"Apply to one of the nobles of the court, who must assign you a pension of four thousand ducats." "I asked you for advice, señor, and not for jest." "And then, your church must be rebuilt. We will call it the Church of the Cup of Cold Water. Here is the plan. See, this is to be the vicarage; and here, divided by this paling--" "What does this mean? What would you say? And, surely, I remember that voice, that face--" "I am Don José della Ribeira; and twelve years ago, I was the brigand José. I escaped from prison; and--for the revolution made great changes--am now powerful. My children--" He clasped them in his arms. And when at length he had embraced them a hundred times, with tears, and smiles, and broken sentences; and when all had in some degree recovered their composure, he took the hand of the priest and said: "Well, father, will you not accept the Church of the Cup of Cold Water?" The old man, deeply affected, turned to Margarita, and repeated: "Whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward." "Amen!" replied the aged woman, her voice tremulous from emotion. A short time afterward, Don José della Ribeira and his two sons were present at the consecration of the church of San-Pietro-del-Vaso-di-Aqua-Fria, one of the prettiest churches in the neighborhood of Sevilla. MY NOVEL; OR, VARIETIES IN ENGLISH LIFE.[3] CHAPTER XIX.--CONTINUED. [3] Continued from the May Number. "Bother," said Dick! "What do women know about politics. I wish you'd mind the child--it is crumpling up and playing almighty smash with that flim-flam book, which cost me a one pound one." Mrs. Avenel submissively bowed her head, and removed the Annual from the hands of the young destructive; the destructive set up a squall, as destructives generally do when they don't have their own way. Dick clapped his hands to his ears. "Whe-e-ew, I can't stand this; come and take a walk, Leslie; I want stretching!" He stretched himself as he spoke, first half way up to the ceiling, and then fairly out of the room. Randal with his May Fair manner, turned toward Mrs. Avenel as if to apologize for her husband and himself. "Poor Richard?" said she, "he is in one of his humors--all men have them. Come and see me again soon. When does Almack's open!" "Nay, I ought to ask you that question, you who know every thing that goes on in our set," said the young serpent. Any tree planted in "our set," if it had been but a crab-tree, would have tempted Mr. Avenel's Eve to a jump at its boughs. "_Are_ you coming, there?" cried Dick from the foot of the stairs. CHAPTER XX. "I have just been at our friend Levy's," said Randal when he and Dick were outside the street door. "He, like you, is full of politics--pleasant man--for the business he is said to do." "Well," said Dick slowly, "I suppose he _is_ pleasant, but make the best of it--and still--"