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SEEL LAIINCELOT AND QUEEN GVINEVERE
BY ♦I.FIIED TENNYSON
Like souls that balance Joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from Heaven again,
The maiden Spring upon the plain
Came in a sunlit fall of rain. -
In crystal vapor evtirywhere
flue eyes of Heaven laughed between,
And, far in the forest depths unseen,
The topmost linden gathered green
From draughts of balmy air.
Sometimes the linnet piped hi 9 song ;
Sometimes the throstle whistled strong ;
Sometimes the spar-hawk wheeled along,
By grass i r• capes, with fuller sound ;
In curves the yellowing river ran,
And drooping chestnut buds began
To spread into a perfect fan,
Above the teeming ground.
Then, in the boyhood of the year,
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere,
Rode through the coverts of the deer,
With blissful treble ringing clear,
She a part of joyous spring :
A gown of grass green silk she wore,
Buckled with golden clasps before ;
J light green tuft of plumes she bore,
Closeil in a golden ring.
Now on some twisted ivy net,
Now by some tinkling rivulet,
On mosses thick with violet,
Her cream white mule her paatcrn set ;
And now more fleet she skiplimed the plains
Than she whose chin prancer sidings
By night to her airy warblinp,
When all the glimmering moorland rings --
With jingling bridle reins.
As she tied fast through the sun and shade,
The happy winds tiPou her played,
Blowing the ringlet from the braid
She looked so lovely as she swayed
The rein with dainty finger tips,
A nianfiad given all other bliss, .
And all his worldly worth fur thiS,
To waste his whole heart in.one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
A knight and a lady wake met in a grove,
1% tuie each wa, in quest of a fugitive love ;
A ricer ran mournfully murmuring by,
And they wept In its waters for sympathy.
0. never was knight such a sorrow that bore!"
0, never was maid so deserted before !"
From life and its woes let us instantly fly,
And jump in together for company :"
Tlicy gazed on each other, the maid and the kniGht ;
flow fair wio. Ler form, and how goodly Ilk height ;
"4hie mournful embrace !" sobb'd the youth, - cm we die!'
ki, - mg and cxyiug they kept company.
~ I), had I but loved such an angel iti4 you !"
had but my swain been a.quarter Irue !"
•T miss inch perfection how blinded was 1!"
now they were excellent company!
1! ncth -poke thr lass, 'twist a .rnile and a tear—
Thr wvailier c , for a watery bier:
n,•u stammer returns we may
Till then let us sorrow In company:'
[Fr. , m ilousehold W0r(14.)
KESTER'S EVIL EYE.
In the cottage to the left hand of the forge
at Harwood there lived, about five and twenty
years ago, a man of the name of Christopher
—or, as the country fdllcq abbreviated it, Kes-
tc•r—Pateman Ae .had formerly held the
the post of village blacksmith and farrier, but
had long since retired from' the exercise of his
craft. He was said to have the gift of the
eye ; not that he was a malicious man, but
that involuntarily his blighted whatever it fixed
upn. Friend or enemy, his own children or
aliens, it wa.s all one-;
liester's eye settled on
thew, and they withered away. No single
thing prospered with him. The crops on his
tittle farm were always either frosted, blighted,
or miserably thin ; or, if they_w_ere good and
pod and abundant, rain came after the corn
Bas cut, and it lay out until it sprouted and
rutted away ; once he got it all stacked and the
took fire ; another time the grain was
thrished out and stored up in safety, but the
rats devoured a third of it. His cattle were
toe leanest in the country ; his sheep died of
disease his children perished one by one .as " 1 didn't stop at the Blue Cow, Katie."—
they grew up to manhood and womanhood ; She turned shortly around with such a shrewish
,wery,horse he shod, tell lame before it had face that Johnny added, iu haste to deprecate
.rotie a mile. Kester was a miserable man ; her wrath, "I left my basket, Katie ; let me
all the country avoided him as if he had got get it—it's in the corner."
the the plague. " At your peril set foot over the doorstone,
Kester had one child left ; a daughter, born Johnny !" Johnny's plump countenance instant
after the rest ; she being the offspring of, ly disappeared. She snatched up the basket,
a young Irish girl whom he had.chosen to threw it after him, and then took a hearty fit
iii4rry in his old age. The Irish girl ran away of laughter to herself.
, :uon after the child's birth, on the plead' hay- , ur.
ail; a husband in her own country whom she It was the beginning of harvest i and, on
better. the evening of the day after Johnq Martin's
Kesler made no attempt to bring her back, inauspicious Courting visit, Kester Pateman
'bat contented himself with spoiling Katie.— and Katie were sitting on the wooden: bench
Katie was not a bit like what his other child- before-the door, she knitting, and he bemoan
rep had been ; she was her mother over again. log, when a party of Irish reapers, with their
Tuo wide opened dark blue eyes, a white skin sickles in their hands came up the lane. They
~ n siderably freckled, black elf locks always stopped at the gate, and one of the men asked
I:.tt tangle, a wide red month, and little teeth if Kester wanted hands for his corn ?
t•t! pearls ; a figure smart and lissome, and a "No, I see nae the use o' bands,"replied the
1) that lilted along as if it kept time to au old man ;
"it'll all be 'spoilt."
award tune, made of Katie a village beauty It had been a splendid season, and Kester's
lad a coquette. little fields showed as rich and ripe a crop as
The strangest thing of all was (so the peo- any in the country ; it• Was quite ready for cut
.. tlt thought at least) that Kester's evil eye had sing, and the weathr was settled and facOni
to effect on Katie. She grew as strongly and. ble.
Otiomed as hardily, as the wild briar in the " But, father, you must have bands," said
tedge-row. Everybody remembered the five Katie,who had a most irreverent. disbelief in the
! 11 ildrea who were born to' him by his. first evil eye' - ; "two reapers and tv binder,' with you
." how they pined from their cradle. They and ime,. will get the crops in this week, tied
-wd a sickly hectic in their faces like their i'll overlook 'em for luck." Kester stopped two
i f-'•'2 1 .17; while Katie's checks were red as a men and a lad, and bade the others go higher
THE .- - _-.....'BRADFORD ' ~... REPORTER.
damask rose ; they crept about home weary
and ailing alwnyg , while Knee was away in
tie woods, the wonder of the village, healthier
More wilful, and bonnier than any giiNn the
The blacksmith who had succeeded Rester
Pateman at the village forge was a young man
of herculean strength, and a wild character.—
He was more than suspected of a tenderness
for the Squire's pheasants, but the gamekeep
er had not yet been found bold enough to give
him a night encounter - in the woods ; his name
was Rob McLean ; he had been a soldier, and
was discharged with a good conduct, after ten
years' 'service and two wounds. He was Ka
tie's first sweetheart. She was very proud to
be seen walking with him in the green lane on
Sunday nights ; but it was more child's pride
than anything else, for, When
. he began to talk
about marrying, she laughed and said no, she
was not for him, he was too old.
Jasper Linfoot, the miller's
_eldest son, next
cast his eye upon her, and followed her like
her shadow for a mouth ; but' no—Katie did
not fancy him, be was too ugly ; he squinted,
he had red hair, and his legs were not both of
the same length. Then there was Peter As
kew, the squire's huntsman, but he was a wid
ower ; and phi' Cressy, the gardener, but he
was a goose ; and Tom Carter—but Katie
could not abide a tailor.
While Katie, very • hard to please, was co
quetting with her would-be lovers, perfectly
safe and perfectly heart-free, Kester Pateman
had settled all the time who she should marry
—Johnny Martin, and nobody else. Johnny
was the only sou of Martin, the squire's coach
man, who had saved money. He was a sim
ple young man, with lank hair; a meek express
ion of countenance, and some gift for expound
ing, which he practised to small select congre
gations in Paternan's barn, every Sunday
evening.. When Kester announced his intention
to-,his daughter, Katie pouted her red lips and
tossed - tmr head, saving, with an accent of su
perlative contempt, "That Johnny I" But
she answered neither yea nor nay- to her fath
ers's word ; and the next,Sunday "that John
ny" came courting with a little basket of
cabbages on his arm, as an offering to his
Katie looked as if it would have done her
heart good to fling them, one after the other,
in his fat foolish face, but she restrained the
impulse, and only - said :
" I'll plant 'em out to-morrow. Johnny."
"Plant them out Katie ! Why they're to
" Pigs ?" asked Katie, in innocent bewilder
ment. "We don't keep any."
"so, they're for you, Katie ; they're the
" Hearts ! Oh, Johnny, take 'em away di
rectly ; hearts !—I never saw a heart before,"
and she peeped into the basket with a face of
Now Johnny had -proclaimed
.that his affec
tions had fallen:on Katie because she was such
a clever girl, and could do everything ; but
this exhibition of her talents by no means
equalled her former impressions. lie tried her
" Can't yon cook, Katie? Did yon nev
er stuff and roast a heart for your father's din
" Oh, Johnny, and you putting up for the
schoolmaster's place ; what wicked nonsense
you are talking I Surely you've called at the
Blue Cow by the way?"
Johnny-at this monstrous insinuation broke
out into a cold perspiration ; he was the most
abstemious of young men, and had a name in
the vill tge for every variety of excellence ;
ant Katie was quite capable of telling her
suspicions everywhere. lie endeavored to
take her hand and to put his arm around her
waist ; but Katie brought her palm against
his cheek with such hearty good-will that-he•
was fain to subside upon his chair in meek dis
" If you do that again, Johnny Martin, I'll
tell my father," she cried ; and with an affee
tation of great anger, she bowled his cabbage
out into the garden, and.ordered him to march
after them in double quick time. lie took up
his hat and obeyed her, casting on her, as he
went, the most pitiful and expostulatory glan
" Don't stop at the Blue Cow, Johnny ; go
straight home," she cried as he went out at the
gate, and the defeated swain crept away quite
Katie returned into the house, and began to
sleek her hair before the little glass by the
kitchen fire, humming a tune all the time and
thinking how well she was rid of Johnny, when
that worthy's voice sounded through the open
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Although he bad arrived at Tfarwood a
scarecrow of tags,: Ivho 'so trim and slime now
as Alick ? Katiatad a. secret 'pride: in his
appearance, as, with his gun ou his arm. and
up the lane to Marshall's farm. "But where's
the good of it, Katie ?" he added. "You'd
have had a tidy fortune but for me. Go into
the barn, lads, you'll get your supper 'enow."
The old man was very despondent ; for he had
just lost a fine calf, which he thought to sell at
a good price. Kate bade him cheer up, and
went indoors to set out the supper for the rea
pers. When it was ready, she called to: them
to come ; three as Ragged Robbins as . ever
might have served for scarecrows appeared at
One of them was a tall fine young man, with
a head well set on his shoulders, a roguish eye,
and a very decided nationjl tongue. He look- '
ed at Katie, and she at him ; and fcr the first
time in her life, the-girl's eyes fell, and her col
or rose. Alick seemed slightly bashful too—
'very slightly—for, after dropping his glance
'on his plate fcir a second, it followed Katie to
intid fro in the kitchen without intermission,
until she went out into the little garden
again. Alick could see her through the
branches of briar across the window, standing
at the gate with her father, talking with Rob -
McLean, and he immediately conceived an
intense dislike for that well-built son of Vul
can, with the sear across his forehead. A lick
jumped to conclusions very quickly ; he had
fallen in love at first sight, and was ready to Village gossip soon proclaimed the fact of
quarrel with any man ,who so much as looked Alick's visits to Kester Pateman's cottage ;
at Katie. and amongst the first to hear of them was
Having made an end to his supper, he went Johnny. He went and remonstrated with
out into the lane to his comrades, who were sit- Katie, and threatened to tell her father. Kit
ting under the hedge, resting and munching tie's blood was up, and she dared him to tell
lumps of bread and cheese—Marshall's kitchen at once. So Johnny did tell and Kester bade
not being big enough to hold them all. Alick Aliek.keep away. "Katie's for no Irsh her"-
kept Katie at the gate in sight ; and, though gar, but for-a decent Harwood lad,''said he,
she seemed never to look this way, she knew rily. "And you'll come about my place no
perfectly well how he watched her ; arid mov- more, Sir Gamekeeper—,d'ye hear ?".
ed, perhaps by the natural spirit of coquetry, Alick feigned obedience ; but he and Katie
she marched with her knitting into the housii, met in the green lane on Sundays. There was
and shut herself up iu her bed-room. It had a little gate from the pasture where Kester's
a window looking out the lime, and Katie sat I cows were, into the wood ; and often at milk
near it with her pins and stocking, peeping out ' ing time, you might have seen Alick leaning
sometimes to see how the evening went on, over the gate, talking to Katie at her task ;
and whether there was promise of tine weather but, as the evening grew cold and the cattle
nest day to cut the corn. Alick wandered off ; were brought up to the house, these meetings
by-and-by. How should he know that tiny were less frequent ; for Kester began to watch
lattice in the bushy pear-tree was Katie's ? f his daughter as a cat watches a mouse. lie
The neighbors noticed Katie become graver
and - paler, and shook their heads portenticusly.
"She's fading, like the rest of them," they said ;
"she'll not see the Spring. Kester's smitten
her, poor man !"
And, by-and-by, Kester saw the change him
self. When he did see it, Lis heart stopped
beating. "Why, Katie, my bairn !" cried be,
with fully awakend love and fear ; "Katie,
my bairn ? Thou'Ssit not going off in a waste,
like thy brothers and sisters ?"
Katie was knitting by the firelight ; and
as her needles went, her- tears fell. " I don't
know, father, but the neighbors say I look like
it. I'm sick and And her tears flowed
Alick, Fester, Katie, and the rest, were
all in the fields next morning, as soon as the
sun was up. The reaping began. Katie would
bind for Alick ; and, during the day, the two
exchanged a good many sharp words. Rob
, McLean came to lend a hand in the afternoon
and the wen soon found each other out ; but
Rob had a decided advantage over the other.
"Was there ever such a wild Irishman, all tat
ters and rags, ever seen in the country-side
before f" whispered Rob to Katie, as they sat
under a tree, at four o'clock, eating the 'low
ance that had been brought from the house ;
Katie gave Alick a sly glance, and said "No."
And, as Alick overheard both question and
answer, he vowed vengeance against Rob.
The night in the lane there was Jasper Lin
foot and Phil Cressy ; and Katie talked and
laughed with both of them ; and the next day
she was gossiping with Peter Askew over the
field style ; and iu the evening Tum Carter
brought her shreds of scarlet cloth that she
wanted to weave into a mat, and Katie chat
tered with him ; and the next day Johnny
Martin came with au offering of summer ap•
ples, which (Alick being there to see) were
gTacionsly acceptt'd. So Johnny was hearten
ed into staying half-an-hour, sighing and smil
ing spasmodically. Alink went out very wrath
ful. "So matey rivals aro too many for one
man," thought Le. And, nil the following
morning, lie took no more notice of Katie than
he did of Kester—l mean, he seemed not to
take mneh notice of her.
Katie was as cross as sticks, and pretended
to be ill, and must go home. Home, according
ly, she went, and tangled her knitting horribly.
She had not been there tong, when _flick
came in at the gate with a long face, holding
his hand in a handkerchief, all stained with
blood. Up sprang Katie, the color going-oat
of her face with fright.
" You're hurt, Alick 1 0 how have you
done it ? Let me see and bind it up."
"The least bit in creation, Miss Katie ; but
you're the best binder in tthe world, and it'll
heal under your eyes," replied the wily Alick,
uncovering the injured hand.
Katie got a sponge and water, and bathed
it, and her pity fled.
"It's not much more than a scratch," said
she ; so Alick groaned miserably.
" Surely, Miss Katie, it's the hard heart
you've got, for ull your bonnie face," said he
Kate blushed. Nobody else's compliments
had ever had that pleasing effect before ; and
Alick snddeuly took heart of grace, and said
one or two more pretty things that did not
seem to vex Katie very much. The dressing
of the wound being done, Alick was obliged
to go back to the field ; carrying the 'lowance
was an excuse for Katie. to return too ; so,
leaving her ball to the mercy of the cat on the
floor, she got the basket and stone bottle of
beer ready, and followed A lick. The reapers
I said 'lowance was was early that day, and her
father found fault about it.
Alick's reflections were of a more cheerful
,"Too many rivals may be good as
none," he thought. Indeed, be had found out
—who knows by what freemasonry ?—that
'Katie liked nobody so well as him ; and he
turned his discovery to good account. Did
she encourage Rob, or Jasper, or Peter, or
Johnny, or any one of her numerous admirers,
by word or smile, he devoted himself Jennie,
the pretty Irish girl, who was binding at
Marshall's farm ; and Katie's pillow could have
testified that he bad ample revenge.
Thus they went oa till the last shock was
in stack, and the Irish reapers begarf to travel
north in search of fresh pastures All went
but Aliek ' • and-he,' from his quick wit and
sharp eye, bad won "favor with the Squire's
head keeper, who retalued him as one of his
watchers. „ • •
" REGARDLESS OP DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUAETED."
Kester Lissed her, and went out in a black
" Oh, what'll I do? What'll Ido for thee,
Katie, my bairn ?" said he, aloud. I'm fit to
tear my eyes out o'niy head ! What have I
done, that all goes ill with me ?"
It happened that Alick was loitering about
in the hope of a chance word with Katie, and
he overheard tester's lamentation.
" What's the matter, Master Pat6man ?
Katie's hot ill, is she !" he ventured to ask.
Glad to unfold his misery to anybody, Kester
told A lick of his daughter's changed looks,
and what every body attributed thenyto.
" Go to 'the wise man, Barm Rex, at Swia
tord, to-morrow : he's got a charm ages the
Evil Eye," suggested Alick iu haste. " He'll
tell you what to do : you may trust him."
Somewhat comforted, Kester re-entered the
house. Alick went off to Swinford to prepare
the sage for his visitor the next day.
" Where are you going, father ?" Katie ask
ed, the following morning, as her father came
to breakfast dressed as if' for church or market.
."I,lti going to 'Bram Rex, Kutie, to hear
what he says about something. Re's a won
derfel wise man."
"Is it the stacks, fatlifq? I'd fear none: all's
right so far. Them Irish reapers brought
you luck, Pm thinking."
" It's not about the corn, Katie, but thee.
I maun't lose thee, my bairn. ,Alick says
'Brum has got a charm, and I'm going to
get it fur thee. I don't like thy white looks
and thy crying."
Katie dropped her spoon, and smiled to her
self as she stooped to pick it up again, with a
face like a rose, which she was fain to hide by
looking away through the window for ever so
After breakfast, Kester mounted his old
gray mare, and went slowly to Swinford, very
mournful, andininch troubled iu his mind: The
village of Swiuford was, by the river, seven
miles fronsdiarwood, and the high road ran
along the bank, with a steep fall to the water
which was covered with hazel, and low shrubs
" Wherefore shouldn't I. fling myself in there,
and save the poor bairn ?" he said to himself,
as he saw the river shining and glancing
through the bushes. " But after all" he add
ed, "it will be as well to see old 'Bram flex
first, and hear what he's got to say to her. My
poor bairn ! Poor Katie !"
So he went forward to a sninll slatted cot
tage at he ,entrance of the village, and knoCk
ed at the door.
" Come in," said. a rough voice. Kester
fastened his bridle to the paling of the gardeu,
The wise man was sitting in a large chair
by the fireside, stirring a composition in a pan
which had far more of the perfume of a poach
hare than hell-broth, which the gossips said he
was in the habit of making. 'Brum was an old
man with a long beard; and the subtilist and
most wily of smiles. Ile looked tip at his cis
iter from Ander his brows cunningly and
shrewdly, then motionelhim to be seated, by
a wave-of his hand. Xester, was not here. for
the first time many a halfrgrown had lie paid
'Brain for prognostics touching the weather,
Information about tort articlek and 'Charms for
his cattle against disease, and his crops against
his game-bag slung over his 'shoulder, he fol
lowed the Squire in the woods, looking, as she
thought, far the finer the handsomer gentleman.
That Johnny's face had now become perfectly
sickening to her, and none the less so because
Kester would talk of their marriage ; school
master, with a salary of thirty pounds, a cot
tage and garden rent free, and coals ad libitum;
so that he had a home to take her to.
. Katie was having-a good cry one afternoon
in the house by herself, over the thoughts of
Johnny, when there came a knock to the door.
She got up and opened it, expecting to see a
neighbor come in fur a gossip ; but, instead,
there stood Alick.
Directly he saw what she had been about he
cried, "Who has been vexing the, Katie ?
Only tell me, tell me, Katie I" A a smile
broke through her tears as she said, "0 A lick
it's that Johnny 1" And they looked iu each
- other's faces and laughed.
What Alick said more, this tradition betray
eth not ; but, whatever it was, Johnny's pros
pects of a wife were not increased thereby ; and
when A lick went home to his cottage at the
park gate, it was with a triumphant step and
his curly bead inn the air ; and Katie cried no
more over her knitting that afternoon.
blight ; 'bat he never before felt such a perfect
submission to the awful sage in the chair coy
ered with cat skins
" I know your errand, Kester .Pateman,"
said 'Bram, solemnly. " I have been working
out the hori scope all night. It Is a case of
Kester was profoundly impressed by this
prescience, and his podi old hands shook as
he, drew oat his leathern purse, and said :
"'Bram, it's not money nor corn this time ;
it's my bairn Katie."
The sage nodded and echoed,
" Katie I I knew it."
" What must I girt ? This ?"
And Kester took out a gold piece, and laid
it on the seemingly unconscious palm of 'Bram.
" Enough, Kester Pateman, ' [replied he ;
" enough. Tell me what you want—your
daughter is smitten 11
" Yes 'Bram ; but there was !one told me
you had a charm agen the Evil Eye. Would
it save her ? Will you sell it ?" asked Kester,
trembling all over with anxietyland stretching
out his feeble hands with the purse to 'Bram.
'Brant took the purse, but said severely
" I do not sell, Kester Puteman—talk not
of selling. Describe to me the child's symp
toms, and be at peace."
The wise man had a voice of such pretur
natural depth that it really seemed as if. his
words were also of superior sagacity ; Kester
listened to him with the profoundest faith, and
then gave a description of Katie's state—her
pale cheeks, her stillness, and her crying.—
'Bram shook his bead.
" I don't say she'll die, Kester, and I can't
say she'll live ; but there's one chance, if you'll
" do anything, 'Bram--why I'd die for
that bairn ! You don't know how I love my
Katie. What's the chance, 'Bram !''
" The stars will not be hurried, Kester Pate
man ; they have not spoken yet. Come and
The sage led the way into a second room,
in the middle of which was a table whereon
lay a sheet of paper with sundry figures and
" Look here," and 'Dram began to trace a
line with his forefinger. "This is a girl's line
of life. Mark it well, Kester Pateman."
Kester, dizzy , with anxiety, fixed his eves
on it intently.
" Here is a man of battles it passes him.
This part show; them that seek her hi matri
mony ; them that she must not marry, Kester
—you mark me ?"
Kester nodded his head.
"She must not marry any one of these with
the cross agen 'etn. Not this with the spade,
the figure with. the sack, nor him with the tai
lor's goose, nor yet this man leading of a horse,
nor yet that one with the peaked cap and fe
rule—the stars have spoken agen 'em all."
Kester wiped his forehead, and said he saw
that clearly enough.
" Mark me agen, Rester," pursued the sage,
sinking his voice until it sounded as if it came
up out of the toes of his Loots ; " mark well,
for I can't show you it a second time. This
is the sign of a powerful man who has come
over the sea—he's got a gickle and a gun.—
The sickle means that he shall reap abundance
o' corn, and lire on the fat o' the land all his
days, and the gun is a token that he's a brave
man ; and his face being to Katie's line o' life
is a sign that he loves her, and that she lias'a
thought for him. Are you hearkening Res
" Yes, 'Bram, I hear. Oh ! but you arc a
knowledgeable man. These," following, the
first ivarks with his finger::, " are surely Rub
Inean, and Jasper Linfoot, and here's Phil
Cressy, and Peter AAew, and Tow Carter,
and Johnny Martin
" Them's their names ! None o' must
your Katie marry, the stars has otherwise be
spoke for 'cm. Do you know who this last is,
" It niaun be Glick, the wild Irish reaper ;
him that's at the Squire's now."
LEM it is, and no other! The interpre
tation therefore is just !" said 'Brain, emphati
cally, and he rolled up the sheet of paper.
Kester Pateinau was greatly iu awe of
`Brain, bat he endeavored to protest against
"'Bruin, couldn't you bring forward an
other ?" said he, hesitatingly.
" Can I alter the stars, nester ?" replied
the sage in his sternest tone ; I do not
make, or mend, or mar, I only read for the
blind what is written. You must give your
bairn Katie to Alitk, or she'll (lie."
" 0 ! I will—surely I will, 'Brain !" in great
haste cried poor Rester. " He's honest if he's
poor, and Katie'll not have a penny. Tell
toe, Kester, will I sell my corn well this time!"
" You shall," responded 'Wean ; '• you shall
sell it as others do."
" Have you that charm wren the Evil Eye
that one told me of 'Brain'."' Rester humbly
" Yes, Rester ; but it is not to be bought
with silver nor - gold. Send m' half a bushel
of your best nits, and 2,0 u shall have it. I've
parted with a many, but I've oily one on band
now, and it's a good , one."
" Let me have it, 'Brain. You'll get the
nits to-morrow morn."
'Brain went to a drawer in Ole dresser, mid,
after rummaging for sonic minutes amongst
its contents, he brought forth a hare's foot
with a string attached to it. He smoothed it
carefully with his hand, muttering a formula
of words to himself as he aid so.
" You must put this in your pillow, nes
ter, and every morning, the first thing when
you get up, Oyec the window, and fix on some
particular tree or bush, and look at it .steady
while you spell your- own name backwards
three times. You must look every day fast
ing at-the same thing, and in time it will with
er away and (lie. And so you'll be cured, and
in smiting the tree the rest o' your thiugs'll
Kester took the bare's foot as tenderly as If
it bad been a sacred relic, and put it in his
'• Thank you, 'Bram—and you're sure Ka
(2'll be I , ell if I let her wed Alick ?''
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" Yes, man ! You'll find the late face
shining when you get home, for she's feeling
that your heart's changed towards her already.
The stars have been whispering of it to her."
Quite cheerfully Rester trotted the grey
mare home, and, as if immediately to prove
the sage's words true, Katie came to meet him
at the gate us roy as a peony. Alick,- at that
minute, was escaping by the cow house door
into the pasture, after telling Katie of his vi
sit to 'Bram Rex, and preparing her for its
In the centre of the great meadow directly
opposite Kester Patemau's chamber window
there was a fine old oak tree, quite in the ma
turity of its years and strength. Under its
wide-spreading branches a herd of cattle could
shelter from the Summer heat, and in its giant
bole was timber enough to build a frigate al
most.. When Kester rose the morning after
his visit to 'Bram Rex, be opened his window,
and his eyes fell on this tree the , first thing,
as they had probably done for many a year.
This time he gazed at it fixedly, half expect
ing see the leaves and branches shrivel un
der his gaze ; but he spelt his name backwards
three times, and there were no visible effects.
He went to market after breakfast and - sold
his corn, and bought a new cow ; so implicit
was his faith in 'Bram's charm ; and, meeting
Johnny Martin, told him ruefully, that himust
leave off thinking of Katie ; for she was not
permitted to be his wife.
•' Why not, Master Pateman deattinded
Johnny, to whom this sudden change wait in
" Because thou's bespoken, Johnny, foreman••
other woman ; and there'd be contradiction
and the mischief and all if we tried to go agen
what's ordained. I spoke to 'Bram Rex , yes
terday—it was he tell't me."
" 'Bram Rex ! the vagabond fortune teller!"
exclaimed Johnny, puffing out his fat cheeks
in token of contempt, for Johnny pretended to
more light than his neighbors. "Is that Ka
tie's best reason, Kester Pateman ?"
" Maybe not, man ; she's no inkling that
I've changed my mind yet. I 'ant spoken to,
her, but I maun."
" But it's not fair to jilt a poor fellow, be
cause 'Bram Rex tells you a pack of lies," re
monstrated Johnny. '• I'll speak to Katie
myself, with your leave, Master Pateman, and
ask her her reasons."
" Her reasons, Johnny, are that she can't
abide thee ; thuu's a good lad, but it goes even
the grain with her to think o' thee. She's a
saucy lassie, and her that,'s bespoken you by
the stars has a mint of money
This happy invention of Kester's was utter
ed boldly as a cot:solution to the forsaken
swain, and he, as such accepted it, for Johnny
was as credulous as his neighbors.
In about a month after Kester ,Pateman's
visit to 'Bram Rex there was a wedding at
Harwood, and such a dance in Kester's barn
as had never been heard of in the country
side before. All the defeated swains were there.
Johnny Martin and Tom Carter,made the mus
ic on two independent-minded violins, and lost,
in this opportunity of distinguishing them
selves, the sore sensation of disappointment.—
Johnny behaved nobly ; he presented Katie
with a half a peck of apples as a wedding pres
ent, and looked glorious all night. When Ka
tie came near him once he whispered :
" Katie, did von tell anybody about the Blue
No, man ; it wag only in fun," replied she
mischievously ; acd Johnny drew a long breath
What a dance that was to the tune of Mer
rily danced the Quaker's wife, and merrily
danced the Quaker ! It seemed as if it would
never come to an end. So loud and hilarious
was the mirth at the supper after it, that no
body heard the thunder rattling overhead, or
saw, %%hen all separated and went home, the
lightning leaping about the hills. But there
had been certainly a terrible storm that night,
though few people at Harwood recollect it ;
and the next morning when Kester opened his
window, as his custom was, to give the charm
ed gaze at the oak tree in the meadow, behold !
one side was reft entirely of its boughs, and ti
black, scarred- trunk faced him instead of yes
terday's majestic growth. Kester started hack
affrighted. Could this be the effect of his Evil
If you go to Harwood, as you ride into the
village, in the meadow opposite the black
smith's forge you will see the blasted trunk of
the giant- oak tree and, should curiosity
prompt 3;on to ask how it came to be destroy
ed, any gossip will tell you that one Kester
Pateman withered it away by the power of
Evil Eye—he having gazed at it every morn
ing, fasting for that purpose: They will tell
you also that, from having been one of the
most unlucky of men, he became one of the
most prosperous in the district, with grand
children and great-grand-children, and flocks
and herds innumerable.
A lick and Katie still live in the _farm house
down by the water pasture, which the Squire
let them have when they were married. But
dint of talking of it, they have come themselves
to hclieve in the Evil Eye. 'Bram Rex's de-
seendants live and flourish in various districts;
though 'Bram himself, for some mistake respect
ing; another person's property, was transported
to a distant colony to exercise his craft there
—with what success, this tradition suyeth not
PuzzuNr;.--A lady being asked by a gen
tleman to join in the bonds of matrimony with
him, wrote the word "stripes," stating at the
time that the letters making up the word
stripes, could be changed so as to-make au an
swer to his•question. W ho knows the answer.
use. A Young Irishman, who had married
when about 19 years of age, complained of Clio
difficulties to which early marriage subjected
him, said that he would " never- marry - so
young again if he lived to be as ould as Melba
ser• Thirty rafts and arks_pasiai Harris
burr in Ices than one hoar, April tth.