Not wealth, nor yet a long descent For with the call there comes the might "SWORE OFF."-JOHN N. FORT. By permission of the Author. boys, take another! To-night we'll be gay When the sight of a drunken man frightened me so When I even detested the very smell Of the accursed stuff. I sometimes think 'Twas the devil who tempted me take the first drink, But why look back with remorse or regret? I mustn't remember-I want to forget. Landlord, the bottle! That's pretty good stuff: That I cannot rest, and I walk the floor The look on her face made me think of the time And ask God in his goodness have mercy on me. Whose blood-hound is this? Keep him off! keep him off! He's wicked? will bite? that he's snapping at me? Now give me a glass! Come, boys, take a drink! 'Tis the New Year, I think. My oath-yes my oath! Is this sound I hear (Throws glass from him.) Begone from my sight, thou demon of hell! If my word has been kept about ending this spree- He's claiming a soul as a sacrifice; Great God! Is this death? The bloodhound again! THE SIGNING OF MAGNA CHARTA. In Three Men in a Boat," from which the following extract is taken, the author details the experiences of himself and two companions during a vacation Among the places of interest at which they trip upon the river Thames. stopped was the famous meadow of Runnymede, where, on June 15, 1215, tho barons compelled the infamous King John to sign the great charter of English liberty. The author says:-"It was as lovely a morning as one could desire. Little was in sight to remind us of the nineteeth century; and, as we looked out upon the river in the morning sunlight, we could almost fancy that the centuries between us and that ever-to-be-famous June morning of 1215 had been drawn aside, and that we, English yeoman's sons in homespun cloth, with dirh at belt, were waiting there to witness the writing of that stupendous page of history, the meaning whereof was to be translated to the common people some four hundred and odd years later by one Oliver Cromwell, who had deeply studied it." It is a fine summer morning, sunny, soft, and still. But through the air there runs a thrill of coming stir. King John has slept at Duncroft Hall, and all the day before the little town of Staines has echoed to the clang of armed men, and the clatter of great horses over its rough stones, and the shouts of captains, and the grim oaths and surly jests of bearded bowman, billmen, pikemen, and strange-speaking foreign spearmen. Gay-cloaked companions of knights and squires have ridden in, all travel-stained and dusty. And all the evening long the timid townsmen's doors have had to be quick opened to let in rough groups of soldiers, for whom there must be found both board and lodging, and the best of both, or woe betide the house and all within; for the sword is judge and jury, plaintiff and executioner, in these tempestuous times, and pays for what it takes by sparing those from whom it takes it, if it pleases it to do so. Round the camp-fire in the market-place gather still more of the Barons' troops, and eat and drink deep, and bellow forth roystering drinking songs, an 1 gamble and quarrel as the evening grows and deepens into night. The firelight sheds quaint shadows on their piled-up arms and on their uncouth forms. The children of the town steal round to watch them, wondering; and brawny country wenches, laughing, draw near to bandy ale-house jest and jibe with the swaggering troopers, so unlike the village swains, who, now despised, stand apart behind, with vacant grins upon their broad, peering faces. And out from the fields around, glitter the faint lights of more distant camps, as here some great lord's followers lie mustered, and there false John's French mercenaries hover like crouching wolves without the town. And so, with sentinel in each dark street, and twink、 ling watch-fires on each height around, the night has worn away, and over this fair valley of old Thame has broken the morning of the great day that is to close so big with the fate of ages yet unborn. Ever since gray dawn, in the lower of the two islands just above where we are standing, there has been great |