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tracted no particular observation. - 

 Grinstead. 



•0. A., East 



The Scarlet Runner. — As the frosts have al- 

 ready destroyed, in many places, the tops of the 

 scarlet runners, I would recommend the roots 

 to be immediately taken up, and carefully 

 stored away in damp sand or mould, in a dark 

 cellar or shed, where they may remain until the 

 first week in April, They should then be 

 planted one foot apart. By this arrangement, 

 you will pick beans nearly a month sooner than 

 by sowing seed. — E. Bennett, Perdisivell. 



[This is a suggestion that should be univer- 

 sally attended to. The produces will be finer, as 

 well as earlier; and disappointment will not 

 attend the sowing of seed.] 



True Charity. — True charity, Mr. Editor, is 

 that which would, — 



" Do good by stealth, 

 And blush to find it fame." 



As there does not exist very much of this charity 

 amongst us, let me send you a little " Im- 

 promptu " that may serve to call it into more 

 active exercise. The lines were suggested by 

 one of those inconsiderable springs, whose 

 source is imperceptible : — ■ 



Gentle Pilgrim ! See in me 

 An emblem of True Charity! 

 For whilst my bounties I bestow, 

 I am not heard nor seen to flow : 

 All my supplies are fresh from Heaven, 

 For every drop of water given. 



M. 



The Lihj. — The Lily, Mr. Editor, is expressed 

 by the term Shushan in Hebrew, which denotes 

 light; and is said to have its name from the pro- 

 perty it possesses of reflecting light. One of the 

 capital cities in Persia is named Shushan, from 

 the abundance of lilies of a beautiful kind which 

 grow in its neighborhood. They were common 

 in Judca, and grew there in the open fields. 

 Hence, the allusion to them in the passage— 

 " And why take ye thought for raiment ? Con- 

 sider the lilies of the field." — Agnes P. 



THE GREEN- SILK BONNET. 



BY " MOTLEY.' 



( Concluded from pagv 303 . ) 



" What shall I do ?" sobbed the deserted 

 Mrs. Lennox, about half an hour after her 

 husband's departure. " Miserable woman ! 

 What can have changed him so ?" 



Eing a ting-ring-ting. 



" I can't see anybody," pursued the afflicted 

 lady. " Mary — not at home, mind." 



" It's Miss Smith, Ma'am, called about the 

 bonnet. Shall I show her up ?" 



" No — yes — she may come." 



A little bustling woman appeared, in obe- 

 dience to the summons, and curtseying, hum- 

 bly wished Mrs. Lennox a good afternoon. 



I particularly 

 I must have it 



" Very sorry indeed, Ma'am, but it really 

 was not our fault. I assure you the bonnet 

 would have been home yesterday, if it had 

 depended on m." 



" Have you brought it now ?" inquired 

 Mrs. Lennox. 



" I assure you, Ma'am, we are not to 

 blame ; but the new trimming has not 

 been begun." 



"Not begun! and when 

 told you, Miss Smith, that 

 home to day, when I wish to surprise my 

 husband. Oh, it's too bad !" 



" It is too bad, Ma'am," chimed in the im- 

 perturbable forewoman, " but it is a lesson to 

 us not to give work to young, flighty girls. 

 But in a day or two — " 



" A day or two, indeed ! no, I must beg of 

 you to send it home this very evening. Why 

 do you stand there ? Don't you hear me ?" 



" Yes, Ma'am, I hear, but it can't be sent 

 to-night." 



"Why not?" 



" Because — to tell the whole truth, Ma'am, 

 we haven't got it." 



" Not got it ? Who has then ?" 



" Miss Baffin had it to make up, Ma'am, 

 and it is supposed that she made off with it, 

 for neither she nor your bonnet are to be 

 found. But I'll try, Ma'am," added she, see- 

 ing a storm was brewing, " I'll try what can 

 be done. Perhaps our people may have 

 heard something of it. Good afternoon, 

 Ma'am." 



And before Mrs. Lennox could get a word 

 out, Miss Smith was half-way down stairs, 

 congratulating herself on her lucky escape. 



Time wore on, and no Mr. Lennox return- 

 ed ; the dinner hour arrived, and the unfor- 

 tunate wife sat down alone, with as little ap- 

 petite as possible. Not even her favorite 

 dish, a sweetbread, beautifully dressed, could 

 tempt -her ; she motioned everything away, 

 and returned to the drawing-room even more 

 cheerless and dispirited than when she en- 

 tered it, 



Meanwhile, her husband, after leaving his 

 friend Lacy, strode through the streets, un- 

 certain whither to bend his steps ; he turned 

 up St. James's Street, and thence into Picca- 

 dilly, half doubting whether to return home 

 or not, when his wandering thoughts were 

 collected by a glimpse of the identical green 

 silk bonnet at a little distance before him. 

 Could his eye deceive him? Impossible ! It 

 must be her, his false, fickle Emily. Should 

 he overtake her, and satisfy himself ? No ; he 

 decided on following her, and tracking her 

 slowly, but surely, Avherever she went : in 

 pursuance of which plan, he accommodated 

 his pace to hers, and after about ten minutes' 

 walk through back streets and bye-lanes, 

 emerged at a little distance behind her into 

 Regent Street. Crossing over the way, she 



