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cherish a good hope that they may soon be exchanged. "Maligs." was Harry's way of calling our enemies, Upon the enemy's retreat, we could hardly dissuade the malignants. our soldiers from falling on their works to gain Mr. Tonkin prepared to cut the pudding, all the their ordnance, but we had too few men to adventure family looking on attentively as he did so. I think on so hazardous a design.

the various faces around the board might have made Next day, to our great joy, news was brought to us a picture. The serving-woman paused at the door that the enemy were preparing to draw off their to see it done. . Mrs. Tonkin looked amused, Harry ordnance. Many of the townsfolk were utterly un- and the elder sons expectant; the girls archly unbelieving, amongst them Mr. Tonkin. Such glanced at each other, being in each other's gecret ; I mercies, the poor gentleman thought, were not for was curious to know what sort of a compound we him, but being persuaded by his wife, and accom- were to partake of. The master of the house looked panied by his son Richard, le ventured outside grave and suspicious, and was slow in his operations. Frankfort Gate, and beheld for himself, in the dis- The outside colour of the pudding was all that tance, the withdrawal of the cannon from some of the could be desired, & rich handsome brown; but if, enemy's works. Now there was nothing but re- indeed, it were veritable plum-pudding, where, joicing, though somewhat silently, for fear of what either for love or for money, had the Misses Tonkin the enemy might really purpose; but the next day been able to procure the spices, the plums, the being Christmas Day, the very day that Prince currants, the lemon-peel ? Maurice boastfully promised his soldiers they should Yet all were there, though proportionately and eat their roast beef and plum-pudding in Plymouth, skilfully mixed, and so mingled by long boiling that they were compelled to raise the siege and march each blended with the other as a Christmas pudding away from us, owing, as all will acknowledge, to the should do. steadfastness of the townsfolk in their allegiance to Beyond Harry's impulsive exclamation when he the Parliament, aided by the valour of the soldiers, had tasted his first morsel, · Never ate both of which have been, I needs must write, me better, girls ! ” little was said for a few moments, morable and praiseworthy, though I would add with whilst we all more cautiously repeated Harry's reverence, as our good old sergeant would wish me experiment. But each, as he or she tasted, to do, " to God be all the glory."

was evidently inclined to echo the lad's verdict. No sooner were the besiegers gone, than it seemed Curiosity increased as appetite was satisfied. I had as if an oppressive weight were lifted from every heart, a shrewd suspicion that the serving woman knew and crowds of the townspeople, who had been com- something about it; she had lingered so persistently pelled to remain inside the gates, issued out with joyful to enjoy the surprise. hearts, to see the accustomed country, and to behold “The credit of this pudding is due to Rhoda," the several parts of wbich they had heard so much, said Mrs. Tonkin, “and we must ask her to come in and in which actions of so much moment to them and tell us the story later on, when she has enjoyed and theirs had taken place.

her share in the kitchen." A day of thanksgiving was appointed to celebrate This was the story that Rhoda, a fine-looking God's great mercy in enabling us to be steadfast woman of thirty, had to tell us, prefaced by these until our enemies were removed from us. The bells words of her mistress : of the church of St. Andrew rang merrily, and I need not tell you, Master Holbeck, nor any of Christmas-day was a day of rejoicing. But good cheer us, that the women of this town have done good of that abundance, and that kind, associated in our service to our army, all the while we have been put minds with the word Christmas was necessarily, as to these sore straits, for though some of them, and the old saying has it, “ conspicuous by its absence,” amongst the rest Rhoda here, have been shot and the first two courses I enjoyed at Mr. Tonkin's, through several garments, and even once or twice were fair representative of what even the more

eceived a graze upon their skins, yet they have conopulent classes could furnish. First, we had a soup, tinued to take such provisions as they had to the made, as Mrs. Tonkin said playfully, of everything Parliamentarians engaged at our defences, and strong but turtle, and to which Harry Tonkin, a merry lad waters to rally them when wounded or faint.” who has always a joke to enliven us with, gave the “My brother is a soldier,” said Rhoda, “and my name of “ omnium gatherum soup.”

father and other relatives are in the train-bands; The next course was a portion of dried fish, well so of course I was necessitated to be very anxious soaked and boiled, with a limited quantity of meited about them, though I would not have had them anybutter as a Christmas luxury. But after that we had thing different, of course. My mistress,” and here the pudding, made by the fair daughters of the house, she glanced with an expression blended of love and who told us beforehand, as a great secret, that they pride at Mrs. Tonkin, "could not do enough kindhad been put to their wits' end to find the proper ness to me and them; she often spared me to take ingredients. It was received with shouts of mirth, them things when she wanted me at home, and still as the servant bore it in, suitably decorated with a more often gave me the things to take. The Lord piece of holly from the garden, while the dish was reward her for her goodness to His suffering ones!” itself prettily garnished with bunches of holly Rhoda, I knew, was a religious woman of higla berries, ingeniously made to represent the words, character, much esteemed by her mistress and all "A Christmas to you."

the family, acting up to her principles in all things, . Bravo, girls!” cried Harry; "we're not without a like Sergeant Gurney, “fearing God and knowing no Christmas pudding, after all; and the maligs. have other fear.” turned their backs upon us—that's a very good One day,” she continued (“our Lieutenant and Christmas box, isn't it, mother ?"

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great fight at Lipson, when poor Captain Wansey her Christmas pudding, which otherwise he fears may fell, there were a grievous slashing and driving on not be worth the eating. He would have put in flour, both sides at the enemy as well as. at ourselves, but fears to add too greatly to the weight of this, whereby the slaughter was great, and the number of supposing as he does, that Mistress Calmady herself wounded very many. I was attending on our poor must transport it from Lipson to Plymouth. He men, when I saw a prisoner amongst us, dreadfully wishes he could do this service for her, a wish in wounded, and no surgeon to attend bim. So I which he has no expectation that Mistress Calmady bound him up as well as I knew how, and my will join him.' brother, who was wounded too, took a little interest “ I should think not !" interposed Rhoda. in the poor wretch. I waited on him a little, from time *. He hopes these little matters will at least prove to time, and did what I could for him, it wasn't that Mistress Calmady's kindness to him is not formuch, till by and by, at the end of a week, maybe, he gotten by one who signs himself by the name she was exchanged, and his imprisonment came to an knows him to bear.'” end. I never expected to hear any more of the Here Rhoda abruptly concluded. mntter, not looking for much gratitude amongst malig- “I am not going to read that name. I think it nants," and here Rhoda looked rather grim; “but better not in the presence of his enemies." this one was to show himself more of a man than Dick Tonkin laughed merrily. some of them. The next time afterwards that there “Nay, Rhoda, after that pudding you may be was an exchange of prisoners, one of our men who assured we are his friends, at all events now that came back from Widey where he had been during his the siege is raised and he has betaken himself to imprisonment, brought for me a parcel, not of very other regions. But do as you will, you are a prudent small size, from my patient, who, he told me, was an woman, yet I would not willingly kill our grateful officer's servant to a gentleman high in authority malignant, who has provided us with such suitable under Prince Maurice. It was some days before the sustenance on this festive occasion. But we have to parcel came into my hand, owing to a little accident thank you most of all that you did not, as so many I had had, which prevented my going to the fort as would have done, keep these things for yourself, but usual.” Here Rhoda looked meaningly at her generously gave them for the family feast.”. mistress.

Rhoda's countenance beamed with affection as she " Rhoda's little accident was being shot at and answered oracularly, yet with a not much hidden slightly wounded,” said Mrs. Tonkin, drily.

meaning in her words“Our man was told,” continued Rhoda, “

“ Master Dick ! Master Dick! we should none of us account to deliver the parcel to anyone but myself, be as we are, if we were different. There's never and he smirked and simpered about it just as if he been a day since I first stepped into this house, sixthought it might be a love-message. But he little teen years ago, when I wasn't treated as one of the knows Rhoda Calmady, who thinks she would allow family, sharing their goods even more than their ills. herself to love a malignant."

Would you think me less grateful than my malig. The woman drew herself up proudly, and her eyes nant?" Tears came into her honest eyes, and she flashed. I felt my colour come vividly over my face, retreated." I will send a bit of pudding to father and and feared everybody would notice it. Did Rhoda mother, mistress," she said, as she went out of the suspect my love for Lucy Woollcombe ?

door, quite in a different tone. "I was certainly curious to know what my parcel “ Dear good Rhoda ! God bless you,

Rhoda !" contained,” continued the serving-woman; " but I Such exclamations greeted her pleasantly, from would not let the other soldiers guess as much, so I the young people. quietly put it in my basket and went on with my After this, Mrs. Tonkin and her daughters Grace work, dealing out the food and drink my mistress and Moll, with Lieutenant Dick and Harry and my. had sent for the poor hungry fellows. On my return self all went out towards Lipson Fort. home there were certain duties to be fulfilled in this It was such a treat," the girls declared, “ to be house for the family, so that I had to put my curiosity a bit free again, after being shut up like hens in a to some test. At last I had time for my own con- coop.” cerns."

“If we had known, poor Rhoda," said Moll Tonkin, a sprightly girl of eighteen, "we would have

CHAPTER XII. given you time to peep into your mysterious packet

“Tell me, ye merchants' daughters, did ye see at once. It must have been dreadfully tantalising to

So fayre a creature in your towne before,

So sweet, so lovely, and so mild as she, wait so long !"

Adorned with beauty's grace and virtue's store ?" Rhoda smiled at her young mistress.

SPENSER “I found, on removing the outer covering, that the parcel consisted of a small wooden box, and on

S we proceeded out of North Gate, opening this discovered various separate packets, all

by Resolution Fort, towards Lipof which I of course proceeded to examine. In one

saw just before usa was sugar, in another spice, in another raisins, in

female figure I knew well, leaning another currants, in another lemon peel, and in

on the arm of an older woman for another tea; and beneath all I found this note."

support, and advancing but at & Here Rhoda took a sheet of paper from her pocket,

slow pace. I was walking at the and read :

side of Mrs. Tonkin, and I now "w. Mistress Rhoda Calmady will do the sender a

bent and whispered to her-favour by accepting the accompanying articles for “You see Miss Woollcombe, dear Mrs. Tonkin ;

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I must lend her my arm ; she really needs better “Lord Falkland ! I think I heard the name, but assistance in walking than Bridget can render her." have no knowledge of the gentleman," I said. Surely

“I am not sure of that, Benjamin," said my it was not possible Lucy Woollcombe took an kind friend, smiling ;“ but, if you desire it, we will especial interest in this nobleman! make one party in our walk. Surely no one can feel “ From all I have heard of him," she continued, other than friendly towards sweet Lucy Woollcombe.” her face glowing with enthusiasm, her dark blue So she advanced a little more quickly till we were even eyes kindling, “ he was my type of a Christian hero with Lucy and her maid, when Mrs. Tonkin gently and gentleman.” laid her arm on that of the young girl, and said Her words could but pain me. “I

suppose we are all of us glad of the chance to “Once I went with my father to London, when I see the fields again, thiş blessed Christmas day, was almost a child, and I saw him. Such a beautidear Lucy. My young Roundheads here will help ful, intellectual face, such a chivalrous manner, such you along; you are still weak. Come, Master Hol- a graceful form ! And now-oh! it is horrible !" beck, give my young friend your strong arm." and she sighed mournfully.

Thus skilfully and kindly, for which everyone of Tell me all about it, Miss Woollcombe.” my dear ones who reads this may know I heartily “He was our poor dear King's secretary of state, thanked her in my soul, did Mrs. Tonkin prepare and only thirty-four years old. He enlisted in Lord my way.

Byron's cavalry corps as a volunteer. No RoundBut Bridget's wooden face was as unyielding and head could be more truly religious than he, Mr. expressionless as a door. The broad mouth opened Holbeck; besides this he was clever, even brilliant, and shut again without a word, as if by machinery, and his honour was unimpeachable. You know he or as if taking a bite at an invisible object; then she tried all he could to make the King understood opened it once again and said, in broad Devonshire- by your party, and to reconcile us all, and re

If that was all, I could carry her out and home; establish peace. If all the King's ministers had hers no more than a fly to me, in manner of speak- been like Lord Falkland, my father says, the dising ; and when we talk about weight, her may agreement would never have existed, at any rate, lean as hard as her likes, her won't hurt me." would never have widened into war. He was a true

“Of course not,” said Mrs. Tonkin; “but, Bridget, patriot, Mr. Holbeck, and when hostilities began, it let it be as I say, for I have two or three things I is said, he grew quite morbid and melancholy, have occasion to ask your advice upon.”

neglected his dress, and gave way to fits of dejection, If any us of were inclined to think this only an ex- weeping over the calamities that must aftlict his cuse, we changed our opinion when Mrs. Tonkin country and her people, and was often heard to say to and Miss Woollcombe's wooden-faced servant walked himself the one word, “ Peace ! peace !" as if he longea together, and appeared to enter at once into confi- for that more than all besides. I think I understand dential talk. I gave Mrs. Tonkin credit for being just how he must have felt,” said Lucy ;“my own the most straightforward and yet clever diplomatist life seems so altered. It is quite difficult to me to the world had ever seen.

imagine that less than two years ago, I was one of And now that I looked at Lucy, the first time the merriest girls in Plymouth, spending my life in I had seen her out of doors save at the moment of song and mirth, never dreaming of all that was so the accident, I felt a strong pang of anxiety concern- soon coming for me and all those I love." ing her health, so exquisitely pink and white was "Perhaps in another two years the storm-cloud her sweet face, so fragile and delicate her whole ap- of war and sorrow will have passed away, and you pearance. Was it possible that this awful war, will be merry and happy again. God grant it may be besides killing strong men in the field, caused so !" I said. beautiful maidens to be struck and to pine to death in - There will be so many dead," she said, pensively. besieged cities?

“ Tell me more about Lord Falkland, Miss Wooll" Miss Woollcombe," I said tenderly, as I raised combe.” her little hand upon my arm, and entreated her to “ It is said in my father's letters that on the lean upon me, how is it you regain strength so morning of this battle of Newbury he appeared to slowly? I fear you are not taking care of yourself." have a presentiment of his fate; he attired himself

" I am doing very well, my kind doctor says," richly, and said playfully to a friend that his body she answered; "pray do not trouble about me. What should not be found by the enemy in a slovenly cona little thing my death or my life would be to dition. Then he added these words, “I am weary anyone save my father. What I think about is of the times, and foresee much misery to my country ; the peril of my King, and of the many brave men but believe me, I shall be out of it before night." He with him, as well as on the side of the Parliament was inspired by this solemn conviction when he -your side," she added, looking at me,as I thought, took his place in the ranks, and in the first onset a little reproachfully. “Only this morning, my he fell, mortally wounded, by a cannon shot; he dear father has had news that has grieved him only lived about an hour afterwards." sorely, though it happened long weeks ago, on the Lucy': eyes filled as she ended her simple yet 20th of September, I think my father said." pathetic narration. I remembered afterwards that

“At the battle of Newbury?" I queried, watching I had heard the name of Lucius Carey, Lord Falkher sweet face intently.

land, spoken of by our officers as amongst the killed, “Yes," she replied, “but my father has only to at Newbury. day received letters from his friends describing it. “ He was indeed one of the Cavalier heroes,” I said In that battle, as you may have heard, Lord Falk-" and in all his good, grand qualities, I desire to land fell."

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hero, in a humbler rank of life, who has died amongst mightest eat. Some time I almost choke when I us at Plymouth here?

have a good meal, and think of thee, and the tears “Do,” she said ; “true bravery is always good will come rolling down into my plate. Mother says hearing."

then, rather sharply, • Tears are poor sauce, Lettice." How I loved her for those words. My Lucy! Ah, if But grandmother says, 'Let her cry, dear child; ber only I could ever hope to call her so! So fair in heart will lighten, if her tears flow gently.' form, so equally fair in mind and soul, happy will be “Dear Ben, there is another thing I must say to thee, that man who wins so priceless a treasure for him that I would to God I knew thou wert a Christian. self!

It must be a dreadful thing to fight, and not feel that In a few brief words I told her the pathetic little we shall go to heaven when we die ; above all to story of our old Sergeant Gurney, and bis giving fight for God's cause, and yet not to seek for His his life up for the poor, young, half-fed lads he com- blessing. Father's leaving us, and thy going away, manded and trained. I told her of his motto—the and many other matters, have induced my poor stubmotto of the Ironsides—" Fear God, and have no other born soul to yield at last to the Lord's good Spirit, fear," and then I added, for the thought came into which has long striven to lead me to Him. And now, my mind, and I desired my heart to be open as a book dear Ben, I think I want nothing so much as to to Lucy—“Who knows, perhaps Sergeant Gurney know that all whom I love are also loving the Lord and Lord Falkland are united in heaven, though with me. Be assured, dear brother, that I pray for they could not be on earth.” She glanced at me thee continually, and that I have full faith that my with such a look in her true deep eyes, which were prayers will be answered. I do believe thou dost. soft with tears shed this time for the Puritan ser- dearly love me. Wilt thou not please me in this one geant, I thought there was no sincerer tribute thing, that thou wilt read thy Bible daily, and pray to his honoured memory. We had no further op- for me as I do for thee? Father says thou hast had. portunity of private speech, for we were drawing the news sent on to thee about Master Thackeray near the fort, and conversation became general. And and sister Miriam. His coming over often makes then on the return, Mrs. Tonkin chose to take Lucy to us lively, when otherwise it would be but dull for herself a wbile, and Lieutenant Tonkin walked with such a family of lone women, Jonathan Thorp goes me and the merry lad Harry, who was full of interest, foraging for news' sometimes, as he calls it, and and asked more questions than one could answer picks up a good deal that interests us, but when we him. But I felt, when I conducted Miss Woollcombe ask him to learn news of thee, he says thou art too far and Bridget to their home in Looe Street, and took away, where none of our pikemen or musketeers ever leave of them, that we had advanced considerably in reach. This is a very great pity. We hope thou our acquaintanceship. I did find opportunity to ask wilt send full particulars of where thou art, and what her if the matter of the stone was satisfactorily the place is like, and who thy friends are. I hope settled between Messrs. Greedy and her father, and they are godly young men, like Colonel Cromwell's she told me yes. I had before this ascertained that Ironsides. My father says there are no oaths, no prothey had paid their promised visit to Mr. Woollcombe. fane talk, no drunkenness in their ranks, and more

This eventful Christmas day was not to end for me praying and preaching, of a high class too, than he without one more pleasure, for on my return to the ever heard before. He says they all feel God is preFort and to my chamber, I found an ample packet sent, and act accordingly. Isn't that a beautiful laid on the little table, and joyfully recognised the thought, dear brother ? Yet no more beautiful than handwriting of my sister Lettice. Several signatures true. God is present in our Yorkshire dales and of officers, by whom the parcel had been “passed " wolds, as in your besieged town. If only we could on its transit from Yorkshire into Devonshire, in- always remember this. terested me, notably those of our great leaders, Sir “Now that I have once begun, dear Ben, to open my Thomas Fairfax and Oliver Cromwell. But one heart to thee, I find it difficult to stop, yet I must signature was of yet more worth to me; it was this, bring my letter to a close ere long, for we have heard “ Benjamin Holbeck, Colonel, all well.” So it had of an opportunity, through good Master Thackeray, passed through my father's hands, and bore news of to send it to thee. So while he is in our parlour, him also, important to me. He was raised to a courting our sister, I am writing this in the kitchen, colonelcy, on which I neartily congratulated him; at a warm nook near grandmother's chair by the fire, and he was well, for which I praised God from my for him to take away with him, later on. Yet as he very soul. Here is the letter of Lettice :

iz never in a hurry to end his discourse with her · Brier Grange, November 8, 1643. (and it is wonderful to me how much lovers have to say “My Dear BROTHER,—How is it we hear no news of to each other), I reckon upon a full hour longer in you ? Surely it cannot be impossible, if you be alive, which to continue my chat, and to pack those little to let us hear of you ; at all hazards send us some matters of comfort which Patience has brought to my news, for we are troubled, especially mother. Grand- side on the great dining table, and which I may be mother says, • The dear lad is in God's hands, whether able to squeeze for thee into so small a compass as in battle or at peace' which reminds me of the words ' that to the which I am limited. of Sir Humphrey Gilbert, that we are as near heaven “ Mother insists on sending thee a bottle of a wonat sea as on shore.' But for all that I like to know derful essence, which she has succeeded in procuring people are well, and not wounded or killed, so pray from long-boiled beef, made after the manner of insend us news.

valid's beef-tea, only boiled to a jelly. She fancies that "My father wrote and told us you were in a besieged it will sustain life for a long time in a hungry man, place, and could hardly get enough to eat, he feared. indeed, for quite a fabulous time. I have somewhat Poor Ben! how gladly would I go hungry that thou less faith, but desire to be obedient, though it is

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difficult to pack Grandmother sends some of thy of this dreadful retreat he sustained, that they favourite Pontefract liquorice cakes, so good against thought to have lost her. He hoped to have a little colds and coughs. Miriam has made thee a warm rest at Burton, and lay down to take it, but was knitted covering for thy chest and woollen cuffs for called up again in a quarter of an hour by the sudden thy wrists. I risk sending thee my small store of appearance of the enemy, and had scarcely time to money, which mother says is foolish, but I hope it huddle his ordnance on board a ship in the Humber, may not prove so. We all wish we could pack a when the King's troops galloped into the town. So, in barrel for thee with one of our prime hams, and this mangled condition, covered with blood, without cheese, and other good things.

a shirt, and his clothes rent, he arrived only just alive "I send thee my Bible, dearest Ben, with many pas- at Hull. I am glad, for the honour of Earl Newcastle, sages marked for thee that have been a blessing to to say that he sent home Lady Fairfax a few days myself. Jonathan Thorp recommended a bottle of later in bis own coach, attended by a maid of honour. strong waters, to cure thee of many ills, but I told Surely it must be hard on a gallant gentleman, on him plainly I had neither room nor inclination to their side or ours, to take a lady prisoner and send such to thee, and that he was the last man who away from her husband's protection, to unknown should have given such ill advice. Poor man! he peril

. Dear Ben, I hope war will not make the looked somewhat crestfallen at that, and then I took to cruel, but that thou wilt be very tender of prisoners, pitying him, and have told him for his encouragement especially if they be women. that I will give a good account of him to thee, for “ So now I must bring my letter to an end, hoping indeed he has only been drunk three times this it will not weary thee, which I do not think it will, autumn, and that upon strong provocation to drink, seeing thou hast not many letters to read. which is really great improvement for Jonathan, and “ Grandmother sends thee her love and her blessbids me not to give up all hope of him.

mother desires me to say, with her tenderest love "Grandmother enjoins me not to finish this letter and care for thee, that she beseeches thee to write without giving some public news. Onçe, when the and relieve her anxiety, as a good son should. troops of Sir Thomas Fairfax came into these parts, Patience and Miriam send their best loves, and we had some of them quartered here at Brier Grange, Master Thackeray sends his love. He, with Miriam, and though I suppose they behaved decently, yet it have just come into the kitchen for supper, of which was a great trouble to us to have them here. But I wish thou, dear hungry brother, couldest take grandmother gently talked to them, all rough as some part. I have determined to put in a small vessel of them were, and persuaded them to attend our family of my savoury potted meat for thee, and let Master devotions in the great kitchen, night after night, Thackeray complain of the weight, if he will; also a and, by the end of the fortnight, when they departed very small jar of mince-meat, for Christmas draweth again, they thanked her for her kind care of their nigh, and, may be, thou wilt not have a Christmas souls, as well as bodies, and many of them seemed dinner, poor dear brother; Jonathan Thorp comsoftened before the Lord. Our brave leader has mends himself to thy remembrance, so likewise do suffered much in himself and those dearest to him all the household. Dear, dear brother, good-bye. in these troublous times, for his wife has been taken Thou knowest how much of my love thou hast, and prisoner by the Earl of Newcastle's troops, while he never so much as now. God keep thee, dear Ben. himself had to defend the ferry at Selby, that his

· Thy sister, father, the Lord Ferdinando Fairfax, might cross the

“ LETTICE.” river. Sir Thomas was shot in the wrist, the poor, dear, "P.S.-It is reported that, for his bravery in brave man, and for twenty hours sat on his horse, with various actions, our dear father is made a colonel. his wrist shattered, while his poor little daughter, the We are all pleased at this, as thou wilt be." little Lady Mary, was so overcome with the fatigues

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GIRLS OF TH-DAY.

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HAT author is it that defines other side of this literary Jordan, winding up her woman as “A thing that asks education with the study of domestic economy and questions and pokes the fire from the principles of common household science, reduced the top”?

to daily practice, can it be supposed, for Not very flattering certainly, miserable moment, that she would not know better and not even true of women than to commit such a sin against the laws of now, whether it was so of those domestic economy, or the theories of draughts and in past days or not. True ? ventilation, as to poke a fire from the top ? No, indeed! Our girls of the But, seriously, our girls of to-day have infinite present answer more questions advantages over the simple and unlearned maidens than they ask, and as for fires- of the past. Instead of sitting down submissively

why, when a young lady has to the spinning-wheel or the never-ending tapestry, gone through all the "Ologies" and "Onomies," without a thought beyond the smoothness of the and come out unscathed and victorious on the tl rzad or the sorting of gay colours, fair damsels

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