EUSTACE; OR, THE LOST INHERITANCE. A Tale of School Wife. BY THE REV. EDWARD MONRO, M. A., VICAR OF S. JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S, LEEDS. LONDON: JOSEPH MASTERS, ALDERSGATE STREET, AND NEW BOND STREET. MDCCCLXIII. 250. m. 152. IN a long, low room, three gentlemen were sitting after dinner. The well-polished mahogany table told of a day of old-fashioned comfort, and the circular carved backs of the chairs with their worked seats, of a style of furniture which is now in disuse. A window opened on a verandah, around whose fir pillars and raftered roof the jessamine and monthly rose strove for the mastery; beyond this a lawn sloped abruptly, crowned with lofty elm trees and interspersed with flower-beds of which I shall have to speak more. A window at the end of the room looked out on a high shrubbery, among the mysterious boughs of whose acacias, lilacs, and Portugal laurels, children had dreamt of labyrinths, or treasured up heaps of autumn chestnuts. Through the vista of those boughs could be seen the grey tower of the village church, which was emphatically "set on a hill." There was something peculiar about the B |