sent or
the future that can take us out of our natural selves. The past decides
our present. By the past we divine our future. History, poetry, science,
the welfare of states, the advancement of individuals, are all connected
with tombstones of which inscriptions are effaced. You are right to
honour the mouldered tombstones with fresh flowers. It is only in the
companionship of the dead that one ceases to be an egotist."

If the imperfectly educated Lily had been above the quick comprehension
of the academical Kenelm in her speech, so Kenelm was now above the
comprehension of Lily. She, too, paused before she replied,--

"If I knew you better, I think I could understand you better. I wish you
knew Lion. I should like to hear you talk with him."

While thus conversing, they had left the burial-ground, and were in the
pathway trodden by the common wayfarer.

Lily resumed,--"Yes, I should like to hear you talk with Lion."

"You mean your guardian, Mr. Melville?"

"Yes, you know that."

"And why should you like to hear me talk to him?"

"Because there are some things in which I doubt if he was altogether
right, and I would ask you to express my doubts to him; you would, would
you not?"

"But why can you not express them yourself to your guardian; are you
afraid of him?"

"Afraid, no indeed! But--ah, how many people there are coming this way!
There is some tiresome public meeting in the town to-day. Let us take
the ferry: the other side of the stream is much pleasanter; we shall
have it more to ourselves."

Turning aside to the right while she thus spoke, Lily descended a
gradual slope to the margin of the stream, on which they found an old
man dozily reclined in his ferry-boat.

As, seated side by side, they were slowly borne over the still waters
under a sunless sky, Kenelm would have renewed the subject which his
companion had begun, but she shook her head, with a significant glance
at the ferryman. Evidently what she had to say was too confidential to
admit of a listener, not that the old ferryman seemed likely to take
the trouble of listening to any talk that was not addressed to him.
Lily soon did address her talk to him, "So, Brown, the cow has quite
recovered."

"Yes, Miss, thanks to you, and God bless you. To think of your beating
the old witch like that!"

"'Tis not I who beat the witch, Brown; 'tis the fairy. Fairies, you
know, are much more powerful than witches."

"So I find, Miss."

Lily h