The Worshipful Master.

It was a very pretty , sad air , and the last line in each verse was repeated like a mournful cry . When she ended the last line of all she raised her voice in a sort of beseeching way which was very touching . Lord Esme stood at the door of the cabin , himself unperceived by Asellya , whose back was turned to him , and something very like a tear trembled in his eyes as she concluded . She had a lovely voice , soft and sympathetic to a degree , and she had been

very well taught . There was a silence when she finished more eloquent than words , for the melody was strangely beautiful and melancholy , and it touched every heart—for were they not on the sea , and did they not all know its infinite sadness ? The regatta was over , and the whole party came ashore , Mr . Pentreath having invited them cordially up to Klymiarven to tea and supper , ostensibly to see the fireworks .

CHAPTER V . LOEDS AND LADIES . KLYMIARVEN , which is Cornish for "the dove-cote" stands just over the Castle

, Cove , above one hundred feet above the sea and near the entrance of the harbour . The situation is most romantic . The cliff rises abruptly at the back of the house to the height of abont sixty feet , and the hill slopes gradually behind it to another hundred feet or more , tho summit being crowned by an old beacon tower mentioned in deeds of the twelfth century . It stands , in fact , in a kind of cleft in the rockand the sea roars belowwith a whitechurning foamwhen

, , , , the wind is from the south-west , in the Castle Cove . The garden is small , but the view np and down the harbour , hemmed in as it is by great hills , is simply lovely . Mr . Pentreath had procured a quantity of Roman candles , rockets , serpents , and blue lights , and fire balloons , and the gentlemen amused themselves with letting them off as the evening closed in . The men-of-war also were

illuminated and fired a salute . Then they had a very merry supper , and afterwards some one proposed they should go into the lower garden , across the road , and down to the old ruined fort , which was built in the reign of Edward III . to guard the harbour , but which was dismantled at the time of the Commonwealth . It was bright moonli ght , and the party descended by some jagged steps

roughly made in the two or three lofty terraced garden plots which were on the side of the cliffs , gradually sloping down to the water ' s edge . It was very steep , and the ladies required each a cavalier at hand , for a single false step and they would have been precipitated into the sea . Diggory Wroath hovered about Asellya , but somehow Lord Esme seemed to be beforehand , and Dr . Penhaligon , who looked disappointed , paired off with Miss Pentreath .

Having descended a hundred feet , or more , they had to make their way along the edge of the cliff till they came to the Castle wall , there they had to stoop very low and get under a very low-arched doorway , and then they were within what was once the fort which guarded the port of St . Mervin . Dr . Penhaligon pointed out that it was ori ginall y four stories high , and showed the ancient staircasewhich boys sometimes clambered at the

im-, up , minent peril of their lives , and explored . " Now , Lord Esme , are you game to go up ? " said Diggory . " Why not ? Who ' s afraid ? " " That ' s what you said when yon were initiated , " said Diggory , sotto voce .