within its walls, the silence and seclusion are complete. The roar and
rattle of Fleet Street and the Strand might be a thousand miles away, for
scarce a murmur penetrates beyond the Temple gates. The quiet, stone-paved
courts, the grassy nooks gemmed with a few choice blossoms, the
soft-plashing fountains, overshadowed by sturdy elm-, plane-, or fig-trees,
the cool stone archways leading from one court to another, the park-like
expanse of the Temple Garden, bounded by the bustling Embankment and the
swift-flowing river, are surroundings favorable alike to the labors of a
busy journalist, to the novelist's weavings of fiction, to the poet's
subtile creations, to the purposeful studies of the patient scholar, or to
the objectless dreamings of the mere "man about town."

HENRY FREDERIC REDDALL.

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"MEES."


Red-armed Annette gave a final glance at the table, and as the clock was
striking eight summoned Frau Pastorin Raben's boarders to supper. Promptly
came the two Von Ente girls, high-born and high-posed damsels, forced to
make themselves teachers. It had been a sad blow to their pride. The elder
was somewhat consoled by a huge carbuncle brooch given to her by Kaiser
Wilhelm himself. The younger was named for a very great lady; and when a
letter came from the very great lady the recipient lifted her head and
remembered that, whatever happened, she was a Von Ente.