Eft to his owne liking to go or stay when he came here; but he stayed,

and maryed here. [Sidenote:
2.] John Allerton and Thomas Enlish were both hired, the later to goe
m^r of a shalop here, and y^e

other was
reputed as one of y^e company, but was to go back (being a seaman) for
the help of others behind. But they both dyed here, before the shipe
returned. [Sidenote: 2.] There were allso other 2. seamen hired to stay
a year
here in the country, William Trevore, and one Ely.
But when their time was out, they both returned. These, bening aboute a
hundred sowls, came over in this first
ship; and began this worke, which God of his goodnes hath hithertoo
blesed;
let his holy name have y^e praise. * * * * * And seeing it hath pleased
him to give me to see 30. years compleated since these beginings; and
that the great works of his providence are to be observed,
I have thought it not unworthy my paines to take a veiw of the
decreasings & increasings of these persons, and such changs as hath
pased over them & theirs, in this thirty years. It may be of some use
to
such as come after; bu

Be spared from the children and the family meals, the parson, the
Reverend James Mavor Morell does his work. He is sitting in a strong
round backed revolving chair at the

right hand end of a long table, which stands across the window, so that
he can cheer himself with
the view of the park at his elbow. At the opposite end of the table,
adjoining it, is a little table; only half the width of the other, with
a typewriter on it. His typist is sitting at this machine, with her back
to the window. The large table is littered with pamphlets, journals,
letters, nests of drawers, an office diary, postage scales and the like.
A spare chair for visitors having business with the parson is in the
middle, turned to his end. Within reach of his hand is
a stationery case, and a cabinet photograph in a frame. Behind him the
right hand wall, recessed above the fireplace, is fitted with
bookshelves, on which an adept eye can measure the parson’s divinity and
casuistry by a complete set of Browning’s poems and Maurice’s
Theological Essays, and guess at his politics from a yellow backed
Progress and Poverty, Fabian Essays, a Dream of John Ball, Marx’s
Capital, and half a dozen other literary landmarks in Socialism.
Opposite him on the left,
near the typewriter, is the door

flower, but grew by the river of life. I have often meditated
thereon, that it was like unto living silver with a light in itself,
like the moon,–even as our Lord’s garments in the Transfiguration,
which glistened like the snow. I have
cast about in myself by what device a painter might represent so
marvellous a flower." "Now, brother Antonio," said Elsie, "if you
begin to talk to the child about such matters, our Lady alone knows
when we shall get to bed. I am sure I’m as good a Christian as
anybody; but, as I said, there’s reason in all things, and one cannot
always be wondering
and inquiring into heavenly matters,–as to every feather in Saint
Michael’s wings, and as to our Lady’s girdle and shoe-strings and
thimble and work-basket; and when one gets through with our Lady,
then one has it all to go
over about her mother, the blessed Saint Anne (may her name be ever
praised!). I mean no disrespect, but I am certain the saints are
reasonable folk and must see that poor folk must live, and, in order
to live, must think

of something else now and then besides _them_. That’s my mind,
brother."

"Well, well, sist

Lly known how clover accomplished
such fertilization. It was thought it thus gathered fertility by
feeding deeply in the subsoil, and through the plant food thus
gathered, the root system of the plants
were so strengthened in the cultivated surface section of soil as to
account for the increased production in the plants that followed
clover. According to this view, the stems and leaves of the plants
were thus equally benefited and, consequently, when these were plowed
under where they had grown these also added plant food to the
cultivated portion of the soil, in addition to what it possessed when
the clover seed
which produced the plants was sown upon it. In
brief, this theory claimed that fertility was added by the
clover plants gathering fertility in the subsoil and depositing it so
near the surface that it

of the circus troop. DUCHESS [_throwing back her head and laughing_]
No? Beloved

by Gwymplane, you say? [_GWYMPLANE looks at her in a horror of
bewilderment, the point of her conduct beginning
to pierce his heart._] DEA O yes, beloved by Gwymplane. DUCHESS It
seems to me, child, that upon this somewhat fantastic
night we have perhaps changed partners. DEA Madame? [_GWYMPLANE
stands rigidly silent. The DUCHESS plucks a flower from a vase,
throwing the petals over DEA'S head in a gesture half gay, half
brutal._] DUCHESS At last the whimsy of my soul is outmatched by the
turn of events. DEA I hang upon your words,
Madame, yet I do not understand them. DUCHESS Still you
and I have proven to each other, with and without intent, the
existence of a quality common to the world at large–faithlessness,
look you. [_With an almost violent gesture she drags DEA over to
GWYMPLANE
and places her hand upon the familiar form._] DEA [_Feeling with
gradually hurrying, hysterical fingers._] Gwymplane,
my love! GWYMPLANE Ah, Dea, yes. DEA How wonderful to find you in
this terrible nightmare–like a fire flaming

up before snow-lost feet. GWYMPLANE My Dea. [_She puts her hand upon
his shoulder, the DUCHESS regarding them through
her lorgnette._] DUCHESS What an idyl! How it refreshes me to watch.
However, come, clown, take the girl and begone. Here is a crown for
your
love–it did not please me, you know, so you are getting far more
than your deserts. DE

S is perhaps worse than none, that is implicit and not to be
understood, or subject to what constructions he pleases to put upon
it:– Great critics in a _noverint
universi_ Know all
men by these presents how to curse ye; Pedants of said and foresaid,
and both Frenches, Pedlars, and pokie, may those rev’rend benches Y’
aspire to be the stocks, and may ye be No more call’d to the Bar, but
pillory; Thither in triumph may ye backward ride To have your ears
most justly crucified,

And cut so close until there

be not leather Enough to stick a pen in left of either;
Then will your consciences, your ears, and wit Be like indentures
tripartite cut fit. May your horns multiply and grow as great As
that which does blow grace before your meat; May varlets be your
barbers
now, and do The same to you they have been done unto; That’s law and
gospel too; may it prove true, Then they

shall do pump-justice upon you; And when y’ are shaved and powder’d

you shall fall, Thrown o’er the
Bar, as they did o’er
the wall, Never to rise again, unless it be To hold your
hands up for your roguery; And when you do so may they be no less
Sear’d
by the hangman than your conscience

T. Dotty Dimple at Play. Dotty Dimple at School. Dotty Dimple’s
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Susy. Little Prudy’s Captain Horace. Little Prudy’s Story Book. Little
Prudy’s Cousin Grace. Little Prudy’s Dotty Dimple. LITTLE PRUDY’S

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Little Grandmother. Prudy Keeping House. Little Grandfather. Aunt
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of Captain Horace, by Sophie May

Et, and went out. It was just sundown. The village lay glittering in
the light, that would be gone in a few minutes; and up on the hill
the white church, standing high, showed all bright in the sunbeams
from its
sparkling vane at the top of the spire down to
the lowest step at the door. Nettie’s home

was in a branch-road, a few steps from the main street of the village
that led up to the church at one
end of it. All along that street the sunlight lay, on the grass and
the roadway and the sidewalks and the tops of a few elm-trees.
The street was empty; it was most people’s
supper-time. Nettie turned the corner
and went down the village. She went slowly; her little feet were
already tired with the work they had done that day, and back and arms
and head all seemed tired too. But Nettie never thought it hard that
her mother did not go instead of letting her go; she knew her mother
could not bear to be seen in the village in the old shabby gown and
shawl she wore; for Mrs. Mathieson had seen better days. And besides
that, she would be busy enough as it was, and till a late hour,
this Saturday night. Nettie’s gown was shabby too; yes, very,
compared
with that almost
every other child in the village wore; yet somehow
Nettie was not ashamed. She did not think of it now, as her slow
steps took
her down the village street; she was thinking what she should do
about the money. Her father had given her two or
three times as much, she knew, as he meant her to spend; he was a
good workman, and had just got in his week’s wages. What should
Nettie do? Might she keep and give to her mother what was over? it
was, and would be, so much wanted! and from her father they could
never get it again. He had his own ways of disposing of what he
earned, and very little of it indeed went to the wants of his wife
and daughter. What might Nettie do? She pondered, swinging

her basket in her hand, till she reached a corner where the village
street turned off again, and
where the store of Mr. Jackson stood. There she found Barry
bargaining for some things he
at least had money for

the danger is over. Once the sheep men see that we mean business
they may throw up their hands and go

back where they belong–in Mexico." There were soon busy times at
Diamond X. The flivver was called
into requisition, and on it and on wagons was

transported to Spur Creek lumber to make a rough shack as a shelter
for those who would be kept on guard against the advance of the sheep
herders. "And we’re going to form part of that guard!" declared Bud.
"Our ranch can run itself for a while. We’ve got to stick by Dad!"
"That’s

right!" agreed Nort and Dick. Secretly they rejoiced at the chance of
a coming conflict, even though they had so recently had a hard time
campaigning against the Yaqui Indians. It did not take long to throw
up a rough shelter
at Spur Creek. This could be improved upon as time passed, but it was
necessary to make a stand there at once. So, two nights after the
alarm and robbery at Diamond X, behold the boy ranchers, with some of
their cowboy friends, on guard at th

Eld of active missionary work, or in "doing without things" for
Christ’s sake, that His name may be proclaimed, and that His kingdom
may come. * * * * * _CALLS FOR BOOKS._ Calls often come to us from
the field for hymn books.
Churches or individuals having unused books, enough of

the same kind to supply a small congregation, can get them put where
they will do the most good by sending them to our rooms prepaid. If
any of our pastors have BARNES’ NOTES in complete or incomplete sets,
which they may now no longer need, the American Missionary
Association can use them most profitably in supplying
their young missionaries. Send them to us at the Bible House. * * * *
* _THE FIELD._ 1890-1891. The
following list presents the names and post-office addresses of those
who are employed in the Churches, Institutions and Schools aide