly nothing which so much enhances the fire-side attractions of a November evening as the consciousness that the pitiless tempest is raging without. "Now this," said my nephew, as he drew his chair round from the dinner-table to the chimney corner, and spread his hands to the blaze, "now this is what I call comfort; and comfort is the only name for it, for the thing itself is no more to be had among the people of any other country but old England, than the term is to be found in their vocabularies. I would rather hear the wind howling and moaning as it does