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Winnifred Dee. 223 ‘Vou ate not going to leave it, Doctor?” exclaimed Miss Jane Down, breathlessly, who made one of the listeners. “Indeed I am, ma’am. I was already thinking of joining a friend in London, whose practice is too large for him, and this has decided me. Who knows what might be said of me next, were I to stay? How could I suffer my little daughter to grow up in the place ?” | “Oh, but—it was all a mistake, you know, dear Mr. Probert,” cried Miss Jemima Raddle. ‘‘ What should we do without you 2?” “What you can, ma’am,” answered the Doctor. “I have sold my practice here to James Worthington, of Ripley. He has a wife and six children, and I hope you'll treat him better than you have treated me.” “Oh, dear! We never treated you ill, [’m sure. We quite— quite—condoned it in you.” "No doubt! But you killed Winnifred Dee.” PLBRBLORL BIG KINGSWEAR: A FAREWELL. FAREWELL to Kingswear and its wooded bays, Where the fair Dart 1s hurrying to the sea ; Its flower-enamell’d rocks and fern-clad ways, Its heathery steeps, pine-scented greenery. Its dusky hills, beneath the evening red, Its shining sails that glide beneath the trees, Its snowy sea-birds wheeling overhead, And gush of moonlight over darkened seas. Some greater bard than I may fitly praise, I can but catalogue its beauties rare, Though often much obscured by fog and haze, And drenching rains, and heavy wintry air. The sea-pinks rosying in ocean cave, The river widening to infinitude, | ‘The dove-like wings that rock upon the wave, Or on opposing seas of ether brood— No more with wistful eyes I stand to mark Where sea and sun the heavens with glory pave, And memory charters many a fairy bark, While quickened fancy soars beyond the grave. x * # Sister, when next we meet where will it be ? Beside the widening river or the sea— In wrinkled age, or youth’s eternity ? C. M. GemM_r. CONNICLOOOKS.E®