My Lord The King;

fellow-passenger thats all I know about i * " " Well I know nothing Ul of him . I dare say he ' s good at heart ; and when he has sown his wild oats , he'll do , I dare say ; only he was decidedly fast at Oxford . Then the conversation dropped , and Mr .

Mauleverer grew very grave . " How is Miss Mauleverer , to-day , sir ?" said Harry , as they left the table . " Well , she is not so well , thank you . " Perhaps , when she is better , you will permit me to pay my devoirs ?" " Yes ; certainly" replied the other ,

, somewhat stiffly . Harry ' s sensitiveness would have prevented him ever intruding himself upon Mr . Mauleverer ever after that , and he half resolved not to ask again after Marian , when he was only likely to meet with rebuffs .

But , then , he loved her ; and so the next day , and the next , and the clay after ,, he stole up to the room to ask after Marian ; and every day a choice bouquet of flowers was brought in " for Mademoiselle , and Monsieur did not leave his name . " 1 don't think Mr . Mauleverer would

have let Harry Mennell come to see Marian , but in this one thing she was imperious , and would take no denial . " Why , I am sure , papa , " she said * one clay , " I shall begin to think you fancy I am in love with' Mr . Mennell , if you don't let him come . "

Then . Mr . Mauleverer let him come : but determined not to leave them alone together again . The meeting was very pleasant , nevertheless , to those two . Her sweet eyes looked their thanks ; and when she murmured , in her low , musical voice , her

gratihid to him for saving her life , he felt he would have braved ten thousand deaths to win her for his own . She said quite bravely and aloud , so that her father might hear : " You must come and see me againMr . Mennell . "

, Mr . Mauleverer did not press his daughter ' s invitation ; but Harry , bending clown , whispered : — " 1 will come again , to-morrow . " When he sot back to his hotel that o evening a telegram was handed to him : it

, ran thus : — " From Rev . M . Chaplin , to H . Mennell ¦ ^ s ?>) Antwerp . —Tour mother is dying ; wme home at once . "

My Lord The King;

The Gipsy King was , luckily , going that night ; so , without a moment ' s delay , he posted off to the steamboat , and having packed up his things , was soon on board ; not , however , before he had written a note to Marian , explaining everything , and

giving his address in England . As he strode on board and saluted the captain , one of the men came up to the latter , and said . " I took your message , sir , to Mr . Mauleverer , and he said he was sorry to say as

how the young lady had had a relapse . " When Captain Wrightson came down into the cabin , he found Harry with his head upon his hands , weeping as if Ms heart would break . " Cheer up , old fellow ; cheer up , " said the captain ; " it will be all right yet !"

Sonnet.

SONNET .

BY BRO . REV . M . GORDON . { For the "Masonic Magazine . " ) LONG waiting for the morn ' s delaying gleam , All niht in fev ' rish tossingsfruitless

g , spent , ¦ At length , I trace Creation ' s first intent In ev ' ry day ' s great corresponding scheme . First , God says— "Be there light , " though faint its beam ,

'Ere yet one risen smile the sun hath lent ; Second , Heav ' n's ray unfolds the firmament ; Third , land , sea become visible- —wood and stream ; Fourth , moon , stars fade before th' uprisen sun ;

Fifth , birds their chirp renew—fish seek their bait ; Sixth , beasts , ev ' n reptiles , shake off sleep anon ; Last , man doth rise ; and so I rise more late .

Seventh , there is rest ; for the whole work is done . So God , each morn , a new world doth create .