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Wrapped in home duties and interests, love had come, like a great surprise, into Pansie Melville's life. The new experience, while it opened the gates of a paradise, bright with rare and radiant visions, introduced at the same time a disturbing element into her already harassed existence.

Douglas Stewart had been obliged to plead his cause very often before he won the answer he desired from the girl whose sweet face, with its delicate rounded features, soft dark eyes, and rich bloom, was not more attractive than her pure unselfish nature, and loyal true heart. Love, however, for a handsome young lover, once planted in Pansie's heart, soon entwined itself about the very innermost fibres of her


It was owing to no lack of nobility in the character of her fiancé that Pansie sadly resolved, as she mused over Keith's tidings, that henceforth their lives should be apart. Accustomed to prosperity from his birth, it had never been possible for the young man to comprehend the petty, harassing anxieties which were Pansie's daily portion. He was conscious in a vague way of the poverty Pansie strove so bravely to hide, but would have listened in unbelieving astonishment to anyone who had told him that-while his love was the brightest thing in the girl's life, and gave her strength to bear its many trials with cheerful unconcern - his visits to the comfortless household were to her, nevertheless, frequent causes of dread and humiliation.

Gentle and loving, Pansie was also proud and sensitive to a fault; and as she called to mind the cold pompous worldliness of her lover's parents, who had shown so little kindness to the motherless girl, her determination to free Douglas Stewart from his vow deepened and strengthened. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were people who had amassed their large fortune by sheer hard work in early life. Shrewd and worldly, measuring everything by its mercantile value, they had never looked with favour on the engagement of their only son to the daughter of a ruined spendthrift, as they contemptously styled Mr. Melville. Better, the sorrowful girl mused hopelessly, for

her lover to bear the pain of a heartache now, than link his fate to the daughter of a disgraced and hopeless gambler.

Very fair did Pansie look, as, an hour later, she awaited her lover's coming in the little parlour. Her recent agitation had given a liquid sweetness to the dark eyes, and a tremulous quiver to the small mouth, although it had robbed a little of the rosy bloom from the soft cheeks; her girlish beauty seeming only more apparent in the simple holland gown, deprived by constant wear of every vestige of elegance it might ever have possessed.


It had been comparatively easy to plan brave little speeches of renunciation when Pansie was alone, but it was very difficult to utter any of them when her lover actually stood beside her. looked such a picture of handsome manhood, with his regular-featured, sunburnt face, and his tall, lithe figure; and such a smile of loving welcome softened the laughing brown eyes, and curved the lips beneath the dark drooping moustache, that it was hard to resist the temptation of clinging to the broad breast, and pouring out all trouble there.

As Pansie suppressed all mention of the trouble which had just befallen them, it was some time before Douglas Stewart could comprehend the meaning of her words. When at last he understood her intention of sharing Keith's future fortunes in the bush, although the smile had faded, and his tones lost their hearty, boyish ring, he treated the matter lightly enough.. He was willing to wait any number of years, he assured Pansie coolly; and totally ignored her low-toned assertion that ere long he would find some one who would make him far happier than she could ever do.

It was only when the young man's half playful, half incredulous speeches failed to lessen Pansie's gravity of demeanour, or shake her resolution of parting with him, that he began to realise there might be cause for alarm. He had hitherto been half-amused at Pansie's efforts to convince him of her determination; but when he began to tremble for the continuance of the

happiness which had so glorified his life, his manner changed. He came and knelt by the side of the girl he loved so tenderly, and taking her hands in his, spoke in tones as earnest as her


"See here, darling! I know I am not half worthy of you; but I believe you have given me your pure young heart, while to me you are the love of my life-the only woman I have ever cared for. I am not good at eloquence; I can only tell you in plain words how dear you are. Nor will I say that if you persist in your resolve I will take my own life; no man worthy of the name ever yet threw away God's greatest gift because he was denied some cherished blessing. All that is

brightest and best in existence will fade from me, though, if you leave me, Pansie, and I shall become a very different man to the one you loved. But you will not, darling?" changing his tone to one of the tenderest entreaty, "look at me, and say you were but testing the depths of my devotion!" Pansie's mute gesture was answer sufficient, as she turned away from the wistful pleading of the brown eyes; and rising to his feet, without another word, Douglas Stewart turned to the door, leaving Pansie to the "virtue" which "is its own reward." The reward, in her case, was loneliness and tears.

T. L. GRACE DUMAS. (To be continued).


She was a blithesome maid who sang,

Close by the cottage window sitting;

Sweet and clear were the notes that rang

Out on the air where the birds were flitting;
Merrily, merrily sang the birds,

But none could exactly guess their words,
While the maid so clever,

And blushing never,

Sang, "Where I love, I love for ever!"

He was a youth just passing by

While the maid was singing, oh, so sweetly!

Who to the garden gate drew nigh

And listened there, entranced completely;
For the sound of a voice so sweet and clear
Was rapturous music to his ear,

And he said, “Ah, never

Would I wish to sever

From one who loves, and loves for ever!"

The maiden smiled on her lover's suit,

When at her feet he made confession;

Her eyes were bright, but her voice was mute,
When she gave her heart into his possession.
But now together their lives are set,

They sing in unison this duet :

"We'll dissever


For where we love, we love for ever!"

-N. Y. Sun


Life at sea, it has often been said, affords the best opportunities for reading the characters of men, and of becoming intimately acquainted with more of their inner life. This is not at all times manifest in our ordinary and less frequent intercourse with those whom we profess to know so well as neighbours, or whom we are accustomed to meet daily in our business associations. It is possible, after many years of such acquaintanceship, to be ignorant of the separate, hidden kind of existence which men live a life that is not seen on the surface-not expressed in the daily routine of professional or business doings. Oftentimes men, who present a stern, cold exterior to the world, show that they possess large and sympathetic hearts, when the occasion comes for touching them. "Cut a little deeper," said the French soldier to the surgeon who was endeavouring to extract the bullet, "and you will find the Emperor." Life at sea does afford the opportunity of cutting a little deeper into human nature, sometimes with unsatisfactory results, at other times with the discovery of treasures of rare and priceless value.

The following incident, in my first interview with General Gordon, seems to illustrate the kind, generous, sympathetic nature of the man. Speaking of Australia and Australians, he said: "Do you know a Mr. Robinson, of Melbourne, a sick gentleman, who has preceded us in the s.s. Ravenna?" I replied that I knew him quite well, as one of the firm of Brooks, Robinson and Co.; that we had left Melbourne together; but, owing to his delicate state of health, he, with his wife, transhipped at Galle, into the Ravenna, while we continued our voyage to Bombay. He continued, "I am glad to find you know him. I was very much concerned about him. I fear he will never reach England. I don't know when I felt so sorry for anyone. I took every opportunity of speaking to him, and tried to comfort him, as well as his


poor little wife, who was the most devoted woman I ever saw."

Mr. Robinson survived the voyage only a very few days. It is possible the widow does not know to this day who the kind and sympathetic friend. was; the voyage from Aden to Galle being only a few days' steaming, and her whole time and attention being occupied with her sick husband. may now learn his name for the first time. This spontaneous act of Christian love and sympathy towards an entire stranger impressed me deeply, and served to reveal a true and gener

ous nature.


General Gordon's life on board the Kaiser-i-hind presented a great contrast to the usual method of passing away the time.

Disciplined by the rules of the Military service, he attached due importance to healthy bodily exercise, and invariably did his amount of walking the deck, chiefly in the evening before and after dinner, and at a quick smart pace. He never sat out the meals, but betook sparingly of the simplest food, and arose and left the table as soon as he had finished.

He rose early in the morning, but only appeared on deck about a quarter of an hour before breakfast. Two hours previous were generally devoted by him to religious exercises, the Bible, and the Imitation of Christ, by Thomas A Kempis, being his early morning companions..

He used reverently to refer to God as his Commander-in-Chief, from whom he obtained directions for each day's duty; as the Commissariat from which his supplies were every morning drawn. He frequently said, "I never go without my supplies. Spiritual food is as indispensable to my healthy condition. as natural food for the body."

His conversations were never carried on in a listless, half abstracted manner, but always earnestly and seriously. The subjects of his conversation were chosen generally by himself, and had

* Merchants, Elizabeth-street, Melbourne.

reference to matters which he had made special study of. He very seldom referred to his military exploits, unless to illustrate some subject of conversation. For instance, on one occasion, when speaking of the Chinese as a people of undoubted courage, who made splendid soldiers when they had confidence in their officers, he said, referring to the Tai-ping war, "I had very little to complain of; the Chinese fought splendidly under me, considering that oftentimes they were a mere rabble, armed with knives, spears, or anything they could get. Only on one occasion had I necessity to frighten the General who was entrusted with a rather hazardous undertaking in an assault upon a certain citadel. His heart did not seem to be in the cause for which he was fighting, and his men were showing the same spirit of cowardice. I sent word to the General that I would cut off his head at eight the following morning. He came to me for an explanation. I took his arm through my own and led him along the line of fire, the bullets falling thickly about us. It cured him of his fear; he afterwards fought desperately, and achieved his object by routing the rebels."

General Gordon's friendship was something more than is usually understood by the term. He was greatly attached to some of the Chinese generals, and called them his particular friends.* It is recorded of him "that when he heard of General Ching's death he shed tears, and when a portrait of Ching was brought to him he would not look at it." Not only did he become strongly attached to those who were favoured with his friendship, but he had a strange power of winning one's affection for himself. No sooner did we anchor at Malta than our steamer was surrounded by boats, filled with

officers of the garrison, who had come to show their love and esteem for their friend Gordon, and to bear him off, if possible, to spend a few days with them. The same thing was repeated, but with more success, at Gibraltar, where he met fellow-officers who had been with him in the trenches before Sebastopol, and to whom he was greatly attached.

Then we were destined to part; and what was joy and delight to old comrades was sorrow to us. After a parting gift, and many expressed wishes to see each other's faces again, and renew our friendships somewhere at some future time, we said good-bye. But it was our last adieu, for our meeting again on earth can never be. J. W.

[The writer of the above article has supplied us with the following notes as to General Gordon's personal appearance, etc., which we have no doubt will be appreciated by our readers.]

General Gordon's face was somewhat round; the forehead wide and prominent; hair short, curly, and grey; his height about 5 ft. 7 in.; carriage erect and dignified; dress very plain (loose grey sack or blue serge); wore no jewellery of any kind; his eye, soft, liquid, bluish-grey, giving a sweet slightly melancholy expression to his face. There was nothing to indicate the lion-hearted courage, the unyielding, uncompromising soul, that rested, apparently, so peacefully within. His voice was so soft and sweet that it required one to listen closely in order to hear him fully. He seemed perfectly unconscious of ever having done anything worthy of the notice or attention of anybody. Nothing was more objectionable to him than for persons to refer to his remarkable career.

*The Story of Chinese Gordon, page 183-185.


He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.





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"Geraldine doesn't think so then," said Florry.

"Did Geraldine ever think any man was in love with any one but herself? I believe in the days of Courtnay and Grindrodd, she thought the schoolmaster was really in love with herself, and married old Courtnay because it was out of the question waiting for her. The way she used to prink and flirt before him! And does to this hour, when she gets the chance. Vain minx! I can't see what Sally gets to admire in her! She's pretty enough, but she's no more brains than a tea-kettle, and her jealousy beats everything. Don't tell me," said Tottie, turning from her glass to rummage in a very untidy drawer for a pair of gloves. "Don't tell me Will Clifford doesn't see through all the airs and graces she puts on for his benefit when she comes over here. I caught him laughing quietly behind his book, the other day in the schoolroom, and I shall take the trouble to let her know that he was laughing at her, too. She ought to be shamed out of that disgusting habit of rolling her eyes about. She made me blush whenever I looked at her this morning."

"What's the matter with Will, I wonder? He was so stupid all lunch time. Didn't you notice it ?" said Florry.

"Yes, he's worrying over Sally, I suppose. Why doesn't he go straight at it, and propose like a man? There's nothing in the world so vexatious as lovers before they're properly engaged. They fight shy of each other one day, and the next they can't see enough of one another. You never can depend upon them to do anything rational, like sensible people. And here's this village gossip crops up in the middle of it all, and there's no saying what effect it'll have upon Sally. Most likely if Will asked her she'd say 'No,' through some foolish notion getting into her head. It would be just like her to disappoint us all. To tell you the truth, I don't quite understand her. She doesn't give Will the slightest encouragement. Not that I want her to go throwing herself at his head; but there are little ways of doing things-oh! you know what I mean. But she's quite indifferent. I'd like to shake her sometimes! And yet I'm sure she's very fond of Will, and knows as well as we do that he wants to marry her."

"Well," said Florry, buttoning her boots slowly, "I don't think she knows. Indeed, I feel certain she doesn't, from what she said to me one day."

"And what did she say to you, may I ask?" said Tottie, sitting down opposite Florry to stretch a pair of new gloves; the last pair, which had been on twice, were hopelessly lost.

"I think it was the day after we came home. We were talking about the boys, and wondering what they would do now, and Sally said she thought it likely Will would go abroad again after Lena's wedding. She was sure he had fallen in love with some foreign girl."

"Oh gracious!" said Tottie, commencing to laugh. "Sally beats every one I ever knew for getting extraordinary ideas into her head. Where did she get hold of this one, I wonder?"

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