courtship. Properly speaking, I suggested,
as I had restored the bird, in the nature of
things my footing was better than his. He
admitted it. If Monsieur had any intentions,
of course he should consider himself bound,
as an honourable man, not to interfere with
them. He would even keep out of the girl's
way, not to distract her attention. I was
bound to be grateful for so much politeness;
but announced that I left the field perfectly
open for him. That was better, he said,
much more appropriate; and if the result of
this little incident was the turning of the two
garrets into an appartment, he should know
to whom he owed this happiness.

I could see that the poor fellow was
enormously smitten with the young girl;
and, as he induced me to smoke a pipe with
him, I soon learned that he had often met
Mademoiselle Clemence on the stairs, but
had never until then been able to say
more than Good day to her. She was a
maker of artificial flowers— quite a genteel
occupation, he said. So was his for that
matter, and a lucrative one, too. He could
have afforded better lodgings, but he was
saving; had scraped together several
hundred francs, which might be useful one of
these days; for example, if he should marry.

"Why don't you take Mademoiselle
Clemence?" said I.

"If she would have me," replied he, "I
don't say no."

I recommended him to try, and went away
quite pleased with my new acquaintance.
Still better pleased was I when, about two
months afterwards, I received in an elegant
envelope a formal invitation to witness the
nuptial benediction which was to be
pronounced, after a visit to Saint Marie, of
course, on the two neighbours at the church
of Saint Germain des Prés.

CHIP.

FLAMBOROUGH HEAD.

WE present, from a correspondent, the
following addendum to the paper on Fossil
Geography, which appeared in No. 473. It
was stated in that article that the flame of
beacon fires lives in the name Flamborough
Head.

"The following, however, seems," says our
commentator, "the more probable and correct
interpretation. Fleam is in Anglo-Saxon,
flight; Burh, or Buruh, is in Anglo-Saxon, a
fortified city, town, or hill. Flamborough
Castle, and the Dane's Dike— a deep, wide
ditch and high embankment on the inner side,
running north and south right across the
headland from sea to sea— actually remain to
this day, although the former is in ruins; and
some ten or fifteen miles inland is a place, near
Kilham and Great Driffield, called the Danes'
Graves, and large mounds now or lately
planted with fir-trees, where bones, old
armour, and other relics may still be found.
The tradition of the neighbourhood is, that
at or near the Graves a great battle was
fought between the Saxons and Danes, and
that the latter were beaten and fled to
Flamborough Head, which they fortified and
held for some time. Note also the local
prounuciation of the word is still
Fleamborough."

KATE CRAWFORD

"WE had several female Specials," said
the old lady; * " but the most remarkable of
them was Kate Crawford, or Beautiful Kitty,
as she used to be called. She was very
handsome, certainly, and not more than nineteen
when she arrived in the colony."

"What had been her condition in life?" I
asked.

"She was the daughter of a Yorkshire
squire. In short, she was a lady by birth,"
was the reply, " and had received the education
of persons in her father's position and
circumstances, and she was accomplished,
according to the standard of that day."

"And what was her crime?"

"Horse-stealing!"

"Horse-stealing?"

"Yes. That was the offence of which she
was convicted, and, in those barbaric days,
sentenced to be hanged. That sentence,
however, was commuted to transportation for
fourteen years."

"Rather a strange offence for a young lady
to commit," I remarked.

"Very true; but you must hear the
particulars, just as she related them to me and
to several other ladies who took a very great
interest in her. And remember that all she
told us— I mean all the facts she stated—
corresponded exactly with those detailed in
the report of her trial, which was
subsequently, at her request, obtained from
England. In one sense of the word, Kate
was a very bold girl; in another sense, she
was the very reverse of bold. Her manners
were in perfect harmony with her person—
soft, gentle, and feminine; but, if she were
resolved upon carrying out any project, great
indeed must have been the obstacle she
would not surmount. Her story, as she told
it was this:

"My father Squire Crawford and one
Squire Pack lived within a mile of each
other. Their estates adjoined.  Squire Pack
had a son, John Pack, of about twenty-
four years of age. I was then between seventeen
and eighteen. John Pack was an only
son, and I was an only daughter. Both,
Squire Pack and my father were widowers,
and had housekeepers. The old people, over
their bowls of punch one night, settled that
John Pack should be my husband. Now, it
so happened that John Pack— whom I liked

* See page 553 of the last Number.