Amabel Vaughan.*

Tyssen found himself one day in the unfamiliar part of London in Avhich Mr . Brig ' s parish lay , and after that they often met . Then one day Mr . Tyssen induced his friend , Lord Kilmalloch , to accompany him to Trinity Church , and the noble lord was very much p leased Avith the vicar ' s earnestness and manifest piety , and afterwards offered him a very good family living Avhich happened to fall in about this time . Mr . Brig had been ill Avith typhoid fevercaught whilst "visiting some sick

par-, ishioner Avho lived in one of the evil-smelling , badly-drained parts of his parish , and they were many , alas ! Poor Miss Griss had succumbed indeed to the dread disease , and the clergyman AA'as left alone : Then Mabel had come to him , and had kept his house now for more than a twelvemonth .

Mi - . Brig , at Brakesbourne Eectory , had more time on his hands than when he was in the midst of a teeming population , and Avas able to turn his attention to those literary pursuits Avhich had first macle him fame at Oxford , and Avon him the JNTe'A'degate , and one or two articles of his on theological and ecclesiastical questions had made their mark . Lord Kilmalloch , a A'ery good Churchman , recognised and admired his learning , and bore testimony to his ivorth as a parish priest in the proper quarter , and just before

Mi ' . Seymour ' s death he AA'as appointed to a canonry in Ca . nchester Cathedral . Canon Brig ' s first three months' term of residence in the old cathedral toAvn of Canchester Avas noAV at an end . They had left his new residence , which' Avas in the cathedral precincts , and knoAvn as the Oaks , AA'ith regret , for it Avas a quaint old house AAnth a lovely kiAvn and terrace garden , bonneted by the city Avail , and Avith an old mined fort croAvning the terraced slopea " coign of vantage" from AA'hich one had a beautiful

, view of the great Bell Harry ToAver , and the eastern end of the statel y fabric in Avhich some of our mightiest kings and princes AA'ere buried centuries ago , and a crowd of memories centred round the spot of traditions and events reaching baok a thousand years or more , far aAvay to the times Avhen Christianity itself AA'as young , and Britain itself slowly emergine ; from barbarism .

But the worthy canon did not altogether like the look of Mabel ' s pale face , and large , lustrous melancholy eyes—and he had taken her to Paris in hopes that the change might do her good . It Avas July , and they Avere walking through the galleries of the Louvre , accompanied by young Gilbert Dawson , who was spending his holidays with them . Dawson AA'as strolling off to look at some French battle-piece , where the French and English AA'ere in action , and the French were getting A'ery much the best

of it , much to Gilbert ' s disgust ; Mabel was lingering over a lovely picture of the Madonna , AA'hich AA'as not at all to the Blue Coat Boy ' s taste . Uncle Brig had gone to look for the boy at the other end of the vast chamber ; of course , AA'ith spectacles on nose and guide-book in hand , he AA'as prepared to be " the good Mr . Barlow" for the occasion , and instruct his young protege as to the perversion of history—and everything else from HebreAv to conic sections . DaAvson liked his

elderly relative as much as most boys do , but he strongly objected to be instructed , so he was always dodging his Severance and enjoying himself in his own Avay . Presently , young Dawson heard the familiar phrase , " Hullo , Brother Crug ! " And tinning round , saw-a pleasant , grave-looking stranger , Avith curly brown hair , and a rather military aspect .

" Well , young fellow , " said the stranger , " it does me good to see a Blue Coat Boy in Paris . I AA'as a Blue Coat Boy once . " "Were you ? " said the boy—and they were friends in a moment . And young Dawson AA'as very communicative , and told the gentleman he had come over with his cousins , one of whom was a Canon of Canchester .

" Whats your name , my boy ? " the gentleman said , giving him a four-franc piece . " Dawson , " the boy answered , thanking him like a gentlemanly little felloAV as he Avas , for his cadence—quite frankly . "Dawson . ! " the gentleman exclaimed , Avith a little start , which was Iwever quite perceptible to the sharp eyes of the boy . " What age are you ? " he said , Avith nervous eagerness . " Thirteen , " said young Dawson , Avondering what possible interest the gentleman could haA'e in his age .