"Oh yes, we are going home, Mairi," was the answer she got, but the
tone in which it was uttered filled her mind with doubt, and something
like despair.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]


* * * * *




THE LAST OF THE IDYLLS.


"Ended at last
Those wondrous dreams, so beautifully told!
It seems that I have through enchantment passed,
And lived and loved in that fair court of old.

"Yes, yes, I know--
The old Greek idylls about which you rave,
Theocritus and his melodious flow
Of verse, and all that Moschus sang o'er Bion's grave.

"You've shown me oft
How far superior all that _they_ have said--
That Tennyson has learned to soar aloft
By seeking inspiration from the greater dead.