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Letters from Majorca. ~ 233 off we hear one proclaiming the hour, and the serenity of the skies. Here and there a gay cavalier stands beneath his lady’s balcony, murmuring love vows. She listens—and believes them. A _ screech- owl never fails to fly over the town with unearthly sound—Shake- speare’s ‘‘shrieking harbinger.” ‘¢ Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.”’ The imprisoned quail repeats his mournful note, his monotonous protest. He never seems to sleep: the wakefulness of a Promethean vulture, without its cruelty. ‘Why not telegraph to-night?” I said, just as we were passing the ) Win (iI 3] } ! i ji DT TTT TTT ain )) iff Nyy UH, NR HI Ta 4 | fy Wg) Wilh ly | iit iJ « * ‘ CIES YA Ba 1 9 net SUPT val 14 fy.) ; i fi) [fy TT Ue ( yl b ) say MALLORCAN COUNTRY HOUSE. photographer’s. There all was silent and closed. ‘The poor man was resting from his trouble—for he, like everyone else, has his burden to bear. Just now it is anxiety for his only child: a bright little fellow of four or five, who seems to be going off just as an elder brother did a year or two ago. ‘This child is the apple of the father’s eye, the delight of his existence. If he is to follow his brother, as well that he and his wife should go too, he thinks. _ To come home and find the nest empty and spoiled—we know what it does for the birds ; but the suffering of the human heart is past fathoming. The photographer is intelligent. He believes in English doctors. When I told him that one was coming over, he besought me to bring him to his child. He would give the world for his opinion and advice—half his substance. I told him it should be done, and without any tax upon his hardly-earned resources. So, one morning we went together. Dr. Fitzgilbert had a good look at the little fellow; examined and sounded him carefully ; told = _~ > =e ‘> — ns ne Ee os i ¢ - - - — ae ~- . i —="- aire cee ~ ’ os Law . . ‘ 2° SFsreSs * Temata) Se es . Se TELS i fi mA ~ . _ We ean = Wu i TM bee Pee eee if] , ut jiyle J Lt RNY} | MA ) fe OATH v , RA i —— | aA OU LH \ 2 ~) aN ca Thar 4 es Wilh as wt a AR, ) halted ! 4 ~i, os ‘ y, ' ' 4 i = COMMICMOOOKS.C©