Treasure Valley. And, at the top of the cataract of the Golden River,
are still to be seen two BLACK STONES, round which the waters howl
mournfully every day at sunset; and these stones are still called, by
the people of the valley,

THE BLACK BROTHERS.

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THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

BY ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.


It is not generally known that the Lady of Shalott lived last summer in
an attic, at the east end of South Street.

The wee-est, thinnest, whitest little lady! And yet the brightest,
stillest, and withal such a smiling little lady!

If you had held her up by the window,--for she could not hold up
herself,--she would have hung like a porcelain transparency in your
hands. And if you had said, laying her gently down, and giving the tears
a smart dash, that they should not fall on her lifted face, "Poor
child!" the Lady of Shalott would have said, "O, don't!" and smiled. And
you would have smiled yourself, for very surprise that she should outdo
you; and between the two there would have been so much smiling done that