BY MRS. A. E. BARR. SHE sat under the mulberry trees gazing into the west, an old woman, with a look still and passionlesz, and large, calm eyes, telling a tale of sacrifice. "And are you happy now ?" I inquired. "I did not say happy,' child,—l said content." "Well, that is some

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THE exhibition of the Royal Marionettes is as well worth seeing as anything in London. How mechanical figures can be made and worked so completely to imitate life is wonderful. Indeed, so perfect is the illusion that at times one forgets the actors are not living beings. In the

_o_ 1.-OUT OF TILE FRYING-PAN. Conceit, selfishness, cool audacity, and a certain amount of calculating shrewdness, were the principal elements that had developed themselves in Mr. Augustus Pickering's character at the time we are about to introduce him. Said he to his roommate,

"A gentleman who got off from the train gave it to me." Augustus opened the note mechanically. A cheque for five pounds met his eye, which he grasped eagerly. It was accompanied with the following note: "FRIEND Gus: I send this note in haste by my friend Brown, who is just going

An, little glove! ah, little glove! How many hearts thou'st broken! How many times thou'st talked of love, When not a word was spoken! What faithless signals thou haat made! What cruel kindness granted! What buds of promise caused to fade! What seeds of sorrow planted! How stron