Gospel in Hebrew.

As July was originally called Quintilis, or fifth, by the Romans, so August, as the sixth month of their year, was named Sextilis; but when Augustus succeeded to the throne of which Julius had laid the foundations, this month was named anew after the new Emperor, and has ever since retained its name of August. By our Saxon forefathers it was called weod-monath, or weed-month; by whom also the name of hlaf-masse, or loaf-mass, or feast, was given to the first day of this month, because it was customary among the Saxons to offer on the first of August an oblation of loaves made from the new corn. Our word Lammas is supposed to be a mere variation of hlaf-masse: and it would be well if we were more generally disposed to imitate our forefathers, and make our thank-offerings at this season for first-fruits gathered in, that a richer blessing might rest upon our entire harvest.

We give this month a companion wood-cut to the haymakers of our June Number, by the same artist. The glorious harvest moon is shining upon the last load, touching, with its silvery light, trees, hedgerows, and corn. May it shine brightly this year, by night, and the sun by day; that we may reap an abundant harvest, and store our corn in sound condition, and then return thanks in a religious harvesthome to the Giver of all good.

The 24th of August is kept in memory of St. Bartholomew, one of our Lord's Apostles, who is commonly supposed to be the same as Nathanael, of whom we read in the first chapter of St. John, as an Israelite indeed, in whom was no guile. If so, he was one of the first who was called to follow Christ having been, as a Jew, faithful to the light which had been already granted him. Having looked upon the Lamb of God, he followed Him in the days of His humiliation. He was again with Him after His resurrection (St. John xxi. 1, 2), and, with the other apostles, witnessed His Ascension into Heaven. Doubtless he was also present when they were "all with one accord in one place," on the Day of Pentecost, and received his share of the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Here the Bible account of St. Bartholomew ends, but we read in the early Church History that he travelled as far as India, and having preached the gospel there, left with his converts a copy of St. Matthew's Having visited other parts of Asia, and proclaimed the glad tidings of salvation in the north and west, he is said

to have suffered a cruel martyrdom at Albanople in Armenia, being first flayed, and then crucified.

Thus he who was pronounced by our Saviour guileless, that is, sincere and true; he who believed in Jesus as the Son of God and the King of Israel, on the simple word, "When thou wast under the fig tree I saw thee," continued steadfast to the end, and sealed his sincerity by a death almost too horrible to think of.

THY WILL BE DONE.

Searcher of Hearts!-from mine erase
All thoughts that should not be,
And in its deep recesses trace
My gratitude to Thee!
Hearer of Prayer!-ob, guide aright
Each word and deed of mine;
Life's battle teach me how to fight,
And be the victory Thine.

Giver of All!-for every good
In the Redeemer came-
For raiment, shelter, and for food,
I thank Thee in His name.
Father and Son and Holy Ghost!
Thou glorious Three in One!
Thou knowest best what I need most,
And let Thy will be done.

MISSIONARY PERILS.

(Continued from page 55.)

TELLING of Missionary Perils in our last number we quoted accounts from Newfoundland, which were enough to set us shivering by our cosey English firesides. By way of contrast we subjoin a few missionary incidents from Kafraria, from the journal of the Rev. H. T. Waters, of St. Mark's, Kreli's country :

May 30.-Rose before daybreak, packed up, had a cup of coffee. Several people came to prayers, after which we rode forward. We crossed the Indine river, passed the old Hottentot location, then struck across a desolate range of mountains, till we came to the Tsomo river, where we rested a short time. We then went up some weary places, until we came to the well-wooded valley of the Inkmenkmezi, or Star River. I thought of the thousands of starving men, women, and children, who had crossed these weary mountains after the delusion of Umhlakaza, tottering along to St. Mark's, to get a little food. May the Lord remember for good those unknown friends, who enabled me to relieve

6,000 souls, who else had starved, with thousands more
in these lonely mountains! We descended a very
steep hill in a thunder-storm, and just got into a large
cave as the sun went down. This was my first night
in a cave. This cave or ledge is about sixty feet long,
by about twelve feet broad, and gives good accommoda-
tion; the water falls over in front, among some fine
yellow-leaved trees, and sounds pleasantly. Our party,
including stragglers, amounted to eight, who were all
very lively. Frederick began the Kafir hymn, "O,
my God, thou slumberest not," and was joined by
Henry and myself. It sounded sweetly, with the
water plashing overhead. We then had prayers, and
lay down.

One of the characteristics of Christianity
in all ages has been to improve the condition
of woman. Kafir women are kept in great
subjection. They are not allowed to speak
much, which to women is rather a punish-
ment:-

The Kafirs (says Mr. Waters) have a great idea that the missionary is an especial guardian to women. heard several conversations on this subject during my sojourn here. One young fellow said, "Now the missionary is coming we must not beat our wives with

sticks!"

"Well, well," said another, "what shall we do now, if our wives will not bring wood?" "Truly our wives will have all their own way if we may scold them only, for they will not hear." I told one party of the new marriage-law, by which a man may be imprisoned six months for beating his wife. But this was received with roars of unbelieving laughter.

The first letter of the new Bishop of Columbia (a new colony on the west coast of North America) contains much that is interesting. We see here the first effects of the contact between civilization and savagery :

The native race (he says) are numerous and intelligent. There is a desire of improvement, and ambition to be like the whites. It is a common thing for Indians to be dressed in the best European costume. The other day I observed two women in round hats and ribbons and extended crinoline! I mistook them for English, but on coming up found their faces besmeared with red paint. The men are universally

employed in labour, for which they are paid from 10s. to 20s. per week. Poor creatures! they imitate freely the white man's vices. I saw an Indian running round and round in a circle. He was intoxicated, and almost a maniac. I listened to the sounds he was shouting. They were the words of a blasphemous and obscene oath in English! It is a common thing for Indians, even children, to utter oaths in English. Thus far they have come in close contact only with our vices. We have yet to bring amongst them the leavening blessing of the Gospel of Christ.

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THE TYROLESE CARRIER.

TE HAD DESCENDED the Brenner to Innspruck. Several times I had obtained a hasty sketch of the surrounding saw-like peaks, taking advantage of the slow pace of the fat German horses, as we ascended the occasional rises which varied the long descent; but I had not satisfied myself with an outline of the glorious mountain, father Brenner himself. So on the following day, while some of our party made an expedition to the snow in another direction, I retraced our course, and reached a spot which I had marked the day before. Fine deep-green alpine pines, with their heavily-fringed boughs, formed the foreground of my sketch; a mountain river, either the Inn, or one of its tributaries, was seen winding below, and the whole background of the picture was filled by the massive form of the Brenner.

me.

to

glen, and echoed through the woods above and ten, and even of one who had num-
I saw him lift his head and look bered a hundred birthdays, and have seen
towards me, and knew by his motions that them with unclouded mind, and a heart
he had shouted in reply some time before already in heaven waiting in patience for
the echoes of his clear mountain voice the hour of their departure, longing
reached me. Soon I saw him cross the be with Christ, which is far better," but
river, and, disdaining even to lay down willing to await His time. And I can
his pack, climb the steep bank on which I bear this witness from a long experience,
had fallen. His nailed shoes gave him a that two graces have marked, in a pecu-
hold on the turf which a goat might have liar manner the children of the Church,
envied, and he moved boldly and fearlessly peace and humility. I have seen many
where I was afraid to stir. With his religious persons, who were not of the
aid I soon reached the valley, and then Church, and I have known them to be
along with him ascended the path which sincere, earnest, zealous; but if I have
led me back to the high_road I had left wished to find the fulfilment of the pro-
some hours before. As I could not speak mise, "Thou wilt keep him in perfect
ten words of German, and he did not know peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee,'
even one in English, our intercourse was I have gone to the bedside of one, who has
confined to nods, smiles, and winks, and I" kept his Church," and been a consistent
had ample time to admire the curious net communicant. There have I found the
work of his gaiters, and to note the sim- true "prisoner of hope;" there have I
plicity of his remaining_costume. We heard not so much "I feel happy," or
parted good friends, and I have kept to "I am sure," as "He is good and gra-
this day a few purchases made from his cious," "Thy rod and Thy staff comfort
pack, as a memorial of
my adventure.
me." There I have ever found the spirit
of the Publican, not that of the Pharisee;
"God be merciful to me a sinner," not
"I thank Thee that I am not as other
men are."

CHURCH BLESSINGS.

VI.

THE GRACE OF PERSEVERANCE.

When my sketch was over, I was seized with a strong desire to reach the rocky borders of the stream, and began to thread my way downward between the trees. At first the descent was easy enough, but it gradually became steeper, and I found myself slipping from tree to tree. As I There is, perhaps, no surer mark of a neared the river the trees were farther true Church than the humility of her apart, and I saw below me a footing of IN THE PRECEDING PAPERS religious members, combined with a peacelarge rocks on which I thought I could we have seen how the Church sheds ful reliance on their Saviour. They have easily walk if I could only reach them; the blessings of the Gospel on not been led by her in crooked ways when but a bank of slippery turf lay between. every age of man from infancy to man- they have found rest for their souls in However, I chose the narrowest spot, and, hood; providing for each the spiritual Him who was "meek and lowly in heart." laying hold of the boughs of the brush-food which it requires; for the little If, under her guidance, they have become wood, began the steep descent. Just half ones she provides the "washing of regene-"poor in spirit," the promise is sure to way down my feet slipped from under me, ration," and follows up the Sacrament them, "theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.” and I lay at full length on my side. I ordained by Christ, by a careful training Would we secure this final blessing, looked upward, and saw that the branch in the great truths of the gospel. For this 66 by which I held on was nearly torn from the strengthening and guarding of her life, and a foretaste in this world of the grace for grace," a peaceful close of the bush. There was nothing to do but younger members she has the rite of bliss of heaven, we must carry out the to lie still and think! If I moved the Confirmation, left to her by the Apostles. Psalmist's counsel, "Keep innocency and bough would break, and I should roll For those who are engaged in business, take heed to the thing that is right; for down on the rocks below, and either cut and in danger of being engrossed by that shall bring a man peace at the last;" my knees to pieces or break my skull. I worldly cares, she spreads the Sacred then may we, in our turn, "know and looked round for any signs of human life; Feast, and recalls them by her holy round feel," with a blessed assurance "that there no house was near, no sheep-bell met my of services to the higher life which the is none other Name under Heaven given | car; but I was rejoiced to see the traces gospel sets before them. For the penitent to man, in whom and through whom we of a mountain path on the other side of she has her deep confessions, her solemn may receive health and salvation, but only the river. How long I lay in this de- seasons of humiliation, and the offered the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ," and lightful state I will not undertake to say. aid of her ministers to the doubtful and find in that Name a strong tower of deIt seemed long enough to me in the broil- desponding. fence; then may the minister of the ing sun, and though I could see plenty of But her highest blessings are reserved Church in which we have received so snow on the peaks of the opposite moun- for those whose welfare is all but accom- many blessings commit our body to the tains I was none the cooler. At length I plished, whose souls already reflect the ground, without miserable doubt and fear, fancied I could discern a little speck on the light of heaven, who, when their Lordin sure and certain hope of the Resurfar reaches of the mountain path. Yes, says, "Surely, I come quickly," answer rection to Eternal Life through our Lord it moved downwards. It could be seen with their whole hearts, "Even so, come, Jesus Christ.” more plainly; it was a man with some Lord Jesus."

H. V.

huge mass towering over his head. After Then, indeed, her services burn with awhile the figure disappeared in a valley the fire of heaven. Then may even the A STORY OF SIR JAMES OUTRAM.-One anecdote is illustrative of the man. A magnificent tiger, a which lay beyond the nearest ridge. I bystanders feel that the gates of heaven man-eater," was hunted and struck, but not mortaliv watched anxiously for its re-appearance at have been opened near them. And this wounded-the beast dashed away as only wounded the spot where the path again became visible. crowning blessing is confined to no parti- tigers can, followed by the staunchest sportsmen of the At last I saw a tarpauling-covered burden, cular age. The grace of perseverance to the of all, the animal had gone to earth in a dark and ugly party. At last it was found again. but to the disgust then one end of a curious wooden frame, end is granted to the faithful, in child-cavern, about the last place to close single-handed with then the bright red-padded cap of the hood, in youth, in full age, and equally such "a Shitan." Men who could have fought in the open like Spartans, would not go to be crushed like Tyrolese carrier, followed by his handsome when the common boundary line has been rats in a sewer, and the tiger appeared to have escaped, mustachoed face. At length the whole left far behind. I have watched by the when out of the crowd came a short, thickset Feringee, figure stood before me on a flat table rock. bedside of the dying child, who with a There he stood deliberately leaning on the sweet simple faith was ready without a spiked staff which projected backwards word of regret or a thought of fear to from his pack, and with his finger pressed leave father, mother, most tenderly be down the tobacco into his pipe, his only loved, sisters and brothers, to "be with companion. I shouted. My voice rang the Blessed Jesus." I have tended the through the deep recesses of the mountain last hours of the aged saint of fourscore

face. Merely asking where the beast was concealed, with a quick black eye and a pleasant smile upon his he quietly dismounted, grasped his rifle, stepped into the den, and passed from the sight of the admiring the sportsman's rifle, and James Outram re-appeared, natives. Presently there was heard the sharp ring of a conqueror indeed of the " man-eater," but quite as much so of the impulsive Ishmaelites, who recognised in him honour and civilisation, associated with true courage. The Field.

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lutions for the morning, which the following them. She was plainly dressed, but somehow He was appeared smarter in her claret-coloured merino noon has not seen put in force. always deceiving himself with the notion that than all the farmer's daughters round about there is plenty of time, and yet he found that when figged out in their silks and satins. he had never time enough. Then when sorely There was the rose in her cheek, but hers were IMOTHY ROBINSON was bred and born in the pleasant little pressed he has been obliged to do in a hour not the rosy cheeks of Pattie, the dairymaid, village of Dappington, where his that which demanded two to do well, giving deepening into the tint and bulk of a red father Ezekiel followed the honest calling no satisfaction to himself and no satisfaction cabbage. of a miller. Timothy was his youngest son, to those who knew that he could do better, born to him when late in life; John was the Was Timothy invited to dinner, no one thought name of his eldest son, born to him in the of waiting for him; was he asked to make one first year of his early wedlock. John, or Jack of a pleasure party to picnic in Dappington as he was familiarly called, was a seven months' woods, the conveyance was sure to have started child, came early into the world and went early which was to have taken him there, run as he out of it, leaving, however, behind him a cer- might. Had he a parcel to send by the mail, tain name and fame for punctuality and clever- the mail was sure to have been gone five ness. Jack got through his work while other minutes before he reached the booking-office. people were merely talking about it, so that People knew that "Running Robin" would his example was often quoted to shame the run in some time or other, and ceased to indolent. And hence came the saying, when distress themselves about him; all except his one was determined to go to work with a will: mother Margery, to whom he was a great 'I'll do it before you can say twice Jack plague through his late habits, the more so as Robinson!" that is, before you can twice he was her darling and the son of her old age."Yes, ma'anı!" reproach me with wanting Jack's industry. Timothy, though apprentice to a draper and He was fond of books, perhaps too Timothy in this respect was the very opposite grocer, was a youth of some taste and refineof his brother Jack, and yet strange to say he ment. Dappington woods (our cut, p. 68, was never exactly idle. He did more perhaps fond, and it was whispered about that he wrote with his head than with his hands, and it was the head that the oftenest got him into trouble. gives a glimpse of them) were his favourite The neighbours said that whereas Jack came resort whenever he could command a holiday, into the world two months before his time, and there he would spend hours under the tall Timothy came into the world a month after trees on a pleasant day in summer, dipping time. The doctors do not believe in ten months' sometimes into a favourite author, leaving off babies; but friends and neighbours could only to listen to the singing of the birds, or to account for Timothy being invariably late up- observe the stags and fawns coursing the on the supposition that he came into the world glades, or browsing quietly on the green behind time and could never overtake it. While herbage; or he would down to the brook that still a hale stripling people would talk of the made pretty music as it hastened on its pebbly late" Timothy Robinson, as if he had been way to his father's mill-pond, and there would dead and buried and left a blank in the village. watch the minnows darting too and fro, or the Timothy was late to breakfast, late to dinner, spotted trout playing at bide-and-seek belate to supper, and, though there was abund-neath the dipping boughs of the alders or the ance in his father's house, he always came in for short commons, and in flagrant cases of He was of a lateness for no commons at all. He singularly satisfied nature, however, and bore such punishments without repining. could never get to church in time, never to school in time, and had more rebukes from the vicar, and more canings from the schoolmaster, on this score than all the boys of the village put together. Timothy was never seen to walk out of doors like sedate boys and sedate seniors. Timothy was always on the run, always in pursuit of a lost five minutes, which somehow Timothy, he rarely contrived to overtake. when a schoolboy, was always on the grand trot; he ran while an apprentice lad, ran when he set up in life as a draper and grocer, ran when a big man, and had something of a run And so in his pace when a grey-headed man. he was familiarly known far and wide as "Running Robin," and if now and then he did reach his destination in time he was out of breath, and people would often be out of patience.

A pleasant smile lighted up her eyes and played about her lips. Timothy had never seen such eyes and lips. He was transfixed. He sat on the stile staring in doltish wonder. Was this really a hussy of a Muse so slightingly spoken of by his mother? If so her appearance had taken all the melody out of him. She approached where Timothy was sitting, in a state of uncertainty whether to retreat or advance, and addressing him said: "Will you permit me to pass, young man; I believe I am on the right way to Dappington?" She spoke so sweetly, Timothy rather "I thank you, sir," she tumbled down than jumped down, blushing very red, and unable to answer more than a replied, and was evidently amused with she stooped down and passed under the stile, Timothy's confusion, for with a saucy smile made no effort to assist her. Before he had leaving Timothy mute as a lout, and he had recovered his scattered senses the damsel had disappeared in the green lane beyond Farmer Scoggins' meadow. Bashfulness, as well as "What a dolt she must have thought the putting of things off till to-morrow, was another of the weak points in Timothy's character. Timothy did not proceed any farther on his me!" said he to himself, "and so pretty and He did not hear the song of sweet spoken she was too!" visit to Charlie Brooke. He was suddenly a changed man. the thrush, nor the rustle of the sweet evening breeze, nor the purling of the brook, nor had he eyes for the wild flowers that lined his path. broad leaves of the water lilies. Nature had a To the surprise of the villagers he was seen to great charm for Timothy, and perhaps at times walk slowly along the High-street; to the he entertained a great dislike for selling tea and surprise of Margery he was in time for supper, At the shutters were taken down next morning at at those times also that he made verses. sugar and yards of calico, and perhaps it was but ate nothing; to the surprise of his master all events, when Margery would question him eight precisely instead of a quarter past. Marwhat had made him so late in the woods he gery was distressed at his abstinence and his On the first occasion the good old upon his heart heavy as a grindstone, but to would answer that he had been courting the silence. It was plain he had some care sitting Muse. lady heard him thus speak she was a little all maternal questioning he was dumb as a alarmed and a little angry, and said that there deal log. Timothy went early to bed and had could be no good about the bussy that made dreams of a pretty face under a pale straw-hat, a lad too late for his supper. Timothy smiled, and of a tidy figure in a claret-coloured and told his mother that the Muses were merino, and how he was trying to get off a imaginary damsels of celestial origin, who were stile and could not, and how he wished to run supposed to confer gifts of knowledge and after the pretty face and could not, and how His case was one of those understanding on those who wooed them. he wished to say something in reply to the Margery replied that she had no notion of a saucy "I thank you, sir," and could not. young man gadding about the woods after Timothy, in short, awoke next morning in a imaginary damsels when there were honest very bad way. men's daughters to be wooed nearer home. which is aggravated by being merely guessed But rebukes of this kind did not deter Timothy at by others; and breakfast over, to which he he could find an opportunity. from trotting to the dear old woods whenever did not his usual justice, when his mother

It was in the last year of the apprenticeIt was in great measure owing to the fact that Timothy thought he could do a thing in ship of Timothy Robinson, now grown a fine no time, like his brother Jack; and so he likeable young man, that one Sunday aftermight have done, for he was clever enough noon, after church time, he trotted through the and steady enough when once he set to work; village, and down the green lane which leads but he yielded to the terrible temptations of to the neighbouring village of Chippingham, by and bye"-the thief of time, whose with some indefinite purpose of visiting his depredations are punished in the persons of friend Charlie Brooke, apprentice to the village those who keep him company. Or it was that wheelwright, a mighty clever hand at the violin, "Running Robin " had in his nature the inert and irresistible in a country dance. Crossing power which learned men attribute to material Farmer Scoggin's meadow he reached a stile, bodies. A body at rest has no power of set-leading into a pathway which would take him ting itself in motion; a body in motion has by a near cut through the western angle of no power of stopping itself: so with Robin, Dappington woods. He mounted the stile and he seemed as if he had no power when the " by and bye" fit was upon him to set himself agoing; and when he was set agoing, by any means, he appeared to be as incapable of stopping himself. Timothy has been known in his school-boy days to devote eighteen hours on the stretch to a book or a problem, and reluctant to go to bed at daybreak; and he has gone to bed at an early hour with good reso

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sat on the top to take breath, and to consider
exactly what had brought him out. He was
still panting and wiping the perspiration from
his brow, when suddenly appeared at a turn of
the pathway and approaching him a maiden of
such extraordinary beauty that his heart began
He knew all the young ladies of the
to flutter in his bosom in a most extraordinary
manner.
country for miles around, but this was none of

asked him with a mother's solicitude if he
were unwell, be answered that he was not; but
when she said, "I think thou be'st in love, my
lad!" Timothy thundered out a terrific
"No, mother!" and seizing his cap rushed
from the house.

Monday was generally a dull day in the
village of Dappington, and Timothy stood
behind the counter in the grocery side of the
village establishment. He was deeply engaged
A piece of sugar-paper lay before
in the solution of a personal problem: whether
he was not the most miserable apprentice in
existence?
him, and in his right hand he held a pen
charged with ink. He was brimful of the
poetry of the dismal, and was balancing in his
mind whether he should write himself down a
stricken deer, or compare his heart to a shat-
tered vase, when a shadow darkened the door,
and a figure followed the shadow, and shortly
a pretty face under a pale straw bonnet was
whether he could match a piece of Honiton
before him, and a sweet voice was enquiring
lace which the speaker held in the prettiest

little hand in the world. It was a vision in the
flesh of the saucy eyes of the previous evening.
Timothy was as agitated as if he had been
taken in the act of doing something very
wicked. He blushed, he stammered, he was
in an agony of surprise sweetened with a few
drops of delight. Yes, he thought he could
match the lace, and bounded to the mercery
side of the establishment. First he took down
one box, and that was filled with gay ribbons;
pushing this aside he took down another,
and this was filled with
guimpe fringes. A box
of gloves next appeared,
and then one filled with
gentlemen's braces. A
pyramid of boxes rose on
the small counter, but
never a lace-box. The
damsel took a chair with
provoking coolness, play-
ed with her little parasol,
and added to the con-
fusion of Timothy by
telling him that she was
in no hurry. He got
more and more entang-
led, and his excuses were
as incoherent as a ball of
dry oat-meal. If he stole
a glance at his customer
now and then he could
hardly help fancying her
a beautiful young savage
thrusting pins, needles
and beef skewers with
malicious pleasure into
his heart. Fortunately
the lace-box was at length
found, and Timothy was
somewhat more com-
posed. He began to talk
rationally and could tell

the price per yard of one

quality of lace from an

other. He essayed even
some shopman eloquence
on prices and patterns,
and received assenting
replies to all his state-
ments. With a boldness
which afterwards sur-

prised him, he attempted
to delay his pretty cus-
tomer by showing her
every pattern and variety
of lace but the one he
knew she really wanted,
when at length he was
obliged to produce it a
pretty little white hand
was advanced towards
his rather carrotty-look-
ing big hand just to
match the breadth of the
piece. It was by pure
accident their hands met,
and it was now the turn
of Jessie (that was her
name), to be a little con-
fused. Such things will
occur in the course of
human existence. The
purchase was made, and
a farther purchase of
calico, which was di-
rected to be sent to
Farmer Woodward's, of Chippingham, in the
course of the evening. Timothy wrapped
up Jessie's change in a piece of pink paper,
bade her good morning with a composed
and genteel bow, and she departed.

Jessie went home, and as she crossed the stile she did not think Timothy at all loutish; she had never looked into kindlier eyes, had never seen such dark clustering hair hanging over a more intelligent forehead, had never listened to a more melodious voice. It was Jessie's turn to be a little miserable, and she

began to wonder whether the draper's appren-
tice would not think her giddy or saucy;
whether she would not have to pine away in
secret and go out of the world like a crushed
neglected flower.

THE EMIGRANT BROTHERS.

CHAPTER IX.

LIFE ON THE KARROO.

HEN Robert, Charley, and their sister landed at Port Elizabeth there had been peace between

She reached Farmer Woodward's just as the family was sitting down to dinner. Jessie, too, sat down, but Jessie had no appetite. Dame Woodward's patés did not tempt her, the farmer's jests did not rouse her. She was plainly making a meal off the horn-handled the Colony and the Kafirs for ten years,

but, as if troubles were still to follow them, they had not been more than a few months in the colony, when vague and uneasy rumours began to float about, and the older and more experienced colonists evidently expected an outbreak. The immediate danger passed away, but it did not seem desirable to the brothers to settle at present near the borders. They therefore paid a visit to Capetown, taking with them letters of introduction from Mr. Nares to Mr. Moore, one of the leading merchants, by whom they were kindly received. Soon afterwards they were introduced to a Captain Randal, who had been settled for some years in

the district of Swellen. dem as an agriculturist. He was not long in discovering Robert's tastes, and taking a fancy to him, he offered him a joint interest in one of his vast flocks, if he would settle himself on the farm and take the superintendence of both sheep and shepherds. Robert willingly accepted the offer, which came the more opportunely as Mr. Moore had already proposed that one of the brothers should take a place in his office, though he had not employment for both. Charley and Maggie took up their abode in a small house in Capetown. The office work was by no means congenial to poor Charley; but it was something, in an unsettled time, to have a comfortable home for Maggie, and he took to it contentedly. As it happened, this little piece of selfdenial was a most important step to the accomplishment of his heart's desire, though he little suspected it. Robert did not much relish knife she held listlessly in her right hand, or leaving his brother and sister. "This comes, thinking how happy the dove must be which Charley," he said, "of being encumbered was flying, under the gravy, on the willow- with women! but I'm glad the dear girl pattern plate, having no care but how to get is with us. You have the best of it for at the blue apples. The willow was sympa- the present, but I hope the day will come thetic. She had heard sing of maidens weeping under the green-willow. Yes, Jessie must go out of the world like a crushed neglected flower.

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when I can at least match you, if we must separate. But how jolly it will be, when we have a good farm of our own, if we can set up a quartet; or, get you married, and find a good husband for Maggie, we'll make a little colony of six. Then we shan't fear half a hundred Kafirs. The women will load, and