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task; and that the kind and talented friends who share her pleasant labours will do their part heartily and well she is fully persuaded.

For the next volume commencing with the July number-many valuable and delightful articles are already received-others promised from reliable sources. The botanical papers will be continued—both the monthly Flora and “Our British Woodlands.” Our subscribers will find nearly, if not quite all, their favourite Authors on the staff : "E. J. E. G.” will still contribute poems, and the Editor will furnish the continuous tale, entitled “ Sir Julian's Wife,” to be complete in six months, terminating with the December magazine.

May the success which has so far happily attended the “ FAMILY FRIEND” continue steadily to increase; and may God's blessing be fully and abidingly on contributors, readers, and Editor, so that the pleasure and profit of all may be secured, and the prosperity of the work settled on the only firm and never-failing basis.

June 1, 1865.

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BOTANICAL PAPERS. 60USEWIFE'S MISCELLANY. | MISCELLANEOUS (contd.)

PAGE

PAGE

PAGE

Jane Roses. .

549

Ammopia Cake.

Horned Oslet .

. 473

May Blossom

465 Almond Biscuits

“How Great is His Good

Our British Woodlands :

ness"

Arrowroot Pudding . . 82

No. 1. The Oak

34 Irish Bull

Asparagus Omelet

374

, II. The Elm .

69

535

Soup.

474 Labour

» III. The Beech and Bath Buns

474 Materials used for Paper. 80

the Hornbeam . Beef, To Mince.

455

92 Ministers of Beauty . . 457

IV. The Ash . .

Beefsteak, Stewed

187 | Notes on Sleep and Dreams 83

Primule and their Conge Chocolate Cream

379 On our Duties to the Poor. 557

ner, The. .

Chocolate, To Prepare

379 Passing 'Thoughts

561

Snowdrop, The.

Economical Pea-soup

92

Plain Writing . . .

161

Violet and its Contempora-

Excellent Family Pudding. 187

Quiet Lives. .

250

ries, The . . . . 259 Family Pudding, very cheap 187 Stray Thoughts on Child.

Fig Pudding

282 hood . . . .

162

EDITORIAL CORRES.

Fish Cake.

379 Sunset, a Fragment. 374

PONDENCE 96, 192, 287, 568 Good Children's Cak

Thoughts on Marriage . 348

Green Peas-coup

564 To my Fellow.Councillors 86

Two Hundred Years Ago. 659

Imitation Preserved Ginger 564

ESSAYS, &c.

Leg of Mutton .

92 Waterfalls, A Chat about . 89

About a Letter.

Lemon Pudding .

282

Appearances . . 446 Maccaroons

564

MUSIC (ORIGINAL.)

Bending the Twig . 65 Mashed Turnips

A Retrospect .

173 Minced Fowl

. 514

379

Easter Hymn

Espression. . . 266 Nursery Pudding

187

Lenten Hymn

325

Object of Life, The

263 Orange Biscuits

Keeping the Heart Young . 264

y Jelly .

379

Oh! Deep Blue Sea . . 228

Spoiled Picture, The

, Marmalade

282

Royal Alliance Quadrilles.

Strong-minded Women , 279 Patterdale Pudding .

• 564

The Hills also are Thine" 226

Rice Cream

PAMILY PASTIYE 92, 188,

• 187 Twelfth-night Waltz . . 132

Salads. .

283, 380, 475, 565

• 584 When Lone at Eve, &c. . 321

Salmon, To Boil

GLEANINGS FROM MANY

To Pickle · 474 : NOTES AND QUERIES.

Cutlets

FIELDS.

· 186

Salt Fish Cake . . . 379

Allegory, An .

.

.

Camelot . 186, 281, 472

. 375 Savoury Fowl

Batile of Life, The

Tea Buns.

Corinthian Order of Archi.

Birmingham

378

in the

tecture

Veal Cake.

. . .

Coach-time .

463

281

Dante

Victoria Cakes.

Cardinal Mezzofanti 169

Decotyledong

378

Yorkshire Pudding .

Pat-Bird, The

.

. . 463

Hymn, by Logan

281

Circulation of Matter

3:6

Journal .

563

Dooversation

MISCELLANEOUS.

.

Lily.maid of Astolat, The • 563

De Quincey and bis Sisters 517 Ambergris.

Paradise and the Peri

186

Etraseans, Tbe.

277 A New Year's Greeting : 42 Patterdale. .

Gathering Clouds

170 Authorship

368 Pyrus Japonica . . 281

.

Hinsic of Nature, The .276 Beef at Threepence a Pound

Veronica Agrestis

Der Primary Faculties

183, 269

POETRY.

Solitude . . . . 517 Daisy, and its Mission, The 543

Temperaments, The.

mente The

169 Cape Cod

169 Cape Cod

. . . .

553 Anamour, the City of the

Terraites, or White Ants . 37 Day Dreams

Dead

. . 430

Variety of Trees .

0 Dew .

An Hour of Joy.

French Cleanliness and

Autumn Sunset

HISTORICAL SKETCHES.

dastry

. 61 "Babe Christabel," from

Lrabella Stuart.

136 Giants of History, The 29 the Ballad of

Elizabeth Stuart . 331, 449 Good Wishes from India · 179 Bedtime . . . . 536

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POETRY (continued).
POETRY (continued.)

| POETRY (continued.)

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PADE

Birthdays . .
432 Love and Poverty .

432 Willie's Reply.

Broken Lily, The

473 Willow's Story, The . . 174

Bubbles on the Stream of May Memories.

429 Wishes . .

Life

377 Mother's Farewell, The

275 REVIEWS OF BOOKS, &c.

Castles in the Air

251 My Home .

Child's Fear, The

My Grave.

473 Book of Perfumes

Creation, The

182

.

278 My Little Angel Kate

Conflict and Victory.

Cut Down.

542' Nil Desperandum

352

Gardener's Oracle

Dying Exile, The
160 Ocean Beauty

Gardener's Magazine
Easter-Day
28 Our Three Flowers

Last Poems . .
Easter-Day in a Mountain Parting Lines

513

Old Jonathan .

Churchyard .

Peri's Soliloquy, The 530

Rachel Noble's Experience 470

Easter-tide
Poetess's Last Day, T 255

Rimmel's Perfumed Valen-

Envy . .

321 Reconciliation . .

530

tines

Evan.
2 Record, A . .

356
Evening Star, The

43 River Eden Revisited
Faded Wreaths.

Seaweed

373 TALES AND SKETCHES.

Fiend's Banquet

245 Song . . .

250 A Chat about Goldsmith, St.

Friendship . .

Song of I

427 Paul's, &c.


Furness Abbey.

182 Adventures of a Postage 1

Gipsy's Song, TH

Snowdrop, 1

158

stamp . . . . 233

God is Love
542 Spring . .

Allington Hall

Guelph, The

Spring is Near .

140

Anna Grey,

Hymn for Ascension-Day 428 | Spring Song

432

Celt, The History of a

In Memoriam
* 250 St. John Baptist's Day

Dream of Life, A

Invitation, The

12 Storm

268

Isabel of Kirby-Lei

Such is Life

558 Land .

Irrecoverable Past, The · 128 Summer Morning in the Harry Stone's Triumph 438, 619

Le Coup de Jarnac

Country.

58 Hope Farm.

Legend of the Golden-

Summer Time . . . Labour and Wait, or Eve.

crowned Wren

7 Summer Twilight

432 lyn's Story 1,97, 193,239,385,481

Lenten Hymn .

To-morrow.

88 Mildred's Vow .

Lilac Tree, The

1 Under the Trees

454 Miss Martha White

Lilly's Farewell.

Voices of the Deep

443 Owls in Council .
Lines written on viewing Violets

368 Quiet Lives .

one of the masterpieces of Violet, The

226 ' Something of the Marvellous 555

Rubens. . .

448 Where are our Lost Ones Trials of Houekeeping . 444

Little Mary

.. 457 gono? . . . . 250 Washington Irving's Study 84

Long, Long Ago. . . 155 Who can tell ! . . 268

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PART II.

BY EMMA JANE WORBOISE. AUTIOR OF "PHILIP AND EDITE," "MILLICENT KENDRICK," "THORNYCROFT TALL," &c., &c.

CHAPTER I.

CONFLICT AND CONQUEST. ONCE more at Abbeylands-quiet, pleasant Abbeylands; but how much had passed since I had last lain down to rest under the shelter of that friendly roof! Yes, it was Abbeylands again! There was the broad, restless river-there were the mouldering ruins under the ancient trees, and there was the wide, old-fashioned garden, waking anew to Spring's fresh, verdurous beauty. I sought my own chamber; it was looking as it had looked two months ago, when, on St. Valentine's-eve, I had dressed there before going down to the drawing-room, where the Misses Capel and their friends were assembled; and yet everything was changed, and the whole scene without, and the familiar surroundings within, wore an air of unreality, such as one experiences in a dream that, in its most vivid and exciting moments, suggests itself to be only a dream that will presently melt away and be half forgotten. I looked out on the grey April day, greyer than ever, now that the neutral tints of evening were settling down on the lovely fields, and the unresisting river, and the long, shadowy shore beyond, and tried to recollect all that had passed during my afternoon's promenade on the pier. No! I had not betrayed myself, I felt sure of that. My woman's pride had nerved me to bear the blow unflinchingly. He would never know how I had cared for him ; how with all visions of the future he had been in my foolish fancy so inextricably blended ; how I had built many an airy castle, on foundations as ærial as the mirage-like edifices themselves, in all of which be, and only he, had been the sole idea!

I was so stunned at first that I really could not feel, still less think. I felt myself sinking into a sort of torpor; all my faculties were benumbed, and I could only lie on my sofa, while the evening shadows thickened around me, and the faint music of far-off church-bells came now and then across the water, from the opposite shore, where many a twinkling light was already shining through the deepening nightfall gloom. And I pitied myself as if it were another, and not I, who had entered into the cloud, and I felt sorry for Evelyn Charteris as for some

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near and dear friend, around whom the floods of tribulation had suddenly and irremediably gathered.

When it was quite dark, someone tapped at the door, and upon my answering, Miss Joanna Capel carne in. She walked straight up to the fireplace, and stirred up the smouldering mass that was fast dying down for want of attention, and quickly evoked a flame that brightened up the whole room. Then she drew down the blind, and shut out the weird dark night, and the ship-lights, and town-lights, that showed like pallid stars through the cold, drear gloom; and last of all she took a chair, and seated herself by the sofa, from which, however, I was just intending to arise.

“My dear! what is all this about ?" she began, kindly, but rather curtly. That curtishness was her fashion, and very glad was I, then, that her tone conveyed no sympathetic softness of feeling, for I should certainly have broken down at the very first word. Now, it had not occurred to me that staying alone in my own room would probably excite some kind of remark, since, as I had not resumed my work, my withdrawal from the family circle certainly indicated some kind of malady, either mental or physical. I answered stupidly enough, perhaps a little sullenly, for I was vexed at being disturbed, that "nothing was the matter.” The moment I had spoken my heart smote me for my untruthfulness and ungraciousness.

But Joanna Capel was not to be repelled ; she perfectly understood my mood, and was not going to leave me a prey to my own miserable reflections. She continued

“When are you coming downstairs ? My sister and I want to hear the latest accounts from Beechwood."

“I shall not come to-night,” I replied, still irritably; "I am not quite well!"

“And yet you said nothing was the matter! that was very naughty of you, Evelyn !" And Miss Joanna rose up and lighted the gas, and contemplated my face with a serious expression. Then, taking my hand, she said, “ You are feverish, child; you have been taking cold.”

“ Taking cold ?” Ah, yes : that was it, of course! What a blessed excuse is a cold, when you are wretched, and cross, and tortured in mind and want the plea of some slight indisposition to account for your dulness and paleness, and to justify your shutting yourself up a little away from prying eyes and troublesome inquiries! So I answered

“Yes, I think I have a cold. I felt very chilly on the pier this afternoon, as well as in crossing the water."

“What did you do on the pier, my dear? It was far too cold to be promenading there. Besides, you must not walk there by yourself; the young ladies who take solitary rambles on the pier are not the kind of persons with whom you would like your name to be associated.”

“I was not by myself," I replied abruptly ; " but if I had been, it

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