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WILLIAM FRANCIS AINSWORTH,
Ph.D., F.S.A., F.R.G.S., &c,
E W. ALLEN, 11, AVE.MARIA LANE
AND STATIONERS'-HALL COURT, E.C.
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Part VI. Mammalia (continued)
72, 150, 267, 433
101, 221, 354, 444
Persian Drinking Song. By Charles Davies.
Fact and Faith: Some Considerations of their Relation
Retrogression in Lower Life. By Dr. Andrew Wilson
Intuition and Induction. By John Fenton
The Monarchs. By Hall Keyworth
Morning-Night. By W. J. Stewart
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE,
A STRANGE DOWRY.
BY MRS. ALFRED PHILLIPS.
"The most painful part of our bodily pain is that which is bodiless or immaterial, namely, our impatience; and the delusion that it will last for ever." J. P. Richter.
FOR the next ten years we remained with this good lady, Miss Johnstone by name. They were happy years, on the whole, although we never saw our aunt throughout the time, as Captain Worthington, when in the West Indies, had taken a fancy to a small estate in Barbadoes, which he purchased with the intention of living there; and it was arranged that we were to join them as soon as we were old enough. He grew restless, however, with advancing years, and determined to return to England; the present found us antici pating our aunt's return, which came at last.
After our first meeting was over and we bad time to look at each other, she said
"Now, my children, let me see what you are like;" and she made us stand side by side while she looked long and earnestly.
She, dear soul, was just the same,- a few more silver threads in the pretty, soft hair, a few more lines, across the brow and round the eyes, marked the flight of time, and with what a gentle hand it had touched her; but now she spoke
"You must be like your father, Dolly; but you, Mary dear, are the image of your poor mother. I could almost fancy I see her, as I look at you."
Her words gave me a thrill of delight, for my mother's memory was the one faithful picture which lived unaltered in my heart and mind. Perhaps it was my ever-recurring thought of her that had
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