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wee should, and thou alone both wiselie doost know, and effectually canst grant, not onelie what we do desire, but a great deale more then we can thinke vpon, our praier shal be vnto thee our God, that according to thy promise, thou wilt poure vpon vs the Spirit of grace, and praier, which maie with vnspeakeable groaninges make intercessió for vs, that not with lips onely, our hearts being far from thee, but with minde and mouth togither, we may vnfeinedlie, as becometh true worshippers in Spirit and truth, with a burning affection of the hart cal vpon thee, which art the true and eternal God, and offer the gratefull sacrifice of thankesgiuing.

'Prepare thou our minds to praier, make them zealous, least otherwise we bee like suche as praiyng tempt God. Therefore in our praiers, let vs not dissemble like Hypocrites, neither boast of our wel dooing like Phariseis, to bee seene of men, but onely set foorth thy glorie, and aduance thine holie name.

Turne our heartes from beholding either images or strange Goddes, or else dead Saints, but let vs worship and onlie serue thee in our praiers, which art our lord God, creator of al things, searcher of the heart, and riche towards al that cal vpon thee.

'Instruct our mindes, that wee desire not foolishlie vaine and transitorie things. But let vs alwaie craue corporall things, according to thy will, with this condition, if they bring none hurt vnto our soules: and euermore prefer celestiall things, which are to be asked without al exceptien, before worldlye that our ioye may bee perfecte in the heauens.

'Grant therefore, almightie Father, that wee may certeinlie perswade ourselues, that whatsoeuer wee shal aske at thine hands through faith, we shall obteine the same, and let vs neuer doubt of thy fatherlie affection towards vs, or bring thy willingnes to grant our petitions| into question, but through a liuelye faith, and firme confidence, let vs constantlie beleeue, that our praiers shall effectuallie be heard through and for thy Christes sake, in whom al thy promises are, yea, and are in him, amen.

Furthermore, if at any time our praiers be not granted speedilye according to our wish, giue vs a strong faith, that we faint not, but

may through patience expect thine aid, knowing that comming it will come, and thy truthe wil not linger.

'Gouerne therefore our harts by thine holy spirit, that we appoint not a time, maner, or limits of helping vs, but may in al thinges submit our selues to thy most heauenly pleasure, and commend our praiers vnto thee in hope and silence, for thou wilte not misse an houre, but wilte come at a time conuenient.

'Likewise illustrate our mindes with thy light, that wee caste not foorth our praiers trustinge in our owne righteousnesse, but in thy manifold mercies, through Christ, by whome wee haue boldnesse by faith, to approch vnto thy throne, and to call thee, Abba father.

'Gouerne our harts and mindes, that in praying wee neyther presume nor trust vpon our own worthinesse, and so through pride contemne others: but let vs humblie and louinglie like brethren pray one for another, that wee al may be saued.

"Take away from vs al babling and superfluitie of words, that we be not as Ethnikes, which for their long speech, think to be heard.

'Assist vs also, that the sight and remembrance of our owne vnwoorthines doo not terrifie vs from praier, and that wee be not let by other causes, from earnest crying vnto thee night and day, that the wil of thy seruants, and reuenge of thine elect may be fulfilled.

'Now therefore, heauenly father, and eternal God, giue grace, that in all places we may pray, lifting vp pure hands without wrath or doubting, and saie, Forgiue vs our trespasses, and with deepe sighings, and sure confidence continually persist in making supplications, praiers, intercessions, and giuing of thankes for all men, that according to thy promise, we may recciue as well temporall as heauenlie benefites. For this is the confidence which wee haue in thee, that whatsoeuer we shall aske according to thy will, thou wilt grant vnto vs.

And hearing all our petitions, wee doubt not, but that our requests which at this time wee haue made vnto thee by Christ our Lord; shall in like maner be granted: whoe liueth and raigneth with thee in the vnitie of the holie spirite, a God now and for euermore, Amen.'

Rockweeds.

O bleak these shores, wind-swept, and all the year
Washed by the wild Atlantic's restless tide,

You would not dream that flowers the woods hold dear
Amid such desolation dare abide.

Yet when the bitter winter breaks, some day,

With soft winds fluttering her garment's hem,
Up from the sweet South comes the lingering May;
Sets the first wind-flower trembling on its stem;

Scatters her violets with lavish hands,

White, blue and amber; calls the columbine Till, like clear flame in lonely nooks, gay bands, Swinging their scarlet bells, obey the sign;

Makes buttercups and dandelions blaze,

And throws in glimmering patches here and there
The little eyebright's pearls, and gently lays
The impress of her beauty everywhere.

Later, June bids the sweet wild-rose to blow,
Wakes from its dreams the drowsy pimpernel;
Unfolds the bindweed's ivory buds, that glow
As delicately blushing as a shell.

The purple Iris smiles, and hour by hour
The fair procession multiplies; and soon,
In clusters creamy white, the elder-flower
Waves its broad disc against the rising moon.

O'er quiet beaches shelving to the sea
Tall mulleins sway, and thistles; all day long
Comes in the wooing water dreamily,

With subtle music in its slumberous song.

Herb-Robert hears, and princess feather bright,
While gold-thread clasps the little skull cap blue;
And troops of swallows, gathering for their flight,
O'er golden-rod and asters hold review.

The barren island dreams in flowers, while blow
The south winds, drawing haze o'er sea and land;
Yet the great heart of ocean, throbbing slow,
Makes the frail blossoms vibrate where they stand,

And hints of heavier pulses soon to shake

Its mighty breast when summer is no more,
When devastating waves sweep on and break,
And clasp with girdle white the iron shore.

Close-folded, safe within the sheltering seed,
Blossom, and bell, and leafy beauty hide;
Nor icy blast nor bitter spray they heed,

But patiently their wondrous change abide.

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M

Ethel Linton.

BY E. A. W.,

AUTHOR OF 'NEWLYN HOUSE, THE HOME OF THE DAVENPORTS,' ETC.

CHAPTER VI.

EDWARD FEVERSHAM.

RS LATIMER was sitting in the drawing-room one morning writing a letter to her sister, and her thoughts had travelled on with her words to her whom she was addressing. Love for Mrs Linton had not diminished by absence, and she was deeply grieved for the family feud which had caused their separation: more especially as though she forbore to make direct inquiries of Ethel concerning home doings-she had gathered enough to tell her that her beloved sister's had been a life of care and suffering. Mrs Latimer's pen paused in its rapid flight across the page, and she leaned her head on her hand, while a look of painful sorrow passed over her face. It was not for herself but for her sister, who, she greatly feared, had not learnt to recognise the hand of a loving Father in her trials; but the look passed away as an earnest petition arose that Ethel might be a comfort and a blessing to her precious mother.

But Mrs Latimer's thoughts were broken in upon by the sound of a quick ringing step in the hall; and the next moment the drawingroom door opened to admit a youth of some seventeen years. Mrs Latimer rose in surprise.

'Why, Edward, where have you sprung from? I understood your papa to say, that you were not coming to Feversham this Easter, but were to join them in London?'

'Very likely you might, auntie,' replied the boy carelessly, as he threw back the clustering curls that shaded his handsome face, 'I believe my father did say so; but you know he and I don't always agree; and I preferred coming here. Will you not say you are glad to see me, auntie?' and he bent down his face with a roguish smile, to be kissed.

'I do not know that I shall, you naughty boy,' replied Mrs Latimer; but she kissed him fondly nevertheless.

'I hate London at all times, especially now in the beautiful spring; besides, I wanted to see little Annie and Flora. But the truth of the matter was, auntie, that I wished to make the acquaintance of my cousin Ethel; so, holidays beginning yesterday, I ran down from Eton; and here I am, ready for the scolding I know you have in store for me.'

I suspect it was chiefly on that account that your papa did not wish you to come down here, Edward; and indeed, my boy, you ought not to have done so, though you know how gladly we welcome you among us. But I

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'Dear Aunt Ethel,' replied the boy earnestly, 'I do think this is a case in which I ought to act contrary to them. You, yourself, have always taught me to be kind and considerate towards every one; and I wanted my cousin Ethel to feel that we do not all slight and neglect her. It is a shame, a great shame,' he continued, pacing up and down excitedly, that my father and grandmother will persist in keeping up their anger against my aunt; and I don't see why I should be expected to do the same.'

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'My dear Edward,' said Mrs Latimer, laying her hand on his arm, this is not a subject for you to discuss; and I shall indeed think you deserve scolding if you indulge in such wrong feelings. I am very sorry you have come to Feversham; but since you are here, I would have you treat Ethel in all respects as you do Rosalie, and forget how others regard her.'

'Dear loving auntie, I will try to make her as happy as ever I can. And, auntie, you must not think all your good counsel is lost upon me, though I am so wild and careless. My father and I don't agree on many points, and you know he lets me take my own way in most things.'

Mrs Latimer pushed back the curls from the open brow that was bent down towards her, and kissed him fondly two or three times.

'By-the-by, auntie, where are my cousins? are they consigned to Miss Clayton's tender mercies?'

No, they are both gone down to the school; perhaps you would like to join them there.'

Mrs Latimer gazed after him with a loving look, as he sprang away down the garden path, for Edward Feversham was almost as dear to her as her own child.

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'Oh, this family quarrel,' she murmured to herself; how can we teach our children to love one another when they have such an example set them by their elders!'

The young heir of Feversham had none of the pride and haughtiness that belonged to his father. His was a free, open, warm-hearted nature; full of faults, yet always ready to acknowledge them. Almost from his birth the wild and somewhat reckless Edward had clung to his Aunt Ethel; and it was to her he owed -as he always said-whatever of good there was in him.

The young squire' was a favourite in Feversham; and as he passed along the village street, both young and old looked out to give him a pleasing welcome, and his smile and word were bestowed on all alike. The two girls were just coming out of the schoolroom when he reached it. 'Why, I do believe that is cousin Edward!'

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exclaimed Rosalie, in astonishment. Why, Edward, we never expected to see you here this Easter!'

'Here I am, at all events, Alie.' 'Yes, I see; and very glad I am.' Edward's greeting of Ethel was a very cordial one; and though at first Ethel was disposed to be distant and reserved, his pleasant manner soon dispelled that, and they bid fair to be very good friends.

And you will stay a whole fortnight, Edward,' Rosalie said, 'I am so glad, for then you will be here on my birth-day.'

And what is your birth-day to be celebrated by this year, Rosie?'

Oh, I don't tell that until papa asks,' was the reply.

'Nevertheless I have no doubt your plans are all laid in that wise little head of yours.'

'Perhaps they are, and perhaps they are not; but if you want to find out what they are, you won't succeed just at present, Master Edward,' laughed Rosalie.

I am sure,' said Ethel, whatever Alie chooses for her birth-day treat will be something to give others pleasure as well as herself.'

So you have found out our Rose's unselfishness, Ethel,' said Edward.

'Yes,' replied Ethel, with a sigh; she is a rose without thorns.'

'Oh, no,' exclaimed Rosalie, 'there are plenty of prickles, only they are under the surface, and don't always show themselves.'

'Not very sharp ones, Alie,' said Edward; at least they never prick me; and you and I have known each other long enough to find out all our thorns, I think.'

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'No, papa; it would never do to have two years alike. I should like, if you and mamma are willing, to invite all the children I know to come here.'

"Two of them are in London, and cannot come, Alie,' put in Edward.

'Be quiet, Edward, and let me explain to papa what I mean. I want every child in the village to come, papa, that is big enough, and to have some good games of play.'

'But, Alie,' said Mrs Latimer, 'the children always have their school treat in the summer, you know.'

Yes, mamma; but this not a school treat; this is my birth-day party, and I don't mean the school children only; I want every bodythe Hargraves, and the Seymours, and the Ayrtouns, and the rest, besides the poor children.' 'Indeed, Alie; so you want to mix high and low together.'

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'Yes, papa; I think every one would enjoy more.'

'I am not so sure of that, and I doubt if our wealthy neighbours will be willing for their young ones to come. However, you may try it; only when you send your invitations, you must state plainly what kind of a gathering it is to be.'

'Thank you, papa; I am sure it will be a pleasant one.'

'I am afraid you are getting very plebian in your notions, Miss Latimer: What will grandmamma say when she knows?'

Rosalie laughed gaily, while Ethel hastily exclaimed, Surely grandmamma is not to spoil Rosalie's birth-day! she would make every one miserable if she could!'

Edward was a decided acquisition to the 'What do you know of grandmamma? you Rectory party; for though he professed to be have not seen her, Ethel,' said Mr Latimer, laystaying at the Hall, he was seldom there excepting his hand on her shoulder. to sleep almost the whole of every day was spent with his cousins. Lessons were laid aside, except such voluntary ones as Ethel chose to continue; and very pleasant were the rambles the three cousins took together in the bright sunshine of early April, which this year belied its character, and was dry as well as warm.

Ethel coloured; it was the first time she had alluded to Mrs Feversham in her uncle's presence: but she replied with a vehemence that startled herself as well as all present, ‘Seen her! no, Uncle Latimer! and I hope I never shall!' Mr Latimer's only answer was, ‘Hush, my child.'

but Ethel took no part in the discussion.

The girls' half hour with Mr Latimer in the study was continued as usual; nothing was allowed to interfere with that: and Edward had to put up with his aunt's society for that period. This morning, when the Scripture lesson was ended, and Ethel was following Rosalie from the room, Mr Latimer put his hand on her arm to detain her.

Ethel's manner towards Edward varied with Nothing more was said then, and the conher varying moods; sometimes it was as plea-versation turned again upon Rosalie's birth-day, sant and as easy as possible, and she seemed to be growing quite fond of him, and then it would suddenly change, and she would scarcely speak to him even when addressed. Edward strove in vain to understand her, and he and Rosalie often wondered what could make her so changeable. So long as Ethel could think of Edward as belonging only to her aunt and Rosalie, she liked him and enjoyed his society; but when anything reminded her that he too was a Feversham, and one of those who had neglected her mother, then all her bitter feelings were roused, and she cared not how she showed them. 'Well, Alie,' said Mr Latimer at breakfast, a morning or two after Edward's appearance amongst them, what do you want to do on your birth-day this year? We are likely to have glorious weather; is it to be another trip to Wellwick?'

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'Stay a moment, Ethel, I want you a little longer.'

She turned, without a word.

How are you getting on with your studies, my child?'

Ethel looked up. She had not expected it was for that her uncle had bid her remain; but she answered readily,

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Very well, I hope, uncle. I have nearly finished the history of Scotland; and yesterday

I begun Mrs Marcet's conversations, which you said I might read.'

'Oh, yes, you may read that; and Miss Clayton will talk it over with you if you ask her. I am glad to see you so eager after acquiring knowledge, Ethel. But, my child, do not forget there is a far higher knowledge than mere human learning. I am afraid you have been forgetting that lately, Ethel: you have not been striving to practice that love which "beareth all things endureth all things."' 'What do you mean, uncle?'

'I mean what you said this morning of your grandmamma.'

'Oh, grandmamma; I have no love for her, certainly.'

'And yet you do not know her, Ethel. You form your opinion from one act of hers, of which you are by no means a proper judge. I do know Mrs Feversham; and, save in that one instance, which we all regret, I honour and respect her. And we are none of us so free from faults that we should be harsh upon those of others. Will you not try to overcome these wrong feelings, Ethel? indeed, they must not be indulged in: ask for God's Holy Spirit to help you to strive against them.'

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But, uncle, you know I too have the Feversham temper; and until grandmamma forgives, I cannot; and I am sure papa would not wish it.'

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'Indeed I hope you are mistaken there, Ethel,' replied Mr Latimer, gravely. And the Feversham temper, as you call it, is not one to boast of rather seek for grace to subdue all revengeful and unforgiving passions to "the meekness and gentleness that was in Christ." Will you try, my child, earnestly and prayerfully?

I will try, uncle,' replied Ethel, with a sigh, but it seems to me I shall never succeed. I sometimes wish I were like sweet loving Rosalie-never vexed with any one-but it is not my nature.'

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Nay, Ethel; I would have you aim at a far higher standard than Rosalie. Jesus Christ would have us in all things like unto Himself; and the more love reigns in our hearts the nearer we approach to His likeness. I long to see you a meek and humble follower of the lowly Jesus. Pray earnestly, Ethel, for grace to overcome your faults, and then you will not try in vain.'

'I will try,' repeated Ethel, impressed by her uncle's solemn manner.

And for a few days she really did try. Whenever the thought of Mrs Feversham intruded itself she turned resolutely away from it, until she began to think that she had really forgiven; when there came a letter from her mother, breathing such wild earnest longing for pardon, that all Ethel's revengeful feelings were roused again; and if she sought to repress all outward manifestation of them, they were all the more deep for being hidden.

The preparations for Rosalie's birth-day party were progressing as favourably as she could wish. All her invitations were accepted,

and her young friends entered with zest into the spirit of the arrangements. Sundry expeditions had to be made to the neighbouring town for the purchase of toys and books, that each of the poorer children might have some little gift as a remembrance of the occasion; and the cook had orders to have an unlimited supply of provisions ready by the day.

Ethel did not take much interest in the proceedings. All the time that she could spare from her books was spent in preparing a birthday present for her cousin. Miss Clayton had taught her the art of illumination; and Ethel liked it much, and had shown a taste for it. Unknown to Rosalie she was doing a text for her, which she hoped to have finished by the important Thursday.

It was not until Edward had been some three or four days at Feversham that he thought fit to write and inform his father what had become of him. The answer came by return of post containing a peremptory order for him to join them in London immediately. Edward handed it to his aunt when he entered the breakfast-room at the Rectory.

'There, auntie, what do you say to that?' Mrs Latimer read the letter through, and returned it to him with the reply, 'You must go, Edward; sorry as we shall be to lose you.' 'Go!' exclaimed Rosalie, 'go where?' "To London, forthwith.'

That you shall not do; I shall not allow it, and you may tell my uncle so.'

'You may rest easy, Alie; I have no intention of going before your birth-day.'

What is it, Edward?' asked Mr Latimer, looking up from his newspaper; your father wants you to leave us? is that it?'

Edward gave him the letter.

'Well, my boy, there is nothing for it but you must go."

'Yes, uncle, I will go on Friday, and this is Tuesday; that will do very well. I don't see why I should disappoint you all, and myself too, just because my father chooses to summon me away.'

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Nay, Edward, the thing is plain; your father says, Come immediately, and you have nothing to do but to obey.'

Edward did not reply; and Mr Latimer rose, considering the matter as settled; but the girls were not so sure about it, as they followed him to the study.

'You do not really mean to disobey your father, Edward?' said Mrs Latimer, when they were left alone.

'You must not think me very bad if I say that I do, Aunt Ethel,' replied the boy, laying his hand on her shoulder, and looking down at her as he stood beside her, with the winning playful smile which always disarmed all anger at his faults.

'Oh, Edward, Edward, you are indeed a sad fellow! Indeed you are acting very wrongly; you ought not to have come here at all; and now the only thing you can do is to leave us as soon as possible.'

And so you want to get rid of me,

auntie?

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