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As he fed and watered them, and littered them carefully down, and patted the good animals, of which none but a sportsman. or a soldier, or a highwayman, none but he whose life depends upon the merits of his horse, knows the real value, they seemed to be sleeker and fresher than usual, less wearied with their long journey, smoother in their coats, brighter in their eyes, and cooler in their legs, than was customary. Many healths conscientiously emptied are apt to have this effect of enhancing the good qualities of our possessions, and Dymocke, as he departed from the stable and proceeded towards the house, was in that frame of mind which sees everything in its brightest hues, and in which our weaknessesâ€"if weaknesses we chance to haveâ€"are, as was once observed by an Irishman, at the strongest. Now, Dyinocke, though an elderly man, or what he would himself have called in the prime of life, was. as we have already stated, still a bachelor, and like all other bachelors, of whatever age, an admirer of the fair. Marriage is somewhat apt to damp the woman-worship which sits so well upon the stronger sex, more’s the pity! but Hugh being still unmarried, was more susceptible to the fascinations of beauty than would have been supposed by those who only contemplated his lean austere looking face, and were not aware that, like a rough and wrinkled walnut, he was kernel all through. It was therefore with a grim smile, and a sensation entirely pleasureable, that he met the pretty Puritan Faith in the outer court, and assisted that good-looking damsel to carry a certain ponderous clothes-basket from the washing green into the house. Ladies’- maids were not above hard work in the seven- teenth century, and had not as yet arrived at the pitch of refinement now so essential to the dignity of the second table ; and so much in character with low evening dresses, white gloves. satin shoes, and short whist. Faith. too, although a Puritan, had no 0b- jection to make the most of those personal charms with which she was blessed by nature. Though her hair was prudishly gathered be- neath a little lace cap, it was sleek and glossy as the plumage of a bird. Her gown, though sad-colored in hue, and coarse in texture, fitted her full shape with coqnettish accuracy, and was pulled through the pocket-holes so as to display her bright stuff petticoat to the greatâ€" est advantage. Her trim ankles were covered by the tightest and best fitting of scarlet hose. and her high<heeled shoes protected a pair of neat little feet that many a well‘born lady might have envied. She looked very. nice, and Hugh Dymocke was thoroughly canvinced of the fact, so it was no unpleas. ant reflection to remember that he was not immediately about to pursue his journey, and that the horses he had just been caring for would reap the full benefits of the comfort- able stable in which they were housed. He was a. grave man. and he said as much with a staid air, balancing the clothes-basket the while, and interposing his long person be- tween the admiring damsel and her destina- tion. Faith was nothing 10th, too, for a chat, like all women, she was a hero-worshiper, and were not Bosville and his domestic heroes for the nonce ? But womanlike, she of course dissemhled her gratification, and assumed the offensive. HOLMBY HOUSE. “ The sooner the better, Master Dy- mocke,” Observed this seductive damsel, pertly. in allusion to the departure of her solemn admirer which he in- formed her was to be postponed sine die. “ Soldiers only hinder work; and I’ve got my young lady’s things to attend to, and no time to stand here gossiping with you. Not but what you’re a well-informed man, and a sober, Master Dymocko, and too good for your evil trade, which is only murder in dis~ guise. and for your comrades, which is men of Belial,and miserable sinners, one worse than another.” “ By your leave, good Mistress Faith,” answered Dymocke, "this is man bjectI should be happy to explain to you, and one on which. with good will, I shall enter on during our journeyâ€"for you and I are to be fellow- tmvellers, I understandâ€"for our mutual im< provement and advantage.” " Journey, good luck l” exclaimed the waitâ€" ing-maid, clasping her hands in well-feigned astonishment ; “and where be you about to take me. Master Dymocke, and have you the King’s authority to do what you will with us all? Forsooth, and I have a mind of my own, as you shall shortly find out I” “ H18 gracious Majesty,” replied Dymocke, with the utmost gravity, “when he thought fit to despatch myself and Cnptain Bosville on this important ' duty, confided to me, through an old friend of my own, now a yeo~ man in his guard, that I was to take charge of the ladies of this family, doubtless accom- panied by their kinsman, Lord Vaux, to his right royal court at Oxford, where I shall make it my duty to place ye in safety and good keeping till these troublpus times be overpust." “ And were you entrusted with the charge of my young lady as well as myself. Muster Dymocke ‘2" asked Faithwibh extreme naivetc, “ or was there no word of the captain, your master. in these marchings and counter- marchings, of which you soldiers make so little account ?” “ My master’s youth and inexperience in the ways of womankind would make him a bad guide without. myself to counsel and assist him,” was the reply ; “ but take oom- fort, Mistress Faith, for your lady’s sake, at least. The lad is a good lad, and accompanies us to the Court.” “ And well pleased my lady will be !” burst out Faith, clapping her hands. “ And a sweet pretty couple they make as does one’a heart good to see. A soldier and a soldier’s daughter. Well, it’s a bad trade, but “ like will to like,” Master Dymocke. Good luck 1 it is all vanity.” “ Like will to like, as you observe, and it is vanity,” replied Dymocke, without mov- ing a muscle of his countenance ; but the clothes-basket had got by this time set on end in the narrow passage they were just entering ; and there seemed to be some difficulty, and a good deal of shuttling of feet ere Faith could get past the obstacle. When she did succeed, however, in effecting this munwuvre, she passed the back of her hand newts her mouth, and set her cap to rights in a somewhat flux‘ried manner, strong- ly in contmst with the staid demeanor from which Dymocke never wavered an instant. The latter was something of a. herbalist, and it is probable that he had been practieub 1y impressing on her the botanical fact, “that the gorse is in bloom the whole year round.” I dnnot scorn the power of time, Nor count on yours 0f fudclcss prime But. no white gleums will ever shine Among these heavy locks of mine ; Ay, laugh as gnyly as you may, You’ll think of this again some dayâ€" Some day l You smnnfih the tangles from my hair With game touch a n1 tenderest cure, Anni 001mb the yours ere you shall mark Bright, silver threads among the darkâ€"â€" Smiling the while to hear me say, “ You’ll think of this again some dayâ€" Some day l” Some day I shall not feel, as now, Your soft hand move about my brow ; I slmll not alight your light commands, And draw your tresses through my hands I shall be silent. and 0bey~ And youâ€"you will not laugh that day-- Some day l I know how long your loving hands Will linger in these glossy bands, Vv’lmn you shall weave my latest; crown or their thick masses, long and brown ; But you will see no touch of gray Adorn their shining length that duy- Some day I Anxl while your tours are falling hot Upon tug lips which answer not, Yuu’ll take from these one treasured tress And leave the rest to silentnessâ€" Rmmmber that I used to any, “ You'll Lhmk of this again some dayâ€"â€" Some day ! UHAPTER XI. MEBTON COFLEGE. 01d Oxford never looked more picturesque SONIKE DAY â€"Iv Ioreuce Percy. and beautiful than late on an autumnal evenâ€" ing of the year of grace 16-13. when its spires and towers, its stately halls and splendid colleges, formed the court of an unfortunate king, and a refuge for the flower of England’s aristocracy. The western sky, aflame with the departing glories of a gorgeous sunset, tinged wiih a crimson glow the domes and pinnacles of those stately edifices looming gigantic in the dim haze of evening, already creeping on. Here and there a light twinkling through the gloom shone out râ€"tarlike over the porch of some lodging where the noble of a hundred manors and a score of castles was content to take up his abode, or from some window where high-born dames, flowers and ornaments of the English court, now looked down like caged birds from their aviary over the busy street below. Groups of cavaliers, warlike retainers, peaceful citizens, grave and reverend churchmen, soldiers trained to war, and soldiers armed for the first time, from loyalty or necessity, filled the town to over» flowing. Scarfs and feathers waved and flut- tered, spurs jingled, brocades rustled, and steel clanked in the once peaceful resort of study and the arts. The clatter of troopâ€" horses, the ring of the smithy, the joyous pcal of the trumpet-call, and the ready chorus of reckless voices shouting some Cavalier ditty, mingled strangely with the solemn swell of an organ in a neighboring chapel, and the toll of a death-bell from a distant cathedral tower. Stanch in her loyalty to the last, the old University town had willing- ly outraged all her own habits of discipline and decorum for the sake of her king, as she afterwards mortgaged her revenues and pawned her plate in the same failing cause. She was now filled to overflowing, for the Queen, accompanied by her own separate and special court, had latelyjoined her husband in the only refuge left to them, and still the Cavaliers were pouring in to offer their horn. age and their swords tothe devoted monarch. A party on horseback have just arrived, and are alighting at the door of the lodging already provided for them, They are dusty and travel~stained, as though they had come a considerable distance, and the old man clad in a dark sober dress, who rides at their head, seems weary and ill at ease. Lord Vaux would {am rest from his labors, and be al- lowed to stay quitely at home. Not so Grace Allonby, whom Bosville assists from her horse and places in her father‘s arms, for Sir Giles, safe and sound,smiling and unscathed, is waiting to receive his daughter, and thanks Humphrey for the care he has taken of her and greets them all, including Faith and Dymoeke, with his usual soldier-like cordial- ity. Grace is delighted with the bustle of her arrival as she has been pleased with the events of her journey. All is new to her, and there is a varnish over everything she sees just now. which brings it out in its brightest colors. She pets the sorrel with e grateful smile as she wishes his owner good- bye. He has performed his duty. and must take his leave for his own quarters, but whilst they inhabit the same town the chances are that they will often meet again. He shakes hands with her cordially, and looks straight into her face with his hon- nest hazel eyes ; but when in turn he lifts Mary Cave off her horse, who has‘been riding somewhat in the rem". those eyes are averted and downeast, his color comes and goes, and though he lingers long over the pressure of that hand offered so frankly and would fein put it to his lips. he releases it abruptly, and walks away like a men in a dream. Honest Dymocko, with a mysterious grin, Whispers Faith; and the waiting-maid, who is convinced she has won a. convert, bids him farewell with a warmth which nothing appar- ently but the publicity of the occasion tuna down to the necessary degree of reserve and decorum. Our sedate friend has clearly made a conquest, but our business is at present with his master. Humphrey Bosville strides absently up the street, and revolves in his own mind the events of the last few weeks, and the change that has come over him. He ruminates long and earnestly on one of the companions of his late journey. With the onesilled sharp- sightedness of love, he has totally ignored that which any other but himself must have detected, the interest he has created in the gentle heart of Grace Allonby; but he has keenly felt that in Mary Uave’s thoughts there are depths which he has never sounded, aspirations in which he has 11:) share, regrets which he is powerless to con- sole. She has been charming and winning in her manner towards him. as it is her nature to charm and win all mankind; she has vouchsafed both himself and the sorrel far more attention than he had any right to ex~ pect; and yet there was something with which he was discontentedâ€"n Want some- where unfulfilled, a. longing unsatisfied. It worried himâ€"it goaded him; manlike, it made him think about her all the more. As he strode moodily up the street a hand was laid upon his shoulder, and Effingham, paler and sterner than ever, stood before him ; those wild eager eyes looked kindly as was their wont upon his comrade u “ Welcome, young one, said George, in his doep stern tones; “ welcome to the city of the plain! If ten righteous men could have averted the doom from Sodom. it may be that one honest heart can save Oxford. 1 have looked for it here in vain, unless you‘ Humphrey, have brought it with you.” Bosville returned his greeting warmly, and questioned him eagerly as to the numbers of the Cavaliers. Eliingham‘s answers showed the desponding view which he at least enter- tained of the success of his party. “It is a sinking ship, Humphrey,” said he, in it low melancholy voice, “and the crew are druggiug themselves into apathy before they are en- gulfed in the waves With every wound of our bleeding country coming afresh, nothing is thought of here but riot and wassailing, dicing and drinking, and masking and mumming, and the French- woman dancing over the ruins of her husâ€" band’s kingdom and the death of its bravest supporters, even as the daughter of Herodias . danced to the destruction of John the Baptist. Oh! it is s sickening struggle, and we are fighting in a wrong cause ! Day by day the conviction grows stronger in my mind ; day by day I feel that I am acting against my conscience and to the loss of my own soul ! Gan such men as Goring and Wilmot and Lunsford be on the side of truth? Will God prosper the cause of a. faithless wife, with her ‘ bevy of minions, such as Holland and Jermyn ‘ and Digby? Shall good men strive in the battle, and toil in the march, and leave home and duties and peril their lands and lives, nuy,~their very salvatlon, to be bought and sold by a painted treétress like Carlisle? Must \ve'havc two courts, lorsooth, one opposed to the other? and shall we serve both to be re- warded by neither, and give our all to u musâ€" ter who is himself subjected to the Jezebel of our day? Verily, “a house divided against itself shall not stand,” and I am sick and weary of it. and would fun: that it was over. But judge for yourself, Humphrey, by what you will see to-night. The Queen holds her accustomed reception at Merton College. You will attend. as in duty bound, to l-ziss her hand, after so gzillantly affording3 it convoy to these iadies who have come to join her court. Judge foryourself and may God give you clearsightedness to choose the right path.” ‘Nith these words Eil‘ingham turned abruptly from his friend and strode rapidly away. But Humphrey was torn by none of these doubts and misgivings as to the side which VOL XXII. he had adopted in the great struggle of the day. He was a true cavalier,and a character- istic type of the party to which he belonged. All the enthusiasm of a chivalrons nature was enlisted on behalf of the unfortunate monarch and of his beautiful and fascinating Queen. All the veneration which prevailed strongly in his disposition prompted him to reverence the old sentiments of loyalty in which he had been brought up, the prestige of a crown for which his ancestors had been ready to suffer and to die. \Vhat mattered it to him that Goring was a profligate and Lunsford a. merâ€" cenary ? The reckless prodigality of the one and the determined bravery of the other shed a. halo even over their worst deeds, and he could not in his heart entirely repudiate the dashing courage as akin to his own, which checked at no obstacle and hesitated for no results. If Jermyn was an intriguer, and H01- land,with his handsome face, a mass of dupli- city, and Digby a most unworthy successor to the true and generous Falkland. there was a charm in their kindly polished mim- ners, a dignity and chivalrous grace in their hearing, that forbade his youthful admiration from judging them too harshly ; and even if Henrietta had sacrificed her husband’s in- terests to her own oaprices, had given him the most injudicious advice at the worst pos- sible time, and had proved at all junctures and under all circumstance a clog round his neck and a difficulty in his path, was it for him to judge one who united the charms of a woman to the dignity of aqueen, who, with the ready tact of her nature, had already won his heart at a review of Colepepper’s brigade by a judicious compliment to his own horse- inanship and the beauty of the sorrel he be- strode? Above all, was not the idol of his heart a. stench Cavalierâ€"a. partisan, ready and willing to make any and every sacrifice for the royal cause ? Had not many a senti- ment of loyalty dropped from her in chance conversation during,r their journey, and been garnered up in his heart as we garner up alone the words of those we love. They sink deeply, and we ponder on them long and ear- nestly. God help 11,-: ! we forget them never in a lifetime. So Mary Cave being, w Cavalier, of course Humphrey Bosville was a Cavalier too (there are reasons for political as well as for other sentiments), and so it was but na- tural that he should don his most magnifi- cent attiro,and present himself at Merton College to pay his homage to his Queen. Sir Giles and Grace Allonby would surely be there, and it was probable that Mary, not- withstanding the deep and bitter grief under which he could not but see she was labeling, would accompany her kinsfolk to the court. So his heart beat quicker than it had ever done in action, when he found himself pacing through the double rank of guards, furnished in rotation by the nobleman about the court. who lined the passages and entrance of Mer- ton College. and we think that as he entered the crowded reception-rooms it would have been almost a relief not to have been aware, as he intuitively was. of the presence of his lady-love. It was indeed a gay and gorgeous assem- blage, and could not fail to strike even one so preoccupied as Bosville with interest and ads miration. Like a diamond set in a circle of precious stones, Henrietta herself formed the centre of the sparkling throng, and cast her brillance on all around, as, with the wit for which she was so remarkable, she scattered amongst her courtiers those gracefulnothings which cost so little, and. yet buy so much. Small in person, with fairy feet and beautifully formed hands and arms, with radiant black eyes and delicate features. it was not difficult to understand the fascination which she exercised over the most lovlnp; and devoted husband that ever were a crown ; nor were the liveliness of her manners. and the toes of her small well- Hlmped head, out of keeping with the piquuntc and somewhat theatrical character of her beauty. Even as Bosville entered, she had taken Lord Holland aside into a window, and by the well-pleased expression which pervaded the handsome face of the courtier it was obvious that, not only was he flattered by the attention. but that he was yielding most un- reservedly to the request, whatever it might be, of his beautiful Sovereign. Harry Jermyn stood by, apparently not too well pleased. Handsome Harry Jermyn,\vho \kuld never have been distinguished by that epithet had he not been a Queen‘s minion, certainly did not at this moment show to advantage. it threatening scowl contracting his features, and a. paleness, more perhaps the result of dissipation than ill-health. over- spreading his somewhat wasted face. A woman’s tact saw the pain that a, woman’s pity was too ready to alleviate, and a woman‘s wit was at no loss for an excuse to break up the interview with Holland, and release her favorite servant from his uneasiness. Beckoning him to her side with a kind smile, of which she knew well the power, she pointed to Bosville, who had just entered the pre- sence chamber, and bid him inquire the name of the young Cavalier. “ I remember his face.” she said, fastening her eyes onJermyn, “as I never forget a face that pleases me, and I will have him brought up and presented to me. I will he personally acquainted with all my comrades, for am not I too a, soldier my- self ‘1” And she pointed with her little hand. and laughed her sweet silvery laugh, and Harry Jermyn looked as if the sun was shin- ing once again for him like the rest of the world. So Humphrey was led to the Queen, and kissed. her hand, and performed his obeisanee, and Henrietta made a. graceful allusion to the conduct of his brigade at Newbury, and ban- tered him on “his new character,” as she was pleased to term it, of a. “Squire of Dames,” and beckoning to Mary Cave, hid her reward her guardian for the care he had taken of her by now placing him aufait to all the gossip of the Court, “in which no one is better versed than thyself, mechante Marie,” added the Queen, and so turned away to her own intrigues and her own devices, having made at least one heart happy amongst her cour- tiers. and bought his life-long devotion at the price of a little ready tact and a few light words. Mary could not but be sensible of the influence she was rapidly obtaining over the young Cavalier captain. Women are usually sufficiently quick-sighted in these matters, and she was no exception in this respect to the. rest of her sex. Grieved and unhappy as she now was, her every hope destroyed, and the light of her life, as she felt, darkened for ever, there was yet something soothing and consolatory in the considerate and un- selfish devotion of this bravo enthusiastic nature. b‘he never considered that what was ‘ sport to her" might he “ death to him ;" that whilst she was merely leaning on him, as it were, for a, temporary support, lulled and flattered by the romantic adoration which she felt she had inspired. he might be twining round his heart a. thousand links of ‘ that golden chain which, when it is torn away, carries with it the lacerated fragments of the treasure it enclosed, might be anchor- ing: all his trust and all his happiness 011 a dream, to wake from which might be a life’s misery, might even be madness or death. " Children and fools,” saith the proverb, bush; ” should not meddle with edge-tools.” Are “3 th‘ not all mankind more or less children, rather . hES more or less fools ? Why will they persist in I“? 1 cutting thexr own fingers ; always ready to ‘GGQT‘ run the risk, however averse to paying the 1‘ the penalty ? Mary thought but little of these I “T013, things. If such a. reflection did cross her ““1319 RICHMOND HILL, THURSDAY, OCT. 9, 1879. “ Generally, if he is sufficiently obstinate,” answered Mary. with a laugh. at which her companion’s face brightened into a pleasant smile. “ But self-devotion is indeed the no- blest quality of a man. If there is one I ud- mire more than all the rest of the world, it is he who can propose to himself a glorious end and aim in life, and who can strive for it through all obstacles, whatever be the danger, whatever the difficulty ; who never takes his eyes from off the goal, and who if he dies in the pursuit, at least dies staunch and uncon- quered to the last!" “ And. does not perseverance deserve to be rewarded ?" asked he, with a. somewhat fal- tering voice. “ If a. man will devote himself body and soul, heart and energy. to the at- tainment. of any one object, ought he not to prosper ? Does he not always succeed ?” “ I said not that, Captain Bosville,” she replied, but her countenance never changed color, and her eyes never drooped, as they would once have done at words like these. He might have known then that she did not love him, that hers was the master-mind of the two ; but he was blind. as those always are blind. who see through the glasses of their own wilful affec- tions. “ I said not that, but yet I may say that I never could care for one who lacked these qualities, and that if ever I could give my heart away, it would be to one such as I have described." She sighed heavily While she spoke, and turned her head away. He did not hear the sigh, his blood was balling, and his brain confused. He did not see the cold, rigid face of the dead at Newbury ; he did not see another sweet pale face looking at him from her father’s side in the very p - once-chamber, singl'gig him out from amon t the crowd of court y gallants and beauteous demos, from the mass of silks and satins, and rustling brocade and flashing jewellery ; a pale sweet face, with a. monrnful smile and a reproachful expression in its (1.3+ fawn-like eyes. No, he had thoughts but for one. and the fingers that closed upon his sword-hilt were white with the pressure of his grasp. as he spoke almost in a Whisper. mind, she saw in her victim a glorious in- strument in the Causeâ€"the Cause for which Falkland had died. the Cause to which she had vowed her life, her energies, her. all 1 In the intoxicating atmosphere of a Court, amongst all the glitter of rank, and fame, and beauty, it seemed so natural to he Wooed and idolized, so pleasant to .possess the charm that subjugates all mankind, so noble to use it for a patriotic cause. They were placed in the emhrazure of a window, some- what apart from the throng. She was seated with her head resting on one rounded arm, over which a ringlet of her nut-brown hair fell to the dimpled elbow ; he was stand- ing by her side leaning over her, and trem- bling In every fibre to the notes of her silvery voice ; he, a stout swordsmm, a gallant soldier, a young, strong. hearty man, and yet his cheek paled, and he withdrew his gaze every time she lifted her soft blue eyes to his face. “ We cannot fail,” she said, “ with such men as these on our side. See, Captain Bosville, look around you. the noblest names in England are gathered here to-night, and there is not one of them that will not risk his all, my, and lose it, too, contentedly, for the King. You men are strangely prejudiced,” she added, looking up at him with a smile, “ but you are very devoted to your prejudices; if women are accused of being wilful, commend me at least to a man for obstinacy !” “ And such a one,” exclaimed Bosville, with flashing eyes and quivering lip, “ such 8. one could command your admiration, could win your love? ’ “ And could such lifelong devotion win you, Mary, at the last? Will you acaeptlifeand fortune, and all. to give in return but one little word of kind- ness, encouragement, and hope ?” She smiled sweetly up at him ; how could she do otherwise? She must have been more or less than Woman not to feel at least grati- fied by such admiration as his and yet it was the smile of pity lather than affection, such a smile as wreathes the lips 01' those who have lived out their life of passion heie. “ Hush." she Silkâ€"1, “ Captain Bosville Loyalty before all i the Kipg I the King 1" Even as she spoke a silence succeeded to the rustling of dresses and the hum of voices that had hitherto pervaded the presence- chamber. and a. lane, formed by the bowing crowd, and extending from the large folding- doors up to the Queen herself, heralded the approach of royalty. A lane formed of the noblest and the best-born in England, of whom not one man or woman that bent the head in loyal reverence, but would have laid that head willingly to rest in the field, or for- feited it on the scaffold, for the sake of the un- fortunate monarch, who now paced up the hall leturning the obeisarlce of his subjects With the dignified and melancholy sweetness which never. even in his worst misfortunes, for rm instant deserted him. Bosville was not familiar with the person of his Sovereign ; he had now an oppor- tunity of studying the aspect of that manâ€"«a mere man like himself, after all, whose rank invested him with a un- rnagical interest that commanded the fortunes and the lives of his subjects. Charles bore on his whole exterior the impress of his char- acterâ€"nay, more â€"â€" to afanciful observer there was something in his countenance and man ners that seemed to presage misfortune. 0f no stately presence, he had yet a well-knit and graceful figure, hardened and trained in- to activity by those sports and exercises in which he had acquired no mean proficiency. Few of his subjects could vie with their rnon- arch in his younger days at the games of bal- loon, rackets or tennis ; could handle the ‘sword more skilfully, or ride "the great horse” 'with fairer grace and management ; even at middle age, despite the trifling and scarcely perceptible malformation of the limbs. his pedestrian powers were such as to inconven- ence to a great extent these dutiful courtiers who were compelled to keep pace with him in his walks, and although in his childhood of a weakly constitution, he had acquired before , he grew up a firm and vigorous physique that , was capable of sustaining, as he afterwards , proved repeatedly in his unfortunate career, not only the extreme of bodilyfatigue and hard- ship but what is infinitely more hard to bear, the gnawing and destructive anxieties of daily failure and disappointment. But in Charles’s face a physiognomist would too surely have discovered the signs of those mixed qualities which rendered him the most ill-fated of monarchs as he was the most amiable of men. There was ideality without compre- hensiveness in the high narrow forehead, there was vacillation in the arched and eleva» ted eyebrow, the full. well-cut eye was clear, and open, and beautiful, but its expression was dreamy and abstracted, the gaze of a sage, a philosopher, or a. devotee, not the quick eager glance of aman of action and resource. His other features were-well formed and regu- lar, but the upper lip was somewhat too curled and full for masculine beauty, whilst the jaw lacked that expression of power and firmness which is never absent from the face of a truly great man. His long, dark locks curling down upon his shoulders, his bushy moustache and pointed beard, added to the pleasing yet melancholy expression of _ his countenance, and with his rich attire, his magnificent lace collar, and jewelled ‘George’ hanging about his neck, perfected the ideal of a chivalrous high minded mon- ornh, who was worthy of tho position he oc- cupied and the devotion he commanded, who They were thronging about him now. The chivalrons and princely Newcastle, who lavished fortunes for his monarch’s entertainment as ungrndgingly as he poured forth his blood in his service; splendid in his apparel, stately in his person, magnificent in his bearing,a. true specimen of an English noble man ; a Paladin in the field. a. grand seigneur in the drawing‘room, kindly, and frank, and- hearty in each ; wooing the Muses with no contemptible success during the intervals of his eventful career, and charging the parlia- mentary troopers with s. resolute energy that made the “silken general," as they were pleased to term him, the terror of all. Res- pected by the Prince of Wales, whose boy. hood had been committed to his care,trusted by the Queen, who found in him all those noble sentiments she most admired and looked for in vain amongst her other favorites, and be- loved by Charles himself, who recognized in him the more splendid qualities of Bucking- ham without Buckingham‘s selfishness, reck- lessness, Protean vacillation of character. And we are best acquainted with Newcastle now as the author of a folio book upon horse- manship ! The scientific Leicester, skilled in classic lore, and a better mathematician than a soldier, as indeed the certainty of results ex- acted by the oneis far removed from the haphazard readiness of resource indispensa- ble to theother. Somewhat jealous, it may be. and displeased that his ap- pointment to the Lieutenancy of Ireland had been cancelled, yet faithful in his heart to the Sovereign, and bearing next that hearts. panacea for all bitterness and ill- feeling in a letter from his loving Countess, whose devoted attachment to the Earl was as proverbial in a Court more notorious for oomph/rated intrigue than fidelity, as was that of the celebrated lady whose lord was alone qualified to .drink out of the ‘cup of gold’ which stood on King Arthur’s round table, and which, if we are not to believe the scandal or the old romances, spilt its con- tents over every beard save that of Caradoc, so rare in those days was the crown which virtuous women place upon the brows of their husbands. The courtly W'ilmot, a. professed wit, a fin- ished gentleman, addicted to wine and de- bauchery, but a cool and scientific soldier, continually laboring under some imputaton against his courage, which he was contin- ually wiping out by daring strategy and bril- liant achievements. Looked upon with dis- like by the Court, which yet feared him for the sting of his ready tongue, and mistrusted by the King who nevertheless employed him on the most important duties. he seemed to rely solely on himself ; and Whilst his ser- ene visage and equablc demeanor totally re- pudiated all romance and enthusiasm, the repose and self-confidence of his hearing denoted the man who was all in all to his own require- ments, totus teres atquc rotundus, impassable as a. Stoic and contented as an Epicurean. Different indeed from his next neighbor, who was describing to him, with a vast amount of action and energy, completely thrown away upon Wilmot’s unresponsive apathy, a. newfashioned handle for that goodly weapon, the pike. Sir Jacob Astley was no 0001 philosopher, no sneering cynic, but a warmhearted, warm-blooded, bold, hearty and God-fearing man. A devoted soldier, an active and judicious oflicer, a con- scientious councillor; whatever his hand found to do. that did he with all his heart and all his soul. Threescore winters and more had shed their snows upon his head, and wherever hard blows were going he had taken fully his share, yet his eye was bright, his check was ruddy, and his frame was still square and strong. A good conscience is a wondrous specific for longevity ; and who but a soldier with a good conscience could have oilcred up Sir Jacob’s famous prayer at the head of his column before the battle of Edge- hillâ€"“Oh Lord I thou knowest how busy I must be this day; if I forget thee do not thou forget me. March on, boys l” Was no unfit centre around which grouped themselves the proudest, the bravest, tho noblest, the most enthusiastic aristocracy that ever failed to save a sovereign. Towering over Sir Jacob’s grey head, his eagle eye wandering far away into the dis. tnnce, looking beyond that courtly web of silk and satin, and his tall figure resting on his long straight sword. stood Prince Rupertâ€"the fiery Hotspur of his day, the cavalry oii‘icer whose charge was always victorious, and whose victory always terminated in defeat ; of whom it has been said that he never failed to win “ his share of the battle,” yet whose success, by some fatality. invariably led to the discomfiture of his friends. The active partisan, whose element seemed to be war. and who had buckled on a sword and ridden side by side with distinguished generals and fierce troopers at an age when most boys are flying a kite or trundling a hoop ; who, failing em- ployment on land, was fain to seek bloodshed and fighting at sea, embarked on the duties of an admiral with the same bold recklessness that had equallv distinguished him at the head of a column of iron-clad cavalry. or charging with a handful of Cavaliers in his shirt ; and who. when the sea refused to ofier him opportunities of distinction, as the land had long ago failed to give him scope for his ambition. could sit down contentedly ina peaceful capital, and occupy himself with the gentle resources of chemistry and painting. His high aquiline features, according so well with a stature which, though light and sinewy, approached the gigantic, his broad, clear. restless eye, and his wide, massive brow, shaded as it was by a profusion of somewhat tangled hair, denoted the man of courage and action, the gallant spirit that knew no calculation of odds, the indomitable heart that acknow- ledged neither failure nor reverse. Sir Jacob had better have been talking to the Prince about his pike handles, for ltupert, like every real soldier, took a lively interest in them. as he had a thorough knowledge of details ; but in his heart the old man thought the young one somewhat hot-headed and inexperienced, so he would rather not enter upon a discus- sion in which he would feel tempted to dis- agree with his Sovereign’s nephew. He had seen him tried too, and he could not but ac- knowledge tliat “the lad," as he called him, was brave and active, a zealous captain and a ; 3 hier tactioian but he had one fault which ‘ elderly men are apt to consider unpmdonabie, in their junims, althouUli it is a fault which improves every dayâ€"heo was too young. So Prlnce Rupert stood musing all alone amonvst that brilliant assemblage; gazing in his mind’s eye, on many a scene of rout and confusion many a. fancied skixmish and re- membered victory; the broken enemy, the 1n11,1lde11edtmope1‘s striking right and left with the savage recklessness of fiends; the compact columns of the reserve sweeping up like some stronrrwave to complete the de- struction which has been commenced. by its piedecessox's , the wild hmrah of victory rising loud and stirring above the 1inging pistol-shots, and the tramp of squadions. and the groans of the fallen; the loose‘ chargers \v1th streaming reins, galloping at 11111110111 hem and there , the plumes, and scans and glitteiing steel of the Cavaliers waving and flashing through the smoke; all the fierce reve1ly and con- fusion of the battle he was pictming in his day- dream Suddenly he stunted and tinned round to address one after his own heart, to v greet him With the frank cordiality peculiar Yes ; if the King was surrounded by aband of higlrminded and sincere nobleman, ready to risk life and fortune in his cause, the Queen, too, on her side, had provided herself with a body-guard of beauty, none the less stanch and uncomprising in the politics they espoused, thatfor push of pike and sweep of swordblade they used the more fatal weapons of grace and fascination with which they were familiar, dissolving alliances with the flutter of a fan, and scattering coalitions with the artillery of a glance. Merry Mrs. Kirke was there with her sparkling eyes and herdimpled smile, passing her jest, somewhat of the broadest, and laughing her laugh, somewhat of the loudest, with the daring freedom and conscious immunity of an acknowledged beauty. There, too, was lovely Lady Isabella Thynue, whose dignity and grace, and sweet romantic charms, were said by the voice of scandal to have made an impression even on the true uxorious heart of Charles himself. That Henrietta felt no jealousy of this dan- gerous lady, no mistrust in her hold over the affections of her doating husband, may be gathered from the confidence with which she encouraged her about her person, and the opportunities of unreserved intercourse she afforded her with the king. Was the lively Frenchwoman a stranger to this feminine feeling of jealousy 7 or was she like Queen Guenever, who was willing to concede the liberty she exacted, and who, lenient To human frailty, construed mild, Looked upon Lancelot. and smiled ‘r‘ And there too, in her weeds for her gallant young husband, moved the graceful form of Kate, Lady D’Aubigny, the young and inter- esting widow, who was weeping for the un- timely fate of her chivalrous lord, yet whose witty sallies flashing occasionally through the gloom that overshadowed her, argued her not altogether inconsr “-zte, and who was lending an ear already, win something more than a mere courteous interest, to Hawley’s tender whispers and respectful adoration. And fair “ Mistress Watt" stood by and seemed not to listen, and refrained. with congenial hypocrisy, from what she would have termed the offence of “ spoiling sport.” Pretty Mistress Watt ! who had often herself been indebted to such consideration on the part of others, and whose charming face and lively manners and matchless impudence had conferred upon her a station at court and an influence amongst courtiers to which neither her birth nor her attainments would have entitled her had she simply been demure and vir- tuous, instead of charming and good~for-noth- mg. And again Prince Rupert started, and the color rose to his high broad forehead, and the eagle eye moved restlesslyin its orbit. And to Sir Ralph‘s question upon the new cavalry formations lately introduced on the Continent, he returned an incoherent answer that hugely astonished the practical soldier ; for the Queen, with her bevy of ladies moving through the hall; and as she approached the .spot where her husband’s nephew had stationed himself, one of the fair dames in attendance shot a glance at Prince Rupert that confused him far more than could have done a volley of small-arms; and the beautiful Duchess of Richmond passed on like some fairy vision, and Rupert was restless and uneasy for the rest of the night. But of all intriguers of the gentle sexâ€"of all traitressos in love, friendship, and politics who could compare with the soft, quiet, inno- eentlooking woman who now stood next the Queen, and to whom Henrietta confided the inâ€" most counsels of her husband, as she did the dearest secrets of her own heart ? Lucy, Countess of Carlisle, with her dove-like eyes and her sweet angelic smile, was formed by nature to have deceived the very serpent that tempted our mother Eve. How madly had ambitious Strafford loved that calm, fair face! how had the harassed statesman, the im- peached and fallen minister, rested on the love she had professed for him, as a. solace for all his sorrows, a. refuge from all his dan- gers. For her he toiled, for her he was amv bitious, for her he was long triumphantâ€"and she betrayed himâ€"first in love, then in politics ; betrayed him into the hands of the enemy. and transferred her affections to his destroyer. Who shall say that the bitterest drop in his cup, deserted as he felt himself by his sovereign, and deceived by his peers, was not poured into it by the hand of the wo- man he had adored ! to men of the sword. Sir Ralph Hopton, maimed and disabled, scorched and scarred by the explosion of a powder-barrel at the Battle of Lansdowne, and only Just capable of hobbling on crutches to pay his respects to the King, stood close to the Prince’s elbow. and the dream of battle vanished, and the reality of warfare became more tangible us the two staneh, keen soldiers plunged into a deep and interesting discussion on the one absorbing interest of their lives. steel ; And theJ some plumage that had warmed his nes , Now drunk the life-drops from his bleeding breast. So she sacrificed him ruthlessly, and aban- oned herself to the caresses of his enemy. And there was something about this woman that could subjugete even a busy voluptuary like Pym, one who combined in his own per- son the two most hardened of all characters â€"the profeseed politician and the confirmed sensualirt. He was as devoted to her as his natural organization would allow of his being devoted to anything ; and when she had thor- oughly won him and an hjugated him, and he trusted her, why, she deceived him too. And so she followed out her career of treachery, disloyel as a wife. heartless as a mistress, and false as a friend. Yet of all the ladies about the Court, the Countess of Garlisle had most influence with the Queen, was most con~ versant with her innermost thoughts, her se- cret intentions ; was the busiest weaver of that web of intrigues and dissimulation in which Henrietta, to do her justice, took as much delight as any Araehne of her sex. And all this glitter and pageantry, these beautiful Women, these noble and distin- guished men, passed before the eyes of Hum- phrey Bosville like a. dream. Young as he was, scarcely a thrill of conscious pride shot through him to be recognized and kindly ac- costed by Prince Rupert as the daring soldier whose value was readily and generously no- kuowledged by the frank and outspoken Prince. Not an inch higher did he hold his head, to be conscious that amongst all these heroes and warriors he was of them as well as with them ; that he, too, had a station and a name, and a chance of distinction that mi {2111; raise him to a level with the p1oudest. Nay when old Golepepper l11ought him up to the gamed 011016 of which Mujes y itself formed the centre and with a. glow of good-‘ natured gratification on his scarred visage re~ called him to the monarch‘s memory, and Charles pleasantly reminded him of their last meeting at his Simple bivonac, the day after Newbury. scarcely a flush of gratified vanity colored the cheek of the young Cavalier. And no courtier of twenty years’ standing could have sustained with a more unmoved air the favoring notice of the King, and the still more confusing glances from the bevy of beauties that surrounded the Queen, and on whom Humphrey’s handsome exterior made no un- pleasing impression. L “ Wfiois‘ he ‘2” whispered Mr. Hyde to Lady Carlisle, bending his stiff and some- what pompous figure to approach that dame Keen were his pangs, but keener fur to feel no uursgd the pinion that impelled the WHOLE N0.1,106â€"NO, 18. From time immemorielâ€"long ere poetry had sung of bright haired Endydion sleeping on the mountain bathed in the lustre of his goddess-love. or told how gentle Romeo sighed, and longing Juliet leaned and listened to his vows, the moon has been the planet especially consecrated to the worship of lovers and lunetics. "Arcades ambo." which is the greater insanity of the two ‘2 To sit in a. cell, a straw-crowned maniac, peopling the moon‘ beams as they stream in through the grated windows with visions of pomp and splendor and royalty, and all the picturesque pageantry of a madman‘s brain ? or to wander at large a lmrmless and pensive idiot, hareheaded, defiant of rheumatism. breathing sighs into the night air, and identifying all the glories of the universe, the mellow beauty of earth, and the brilliant infinite of heaven, with the image of a mere two-legged animal like him- self, no whit loftier nor better than the rest of her kind, and exalted by the monomania of the worshipper alone into an idol, of which to his distempered fancy, the very stars of heeVen do but glimmer in faint and envious rivalry ‘2 Dreams 1 dreams! Yet of all the dreamers that left Merton College that nightâ€"the scheming statesmen, the ambitious warriors, the intriguing courtiersâ€"perhaps Humphrey was the one whose vision most elevated his moral being; whose awakening, unlike that of the others, bitter as it must be, would leave him, if a sadder, at least a. wiser and a. better man. He wes‘in the mood for which solitude is an absolute necessity, and yet which chance excitement or adventure can drive into the wildest extremesâ€"n mood in which the heart seems incapable of supporting the weight of its own happiness, and seeks relief even in tears trom the intensity of its bliss. Does it not argue that the child of man is born to sorrow rather than joy, thus to be forced to acknowledge that there is suffering in mi excess of the latterâ€"that poor weak human nature can but weep after all when in is best pleased ? But take comfort ; such tears are not those which we are too often called upon to shed ; and he has not lived in vain who has known what it is to weep for joyâ€"uy, if it be but once in a lifetime 1 Humphrey Bosville paced thoughtfully along; the quiet streets ; he marked not how the clear cold moonlight silvered the shafts and pinnacles of many :1 uothic edifice defin- ing in bold relief the 11; “,5ch buttress and the stately tower, the deep embrasurc of the arched and pointed window, the delicate tra- cery of the elaborate and florid scroll : shim- moring over belfry and chancel, and quiv- ering as it lost itself amongst the dark foliage of the lofty elms that nodded and whispered over all; or if he didturh his face over and anon from the cold smooth pavement on which his eyes were bent, and draw a full breath of the fresh night air, and feast his sight upon the lustrous heaven, it was but to relieve a heart overâ€"charged with its late happiness ; to re- call in the beauty of nature the magic of that Witching face which was fast becoming heaven and earth, and all besides, to him. And yet Humphrey had his dream too. Was he not young ? and is it not the privi- lege of youth to lay up a store of disappoint- ment for maturity ‘2 His dream was of dis- tinction truly, and of laurels to he gathered, and honors to be gained ; but it was not sel- fish distinction ; and the honors and the laurels were but to be flung at the feet of an- other. Add then the dream was to have a happy conclusion. Peace and re- pose. and happiness he hardly dared to fancy, after he had done his duty and completed his task. A home of Love, and Beauty, and Content; a pair of blue eyes that would always smile kindly upon himâ€" that would always make his heart leap, as it leaped to meet them now. A form that he adored entrusted to his guardianship, sleeping and waking to watch over and care for, and cherlsh to the end. After that, a purer and holler, a more lasting but not more ardent love, in another and a better world. ? VNevértheless, as honest Iago says, orrather singsâ€" Ln 1"; Unrlish-a l'L‘Ighed under the skin, but she was civil and conciliatory LO all. It was part of her system never to throw a chance away ; so she professed her ignorance with a. gracious sentence and a sweet smile, and such a glance from the eyes he had praised as sent Mr. Hyde away delighted, and con- vinced that he had made a. conquest. Truly. “ the wisest clerks are not the wisest men.” [St. John Sun] That it was not the policy of the late Gov- ermnent to confine their purchases to Canada when Canadians could furnish the goods on equally good terms, is shown by their extra- ordinarily heavy importations of railway mav term]. even foreign turntables (which could have been purchased at home at lower prices for an equally good article) having been hauled. through the streets of St. John while the election campaign was going on! The policy of the present Government is entirely different. The Railway Department has been instructed to buy at home all that it possibly can; and we have seen that iron bridges, instead of being imported, have been made at home; turntables, such as were im- ported by the Mackenzie Government, have been manufactured at home, with very sat' isfactory results. For instance: turntables equal in every respect to those imported by the Telrgrapiz’s friends from Philadelphia, and costing $1,200 to $1,500, were ordered by the present Government from Hazlehurst & 00.. costing only $13800 each. Since it was known that turntables could be made at home, the Western Counties Railway have ordered five of them from Hazlehurst & 00., and the Eastern Extension Company are also wanting the home made article. Instead of importing iron bridges from Phwnixville the present Government have had them made at home. and in a first-class manner, by Messrs. Fleming & Sonsâ€"and their work stand in the valley near the I. 0. Railway station at St. John, to speak for itself. In ‘fact the foolish, reckless and unpatriotio ex- penditures of public money for foreign made articles, wnich can be produced at home have practically ceased under the present Gov- ernment. â€"-The word “ Come-outer" has been in use a long time, to designate a. certain clan of men and and women who were not consulted at the creation, and who have, therefore, been finding fault with everything since that date. Their chief business is to loosen your faith in something, and they are never so happy and never so completely accomplish their mission as when they are putting bent pins on the universal chair of mankind. An old Scotch woman met one of this ilk a while isince, and, scornfully eying his lank person ‘and long hair, said, what may be truly re- peated in the ear of most of this class. “ A Comeouter, ye call yersel. do you ? Weel. weel. I‘m thinking’ that when ye cam’ oot ye didna- bring much wi’ ye.” $1911") i] EMSE IIONIELVIANUFAU- TUBEB. â€"â€"A new theological question i- '4 been sprung by a. colored divine in New 1; :' x-n, He wanted communion wine and when awed by the dealer what kind he answered that “ some ob de ladies ob de eonglegatien had desiied a preference for gin.‘ â€" Sothern begins his Western tour about the middle of this month. A soldier‘s a. man, A life's but a. span, Why then let a. soldier drink ! [To BE CON INUED.) CHAPTER XII. “ NIGHT-HAWKS.”