Christ. Above both
rows, on either side of the fresco, are two scenes; one being the agony
in the garden, and the other the Ascension. Beneath, between the arches
supporting the fresco, are SS. Sebastian and Roch, the former as fine as
anything in the picture.

As Luini's great work is the most northern fresco of any importance, and
is generally the first seen by the visitor to Italy, it serves as a kind
of introduction to the art which distinguishes that glorious land.

(_To be continued._)

CHILD ISLAND.

A FAIRY TALE FOR YOUNGER GIRLS.

CHAPTER II.

Just then the little hunting party came in sight, and some half dozen of
them, seeing the queen crying, ran forward to learn what had happened.

"What is the matter?" cried Alphonse, running up breathless.

"What's the matter?" repeated the king, petulantly; "I daresay you care
very much what's the matter; a pretty fellow you are to run off in that
style. Here's Pepitia--the queen, I mean--fallen down and hurt herself."

"Oh, poor thing!" said Amanda to Sophia; "she has hurt her nose, I
think."

"No, she hasn't hurt her nose, miss," said the queen, looking up from
her velvet train, for she had lost her handkerchief, and was wiping her
eyes on its satin lining; "and don't you call me 'thing' again, you
saucy puss."

"Lor, you needn't be so cross, Missis Queen," rejoined Amanda, making a
mock curtsey.

This retort produced a sharp altercation, in which several others
readily joined, and a dozen young voices were to be heard all speaking
at once. Their dispute, however, was not a very serious one, nor very
difficult to arrange; so when they had all become good friends, and when
the queen had left off crying, which she did on finding that her wounds
extended no further than a grazed elbow, the king inquired what sport
his companions had had.

"Oh, capital; look here!" replied Alphonse, showing a small ivory cage
containing about a score of butterflies. "Aren't they beauties?"

The butterflies were unanimously pronounced to be fine ones, and the
queen was expressing her admiration of them by a variety of
exclamations, when a little boy pushed his way into the crowd, and said,
"Oh! please queen, here's your crown; I found it among the bramble
bushes."

"Dear me," said Pepitia, "I quite forgot my crown!"

"Why, I've lost mine too!" cried the king, clapping his hand to his head
to feel for the crown, which ought to have been there but was not.

"I'v