ow reached the spot on which the old woman stood,-with Lily's fai

er; out of his bed now. The young

ake haste home now; you must not

curtsied, and went

is the best doctor in the place? Though if she goes on making so ma

d Lily, "that you scolded me for

o believe that there was a fairy charm in the arrowr

h a pretty note from Clemmy, Mr. Emlyn, asking me to come up this evening and se

?" said Mr. Em

a grave inclination of her head to his silent bow. But now she turned

under the protection of a Fair

hand to him over the palings. "Good-day; I he

d which they heard the thrill of her

t it never seems to do them the good that her little dishes made by her own tiny hands do; and I don't know if you noticed the basket that old woman took away,-Miss Lily taught Will Somers to make the prettiest little baskets; and she puts her jellies or other savouries into dainty porcelain gallipots

ed, but mad

stopped and pointed towards the church, of which the spire rose a little to the left, with two aged yew-trees half

its to make; among others, to poor Haley, husband to the old woman you saw. I read to hi

village and spent half-an-hour with Will, looking at the pretty baskets Lily had taugh

eir aspiring leaves to the very summit of the stately tower as by the slender roses which had been trained to climb up a foot or so of the massive buttresses. The site of the burial-ground was unusually picturesque: sheltered towards the north by a rising ground clothed with woods, sloping down at the south t

tative temperament; and he remained there long, forgetful of time, an

p with a start, and beheld Lily standing before him mute and still. Her image was so present in his thoughts at the

should find my steps attracted towards its most venerable building. Even the most careless traveller, halting at some remote abodes of the livin

that this tomb, the grandest and oldest in the burial-ground, is tenanted by some member of a family named Montfichet, that was once very powerful in the county, and has become extinct since the reign of Henry VI. But," added Lily, "there is not a letter of the name Montfichet left. I found out more than any

ne than mine, I think it is AL, not EL, and that it seems as if there had been a letter between L and the second E, which is now effaced. The tomb itself is not likely to

d some one loved her, and built over her the finest tomb he could afford; and see how long the epitaph must have been! how much i

ut of so slender a thread. But even if true, there is no reason

ead, if I can look down, I think it would please me to s

was a simple cross at the head and a narrow border of flowers round it. Lily knelt beside the flowers and

hough I tried hard: she was so fond of me, and died in my arms. No, let me not

void between tw

ween existenc

are those?"

hem from Lion. Don't you

ore pleasing to most of us. See how soft and gentle and bright is all that living summer lan

on. "I planted these flowers: Mr. Emlyn was angry with me; he said it was 'Popish.' But he had not the heart to have them taken up; I come here very often to see to them. Do you think it wro

r bosom, and as she repassed the to