The Argosy — page 367: what you’re looking at

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Te Ro | Anne Hereford. - 345 But what had brought Mr. Edwin Barley entering as the tenant of that small and inferior house? he, with his fine fortune and his fine estates! There seemed to be mystery enough at Chandos; was this going to be another mystery ? “T believe you must be right, Miss Hereford; he has entered the house,” said Mr. Chandos, returning. “If he is really the new tenant - —as I suppose he is—he appears by no means a prepossessing one. I wonder what his name may be?” I could not, for the whole world, have told Mr. Chandos that I knew his name; I could not have told that I knew him. All my hope was that it would never be betrayed that I had known him, that he was any connection of mine, or that he would ever recognize me. What, what could have brought Edwin Barley to Chandos? (Zo be continued.) EASTER WEEK. By THE Rev. CHARLES KINGSLEY. SEE the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices ; Fields and gardens hail the spring ; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, While the wild birds build and sing. You, to whom your Maker granted Powers to those sweet birds unknown, Use the craft by God implanted ; Use the reason not your own. Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, Each his Easter tnibute bing— Work of fingers, chant of voices, Like the birds who build and sing. COMIC OOOKS. EO