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EDITED BY CHRISTABEL R. COLERIDGE
NE TV SERIES-VIII.
PARTS DXXI. TO DXXVI., JULY-DEC., 1894.
A. D. INNES AND CO.,
All in a Garden-Fowls. By Phil Robinson .
By Fits and Starts. By L. B. Walford
Cameos from English History. By C. M. Yonge :
120, 244, 372, 499, 622, 746
117, 241, 369, 497, 621, 743
Decapitation of the Sleeping Ojibbeway. By Ralph Roberts, M.A.
Fields of my Childhood, The. By Katharine T. Hinkson
Girls' Room, The .
113, 234, 363, 493, 617, 739
Harlech Castle. By Quilla
National Gallery, In the. By Cosmo Monkhouse :-
VI.—The Human Form Divine
Obstinate Old Woman, An. By Mabel Quiller Couch
I.--Their Character .
Revelations of a Revolution. By E. Gerard
Sailors who swim from the Head, The. By C. M. Yonge
91, 219, 343, 471, 601, 722
By E. C. l'ansittart 177
l'illage Heroine, A. By Fergus Mackenzie
THE MONTHLY PACKET.
MY LADY ROTHA.
BY STANLEY WEYMAN, AUTHOR OF 'A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE,'
'THE HOUSE OF THE WOLF, ETC. Copyrighted in America by Stanley 7. Weyman, 1894.
IN A GREEN VALLEY. He was as good as his word. Before the sun had been up an hour six of the mutineers, chosen by lot from a hundred of the more guilty, dangled from a great tree which overhung the brook, and were already forgotten-so short are soldiers' memories-in the hurry and bustle of a new undertaking. The slope of the ridge which divided us from the neighbouring valley was soon dotted with parties of men making their way up it, through bracken and furze which reached nearly to the waist; while the horse under Count Waska rode slowly off to make the circuit of the hill and enter the next valley by an easier road.
My lady chose to climb the hill on foot, in the track of the pikemen, though the heavy dew, which the sun had not yet drunk up, soon drenched her skirts, and she might, had she willed it, have been carried to the top on men's shoulders. The fern and long grass delayed her and made our progress slow, so that the general's dispositions were in great part made when we reached the summit. He was still busy, however, but he had eyes for us. He came at once and placed us in a small coppice of fir trees that crowned one of the knobs of the ridge. From YOL, 88 (VIII.— NEW SERIES).