No. 2 found himself also among Peas--a field full--but they were all white ones, and had no scent whatever. He had been sown near the wall, and he leant against it and wept. Just then a young sailor came whistling down the road. He was sunburnt but handsome, and he was picking flowers from the roadside. When he saw the Sweet-pea he shouted. "That's the best of the bunch," said he, and put it with the others. Then he went whistling down the road into the village, past the old grey church, and up to a cosy little cottage in a cosy little garden. He opened the door and went into a room where a beautiful girl was arranging some flowers that lay on the table. When she saw him they gave a cry and embraced each other. After a while he said, "I have brought you some wild flowers; but this is the best," and he held up the Sweet-pea. "This is not a wild flower," said she; "it is a garden flower, and must have been sown by accident. It shall be put with the other garden flowers." And she laid the Sweet-pea among the rest on the table, and so the brothers met at last. The young couple sat hand in hand in the sunshine, and talked of the past. "Time seemed to go slowly while we were parted," said the young man; "and now, to look back upon, all our misery seems but a dream." "That is just what _we_ feel," said the Sweet-peas. "I was very sad," said the young girl softly, "very sad indeed; for, I thought you might be dead, or have married some one else, and that we might never meet again. But in spite of everything I couldn't quite despair. It seemed impossible that those who really loved each other should be separated for ever." Meanwhile the Sweet-peas lay on the table. They were very happy, but just a little anxious, for the lovers had forgotten to put them in water, and they were fading fast. "We are very happy," they murmured, "very happy. This moment alone is worth all that we have endured. It is true we are fading before we have ever fully bloomed, and after this we do not know what will happen to us. But the young girl is right. One cannot quite despair. It seems impossible that those who really love each other should be separated for ever." COUSIN PEREGRINE'S WONDER STORIES. THE CHINESE JUGGLERS, AND THE ENGLISHMAN'S HANDS. (_Founded on Fact_.) Cousin Peregrine had never been away quite so long before. He had been in the East, and the latter part of his absence from home had been spent not only in a foreign country, but in parts of it where Englishmen had seldom been before, and amid the miserable scenes of war.