"How delightful!" cried Ellice; "we have all so much wished to know you. I love your books, they have done me great good!" And she stretched out her hand, with so much sincerity in her tone, and so much emotion in her soft hazel eyes, that I was fairly taken by surprise, though infinitely pleased, at this first personal testimony to the result of my work. "You always speak to my heart," she said, in an undertone, almost tremulous with deep, earnest feeling, "it will do me good to be with you." Before I had time to reply, Margaret and Fanny, who had taken the card from Ellice, sprang forward, Margaret crying out that it was wonderful, and she had so long wished to see me, but always felt as if I, in common with other authors, lived generally in Palestine, or at the Poles, or in the moon, or in Jupiter, or anywhere save on English ground, and in the vicinity of London! Fanny rushed to inform her mamma of the discovery Ellice had just made; but "mamma" was in possession of the astounding fact, Mrs. Merton having already mentioned my name. Then there was great confusion, great gabbling in French and English, much pulling and hauling of heavy luggage; then the landing under difficulties, the tide being too low, or the pier too high, to allow us to step on shore; then the custom-house, a great clamour about octroi, which ended in nothing; and in five minutes more the Hotel, and a well-spread table-the "Hotel Christol," as it is now called; but whether it bore that name on this my first visit to Boulogne, I am not positively certain. (To be continued.) THE BROKEN LILY. SHE was in truth a lily fair, Sweet floweret of an hour, Too pure to bloom in earth's cold clime, E'en as the fragile lily sheds Sweet perfume o'er our way, So round our inmost hearts she flung So free, so joyous, full of glee, We deemed her all our own, But oh! the blast of sickness came; Vainly we struggled to rebind The life-links that were riven; Gently we laid her in her rest A broken lily tells too well ENVY. BY THE REV. DR. GRAHAM, PRESBYTERIAN A glow-worm sat on the grass; As I passed through the woods I found it. Bright as a diamond it shone, With a halo of light around it. A toad came up from the fen; And spat on the shining creature. X |