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stepped inside and closed the menced, “ that this young man has window, muttering, “I like the proposed for our dear child ?” impetuosity of that youth ; he's not “Proposed? — certainly,” said such a prig as he seems."
Brough, looking up from the pages Then he walked over to the fire, of a “heathen writer,” which he and, drawing up to it a capacious had just taken from a shelf hard by. arm chair, established himself with “And do you intend giving in the pleasant warmth. The dogs your consent ?" she asked with came too, with damp paws and great earnestness. noses, and, blinking their eyes at “Why, yes; Lil seems inclined the heat, sat themselves on end to to marry him; he is a gentleman get warmed through. Gran looked and a scholar. So, why not?”. at them through her spectacles, “Ah, my son,” said the old lady, and, could they have been slain by “these are but trifling matters a glance, they would then and there beside the important concerns of have given up the ghost; but, con the soul. What is it that our dear fident in their master's company, child's future husband is gentlethey remained indifferent to her manly or learned, if he is without wrath.
principle, without religion, unThe two sat silent for some time. willing to guide her to the house Brough had no desire to commence of prayer, unable to raise her life conversation; he did not consider from the shallow and frivolous into his mother as a person open to any that of an earnest Christian soul rational discussion. She regarded striving for salvation ?” him as equally hopeless; but she Brough made no response. So, was swayed by an emotion which after a scrutinising look at him, he had not-a desire to influence she proceeded. events. Brough liked events to “You know, my son, how my take care of themselves. Lil's soul yearns over the child. I canmarriage was a greater loss to him not see her thus rush into a career than to anyone else; but if the of irreligion without making an child must fall in love, why, she effort to save her from it. It must. That was how he looked at grieves me to the heart to hear you it; and the man she loved could speak so lightly of a matter so not be altered or changed by action vital : a matter that concerns our or word of Brough's. So he took child's eternal welfare. What is the matter philosophically, and felt it that her partner should be a grateful that Charlie Newman was gentleman !--My prayer is not that a gentleman and capable of being he should have the outward seemin earnest.
ing of gentility, but that he should But Gran, if she had religion, be filled with the sanctity of relihad no philosophy. She felt that, gion. ... Now, this young man at all hazards, she must try and has openly avowed himself an alter the course of events. She infidel, and I cannot but speak, must save Lil's soul, if possible, although I know my words fall from being finally given over to idly on ears like yours. You are hell-fire by her connection with an without religion yourself—without avowed infidel. And so, after a the blessing of prayer—without the while, when it became evident that knowledge of God; how can I hope Lil and her lover had taken them- you will listen to me!” selves off, she made an attack upon Brough had risen from his chair, Brough.
and was standing on the hearthrug, “Is it really the fact," she com- his head high in the air. His
mother had still the power to rouse As they reached the shore Brough him. He did not relish this whole went down and lifted Lil out. sale accusation against that part of “It's getting late, baby," he said, his nature which he most deeply "and you are cold. What bright gloried in.
eyes you have, you little scamp! “My dear mother," he said Do you know I'm confoundedly very slowly, and with a great hungry. We didn't eat any dinappearance of calmness, “you are ner. Couldn't you get Gran to speaking without accurate infor- bed, and come down again your. mation. I tell you that when I self? We might have a jolly walk up and down beneath the supper.” trees in that garden I see God by “ All right papa," laughed Lil, my side ; that I talk to Him and “I'll go and try.” And she ran off hear His voice in reply. Perhaps to the house, scattering the dry what you call prayer is this raising fallen leaves with her swift feet of the spirit into communion with and long white robe. God; but”-he turned to say this, She found Gran sitting still by for he had begun to stalk away the fire, her hands folded in her “I don't remember ever having lap, her face set with thoughtful specially asked Him about my own perplexity. salvation; it would have seemed
"Grandmamma, isn't it time for rather egotistical.”
bed ?” said Lil cheerfully, as she He again opened the French knelt down to warm her hands. window; the dogs, at the sound, Gran looked up. started impetuously from the “My dear," she said, “what hearth rug and joined him. He does your father mean? He tells went out, closing it behind him, me that when he walks under the and strode across the lawn.
trees in the garden God is with Nobody was visible, though he him, and he talks to him. What called “Baby,” and walked all can he mean? There is no open about the garden. He peered vision now. The word of the Lord into the boat house; one of the was precious, even in the days boats was gone. “The young of Samuel; for there was then scamps !” he ejaculated aloud; and no open vision. What does he the dogs, finding themselves the mean :” only audience, wagged their tails, “I'm sure I don't know, Grandas if in approval of the sentiment. mamma," said naughty Lil, abHe looked out into the river, and sently. Her eyes were on the fire; presently, in response to a sten but what she saw was a scene in torian shout of “Baby,” there the moonlight, and her inner ears came a light laugh across from the heard, not Gran's words, but the other side.
sound of another voice, which had “Come in, you two,” he shouted, this night been strangely per“ you will catch cold, and I want suasive. somebody to talk to.”
“Ah, well,” said Gran, with a A second after, the boat shot out certain stern resignation, “I canfrom the shelter of some drooping not understand these wild words. trees, and Brough stood still to I have the Scriptures, and follow enjoy the sight; for in the magic in the light of the Lord's written moonlight Lil and her lover seemed word.” a fairy prince and princess voyaging So saying, she gathered up her upon some dim and undiscovered knitting and her spectacles, and sea of silver.
put on her woollen shawl, and then
rose slowly and wearily to go to and standing in front of her, rest.
“Papa considers himself asked, She was not much sadder than and says . All right:' am I still to usual in consequence of her wilful ask Grandmamma?” children taking their own ways so “Why, no,” said Lil; “but you plainly. Having put the matter have been through what I meant aside, her manner to Lil was just you would have to go through the same, although she regarded when I said that; and I think her as obstinately bent upon mar you behaved very badly. I felt as rying an infidel, and therefore if —”. doomed to eternal perdition.
“Now then, children, don't Having seen Gran safe on the quarrel,” interrupted Brough. road to bed, Lil deliberately ran “Here, Baby, eat this while it is off. She retreated quietly without hot. I believe you have been too making known her intentions ; for excited to eat anything for a she did not want to have to submit week.” just then to any more of Gran's “Papa," said Lil, taking her searching questions. And an irre supper plate and looking at it congular supper would have scandal templatively. “How is it that we ised Gran terribly at any time. three don't agree a bit, and yet we
So Lil, throwing a white shawl can get on so well, and that it is over her shoulders-for, though so different with Gran ?”. she would not confess it, she had “If we can't agree about any. got a little chilled on the water- thing else, we can agree to be ran downstairs to the dining-room. jolly together,” remarked Charlie, Here she found a big fire : on the sagely. table were various amateur prepa- «That's about it,” said Brough. rations for supper. The servants “The old lady is crystallised; she had gone to bed, and Brough had can't tolerate anybody of opposite been investigating the larder on views or different character from his own account. He was grilling her own. One of the very few slices of cold beef on the coals and blessings of modern civilisation is making a salad at one and the tolerance. I strongly disapprove same time; with Charlie Newman of both you children; but I like in active service under his direc. vou uncommonly at the same time. tions. They were laughing and If you fellows feel much the same, talking uproariously when Lil suppose we form a Mutual Toleracame in. She sat herself down in tion Society on the spot.” a little chair in the middle of the “Done !" cried Charlie, “ here's hearthrug like a small Queen of to its health in a tumbler of claret.” Bohemia as she was.
And Gran, just going off to “Isn't this nice !” she said. sleep, was scandalised and startled “Now,” said Charlie. coming by distant sounds of merriment.
NEW SERIES.—No. 12.
WILLIAM SPOTTISWOODE, F.R.S., D.C.L., &c.
The name of Spottiswoode has been known to the general public for a number of years, mainly by its appearance on the title-page of Bibles. But, among the members of learned societies and the circles of men of culture, Mr. William Spottiswoode has long borne a high and unquestioned reputation as a scientific scholar and author. Under the reclusive influence of advanced studies, he was too much absorbed in his unassuming pursuit of science to throw out a challenge for popular reputation; and when at the meeting of the British Association at Dublin, in August last, he delivered the inaugural address, many were doubtless taken by surprise with the magnitude of the scope of his observations, and the lucidity and order of his expositions. That address was a verification, if any were needed, of the too little considered fact that it is the quiet student that does the real work, and that those whose names are most noised about, and whose fragmentary works are so repeatedly gathered together into scrambling volumes-not to miss the popular demand of the moment-are not invariably the truest masters.
William Spottiswoode was born in London 11th January, 1825. He belongs to an ancient Scottish family, which has attained distinction from generation to generation not only in its native country, but also, by the force of its sturdy offshoots, in the New World.
The surname of Spottiswoode is of the soil, and was assumed by the owners of lands in the county of Berwick as soon as surnames became hereditary in Scotland. The male line, so says tradition, failed in the thirteenth century, when a member of the house of Gordon married the heiress and took her name. In the sixteenth century a John Spottiswoode was great in divinity and controversy, and a fosterer of the Reformation, his grandson again, of the same name, being Archbishop of Glasgow and of St. Andrews, and Lord High Chancellor of Scotland. In the seventeenth century there was a baronetcy in the family, held by Sir Robert Spottiswoode, President of the Court of Session, and in the