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They stood on the piazza watching him until he was out of sight. Then Carice turned to her father.

"Did he say anything about yesterday?" she asked, gravely.

“Not a word. I should have liked him better if he had offered some explanation."

"Perhaps he did not recognize us,” suggested Carice, “How could he help it?"

“I don't know-only-you were angry and I was frightened; probably our faces did not wear their natural expression. Besides, he was doubtless a little bewildered by his fall, and

“What or whom are you talking about ?” here broke in the amazed Mrs. Bergan.

“ About my nephew, the mad cavalier who so nearly came into collision with Carice yesterday,” replied her husband. Mrs. Bergan threw up her hands. you

let invite him to dinner!” she exclaimed, in a tone of deep injury.

“How could I help it, my dear? Besides, he is my sister's son.”

Meanwhile, Bergan found his way back to the village through the darkness, wondering what had become of the lightness of heart and cheerfulness of hope with which he had set out-he looked at his watch-only two hours before!

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entertainment left very much in her hands, she cared for it kindly, though not without a secret wonder at the inexplicable indifference of her husband and daughter. But she did her best to make amends for it by her own friendliness, and in part succeeded.

Meanwhile, Bergan was beset by another tantalizing resemblance. Never, he thought, had he seen anything quite so lovely as his cousin Carice—with her soft, brown hair, her clear rose complexion, her large, limpid blue eyes, the lily-like droop of her exquisitely-formed head, the inexhaustible grace of her attitudes and movements - but he had certainly seen somebody a little like her. So strong, yet so puzzling, was this conviction, and so frequent the glances consequently sent in her direction, that he felt a word of explanation might not be amiss.

“Excuse me," said he, “if I seem to be looking at you almost constantly; but there is something about you curiously familiar, though it is impossible that we should have met before. I suppose I must have seen somebody that resembled you, but I cannot tell when or where."

Carice looked down, and coloured slightly. Her father came to her rellef.

“ There is often no accounting for resemblances," said he. “When there is any tie of blood, however remote, we understand them, of course ; but when the face of an utter stranger startles me in the street with the very smile of my sister Eleanor, or the grave look of my dead father, what am I to think ?”

“One would like to know,” remarked Bergan, “if there is a mental and moral likeness to match the physical one. When I fix the resemblance that eludes me so persistently in you," he added. turning to Carice, “I hope it will help me to answer the question.”

“I doubt if it does,” replied Carice, quietly, yet not without a certain something in her tone that sounded almost like sarcasm. He looked at her in considerable surprise, but her eyes were turned away, and she said no more.

Feeling as if he were walking in a mist, which everywhere eluded his grasp, while it blinded his eyes and chilled his heart, he rose to go. “Let me see," said his aunt, kindly, as she gave

him her hand,“ to-morrow will be Sunday, will it not? Pray let us find you in our pew at church in the morning, and come home with us to an early dinner before the evening service.”

Bergan hesitated. He had no reasonable excuse, yet his uncle had not seconded the invitation. As if suddenly cognizant of the omission, Mr. Bergan now spoke.

"Come, by all means," said he, with more kindness than he had yet shown, for he could not bring himself to give a half-hearted invitation to his sister's son,"I have still a great deal to ask about your mother."

"And I," said his aunt, laughing, “have still a great deal to ask about yourself. Good night."


STRENGTHENED OUT OF Zion. St. Paul's Church, Berganton, was a small, plain structure of brick and stone, rather prettily situated on the bank of the aforesaid creek, which flowed through the midst of the town. Its sole claim to exterior beauty must have rested on the thick vines which covered its walls, framed its windows, and climbed to the roof of its low, square tower ; doing their best to atone for its many architectural deficiencies, its failure to present to the eye a certain material “beauty of holiness," in harmony with the spiritual loveliness of the unseen temple, of which it was the faint type.

Towards this church, on the morning after his visit to Oakstead, Bergan directed his steps. Meeting his uncle in the vestibule, he was soon seated in the square family pew, and had a few moments to look about him, before service.

In its small way, the church was almost as much a memorial of the House of Bergan as the old Hall itself. Sir Harry had been a fair sample of the average English Churchman of his day, with whom a certain amount of religious observance was deemed necessary and becoming, both by way of seemly garmenting for one's self, and good example for one's neighbours. If it did not reach very deep into the heart, it at least imparted a certain completeness and dignity to the outward life.

Moreover, family tradition was strongly in religion's not have done better, even for his own selfish end, to have favour. There had always been relations of a highly given the larger share (or, at least, an equal one) of his friendly and decorous sort between the house and the time, care, and money, to the edifice wnich had the surest church; and to have turned his back disrespectfully hold upon permanency, and was most likely to be sacredly upon the one would have been to show himself a de- kept for its original purpose. In our country, more than generate scion of the other. As a natural consequence, almost anywhere else, people build houses for other people Sir Harry did not feel that he had done his whole duty to to dwell in, and Time delights to blot family names from himself, or to his posterity, until he had provided a fitting his roll, at least on the page where they were first written. stage for the necessary family ceremonials of christening, All family mansions, however fair and proud, are surely marriage, and burial; as well as an appropriate spot for destined to fall into stranger hands, or to be given over to his own enjoyment of a respectable Sunday doze, under the Vandal occupation of decay. All families, of however the soothing influence of an orthodox sermon, after having lofty position, are certain to sojourn, at times, in the valley duly taken his share in the responses of the morning of humiliation, if they do not lose themselves in the deeper service. If this school of Churchmen had its faults, it valley of extinction. Would it not have been better, then, also had its virtues. If its standard of religion was a low to have foregone somewhat of the frail and faithless one, with a strong leaning toward human pride and selfish magnificence of Bergan Hall, and linked the dear family indulgence, it was better than the open irreverence and name and memory more closely with the indestructible infidelity, the unblushing disregard of religious restraints institution which belongs to the ages? and sanctions of later generations.

And, as he thus questioned, the narrow walls, the low Under Sir Harry's auspices, therefore, the foundations roof, and the insignificant adornments of the little church of St. Paul's were laid, and its walls arose, as a kind of seemed slowly to widen and lift themselves to the grand necessary adjunct to Bergan Hall. And his successors, proportions of a vast, pillared temple; and the small with rare exceptions, had felt it a duty to add to its chancel window-doing so little, nor doing that little well, interior attractions, as well as to make it a continuous to keep alive the fair memory of “Elizabeth, wife of Sir family record, by memorial windows of stained glass, Harry"-became a great glory of pictured saints and mural tablets of bronze or marble, and thankofferings of angels, through whose diaphanous bodies the rainbowfont, communion plate, and other appliances and adorn- light fell softly among a crowd of kneeling worshippers ; ments. Some of these, no doubt, were merely self- unto whom the sculptured mural tablets, the jewel-tinted laudatory, the fitful outgrowth of family pride; others glass, the stately walls, the soaring arch, told over and might have sprung from a sense of what was beautiful over again the lovely story, and held up to view the noble and fitting ; which was a very good thing, as far as it example, of a race whose labour and delight it had been went though it went not much below the surface ; but a to build strong and beautiful the walls of Zion; and few there were, doubtless, which had been consecrated to which, in so doing, had raised up to itself the most entheir use by heartfelt tears of sorrow, of penitence, or of during, as well as the most precious of earthly monugratitude. Be this as it may, they all helped (at least, in ments. How much better this than the crumbling human eyes) to give the interior of St. Paul's a certain splendours of Bergan Hall, and the fading glory of an completeness, and even a degree of beauty and harmony. almost extinct name!

Still, both in its size and its decorations, the church “The Lord is in His holy temple," was here breathed was far inferior to the Hall. There was a vast dispro- through Bergan's visioned fane, in appropriately awed and portion, both in amount and quality, between the space solemn tones. Nevertheless, they broke the slender thread and the furniture set apart for the service and pleasure of of its being.

As Bergan rose to his feet, with the rest of a single household, and that consecrated to the worship of the congregation, its majestic vista, its pictured windows, God, and the spiritual nurture of His people. But, in the and all its rich array, vanished like the filmy imagery of a matter of preservation, as well as in answering a definite dream at the moment of awakening. But it was not end, the advantage was greatly on the side of the church without a keen sense of the contrast that he brought his and its appointments. Wherever the Bergan hands had mind back to the real St. Paul's, and the service going on grown slack, or had been withdrawn, in that work, under its lowlier roof. others had taken it up, for the love of Christ, and carried Nothing remained but the harmonious voice, which it forward to completion, or kept it from lapsing back into had at once perfected and broken the spell. Glancing chaos.

toward the chancel, Bergan saw a clergyman, with a face And so, Bergan-remembering how surely the merely that would have been simply benignant but for the vivid secular memorials of Sir Harry and his successors had illumination of a pair of deep-set, dark-blue eyes—a light been overtaken by the slow feet of decay, while these never seen save where a great heart sends its warm glow others had been saved by their connection with an insti- through all the chambers of a grand intellect. tution having a deeper and broader principle of life-was. There is something marvellous in the inexhaustible led into a patural enough, though for him a most unusual adaptation of the Church service to the wants of the soul. train of thought. He asked himself if Şir Harry would At the same time that it is a miracle of fitness for the ends of public worship, it has its adequate word for every secret, might or might not be waiting for him, that was certain, individual need. Though Bergan had heard it hundreds some day, to be said over his dead body, and vainly to try of times before, and always with a hearty admiration of to find entrance into his deaf ears. But when ? At the its beauty and comprehensiveness, never had its rhythmic end of a long life, in the midst of his days, or ere his sentences fallen upon his heart with such gracious and work was scarce begun? grateful effect. Doubtless, this was owing, in great His work. What was it? To walk in a vain shadow ? measure, to the subdued frame of mind induced by the To disquiet himself in vain? To heap up riches for an events of the last week; but it was also due, in some unknown gatherer ? To write his name high on the temple degree, to the perfection with which the service was of Fame? To become a philanthropist or a reformer? rendered. It was neither hurried nor drawled, neither No; but to "apply his heart unto wisdom.” grumbled nor whined, neither a rasping see-saw nor a dull It was both a deep and a hard saying. Bergan felt monotone. It was not overlaid with the arts of elocution, that he could not fathom it, even while he saw how ruthnor was it robbed of all life and warmth by the formal lessly it struck at the roots of human pride, and lopped emphasis and intonation of the merely correct reader. the boughs of personal ambition. But in Mr. Islay's mouth it became the living voice of Meanwhile the psalm had been sung, and with a rustliving hearts. The dear old words, without losing one ling of leaves and garments, the congregation had settled whit of the accumulated power and the sacred associa- themselves into their seats. Through the succeeding hush, tions of long years of reverent use, came as freshly and as Mr. Islay quietly sent the words of his text: “Whatsofervently from the speaker's lips, as if they were the heart- ever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might, for there warm coinage of the moment.

is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the As an inevitable consequence, Bergan's responses were grave whither thou goest.” uttered with answering fervour. And how perfectly they It was the word in season ! met his wants! How wonderfully they expressed his sense Bergan left the church that day, not only with a deeper of weakness and failure, his depression and humiliation, sense of his own mortality, and consequent weakness, than his new-born self-distrust, his earnest desire and determi- ever before, but also with a modified view of life's work nation to be stronger against future temptations. In some and duty. In one sense, it was a narrower view—with sentences there was a depth of meaning and of fitness that narrowness which feels the need of some true, fixed that seemed to have been waiting all these years for this centre from which to work outward, with any degree of moment of complete interpretation. Continually was he safety and system, and, consequently, of success. He startled by subtile references to his peculiar circumstances, began to see that he who would influence others for by the calm precision with which his sores were probed, good, and through them the world, must first be certain and the tender skill which applied to them healing balm of the point where his influence begins, and that toward

Especially was he struck by the Collect for the Day, which it tends. so clearly did it express thoughts and feelings too vague Not that Bergan understood, or would ever be likely in his own mind to have shaped themselves into words, to understand, the full measure and real character of the

“O Lord, we beseech Thee, absolve Thy people from change that had been wrought in him under that lowly their offences; that through Thy bountiful goodness, they church-roof. Up to this point, his life had been from may all be delivered from the bands of those sins which without, inward; henceforth, it was to be from within, by their frailty they have committed.”

outward. The inner life of the soul was really begun in Never before could he have so clearly understood what him-feebly, half-unconsciously, it is true-yet possessing was meant by the “bands” of sins committed, not of a hidden power of assimilation and growth, that would deliberate intent, but through frailty. How painfully he soon bend all things to itself. Storm and sunshine, darkfelt the pressure of those bands! how certainly they would ness and light, success and failure, would alike minister cramp his efforts and hinder his progress! And how sin- to its wants, and help it to grow fair and strong. Things gularly distinct they had become to his sight, both in their most inimical to it at first sight, would but give it tougher nature and their effects, by means of that old, oft-repeated, fibre and lovelier grain; in the drought, it would but send yet ever new, Collect !

its roots down deeper in pursuit of hidden wells; under With a balf-unconscious attempt at divination, Bergan the pruning-knife, it would but burst forth into fairer turned over the leaves of his Prayer-book, during the blossoms and richer fruit. short pause before the psalm, wondering what other Yet it was no sudden change, for all his life had been mystic meanings were waiting under familiar words, for a preparation for it. Oftenest the kingdom of God his future needs. It was not without a little chill at his cometh without observation. The stones of the spiritual heart that his eye caught the opening sentences of the temple may be fashioned amid clamour and discord, but burial anthem.

they are laid in their places with a silence that is full of There could be no question about that. Whatever else meaning


WE have not unfrequently heard it objected to collec- even so recently as the years 1838 and 1839, a laudable

tions in general, and especially to such collections zeal in collecting autographs became the means of revealing as of autographs, crests, and monograms, that, in the the wanton waste of a motley mass of most valuable and hands of the great mass of those who engage in them, interesting historical and archæological matter, and led to that they are meaningless, and of little or no value-that the appointment of a Select Committee of the House of the pursuit itself involves little or no discrimination or Lords "to enquire into the destruction and sale of certain judgment, imparts no knowledge, and tends to nothing Exchequer Documents." It was this committee which elevating or intellectual. We dissent from this in toto. elicited the appalling fact that Treasury warrants, with the The objection is altogether founded on error. The taste royal sign manual, and other illustrious signatures from the for all such pursuits, and especially for the collection of days of the Tudors downwards-original letters of King autographs, tends materially to the increase of knowledge. Henry VIII., correspondence of the Leicesters and the Biographical knowledge in an especial manner, for we Burghleys of Queen Elizabeth's time, lists of people can hardly possess the autograph signature of any indi- “touched and cured,” of state prisoners sent to the vidual without being induced by it to find out something Tower, and the charges brought against them, records of of his life and history.

the Commonwealth, memorials of the Restoration, the The student in any department of science and art actual receipt of Mrs. Gwyn for her pension, and an will find bis historical and biographical knowledge immense variety of other matters, all serving to illustrate insensibly increased upon him, if his taste lead him, as a our national history—had been left to rot in the vaults pastime, to collect the signatures of the learned men who under Somerset House; and that as much of it as was have lived and who are now living to do honour to the in a state to serve as waste, was sold for the sum of eighty profession to which he aspires. For instance, let the pounds to a fishmonger in Hungerford Market. Let the divinity student collect the signatures of the distinguished reader consider for a moment what a vast amount of Church dignitaries and learned divines of the past and the written documents, all of national interest, and of value, present age. Let the medical student pursue the same more or less, does the sum of eighty pounds represent, plan in his own profession, making any artificial periods with waste paper at one penny halfpenny or twopence per for the sake of classification and arrangement which his pound? We can only judge of what was lost by the value own fancy may suggest. Let the artist do the same, of the little that was saved. The Government, at a heavy arranging his signatures according to the different styles cost, repurchased some portion, private collectors secured of art, with dates attached to them. And we venture to a share---still, notwithstanding some part was saved, affirm that all these will find that they have been, while destruction did its work. thus amusing themselves, acquiring knowledge, both of Who then knows the great good that has resulted men and things, most important, and in a degree far from autograph collecting, and what, for aught we greater than most persons would anticipate. The same know, might result again-will not pardon the little holds true, also, of those who would collect the signatures trouble which the young amateur may give, while in or autographs of statesmen and military and naval heroes. pursuit of the object which he has in view. NotwithThese signatures have an influence upon knowledge, and, standing Southey vented his spleen against the whole in this respect, a value over and above the interest which sect so stongly as to give public notice that he had entered attaches to the pursuit of acquiring them.

into a “Society for the Discouragement of Autograph On very many occasions, a taste for collecting auto- Collecting, which society," he goes on to say, “ will not graphs has been the means of rendering good service to be dissolved until the Legislature in its wisdom shall the cause of historical truth. But for this taste, several have taken measures for suppressing that troublesome of our most valuable original state documents—the


and increasing sect." bases of the history of our country-would have been Dr. Phalmas professed to measure a man's modesty entirely and irretrievably lost. It is a fact not perhaps by the facility with which he granted the favour of his generally known, but nevertheless positively correct, signature when the request was made to him. that it was the accidental presence of Sir Robert Cotton, standing these great authorities to the contrary, there which some years ago saved the original Magna Charta cannot be the shadow of a doubt that society reaps a itself from being cut up into tailors' measures, to which benefit from a prevalence of this taste, because of it; ignoble distressing ignorance had consigned it. Mr. though masses of rubbish may be collected, that which Upcott, Librarian of the British Institution, in a manner is of real value is never likely to be lost. equally accidental, discovered and rescued from destruction, With regard to the arrangement and classification of the notes and papers of the celebrated John Evelyn, and autographs, we have already given a few hints in the


course of these remarks, and perhaps what we have said may be sufficient.

The album, which appears to have been the original method, is without a doubt the best that can be adopted for preserving the signatures which we may obtain. Original specimens should be kept in one album and facsimiles in another. These two should never be mixed, for the value of any collection of the former depends of course upon their being strictly genuine. Any original signatures of deceased persons which we may obtain from letters or elsewhere, can be neatly gummed into the album; and it 'is a good plan to write underneath the date of the birth and death of the individuals to whom they belong. Living celebrities should be induced, if possible, to comply with the old German custom, and write their own on the page itself.

Facsimiles of signatures of historical and antiquarian interest are not without value if well done. Copies of the signatures of the kings of England form an interesting collection. The earliest royal autograph, we believe, now in existence is the small figure of a cross made by the hand of William Rufus (William II.) in the centre of the charter by which he granted the manor of Lambeth to the church of Rochester. This charter is preserved in

the British Museum, having been bequeathed to the nation some years ago, with several other interesting documents of a like kind by Lord Frederick Campbell. The next in point of date is the signature of Richard II. (Le Roy, R.E.) affixed to two documents—one of which is in the archives of the Tower of London, and the other, which relates to the surrender of Brest, is ainong the Cottonian Manuscripts. From the time of Richard II. the royal signatures of England continue in uninterrupted succession, and facsimiles of these are very easily obtained.

With regard to classification, the most natural plan is at once the most convenient and the most easy of adoption, both in the case of original signatures and facsimiles. Crowned heads, peers of the realm, noblemen, archbishops, bishops, and clergy, military and naval men, statesmen, physicians, lawyers, foreigners of distinction, etc., etc.; these appear to embrace the principal heads under which autographs can be arranged and classified. There are many valuable books upon this subject, which those who take an interest in it will do well to consult. Perhaps the most interesting is “The Handbook of Autographs," by F. G. Netherclift, published by John Russell Smith, Soho Square, London,

"The sweetest woman ever fate Perverse denied a household mate."


"TIS twilight of the day,

And twilight of the year ; The leaves are turning sear, The green is growing grey. It is a little room, So neatly dressed and still ; Which fostered roses fill With subtlest of perfume. A zephyr lurking by, Betrays the curtained bedDid ever mortal head On either pillow lie? That pantomimic fireHow clear its cozy glow! It gestures ever so, Behind the woven wire. But hush! The Lady comes, As softly as the hours; 'Tis sweeter than her flow'rsThe melody she hums.

She deftly locks the blind,
And draws the night-shade low;
While with her gown of snow
The kitten toys behind.
Her hands are faultless fair,
Her movements all of grace ;
And hers a queenly air
For such a lowly place.
She sits, and bows her head-
What do the shadows say ?--
Her volume of the day
Lies open and unread.
The beauty of her face,
Where lives a dreamy light,
No suffering shall blight,
Nor wearing years erase.
She sighs-now lifts above
The worship of a tear :
And angels waiting near,
Record a wounded love.

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