I could linger long on this subject of Juglini.
Not a word lhas been said of the lovely woman
in the hat and riding-habit, who came in on the
"exquisitely trained roan mare," STAR OF THE
POLES, to show what the "haute école" could do.
How she valsed, and galoped, and twisted, and
turned, and put her fore-foot up on a table (I
speak of the roan mare here; not the lovely
woman) and picked up a handkerchief, would
be Iong to relate in detail. Suffice it to say,
when about half-past ten the orchestra struck
up our dear National Anthem, which makes
every English heart thrill, and look for its hat,
and think how the carriage is to be got up, we
all departed from the tent, much satisfied with
our night and Juglini's Champion Circus.

              A MERE SCRATCH.

  IN EIGHT CHAPTERS. CHAPTER THE LAST.

THE report of that active intelligencer,
Will Crooke, to his colonel of the proceedings
at Gosling Graize was strictly true,
only falling short of reality in regard to
the stormy character of the conference that
followed Lord Haughfield's appearance on the
scene. The temper of this noble person, never
of the sweetest, was not improved by his
compulsory jaunt of two hundred miles, nor by
the unpromising aspect of affairs on his arrival.
Thus, instead of temporising with his young
connexion (George was by many years his
junior), he gave such free expression to his
own personal displeasure at the proposed match,
that George, in his turn losing self-government,
cut the matter short by declaring his intention
irrevocable, and refused to hear another word
on the subject. Swelling with rage and
disappointment, Lord Haughfield would have ordered
his horses, and departed on the spot—vowing
that nothing on earth should induce him to
taste food prepared by the hands of the future
Lady Gosling's aunt—but for George's promise
that this ditficulty should be obviated by
borrowing a neighbour's French cook. It needed
all Clara's tact and eloquence to bring about an
armistice which should save appearances, and
subsist at all events till the following morning,
when the visitors might depart in peace.

George was now alone, but far from happy.
He was fond of his sister, and had secretly
relied upon her for there-establishment of good
relations with his proud and sensitive brother-
in-law, should these be disturbed by his
projected marriage. But Clara had imbibed
something of her lord's family pride, and this, added
to the abrupt manner in which the news
(which, she justly felt, should have come from
her brother himself) had been conveyed to her,
arrayed her feelings against him. He must fight
it out alone.

And horribly alone he felt. The prospect of
long months of this mental solitude, uncheered
by the presence of her upon whom every
thought of his heart was now unalterably fixed,
almost made him frantic. A fever of
impatience possessed him, to which neither solitude
nor society seemed to offer any effectual relief.
One thing was very certain, he could not wear out
this weary interval at Gosling Graize. What if
he should travel a little? George went to bed,
thinking of Italy.

He was awakened by a cry of alarm and
horror uttered by his own lips. He had had a
frightful dream. Esther, her fair face torn and
disfigured by the fangs of the rabid Swartz,
appeared to him engaged in desperate conflict
with the furious animal, and shrieking for aid.
The vision was so real that he had risen and
set foot on the floor before he was convinced
of the illusion. In certain conditions of mind,
things that might else pass for no more than
their actual value, exercise a morbid tyranny
over the reason and judgment. This dream, in
George's mind, connected itself with evil of
some kind impending over Esther. In vain he
strove with the sinister presentiment. ln vain
he busied himself with travelling preparations.
A conviction fastened upon his mind that to
quit her now would be to bid her an eternal
farewell. At length he took the resolution to
write to her one passionate appeal, in which,
after describing the doubt and trouble that
possessed him, he implored her to abandon, for his
sake, the interval of delay for which she had
stipulated, and accompany him to Italy as his
bride.

While waiting her reply, George occupied
himself with the arrangements rendered necessary
by what would, in any case, be a prolonged
absence from home. He took measures for
selling his horses and reducing his establishment.
Mrs. Mapes, the housekeeper, rendered
totally ineffective by continued rheumatism,
had resigned; and this circumstance had
made it imperative that good Mrs. Turnover
should, for the present, retain office, although
George, who, in the altered aspect of affairs,
disliked to see her in a menial capacity, would
have preferred to have her remove at once to
a pleasant and commodious cottage he had
purchased at the pretty village of Rosedale,
whither he hoped Esther would come to join her.

There was nothing now to prevent this
arrangement being carried out, and George, after
waiting several days in vain for an answer to
his letter, determined to quit Gosling Graize
on the morrow.

He shook hands cordially with Mrs. Turnover.

"I trust you will find everything to your
satisfaction, my good old friend," said George,
"and that—that your niece may be persuaded
to abandon her teaching and come to learn—
learn housekeeping, I mean, under your able
tuition, at Rosedale. Thus I shall perhaps see
you both before I begin my travels."

Mrs. Turnover was in tears; she didn't know
why; she always did cry when people went
abroad. It seemed to imply a range and
I immense magnitude and duration.

"Wishing you the best of 'elth and sperrets,
sir," sobbed the good lady; " and, if I