INDEX. NOVELS, ROMANCES, TALES, &c. About Abyssinia: By the author of "The Com-, LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES moner's Daughter": 281 Alpine and Polar Plants: By Harland Coultas: 144 Birds, Curious Things about: By F. H. Stauffer: 158 Can(n)ons for Critics: By C. Holland Kidder: 9 Colonel's Ward, The: By A. A.: 33, 72, 119, 188 Durham Cathedral: 232 Fine Arts, Relating to the: By M. C.: 92 Funeral Fashions: By Mrs. Caroline A. White: 89 Health Question, The: 65 Charlie's Holiday: By Nettie Carlisle : 104 Apocryphal Gospels: By P. H. Cowper: 222 Englishwoman's Review: 111, 273 Life-boat, The: 332 Oddfellow's Quarterly: 162, 272 Penny Poems: By Owen Howell: 52 Lina: 197 Low Life in the East: 294 Horace Carew; or the Heir of Sairmouth Castle: 12, Madeleine: By Percy Vere: 113 83, 132, 296, 247 How shall the Bed be placed? 115 Indian Railway Station, At an: By Luxe : 185 Influence of Woman: By Hon. Dan. Webster: 164 In Memoriam: Mrs. Abdy: 105 In the Jungle: By Luxe: 268 LADY'S PAGE Baby's Shoe in Crochet: 168 Case for Threaded Needles: 277 Crochet Circle: 55 Crochet Flowers-Scarlet Geranium: 223 Crochet Net for a Nightcap: 223 Mems of the Month: 47, 100, 165, 275, 334 Mrs. Brumby's Lodgers: By Wilmot Buxton : 40 NEW MUSIC Beautiful England: 335 I'll be all smiles to-night: 335 New Year's Day, A, at the Chinchas: By S. A. Observations on Horseback in America: Bog and Imitation Coral Sleeve Ornaments for a Baby Old Age: By Grindon: 38 106 Infant's Crochet Bib with Sleeves: 106 Knitted Artificial Flowers: Michaelmas Daisy: 277 Knitted Fringe: 333 Netted Nightcap: 168 Rosette Crochet Cover, &c.: 333 Paddle your own Canoe: By the author of "If Paris Correspondent, Our; 98, 153, 212, 270, 329 Pictor Ignotus: 19 Angels, The Two (From the German of E. Geibel): Mowers tossed the Hay: By Elizabeth Townbridge: By Ada: 244 Arctic Vision, An: By F. B. H.: 146 Napier Children, The: By Charles Dickinson : 18 Deserted House, The: By Eben Rexford: 143 64 Never put off: 146 Over the River: By Miss Priest: 39 Poet, The: By Frederick Napier Broome: 285 Receipt for a Head: By R. E. Thackeray : 69 Robin's Return: 298 Roses from the Harem: By Mrs. Abdy: 64 Society and Solitude: By Mrs. Abdy: 8 Song: By J. Baskerville: 18 Imitation of Goldsmith: By the late James Edmis. Summer-day Rhyme, A.: By Eben Rexford: 315 ton: 244 Lines: By Ada Trevanion: 176 Lola By Frederick Napier Broome: 266 Lost Galleon, The: By Frank Bret Harte: 284 Loved Twice: By Ada Trevanion: 315 Tell him: By Elizabeth Townbridge: 236 Vigil, A: By Ada Trevanion: 267 Whispered Words: By Ada Trevanion: 131 Love's Contradictions: By Elizabeth Townbridge: 39 Wish, A: By Ada Trevanion: 11 Manassas: 299 Witness, The Sure: By Alice Carey: 244 Womanhood's Crown: By Agnes Leotard: 131 Printed by Rogersou and Tuxford, 265, Strand, London. BORN TO SORROW. CHAP. XXVI. "HOW SHOULD I GREET THEE?" 66 Has not the reader often shuddered at the receipt of a telegraphic message? They always seem ill-boding, these notes enclosed in their yellow envelope. Something sudden has occurred, and there is not time to write," is the first thought, as the receipt is being signed, and then " omne ignotum pro horrifico." With men of business, the case of course is different. -Jones, on 'Change, opens his telegram with the calmest air; for he expects to find nothing of greater importance in it than that consols have fallen, or that Smith is coming to dine, or something of that kind. I must confess that I can never behold one of those smart, sharp little officials approach my door without secret misgiving, and am heartily well pleased when he passes my roof-tree and leaves his fateful message further on. Ella Grantley had been making up her mind for the worst these few last days; not that she had any great inkling of the Derby project, but she could not in reason close her eyes to the fact that Grantley had been what he would call dropping his money pretty freely" of late times, and that if things kept on long in this way ultimate ruin must be the result. wife, ill-treats her, insults her by his known and open preference for other women, wounds her feelings by the associates he tries to make her own. But then "she would have him-she has herself to thank for it!" Yes, but then she would have him when love was young, and the happy spring-tide of life blooming, for a pair of careless foolish lovers, when the deceit and black nature of the man lay slumbering for a while, lulled into repose by the magic enchantment of love. It suited the man to conceal all the darker traits of his character, and appear all "He is a persmiles and amiability. So it is. fect brute to her; but she would have him!" is the moral appended to many a fable of married misery. Despite the warnings of her friends, the tears of her family, the reasonings of prudence itself, she would have him." And having made the great, irretrievable mistake-having clouded over a whole lifetime by the error of a few hours-she must needs be content and shape herself to her lot, and live it out till merciful Providence take the bane of her existence from her, and she be free to choose once more. Ella has at last summoned courage to open the telegram, and the contents verify all her forebodings. The ruin of a life summed up in a few short words: She was getting almost resigned to trouble now (one gets accustomed to this kind of thing in time), and the wife who the first time her husband got drunk since marriage nearly broke her heart with shame and grief, as the years roll on and habit begets indifference, picks her husband out of the gutter or puts him to bed with the utmost coolness, and never troubles her mind with any further thought, except the hope that the graceless one has not spent all the week's wages at the "Blue Elephant." So true it is that "DEAR ELLA,-Peep o' Day lost the Derby. Am done for. Must leave England." It had come at last, then, what she had been expecting through all the weary months-ruin and disgrace, flight from all that was near and dear in England, and a lawless, suspicious existence at some foreign watering-place-kindly refuge for those, such as had beaten the Constable in the proverbial race! A life to be spent amongst the black-leg roué friends of her husband-the wife of a gambler, probably obliged to exert all her attractions to lure young men with money to their house; so that they might It was a horrible future to look to; yet she become an easy prey to Grantley and the hawks. could hope for no other, unless merciful Death released her. "Tell Mr. Dalton he may come up," she said, faintly, to the footman, who still waited: and she quite astonished herself by the coolness with which she said it, and the careless disregard B |