life came to me in the guise of symbols or signs—­a good-bye, for example.  A parting even for a short time always appears to me a faint type of that last solemn parting when we bid good-bye to temporal things.  I suppose kind eyes will watch us then, kind hands clasp ours; as we start on that long journey they will bid God help us, as with failing breath and, perhaps, some natural longings for the friends we love, we go out into the great unknown, waiting until a Diviner Guide take us by the hand.  “God help you, poor soul,” we seem to hear them say, and perhaps we hear the drip of their tears as they say it; but in that other room, who can tell how gently those human drops will be wiped away, in that place where pain and trouble are unknown?

(To be continued.)

ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Imperium et LIBERTAS.—­There is no question of etiquette in the matter of the Highland friends of the bridegroom appearing at the wedding in their national costume.  It is only a matter for their own decision and their friends’ permission.

V. D. V.—­You were exceedingly wrong in taking walks with any man without your parents’ permission, and you degraded yourself by enlisting the aid of a servant to get letters from him unknown to them, and so led her to do wrong and to act in an untrustworthy way to her master and mistress.  You ought to tell her that you regret having so done, and will do so no more.

A Devonshire dumpling says:  “I would rather not drink vinegar or raw lemon-juice, if you do not mind, please.”  Dear little reader, pray do not feel uneasy on that score; nothing is further from our wishes!  If your health be so good, leave yourself and your wholesome fat alone.  If out of health, the case is otherwise.  Dropsical puffing should be prescribed for by a doctor.

Ross-Shire lassie.—­The 5th October, 1869, was a Tuesday; the 25th March, 1865, was a Saturday.

Lily.—­The passage you quote may mean that the blessed ones who have attained to perfect purity in the kingdom of their Father above were greater than the greatest still on earth.

A Lively girl is not likely to “get too stout.”  She inquires, “What is the best kind of a fiance to have?” Judging of her suitability for assuming the responsibility of selecting one, and of leaving her mother’s sheltering wing, we should reply—­a gilt gingerbread man.

A METEOR.—­The Rosicrucians were a mystic brotherhood, made known to the outer world in certain books published in 1614-15-16.  The last book, published in 1616, was acknowledged by Johann Valentine Andreae, and entitled “The Chymische Hochzeit Christiani Rosenkreuz.”  The former works are likewise described by him.  From these we learn that one Christian Rosenkreuz, a German noble of the