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Mrs. Harley too noticed the cloud on her ness, and he shrank from lowering himself boy's face at dinner, and asked the cause. in her eyes: her hearty That's right, my
"Something has gone wrong, Clement: boy, always tell the truth,' nearly maddened was it the exercise ? I didn't think to ask him, and he dropped his face into his hands what time you got up, but I noticed you
with a little cry of pain. were off to school early.'
What is it?' she asked anxiously. 'I Clement coloured, as he had done when don't understand you at all, you used to be questioned by Harry; but he had no answer so perfectly frank and outspoken. What is ready: what, indeed, could he say that altering you like this I cannot conceive.' would not imply a falsehood ?
But she pressed him no further. To “I understand,' went on Mrs. Harley | wring from him an unwilling confidence coldly : 'it was bad, as usual. I ought not was a very different thing from his giving to have let you go out last evening.'
it her unasked, and Clement left the diningClement still kept silence. Mrs. Harley
room utterly miserable, and wandered ofi continued, with some severity in her tone: - into the little rustic arbour at the bottom
'I shall soon lose my faith in you: didn't of the garden, that he might be out of everyyou promise to get up and have all ready body's way. Here, unseen, he gave way this morning?'
to his feelings, and sobbed aloud out of Yes, mother, Clement replied, in a the bitterness of his heart :constrained voice, and without venturing to • How could I have done it! How could look up, “but I fell asleep again after Ann I have done it! Mother would never think called me.'
well of me again if she knew; even now “But his exercise was all right,' here she suspects something and is not pleased. called out Harry though he was not sure Other boys do the same thing over and over how the interruption might be taken. again, and never care a bit; Bob himself • Tim Robinson told me that Mr. Jones said saw no harm in it, and yet I feel I shall it was very fair; he was working at it in never be able to look mother again in the school before the forms were called.'
face; it all comes of my going to see James Mrs. Harley's face brightened. “Then last night; or if only I hadn't played with I think I must apologise to Clement. Come, Tartar before tea-yes, or even if I had set my dear,' she said, smiling fondly at her about my exercise when I got in, mother eldest boy, 'I didn't mean to be hard upon would say it is all the fault of my idleness. you. I was a little too ready with my con- Well, I know I am idle, but I never thought clusions, wasn't I ? But I am so anxious till this morning I should ever do anything for you to get on, and you so often- I was ashamed of—that I should act a lie, But why couldn't you tell me yourself? You as mother talks about. Oh, dear! dear! must have known how glad I should be.' how I hate the thought of that exercise!'
* Please say no more, cried Clement Yes, Clement, you are content to be desperately. “I don't deserve any praise, idle; and yet you chafe against the evil into my lessons were as bad as they could be.' which your idleness has led you. You suffer He could not accept his mother's approval, the thorns to grow unchecked about your still less dared he confess the truth. He path ; and then you make piteous moans knew her horror of all underhand ways, her when they tear your
feet. entire reliance on his own straightforward
(To be continued.)
* Anything you like, darling,' said my BEADLE.
poor mother, too ill to heed a word I said, LTHOUGH I am now a and who thought I was making some childvery
woman, I ish request; 'only run away now, and easily recall the mingled don't make such a creaking with the door, feelings of awe, respect, or my poor head will break.' and terror, with which I Pleased enough at such an unusual regarded the Beadle of thing as going to church alone, I crept our Parish Church. His away, dressed myself, and ran across the
uniform was my great road to the church, not observed even by admiration; his cocked hat, the bright our two maids, and I shut myself up in our brass buttons, and his grand-looking staff, large curtained pew. No one, except the the dread of all the naughty boys in the ringers, was in the church; the beadle, I Sunday School. This would be considered should think, was warming himself by the a very old-fashioned church now, with vestry fire, for he was nowhere to be seen. high square pews, well-curtained and soft- I sat down upon a hassock, and thought cushioned, galleries all round, and the organ how grand it was coming to church all by and choir in the west gallery. But, old-fash- myself, and how good I would be; then I ioned as it may seem now in these days of re- took up a hymn-book and began to spell out storation, to my youthful eyes it was every- the words: but the time began to seem very thing that was stately and beautiful. In long before the service, my eyelids grew those days people used to come, I am afraid, heavier and heavier, and would not keep rather late to church ; and whilst the choir open ; and at last my head sank down upon was singing the Morning Hymn, with which the soft-cushioned seat, and I fell fast asleep. the morning service always began, the When I awoke the church was quite dark, beadle was bustling about opening pew- the service over, and I was very frightened, doors to various fine ladies and gentlemen, cold, and hungry. Time went on, still no ushering the clergyman from the vestry to
I cried, but no one heard me. the reading-desk, and during the intervals I dared not leave the dark pew, which was of duty shaking the grand staff at some like a little home to me, and wander into fidgety school children in the chancel. the wilderness of the church. I cried a long
One snowy winter afternoon my dear time; then I thought, 'I am in God's house, mother had gone to lie down with a bad He will take care of me:' so I said my little headache; I, a little six-year old girl, was evening prayer. Then a few more tears sitting by the parlour fire with Pilgrim's would come at the thought of my bright, Progress ; father had gone five miles off to cosy nursery, and dear mother, and in his other church, and the curate was going the midst I think I must have fallen to take the afternoon service. The church asleep, for when I next awoke it was broad was close by, and when the bells began to daylight, and the cheerful sunlight was chime I thought to myself it was time to get streaming into the church. This I thought ready to go to the service as usual. So I
was a good time for trying the doors, for trotted upstairs and went gently into I did not feel so afraid in broad daylight mother's room.
to leave the pew; so I tried the big door, “Mother dear, may I go to church ?' but in vain ; then the south door, then the
vestry: all, alas! were fast locked. Just as I was returning sadly, and feeling terribly hungry, to my corner in the pew, the big door creaked on its hinges, and who should appear but the beadle, without his cocked hat or buttons or staff, and in an old every-day working coat!-he had come to see to the cleaning of the church.
Why, little miss here !' he cried; they are hunting you high and low. Your father and mother are in a fine way!'
And taking my hand the old man hurried me home to my poor parents, who were in a terrible state of anxiety. With what joy I was received may well be imagined, for every one thought I was lost; no one had seen me in church, and my dear mother was too ill to catch what I said when I asked her leave to go; and had it not been for my old friend I might have been there for days, and perhaps starved to death. Never again did I look upon the dear old man with terror, nor did his cocked hat and brass buttons ever again inspire me with awe; but ever after I regarded the Parish Beadle as one of my best old friends.
Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies? Or amidst the green islands of glittering
seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry
wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?
Not there, not there, my child!
Is it far away in some region old,
strand ? Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ?
Not there, not there, my child!
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST.
TOMBS. T was the custom of the Jews, when any
one died, to wrap the body in linen grave-clothes, made sweet with spices, to tie a napkin over the face, and to bury it very soon. They used no coffin, but carried the body to the grave on a bier. The tomb was in some cavern, or a cave hewn out of the rock, and when the dead body was laid in it, the cave was shut up with a great stone at its mouth. The Pyramids of Egypt are the tombs of Kings who were buried within them, in coffins of white marble.