very grand, that I
know. Many of the old `Victory's' attended his coffin to his grave in
Saint Paul's Cathedral. When they were lowering his flag into the
tomb--that flag which had truly so long and so gloriously waved in the
battle and the breeze--we seized on it and tearing it in pieces, vowed
to keep it as long as we lived, in remembrance of our noble chief. Here
is my bit--see, I keep it safe in this case near my heart."

England's greatest military chief now lies by the side of one who had no
equal on the ocean, in the heart of her metropolis. Within the walls of
her finest cathedral, what more appropriate mausoleum could be found for
Britain's two most valiant defenders, Heaven-sent surely in the time of
her greatest need to defend her from the hosts of her vaunting foes.

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Note 1. Lord Hood was commander-in-chief. The object of the attack was
to co-operate with the patriot Corsicans, who, under their well-known
gallant general Paoli, desired to liberate themselves from the yoke of
France, then ruled by the tyrannical and cruel Convention. The story of
the struggles of Corsica to gain her independence is deeply interesting.

CHAPTER FOUR.

AN ADVENTURE ON THE BLACK MOUNTAIN, BY FRANCES M. WILBRAHAM.

"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares."

"A story! Why, children, you certainly are the most persevering little
beggars for a story I ever encountered! Well, a story you shall have,
as your lessons were, I must say, particularly well said, this morning,
and, moreover, the afternoon _does_ look hopelessly wet."

A chorus of thanks responded to this promise; then Janie's demure voice
was heard asking, "Is it to be a true story, aunt, about some of the
foreign countries you have resided in? If so, I will bring the atlas."
Here Millie broke in eagerly, "Oh dear, I hope it is to be a romantic
story, full of murders, and caverns, and nice dark-eyed bandits isn't
it, Aunt Cattie?"

Aunt Cattie smiled inwardly at the contrast between these twin sisters,
yet their resemblance to their former selves when, six years before, she
had visited England. It was the same Janie who, at seven years old,
devoured books of geography and history, but laid down Aesop's Fables in
disgust, unable to detect truth embedded in fiction. It was the same
Millie who used coaxingly to beg for stories "