Chapter 15 A TABLE OF LOVE IN THE WILDERNESS.

"Yet along the Church's sky

Stars are scattered, pure and high;

Yet her wasted gardens bear

Autumn violets, sweet and rare,

Relics of a Spring-time clear,

Earnests of a bright New Year." KEBLE

No more was heard or seen of Jephthah, or of Captain Venn's troop. The garrison within Bristol was small and unenterprising, and in point o