and replied with solemn stupidity; but that he did listen and reply was enough for Mrs. Galton.

She entirely baffled all Lady Glaskill's innocent attempts to win him solely and wholly to herself again. The younger prettier woman had the will to take and the power to hold, and Lady Glaskill retired routed-ignominiously routed by one of her own allies. She was put out by her defeat for a brief time, but although an insatiably vain, she was a goodnatured woman; therefore the sole revenge she took on her audacious niece was couched in these words, which she uttered in no very low tone when the Oriental 'vantage-ground that Kate had gained departed :—

"Well, my dear, I'm sorry that you have so soon lost the opportunity of making yourself conspicuous; now, perhaps, you will be good enough to come here and let me introduce some of my particular friends to you. I suppose you are disappointed that it isn't a dance, you're looking so blank," she continued, turning sharply to Theo, "never allow dancing in my house, my dear; wear out your tongues as much as you like, but not my carpets."

Which sally was rewarded by a brace of sycophants observing audibly that "Lady Glaskill was as astonishingly vivacious as ever,' which remark caused Lady Glaskill to suppose that they were hoping to be invited to her next entertainment, and to decide that they should be disappointed. Flattery, if she fathomed it, was wont to receive mild punishment from her.

Amongst the particular friends whom Lady Glaskill specially selected to honour with an introduction to the handsome niece of whom she was slightly jealous, was the successful novelist, whose light had been put under a bushel while the Oriental remained. Mrs. Galton, whose object it was to make a party of her own before she quarrelled with her aunt, which past experience taught she was liable to do at any moment after a week's intercourse-Mrs. Galton, knowing this, made the man of letters her own adroitly in a very short time.

Not by praising his new novel; she was no such bungler as to seek her end by using such clumsy means. She did not open a heavy fire of her opinions respecting it upon him, reducing him to the verge of imbecility by declaring his book to be "so delightful," and herself "so much interested in it," and the heroine to be "a dear," and the end "delicious" or "dreadful," as the case might be. But she anatomised it; spoke of it as a whole as no one who did not know it thoroughly could speak, he told himself; judiciously extracted from him

a statement of what he considered to be the finest passages, and then spoke with great feeiing and sympathy of those very passages in a way that was more subtly flattering than any open praise would have been. Men, even successful novelists, are but mortal. Mr. Linley was not ill pleased to find that a work of his was deemed so profound by a woman who was "far from shallow," so he phrased it in his mind. Theo Leigh, standing by, wondered greatly that Mrs. Galton should so rashly venture upon the discussion of a book which she only knew through the medium of reviews, with its author, and still more whether this Linley was the one of whom her father had spoken-the man who had been a young Englishman in Greece contemporaneously with Harold Ffrench.

But speculation on any subject ceased to occupy her mind almost immediately, for a man made his way very quietly to her side and addressed her, and took her hand in his as though they had parted on the most ordinary terms. His coolness cooled her, and his steadiness steadied her, and though she was disappointed-wisely as she had resolved-at this casual-acquaintance manner which Mr. Ffrench adopted towards her, she still could but feel glad that it so immediately reacted upon her own.

"I was very glad to hear from Mrs. Galton that you and she are going to enjoy yourselves | together; it was the most sensible plan I ever knew her form. Is your father in town still?— how is he?"

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Papa is gone home-he is very well." "What is the move?-oh! going down to supper; my experience of this sort of thing teaches me that it is well to go down at once if you want to get anything; the hindmost are overtaken by evil and hunger; shall we go down?"

He held his arm out for her to take as he spoke, and she placed her hand upon it, and would not suffer that hand to tremble. But she kept her face partially averted from him, and he marked that she did so.

"Theo!" he exclaimed suddenly, as they came to a compulsory pause on the staircase, "I am very glad to see you again."

"And I am glad to see you," she said frankly; and as she said it she made one of the many efforts to be brave and non-emotional that women situated in her position are compelled to make; she looked him in the face and met his gaze unflinchingly.

"Glad to see me very quietly 'glad'; well, no matter, what can I expect but a very sober satisfaction to be yours at sight of me. You see many other people now. I ought to

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"I have nothing to forgive, Mr. Ffrench," she replied proudly, for there was the same tender inflection in his voice that had been in it on that night when he had told his love for her, and won her to show hers in return. She remembered this, and the remembrance stung her.

"Nothing to forgive! I wish to Heaven you had not anything to forgive," he muttered. Then he went to get her a glass of wine; and Theo marked him as he walked away, and thought what a grand gentleman he looked amongst them all, and how no young man in the room could compete with this one, who carried his forty years so gracefully.

"You have not been long with Kate ?" he asked when he came back to her; and when she had said " No," he went on to ask her how long, and where had she been, and whom had she seen; he was very particular on this last point.

"But it's not dull at all; I should think, from what they were saying, that it must be very amusing; but I was going to say I was wondering whether he could be the same Mr. Linley who, papa says, was in Greece at the same time you were there; did you know him? do you remember him?”

It happened that as Theo asked this of Harold Ffrench that Mrs. Galton and her cavalier were advancing towards them. The men were face to face, and were naturally looking directly at one another.

"I do not know him," Harold Ffrench replied to Theo's question in a tone loud enough, Theo thought, to reach the ears of the man who was spoken about. But the next instant Harold Ffrench did know him, for Mrs. Galton introduced her cousin to her new friend with effusion.

The supper-room was rather crowded now,

"With whom?"

"Mrs. Galton."

quadrilateral with whom my story has to do presently returned, was comparatively deserted and free. When they regained it Kate began

"Mr. Galton is down at Haversham," Theo replied; she did not know that Harold Ffrench was very indifferent as to John Galton's whereabouts, and only anxious to learn whether they had been to the Academy unescorted, in order that he might find out if Kate were fulfilling her threat of introducing some desirable parti to Theo.

"It's not much use your going to the Academy with Mrs. Galton alone; she knows nothing at all about pictures; when I can speak to her I will make an appointment to accompany you there to-morrow-she appears to be very deeply interested just now," he continued with a laugh as Kate sailed into the supper-room, on Mr. Linley's arm, and then (it was a supper that people took in a sketchy manner, standing up) posed herself against the wall, and continued to converse enthusiastically.

"I think she is very much interested in his book," Theo replied.

"What is his book about?”

men of "the land of the east and the clime of the sun "there earlier in the evening, and to lament that he had not seen the same.

"And do you know he appeared to be very prosaic, not to say stupid and common-place, despite his turban and his wonderful costume," she continued.

Then the author, who did not appear to like the probability of lapsing into obscurity again, said that if she liked he would give them a spe cimen of eastern story-telling, and endeavour to bring the Orient more vividly before them than Osmanli Effendi had succeeded in doing.

"What will you sit cross-legged on some cushions and tell us a story?" Kate asked; and Mr. Linley said, "Yes, if she pleaseda story with plenty of thrill in it," and forthwith deposited himself in the position she described and commenced :

"It does not matter whether it was one, or ten, or forty years ago that two Franks, two Giaours, two infidels wandering about the streets of an eastern city, saw a face at the

grating of a well-secured window that struck them both as being lovely as that of the young Häideo; the loveliest, in fact, that they had ever seen. Both men they were Englishmen-thought that face beautiful as that of Venus herself can be, but the younger and warmer-natured man loved it on the instant.

"It will give a greater air of reality to my story, and save a confusion of ideas respecting which of the men I mean, if I give names both to them and to the place; you agree with me?" he continued, throwing a questioning glance around. Any names will do; help me to some, Mrs. Galton, for I am in the novelist's usual difficulty; any names will do, my own for one (just to avoid confusion) and yours for the other."

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"Thank you"-Harold Ffrench had been the one addressed, and Harold Ffrench was now the speaker" but I had rather that you kept my name out of the story."

"As you will," Mr. Linley replied carelessly, "it was only to avoid confusion. Well, I will call them Stinton and Forbes then. The elder of the two," he went on rapidly, dashing into his story again with velocity, "the elder of the two men thought that face beautiful as that of Venus herself the younger, warmer-natured man, loved it on the instant.

"I will say that the city was Constantinople; can you help me to a description of Constantinople-a photographic description, a description such as will bring the city itself before these ladies?" he asked, pulling himself up abruptly in his narrative, and addressing Harold Ffrench.

"I regret that I cannot assist you, for I never saw Constantinople," Harold replied, and Theo fancied that he looked annoyed at the attempt to draw him into this "lrawingroom entertainment."

"You can't assist me ?-good," the man of letters went on glibly. "Briefly, then, the tale of the mosques and minarets has been better told before, so I will spare you the recital; but the window of the house at which this face appeared must be described.

"It was a broad, high, thickly-grated window, and from immediately beneath it projected a huge drawer. This drawer revolved, the two men discovered on a nearer inspection, and was used as a sort of bazaar. That is to say, the females of the house placed therein articles of their own handiwork; then spun the drawer round, and passers-by took these articles away, leaving money in exchange. Forbes, the younger man, had learnt the Turkish language; he could speak it well, and write it indifferently. But the other language that is familiar as their mother-tongue to the

women of Stamboul-the language of flowers -he was an adept in. And soon single sprigs and deftly arranged bouquets were laid constantly in that revolving drawer, and the girl came oftener to the grating without her yashmak on.

"It was a brother and two sisters who dwelt in that house; the brother had been impoverished by the revolution, and the sisters' fate, despite the beauty of the elder one, was not ordained to be bright. She was to go to the seraglio of a small pacha, an old man against whom she revolted; the younger girl's fate was to be harder and more horrible still,—she was to be immured for life amongst other women whom no man would buy.

"Forbes was as handsome a fellow as the sun ever shone upon; a well-born, well-bred Englishman; and the Moslem girl with the glorious face soon owned him, not lord of her soul, for Moslem girls are not supposed to possess any, and Leila didn't presume to set herself up above her sisters-but of her heart. And then the solitary sprigs and well-arranged bouquets went on thicker than before. finally Forbes told Stinton one day that he must assist in carrying Leila off.

And

"In the dead hour of the night Leila placed herself in the revolving drawer, which was then slowly turned round by the sister who was left, and whose sobs sounded mournfully in the ears of the two men who were rescuing the beauty. The drawer moved heavily and uneasily; in fact, the eastern houri was of rather substantial proportions, and though she shrank into a marvellously small space under the influence of fear, she was pulled through with difficulty, and not without slight detriment to her back, which got grazed in the passage even through the folds of muslin.

The

"He was a chivalrous young Englishman; the act was foolishly romantic, but foolish romance was the worst of his offences. girl he had abduced he resolved to make his wife according to the laws of the church and land to which he belonged. So, with his friend Stinton-the lady still being closely veiled-Forbes took his Leila away without delay, and put her on board an English man-ofwar, the chaplain of which married the Ottoman lady to the hope of an English house.

"The romance is generally over when the ring is on and the service read. In this case, though, the romance began at this juncture. I have said that Leila, now Mrs. Forbes, had remained closely veiled all the while, but now || that she was his wife, and under the protection| of the English flag, the ardent husband tore down the yashmak and saw-not Leila, but her younger sister.

"She fell upon her knees, and he did not kill or curse her, as I think I should have done in the like case. He took her away to Europe, and did not hear what his friend Stinton, who remained in the city, learnt the following day; namely, that Leila, who had sacrificed her lover and herself to her selfish little sisterwho, in addition to her other sins, was as ugly as the devil-that Leila expiated her offence against the heaven-born passion, love, in the dark blue waters of the Bosphorus."

(To be continued.)

ANA.

In the "Siege of Rome," a piece brought out at Paris, the French soldiers are made to cry, "Vive l'Empereur!" as they rushed to the

assault, though France had certainly no empe, ror at that time. Also in the play of "Marengo (the battle was fought under the Consulate), the troops cry lustily "Vive l'Empereur" as they march off the stage to the scene of combat. In Dumas's play of "Richard Darlington there is a scene in which figures a vehicle drawn by a horse. In the discussion between the manager and the proprietor of these articles as to the price to be paid at each representation, the latter held out for higher pay. "Surely," said the manager, "what I offer you is enough; the horse will have very little to do: it merely walks on the stage, and in two minutes walks off again." "Oh," replied the owner, "it is not what he would have to do, but the disgrace !”

THE MASTAI FAMILY.-The present Pope is the youngest of three living brothers. His eldest brother, Count Gabriel, is eighty-four years of age, and the next, Count Gaetan, is eighty; he has one sister, the Countess Benigni, a vigorous old lady, seventy-seven years of age. Count Jerome, his father, died at fourscore-andfour years; and the Countess Catherine, his mother, at fourscore-and-two. Finally, Count Hercules, his grandfather, lived to the patriarchal age of fourscore-and-sixteen. Altogether, the family of the Mastai is a numerous one. Count Gabriel has two sons, the eldest, Count Louis, married to the Princess del Drago; and Count Hercules, who married the niece of Cardinal Cadolini. Count Gaetan is a widower and has no children, nor did Count Joseph, another brother, who died a few years ago, leave any; but his sisters have made amends in this respect, and the Pope has no lack of nephews and grand-nephews.

i RECRUITING IN THE OLDEN TIME.-Our recruiting serjeants used to tell a pretty good tale to entice recruits, but we do not remember

to have ever seen an official notice, not even among those issued by the East India Company in times gone by, which in its attractiveness equalled the following invitation to good-looking young men to enter the regiment of La Fere of the French Royal Artillery ::- "By command of the King.-Those who desire to enter the Royal Corps of Artillery, the regiment of La Fere, Richoufftz's company, are informed it is that of the Picards. In it they dance three days in the week, and play at rackets twice; the rest of the time is spent at skittles and other games, and in the exercise of arms. Amusements abound, every soldier has high pay. Applications to be made to M. de Richoufftz, at his château of Vauchelles, near Noyon, in Picardy. He will reward those who bring him well-grown recruits." It was this regijunior lieutenant in 1785, shortly after leaving ment which Napoleon Bonaparte entered as a the military school.

COURT ETIQUETTE.-A very curious regulation of the Chamberlain's office, bearing date 1624, touching the conduct to be observed by cadets who were invited to dine with an Austrian archduke runs as follows:-" His Imperial and Royal Highness having deigned to invite several officers to dine at his table, and having had frequent opportunities of observing that the greater part of these officers behave with the strictest courtesy and good-breeding towards each other, and generally conduct themselves like true and worthy cavaliers, nevertheless deems it advisable that the less

experienced cadets should have their attention directed to the following code of regulations :1. To present their respects to His Imperial and Royal Highness on their arrival, to come neatly dressed, coat and boots, and not to enter the room in a half-drunken condition. 2. At table they are not to tilt up their chairs or rock themselves therein, nor stretch their legs at full length. 3. Nor drink after each mouthful, for if they do they will get tipsy too soon; nor empty the goblet to the extent of more than one half after each dish, and, before drinking therefrom, they should wipe the mouth and moustaches in a cleanly manner. 4. Neither are they to thrust their hands into the dishes, nor to throw the bones under the table. Nor to lick their fingers, nor to expectorate in their plates, nor to wipe their noses on the tablecloth. 6. Nor drink so bestially as to fall from their chair, and make themselves incapable of walking straight." We may well wonder what kind of manners prevailed at that period among the lower grades of society when we find a code like the above considered necessary to regulate the behaviour of young officers who must have belonged to the noblest families.

5.

PART I.

As a sequel to a recent paper,* "The Greater Light," in which we endeavoured to familiarise the reader with the principal matters of interest connected with the sun, we propose now to offer a few remarks upon the world's secondary luminary-the Moon. We cannot preface our subject with an encomium or panegyric upon the moon's splendour and beauty, for fear of laying ourselves open to a charge of plagiarism; for poets and poetasters in all ages, from Homer down to the last scribbler who poured out his little soul in "Lines on a Moonbeam," seem to have laid claim to the moon as an object created for their especial use and benefit, and they have

Bayed and bruited the silver moon,

Till they made her as dull as a leaden spoon. But while singing the praises of her beauty they have entirely ignored her utility, and overlooked the important part she plays in ministering to the wants of the inhabitants of this earth. They have loudly glorified the little "Star in the north that can guide the wand'rer where'er he may roam," and that "In the waste of the desert or tide still points out the path to his home;" but they have omitted to render Cynthia her due measure of praise for her aid in piloting the mariner across the ocean, for she is his true guiding star, and it is to her that we owe the present advanced state of the art of navigation. The

* See Vol. x., p. 565.

long mysterious problem, the determination of the longitude at sea, the key to a successful means of traversing the ocean, was only fully solved when the result of astronomical observation and analysis led to the perfection of that transcendent achievement of human genius, the Lunar Theory, or the applications of mechanical laws and mathematical reasoning to an attainment of a knowledge of the intricate motions of our satellite, and the subsequent formation of tables by which the exact position of the moon in the heavens could be predicted, as is now done, for any moment of time for many years in advance. More than this, the moon, through the agency of the tides of which she is the immediate cause, assists in the transport of the world's merchandise from shore to shore and from sea to cities far inland, bearing away with the ebbing waters of our tidal rivers the cities' pestilential refuse, and dissipating it in the harmless sea. also assists the historian or chronologer by affording him at times the means of defining a distant date, or establishing the disputed locality or period of a historical event. For instance, Herodotus relates that during a battle between the Medes and Lydians a total eclipse of the sun occurred that struck the rival armies with terror, and brought about a pacific arrangement between the two nations. Various chronologers, unable to agree upon the date of this event, have assigned various times for it between B.C. 630 and B.C. 585; but the astronomer, armed with his "Lunar Tables," enters the field of dispute, and boldly declares

The moon