Tho lad seemed quite consoious, but unable to speak. " Poor Charlie—ray poor fel low ?" escaped Loudale's lips un consciously. The dying lad, in whose breast the fragment of a shell had lodged, driving the ribs into the lungs, made moro than one most painful effort to mutter something that sounded like a farewell message to someone ; so Lonsdale bent over him lower still to catch the words, so terribly important now, but iu vain. Then suddenly Oh arlie raised him self, as if by a superhuman attempt and whilo a smile, a wonderful brightness, shone for a moment _ in his eyes and on his face, he cried, in a strange and broken voice : " Mother—mother hore !" A visionary and well-loved face had hovered about Mm for a mo ment —a moment of happy but dis tempered fancy, and then he foil back dead.
Lonsdalo lingered near him sadly for a moment or two, and after reverently closing Ms eyes, turned away in great sorrow. Prayers were not much in his way ; thus Byron's Hue occurred to him : — " All that we know is, nothing can be known/' But poor, thoughtless Charlie Danvers now knew all. The two young friends were gone ; two more lives lost in that remote and almost obscure strife ; but it was their fate and the for tune of war. (7'o be continued.)

MR DRUMMONND'S SECRET,

CHAPTER V.—All a Mistake. Thus matters went on at the O'Con nor's ; the old lady begau to be very fend of her daughter-in-law, who was so altered since her marriage, and instead of that proud, haughty look, she was at times loving and almost humble, and generally bore a quiet, whistful look on her face.
