"I wish that he were come to me,

For he will come," she said.

"Have I not prayed in Heaven? On earth,

Lord, Lord, has he not prayed?

Are not two prayers a perfect strength?

And shall I feel afraid?

With her five handmaidens, whose names
Are five sweet symphonies,
Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
Margaret, and Rosalys.

"Circlewise sit they, with bound locks
And foreheads garlanded;

Into the fine cloth white like flame
Weaving the golden thread,

To fashion the birth robes for them
Who are just born, being dead.

"He shall fear, haply, and be dumb; Then will I lay my cheek

To his, and tell about our love,

Not once abashed or weak;
And the dear Mother will approve

My pride, and let me speak.

"Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To Him round whom all souls

Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles;

And angels meeting us shall sing

To their citherns and citoles.

"There will I ask of Christ the Lord

Thus much for him and me:-
Only to live as once on earth
With Love, only to be,

As then awhile, forever now
Together, I and he."

She gazed and listened, and then said,

Less sad of speech than mild,

"All this is when he comes." She ceased,

The light thrilled towards her, filled
With angels in strong level flight.
Her eyes prayed, and she smiled.

(I saw her smile.) But soon their path
Was vague in distant spheres;
And then she cast her arms along

The golden barriers,

And laid her face between her hands,

And wept. (I heard her tears.)

A MAN OF GREAT PROJECTS.

BY IVAN SERGYEVICH TURGENIEFF.

(From "Rudin": translated by Constance Garnet.)

[IVAN SERGYEVICH TURGENIEFF, one of the most celebrated of modern Russian novelists, was born at Orel, Russia, November 9, 1818. Educated at Moscow, St. Petersburg, and Berlin, he entered the civil service, and established his reputation as an author with "Sketches from the Diary of a Sportsman" (18451847). In 1852 some remarks on Russian officialism, made in an obituary letter on Gogol, led to his being imprisoned and afterwards banished for several years to the interior of Russia. He subsequently lived in Baden-Baden, and after the Franco-Prussian War removed to Paris, where he mainly resided until his death, September 3, 1883, at Bougival. Among his chief novels are: "Dmitri Rudin," "A Nest of Nobles," "Helene" (translated as "On the Eve"), "Fathers and Sons," "Smoke," and "Virgin Soil." They have been translated into many languages, into French largely by the author himself.]

SEVEN o'clock struck, and they were all assembled again in the drawing-room.

“He is not coming, clearly,” said Darya Mihailovna.

But, behold, the rumble of a carriage was heard: a small tarantas drove into the court, and a few instants later a footman entered the drawing-room and gave Darya Mihailovna a note on a silver salver. She glanced through it, and turning to the footman asked:

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"But where is the gentleman who brought this letter?" "He is sitting in the carriage. Shall I ask him to come ?" "Ask him to do so."

The man went out.

"Fancy, how vexatious!" continued Darya Mihailovna, "the baron has received a summons to return at once to Petersburg. He has sent me his essay by a certain Mr. Rudin, a friend of his. The baron wanted to introduce him to mehe speaks very highly of him. But how vexatious it is! I had hoped the baron would stay here for some time."

"Dmitri Nikolaitch Rudin," announced the servant.

A man of about thirty-five entered, of a tall, somewhat stooping figure, with crisp curly hair and swarthy complexion, an irregular but expressive and intelligent face, a flickering brilliance in his quick, dark gray eyes, a straight bread nose, and well-curved lips. His clothes were not new, and were somewhat small, as though he had outgrown them.