His mouth was sensitive but his chin was firm and his brown hair fell in soft waves over a broad, full brow.

Says Beltane, looking round about with knitted brow: "FidelisO Fidelis, methinks I know this placethese rocksthe pool yonderthere should be a road hereabout, the great road that leadeth to Mortain.

"Hello," he cried, his twinkling eyes under their shaggy brows lighting with pleasure as he looked at the girls.

When it was half done he stoppedthought profoundly with a furrow cutting deep into his square forehead between the straight brows.

As I sat on the verandah of the Hotel the other morning, gazing on the broad expanse of Ocean and wiping the perspiration which trickled from my lofty brow, (the thermometer marked 90 degrees,) I could not help recalling the beautifully appropriate lines of the celebrated bard: "When the sun's perpendicular rays Begin to illumine the Sea, The fishies exclaim in amaze 'Confound it!

" His pale brows flew up.

The dear face was paler than usual but there was no shadow upon the smooth brow.

Sir Stephen Orme and I haven't met forhow long ago is it, Orme?" Sir Stephen shook his head, and raised his thick, dark brows.

A pause came at last, however, and fans fluttered, heated brows were wiped, jokes were made, lovers exchanged confidences, and every nook and corner held a man and maid carrying on the sweet game which is never out of fashion.

As they swung out through the gate they met Mr. Heegan coming in, and he smiled at them from under his bushy brows.

" Then Edward looked upon the ground with bent brows, turning the matter over and over in his mind; but he was a shrewd man and one, withal, that made the best use of a cracked pipkin; so at last he looked up and said, but in no joyous tone, "If the wench will go her own gait, let her go.

He was maybe an inch taller than me, a handsome fellow, with a flushed, petulant face and an overweening pride in his arched brows.

" The old man's eyes had glared defiance at Palmer under their gray brows when he faced him, but his big bony hand kept fumbling nervously with his cravat.

" To this speech the other answered not a word, but he pushed the cowl back from his head and showed a knit brow, a hooked nose, and a pair of fierce, restless black eyes, which altogether made Robin think of a hawk as he looked on his face.

He groaned, and wiped the perspiration from his pallid brow.

I carried the glow of it with me over until next morning, and was therefore somewhat dashed to meet Captain Selover, with clouded brows and an uncertain manner.

" Her father put his hand under her chin, and, lifting her face towards his, looked long and earnestly at the pure brow, about which the brown hair clustered in natural curls, the clear-cut nose, the laughing lips parted over a row of pearls, and the wonderful deep gray eyes.

' Hartfield watched him intently, with thoughtful brow.

and from under his be-dabbled smock he drew forth a head, pale as to cheek and hair, whose wide eyes stared blindly as it dangled in his hairy hand; and now, staring up at this awful, sightless thingthat brow at whose frown a city had trembled, those pallid lips that had smiled, and smiling, doomed men and women to torment and deatha hush fell on Belsaye and no man spoke or stirred.

You hear the twang, you see the hero's knitted forehead, his eagerness; you tremble;at last you mark his calmer brow, his relaxing smile, and are satisfied that the son is saved!It is difficult to paint in words this extraordinary performance, which I have several times seen; but you feel that it is transcendent.

Perhaps you recollect the narrow escape the yacht had on the Meloria sands?" His eyes met mine, and I saw by his drawn face and narrow brows that my words were causing him the utmost consternation.

Yes, she had gone about her work of late with a heavy heart and a moody brow.

"So have I imaged Ulysses to myself," she thought as she gazed on the stranger's goodly form, full of vigour, though not without traces of age, the massive brow, the kindly mouth, the expression of far-seeing wisdom.

whom I now survey In roseate brightness of the new-born day, To thee my thankfulness I would convey, For self and crowd; Who from the glare and hum of hot Financial lives, Have sought repose upon thy wondrous crest, and Brought our wives I gaze upon thy placid brow, where storms do Reckless rage, Forgetful of the storms of life, and Mister BEACH's stage.

Within the infant's ample brow Blythe fancies lay unfurl'd, Which, all uncrush'd, may open now, To charm a sinless world.