'Really,' said Lancelot, 'I was only laughing at our making such very short work of such a long and serious story.

The great tithes, they say, are worth better than twelve hundred; but Squire Lavington has them.' 'Oh, I see!' said Lancelot.

Lancelot sat and tried to catch perch, but Tregarva's words haunted him.

The artist walked timidly out along the beams, and sat down beside Lancelot, who shook him warmly by the hand.

Those Papists have forgotten what woman was made for, and therefore, they have forgotten that a woman's hair is her glory, for it was given to her for a covering: as says your friend, Paul the Hebrew, who, by the bye, had as fine theories of art as he had of society, if he had only lived fifteen hundred years later, and had a chance of working them out.' 'How remarkably orthodox you are!' said Lancelot, smiling.

"' 'As poor Shelley has it; and much peace of mind it gave him!' answered Lancelot.

grumbled Lancelot.

But Lancelot was not to escape.

'My temple as yet,' said Lancelot, 'is only the heaven and the earth; my church-music I can hear all day long, whenever I have the sense to be silent, and "hear my mother sing;" my priests and preachers are every bird and bee, every flower and cloud.

But, happily, the colonel interposed, 'Look here; tell me if you know for whom this sketch is meant?' 'Tregarva, the keeper: who can doubt?' answered they both at once. 'Has not Mellot succeeded perfectly?' 'Yes,' said Lancelot.

She had called him Lancelot!

Heave me a piece of wood, Lancelot, my boy!'

Do you think, sir, all those creatures were in the Garden of Eden?' 'You are getting too deep for me,' said Lancelot.

'So much the better, say,' answered Lancelot warmly.

Lancelot sat down by the keeper's bed.

'What a gallant gentleman that is, and a valiant man of war, I'll warrant,and to have seen all the wonders he has, and yet to be wasting his span of life like that!' Lancelot's heart smote him.

' Lancelot started, and blushed crimson.

Lancelot saw it, but said nothing; and shaking him heartily by the hand, had his shake returned by an iron grasp, and slipped silently out of the cottage.

'I have tried them both, Lancelot, and found them wanting; and now but one road remains. . . .

And Lancelot did consider that letter, and answered it as follows: 'It is a relief to me at least, dear Luke, that you are going to Rome in search of a great idea, and not merely from selfish superstitious terror (as I should call it) about the "salvation of your soul."

Lord Minchampstead was one of the few noblemen Lancelot had ever met who had aroused in him a thorough feeling of respect.

But Lancelot had not as yet 'Galliolised,' as the Irish schoolmaster used to call it, and cared very little to play a political ninth fiddle.

When did you know a woman leave the Church for one of us poor laymen?' 'Good heavens!' said Lancelot, impatiently, 'why will they make such fools of themselves with clergymen?' 'They are quite right.

And Lord Vieuxbois turned away, and, alas for Lancelot!

' 'I have not heard,' said Lancelot, 'that the young womenLADIES, I ought to say, if the word mean anythingwho wrote the "Lowell Offering," spun less or worse cotton than their neighbours.'