ladies to return-no; our going down won't bring them back a minute the sooner."

"Then let us go on, anywhere."

We had a long, aimless, and devious wandering that day among the grassy slopes and peaks of Rydal Fell, until we at length came down by the gorge through which Rydal Beck plunges, foaming into the valley below. Wherever we went, the Lieutenant seemed chiefly to be concerned in marking out the chief places of beauty which we should bring the women to see on the morrow-as if Bell did not know Rydal Beck and all its falls as well as she knew Walton Heath. And then we got down the winding road by Rydal Mount, and walked leisurely back by Rydal Water to Grasmere.

What was this that confronted us as we went into the hotel, and went forward to the large windows? The sun was lying brightly on the hills, and the lake, and the garden in front of us; and on the lawnwhich was a blaze of bright color-three figures stood, throwing jet-black shadows on the green. Von Rosen stared, as well he might stare. For there were Bell and Tita, engaged in earnest and interesting talk with a young man; and the young man was Arthur.

For a second or two the Lieutenant did not utter a word; but presently he remarked, with a fine affectation of careless

ness

"Have they had lunch, do you think?" "Let us go and see," I say; and so our Uhlan stalks gloomily out into the garden. Our appearance seemed to cause great embarrassment to the party on the lawn. Arthur, with a flush on his face, greeted us stiffly; and then he suddenly turned to Queen Tita, and continued his talk with her in an ostentatiously impressive manner, as though he would give us to understand that he would take no more notice of us. Bell, apparently, had been rather left out in the cold. Perhaps she was a little vexed-for even the most amiable of girls have their notions of pride-and so what must she do but immediately turn to the Lieutenant and ask him with much friendliness all about his forenoon's ramble.

If thankfulness, and kindliness, and all the modest and grateful respect of love were ever written on a young man's face, they dwelt in the eyes of our Uhlan as he was almost struck dumb by this signal

mark of Bell's condescension. He took no great advantage of the permission accorded to him. He did not seek to draw her away. In fact, after telling Mademoiselle, with his eyes cast down, that he hoped she would come next day to see all that we had seen, he placed the burden of explanation on me, who would rather have sat in the back benches and looked from a distance at this strange comedy.

But the effect upon Arthur of this harmless conduct of Bell's was what might have been expected. When we turned to go into the hotel for luncheon, he was talking in rather a loud way, with a fine assumption of cynicism. He had not much to tell of his adventures, for the reason of his coming up so late was merely that the cob had gone a little lame, and had been brought with some care to Kendal, where it was to have a couple of days' rest-but his conversation took far wider sweeps than that. The climax of it came when we were sitting at table. All this time the lad had not addressed a word to Bell; but now he suddenly observed

"You remember that song of Lover's you used to sing, about the white sails flowing ?"

"Yes," said Bell-she had often sung it to him at his own request.

"It is a pretty song," said he, with rather a ghastly smile; "but I heard a version of it the other night that I thought was a good deal truer. Shall I try to repeat the verses ?"

"Yes, do," says Queen Titania, with no great cordiality in her tone. She half anticipated what was coming.

"This is the first verse," said the young man, glancing rather nervously at Bell, and then instantly withdrawing his eyes:

"What will you do, love, when I am going,

With white sails flowing, the seas beyond? What will you do, love, when waves divide us, And friends may chide us, for being fond? "When waves divide us, and friends are chiding, Afar abiding, I'll think anew; And I'll take another devoted lover, And I'll kiss him as I kissed you."

A frightful silence prevailed. We all of us knew that the reckless young man was Could he rushing on self-destruction. have devised a more ingenious method of insulting Bell? He proceeded : "What will you do, love, if distant tidings

Thy fond confidings should undermine!?

foolish verses-and another one which fear of my Lady prevents my publishing herewere the actual outcome of all the rebellious thoughts that had been rankling in. his mind like poison during these last few days. Along the lonely highway, this was the devil's dirge he had been crooning to himself. He had fed on its unholy bitterness as he sat in remote inns, and pictured to himself, with a fierce satisfaction, the scene in which he would recite the lines to Bell, before the whole of us.

office, by departing into a Cave of Adullam and marshaling the discontented around him; but in love affairs, how is a man to profit by an exhibition of angry passion and recklessness? Force is of no avail, threatening is as idle as the wind. And there was something even more cruel than threatening in this recitation of the young man's, as only those who were familiar with our life in Surrey could understand. What might come of it no one could tell.

[Note by Queen Titania.-I am no judge of what ought to be placed before the public-I leave that to those whose sense of good taste and proper feeling is probably better than mine. But if these most impertinent verses are to be published, I have to say that the implication contained in the first verse is cruelly false. To hint that Bell could have thought of kissing either Arthur or the Lieutenant-or would have done so if they were. Princes of the Blood-is most unjust and insulting to a girl whose pride and self-respect no one has ever dared to impeach. It is all very well for a stupid young man to say such things in a fit of ungovernable rage; but what I know is that Bell cried very much about it, when she spoke to me about it afterward. And both my husband and Count von Rosen sat still, and never said a word. If I had been a man, I think I should have told Arthur very plainly what I thought of his very pretty conduct. But I suppose they considered it a jest; for I have frequently found that the notions of gentlemen about what is humorous are a little peculiar.] [From Macmillan's Magazine. (To be continued.)

ST. STAVEN'S, May 15th, 18—. A WAKE or two afther me introducshun till the House, I felt a great sthrangeness; but 'twas not long before I began to get used to its ways, an' its surprisin what a place it is for colloguin an' good fellaship. Faith, ye'd think to hear the newspapers talkin' ov" the elements ov the House being incongruous," or to peroose the reports ov the tirrible sthrokes of rhitorick an' other elequint discompliments that takes place betune the dyin gladiathors of the arena, as the classic Mister McC. calls thim, that it was more like cats an' dogs they lived than jintleman: but betune you an' me that's all blather. There's no place more like ould Oireland itself for displayin falins ye don't fale, an' sayin things ye don't mane, than that same House of Com

mons.

Says Mister Mickleleary, the Mimber for the Backgammon Burrows in the North ov Scotland, to me, wid a wink-an' by the same token he's a Presbitter, an' wan ov the cruelest Protestants on his legs in the House, but quite the conthrairy whin he's aff thim; says he-an' more betokens he can take a good stiff glass ov Scotch whisky when occasion sarves

"Mr. Geoghegan," says he, "a man must have one programme for the hustings and another for the House of Commons. For," says he, "you see, you're dealing with entirely different masters. On the hustings, you have to do with your constituency, which always demands of you more than you can possibly give, and there are a great many to please; and unless a man serves it up hot and strong to them," says he, stirrin a glass ov the same charackter

istics, "you make no impression. But when you get here," says he, "the Whip's your master

The whip," says I, "is there iver a whip in the House? For didn't the Spaker himself disown me the use of me shillelagh? By the powers," I was about to say, when he interruphted me—

"You misunderstand me," says he, "the Whip is an official, a member of the House, who is the agent of the Government, keeps the party together, sees that men don't run away from their votes, manages the elections, or tries to do so; and if you want any thing done for yourself, or have any voters in your borough who want any thing done for them, he's the man to go to about it." "Want any thin' done for thim," says I; "it'll be a meracle if he sathisfies all me consthituents. It's till him I'll go at wance, if ye'll tell me his name."

He'd no suner mintioned his name whin I remimbered him as a man I was already introjuiced to.

"But I was saying," says the Mimber for Backgammon Burrows, "the Whip's your other master. He knows the mind of the government, and if you don't vote as he likes, you won't get much honor out of your return to Parliament."

"Faith," says I "honnor's not worth the tinsel-paper it's wrapt up in; but if he can supply me an' me consthituents with what'll sathisfy us, he may distribute his honnors broadcast, for me."

It was at tin o'clock ov a warrum evenin, settin on the terras fornenst the Parliment Houses, we enthertained this conversashun -ye'll obsarve that me style of spache is improvin by me assoshiashun wid the schollards ov the legislathur. The habits ov Parliment is nothin loike what ye'd imagine from a cursory view at a disthance. Bedad, me own ideas ov it have complately althered. At the same moment whin about fifty ov us was occupyin the terras wid our chairs an bodies, an' the balluster in front wid glasses of cool brandy an' soda, an other mixthurs, some philanthrophists to the tune ov a dozen was listenin to an intherestin debate on Indian finance. Whin the divishun bell rings it's a dov a scurry to finish yer dhrinks an rush up to record yer opinions on a debate ye didn't hear wan word ov.

"Och!" says I whin first I saw the way they did their businiss, "if me counthry

only knew ov the humbug this legislathur is, an' how 'tis they discuss the affairs of the Impire, by all the powers," says I, "wouldn't they think that Mister Cromwell they curse so bitterly was the sinsiblist man that iver lived to disperse such a nest of fools an' desavers, an' put wan good head in place of so many hunthered bad ones!"

If Father O'Swill was to rade those lines, oh, wirrasthrue! but 'twould be a bad day for me; for Cromwell's a name ye might as well mintion to him as hould up a red rag to a bull.

I detarmined at wance to try the Whip's good nater, an lavin me Scotch frin to finish his glass, I sarched the House an' the lobbies for the Whip; but sorra a bit ov him could be found, till I came acrass a thin man in the grate lobby, a-standing about, an' says I—

"Can ye tell me where the Whip is ?" "What Whip ?" says he.

"What Whip!" says I; "sure there's only wan ?"

"There are two," says he; "which of them do you want ?"

"I don't know what ye mane," says I. "If it's two Whips there are, an' they're aiquilly agreeable, I'd like to see both ov thim," says I.

"Well," says he, wid a smile, are you Liberal or Conservative? There's a Liberal Whip and a Conservative Whip."

'Twas the first time I'd iver heard ov such nice distincshuns, an' I scratched me head thinkin which ov thim was most loikely to sarve me purpose.

"I'd loike to see them first," says I, wid a wink, "before I'd tell ye."

He laughed that way I thought 'twas a fit of hysterrics he had. Whin he'd done, says he

"Oh! I think I know the one you want. Are you not the member for Rashkillen ?"

"The same," says I; "Barney Geoghegan, Esquire, M.P., by name."

"Then you're on the Liberal side," says he, "and it's the Liberal Whip you want to see. Is it any thing I can do ?" says he.

"I don't know ye," says I, "an' for the same reason I can't answer yer question." "I'm a Treasury agent," says he. "Faith, thin," says I, "if yer a threasury agent, an' have the threasury at yer disposal, ye'll do for my purpose. Can ye give me an ordher ?”

"An ordher for what?" says he.

"An ordher for any thin ye like over a thousan pounds," says I. "Look here, whisper," says I, in his ear, "I'm in no nade ov honnors, for I've more ov the same than I can convaniently carry at this moment, an' they're expinsive; but if ye can give me an ordher for some money," says I, "I'll support ye threw thick an' thin, an' me consthituents will be aiqually confidhin."

"Mr. Geoghegan," says he, drawin himself up wid a grate show ov indignashun, you have mistaken the character of this House and the nature of your office. Do you suppose, sir, the Whip could condescend to the infamy of bribing you to support the Government! No, sir! we have no money, even if we had the conscience, for such practices."

Whin he'd delivered himself ov those wurds, he turned on his heel and wint in quickly intil a little doore, an' 'twas well for him he did it in time. I wint back an' towld Mickleleary ov the result ov me intherview, an' he explosed wid laughter, an' explaned to me that if I'd asked for a barrownetcy for meself, or a peerage for Misthress Molly Geoghegan on the same tarms, I'd have more chance of gettin that than a fardin ov money out ov the prisent ministry. Faith ye'd make more hard cash out ov bein an electhur than a legislhatur, that's my opinion anyway.

On me comin to be acquainted wid the mimbers that was nothorious threw all Oireland for their feroshity an' hatred to His Holiness an' the Church, there was no bounds to me astonishment. Mister W (I'm considherate ov mintionin names, out of fare the thrue persons should be idinthified, so I only put the inishuls) is a little fella wid a good-natered face, an' he's always sittin an jokin' in the smokinroom wid Sir Kilmoy, an' other mimbers ov the Pope's brigade, as if they was al brothers born. It's only inside the House he gets so feroshus. Sure, ye might spake till him outside an' niver know there was anythin the matther with him, at all, at all. Indade, me frind, Tully O'More's nevvy, paid him the compliment of sayin: that, "instead ov bein a wolf in shape's clothin," as Mister N— had called him, "it's a shape in wolves' clothin' he is." An' the observashun does credit to the young man's desarnment. As for Mister Nthe tall jintleman that sits on the other side

"He's a peripatetic bolster, distributing light feathers with all the gravity and ponderosity of a man that is delivering pigiron or blocks of Aberdeen granite."

Thrue for ye, McC, an' ye might butt yer head agen the same bolsther all day widout injury to yer brains, is my opinion, me bhoy.

Och! but there's wan man ye ought to see, for he's the jewil ov the House. It's me happiest moment till be catchin a glimpse ov his fine honest face, wid the blind eyes turned up as if he was lookin for more light to come in upon same grate thought he had widin him! It's a shame upon the men sittin around him wid their eyes in their head, that can't walk so straight, nor see the truth so clearly, nor spake it so fearlessly, as the noble Mimber for B

-n. Half ov the honesty he has would go a long way in thim sates, I can tell yes; an' though he's a heretic, an' cursed by the Pope himself for a dangerous skismatic, it's not in me heart to belave that evil or desate lies undher the countenance that the killin ov his eyes can niver darken. O Father O'Swill, yerself would say the same, and small sin till ye, if

saw him!

ye

I was informed 'twould be necessary for me to ballot for an evenin to bring on me moshun, an' that I'd have to be ready wid me spache in case I hit on an airly day. So I wrote to Father O'Swill to sind me the spache in time to be larned off, and to cut it as short as he could, seein I was niver a lawyer, nor a clargyman, an' was more brought up till howld me tongue instid ov usin' it: an' I mintioned to his riverence, that me fellow-pathriots in the House was agen me bringin it on at all. Och! but his riverence has a sharp eye and can see a long disthance. On sindin me the spache, says he—

"Don't be dissuaded from yer dewty, as an honest pathriot, by others who have their own intherests to sarve, who doubtless have only professed to take up this question bekase they hope to profit by it.

Ache wan ov thim will be jealous ov yes, bekase ache desires to be a lader, but, Barney, be thrue to yer counthry an' yerself, an' let thim know ye mane till purshue the path ov dewty, over yer own dead body, if it comes to that."

Wid those wurds ringin in me ears, from the time I read thim, I detarmined to cogitate his riverence's spache, an' deliver it till the House, the first moment I got the opportunity. Sure enough by the luck I have, it was on a Tewsday ov the third wake that I stood at the top ov the moshuns. If yer not familiar wid the ways ov the House, its not me can explane thim till yes, for they're not asy larned; an' 'tis the truth I'm tellin ye, only wan man in the world undherstans thim, an' that's wan ov the offishuls wid a wig, settin' undher the Spaker. Whin he dies I'm towld its doubtful what'll become ov the rules at all at all. Anyway, I was to come on, immajitly afther the ordhers ov the day, an' the questions.

Ivery man I knew in the House-an,' faith indade, by that time I was intimate with no small number-was jokin me about me approachin triumph, an' I was towld on the best authority, the Pramier himself was shakin in his shues. Faix, it must be moighty unasy work for the shues he wares, considherin the quantity ov questions that must be makin him quake, ivery day ov his life! On the pravious Monday, before me moshun came on on the Tewsday, I was standhin at the counther, takin a drap ov whiskey, just to kape Tully O'More's nevvy in imployment, whin up comes the Whip himself, an' afther ordherin a limonade

"You're the very man I wanted to see," says he, as soft and perlite as ye plase.

Well," says I, "it's not ivery wan that looks as glad to see me, afther me bein trated as I've been trated!"

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Oh, my dear fellow!" says he, passin his arm through mine, as if I was his brother. "X-was quite right, you know; the days when money could be had are long gone by. The very whisper of such a thing would ruin any Government. It's all purity now and no undue influences."

"Begorra," says I, "if it's all purity thin, there's nothin left to a pathriot but to do his dewty till his consthituents, an stick to civil an' religious liberthy, though I'm consated," says I, "there's not much in that but the wurds."

Well," says he, "I want to speak to you. This motion of yours, you know, to-morrow evening, is very embarrassing. We can't support Home Rule at this moment; and why should you force us to show our hand? Besides, we want to get on with the bill for enfranchising single women-"

"If ye'll bring in a bill for enfranchisin married men, an' ye won't tell Molly Geoghegan, I'll support ye wid all me heart," says I.

"I am charged by the Premier himself," says he, not noticin me interrupshun, "with an urgent message to you to postpone it to a further period of the session."

"What," says I, "the same man that gave notis ov want ov confidence? I'll not postpone it for the likes ov him. Shure, 'tis the death-knell ov Sassenach tyranny, I'm going to sound to-morra," says I, quotin by antiscipashun from Father O'Swill's spache.

"Well," says he, "look here, you're on our side, and you know it is hard enough for us as it is to hold our own. If you propose this motion we can not possibly accept it. No one ever knows what the other side will do. They may take to any thing in order to turn us out; and you may compel the resignation of the Ministry."

"Och!" says I, "small chance ov yer resignin! Sure it's the joak ov the House that yer always going to resign an' niver doin it," says I. "We'd be glad to say ye stick till yer wurd for wance. Faith, yer devoshin to yer party is touchin," says I, "an' desarves honorable mintion in history."

At that he made a face an' went away, an' Tully O'More's nevvy, that stood by an' overhard the conversashun, says to me, laughin,

"Mister Geoghegan," says he, "ye've hit him undher the fifth rib there for 'tis well known that the only faythur of resignashun about thim is to be resigned to their prisent posishun."

Och! but the House was a pictur that same afthernune whin me moshun was to come on. The lobbies was full, an' the quantity ov Mimbers that wint in to prayers was beyant the averige. For, "Tis by prayers ye get a sate in the lower house as well as yer reward in a higher place," says me frind Mister McC

The binches on both sides was filled.