2: _Vide_ Scott's _Life_.]
[Footnote 3: Upton's _Faery Queen_, Vol. I. xiv.]
[Footnote 4: See Wood's _Athenae Oxonienses_.]
[Footnote 5: See Hunter's _New illustrations of Shakspeare_,
Vol. II. p. 280.]
[Footnote 6: Book II. Canto vi. etc.--See Black's _Life
of Tasso_, Vol. II. p. 150.]
[Footnote 7: Upton, Vol. I. p. 14.--_Faery Queen_, Book
VI. Canto vi. st. 10, 17.]
[Footnote 8: _Vide_ that to Queen Anne.]
[Footnote 9: Cornwallis's _Essays_, p. 99.]
[Footnote 10: Camden's Remains, folio, 1614, p.164.]
[Footnote 11: _Iliad_, Z. 265.]
[Footnote 12: _Faery Queen_, Book VI. Canto x.]
[Footnote 13: Sonnet lxix.]
[Footnote 14: Sonnets lxxiii, lxxv, and lxxxii.]
[Footnote 15: Sonnet i.]
[Footnote 16: Sonnet viii.]
[Footnote 17: Sonnet xvii.]
[Footnote 18: Sonnet lxi.]
[Footnote 19: Sonnet lxxix.]
[Footnote 20: Sonnet lxxxiii.]
[Footnote 21: Stanza 9.]
[Footnote 22: Stanza 13.]
[Footnote 23: Verstigan's _Restitution of Decayed Intelligence_,
p. 226.]

MISS WIMPLE'S HOOP.
[Concluded.]

CHAPTER III.

A year had passed since Maddy's flitting. The skimped delaine was
sadly rusty,--Miss Wimple very poor. The profits of the Hendrik
Athenaeum and Circulating Library accrued in slow and slender pittances.
A package of envelopes now and then, a few lead pencils, a box of
steel pens, a slate pencil to a school-boy, were all its sales.
Almost the last regular customer had seceded to the "Hendrik Book
Bazaar and Periodical Emporium,"--a pert rival, that, with
multifarious new-fangled tricks of attractiveness, flashed its
plate-glass eyes and turned up its gilded nose at Miss Wimple from
the other side of the way.

But Miss Wimple's proud and honorable fund for the relief of the
shop, by no means fell off. As she had anticipated, her expert and
nimble needle was in steady demand by all the folks of Hendrik who
had fine sewing to give out. Her earnings from this source were
considerable; and, severely stinting herself in the very necessaries
of life by a strained ingenuity of economy, to which the skimped
delaine--turned and altered to the utter exhaustion of the cleverest
dressmaker's invention, and magically rejuvenated, as though again
and again dipped in the fountain of perpetual youth--bore conclusive
testimony, she bravely reinforced her fund from time to time.

Miss Wimple's repasts were neither frequent nor sumptuous; "all the
delicacies of the season" hardly found their way to her tab