help to wear their mantle to the best of his ability. Their fond spirit power made Agnes and Edward feel their presence near when they were far away.

In consecrating a part of the clachan, they were bending to an influence which was not manifested either to the eye or to the ear or to the hand; they were bending to an influence hidden from outward sight.

Until now it were as easy to turn the west wind from its course, as it sweeps wild and free over the sea, as to attempt to stem the headlong current of this strong man's impulses and desires. But he was helped to grace by this new love, in countless experiences producing a picture not Ameri can, Canadian, English or Scotch-but human.

Calvert wished to learn to share the joys and sorrows of their combined people in the new clachan, in the same way as her clansmen had done with their men; to give money to bring some of these men from Straths and Glens from far across the sea; to help these men to make toil sweet, not bitter, and to hear them say from their heart, "Hail to the Chief!" He wished to have men build homes in this clachan where to-day no sound broke the silence save the ring of their horses' hoofs, where nothing was in sight save the rich country. and beyond which stood the mountains with their deep recesses of forest lands, with droves of wild cattle and buffaloes, and in the broad rivers that lay between the hills, lots of fine salmon. In the wild wooded valleys the wild fowl flocked in legions.

This possession had come to Calvert from his mother's father, old Norman Montgom ery. To this old man he bore a strong resemblance, both in features and character, swift and fierce in passion, keen to avenge, slow to forgive, imperious in love. cold in hate. We do not know ourselves how much there is latent in us, seeds of evil and of good, that are hidden deep down beneath the surface, and which are unknown to our selves until they germinate to seed.

In Reginald Duffrain, Calvert found a kin dred nature, and between these two there was a friendship and love which was rare, and which formed a bond closer than brotherhood. Duffrain was surely Calvert's "David." This bond of fellowship firmly riven in earlier days was now tested and closely renewed. Agnes. too, felt as if she were now in the bond. These three would, in the future, rely upon each other as men rely on their Own honor, silently and secretly. To-day was the forerunner of many similar experiences.

The shadows were slanting across the grass where they had upturned the first sod of turf, and the squirrels ran from branch to branch of the trees. Calvert came up to his wife with a basket which he held out to her, in order that she might take out of it the first handful of wheat. This she scattered over the newly turned soil.

The strange force of charm which this

girl-wife held over her husband was extended also to his "David." Her will became their law. It was faith in her goodness that caused the change in their natures. Looking towards them both, Mrs. Calvert said:

"I have been taught that when God was acknowledged as the builder by one who desired wisdom in the building of his temple. the builder was granted his request. We have to-day laid a foundation, square and true, abounding with benefits. Is not our benefit worthy of some homage? I would offer my sacrifice to-day. This sacrifice will bring gain in many to-morrows. It will avert calamity and increase our store. It will bring back interest tenfold. In the centre of the clachan let us build a church and dedicate it."

"Bring Mrs. Calvert her spade, Donald," said Calvert, and Donald brought it, as requested.

She took the spade and walking across to the centre of the clachan bounds, she took the spade out of Donald's hands and placing her foot in position, she looked up into her husband's face, saying:

"In memory of those angel-faces, I turn this first sod of turf, and I now promise to infeft it. In my right, I call it 'Montgomery Chapel.'"

He that is faithful in that which is least is also faithful in that which is large. It is not often that we find new inheritors aiming at glorifying those that passed to the silent land.

Nowhere yet had Agnes Calvert's charac ter shone so resplendently as in this deed. She was binding herself, in a true way, to her domestic altar as well as to the altar of new love. Here would live the names of her husband's dead, the name of his mother and that of his first wife who slept in faroff green Rathlin.

Mrs. Calvert's desire was to surrender her own will to that of her husband. She understood how dear to him had been his yesterdays, and her desire now was to glorify these yesterdays of his past, even at the cost of her own surrender of will. She desired truly to become his "Rebecca," and to make him her "Isaac." How often does the influence of a good woman give the law to man, -not compelling, but free.

Looking down into her face, Mr. Calvert said. "Agnes, tell me truly, is my wife content?"

Their eyes met: hers were laden with reverent love.

With Agnes, the memory of her grandfather was superannuated, not dead, and to-day that memory lived and breathed strongly. This Grandfather whom she had loved had passed some years before into the silent land, and Agnes had no doubt that he was translated into Heaven. She felt as sure of that as she did of her own existence, and she was not cherishing any mystical exaltation when the thought and desire came to her to peg off and reserve a piece

of this ground to his memory, in the hope that the sons of the men who had listened to his teachings and for whose training he had been responsible, might emulate his example. There are hundreds we know who give allegiance because they learn to love the beauty in a human character whom they have never seen. Their memory and life is mirrored in myriad lives, reproduced in countless experiences.

Shortly afterward they prepared to depart for home, most of the drive being spent in silence, each busy with individual thoughts.

"I think," said Agnes, as her husband threw the reins to Ferguson on their arrival home, "this has been one of the red-letter days of my life."

"Heaven grant that you may have many such," replied her husband. "for all your likings of heart and soul are good as well as artistic."

Mrs. Calvert was strong and young. She had never felt the chill of weakness or the cold that comes from want of strength. The birds were nestling in the branches of the trees as she rested in her room by the logfire after their return. She felt a charm in the freshness and stillness, that still charm winding itself about her, her senses yielding unresistingly. It was with a feeling warmer than pride that she reviewed the day's work. Physical beauty alone cannot impart the indescribable look which her face possessed as she sat there alone dreaming of the events of the day. The look came from the raying cut of the soul.

(To be continued)

Surely, woman should bring the best she has, whatever that is, to the work of Cod's world. It does not make a thing good that it is remarkable that a woman should have been able to do it, neither does it make a thing bad which would have been made good if a man had done it if it has been done by a woman. O, leave these jargons, and go your way straight to God's work in simplicity and singleness of heart.-Florence Nightingale.

"Won't you take my seat?" said the man in the street car, as he lifted his hat to the pretty girl.

"No, thank you," she replied. "I've been skating all the afternoon, and I'm tired of sitting down."-Puck.

"So Miss Bangel played for you? She claims she can make the piano speak."

"Well, I'll bet if it spoke it would say, 'Woman, you have played me false',"Tit-Bits.

Prince Joachim, fifth son of Emperor William of Germany, and Princess Marie Augustine, daughter of Prince Edward of Anhalt, were married, March 11, in the Royal Castle of Bellevue.

According to official German casualty lists which have reached London, the total of German casualties for February was 35,198. This brings up the total for the war, as shown by these lists, to 2,667,372. Mr. Hillire Belloc, in a recent article, demonstrates mathematically from Germany's own reports that her losses in dead alone now exceed 1,000,000.

Admiral Alfred von Tirpitz, German Minister of the Navy, notorious for his advocacy of the extreme submarine policy, retired, March 15, and Admiral von Capelle, Director of the Administration Department of the Admiralty, has been appointed his successor. Admiral von Tirpitz has been decorated with the highest honors by the Kaiser.

Mourning is absolutely prohibited in Germany; no wounded or crippled soldier is permitted to walk in the 'streets of the capital and of important towns. They can only show themselves when they are able to wear their uniforms in military way.

Germany's "Hymn of Hate" has been supplanted by "The Chant of the German Sword"-a composition brought out in Leipzig, recenty, and which has already run into half a dozen editions. This is what its anonymous author makes the "German Sword" say:

"It is no duty of mine to be either just or compassionate; it suffices that I am sanctiñed by my exalted mission, and that I blind the eyes of my enemies with such streams of tears as shall make the proudest of them cringe in terror under the vault of Heaven.

"I have slaughtered the old and the sorrowful: I have struck off the breasts of women; and I have run through the body of children who gazed at me with the eyes of a wounded lion.

"Day after day I ride aloft on the shadowy horses in the valley of Cypressses; and as I ride I draw forth the life blood from every enemy's son that dares to dispute my path.

The new play, "The Night Before," written by Harry Lauder, which has been well received throughout the country, will cren in New York, Thursday, April 20, Easter week, under the management of William Morris.

Clan MacKenzie, New York, will give a concert Friday evening, April 7, in the Amsterdam Opera House, West 44th Street, in aid of the British Red Cross.

Mrs. Annie MacAulay Jamieson

By the death of Mrs. Annie MacAulay Jamieson, on the sixteenth of December, 1915, at Baltimore, Md., U. S. A., the Island of Lewis has lost one of its most gifted and charming daughters. She died far away from the Island she loved so well. She had at the end the loving attention of a devoted husband and of a loving daughter. No one seeing Mrs. Jamieson when she left StornOway two years ago would ever have thought that the call would come so soon to her, a striking illustration of the uncertainty of human life.

Mrs. Jamieson was born and brought up in Stornoway and received her education there. Belonging to a family where kindness and hospitality abounded, she carried with her all through her career that kindliness of heart and hospitality shown to others which she saw practiced at home in her youth; and this trait in her character was easily carried out by one who was naturally of a kindly and warm-hearted disposition.

Having been trained to business habits at home, she found her early training most useful when she began, upon her marriage, a business of her own. Her business instinct and capacity were of a very high order and if she had continued to follow a business career, she would to a certainty have been very successful.

For some years she traveled extensively and in this way formed the habits of observing the features of the countries through which she passed, and the characters and dispositions of her fellow-travelers, and all this she put to good use in her literary work. She had a vivid imagination and a She power of describing scenery. wrote several books and contributed largely to papers and periodicals, and these were received with a good deal of commendation; as she was deeply imbued with religious feeling, there is a religious atmosphere about her writings which is very noticeable.

rare

She had a great affection for her native Island. Flat and uninteresting as it might seem to strangers, it had a peculiar charm for her of which she was never tired of speaking and writing; its moors, its lochs, its rivers, its hills appealed to her, and of the west side of the Island, the parish of Uig, with its hills and Loch Roag, with its many beautiful islands, she wrote with rapture. The sun setting on the west of Lewis was to her a source of great delight; her sense of natural beauty was very high. Perhaps a part of her fondness for Uig was owing to the fact that Clan MacAulay had

their headquarters there, and she was much imbued with the clan feeling.

She delighted to write and speak about the godly men she knew when she was young, and in her youth there were many Christian men in Lewis-ministers, elders, Catechists and Gaelic school teachers who were highly intelligent and gifted above the common and who have left their mark on the Island till this day; about these men she was never tired of speaking.

Among the books she has written are "The Three Kerry Pearls" and "The Old Lewis Guard." She has contributed liberally to the New York Caledonian. Her latest story, "From the Heather to the Maple," is a serial which has been running for some months in THE CALEDONIAN.

She had a peculiar affection for her native town, wrote about it, too, as a most suitable place for those in other parts of the Kingdom who needed rest and recreation from the arduous toil of the busy centres of the South. In her little booklet, "Sheaves From Fortrose," she gives a graphic account of the Old Masonic Lodge and its "Masters," written in a loving way as if her heart was full of affection for these men whom she had known in her young days. Of a charming disposition, kindly, frank and open nature, a fast and faithful friend, such must be the verdict of all those who knew her and had the pleasure of her acquaintance.

She leaves behind her a devoted husband and two daughters, Mrs. Maitland and Mrs. Morrison, to mourn her loss.

We regret to announce the death on March 4, 1916. of Captain Robert Jamieson, and he and his wife now rest together in the beautiful Druid Ridge Cemetery, Baltimore, Md.

Songs of the Hebrides

Women

Mrs. Kennedy-Fraser and daughter, Miss Patuffa Kennedy-Fraser, gave a recital of folk songs at Aeolian Hall, New York, on Thursday evening, March 16th. These two harming and talented kept the audience spell bound for two hours, in one of the most artistic performances ever given in New York, as they sang in Gaelic or in English, the songs that they themselves have collected in the Western Isles. An interesting feature of the concert was the recital by Mrs. Fraser of the tales and legends that go with the songs. Among the ongs given were: "The Sea-gull of the Land-under Waves," "Milking Croon," "An "Churning Lilt," Island Tragedy," "Cuchullan's Lament For His Son," etc.:

MRS. AND MISS KENNEDY FRASER

all were unique and inspiring. Miss Fraser's rendering of the "Milking Croon" and "Churning Lilt" in Gaelic was exquisite.

Mrs. Kennedy-Fraser in recognition of her valuable services in rescuing these songs from oblivion has been placed upon the Civil Pension list by the British Government. She has published one volume of about fifty songs, and has the second in preparation. Several of Mrs. Kennedy-Fraser's melodies have been used effectively by Granville Bantock, the great British composer, in his recent great symphony, "The Hebrides." Her manager, Mr. W. B. Feakins, Times Building, New York, deserves the thanks of the public for this musical treat.

We regret that more Scots were not present, when some of the leading musicians of New York came to pay tribute. The distinction of these songs is not alone their melody and quaintness, but in illustrating

the wide range of truly Scottish music apart from the time-worn songs one usually bears at Scottish concerts. It is hoped that Mrs. Kennedy-Fraser's manager, Mr. Feakins, will soon arrange for an other appearance in New York.

New Haven, Conn.

The last two meetings of the New Haven Caledonian Club were very largely attended. At the first of these, the semi-annual reports of the financial officers and of the Saturday night committee were read and accepted.

At the meeting of February 24, after the routine business of the evening was disposed of, Past Chief Robert D. Pryde took the floor and spoke of the good work of the present chief, Andrew Stephen, First Chieftain David Scott, Treasurer Charles Menzies, Financial Secretary William Dichie, Librarian William Black and others who are devoting time and service to the organization. Continuing, he said that there was "one officer I have not yet mentioned. I have omitted mentioning his name because there is not a member of the club but whose heart warms toward him. Secretary W. C. McIntosh, during his thirty-five years of membership, about fifteen years of which have been devoted to the arduous work of the secretaryship, has done much for this organization. By word and pen he has given the Caledonian Club a reputation that is felt the wide world over. We are proud of the work he has done, and is still doing for the organization."

Walking to the secretary's desk, he said: "Mr. McIntosh, we assure you that this is not flattery that we are practicing to-night, for, in proof of the respect in which we hold you, we beg of you to accept this purse of gold from the members of the New Haven Caledonian Club, with their kindest wishes."

For some minutes Mr. McIntosh, who for some time has also been the faithful correspondent and representative of THE CALEDONIAN in New Haven, was overcome with