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Would to God the one best qualified to solve it could have been spared to you," and the handsome head fell forward upon the hands, as tears of bitter anguish flooded the brown eyes. Can anything be more pathetic than a strong man's tears? And Clayton Reeve's were wrung from an almost despairing heart. For ten years his life had been a dream of happiness.

"First visions, then by voice of words to the hearing of the ear three mornings together the third, fourth, and fifth days of February, 1652, and the year of John Reeve's life forty-two, and the year of my life forty-one." Two men in this curious ecstatic condition obviously could not stop at this point. It was a critical moment would they enter into rivalry or spiritual partnership?

Yet in only two instances in the Canterbury Tales does he relapse into prose. The Teseide in Chaucer's hands, retaining its poetic medium, is converted into the Knight's Tale; while the Reeve's Tale, the Franklin's, and the Shipman's, each borrowed from the prose version of the Decameron, are given by him a poetic setting.

Reeve offered farms to the industrious at the rental of one bushel of wheat to the acre. For some time the township of Tarraville was a favourite place of residence, because the swamps which surrounded Port Albert were impassable for drays during the winter months; the roads to Maneroo and Melbourne mentioned in Mr. Reeve's advertisement were as yet in the clouds.

And thus this plague, the illness and death of Lord Palmerston, and more personal the alarming illness and slow, lingering convalescence of Miss Charlotte Dempster 'my fair contributor, as Reeve used to call her fill the correspondence of the year. One note only, an account of Reeve's visit to Woodnorton, has a more particular interest. To Mr. Dempster C. O., November 23rd.

"For that these eyes do see what other eyes see not thine, methinks, saw nought of a fine, lusty and up-standing fellow in a camlet cloak within the Reeve's garden this morning, I'll warrant me now? A tall, shapely rogue, well be-seen, see you, soft-voiced and very debonair?" "Nay, not I," said Beltane, and sighing he arose and descended to the battlement above the gates.

The weather was cold and wintry; and, after a short stay at Geneva, they went on to Marseilles, where Reeve's uncle, Philip Taylor, the founder of the 'Forges et Chantiers, was still living, a hale old man of eighty, with his wife, 'some seven years younger, and not at all old in figure, look, and voice. Then to Cannes, which was coming fast into note 'building going on with great activity, and ground fetching higher prices every year'; and, after an excursion to Nice and Mentone, they turned northwards, were at Paris on November 6th, and reached home on the 10th.

He fell, or pretended to fall, in love with gaunt, raw-boned Millie. At night, after his day's work, he and Millie would sit silently for hours in the darkened parlour, silent, except for an occasional murmur of voices. I was curious. Several times I peeked in. But all I could see was the form of my tall aunt couched half-moonwise in Elton Reeve's lap.

It will be necessary that the translation of Vitzthum's book should be set up in slips, in order that he and I may have an opportunity of adding notes or making omissions. At this time the question of having him elected as a foreign member of the Institute was mooted by Reeve's friends in Paris. It is to this that the following letters refer.

This meagre chronicle of course gives no idea of Reeve's intellectual activity at the time, which was really very great.

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