B. FRANKLIN. VII. THEORISTS OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY. RICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH. At the next meeting there was a slight deviation from the absolutely expected. Bedford and Mabel desired to dispense with the regular order of the day, and moved for permission to bring in a new inventor, "invented by myself," said Mabel,--"entirely by myself, assisted by Bedford. Nobody that I know of ever heard of him before. He is a new discovery." "Who is he?" asked Horace, somewhat piqued that there should be any one interesting of whom he had not heard even the name. "What did he invent?" asked Emma. "Did he write memoirs?" asked Fergus. "Did you ever read 'Frank'?" asked Mabel, in what is known as the Socratic method. There was a slight stir at the mention of this little classic. Few seemed to be able to answer in the affirmative. "I have read 'Rollo,'" said Horace. "I have read 'Frank,'" said Will Withers, "and 'Harry and Lucy,' and the 'Parents' Assistant,' and 'Sandford and Merton,' and 'Henry Milner.' In fact, there are few of those books, all kindred volumes, which I have not read. They have had an important effect upon my later life." "Hinc illae lachrymae," in a low tone from Clem Waters. For Colonel Ingham, the turn taken by the conversation had a peculiar charm. He was of the generation before the rest, and what were to them but ghostly ideals were to him glad memories of a happy past. "Good!" said he. "'Frank' was, in a sense, the greatest book ever written. Do you remember that part where Frank lifted up the skirts of his coat when passing through the greenhouse?" he asked of Mabel. "I should think I did," said Mabel and Will. As for Bedford, he had only a vague recollection of it. The others considered the conversation to be trembling upon the verge of insanity. "Perhaps," said Florence, gently, "I might be allowed to suggest that although you have heard of 'Frank' and those other persons mentioned, we have not. I do not think that I ever heard of an inventor named Frank,--did he have any other name?--and I am usually considered," she went on modestly, "tolerably well informed. Therefore the present conversation, though probably edifying in a high degree to those who have read 'Frank,' or who have some interest in horticulture and greenhouses, can hardly fail to be very stupid to those of us who have not." "My dear child," said the Colonel, "you are right. Mabel and I, and Will and Bedford here, are of the generation that is passing off the stage. We look back to the things of our youth, hardly considering that there are those to whom that period suggests Noah and his ark." "But who is the inventor?" asked some one who thought that the conversation was gradually leaving the trodden path. "Oh, we had almost forgotten him," said Bedford.