portrayed in history, it is doubtful whether the sincerity attending the latter be not of a more lasting nature and one showing the true affections of loyal and devoted hearts.

I had almost forgotten to mention that I have frequently met Mary Douglas, who is, at present, visiting her friend Maude Bereford, at the Castle.  Also, had the pleasure of being introduced to your friend Mr. Howe, and feel a deep interest in him on your behalf.  Imagine my delight when he informed me of his intention to accept your invitation to remain with us for a few days on your arrival.  It seems that I cannot remember anything.  I must not forget this time to say that great anxiety is expressed and felt at the Castle regarding the failing health of Lady Rosamond’s husband—­Mr. Gerald Bereford.  For some time past he has sadly impaired his constitution by taxing his powers beyond endurance, and when almost too late, he withdrew from political life.  Great sympathy is extended Lady Rosamond who seems very despondent.  Medical advice suggests change of climate, and I have heard that they intend to spend the winter in Italy.  Not wishing to give any more news until I see you at home, dear Guy, and having nothing further to add but our love,

     I remain your expectant

     Fanny.

Fanny Trevelyan’s letter had a double effect upon the mind of the recipient.  It involved both happiness and despondent gloom, and unconsciously had struck a tender chord which vibrated with redoubled sadness in its deep sympathy.

Why do the waking echoes of the past take cruel delight in presenting to the mind visions which otherwise would be laid aside in a retired recess or a secret chamber sacred to the relics of other days and other scenes?  Why are those realities to present themselves in merciless and mocking array to gloat upon our sufferings with fiendish delight?  These are questions only to be answered when the causes which call them forth have ceased to exist.

Captain Trevelyan’s retirement was the subject of much concern for the officers and men.  Many discussions arose as to the motive.  Lieutenant Creagh remonstrated, but to no purpose.  As the slow sailing ship bore the gallant regiment across the Atlantic, hope reigned supreme in many hearts.  Friends and home greeted them on arrival.  At Gosport, Captain Trevelyan took formal leave, having received the strongest proofs of sincere friendship existing between man and his fellowbeings.

Great was the joy that awaited Guy Trevelyan as he once more entered the fine old park enclosing the grounds of “Trevelyan Hall.”  His mother, a staid and stately English matron, forgot all dignity as she threw herself fondly into his arms.  Fanny, the pet of the household, clung to her brother with tightening embrace, showering him with kisses pure as her maiden heart.  Nor was the dutiful son less tender in his expressions of joy, as lovingly he gazed upon the fair girl seated with her arm upon