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with one accord, make for the hills, and find a safe buckler, and the men are hastily ordered to arm for retreat among the stony haunts of the coney and the the fight. With flowing beard and loose white robes, rock-dove.
the old man presents a striking and impressive figure: Left helpless by the loss or absence of their male ninety years have passed over that venerable head, defenders, the five towns can make but a poor but yet age has not bowed it, nor sickness taken the resistance, and all that is considered worth taking is firm strength from those bronzed and sandalled feet. appropriated by the successful raiders. Horses and With activity and resolute will he goes
from servant cattle are collected, valuables of various kinds are to servant, selecting for the expedition such of them stowed away on the camels' backs, and by sunset as have been born and bred “in his house." Tried the marauders have left the valley, carrying with and faithful men they are, and ready at any time to them a large body of captives, among whom is a risk life and limb in the service of their master. wealthy stranger of the name of Lot, with his family The stalwart shepherds are summoned from the and his substance.
fields, the ox-goad is exchanged for the spear, and the Another hour, and the soft Syrian starlight hangs pruning-hook for the pliant bow. Three neighbourover the quiet plain. A strange calm has succeeded ing chiefs have offered their services, and in less than the stir and conflict of the day. The very air seems five hours all is ready. Farewells are exchanged, hushed. In the distance we can hear the murmur and the dauntless patriarch, at the head of three of meeting waters far up the glen, where the Jordan hundred and eighteen picked men, is away in purfalls into the lake. At intervals, the silence is suit of the marauders. broken by the hoarse cry of the night-hawk, flitting Before dawn the little band is over the Jorby on ghostly pinions, and the hooting of the owls in dan, and pressing northward night and day. In the pine-grove on the hill. Dim lights are moving every scattered settlement they pass, information is about the valley. They are the friends of the slain eagerly sought and gladly supplied as to the route warriors, who have left their hiding-place to search taken by the returning robber-host. Every hour's for the dead. Ever and anon there rises a wail of hurried march brings them nearer to the foe, and sorrow, telling that some widow has found her hus- every night, as they pause to rest on the heights that band, some maiden her brother, or one, perhaps, overlook the Jordan, and listen to the waters lapping even more dear. Then the rough voices of returning in the bulrush beds below, they feel the distance is
braves are heard scaring the wolf and the raven shorter and the time more near when they will have from their hideous feast, and showering impotent to measure their spears against the red lances of curses on the fierce horde that has invaded their the Assyrian. And on they go, swift and resolute, peaceful home.
till the river widens into the Galilean Sea, and rude Can nothing be done to chastise the authors of fisher-boats lie rocking on the rippling blue. Beththe deed, and wreak vengeance for the blood of the saida is left behind them, and at the close of the fallen? Yes, for the Almighty has decreed that fifth day, Lake Merom, with its yellow water-lilies they shall not escape unpunished.
and its crimson oleanders, is glittering far away to Scarcely had the last of the Assyrians withdrawn the southward in the setting sun. from the plain, than a lightly-attired figure might And now it is night on the mountains, and close have been seen hurrying up the mountain pass on in front rises the rounded hill of Dan.
There lie the north-east extremity of the valley. Already he the Assyrians, tired with the day's march, with has scaled the black wall of rocks, and his sandalled their pillage piled around and the stolen beasts herded feet are carrying him swiftly across the ridge. Away together close by. All is calm and quiet: the dreamhe goes, in the still broad moonlight, while the ing watchers, if any there are, are probably thinking yelping jackals draw back to see him pass, and stare with satisfaction on their safe withdrawal from the after the white ghostly figure as it disappears round plundered districts. Only the lowing the captured the shoulder of the hill. And now the rough and kine, at intervals, or the hoarse bark of some prowlcrumbling marl grows green beneath his feet, the ing wolf on the hills beyond, breaks the stillness, daisies and red anemones reappear on the dewy turf, now grown almost oppressive. Noiselessly and skiland, as the sunrise paints the eastern ridges with fully the patriarch and bis allies steal down into the amber tints, the crested hill of Hebron rises into darkening plain. Still all is quiet. Everyone must view.
be asleep; there is no light burning, no sound of Pitched on the slope, amid a magnificent grove moving feet. The tactics of the Hebrew leader are of oaks, are some two hundred goat-skin tents, with simple but effective. A large force is sent round to one of larger size under the tallest tree. Olive. the further side of the encampment with orders to bushes and carefully-tended vineyards clothe the close in on the sleeping host at a given signal : fertile fields, and the lowing of cattle and the while Abram and the rest of the men prepare to bleating of flocks comes up from the quiet valley. attack in front. The eager listeners, convinced that It is the settlement of Abram the Hebrew, the their antagonists are unprepared, creep forward. stranger, the friend of God; and thither the The signal is given, and the Babylonish warriors messenger wends his way, till he stands hot and start to their feet to find the sword of the stranger breathless at the patriarch's tent-door. In brief, busy in their midst. They rush to their weapons, hurried terms the dire event is made known, and but are confronted by a forest of spears, and the soon from tent to tent spreads the news that Lot, shafts from three hundred bows fall like winged hail who dwells in Sodom, has been borne away cap- among the startled throng. The spoils of seven hard tive.
battles are at once forsaken. Safety is the one thing The eye of the great chief fires at the words; he thought of, and safety rests only in a rapid flight. has sprung up, and taken down his sword and Right valiantly are those trained servants of the
Always a River to Cross.
43 patriarch acquitting themselves this night, and LORD VACAULAY A HIGHWAYMAN. terrible are the death-dealing swords of Aner and Esbcol, the warlike chiefs of Hebron.
ORD MACAULAY, when a young man, was visiting The enemy now rush to the further side of
to the camp, but are met by the other half of the moonlight. While alone under the dark arches, where attacking force, and driven back with great slaughter.
it is as black as night, all of a sudden a man in a
large cloak brushed past him rather rudely, as Grown desperate at last, Chedorlaomer calls on his
Macaulay thought, and passed on. men to follow him, and with one last effort they burst Macaulay's first impulse was to clap his hand to his watch through the encircling line of their assailants and pocket; and, sure enough, his watch was not there. He looked dash across the plain. With fired hearts and drip- after the man, who he doubted not had stolen his watch as he
brushed past him, and, peering into the darkness, could just ping swords the little band pursues them, and not distinguish the outline of a figure moving away: until the Hebrew quivers are empty, and the aliens He rushed after him, overtook him, and, seizing him by the scattered in headlong flight beyond Damascus, does collar, demanded his watch. Macaulay could speak very little the patriarch rest from the work of vengeance, and Italian, and understood none when spoken, so he was obliged lead back his men, tired but triumphant, to cheer the to limit his attack on the thief to a violent shaking of him by
the collar, and an angry repetition of the demand, “ Orologio! hearts of the captives they have saved.
Orologio !” (“Watch! watch !") The man just attacked HORACE GROSER. poured forth a torrent of rapidly-spoken words, of which
Macaulay understood not å syllable; but once again administered a severe shaking, stamping his foot angrily on
the ground, and again vociferating, “Orologio ! Orologio!”, FIFTEEN QINUTES A DAY. whereupon the detected thief drew forth the watch and
handed it to the captor.
Macaulay, satisfied with his prowess in having thus re
captured his property, and not caring for the trouble of pursuing HY is it that we consider things the matter any further, turned on his heel as he pocketed the
settled when we have left watch, and saw nothing more of the man. But when he
school, and education as turned to his apartment at night his landlady met him at the rounded and completed a bundle as door, holding out something in her hand, saying, “Oh, sir, our graduation-diploma, that has 1 you left your watch on the table, so I thought it better to take been neatly rolled up and tastily care of it ; here it is.” “Good gracious ! what is it then, what tied with blue and pink or white is the meaning of it?" stammered Macaulay, drawing from ribbon? “We do not,”: one may his pocket the watch he had so gallantly recovered in the say, and yet the life may give the Coliseum. It was a watch he had never seen before ! lie to the mouth. The studies of He, Macaulay, had been the thief. The poor man he school are dropped. We exchange had so violently attacked and apostrophised in the darkness history for the city daily; miner- and solitude of the Coliseum arches had been terrified into alogy, for hammer and nails ; lan- surrendering his own watch to the ruffian, who, as he conguages, fortrade-talk over a counter. ceived, had pursued him to rob him. The next morning, * We can't help that,” is the reply. Macaulay, not a little crestfallen, hastened to the office of the “We have something else than questor with the watch, and told his story. “Ah! I see, books to be busy about now, and it said the questor; “ you had better leave the watch. I will is of a very practical nature. To make your excuses to the owner of it; he has already been hoe com for a living-that is and here to denounce you." must be my botany.' Yes, and to eat corn is about the only physiol. ogy some people have anything to
ALWAYS A RIVER TO CROSS. do with. But the plea inferred here
THERE'S always a river to cross ;
If there's anything good to win,
Any rich prize to take; minutes a day we plead for, or about two hours a week. We
Yonder's the fruit we crave; have famous instances of such minute-men in study. Burritt,
Yonder the charming scene; studying as he stands at the smithy-bellows; Webster, com
But deep and wide, with a troubled tide, mitting to memory Pope's “Essay on Man" while working in
Is the river that lies between. a saw.mill one winter ; Kirke White, looking into his Greek
For the treasures of precious worth Grammar on his travels to and from office; Whittier, stealing
We must patiently dig and dive; looks at a pocket-Shakespeare while working in the fields.
For the places we long to fill There is time certainly for the mastery of a single book each
We must push, and struggle, and drive ; winter and each summer. One book! How its reading may
And always and everywhere stretch the horizon of one's thinking! We can recall books
We'll find in our onward course, that have made an epoch in our education. Such men as John
Thorns for the feet, and trials to meet, Stuart Mill and Carlyle have been large debtors to a single
And a difficult river to cross. book. When Walter Scott was young, he read Percy's Reliques. It gave him an impulse like the sending of an arrow
The rougher the way we take,
The stouter the heart and the nerve ; out of a bow. What person said that we must look out for the people made by one book ?
The stones in our path we break, One grand, noble book read, understood, appreciated, turned
Nor e'er from our impulse swerve; into life, made over into the thinker and the doer,
For the glory we hope to win
-can anyone afford to despise it? And can anyone afford to slight the
Our labours we count no loss; humble minute-foot-path leading to this result ? Fifteen
'Tis folly to pause and murmur because minutes a day! If we take a lower result of study than
Of the river we have to cross. character, that of happiness, the man whose botany now is to
So, ready to do and to dare, hoe corn, can so continue his botanical studies at odd moments
Should we in our places stand, as to turn the dingy old field he cultivates at the back of the
Fulfilling the Master's will, barn into a section of Eden! And if we take a lower result than
Fulfilling the soul's demand; that of any esthetic pleasure, namely, physical comfort, the
For though as the mountains high corn-eater can easily study far enough into hygiene to save the
The billows may rear and toss, furnace-touch of dyspepsia coming after dinner, and can make
They'll not overwhelm if the Lord's at the helm com-eating a joy for ever!"
When the difficult river we cross !
OUR PRIZE COMPETITION PAPERS.
left Cornwall, entered Devon, and were back again in the country of Tre, Pol, and Pen, ere the minute-hands of our watches had twice gone their accustomed rounds.
Buckling to manfully, we put our best feet forward, and commenced our good thirty-mile walk down the Cornish coast to Looe- toilsome, up-hill work at the outset, but the glimpse
of the splendid lawu and charming surroundings of Mount HOW I SPENT MY WHITSUN HOLIDAYS. Edgcumbe enervated us and put to flight all cowardly thoughts.
Journeying with us were dark-uniformed, red-striped volun(Senior Prize.)
teers, and the crack, crack of rifles ahead told us that our
gallant defenders were in the midst of their annual shooting HOLIDAY on the tramp! “A queer sort of holi- competition. As the road wended mund the brow of the hili day," some may say. But when, like my friend and we came upon the company, and caught sight of the marksmen self, some have but a few days' leisure at command and then prone upon the earth at that range. The crack of the no very substantial “balance of assets over liabilities » rifle, the whistle of the bullet through the air, and the rush
at command, I question whether a more reasonable and thud as it struck the target, followed us up the hill until or enjoyable way of spending a holiday can be found.
we reached Maker Church, and strolled into the quiet churchFully persuaded of the common sense of our resolution, on
yard to see the graves of the Mount Edgcumbe family, and the the first day of our “vacation” we started on a short test
coloured windows of the sacred edifice. Simplicity marked the journey in the direction of that interesting neighbourhood monuments raised to the memory of the titled gentry, and which lies between Liskeard and the far-famed Cheesewring bright flowers, emblems of the brighter life entered upon by the Pile. From the quaint old borough town, through its plea- departed, were profusely scattered over the graves. sant suburban retreats, on to Tremor Coombe, hy fair up and inevitably follow such a visit, we gained the
Ruminating over the thoughts that unconsciously but down hill walking-ground, and from the interesting surroundings of the scattered village, by the rough miners and struck across the fields to Cawsand and Kingsand. Plypathfields, over the brow of the hill, and down again into mouth Sound, with its varied and numerous inhabitant craft, Crow's Nest Valley, we at length reached the barren moor,
the Breakwater, and Cawsand Bay alive with fishing smacks, dotted with engine-houses and mine-stacks, around which
were spread out before us in glorious array of bright sunshine. rose vast heaps of rubbish brought from the mole-like workings Carefully picking our way down the precipitous path to these fathoms deep below. There we were in the midst of the old-world fishing villages, fearing a sudden descent down world-renowned Caradon mining district, whose mineral someone's chimpey, and an abrupt introduction to the owners wealth, by dint of the laborious struggles of the hardy miners, thereof, we made for the shingly beach. Rumours had reached and the wonderful gigantic machinery above and below, the
us of the questionable practices of the old inhabitants in the outcome of ages of invention, had gone to enrich all the smuggling days, and really it seemed to us as if nature had pations, and raise men, by almost incredibly rapid strides, especially designed the villages for the carrying on therein of from the deepest poverty to the greatest affluence. A passing
those nefarious practices. inspection of the many wondrously strange and interesting
After sauntering awhile upon the beach, we entered the things there to be met with, and then we were away to fresti military road to the fort. For some five miles or more our scenes and pastures new.
way now lay right along the cliffs overlooking Whitsand Bay. Half an hour's sharp walking, and that ancient cromlech, said to be one of the most curious and of the greatest magni.
“The sea, the sea, the open sea,
The pure, the fresh, the ever free," tude in the kingdom, yclept Trethevey Stone, came into view -“A little house, raysed of mightie stones, on a little hill, lay stretched out before us to the horizon, one grandly beauti. within a field.”. We stopped but to renew an acquaintance of ful space of undulating deep blue waves ; nothing but bird and some five years' standing with this fine monument of human sail, sea or sky was visible; and these were our only compan: labour, to pass our diminutive thumbs through the artificial ions for an hour or more ; and how we enjoyed their company! hole in the roof slab, into which, the weird old legend says, Nearing Tregantle Fort, we bid adieu to the glorious seascape, their brother giant thumb was placed when the unwieldy made a wide detour to the right, and found our course lay mass was raised to its lofty position, and to hold a moment's now through green lanes and farmyard scenes. We gradually imaginary converse with the illustrious dead below, who had lost the roar of the waves upon the shore and as gradually it lain beneath that primitive, unwrought sarcophagus some two came back to us we neared Portwrinkle, and as soon we were thousand years or so; and were soon threading, in Indian looking duwn upon the quaint picture of the white cottages of file, our way down the narrow paved lane behind it, and as the fishermen, the rugged cliffs, and the wash of the sea far our footsteps fell upon the stone floor they seemed to re-echo below, often sketched con amore by the western artist. Downin our thoughts remembrances of the noble old Romans, of derry, Seaton Beach, Murrayton, and Plaidy Beach saw us whose grand, persevering spirit and industry, and thu civili. pass them in order, and ere the shades of night had fallen we sation which followed in their train, the ancient lane at such had reached and, comfortably ensconced at the fireside, times was a speaking witness.
partaking of the evening meal, walked o'er again in imaginSt. Cleer Well-whose cross and well had been restored to a ation the journey of the day. mediæval appearance, and had thereby lost that romantic Next day Looe was gay with banners and bunting--at least beauty which its former half-ruined state, overgrown with 80 said the papers. It was Regatta Day, and the inhabitants bushes and ivy, had given it--lay in our road, while the with commendable public spirit had festooned the streets with church of St. Člare stood conveniently by.
flags. We wer3 spectators at the various races, and then Twilight was fast approaching ere we ended our inspection returned to the town to admire its new Guildhall, its ancient of the last of our curiosities, and as we had before us our hostelry, “The Jolly Sailors"—to wander up and down the homeward journey and a far more formidable one on the quay watching the discharge of cargoes from the trading vesmorrow, it behoved us to be up and away. A brisk hour's sels, and at last to make our way out to Hannaford Beach. march and we were at home, and, following for the nonce the Here we had an uninterrupted view of that life-saving beacon, advice contained in that oft-repeated homily, “ Early to bed the Eddystone Lighthouse, whilst in front of us lay Looe and early to rise,” soon nestling between the blankets and far Island, with its pretty surroundings. The sun was gradually away in dreamland, where crosses, wells, and cromlechs departing for the purpose of giving a call to our friends at the blended together in endless confusion.
Antipodes; but, before leaving, it saw fit to throw a brilliant Up betimes, we sped away on the wings of the following light over the horizon, and the little craft that seemingly lay morning, and were set down by our throbbing, snorting just where sea and sky met was, by its fairy-like wand, steed amidst the noise and bustle at the Milbay station of changed to a golden barque, and its steersman to a being of “the western metropolis ” almost before we were wide awake. ethereal light and beauty. Though quite alive to the charming locality which Plymouth To Looe again, and from thence by rail up the pleasant justly boasts, intent upon seeing sights possessing the great valley to Moorswater, and a few minutes' walk brought us charm of novelty, we immediately left the pride of the home once more. west at our back, and hastened to the Admiral's Hard The ill-effects of our holiday on the tramp soon passed away, at Stonehouse to be ferried across the placid Hamoaze and but the pleasing recollection it engendered will ever remain landed at Cremyll. By our morning's exertions we had enshrined in our memories. already accomplished a remarkable travelling feat. We had
Hugo STRONG (20).
At length contented with his spoil, the storm-king took his
flight, The troubled billows ceased to rage at the first approach of
light; The sun shed forth his cheering rays, and England woke
to life, (Interinediate Dirision.)
But little knew the night's sad wreck, the peril and the
strife. THE LOSS OF THE “ MAID OF ROCHESTER.” | Death's icy clutch had clasped them, and within its iron hold
Four corpses on the shattered barque lay motionless and cold,
They passed away for ever to a better land above, AST o'er the broad Atlantic, in the merry month of May, To a home of peace and quietness, to a land of light and love. The good ship Maid of Rochester sped on her outward
In a little Cornish village, within the churchyard ground, way, Right well the sturdy masts were bent before the The buttercup and daisy bloom upon a new.made mound, freshening wind,
And round about the grave-stone twine the ivy leaves so green, But all on board were sad with thoughts of loved ones left While between its creeping clusters these sacred words are seen, behind.
“Rest in peace!
The last sad token, and these solemn words
alone, That morn they left their pleasant homes, the friends that they Roughly carven by the fishers upon the small white stone, loved best,
Mark the spot where those four sailors rest beneath their native Two hundred emigrants they sailed towards the glowing West; soil, The same fresh breeze that wafted them on to the far-off shore, Sleep the sleep that knows no waking, free from every care and Wafted them memories of those whom they might see no more. toil. The youth was there in all his strength, the old man with Oh, let us within our homes, whene'er the storm winds howl his stick,
around, The widow and the fatherless, the helpless and the sick, When the quivering poplars tremble, and the snow is on the The maiden with her golden locks, the mother worn with care, ground, The poor, the rich, the good and bad, of all estates were there. When we hear the angry tumult of the billows surging free,
Lift a prayer for those in danger, to the Ruler of the sea. Their friends had bade farewell with tears, and watched them
SYDNEY C. LEWIS (16)). with a sigh, Then turned and silently had prayel to the great God on high; For though the skies were fair around, yet far upon the lee, *The stormy clouds were gathering fast over the rolling sea. The gun went down in darkness and the stars shed forth no light,
N the city of Rome there stands a pillar, which, for The wind grew strong and stronger, till it blew a hurricane,
many long long years, was lying almost buried in the And fast the ship was driven back to England's shores again;
earth. Princes had tried to raise it, but in vain.
No The sea came washing o'er the deck, and all on board grew
workman could do it. In the year 1584 the Pope of
that time sent a builder to make one more trial. It was pale As they saw the waves run mountains high and heard the no easy matter to free the great pillar from the deep soil stormy gale.
in which it had sunk, and then to drag so huge a size and
weight of stone to the place where it was to stand. When this And onward and still onward at a fearful rate they sped, was done, Fontana, the builder, asked the Pope to fix a day And none knew in the darkness then what perils were ahead : for raising it. The Pope did so, and said he would be there And all hearts sank with terror as they felt the sudden shock, with all his court, and that this would bring out all the people As the good ship struck with awful force upon a sunken rock. of the city.
“That is what I dread,” said Fontana ; " for if they shout The stalwart masts fell overboard, the boats were washed and make a noise it may startle some of the men in the midst away,
of their work, and my voice will not be heard.” No help was there, they could but wait for the breaking of the
“Never fear,” said the Pope, “I will take care of that." day:
He wrote an edict, that anyone should be put to death who They saw the stern cliffs loom ahead, they heard the hollow dared to utter a sound while the work of raising the great
pillar went on. This edict was posted up all over the city. On Of the breakers, as with mighty strength they dashed upon the the fixed day Fontana mounted the high scaffold, from shore.
which he was to direct the men by means of bells and flags as • Take courage," said the Captain ; “lights are moving on the it seemed to be paved with heads, all still as death, and as if
signals. The whole space of a wide square was full of people ; A boat is launched upon the waves by many a willing hand.” spellbound. At last the signal was given, and the pillar beyan Then, above the fury of the storm, there rose a thankful cheer,
to rise. Cables and ropes strained and creaked. Up slowly And all then strove with straining eyes to pierce the darkness Pope leaned forward, the people held their breath--one moment
rose the giant block of stone. Fontana waved his flags, the drear.
more, and the work would be done! All at once a crack was Thrice the boat was launched for rescue, and thrice the raging heard. The heavy mass would not move again, and soon it
began to sink, for the ropes did not bear upon it. Fontana Swept it back upon the strand again and rolled in liberty :
was at a loss, with a sense of despair in his soul; but a shout 'Though hands and hearts were willing, yet all efforts were in
was heard from amidst the crowd, “Water! Water! Wet the vain,
This was soon done. The slack hempen rope shrunk The power of man was weakness, and they failed to stem the back tight to its place --once more each man bent down for a main.
last pull with right good will. The pillar was set up for the
gaze of the world then and for ages yet to come. He who Then all throughout the fated ship men felt that death was spoke the word in season was a poor sailor, who had long nigh,
known the use of ropes made of hemp, and, in spite of his good And that some approaching moment would call them to the service, he was taken bound before the Pope, and all men stood
in fear for his life, as the law had been broken. Fortunately, A mighty wave comes rolling on and crashes o'er the deck, the Pope was not then in a cruel mood, and instead of punishAnd all save four are washed away from off the fatal wreck. ing the man he gave him a reward.
OUR YOUNG AUTHOR'S PAGE.
OUR PRIZE JWARDS.
Old Time, and his twin brother Space, are busy
In parting friends, however tried and dear :
Whilst bright remembrances are treasured here.
For each true friend, within the album lies. THE STRIFE AND THE REWARD.
Perchance some well-known face may, smiling, greet
And pleasant fancies to your memory bring;
And if the substance perish, then the shadow
Lost chords of sweetest music shall you sing.
OUR photo inay the same enjoyment give
To those within whose memories YOU would live. For the future was still before mo spread,
Hugh W. STRONG (20).
Well filled and fair?-or marred and ill ?
SIX PEN-AND-INK SKETCHES FROM THE And help to hasten the golden age,
LIFE OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.
E have great pleasure in awarding the Prize in the
land-road, Wellingboro', Northamptonshire, whose sketches
exhibit no little amount of artistic talent. And I marked the patience, the courage, the hope,
In the INTERMEDIATE DIVISION the Prize is gained by The one great purpose adhered to through life,
BEATRICE L. PLANT (15), Weston Vicarage, Stafford. We Which raised him above the pitiful strife
congratulate this young lady on the production of her pen. That besieges all those who with men would cope.
We award a CERTIFICATE TO ALLEN W. SEABY (Godalming). And the more he did for the good of the world,
We HONOURABLY MENTION GEORGE P. SMITH and HUGA The more the world jeered and railed on him ;
McCLARE. The higher he climbed, the more cruel and grim The Prize in the JUNIOR DIVision is gained by FRANCIS Were the satires and curses around him hurled.
AMBROSE GODDARD, Caverswall Vicarage, near Longtown, StafAnd then as he mounted the highest stage
fordshire. Where a loyal servant may take his stand, Who reveres his sovereign, and loves his land,
ACCOUNT OF A PICNIC. More wildly the tempest seemed to rage.
THE PRIZE in the SENIOR Division has been gained by He lay a-dying, and all around The clamour of tongues rose fierce and high,
CERTIFICATES are awarded to ALICE DENNETT (Sutton); Bearing to heaven the awful cry:
EMILY C. RUNDLE (Birmingham); ALICE M. AUSTEN (Read“Thou art weighed in the balance, and wanting found !” ing); Pattie E. VARNAM (Leicester); ALICE BACOT (Clapton). I could bear it no longer, I turned my eyes,
We HONOURABLY MENTION H. CLARA CARLISLE, KATE DODD, To banish that sight, and to hide my tears;
HELEN B. DEANE, LUCY E. RATCLIFFE, LIZZIE KING, JOHN And I threw myself down and stopped my cars,
BURGESS, Mary NICHOLSON. For they maddened me, those atrocious cries !
In the INTERMEDIATE DIVISION we award the PRIZE to MAR“Oh, ungrateful land! who shall labour for thee?
SHALL LANG (14), Woodlands-terrace, Glasgow. "Twere better, 'twere better, to live and die
Of nearly equal merit was the paper by Aug. H. SCALES, In quiet, afar from man's callous eye,
Brompton Cemetery, S.W.
A CERTIFICATE has been awarded to him, as also to ANXIE That in everything good some evil will see! ”
E. POTTER (Coggeshall); and Amy S. ASLIN (Ripon). But my angel laid, smiling, his hand on me,
We HONOURABLY MENTION KATE WELLINGS, MARY E. SIMPAnd he pointed me up,-beyond, -above,
son, ALICE F. CHANEY, John R. FRYAR, and JANE F. PECK. And the veil was rent from the land of love,
In the JUNIOR DIyision the PRIZE has been gained by ALICE And a wondrous sight I was given to see!
WILHELMINA VAN DER MEULEN (12), Sussex House, 121, GraFor the man upon whom the earth shouted “Shame!” ham-road, Dalston. I beheld him stand at the gates of gold,
We award CERTIFICATES to AGNES ARCHIBALD, Alston, LancaBut, before he could knock, the gates unrolled, shire; ANNIE FRYAR, Knaresboro'; ETHEL M. LEES, Aberfeldy, And a myriad of angels to meet him came.
Perthshire; CLARA W. DENNIS, Russell House School, High And I heard, as the golden gate was won,
Barnet. That they welcomed him in a glorious strain,
We HONOURABLY MENTION ALEIDA VAN DER MEULEN, BEATill the vaults of heaven they rang again
TRICE MACINTOSH, Geo. H. CONGDON, WILLIAM WARNE, and “ Thou faithful servant, -well done!-well done!" ARTHUR MIDDLEBROOK. Then I turned to my work with its bitter leaven, And smiled on my angel with tearless eye
MY FAVOURITE WATERING-PLACE. For the verdict of earth I dare defy,
N the SENIOR DIVISION we have awarded the PRIZE to KATE If I, too, may win the “well done" of heaven!
DODD (19), Harper-road, Willenhall, Staffordshire.
Any E. ALDER (Hatton-garden); Emily C. RUNDLE (Birming-
We HONOURABLY MENTION JAMES Blossom, HELENA DEANE, INTRODUCTION FOR A PHOTOGRAPHIC and ELIZA A. EDWARDS.
In the INTERMEDIATE Division the Prize has been won by ALBUM.
JAMES E. ARCHIBALD (157), College Villas, Alston, near Preston.
We award CERTIFICATES to WILLIAM F. TUPAAN (Bristol) ; UST as a child preserves each darling treasure, KATE WELLINGS (Croydon); and Edith MILLAR, Uxbridge. And proudly sets them out for infant praise,
We HONOURABLY MENTION SAMUEL T. SHAPCOTT. See here within my album I have gathered
In the JUNIOR Division no paper has proved worthy of a Loved shadows of the friends of former days,
Prize. With pleasing fancies to regale an hour
We HONOURABLY MENTION ETHEL MARIE LEES (Aberfeldy); To raise sweet mem'ries by their magic power. and ALEIDA VAN DER MEULEN (Dalston).