SCHOOL DAYS AT ST. MARY)'S.

 Miss Wilmot was rather tired. Monday was a
 morning she was always glad to have over, for, though
 she tried not to dread it, and so make it worse, there
 was Julia's music lesson before morning school, which
 always tried her greatly. She taught six of the girls
 music, the rest learned with the master, but she would
 willingly have taken all the school beside in preference
 to this one unruly girl. On this particular Monday
 morning the last week's lesson was, as usual, fairly
 known, but in taking the new one Julia seemed more
 stupid and obstinate than ever. She had really not
 much taste for music, but she was a very quick girl,
 and could have done much better if she would. She
 began her new study with the old grumble: "I can't
 read it-I don't know the notes." Then she began to
 argue about the position of her hands; it was of no
 consequence, she said, and she believed Dr. Mellor was
 not half so particular. Then she said she could not
 count, she had no idea of time, and never should
 have; and, finally, after trying Miss Wilmot's patience
 to its utmost limit, which was what she intended, she
 came to the end of her lesson as the nine o'clock bell
 rang, and the much-enduring teacher was released.
 There was one comfort, she knew Julia was am-
bitious, and would not be outdone if possible, and,
therefore, tiresome as she might be in taking her
lesson, she would be sure to practise it carefully by
herself. But these lessons always mortified Miss
Wilmot extremely, she felt so keenly she had no con-
trol over the girl, and that she saw it.
 The school business went on very smoothly after
Mrs. Palmer came in, but about eleven she was called
out, and had to leave the class, who were reading
Grecian History with her. Miss Wilmot was giving
music lessons, and Mademoiselle had the younger