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• Then you have a grandchild alive!' said AMONG LIONS.

Alice, in great astonishment; "and you said (Continued from page 255.) you were all alone in the world. Oh, Mrs. T was just a tale of ordinary Holmes, do get her here, it would make middle-class life that Mrs. you so happy-a dear little baby!' Holmes unfolded, but it in- But Mrs. Holmes shook her head. terested her listeners with its * All that was eight or nine years ago, ups and downs.

my dear, and I have lost sight of them, as “But had you never any I said. John Burton, that's my child's ! children, Mrs. Holmes?' asked husband, went to London and took the Alice.

little girl with him. • I had one, miss,' said the poor woman, Oh, dear,' said Alice; he'll be as bard .but she died.'

to find as my little Bell. But you'll try, • Poor little girl!' said Alice.

won't you, Mrs. Holmes ? for think, if he There was a silence, then Mrs. Holmes should die there would be no one left to said, "She wasn't a little girl, but a grown take care of your little grandchild. Don't woman when she died; but she'd hurt us you know her name?' terrible, me and her father, by marrying a No,' said Mrs. Holmes; "they wouldn't man we had set our faces against; and we call her Mary Ann after me, I reckon. My said we would never see her again if she girl used to say, years ago, if ever she martook him, and we never did.'

ried and had a little girl she would call it Oh, bow grieved you must have been after her young mistress, that she was then, that you hadn't made it up!' said so fond of. But that was a fancy, I dare Alice, simply.

say. Mrs. Holmes looked surprised as well •What was her young mistress's name?' as distressed. She had gone against us ‘

said Alice. both,' she said, and left a good place to Mabel-Miss Mabel Fitzpatrick,' said take up with a bad, worthless man.'

Mrs. Holmes. “Some one told me they were • Yes, she did wrong,' said Alice, thought- good to my child after she married when fully; but I am sure she was sorry before she died, I mean.' she died, and she must have wanted you so, * And you have never seen them, spoken her mother.'

to them, asked them about her ?' said Alice, I reckon she did,' said Mrs. Holmes, with all the quick feeling of a child. Oh, wiping her eyes. "I've had many a soft Mrs. Holmes, do write and ask them about thought about her; and only that she her and the baby.' brought her father to the grave with grief * I'm not quite so bad as I seem, dear, I'd have perhaps made it up that last year: said Mrs. Holmes. “Miss Mabel married but I was busy in the summer changing and went out to India before I could get to houses, and in the autumn they sent me see her; but I have been a hard woman word she was dead. There was a baby, and in my time, and it's just a punishment I did offer to take that; but the man gave that now, when I am getting old and wantout as he would be obliged to none of us, ing some one to look to me, I should have and he left Manchester soon, and I lost

no one.' sight of him.'

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CHAPTER XIV. and I will make a plan; you shall go look- MR. SWAYNE's answer to Alice's letter ing for your daughter's child, and I will was neither yes nor no; he had smiled to try and find out about our little Bell. I himself over the slight grounds his little have not sealed my letter yet, so I will put girl bad for expecting success in her search a postscript in to ask father's leave. We for Bell's relatives, but he wrote, Wait, could go over to Manchester, you know, and Manchester is too far off for you to visit in see your Inspector: and then there are the a day; by-and-bye, when Gilbert joins you, registers, and perhaps the clergyman him- I will get Mrs. Holmes to take you both self might know something, though it is there, and then you can stay a night and such a large place.'

see all there is to be seen.' Why, my dear,' said Mrs. Holmes, In spite of her resolutions, Alice sighed a 'you are thinking just of little Moor, where little impatient sigh, and then the news of every one knows every one else! But never Gilbert's expected arrival diverted her atmind, I won't discourage you. What makes tention. Yes, he was coming; bis visit to you so anxious, though, to find this little his cousins was at an end, and Dr. Darell girl's relations ?

had advised his joining Alice at the sea, Because,' said Alice, gravely, she is rather than returning at present to his tutor with a bad man who does not care for her, at Shockley. Alice was delighted; Gilbert and we think she does not belong to him would so enjoy Littleby; it would be so at all; so if we could find out her very pleasant to go about with him, and she own relations, perhaps they would take her would be very careful not to vex him by from him, or give us leave to take her. taking too much upon herself. She is such a dear little girl, Mrs. Holmes, Next day Gilbert arrived in great spirits, but she knows nothing good; father says and now the days flew only too quickly. she is as ignorant as any little heathen : we Such expeditions as were planned and exetried to teach her something, but she was cuted! the crabs and shrimps had a poor only ten days at Moor.'

time of it; and Helen, the maid, declared, It was a meek, modest little request with reproof in her tone, that Miss Alice that Alice made to her father, to let her had grown so brown she looked more like go to look for Bell in Manchester; very a fisher-girl than a young lady. different to the way in which she used to But Alice did not mind that. Only once urge a pet project on him: but Alice had did she have a dispute with Gilbert. He begun to feel that her plans were not wished her to come out with him in a always sure of success, and though this one fishing-boat to a certain island in the bay. seemed promising, yet she resolved to be Now this was a project after Alice's own gentle and patient if it did not meet with heart, and she was sorely tempted. But approval. Father will find some other way, the ‘Lovely Maid' was a tiny craft, manned she thought, if this will not do. Still the only by a certain Bill, of whose trustworthihopeful little girl went to bed with a dream ness Mrs. Holmes was uncertain; so Alice all ready made of Mrs. Holmes and herself suggested asking their father's leave first. searching in Manchester streets, and finding Gilbert said that Alice had no spirit, and not only the lost grandchild, but a home was nothing but a girl and a baby. Alice and relatives for little Bell.

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so much to go, poor girl, that it was hard should be able to do right, and advise others to bear unjust taunts calmly.

rightly, without being cross over it. The end was that Alice spent the evening Perhaps a long time, Alice. Rome was sitting alone in the parlour-window, watch- not built in a day, and unruly tempers will ing the little figure in the stern of the not be cru hed at the first blow.

, ‘Lovely Maid,' and wondering when she

(To be continued.)

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THE MOTHER'S OLD BIBLE.

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THE COTTAGE.
WOULD not share the poor man's lot,

A life in yonder sorry cot,
Where the dark shade of toil and care
Rests ever on the bed and chair.
There is no leisure hour for him
The garden of his mind to trim ;
No things of beauty and of grace
To brighten up his dwelling-place.
His dinner lies upon his knees-
A meagre scrap of bread and cheese;
Pray, Fortune, give me, when I dine,
A china plate and linen fine.
Give me a bunch of golden keys,
To open any door I please ;
And all that's sweet in art and song,
To make me happy all day long.
Call no man happy till he dies,
Earth's rarest gifts are splendid lies;
Into each lap the Giver throws
A lot more just than we suppose.
The pampered diner would not scorn
His bread and cheese beneath the thorn,
If but his hapless stomach knew
The first of sauces-hunger true.
The rosy peaks above us glow,
When gazed at from the tarn below;
But climb the mountain lone and bare,
The fickle hues are then elsewhere.
Storm-beaten hills ! how calm and sweet
Nestle the meadows at

feet! We place the crown upon your crest, But love the sheltered valley best. And when God speaks the soul's release, And calls His saints to light and peace, Be sure thou wilt not then repine Because life's humbler part was thine. When the grim robber strips thee bare, He can but take the meaner share ; Thou wilt not quail beneath his rod, Thy life is hid with Christ in God.

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OT a leaf on the trees was

stirring, not a cloud was in the blue sky; a hot mist hid the distant hills, and the sunshine fell with glaring brightness upon the road, along

wbich a woman was walking with a child in her arms and another at her side.

Mother, are we nearly there?' asked the eldest, a girl of perhaps seven years.

“Yes, child; yonder's the village,'answered the woman. "Ah, many's the time I've run along this road when I was as little as you, and when I never thought to come back home like this!'

The tone was weary and hopeless. Well it might be, for Jessie Saunders had seen bitter sorrow since last she looked upon that quiet village ; now the tears welled up into her eyes, and her heart beat quickly, for she wondered whether those she had lored and left so wilfully were living or dead.

• Mother, mother, give me a drink of water!' cried the little one in her arms.

“Yes, yes, Ally; be quiet a few minutes and we shall be at home-mother's home, said the poor woman.

Ally nestled down her head again, saying, Mother's home! mother's home!' as if the sound pleased her; and after a little more trudging along the sunny road they reached the first of the straggling white cottages.

There, Katie-there, Ally-we're home now!' said Mrs. Saunders, leaning against the paling which enclosed the tiny garden.

• This house ? this little pretty house, mother?' said Katie, while Ally stretched to reach the flowers through the hedge and laughed with delight.

‘No dear, not there. But we're reached

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