All in All. By G. L. RAYMOND Among the Sea-trout. By A. WENTWORTH POWELL Blue Feather, The. By SONG WRITER. Holiday No. 470 395 196 205 325 333 450 458 281 G. B. C., The: A Tale of a Telegram. By JAMES PAYN Giulia Varani; or, St. Peter's Day at Belluno. By T. A TROLLOPE. Holiday No. 77 XXIII. A storm was coming, but the winds were still XXIV. Full of scorpions' XXVIII. And yet I feel I fear' XXIX. The Wanderer's Return XXX. Where is thy brother?' XXXI. The Face in Oswald's Sketch-book XXXII. What the Cowboy could tell Juliet. By Mrs. H. LOVETT CAMERON : IX. Colonel Fleming advises his Ward XI. Gretchen gets into Trouble XVI. Her last Words XVII. A Windy Walk 24 33 Known at Last. By PHILIP B. MARSTON. Holiday No. Life Brigade, The. Little Miss Brown. Lunar Hoax, The. By RICHARD A. PROCTOR. May and December. By B. MONTGOMERIE RANKING New Republic, The; or, Culture, Faith, and Philosophy in an English Country House: Severed Hand, The. By F. TALBOT. Holiday No. Song in Season, A. By ALGERNON C. SWINBURNE Summer Sketch, A. By J. ASHBY-STERRY. Holiday No. Swedenborg's Visions of other Worlds. By RICHARD A. PROCTOR F. S. Walker M. Fitzgerald 'I shan't give you the book' BELGRAVIA. JULY 1876. GOOD STORIES OF MAN AND OTHER ANIMALS. TWO BY CHARLES READE. 2. A Special Constable. WO women, sisters, kept the toll-bar at a village in Yorkshire. It stood apart from the village, and they often felt uneasy at night, being lone women. One day they received a considerable sum of money, bequeathed them by a relative, and that set the simple souls all in a flutter. They had a friend in the village, the blacksmith's wife; so they went and told her their fears. She admitted that theirs was a lonesome place, and she would not live there, for one-without a Her discourse sent them home downright miserable. man. The blacksmith's wife told her husband all about it, when he came in for his dinner. The fools!' said he 'how is anybody to know they have got brass in the house?' 'Well,' said the wife, they make no secret of it to me; but you need not go for to tell it to all the town-poor souls.' 'Not I,' said the man: but they will publish it, never fear; leave women-folk alone for making their own trouble with their tongues.' There the subject dropped, as man and wife have things to talk about besides their neighbours. The old women at the toll-bar, what with their own fears, and their Job's comforter, began to shiver with apprehension as night came on. However, at sunset the carrier passed through the gate; and at sight of his friendly face they brightened up. They told him their care, and begged him to sleep in the house that night. Why, how can I?' said he. I'm due at *; but I will leave you my dog.' The dog was a powerful mastiff. VOL. XXX. NO. CXVII. B |