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having certain proverbs thrown in All these the courtier would have asked,
but fear our teeth about enough being as
Palsied his utterance as the man drew good as a feast.
And the Ring's Master, after one brief " The royal sage—the Master of the Ring,
gaze, Solomon-once upon a morn in spring, Looked on with more of trouble than By Kedron, in his garden's rosiest walk, Was loitering, with a pleasant griest in talk.
"Oh Solomon :-oh 'friend !-Lord of the A man of awful presence, but with face
Ring, Yet undiscerned, was seen within the I cannot bear the horror of this thing.' place.
* Help with thy mighty power! Wish me, The stranger seemed, to judge him by his dress,
On the remotest mountain of Cathay.' One of mean sort, a dweller with distress, Solomon wished, and the man vanished. Or some poor pilgrim;—but the steps
Straight he took
On came the stranger with his orbs of Bespoke an inward greatness, and his look
And looking harshly on the King, said heOpened a page in a tremendous book. • What meant that man here wasting time How he got there—what wanted-who
with thee? could be
I was to fetch him ere the close of day That ventured thus to beard such privacy; From the remotest mountain of Cathay;' Whether some mighty Spirit of the Ring, Solomon said, bowing him to the groundAnd, if so, why he thus should daunt the * Angel of Death, there shall the man be
BITTER was the tale I dreaded,
Grief of heart for evermore,
Landing on my native shore,
And the well-remembered door.
Reached me wandering o'er the wave,
Though it held a curse, did crave-
Only echoed of the grave.
In the years of long ago,
Painfully the seasons flow-
From the broken hopes below?
Guardian of the tender three-
Is her spirit true to me?
Cannot change her constancy.
Skirted by the poplar tall ;
Listening to the waterfall;
Of the jasmine on the wall.
Then I entered, and she knew me,
And sank fainting in my arms.
Midnight watchings, pain, alarms.
P. S. WORSLEY.
The broad advances of material power,
Still we suffer wrongs untold,
Robbed of peace and joy and health,
For the rich man's greed of wealth.
Say it shall not be for ever!
till thy days be flown
Where to sleep at rest for ever!
On the tyrants pitiless,
In a people's heaviness ?
These iniquities for ever!
* Work on,
Where lies the one hope of the groaning earth!
P. S. WORSLEY.
In strength there ever dwells of right
Some quality of noble name,
A remnant of celestial flame,
Within whose breast it takes abode, Since this one spot, this little isle,
Must still retain the stamp of God. In Him who, not of kings the heir,
Carves out a crown by kingly work, Must needs be that some virtue rare,
Some godlike moral grace, doth lurk.
To wrong, or questionable act,
And Faith becomes the slave of Fact.
A woman-weakness, still to crave
For violence pronounce him brave.
More honourably due to fame,
Of combat kept a flawless name;
Have nourished hearts not cruel still ; Men who, though widely taking life,
Shed blood for conscience' sake, not will ;
Who sheathed the sword when peace might be,
And, bravely glad, confessed it gain;
Envy detects no fatal stain ;
Who knew themselves and knew their time,
In story or in rhyme.
A nation to his single will,
And lordly destinies fulfil ;
Makes every shapely purpose bend, Becoming all things unto all,
So he may gain an end. Yet greater oft is ill success
Later in time they reap applause Whom factions could not ban nor bless;
Found brave enough to lose a cause; Who, ʼmid a grovelling race and prone,
Walked honestly erect and proud, Who dared not lie to gain a throne,
Nor struck their colours to the crowd. Such shall not lack renown till when
Cometh an iron age at last, Sneering at all that makes us men,
Cursed with contemnings of the Past;
Wax selfish in their base degree ;
And slur the light by which they see.
And fadeless still the crown remains, Which once He wore who, strongly weak,
On Calvary was wrung with pains. To suffer, and without complaint,
Makes grandeur more divine than all ; This to high places lifts the faint ;
This is the hero's coronal. To wither in a dark disgrace
Which half a word might wipe away, And clothed with calumny to face
Contempt and hatred day by day, Because the half-word that would change
Our destiny were best unsaidO wide and elevated range
Of hearts to worthy interests wed !
Which, to divine attractions true,
P. S. WORSLEY. NORMAN SINCLAJR.
CHAPTER XXIX.-A MYSTERIOUS ADVERTISEMENT.
“MY DEAR LAD” thus wrote consumere nati, seeing that, for the Mr Sheara way—“I was truly glad most part, they subsisted entirely to receive tidings of you, and more upon
drink. What could we do with especially from your own hand. For a lad who would neither read nor though you have been long away work, and never came home to his from us, you are by no means forgot- bed until three o'clock in the mornten, at least by me, and I have often ing? I thought the best thing was caught myself wondering, when I to send him away from such graceless ought to have been doing something company, and to get him a situation else (possibly attending to a sermon), where, at all events, he would be comwhat on earth had become of Norman pelled to attend for certain hours ; Sinclair, the steadiest lad I ever had but it would seem from your account in hand, but also the queerest in so that he has louped from the fryingfar as regarded his notions for the pan into the fire, and got into the future. For a time I heard some- hands of the Jews, for whose converthing about you from your old guar. sion I would sincerely pray, and even dian, Ned Mather ; but he became cheerfully subscribe, if I thought that tired of Edinburgh, where his ac- on becoming Christians they would quaintances were gradually dying cease to be discounters of bills. Mr out, and about three years ago set- Littlewoo must just make up his tled down in some remote part of mind to advance whatever is necesGalloway, where good fishing is to be sary to clear his gowk of a son. His had, since when he has given no case is a hard one, for I don't think token of existence. I always thought he has saved much, having an expenthat you would make a spoon or spoil sive family. What with dinners and a horn (which, by the way, is but a balls and pic-nics (in spite of which stupid proverb, because if you don't none of the Misses have got married), make a spoon, the horn of course they must have muddled away an must be spoiled); but you know very awful deal of money. I know I well what I mean; and I really am de- should not like to have to pay the lighted to hear that you have got on haberdasher's account for the last 80 well, and prophesy even better twelvemonth. things for the time to come.
“ It will not be necessary that I “ With regard to that poor de- should write to James Littlewoo immented creature, Jamie Littlewoo, it mediately, as I expect to be in London will be my duty to tell his father in the course of a fortnight, when I what you have communicated, and shall ascertain the amount of his liato concert measures for saving the bilities, and consider how they may idiot from absolute ruin. I am the be discharged. I should not have more bound to do this, because it thought of coming to London at this was partly through my advice that he season of the year, but, like every one was sent to London, for giving which else, I have got mixed up in railway I am now like to eat my fingers from matters, and have to look after the vexation. But I did it all for the interests of some clients, in a bill best. We could make nothing of him which is now depending in Parliahere. He could neither settle down ment. This railway mania is the most in the office, nor study for the bar, extraordinary movement that I can but took up with idle officers and dis- recollect. It has taken possession of sipated ne'erdoweels, of whom it can well-nigh everybody in Edinburgh. hardly be said that they were fruges Advocates, writers, doctors, citizens,