with furs, and attended by Captain Browne, who was bathing a ghastly wound in the young soldier's forehead; while the survivors of the battle were standing around their piled arms.

"Is all over?" he asked in a faint voice.

"Yes, my brave fellow; we've thrashed them to their hearts' contents; those that are not half-way to the American shore are either shot or drowned— in fact, the whole expedition is destroyed. But now be still a moment, while I bandage up this head of yours."

"What is it? a sabre or pistol wound?"

"Neither; the fellow shot your horse instead of you, in the head: you were flung on the rotten ice, receiving this severe cut; the horse went down, and is at the bottom of the lake now; while you managed in some extraordinary way to scramble across the ice-hole and get out on some sound stuff. We all thought you had gone under, and were very much surprised to see you, when we came up, lying side by side with Bradley."

"And he was he-?"

"Yes; dead as a doornail; your ball went through his heart, and that's the end of one of the most cruel scoundrels on the earth. Only for him and demagogues filibustering would never have

like him, this senseless

taken place, and all to-day's bloodshed would have been saved."

"And Strangways have you seen Strangways?" "Whom do you mean? Your companion that you were talking to off and on during the whole day?" was the grave question.

"Yes; where is he? Oh, I pray he may be safe!" “He's safe enough, my poor fellow; there's no use making a mystery of these things, they must be known sooner or later:" There was a strange thrill in the rough Captain's voice, and a strange glance in his eye, as he added the words "He's safe in heaven, let us hope!"

Blunt covered his head in the furs in violent sorrow; it was long before he could lift it again, and ask calmly for the particulars of his old friend's death. Eustace Strangways had ridden to help the 32nd men pointed out by Blunt, who were overmatched by a detached body of the fugitive rebels: he cut down two of the fellows, and had raised his sabre to strike another, when a rifle bullet crashed through his brain, and he fell dead on the ice. To describe John Blunt's grief for his old schoolfellow-for his friend, when to have a friend, or not to have one, simply meant life or death-would be foreign to my purpose and inappropriate; but I may just mention that his grief

was so profound that he could not bear even the very land where Eustace Strangways met his untimely fate, and that very soon after the battle on the ice round Point au Pelée, Blunt sold off any little property he had, and left Canada for ever.

fear he was not Colonel Bradley's

As regards the results of the fight itself, it may be as well to state that the braggadocio General Sutherland was not there at all. He found it convenient to sneak away from his command before a shot could be fired, with his aide-de-camp, but was taken shortly afterwards and tried. What his actual fate was I just now forget, but I hanged, as he richly deserved to be. death you know of, and at much the same time three other leading officers of the rebels fell, while a vast number of the rank and file were either shot, drowned, or died of their wounds. Many also were taken. prisoners, tried, and sent to Bermuda; while others were allowed to go free, as not being worthy of the vengeance of the British nation.

Thus ended a brigand attempt to outrage, plunder, and murder, the peaceful settlers of an otherwise peaceful colony; but, as far as we are individually concerned, it was only noteworthy for being the means whereby our gallant Captain Blunt obtained. his 'Baptism of Frost.'

THE TWINS OF GHUZNEE.

"N

ANOO! Nanoo, what is the delay for? Why do not the servants get up in time? Here it is past sunrise and nothing ready!" called a youth of about sixteen years of age, coming out into the broken verandah of a half-ruined little temple, some twenty-five miles from Shikarpore on the Beloochee side of the Indus. The old Hindoo servant was squatting on his haunches by the side of a bullockhackery a little distance away from the temple where they had spent the previous night, rocking himself to and fro in evident grief, and occasionally calling on all the gods in his system of mythology to help him and his protégés out of the serious trouble they had fallen into. It was sunrise, by which time, had all gone right, they should have been far on the road which they were taking to the west; while as it was, there were not even any signs of preparation for the journey, nor had any of the servants been to the temple to call its two occupants. When he heard the lad's voice, Nanoo rose from the ground, folded his arms on his breast in an attitude of suppli

cation, advanced towards the verandah, and with tears in his eyes delivered himself as follows:

Sahib, sahib! those servants all bad man; they not old servant of the burra sahib, your father, or they never run away!"

"Run away!" echoed Henry Merton, with the utmost amazement, “run away! Do you mean to say they have deserted us?"

"When Nanoo woke this morning, sahib, all were gone-syces, hackery-wallahs, mehtah He was going on with the long list of necessary servants accompanying even that small camp, when a sweet voice broke from a little recessed chamber opposite. that which Henry had slept in, asking,—

"Henry, do I hear right? Does Nanoo say our servants have run away?"

"He does, indeed, Amy. For goodness' sake, come out and let us see what it all means.”

"Né, né, sahib !" eagerly forbade the old servant, who was of that faithful type long ago extinct in India, who remained for a lifetime 'true to the salt' of their masters. "Né, sahib; the chotee-mem-sahib* not come out! budmashes† all round, and they must not

Literally, 'little Madam Sahib,' but here it simply means miss or missy.

† Scoundrels; used to signify enemies.