THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. EDITED BY WILLIAM FRANCIS AINSWORTH, Ph.D., F.S.A., F.R.G.S., &c, VOL. X. NEW SERIES. LONDON: E W. ALLEN, 11, AVE.MARIA LANE AND STATIONERS'-HALL COURT, E.C. 1876. The right of publishing Translations of Articles in this Magazine is reserved CONTENTS. PAGE. Part VI. Mammalia (continued) 186 301 419 Livingstone and Cameron. By Dr.. Alfred J. H. Crespi The Scientific Aspects of Fear and Joy. By Dr. Andrew Wilson Springtime in North Italy and the Tyrol The Ethical Influence of Science. By J. Fenton The Latest facts about Bacon. By G. L. Gomme, F.R. Hist. Soc. 41 57 67 72, 150, 267, 433 82 86, 195 91 93 101, 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 Navigation of the Albert Nyanza John Christopher. By Julia Goddard The Patriarchal Theory of History. By G. L. Gomme, F.R. Hist. Soc. 409 The Rise of Maximin, Emperor of the Occident, compiled by Lucius, Keeper of the Imperial Archiyes at Iscapolis. Translated and NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE, A STRANGE DOWRY. BY MRS. ALFRED PHILLIPS. CHAPTER V. "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 July.-VOL. X., NO. LV. B |
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