he saddest part of this tale may be given in a few words. Priscilla
Harvey never regained her reason, though she found pleasure in all the
beauties of nature and her life was happy during the two years before
her death. Dom Pedro went to Hong Kong and soon disappeared. Robert
Adams remained in Macao taking charge of the d'Amaral foreign business.
He was the daily companion of the unfortunate Priscilla in all her walks
and it was but a year after her death, when I visited my uncle Robert in
Macao, when the tragic event occurred which is narrated at the beginning
of this history.

My uncle is near my own age and we are more like brothers and have been
together, since the death of Dom Pedro at Camoen's Grotto. The Courts of
Macao exonerated Adams and though the good Dom d'Amaral would willingly
have had him remain in the house at Macao it was not pleasant to think,
that, even justified as he was, he had killed the only son of his host.

It was early in the morning when we left the drowsy city; the sun had
just touched the windows of Sam Januarius, and as the river boat dropped
into the stream, the church of Our Lady of Guia received its morning
salutation. The period had come to this story of love and loss, and the
book closed.

Perhaps it is just as well not to work, or play, or read except in "the
library of the grasshoppers" as do my own good, sleeping friends in
Macao.

My Sapphire Ring.

Where have I seen the sapphire rimmed with gold?
When on the dark blue Carribbean sea,
Floating at sunset, dreaming lazily,
I saw the God of Day the world enfold;
There did my eyes the sapphire rare behold.

I saw the sapphire, when the day was young
In royal Venice, as I lay and gazed
Into the morning sky, and saw, amazed,
Its deep hued brilliance, ere a bird had sung,
Or Matin bells from San Stefano rung.

Once when my course, with myriad sea-flowers strewn,
Was o'er Formosa's waves of purple dulse,
Rising and falling like a fevered pulse,
Moved by the hot and southern born monsoon,
I saw the sapphire glow in tropic noon.

But in our home, beneath our own blue skies,
Before I knew these treasures of the Earth,
I saw the sapphire of far greater worth--
The first born friendship in your boyhood's eyes--
Of which this ring as token now I prize.

The Hen That Could Lay and Lie.

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