cat, not long emerged from kittenhood, curled itself by her side. On her

moved so gently, or Lily was so absorbed in the book, that the latter was not aware of her presen

o be at your French verbs. What will your guardian s

ron's neck, and kissed her fondly. "There! is that wasting time? I love you so, aunty. In a day like this I think I love everybody and everything!" As she said this, she dre

had arrested her favourite, and was now at play with it, shaking off her straw hat, and drawing the ribbon attached to it tantalizingly along the smooth grass. Her rich hair, thus released and dishevelled by the exerc

nstinctively she smoothed back her loosened tresses, replaced the straw

earer of this note from Mrs. Braefield." While

show me the pictu

was a long

ect a lady's pro

hat question, and hesit

k I ever broke a promise yet, but I shall

y s

that hurt me." Lily lifted up her head with a bewitc

Cameron; "she asks us to dine the day aft

ould rather stay at home. May I have little Clemmy to play with? She will br

shall have your playmate,

ield will be so disappointed. And if you don't go, whom shall I

are g

tain

to me? I am afraid of Mr.

him, and will not ut

, I wi

che, who, taking her kisses resignedly, s

nly that luncheon was not such as might have pleased Kenelm Chillingly in the early days of the Temperance Hotel. But somehow or other of late he had lost appetite; and on this occasion a very modest share of a very

ellis paper, the trellis gay with roses and woodbine, and birds and butterflies; draperies of muslin, festooned with dainty tassels and ribbons; a dwarf bookcase, that seemed well stored, at least as to bindings; a dainty little writing-table in French /marqueterie/, looking too fresh and spotless to have known hard service. The casement was open, and in keeping with the tre

ed it. Div

g; I was but tal

t upon it!" and Fairy petulantly s

,-Cromwell Lodge,-and seeing your house as I passed, I divined that your room was in this pa

l quarrel with you, as I did with Lion wh

is

I was a little child. It was on seeing in one of his

an antique Greek gem. It is not the lion that plays with the child, it is

rehension. She paused before she answered,

ake friends with any one else: I love Blanche. Ah

aside from a small painting in a dainty velvet framework, and poi

or a group, or anything but what he did see:

had evidently ceased from playing with the cotton reel that lay between her paws, and w

; don't you see a sudden surprise,-half joy, half fear? She ceases to play with the reel. Her intellect-or, as Mr. Braefield would say, 'her instinct'-is for the first time aroused. From that

picture; but it seems to me very simply painted, and was,

with it-he was so good-he put it on canvas, and let me sit by him while he painted it. Then he too

n in May-with

he flowers are bor

, and cling to it. Surely, as a

nk that, though born in May, I was born in sunlight. I feel more like my own

hanged: its infantine mirthfulness was gone; a grave, thoughtful, eve

and there was silence for some moments betw

we show to the world in common (that may be merely a mask), but the self that we ordinarily accept even when in solitude as our own, an inner innermost self,

ertainly would not have understood him. But to such men he never would have thus spoken. He had a vague h

arm, and looking up towards his bended face with star

, so much higher,-higher,-immeasurably higher than one's everyday self? It does not tame the butterflies; it longs to

y mu

books about it th

of those insoluble questions that rest between the infant and his Maker. Mind and soul a

most cherished hobbies, the distinction between psychology and metaphysics, soul and mind scientifica

sed me at once, and now that Miss Mordaunt has interpre

n her destructive instinct, and be taught to believe that it is wrong to kill birds for mere sport. For food she need not kill them, seeing that Lily ta

ected it or not," said Lily, positivel

uthful?" as

of any little child, would you only speak of such naughty impulses as all c

cat-a tiger, for instance, or a conquering hero-may be taught to live on the kind

, at Moleswich fair, with a cat not half so nice as Blanche allowing a mouse to bite h

y, at Kenelm, then added, in slow, deep-drawn

ted Mrs. Cameron, perpl

rer to Kenelm

nnermost self o

us-genius at once poet and thinker-ever can be so taken. The sun shines on a dunghill. But the sun has no predilection for a dunghill. It only comprehends a dunghill as it does a rose. Still Kenelm had always regarded that loose ray from Goethe's prodigal orb with an abhorrence most unphilosophical for a philosopher so young as generally to take upon oath any words of so great a master. Kenelm thought that the root of all private benevolence, of all enlightened advance in social reform, lay in the adverse theorem,-that in every man's nature there lies a something that, could we get at it, cleanse it,

is lodging, he found on the opposite bank, at the other end of the

and shaking his head gently, went his way into the house. There he seated himself silently by the window, and looked towards the

if that be so, how tenfold the good must be, if the man find the gentler and purer duplicate of his own being in that mysterious, undefinable union which Shakspeares and day-labourers equally agree to call love; which Newton never recognizes, and which Descartes (his only rival in the realms of thought at once severe and imaginative) reduces into links of early association, explaining that he l