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whisper.

as if they had been wrestling or Andrew. “That looks well, you slowly waltzing.

know-looks as if he were afraid “Depends," said Mr. Slingsby; they were treading on his heels; “ mebbe eight shillings, mebbe you can never be up to those sixteen, mebbe twenty-four. Put Jews, they are as deep as — as a business question, and I'll give a deep as Blazes. Then you saw the business answer. All fair and manager ? What sort of a chap above board, here.”

was he ?” “Ate silling — much leetle - “He seemed to me a very clever, vingt quatre-much dear," said well-informed man--a man quite the Greek,“ depend on de time at home, I should fancy, in Paris. and de silence," added he, in a Then he took me to call on the

chairman." “Better write, and we'll answer,” “The Duke of — Duke of said Mr. Slingsby. “ Write in something, didn't you say ?”. English if you can, but, if you can't “Duke of Forçada.” write it better than you speak it, “And what was the duke like?” write in French, and we will get it “Well,” said Guy, “he seemed made out. Good day.”

very busy, and he wanted you to Mr. Macrocleptos seemed unde- take some shares in the railway.” sirous of leaving

“ The old dodge," said the “I am stopping at the Pig and manager, “ the old dodge. Depend Whistle,” said Mr. Slingsby; ~ dine upon it, he and little Macro—what's at one. Glass of brandy and his name are all in partnership in water .after. If you like a drop, the matter. It does not matter to look in. You must get your us, you see, as the acceptances are dinner somewhere. May as well all right, but I'm pretty sure there's get it there. Good day.”

something at the bottom of it. I “Messire, che fous salue,” said should have stood out for somethe Greek merchant.

thing more, only foreign orders are slack.”

The fact was that the foreign

correspondence being reduced from *CHAPTER XXV.

the state of a constant blister and THE MANAGER IS CONFIDENTIAL. only semi-intelligible bugbear to

the manager, was now in so simple Mr. MacANDREW received Guy on and straightforward a condition, his return with more cordiality that Mr. MacAndrew could no than was his wont. After a brief longer conceal from himself the interview, interspersed with the fact of the serious decrease of the usual diversions in favour of Messrs. foreign business. He, in common Green, Stumps, and Dodder, and with others of his fraternity, were a short tour round the interior of apt to attribute this unpleasant the yard, he came into Guy's room phenomenon to the completion of for a little further chat.

railways, to the efforts of foreign “So the Baron told you the governments to foster a short-lived Bank of Athens was good,” said he. and unnatural competition with the

“Yes,” said Guy, “he intimated English iron masters-in short, to that, of the two, it was a little any reason but the one true and more reliable than the Government unpalatable one that the greediof Athens. But he said he did ness of the makers, which had long not know the manager.”

led them to neglect the quality of “ Crafty old fox,” replied Mac- their manufacture, in their anxiety

to produce enormous quantity, and an old fellow of ever so many the sullen ignorance of the men, hundred years ago to teach him were gradually nursing up a for- how to pray—so I had no conmidable rivalship in the factories scientious scruples about hearing of Belgium and of Germany. Dodder.”

“I have had to stop all over. “ Well,” said Guy. time," said the manager. “If things “Well," said the other, “as to don't mend I shall have to reduce the sermon it was neither here nor the hands; that's why I spared you there-partly right, and partly to go to Paris. Why, three years wrong. More life and earnestness, ago I should as soon have let you though, than in ten years of old go to the moon.”

Splatt. But what bothered me “I hope you are quite contented was the prayer.” with what I have been able to do," “ How was that?” said Guy

“ Why, he began all right,” said “Why, yes—on the whole; I MacAndrew, “no dearly beloved don't think I could have done much brethren, or any of that nonsense. better myself. You carried out my But then he got confused. He instructions precisely, and when didn't see it---but I did. Why, you do that you never are far out. you'll never guess how he wound I am going round the works. By up-never. Wouldn't have believed the bye, there's a capital story it if I hadn't heard it with my own about Dodder.”

ears. May we all go up Jacob's Guy looked up.

ladder,' said he, and be caught “ You know Dodder preaches," like fish in the Gospel net, and sit said Mr. Macdndrew. “I've often clothed in our right minds.' I alhad a curiosity to hear him. We most burst out laughing--I did, are Presbyterians, you know, mem- indeed. But really this is too bad, bers of the real Christian Church, keeping me in this way; I shall with none of your Romish super- never cure you," said the manager, stitions of bishops and liturgies. as he departed. We don't think a minister wants

. (To be continued.)

CONTEMPORARY PORTRAITS.

NEW SERIES.—No. 19.

EDWARD BURNE-JONES.

EXPERIENCE in many ways avouches the truth of the old proverb concerning the votary priests,

Many stand waving devoutly the magical rod,

For one that is utterly rapt by the fire of the god. There is a slender magical wand about which the saying is peculiarly true—that delicate instrument which is the symbol of the artist. There are many excellent painters, and the cultivation of the age is both ripening those amongst us and fostering the oncoming of more, so that there is much beauty spread about the path of civilised man.

There are a few artists to be found now and again who are not primarily men, moving in Society, Bohemia, or otherwhere, and very pleasant fellows, with art as their daily pursuit or recreation ; but who are first and foremost and altogether the slaves of the lamp of Beauty, and must serve that ideal with their lives, being men of the world only when the utmost of service has been drawn from them, and they may emerge from the sphere which is the truly real to them, to enter into that external life which is the truly real to most of us. With such as these art must be, to use the words of Edgar Poe, “not a purpose, but a passion,” and he goes on to say that “the passions should be held in reverence; they must not, they cannot, at will be excited, with an eye to the paltry compensations, or the more paltry commendations, of mankind.” Every worker of this kind is to some extent an offering on a shrine, as compared with one who can sacrifice when and what he will, or not at all. This absorption of a person in a pursuit must take place, to a greater or less degree, whenever the message of a new presentment of beauty or thought is being introduced to the world. Almost invariably, too, the devotion of any kind of genius is for a long time a thankless offering, nay, is often rejected and scorned by the generality, who are content with things as they are, and see no reason why accepted fashions should have to face an uncompromising new ideal ; but are unconsciously saying to themselves, in one way or other:

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