Chapter IX: Part II: The Friends in the Rock (5)

When they had again partaken of the contents of the boiling cauldron, Orm and Aslog went into the hall, and found there a stair which led up to a room just below the hide-covered roof. This and the room in which they had passed the night were the only apartments of the house, but they contained all that was necessary for a life of retirement. There was no sign of any inhabitant, yet it seemed as if some one had lately been there, whose hand had lovingly arranged everything for the poor homeless ones. They understood the silent language, and they remained henceforth contentedly in the house, enjoying the sweet feeling that they had at last a home.

Orm never cast his net into the sea without drawing out a rich supply of delicious fish; the snares he set in the morning for the birds were never empty at evening. The fruit-trees bore abundantly, and Aslog found plenty of employment in gathering and storing the rich harvest.

Summer passed away, and the short autumn was drawing towards its close, when a lovely baby boy came to cheer the hearts of Orm and Aslog through the dreary winter. The child was called Saemund, and seemed to his parents a pledge of future reconciliation.

One day Orm was holding his little son in his arms, and watching with delight his baby smiles, and Aslog stood at the fire preparing the midday meal, when a tall shadow passed the window, the heavy house door swung open, and a loud knocking was heard at the door of the room. Aslog let the spoon fall in terror, and even brave Orm pressed his boy closer to his heart as the visitor entered.

A gigantic woman stepped into the room. Her stature was greater than Orm and Aslog had ever seen among their own powerful nation. She wore a sky-blue robe with a silver-embroidered hem; a golden fillet bound her long snow-white hair, and on her once beautiful features centuries of joy and grief seemed to have left their traces.

"Do not be afraid," said the majestic visitor, with gentle gravity; "this is my island and my house, but I gladly gave them up to you when I knew of your distress. Only one thing I ask of you. Christmas Eve is drawing near. For that one night let me have the room for a few hours, while we hold our yearly festivity. But you must promise me two things--not to speak a word while our feast lasts, and not to make any attempt to see what is going on in the room below. If you grant this request you may live here undisturbed, and enjoy my protection until you wish to leave the island."

With lightened hearts Orm and Aslog gave the promise, then the majestic lady bowed her silvery head in gracious farewell, and passed out through the door.

It was Christmas Eve; Aslog had cleaned and tidied the room with even more than her ordinary care. The boards were snow-white, and Orm strewed them with finely-cloven fir-twigs. The fire burned brightly on the neatly-swept hearth, and above it hung the shining cauldron. Aslog rolled her baby in the softest of the skins that served to cover her bed, and went with Orm to the upper room, where they sat down beside the warm chimney of the apartment below, which passed of necessity through this second storey.

For a long time all was silent. Suddenly a sweet, soft sound was heard; others followed, and soon the music swelled in waves of melody through the night air. Aslog listened entranced, while Orm went to the gable end of the roof, and, since this was not forbidden, opened the shutter which in the daytime served to let in air and light.

There was motion over the whole island. Little shrivelled forms, with grave and aged faces, were bustling about with blazing torches in their hands. They ran dry-shod over the waves, and made their way to the rock that guarded the entrance to the bay. When they reached it they placed themselves in a circle round it, and sat down on the ground in respectful humility. Then a tall form approached from the centre of the island. The dwarfs opened their circle to admit her, and Orm recognised by the flickering light the noble lady who had a few days before paid them so unlooked-for a visit. Her sky-blue robe and the gold in her hair gleamed with even more than their former brilliance. She stepped up to the rock, threw her arms round the cold stone, and remained so for a moment in a silent embrace. Suddenly the stone acquired life and motion. The gigantic limbs were freed from their petrifaction, the hair rolled down over the shoulders, the eyes began to glow once more with life. As if awaking from the sleep of death, the giant rose, seized the hand of the stately lady whose loving embrace had called him back to life, and they both turned towards the house, whither the dwarfs accompanied them with flaming torches and heart-enthralling melody. The ground seemed to tremble beneath the tread of the giants. Soon they reached the house-door. Then Orm shut the shutter, and groped his way back to where his wife sat beside the chimney.

Below there was rattling of dishes and the patter of many feet; the young couple heard every sound through the wide chimney. The strong voice of the rock giant sounded like thunder to human ears, and the voice of the lady, which Orm and Aslog had heard once before, was like the powerful notes of some musical instrument. Tables and chairs were moved, drinking-horns were knocked together; the feast was beginning, and now was heard once more that music which had before so overwhelmed Aslog with delight. Then an irresistible longing seized her to see the wondrous company which Orm had described to her. She rose and groped for a crack in the floor through which it was possible to see into the room below. Orm in silence held out his hand to check her fatal rashness, but the movement woke the sleeping babe, who, terrified by the unwonted sounds below, raised a cry that went to the mother's heart. Forgetting everything now but her child's distress, she began, as was her wont, to soothe him with caressing words. Then suddenly an awful cry and a wild tumult arose below, the music ceased, and through the door rushed the dwarfs in wild commotion. Their torches went out, the noise of their flight sounded but a few moments, then night and silence reigned over the place which a minute before had resounded with festive merriment.

In deadly terror Aslog had sunk back on her seat, tremblingly awaiting the fate that her rashness had called down on her dear ones. They were anxious hours that they spent now in the dark upper room, almost more anxious than those of their flight and of that hard struggle with the waves. At last the morning dawned. A clear sunbeam shot through a hole in the shutter and awoke the boy, who began to cry with cold and hunger. Then her love for her child overcame her fear, and Aslog persuaded her husband to go down with her and learn their fate. They descended the stairs, trembling at every step. Now they stood at the door of the room and listened. There was no sound--all was still as death. At last they lifted the latch; Aslog pressed her child to her heart and entered the room. A loud cry escaped her lips. At the far end of the room, at the seat of honour at the table, sat the mighty giant whose awakening Orm had witnessed; but life had again left his veins, and he sat there a cold, grey mass of rock. It seemed to Aslog that the stony hand which still grasped the drinking-horn might yet be raised to hurl destruction at her and her dear ones. She gazed in speechless terror at the rock-giant, her eyes passing slowly from the motionless head to the massive folds of the stone garment. Then she perceived another form, sunk motionless, as in deepest anguish, on the floor. The face was pressed against the cold stone, but the blue robe with the silver-embroidered hem and the flowing white hair told the terrified Aslog who it was.

"Andfind, my Andfind!" moaned the giant lady, raising her face at last, "thou wilt never again smile on thy faithful Guru, and rejoice with her at thy short space of life and freedom."

Aslog uttered a cry, but not, as before, of terror for her own fate, but of anguish and remorse. Her bitter sobbing caused even the grief-stricken giantess to raise her head.

"Do not weep so," she said gently, "and do not be afraid; I could indeed easily kill you, and break this house, which I gave you as your home, like a child's toy. It is true that your forgetfulness has caused untold anguish to me, but the revenge of the powerful must be--forgiveness! Then do not weep, for there is nothing to fear."

"Oh, that is not all!" sobbed Aslog. "The names which you named, noble lady, cut me to the heart. They remind me of a legend which I often heard when a child about Guru, the beautiful giant-maiden, who was obliged to flee from cruel Odin with her beloved Andfind. The story of their fate always touched me deeply, and I thought when I heard these names that you might perhaps be that Guru, and this thought added fresh bitterness to my remorse."

The giantess appeared sunk in dreamy meditation.

"And do they remember us still in the old Fatherland?" she said at length; "and are there yet any halls remaining of Hrungnir's castle?"

"No, noble lady," answered Aslog, "they have all long since crumbled to dust, for many centuries have passed over Norway since those days. It is true a proud castle still looks down on the foaming waves, but it is owned by Saemund, whose only child I am."

"Our fate, O daughter of my former home, is wondrously alike," said Guru; "but your life will end more joyfully than mine. We lived here in undisturbed happiness for many centuries, for it was to this island that our trusty bark bore us after that night of death. This house, which my husband's strong arm built for our home, is small and poor compared with my father's halls, but we did not miss the lost splendour. The days went by in quiet happiness, and we felt no longings after the land which drove out us and our friends. The dwarfs also, who like us had turned their backs on an inhospitable country, settled round about on the little islands, and lived there in the heart of the earth in peace and contentment. Every Christmas Eve we met in this room, and held festival as our forefathers did even before your religion had spread to these northern lands. Centuries passed away, and one evening I was standing with Andfind at the shore of our island looking out over the sea. On the northern horizon appeared a stately ship, and Andfind, whose eye was sharper than the eagle's, and had power to see into the future, recognised in the man at the prow a powerful foe of the freedom of Norway and of our authority. It was Olaf, whom you call a saint, who, not long afterwards, overcame the princes of Norway in one night, and destroyed the last vestiges of the old customs. All this my husband's prudent foresight saw, and with a mighty effort he blew the waves to fury with his breath, so that they threatened to break Olaf's proud ship to pieces. But the invader spoke some prayer such as you uttered when you approached our shores, and the raging sea grew calm. Then Andfind put forth his hand to push back the vessel as it drew near the shore, but Olaf, raising his hands towards heaven, said, in a tone of stern reproof--'Stand thou there a stone henceforth!' Immediately the eyes in which I had been wont to read my husband's every wish were closed, the hand that had grasped mine lovingly grew cold and hard, the form so full of life and beauty turned to unfeeling stone, and my beloved Andfind stood a grey, lifeless rock upon the shore. The invaders sailed on towards the coast of Norway, and I remained in dreary desolation on the now lonely island. Only once a year, on Christmas Eve, petrified giants are allowed a few hours of life if one of their own race embraces them, and thus sacrifices centuries of his own lifetime. I loved my husband too dearly not to offer this sacrifice willingly, that he and I might enjoy yearly a few hours of intercourse. I never counted how many times he woke to life at my embrace, how many centuries of my life I yielded for his sake; I did not wish to know the day when I, as I embraced him, should likewise turn to stone, and stand henceforth on the shore one for ever with my Andfind. Now all is over," Guru concluded; "I may never more awake my beloved one, for a human eye, a human voice has disturbed the sacred festival of our spirit-race. Stone must my Andfind remain till that day when all the rocks and mountains of old Norway will perish in the ruin of the world."

She threw her arms once more round the cold stone, lifted her golden harp from the floor, and then turned to Orm and Aslog, who had listened in silent grief.

"Farewell!" she said; "I leave you my protection and my blessing. Yours are henceforth the costly vessels that adorned our festive board; I need them no more. Live still in peace and happiness in this house until you return to receive Saemund's forgiveness, and live a life of gladness on the site of my old home."

She passed out, and her sorrowing guests followed her to the door. Without once looking back, she glided away through the leafless trees; her blue robe gleamed far away over the snow-covered plain. Orm and Aslog watched her crossing the waves to the little islands; then they saw her no more.

Had she descended to the music of her golden harp into the cold billows? or did she go to rule as queen in the kingdom of dwarfs? Orm and Aslog never knew her fate, but her prophecies of good were richly fulfilled.

Sickness and misfortune kept far aloof from their island home. They were happy in their mutual love, strong in body, cheerful in spirit, contented even in their isolation. Their boy grew daily in beauty, strength, and obedience; the trees bore double fruit, the sea yielded its tribute more freely than ever, and the bird-snares were never empty. Sunshine and the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and they drank in life and happiness at every breath. And when winter came, the storm raged round the house, and the thick snowflakes whirled through the cracking fir branches against the window, then the little family sat cosily in their sheltered home; the dry wood blazed brightly on the hearth, and at the cheerful fireside sat Aslog making nets, while Orm carved away at a new oar, and the child listened eagerly to the tales of Old Norway.

Year after year rolled away, and left no traces of care on the faces of the lonely exiles, save that when Aslog thought of her father a shadow crossed her white brow, and the old longing awoke for his love and forgiveness.

It was the beginning of spring. The fruit-trees wore their wreaths of blossoms, and the sunbeams played through the dark fir branches on the roof of the lonely house. The door opened, and Orm, accompanied by Aslog and the boy, stepped out, bearing one of the precious vessels which Guru had left as a parting gift to her guests. The utensils which her motherly hand had provided had become worn out in the course of years, and Orm was going to the coast of Norway to sell the golden goblet, and buy the needed utensils with its price. He had long postponed this step, for he still feared the sharp eye of treachery and revenge; but their need was pressing, and there could be no longer delay.

The parting was a bitter one. Aslog embraced him again and again, and even Guru's prophetic words had lost their power to comfort. But Orm, although his heart was far from light, soothed her with a promise of a quick return; then he tore himself away, sprang into a boat, and pushed from the shore.

The boat flew like a sea-mew over the waves, through the circle of little islands, and out into the open sea. A wind as fresh as that which had favoured their flight came now from the north to swell the white sail. Orm drew in the oars and watched how his boat darted over the gleaming waves. He directed his course towards the south-east. As it was drawing towards noon the coasts of his native land appeared above the horizon; and long before the set of sun the boat sailed up the narrow waters of the Trondheim Fiord, and landed at the quay of the old royal city. Orm passed the streets with hurried steps, and with the precious vessel under his arm he entered the shop of a goldsmith.

The man seemed amazed at the rich metal and the rare and elaborate workmanship, paid without demur the price asked, and Orm hastened gladly to another building to choose his purchases. There was a great crowd of buyers, and fearing lest some old acquaintance should be among them, he turned aside, and examined the wares in silence.

"Welcome, friend! What's the news in your mountains?" said the merchant to a countryman who had just entered.

"Thanks, sir, not much good," replied the newcomer.

"What is wrong?" asked the merchant. "Is your master, rich Saemund, not well? Has he not yet submitted to his fate?"

Orm listened eagerly.

"It will soon be all over with him," replied the countryman; "his grief about his daughter is breaking his heart. He is ill, lonely, and sad. He has had it proclaimed through the whole land that he will forgive the fugitives everything if they will only return; and he has promised a great reward to any one who will bring him the smallest tidings of them. But they seem to have vanished from the earth, and it is most likely the old man will die without one of his kin to close his eyes in the last sleep."

Orm thought no more about his purchases; he thought only of Aslog and her dying father. Without being noticed in the crowd he left the shop. Scarcely had he turned the first corner when he ran at full speed to the quay, sprang down the steps, loosed his boat, and by the last rays of the setting sun he steered skilfully along the narrow fiord among all the larger vessels, and rowed towards the ocean. His heart beat with eager longing and delight. Had not a reconciliation with the father of his loved Aslog long been the most cherished wish of his heart as well as of hers, though he had been silent on the subject for Aslog's sake?

It was night when his boat glided out of the fiord and sailed out to sea. The wind, which had blown towards land all day, had turned, and, sweeping now from the Norwegian mountains, drove Orm's boat with the swiftness of an arrow over the waters. The moon rose clear and full above his native land, and the waves dashed their silver spray against the keel. Orm could not but think of that night when Aslog lay hungry and exhausted at his feet--behind him terror and treachery--before, an unknown future. The moon's clear radiance and the sparkling waves were the same then as now, but in all else how blessed was the change!

Thus the night passed, and when the east began to glow with red his boat glided between the little islands, and when the first full beam fell on the fir-tree tops he landed on the shore of his island home.

He scarcely took time to fasten the boat. Then he hastened under the blossoming fruit-trees--with empty hand, indeed, yet with a richer gift than Aslog would have dared to hope for.

And now he stood beside her couch. "Awake, awake, beloved one!" he whispered as he bent over her; "I bring news of your father, the best news that your heart could wish for--love and forgiveness!"

Then Aslog awoke, and her beaming eyes, the silent tears that fell over her clasped hands, told of even deeper joy than Orm had pictured to himself as he hastened home.

Soon all was bustle in the quiet room. Once more Aslog lit the fire, once more the breakfast bubbled in the cauldron, while she adorned herself and her boy in festive garments, and Orm carried Guru's gifts of gold and precious stones down to the boat. Once more they sat together at the table enjoying the provisions of Guru's hospitable home. They gazed at the lofty walls which had afforded them shelter, and sadly looked on the stony form of Andfind, who had for years been a silent member of the little household. Then Orm seized his wife's hand; and they left the house, carefully closing the door behind them, and followed the boy, who had run on before in his eagerness, towards the strand.

"Farewell, thou lovely island!" cried Orm, as he loosed the rope; "and if ever again hunted fugitives land on thy shore, be to them as sweet a home as thou hast been to us."

The child was already seated in the boat, playing with the beautiful vessels of gold and precious stones, and Aslog sat down beside him to tell him about his new home and his dear grandfather, while Orm dipped the oars, and the boat left the strand of the "Last Home of the Giants."

The sun was just about to sink into the sea; its rays cast a parting glance on the windows of the lonely castle, on the rock which had once resounded with mirth and revelry. And now the splendid halls were desolate. The servants, serving not out of love but out of fear, obeyed in sullen silence the commands of their gloomy master. The daughter, the only one whom his cold heart had ever loved, was lost to him. His old age was lonely and desolate. Then his pride yielded. "What if she has disgraced my house by choosing the servant instead of the prince?--still she is my child, my only one, and dear and loving she has always been to me! Oh, bring back my daughter, my Aslog, that I may look upon her face before I die!"

Rich were the rewards offered by the sorrowing father for the least tidings of his child, but he waited days and weeks in vain. She seemed lost to him for ever.

"Take me out, that I may see the sun as long as I have sight!" said he to his servants as the evening sun looked in at the castle windows.

The servants supported his tottering steps to the edge of the rock. Then he beckoned to them to go, and leave him with his sorrow.

The sun sank like a ball of fire into the ocean, and the sea rolled in purple waves from the farthest horizon, and broke them into golden spray at the foot of the castle rock.

"Would that my old age could be calm and clear, like this sweet evening, and would that my life might sink in brightness as the sun into the sea!"

Then he heard in the distance the splashing of oars, and his eye, keen as of old, looked eagerly towards the horizon. A boat, gently urged on by the wind, was sailing from the north-west. Nearer and nearer it came, and seemed to be directing its course to the rock where the old man sat. At the helm sat a manly form, and at the prow stood a graceful woman with a boy pressed closely to her side. Her hair gleamed golden, as his daughter's used to do; and now she raised her hand, and fluttered a white kerchief as in eager greeting. Saemund's heart beat with glad presentiment, he felt his weakness no longer, but raised himself, unaided, from the stone breastwork, and fixed his gaze on the approaching boat. Now the little vessel came up to the very foot of the rock, he heard the chain rattling round the post, and the sound of familiar voices was borne up to him on the evening air. It was no dream. There were light footsteps beside him, and when he turned to look, Aslog, his lost Aslog, knelt before him, her eyes full of humble penitence, and by her side knelt a fair-haired boy, who stretched out his hands to the old man, and echoed his mother's words in childish accents--"Oh, grandfather, forgive and love us!"

The old man opened his arms, and pressed the welcome suppliants to his heart, and as he kissed his lovely grandson, he said in a voice more mild and soft than was his wont--"Thank God, I shall not die in my loneliness after all!"

And he did not die. From day to day he felt more and more of his old vigour, and when he saw how tenderly Aslog loved her husband, what a faithful husband and father Orm was, and what a dutiful son to himself, he forgot all his disappointed hopes--even the royal diadem that Aslog had rejected. The love of his children and grandchildren made his last days his brightest, and thus the wish of that spring evening was fulfilled, his old age was calm and clear, and his life sank in brightness as the sun into the sea.

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_=Notes of Travel in Egypt and Nubia.=_ By J. L. STEPHENS. Revised and enlarged, with an account of the Suez Canal. Seventy-one Illustrations, Map, and Coloured Frontispiece. Crown octavo, cloth extra.

_=Fairyland Tales of Dwarfs, Fairies, Water-Sprites, &c.=_ From the German of Villamaria. Twenty-five Illustrations and Coloured Frontispiece. Crown octavo, cloth extra.

_=Robinson Crusoe.=_ By DANIEL DEFOE. A new and beautiful edition, with numerous Illustrations, Coloured Frontispiece and Title. Crown octavo, cloth extra.

_=The Vicar of Wakefield.=_ By OLIVER GOLDSMITH. Numerous Illustrations, Coloured Frontispiece and Title. Crown octavo, cloth extra.

With Full-page Original Illustrations, Coloured Frontispiece, and Illuminated Title-page. Post octavo, cloth, gold and black.

_=The Ship of Ice: a Strange Story of the Polar Seas.=_ By S. WHITCHURCH SADLER, R.N., Author of "Perilous Seas," "Marshall Vavasour," &c.

"Not only a 'Strange Story,' but one full of exciting
interest.... The author writes in a vigorous, manly style, and
the book is one which most English boys, with their love of
daring and adventure, are likely heartily to relish."--_Pall
Mall Gazette._

"A capital book of adventure."--_Manchester Guardian._

_=Chronicles of Cosy Nook: a Book of Stories for Boys and= Girls._ By Mrs. S. C. HALL.

"Mrs. Hall never in her best days wrote a better story for
youngsters."--_Morning Advertiser._

"This gifted lady and her husband are known to be among the
finest writers of children's books in this
country."--_Edinburgh Courant._

_=Country Maidens: a Story of the Present Day.=_ By M. BRAMSTON, Author of "The Panelled House," &c.

"A charming fresh little story, which must give pleasure to
both old and young ... deserves to be heartily
commended."--_Morning Post._

"As charming a tale of home life as we have often
met."--_Standard._

_=A Very Young Couple.=_ By the Author of "Mrs. Jerningham's Journal," "Miss Hitchcock's Wedding Dress," &c.

"A very lively and pleasant little tale."--_Spectator._

BOOKS AT TWO-AND-SIXPENCE.

With Coloured Frontispiece, Illuminated Title, and Full-page Original Illustrations.

_=Mildred's Mistake.=_ A Still-Life Study. By F. LEVIEN, Author of "Little Ada's Jewels," "Maggie's Pictures," &c. Small octavo, cloth extra.

_=Kaspar and the Seven Wonderful Pigeons of Wuerzburg.=_ By JULIA GODDARD. Small octavo, cloth extra.

_=Dobbie and Dobbie's Master: a Peep into the Life of a= Very Little Man._ By N. D'ANVERS, Author of "Little Minnie's Troubles," &c. Small octavo, cloth extra.

_=Tom: the History of a very Little Boy.=_ By H. RUTHERFURD RUSSELL. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"Almost as good, in its way, as Mr. Carroll's 'Alice in
Wonderland.' Parents and lovers of childhood will like it much,
as the childish reader is sure to do."--_Illustrated London
News._

"A very good story for boys."--_Globe._

_=Tom Seven Years Old: a Sequel to "Tom."=_ By H. RUTHERFURD RUSSELL. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black.

"The truest and purest exhibition of a natural little boy's
mind that we have seen in any story of child
life."--_Illustrated London News._

_=Minna's Holiday, and Other Tales.=_ By M. BETHAM-EDWARDS. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black.

"Simple, pleasantly-written stories."--_Daily News._

_=Doda's Birthday: the Record of all that befell a Little Girl= on a Long, Eventful Day._ By EDWIN J. ELLIS. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black.

"As pleasant a book as could be given to any little
girl."--_Scotsman._

"A most suitable book for girls, and one that will delight the
little misses immensely."--_Edinburgh Courant._

"A charming book."--_Daily News._

_=The Markhams of Ollerton: a Tale of the Civil War=, 1642-1647._ By E. GLAISTER. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"Abounds with thrilling incidents of that eventful
period."--_Morning Post._

"A well-written story of the civil war, from 1642 to
1647."--_Scotsman._

"The story of Charles I. is one that never loses its charm, and
when so pleasantly and colloquially told, and embellished by
such pretty and characteristic pictures as we have here, it
will be sure to find a large and appreciative
audience."--_Daily News._

_=Eldergowan; or, Twelve Months of my Life, and Other= Tales._ By ROSA MULHOLLAND, Author of "Puck and Blossom," "The Little Flower-Seekers," &c. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"One of the pleasantest little books we have met for some time;
charmingly illustrated."--_Illustrated Review._

"A perfect little gem in its way."--_Civil Service Gazette._

"A fine volume for girls."--_Edinburgh Courant._

_=Christmas at Annesley; or, how the Grahams spent their= Holidays._ By M. E. SHIPLEY. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"A delightful book for children."--_Sunday Times._

"Will be read with delight by young folks."--_Lloyd's Weekly
London News._

_=Turnaside Cottage.=_ By MARY SENIOR CLARK, Author of "Lost Legends of the Nursery Rhymes." Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"An interesting story, well told."--_Birmingham Morning News._

"Charmingly written, impressing good and useful lessons."--_Art
Journal._

_=The Fairy Spinner.=_ By MIRANDA HILL. Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"Really enchanting, and will enthral the young
reader."--_Edinburgh Courant._

"Well illustrated."--_Daily News._

_=Pollie and Jack: a Small Story for Small People.=_ By ALICE HEPBURN, Author of "Two Little Cousins." Small octavo, cloth, gold and black. _New Edition._

"Capitally written down to the level of little
folks."--_Morning Advertiser._

"Will be much enjoyed by young folks."--_Figaro._

NEW SERIES OF TWO-AND-SIXPENNY GIFT-BOOKS.

_=Nanny's Treasure.=_ From the French of Madame DE STOLZ. Nineteen Full-page Illustrations and Coloured Frontispiece. Small octavo, cloth extra.

_=The Little Head of the Family.=_ From the French of Mdlle. FLEURIOT. Fourteen Full-page Illustrations and Coloured Frontispiece. Small octavo, cloth extra.

_=Where the Rail Runs Now: a Story of the Coaching Days.=_ By F. FRANKFORT MOORE. With Illustrations. Small octavo, cloth extra.

_=Animals of the Farm: their Structure and Physiology.=_ A Handbook for Agricultural Students and Farmers. By JOHN F. HODGES, M.D., F.C.S., &c. Second Edition, revised by the Author. Numerous Illustrations. Small octavo, cloth, 2/6.

BOOKS AT TWO SHILLINGS.

_=Two Little Cousins.=_ By ALICE HEPBURN, Author of "Pollie and Jack." Five Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"Adorned with bright chromographs, and printed in large, clear
type to suit beginners."--_Standard._

_=Percy's First Friends.=_ By M. D. Five Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"An agreeable account of the early adventures of a motherless
boy."--_Lloyd's Weekly London News._

=Five Little Farmers.= By ROSA MULHOLLAND, Author of "Puck and Blossom," "The Little Flower-Seekers," "Eldergowan," &c. Five Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"Contains a number of cunningly worked-out chromo lithographs,
in which children and their domestic pets are grouped in a most
artistic and effective manner."--_Figaro._

_=Maggie's Pictures; or, the Great Life told to a Child.=_ By FANNY LEVIEN, Author of "Mildred's Mistake, "Little Ada's Jewels." Five Coloured Illustrations, and Illuminated Title-page. Cloth, Illuminated.

"Will be welcome for the simplicity of its early
lessons."--_Lloyd's Newspaper._

_=The Twin Brothers of Elfvedale: a Story of Norwegian= Peasant Life._ By CHARLES H. EDEN, Author of "Ralph Somerville," "India, Historical and Descriptive," &c. Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated. _New Edition._

"Full of adventure.... Schoolboys will welcome the
book."--_Guardian._

"A tale of Norwegian peasant life fifty years ago, cleverly put
together, told in a bright, hearty view, and telling the young
reader a great deal about the rough, simple lives of Northern
folk, their customs, superstitions, and amusements."--_Times._

_=Our Games: a Story for Children.=_ By MARY HAMILTON. Five Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated. _New Edition._

"A pleasant little book.... Attractive
illustrations."--_Standard._

"Adventures of children, drawn in a charmingly natural
manner."--_Guardian._

_=Ella's Locket, and what it brought her.=_ By G. E. DARTNELL. Five Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated. _New Edition._

"Pleasantly conceived, and prettily told."--_Hour._

BOOKS AT EIGHTEEN PENCE.

_=My Dolly.=_ By H. RUTHERFURD RUSSELL, Author of "Tom Seven Years Old." Numerous Illustrations, small 8vo, Cloth extra.

_=Wildflower Win: the Journal of a Little Girl.=_ By KATHLEEN KNOX. Numerous Illustrations, small 8vo, Cloth extra.

_=Elsie's Victory.=_ By ELEANOR P. GEARY. Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"Sure to delight children."--_Guardian._

_=Lily of the Valley: a Story for Little Boys and Girls.=_ By KATHLEEN KNOX. Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"A pretty little gift-book, the value of which will be
appreciated by the very youngest of readers."--_Leeds Mercury._

_=Meadowleigh: a Holiday History.=_ By KATHLEEN KNOX. Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"Another of those irresistible little books for children in
which Messrs. Marcus Ward & Co. so cunningly combine frolicsome
narrative with some of the best executed and most satisfactory
coloured illustrations that have ever come under our
notice."--_Figaro._

_=Katie Summers: a Little Tale for Little Readers.=_ By Mrs. C. HALL. Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"We hardly know whether most to praise binding, printing, or
literary merit."--_Morning Advertiser._

"Another tempting story of and for little people."--_Lloyd's
Weekly London News._

_=Roses With and Without Thorns.=_ By ESTHER FAITHFULL FLEET. Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"Suited to children of the tenderest years, interesting and
edifying.... The pictures are a perfect treat."--_Edinburgh
Courant._

"Daintily decorated with delicate coloured
illustrations."--_Scotsman._

_=Little Ada's Jewels.=_ By FANNY LEVIEN, Author of "Maggie's Pictures," "Mildred's Mistake." Coloured Illustrations, Cloth, Illuminated.

"An exquisite little book for children.... No better little
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_=The Garland of the Year; or, the Months, their Poetry= and Flowers._ Giving an account of each Month, with Poetical Selections, descriptive of the Seasons and their Flowers; with red lines, and Floral Designs in Gold and Colours. Small octavo, cloth elegant, 2/6; gilt edges, 3/-.

"Creditable to the compiler's taste, and comprises many
gems."--_Athenaeum._

_=Language and Poetry of Flowers.=_ A New Edition, carefully Revised and Amplified. With Six Illuminated Pages in Gold and Colours. Cloth, black and gold, 2/6; Gilt Edges, 3/-.

LANGUAGE AND POETRY OF FLOWERS. Pocket Edition, Illustrated in Gold and Colours. Cloth extra, 1/-; gilt edges, 1/3.

_=The Birthday Register.=_ With Sentiments from Shakspere (a New Selection of suitable Quotations), printed on writing paper. With Illuminated Title-page. Cloth extra, 2/-; gilt edges, 2/6; and in Limp French Morocco, Morocco and Russia, from 3/6 to 10/6.

"The association is a happy one, and in this form is neatly
carried out."--_Liverpool Weekly Albion._

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"Much genuine humour, along with healthy, moral
lessons."--_Leeds Mercury._

_=The Shaksperean Calendar.=_ A Novel Almanac and Daily Date Calendar, for the Library or Boudoir. Beautifully printed in Colours. Price 1/-. The Information comprises Sunrise and Sunset, Moon's Changes, Festivals, Holidays, &c., with an appropriate Quotation from Shakspere for each Day in the Year.

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THE CONCISE DIARIES meet the universal objection to all other Pocket Diaries--their cumbrousness and unnecessary weight in the pocket. They are beautifully printed in Blue and Gold, on a light, hard, Metallic paper, and combine the following advantages:--

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be. It is a very good plan."--_Pall Mall Gazette._

_=Season's Calendar for 1877.=_ Size, 4 x 2-3/4 inches, containing four highly-finished pictures, representing "Spring," "Summer," "Autumn," "Winter," and four pages consisting of Calendar and other Useful Information. Price 6d.

_=Pocket-Book Calendar.=_ A Bijou Almanac, size, 1-3/4 x 1-1/4 inches, with gilt edges, suitable for purse, pocket book, or waistcoat pocket. Price 1d.

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=SACRED SELECTIONS.= A set of Twelve Illuminated Cards, set in Floral Borders and Gold Grounds, with Sacred Texts and Poetry. Price 6d.

=MEMORABLE WORDS= from Scripture. Twelve Mediaeval Illuminated Cards. Price 6d.

=PROVERBS AND PROMISES= from Holy Scripture. Three packets, each containing Twelve Floral, Decorated Cards, with Texts. Price 6d. each.

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No. 2.--PROMISES (Old Testament).
No. 3.--PROMISES (New Testament).

=FLORAL REWARD CARDS.=--Two packets, each containing Twenty-four Cards, with Floral Borders in Gold and Colours. Price 6d. each.

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Packet B.--Texts of Scripture.

=CHRIST THE FIRST FRUITS.= A set of Twelve Floral Cards, with Gold Backgrounds, Texts, and appropriate sacred poetry. Price 1/-.

=WORDS OF COUNSEL=, from the Sacred Scriptures, Illuminated on Twelve Floral Cards. Price 1/-.

=SAYINGS AND BLESSINGS OF OUR LORD.= Two Packets, each containing Twelve Floral Cards, printed in Colours on Black Backgrounds, with Verses from Holy Scripture. Price 1/-each.

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No. 1.--SACRED TEXTS FROM THE OLD TESTAMENT.
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=FLOWERS OF THE MONTHS.= A set of Twelve Cards, printed in Gold and Colours, with appropriate Poetry and Descriptive Notes. In Wrapper. Price 1/-.

=THE HISTORY OF OUR LORD.= Twelve Scenes from the Life of Our Lord, printed in Gold and Colours, with appropriate Selections from Scripture. Price 1/-.

=BIBLE PICTURES.= Twelve Scenes from Old Testament History, printed in Colours, with appropriate Selections from Scripture. Price 1/-.

=SACRED THOUGHTS=, in Verse. Twelve Floral Cards, with Black Backgrounds. In handsome Wrapper. Price 1/-.

=A PACKET OF POESY.= Twelve Floral Cards, printed in Colours on Black Backgrounds. Price 1/-.

=HYMNS FOR THE LAMBS OF CHRIST'S FLOCK.= Twelve Cards of Birds and Flowers for Children. In handsome Wrapper. Price 1/-.

=THE APOSTLES' CREED.= A Packet of Twelve Highly-decorated Cards. In handsome Wrapper. Price 1/-.

=THE LORD'S PRAYER.= A Packet of Twelve Highly-decorated Cards. In handsome Wrapper. Price 1/-.

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=THE WATER PACKET.= A set of Twelve Cards, with Borders of Water Plants, & c., and Original Verses by S. C. Hall, F.S.A. Price 1/-.

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There are few readers of Newspapers who do not daily meet with paragraphs, notices, or advertisements, which they would gladly cut out and retain, but, not having any convenient means of preserving them, they are passed over and lost; or, even if cut out, are so carefully put away that they cannot be found when wanted for reference.

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EDUCATIONAL WORKS.

ATLASES.

_Adopted by the Board of National Education in Ireland._

EDITED BY J. HARRIS STONE, B.A.

MARCUS WARD'S SIXPENNY ATLAS.

LIST OF MAPS--Fully Coloured.

Eastern Hemisphere
Western Hemisphere
Europe
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United States & Canada
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India or Hindustan
New Zealand

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MARCUS WARD'S SHILLING ATLAS.

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This Atlas contains extra Maps and information, suitable for more advanced pupils, is printed on strong paper, and bound in durable cloth cover.

LIST OF MAPS.

Eastern Hemisphere
Western Hemisphere
Europe
England and Wales
Scotland
Ireland
France
German Empire
Austrian Empire and Hungary
Kingdom of Italy
Sweden, Norway, and Denmark
Switzerland
Spain and Portugal
Netherlands and Belgium
Russia in Europe
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India or Hindustan
Africa and Arabia
North America
South America
United States of America
Dominion of Canada
Australia and Tasmania
New Zealand
Canaan or Palestine

_The largest Shilling Atlas ever offered to the Public._

MARCUS WARD'S HOME ATLAS.

Thirty Maps, printed in Colours,

From New Plates, specially engraved, with all the latest information from the best authorities, and Index to upwards of 4000 places. Crown 4to, Cloth, 2/-; Cloth Extra, 2/6.

LIST OF MAPS.

Explanatory Map
Eastern Hemisphere
Western Hemisphere
Europe
Asia
Africa
North America
South America
Oceania
The British Islands
England and Wales
Scotland
Ireland
France
German Empire
Austrian Empire and Kingdom of Hungary
Kingdom of Italy
The Netherlands & Belgium
Sweden, Norway, and Denmark
Turkey in Europe & Greece
Russia in Europe
Switzerland
Spain and Portugal
Turkey in Asia, Syria, Persia, Afghanistan, &c.
India or Hindustan
The Dominion of Canada
United States of America
Australia and Tasmania
Central America and West Indies
New Zealand
Canaan or Palestine
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MARCUS WARD'S PORTABLE ATLAS.

Thirty Maps, printed in Colours, on one side only of Superfine Drawing Paper, with full Index.

Demy Octavo, handsomely bound in Cloth--India Rubber binding, to open perfectly flat. 3/6.

Advantages of this Atlas over others at similar or higher prices:--

1. Pictorial Illustrations of Geographical Terms.

2. Diagrams to illustrate the use of the Globes.

3. In the Maps of England, Scotland, and Ireland, the Sizes of the Towns by their Populations are distinguished by varied letterings.

4. The Countries where French is spoken are shewn in one Map.

5. The Countries where German or kindred languages are spoken are shewn in one Map.

6. The whole of the Russian Empire depicted on one Plate.

7. The whole of the Turkish Empire depicted on one Plate.

8. Map of Overland Route--Mediterranean to the Indus--Asiatic Russia --Khiva--Kokand--Syria--Euphrates Valley--Koweyt Republic-- Persia--Afghanistan--Biluchistan, &c. Illustrating the advance of the Russian Empire towards India.

9. The British Isles in one Map.

10. Several enlarged Maps of British Colonies.

11. Special Biblical Maps, for Sunday Lessons.

OPINIONS OF THE PRESS (MARCUS WARD'S ATLASES).