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No RoomAuthor(s): Mary CorbettSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 34, No. 402 (Dec., 1906), p. 699Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20501065 .

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; getting in every one's was. Seeing this, Elizabeth suggested taking them to/ the-school-room for lessons, but Mrs. Arrow smith laughed at the 'idea.

"( You must not '1 ask- = impossibffifies Betty," she said.

"Neither you nor-- thosett poor mites are in a fit state for study.

For even you are= asexcited as can be. Now, confess, aren't

you ? `:;And excitement rsuits you. I never saw you look so

charming. I wonder if Charles will think you changed. 'Tis

tw good years since he saw you last. Keep that lovely rose

tint in your cheeks, and he'll think you lovely-more lovely, perhaps, than this beautifil Miss' Bindon that Punch says he -admires so much."

The rose tints in Elizabeth's sweet'face deepened into bright ,crimson, and she quickly busied herself with the holly and ivy she was stringng into hs- for the ballroom.

CLARA MULHOLLAND.

(To be continued.)

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No room for Him who poisedJthe suns in spe. A village inn rejects both Him and thee. Fare further, weary one, and thou wilt see A hollow in yon rocks,. -a sheltered rplace

Oh! haste thee, for the night draws on apace, And ere the dawn the olden prophecy: Will be fulfilled; thou wilt a Mo.ther ,.be,

And Yirgin still. 0XO Mary full of gace! ;::.And He, thy Babe, u?pon..the straw will lie;

:And kindly beasts..with:fragrant breatth the.air Will warm..nor grude Him shelter from the cold. But I, with-heart all chill and bare, shall I

Contemn this haven He hath found, or dare

Cast stone to smite the Bethlehemites of old? MARY CORBETT.

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