. The Argosy. an, my young friend, and then well readthe tenth chapter of the same book. Good night, Mr. Owen, cried Gwens sweetheart, as he hurrieddown the stairs. Good night, and much obliged. Im very glad to have seen you, Mr. Owen called after him. Come again, whenever you like. That is all the story; because, you see, he never did come that was the way Mr. David Owen got rid of Gwens sweetheart. —MJ^^EM-^H THE NEW YEAR. What time at Winters touch,Earth doffs a little while her softer guise, And in his icy clutchSweet nature like a swooning maiden lies; When the cold night stays
. The Argosy. an, my young friend, and then well readthe tenth chapter of the same book. Good night, Mr. Owen, cried Gwens sweetheart, as he hurrieddown the stairs. Good night, and much obliged. Im very glad to have seen you, Mr. Owen called after him. Come again, whenever you like. That is all the story; because, you see, he never did come that was the way Mr. David Owen got rid of Gwens sweetheart. —MJ^^EM-^H THE NEW YEAR. What time at Winters touch,Earth doffs a little while her softer guise, And in his icy clutchSweet nature like a swooning maiden lies; When the cold night stays long,And dim and scanty are the hours of day, And silent is the songOf piping birds that made the woodland gay; When boding hearts own noughtBut joy afar and desolation near, To still the ungracious thoughtComes the rich promise of the glad New Year. Deep must the diver grope,When he would bring the purest pearl to light; And the fair gem of hopeCould not be ours if all the way were bright. Sydney Grey* iMBi. THE ARGOSY FEBRUARY, 1881. COURT NETHERLEIGH. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF EAST LYNNE. \ CHAPTER IV. AT CHENEVIX HOUSE. IT was a magnificent room, everything magnificent about it, as itwas fitting the library of Chenevix House should be: a finemansion overlooking Hyde Park. What good is there to be imagined—worldly good—that fortune, so capricious in her favours, had notshowered down upon the owner of this house, the Earl of Acorn ?None. With his majority he had come into a princely income, forhis father, the late earl, died years before, and the estates had beenwell nursed. Better had it been, though, for the young Earl of Acornthat he had been born a younger son, or in an inferior rank of that spur to exertion, necessity, he would have pushed on andexercised the talents which had been liberally bestowed on him; butgliding as he did into a fortune that seemed unlimited, he plungedinto every extravagant folly of the day, and did his best to dissipate
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