PARTS DXXVII. TO DXXXII., JAN.-JUNE, 1895.

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1895.

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INDEX.

PAGE

Alexander III. of Russia: His Last Hours. By Father Ivan Sergéeff 613

An Account Settled. By Jane Barlow

Ancient Dyers. By C. M. Yonge

417

704

214

Buss, Frances Mary: In Memoriam. By E. A. L. K.

Cameos from English History: The Declaration of Independence.

571

729

Coleridge's (S. T.) Letters. By Peter Piper

Creusa Judge in England. By C. G. Crump.

Creusa Judge in Paris. By C. G. Crump

Days of the Week, Names of the. By H. H. Minchin

El Dorado. By Vaughan Carroll

Girls' Room, The. By Katharine (Tynan) Hinkson 113, 241, 365, 489, 609, 737

Glenbruar Episodes. By Fergus Mackenzie :—

I.—The Despised Leader

II.-The Champion Shot

III.-The Kinbuck Golf Club

IV.-Driving a Hard Bargain

V.-Pygmalion: A Modern Version

VI. His Last Card.

Green Garland, The. By F. E. Crompton

Heavens with a Small Telescope, The. By J. E. Gore

His Neighbour's Landmark. By E. Welby

Historic Fire, An. By M. E. Palgrave

3

129

283

443

555

664

Illustrious John Ray, The. By Rev. J. Vaughan, M.A.
League of Three, A. By Mabel Hart.

Legend of 'St. Rickaback,' The. By Eva Knatchbull-Hugessen .

711

301064

Monk of Fife, A.

By Andrew Lang. CHAPS. I.-IX.
Mrs. Marcet. By Mrs. E. M. Field.

National Gallery, In the. By Cosmo Monkhouse :
VII.-The Beauty of Ugliness

VIII. The Three Rivers

IX.-Under the Sky

On Campanile Steps. By D. Higginson .

Pest of the Ninety-nine Steps. By J. Carmichael
Poetry :-

'Forgettin'.' By Moira O'Neill

Lark's Message, The. By E. M. D.

340

THE MONTHLY PACKET.

NEW SERIES.

JANUARY, 1895.

'FORGETTIN'.

THE night when last I saw my lad
His eyes were bright an' wet;
He took my two hands in his own,
"Tis well,' says he, 'we're met.
Asthore machree! the likes o' me

I bid ye now forget.'

Ah! sure the same's a thriflin' thing,
'Tis more I'd do for him!

I mind the night I promised well,
Away on Ballindim.

An' every little while or two

I thry forgettin' Jim.

It shouldn't take that long to do,

An' him not very tall.

'Tis quare the way I'll hear him spake,
A boy that's out o' call;

An' whiles I'll see him stand as plain

As e'er a six-foot wall. .

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