faces all around; the pitying eye that lurked but here and there, until nature and imperishable truth broke loose from artificial restraints-these might not be apparent through the mists of the hurrying future, but the voice that called her to death, that she heard forever. THE OLD MINSTREL. SIR WALTER SCOTT. FROM THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.” The way was long, the wind was cold, The last of all the bards was he, Old times were changed, old manners gone, A stranger filled the Stuart's throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. He passed where Newark's stately tower The embattled portal-arch he passed, The duchess marked his weary pace, Though born in such a high degree; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb! When kindness had his wants supplied, And he began to talk anon, Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone, And how full many a tale he knew And would the noble duchess deign Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He could make music to her ear. The humble boon was soon obtained, The pitying duchess praised its chime, Was blended into harmony. And then he said he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again. And much he wished, yet feared, to try The long-forgotten melody. Amid the strings his fingers strayed, In varying cadence, soft or strong, big' ot, one prejudiced in favor of one's mien (men), bearing; manner. men'ial (yal), a servant. WHAT IS BETTER THAN SLAYING A DRAGON. CHARLOTTE M. YONGE. The island of Rhodes had become the home of the Knights of St. John, or Hospitallers, an order of sworn brethren who had arisen at the time of the Crusades. At first they had been merely monks, who kept open house for the reception of the poor penniless pilgrims who arrived at Jerusalem in need of shelter, and often of nursing and healing. The good monks not only fed and housed them, but did their best to cure the many diseases that they would catch in the toilsome journey in that feverish climate; and thus it has come to pass that the word hospitium, which in Latin only means an inn, has, in modern languages, given birth, on the one hand, to hotel, or lodging-house; on the other, to hospital, or house of healing. The hospital at Jerusalem was called after St. John the Almoner, a charitable bishop of old, and the brethren were Hospitallers. By and by, when the first Crusade was over, and there was a great need of warriors to maintain the Christian cause in Jerusalem, the Hospitallers thought it a pity that so many strong arms should be prevented from exerting themselves, by the laws that forbade the clergy to do battle, and they obtained permission from the Pope to become warriors as well as monks. They were thus all in one-knights, priests, and nurses; their monasteries were both castles and hospitals; and the sick pilgrim or wounded Crusader was sure of all the best tendance and medical care that the times could afford, as well as of all the ghostly comfort and counsel that he might need, and, if he recovered, he was escorted safely down to the seashore by a party strong enough to protect him from the hordes of robber Arabs. All this was for charity's sake, and without reward. Surely the constitution of the order was as |