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MR. BUTLER'S WARD. By F. MABEL ROBINSON. HOVENDEN, V.C. By F. MABEL ROBINSON. ELI'S CHILDREN. By G. MANVILLE FENN. A DOUBLE KNOT. By G. MANVILLE FENN. DISARMED. By M. BETHAM EDWARDS. A LOST ILLUSION. By LESLIE KEITH. A MARRIAGE AT SEA. By W. CLARK RUSSELL. IN TENT AND BUNGALOW. By the Author of 'Indian Idylls. MY STEWARDSHIP. By E. M'QUEEN GRAY. A REVEREND GENTLEMAN. By J.M. COBBAN.

You are in the wild jungles of fairyland; where there are gorgeous blooms, and idylls, dreamlit, beautiful and fantastical, all in the deep midwood lonliness; and time is not, and the computations of chronology are an insult to the spirit of your surroundings.

The large sceptre-reed; the fig-tree, lingering in barrenness when other trees are full of fruit; the locust-beans of the Caruba: for one suggestion of Greek idylls there is yet another, of far deeper, dearer power. But who can resist the influence of Greek ideas at the Cap S. Martin?

And they could not have said whether they amused or interested or merely comforted each other. Perhaps they did all three. At any rate, it was an idyll of its kind, and of more genuine beauty than many less platonic idylls have been. On the morning of the sixth day Bessie Lonsdale went out into the garden as usual, to find the sky overcast with light, fleecy clouds.

It does not appear that the merit of these stories was so quickly recognized as that of Indiana and Valentine. The author might abstract herself awhile from passing events and write idylls, but the public had probably not yet settled down into the proper state of mind for fully enjoying them.

Lydia lighted the fire, and as Leonard had made his escape, Belle brought up a supplementary hodful of coal. Martie lighted two of the four gas jets, and settled down to solitaire. Sally read "Idylls of the King." Lydia and her mother began to sew, the older woman busy with mending a hopelessly worn table-cloth, the younger one embroidering heavy linen with hundreds of knots.

These, and occasional more recreative incidents, visits to Virginian houses, the reading of books like Napier's "Peninsular War," or the "Idylls of the King," Thanksgiving feats, and races among officers, that helped the weary weeks to glide away. Then the bloodier business opens, and the plot thickens till the end is reached.

Nevertheless they are our idylls, idyllic for us, and reminding us, by certain symptoms, that though we never cry there is concealed somewhere within our bodies a fount of happy tears. The town park is an idyll in the otherwise prosaic municipal history of the Borough of Bursley, which previously had never got nearer to romance than a Turkish bath.

There is no mistaking the affectation of an urban lyrist, whose lovers masquerade as shepherds in the court of Louis XIV. Theocritus seems to have had earlier Greek models, but few readers of his Idylls can question his originality, and fewer still will agree with Mahaffy in denying the naturalness of his goatherds and fishermen, in a word, his genuineness.

"And Arthur and his knighthood for a space Were all one will, and thro' that strength the King Drew in the petty princedoms under him, Fought, and in twelve great battles overcame The heathen hordes, and made a realm and reign'd." One story of the Idylls I have already told you. Some day you will read the others, and learn for yourselves