Such heavenly charms, so gentle, yet so gay, That all their former follies fly away: Honour springs up, where'er their looks impart A moment's sunshine to the hardened heart; A virtue, just before the rover's jest, Grows like a mushroom in his melting breast.

"Excuse me," he mumbled, "but did any of you gents lose this case?" "Why, it must be Rover's case!" cried Flockley.

"Yes, it's Rover's," he added, seeing the initials and the address.

"I kept a few things out of the bagsome things that had Tom Rover's name or his initials on them.

"By using something I got out of Rover's dress-suit case.

A light began to break in on the fun-loving Rover's mind.

At Oak Run, their railroad station, they found Jack Ness, the Rover's hired man, awaiting them with the big sleigh.

"Have you anything to add to Rover's story?" "Nothing, sir, excepting that it is absolutely true, Doctor Wellington.

" It was a pretty sight to see these children put their fat, little arms round Rover's neck, and hug him over and over again, and kiss his rough face with their rosy mouths, and let their sunny curls lie among his shaggy locks.

Mrs. Haywood admires at some length the Rover's intention of "laying a Foundation for a Fabrick, whose spacious Circumference shall at once display the beautiful Images of Virtue in in all her proper Shapes, and the Deformities of Vice in its various Appearances....

He suddenly remembered that it was Jot who had set "Rover's broken leg and nursed the little sick calf that father set such store by.

He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess; But the rover's mirth was wickedness.

But the fascinations of a rover's life were too much for him.

The temper of the Rover's mind answered to the changing expression of the music; and, when the strains were sweetest and most touching, he even bowed his head like one who wept.

He witnessed the short, severe struggle of regret that softened the rigid muscles of the Rover's countenance, and then he saw the instant, cold, and calm composure which settled on every one of its disciplined lineaments.

"Down with the Rover's ensign and up with the colours of the prevot-marshal!

" "Spoken with a rover's discretion!