SCHOOL DAYS AT ST. MARY'S.

odd and old-fashioned than ever, and she tried to
make herself perfect in the knowledge of these little
peculiarities, so that she might mimic them and set
the girls laughing some day in the week when it was
especially needful they should be quiet. Just in front
of Susan Parry was a lady with a fine new bonnet, and
its poppies, and wheatears, and broad black ribbons
immediately reminded her of a bonnet which a lady
she knew had brought from Paris the summer before.
This friend of Susan's had been in Paris during the
revolution which drove Louis Philippe over to Eng-
land, and her nerves had been so shattered by all she
had undergone, that a few weeks after her return home
she died of lock-jaw. Susan remembered all the cir-
cumstances vividly, and her mind was soon occupied
with speculations about the pain and the terror of this
fearful disease. Lydia Snowdon was taking a second,
and liked to hear its telling effect with so many
trebles; and her eyes, bent on her book, served
well enough to convey to her the fact that one cr two
strangers were looking at her, evidently struck with her
fine voice. Emily Grey, the tall girl in deep mourn-
ing, was feeling very sad, for the tune of the hymn
was a favourite of her dear sister Ruth, who had died
last summer; and as its sweet, joyous tones rose and
fell, she was again with that beloved sister, side by
side, in their own church at home, close by the win-
dow at which the ivy tapped every time the wind was
in the west. This made her wonder whether the
rooks had begun to build in the old elms close by the
rectory, and she was musing on the robin's nest they
had found last spring in the old tool-house, when the
hymn ended, and all knelt down for the prayer be-
fore the sermon.
 The text was given out; "Not with eye-service, ag