A messenger from Pembroke has just arrived, bearing a challenge, or something very like it, to his grace the king; and it may be we shall win our spurs sooner than we looked for this morning. The sight of Sir Henry Seymour makes the war trumpet sound in mine ears. Come, for truly there is something astir."

"No, no," said Henry, "you are no stronger to us, Mr. Holland, but are thrice welcome none can be more welcome. Mr. Marchdale, this is Mr Holland, of whom you have heard me speak." "I am proud to know you, sir," said Marchdale. "Sir, I thank you," replied Holland, coldly.

The employé adjusted his specs, withdrew from the desk to consult with his superior; then returning, gave the verdict with a grave but determined manner, "No charge for them, sir: them be insects." Henry Thomas Buckle was born at Lee, in Kent, on November 24th, 1821, the son of a wealthy London merchant.

Delafield had brought him in; he did not exactly know why he was there, except that he liked Mademoiselle Le Breton, and often wondered how the deuce Lady Henry had ever discovered such an interesting and delightful person to fill such an uncomfortable position. But this Frenchman challenged and excited him.

Henry Withers had pondered, and his mind was made up to do a certain thing. Towards evening he sat alone in the room where Macnamara lay asleep almost his very last sleep. All at once Macnamara's eyes opened wide. "Kitty, Kitty, me darlin'," he murmured vaguely. Then he saw Henry Withers. "I'm dyin'," he said, breathing heavily. "Don't call anny one, Hinry," he added brokenly.

At Harvard a large portion of this work is done as part of the work of the Henry Draper Memorial, established by his widow in memory of the eminent investigator of New York, who died twenty years ago. By a comparison of the spectra of stars Sir William Huggins has developed the idea that these bodies, like human beings, have a life history.

"The Bearnese is poor but a gentleman of good family," said the cheerful Henry, and it remained to-be seen whether nationality, unity, legitimate authority, history, and law would be able to neutralise the powerful combination of opposing elements. The king had been besieging Dreux and had made good progress in reducing the outposts of the city.

The silence became terrible, full of omens and presages, like the stillness before coming thunder. "It means something," said Henry; "I think we've stumbled into a regular nest of those Shawnees, and they're likely to be all about us." As if confirming his words, the far, faint note came from their right, and then, in reply, from their left. Henry stopped so quickly that Paul almost ran into him.

Then he said: "I only just dropped over to ask about the little madam, and when is she coming home. Any news from her?" "Oh, yes, a letter. Would you like to hear it, Tom?" "Well, I should think I would, if you don't mind, Henry!"

Tyrannical as was Henry