the correct orthography of this word is carnelian, from the Latin carneolus, fleshy-from its fleshy colour. It is a variety of chalcedony (a precious stone), of a clear deep red, or a reddish white colour. 11 Bunker's Hill, in Charlestown, immediately to the north of Boston, Massachusetts, United States. Bunker's Hill is celebrated as the first battle-field in the American War of Independence (see "American War" in the Appendix). 12 indentation, dent, a mark made by a blow or pressure, in this case of the teeth. The word indentation is usually applied to a notch or cut in the margin or border of paper or other things. It is derived from the Latin in, into, and dens, a tooth. Hence anything cut into points or inequalities, like a row of teeth, is said to be indented.

THE Queen's barge was on the very point of putting off; the seat allotted to Leicester in the stern, and that to his master of the horse on the bow of the boat, being already filled up. But on Leicester's approach there was a pause, as if the bargeman anticipated some alteration in their company. The angry spot was, however, on the Queen's cheek, as, in that cold tone with which superiors endeavour to veil their internal agitation, while speaking to those before whom it would be 'derogation to express it, she pronounced the chilling words, "We have waited, my Lord of Leicester."

"Madam, and most gracious Princess," said Leicester, you, who can pardon so many weaknesses which your own heart never knows, can best bestow your commiseration on the agitations of the bosom, which, for a moment,

affect both head and limbs. I came to your presence a doubting and an accused subject; your goodness penetrated the clouds of 'defamation, and restored me to my honour, and, what is yet dearer, to your favour: is it wonderful, though for me it is most unhappy, that my master of the horse should have found me in a state which scarce permitted me to make the exertion necessary to follow him to this place?"

Something of a fainting fit," answered the readywitted Varney, 66 as your Grace may observe from his present condition. My lord's haste would not permit me leisure even to bring his dress into order."

"It matters not," said Elizabeth, as she gazed on the noble face and form of Leicester, to which even the

strange mixture of passions by which he had been so lately agitated gave additional interest; "make room for my noble lord. Your place, Master Varney, has been filled up; you must find a seat in another barge."

Varney bowed, and withdrew.

"And you, too, our young Squire of the Cloak," added she, looking at Raleigh, "must, for the time, go to the barge of our ladies of honour."

Leicester seated himself in his place in the barge, and close to the sovereign; whilst Raleigh, with a profound bow and a look of the deepest humiliation, was about to quit his place.

A noble courtier, the 'gallant Lord Willoughby, read, as he thought, something in the Queen's face, which seemed to pity Raleigh's real or assumed semblance of mortification.

"It is not for us old courtiers," he said, "to hide the sunshine from the young ones. I will, with her Majesty's leave, relinquish for an hour that which her subjects hold dearest, the delight of her highness's presence, and mortify myself by walking in star-light, while I forsake for a brief season the glory of Diana's own beams. I will take place in the boat which the ladies occupy, and permit this young cavalier his hour of promised felicity."

"The Queen replied, with an expression betwixt mirth and earnest, "If you are so willing to leave us, my lord, we cannot help the mortification. But, under favour, we do not trust you—old and experienced as you may deem yourself with the care of our young ladies of honour. Your venerable age, my lord," she continued, smiling, may be better assorted with that of my Lord Treasurer, who follows in the third boat, and whose experience even my Lord Willoughby's may be improved by."

Lord Willoughby hid his disappointment under a smile

-laughed, was confused, bowed, and left the Queen's barge to go on board my Lord Burleigh's. Leicester, who endeavoured to divert his thoughts from all internal reflection, by fixing them on what was passing around, watched this circumstance among others. But when the boat put off from the shore-when the music sounded from a barge which accompanied them-when the shouts of the populace were heard from the shore, and all reminded him of the situation in which he was placed, he abstracted his thoughts and his feelings by a strong effort from everything but the necessity of maintaining himself in the favour of his patroness, and exerted his talents of pleasing captivation with such success, that the Queen, alternately delighted with his conversation, and alarmed for his health, at length imposed a temporary silence on him, with playful yet anxious care, lest his flow of spirits should exhaust him.

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"My lords," she said, "having passed for a time our edict of silence upon our good Leicester, we will call you to counsel on a 3 gamesome matter, more fitted to be now treated of, amidst mirth and music, than in the gravity of our ordinary deliberations. Which of you, my lords," said she, smiling, "know aught of a petition from Orson Pinnit, the keeper, as he qualifies himself, of our royal bears. Who stands godfather to his request?"

"Marry, with your Grace's good permission, that do I," said the Earl of Sussex. "Orson Pinnit was a stout soldier before he was so mangled by the 'Irish clan MacDonough, and I trust your Grace will be, as you always have been, good mistress to your good and trusty servants."

"Surely," said the Queen, "it is our purpose to be so, and in especial to our poor soldiers and sailors, who hazard their lives for little pay. We could give," she

said, with her eyes sparkling, "yonder royal palace of ours to be an 1ohospital for their use, rather than they should call their mistress ungrateful. But this is not the question," she said, her voice, which had been. awakened by her patriotic feelings, once more subsiding into the tone of gay and easy conversation; "for this Orson Pinnit's request goes something farther. He complains, that amidst the extreme delight with which men haunt the play-houses, in their eager desire for seeing the exhibitions of one Will Shakespeare (whom, I think, my lords, we have all heard something of), the manly amusement of bear-baiting is falling into comparative neglect: since men will rather throng to see these roguish players kill each other in jest, than to see our royal dogs and bears worry each other in earnest. What say you to this, my Lord of Sussex?"

"Why, truly, gracious madam," said Sussex, "you must expect little from an old soldier like me in favour of battles in sport, when they are compared with battles in earnest; and yet, by my faith, I wish Will Shakespeare no harm. Some of his poetry has rung in mine ears as if the lines sounded to boot and saddle. But then it is all froth and folly-no substance or seriousness in it. What are half-a-dozen knaves, with rusty foils and tattered targets, making but a mere mockery of a stout fight, to compare to the royal game of bear-baiting, which has been graced by your Highness's countenance, and that of your royal predecessors, in this your princely kingdom, famous for matchless mastiffs and bold " bearwards, over all Christendom? Greatly is it to be doubted that the race of both will decay, if men should throng to hear the lungs of an idle player belch forth nonsensical bombast, instead of bestowing their pence on encouraging the bravest image of war that can be shown in peace, and that is the sports

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