"Yes; I have watched him carefully, for reasons that some day I will tell you; for the same reasons I have done all I could to keep him straight." "Oh, thank you," said Helen, gratefully; "and you will in his vacations? he will be reading with Mr. Roberts still, you know." “I never like making promises that I may find it difficult to keep; but as far as I can I will do what you wish." He could say no more, for they had come to the Wildale shrubbery, and Mrs. Grant and Amy were joining them; Helen's manner had never been so friendly as when she shook hands with a hearty "Thank you, and good-bye," and Arnold Roberts walked contentedly away, while Helen went into Mrs. Malcolm's drawing-room, her fit of anxiety about Frank half driven out of her mind by the astonishing thought that of all people in the world, Arnold Roberts had made himself a sort of confidant of her difficulties, and a helper in her watch over Frank. Coming home that evening, Helen found a letter that had come by the later post. "From Janet Christy," she said, going into the schoolroom for light, and finding nothing but a red glow in the grate, just sufficient excuse for crouching down on the rug and reading it by firelight,-most comfortable of small luxuries she thought it. "Shall I go ?" she said when she had come to the end of her letter; "they want me to go at once to spend two or three weeks at Fordwood." "Go," said Amy, "why not ?" And Jessie chimed in with an energetic "Do go!" explained by the remark, "My lessons can get on with Amy, you know," and a merry glance at an enormous work-basket, the object of Amy's devotion just now. Jessie was shrewd enough to weigh the conflicting inducements of trousseau versus lessons in Amy's mind; and Jessie's instinct foresaw a course of study in Helen's absence, not so much worse than absolute idleness. "I might go with Frank," said Helen, doubtfully; hardly caring for the visit, but yet feeling that she would enjoy it all the more for knowing Frank was at Oxford; she would at least be spared the fidgety worries that of late she could not help giving way to; she would not be wondering all day what new scrape good-natured Robert Wemyss had been dragging him into, or where those evenings from home were being spent. "Yes, I think I'll go," she decided, "if mamma does not mind." Mrs. Grant made no objection, and was only glad for Helen to have a change; and Helen scribbled a hasty note of acceptance, gave Jessie a holiday the next day to help in her packing, and the following morning was at the station with Frank in the gloom of an October dawn, half sorry to leave home, half rejoicing in the exhilarating feeling of change of thought and scene. "Jessie is in high feather," she said when they had settled themselves comfortably in the warm first-class carriage; Helen had suggested "second," but in vain ; "she made me go into the schoolroom to see the lessons begin, and there was Amy with a German grammar half buried in embroidery from that wedding basket, and Jessie, entirely passing by such dry subjects as der, das, die,' expatiating on open-work and satin-stitch. Oh, what lessons they will have!" Frank was ready enough to join in the laugh. His spirits were at their highest in anticipation of the new college life, and he rattled on with his projects of amusements, and to do him justice, of easy work crowned with brilliant successes, till Helen's thoughts went back to the very unpromising terms of Sir John's compact with him, and though she tried to keep the words in, she burst out with, "But, Frank, your allowance will never do half you are talking of!" "I know that, stingy old humbug," said Frank, whose respect for Sir John Courland had by no means increased of late, "never mind, Helen, there are ways and means. I'll do the old fellow yet. Once let me take my degree, and get into Seldenfeld; it's a good living-" "I thought you were not trusting much to that," suggested Helen. "Well, I ought not, I suppose. I know he is a great humbug, and his words not worth more than an old Bradshaw; but still it's on the cards that I may get it; yes, the chances are against it-one knave, at any rate, eh, Helen ?-but for all that it's on the cards." "On the cards;"-Frank's favourite metaphor, and Frank's favourite guide in action. Whatever the chances against him, let one loophole of possibility be left in his favour, and he would quietly set aside the probabilities, and act on the one vague dictum-" on the cards." It kept his spirits up. But Helen liked him less than in his despondent moods. She could have talked to him then, and have cheered him on, but it was very hard to repress his anticipations; so she avoided the subject of his college life, and did her best to talk of indifferent things, till as the train slackened speed at the station where she was to say good-bye, she could not help speaking. "Oh, Frank, darling, do get back Seldenfeld! don't be extravagant and wild, for mamma's sake." "You poor little thing! actually crying," was Frank's answer in as tender and loving a tone as she had heard through last winter's trouble. "You may trust me, Helen." There was no time for more; Frank jumped out of the train to help her carefully down, looked out her luggage, showed her the platform that she must start from, on the branch line, jumped in again, and was gone. PEACE. From the German of Rückert. "Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee." SLEEP on, my heart, in peace! Soft dew have brought the calm night hours, Refreshment to the little flowers, To weary mortals sweet release. Sleep on in peace, my heart! The world below is wrapped in sleep; Thou, moon, thy silent watch dost keep, Sleep on in peace, my heart! From all bad dreams thou shalt be free, Sleep on, my heart, in peace ! And if death call thee in this night, May'st thou depart to realms of light, Where cares, and fears, and sorrows cease! FIDES. SIR PHILIP DE CARTERET. WHEN Rollo, Duke of Normandy, obtained possession of the island of Jersey, which was in the year 912, he divided its lands amongst the most distinguished of his followers, reserving, (as Victor Hugo observes) "the lion's share for himself." Of these divisions the four principal were called "Fiefs Haubert;" the largest and most important of which was that of S. Ouen. This Rollo bestowed on a Norman knight named Angeville and De Carteret, who already possessed two fiefs in Normandy. His descendants have since borne the name of the latter of those fiefs and have always held the most prominent position in the annals of Jersey. According to an old chronicler, "Les seigneurs de De Carteret ont été si long-temps du nom de De Carteret, que Philippe De Carteret qui en était Seigneur en l'année 1585, était le 59 Seigneur de la dite Seigneurie de St. Ouen, tous de père en fils, que du dit nom de De Carteret, ce qui est une antiquité bien noble, et fort notable, tellement qu'à grande difficulté pourrait-on trouver une si ancienne race en tout un royaume." Sir Philip de Carteret, the subject of the following brief memoir, was born in the year 1584. His father died when he was young; but his mother Rachel, daughter of the Bailly, George Paulet, lived to a very advanced age, and survived her son. After he attained his majority, Sir Philip held the most important offices in the island, being successively jurat, bailly, and lieutenant governor. At the commencement of the great rebellion he had unfortunately made himself unpopular in consequence of having taken law proceedings against the dean of the island. The circumstances which led to this lawsuit were as follows. After a lapse of 55 years, (during which period the office of dean had been in abeyance, episcopacy and the liturgy of the Church of England discontinued, and Genevan service introduced by French Protestants, who to escape persecution in their own country established themselves in Jersey,) the old ecclesiastical system was restored, and with a few exceptions rendered conformable to that of England; and in 1620 David Badinel was appointed dean by Arch-1 bishop Abbot. The action brought against Badinel by De Carteret was for the recovery of tithes, the court having decided in his favour. Its decision was overruled by Charles I., who granted Sir Philip a warrant for their sequestration until it could be ascertained to whom they legally belonged. To this warrant the court paid no attention, and by an order in council reinstated. the dean in the possession of his property in the year 1642. From this time Badinel sought to gratify his vengeance by compassing the ruin of Sir Philip. At the commencement of the outbreak De Carteret was in London, where his enemies were endeavouring to accomplish his overthrow by preparing a petition against him. to be laid before the House. This petition contained twenty-two charges, the greater number of which were false, and the rest grossly exaggerated. Prynne, who at that time was his friend, endeavoured to persuade him to purchase the peace of the island by declaring against the king, but to no purpose, his loyalty continuing firm. The petition, through Prynne's interest, was never presented; but his enemies were not to be discouraged, and their machinations were at length |