Sonnets. By JULIA KAVANAGH Jan, Feb, Apr, Jun A Song. By G.B. STUART Jan Enlightenment. By E. NESBIT Feb Winter in Absence Feb A Memory. By GEORGE COTTERELL Feb In a Bernese Valley. By ALEXANDER LAMONT Feb Rondeau. By E. NESBIT Mar Spes. By JOHN JERVIS BERESFORD, M.A. Apr Across the River. By HELEN M. BURNSIDE Apr My May Queen. By JOHN JERVIS BERESFORD, M.A. May The Church Garden. By CHRISTIAN BURKE May Serenade. By E. NESBIT Jun To my Soul. From the French of Victor Hugo Jun Old China Jun * * * * * _ILLUSTRATIONS._ By M.L. Gow. "I advanced slowly up the room, stopped, and curtsied." "I saw and recognised the mysterious midnight visitor." "He came back in a few minutes, but so transformed in outward appearance that Ducie scarcely knew him." "Behold!" "Sister Agnes knelt for a few moments and bent her head in silent prayer." "He put his hand to his side, and motioned Mirpah to open the letter." * * * * * Illustrations to "The Bretons at Home." [Illustration: HE PUT HIS HAND TO HIS SIDE, AND MOTIONED MIRPAH TO OPEN THE LETTER.] THE ARGOSY. _JUNE, 1891._ THE FATE OF THE HARA DIAMOND. CHAPTER XXII. MR. MADGIN AT THE HELM. Mr. Madgin's house stood somewhat back from the main street of Eastbury. It was an old-fashioned house, of modest exterior, and had an air of being elbowed into the background by the smarter and more modern domiciles on each side of it. Its steep, overhanging roof and porched doorway gave it a sleepy, reposeful look, as though it were watching the on-goings of the little town through half-closed lids, and taking small cognizance thereof. Entering from the street through a little wooden gateway of a bright green colour, a narrow pathway, paved with round pebbles that were very trying to people with tender feet, conducted you to the front door, on which shone a brass plate of surpassing brightness, whereon was inscribed:-- ___________________________________ | | | MR. SOLOMON MADGIN. | | _General Agent_, | | _Valuer, &c._ | |_________________________________|