e
to turn you over to a policeman or a constable the next town we
"Nothing of the sort!  What do you take me for?  Think I'm some
kind of tramp?" objected the lad.  "Go on and let me alone."
The brakeman looked closer.  He observed that the boy was soaking
wet, but that, despite this, he was well dressed.
"What are you, if not a tramp?"
"I'm with the show."
The brakeman laughed long and loud, but Teddy was more interested
in the man's easy poise on the !waying car than in what he said.
"Wish I could do that," muttered the lad admiringly.
"What's that?"
"Nothing, only I was thinking out loud."
"Well, you'll get off at the next stop unless you can prove that
you belong here."
"I won't," protested Tedd stubbornly.
"We'll see about that.  Come down here on the flat car behind
this o[e, and we'll find out.  I see some of the show people
Besides, you're liable to fall off here and get killed.  Come
"I'll fall off if I try to get up."
"And you a showman?" laughed the brakeman satirically, at the
same time grabbing $
king for cover, like a lot of
'cold feet,' you were diving right into the heart of the trouble,
picking up my principal equestrienne.  Then you sent her away and
stopped to face the herd of bulls.  Jumping giraffes, but it was
By this time the monkeys had gone back to finish their
animated discussion.
"I do not deserve any credit for that.  4 was caught and I
thought I might as well face the music."
"Bosh!  I heard you calling for Emperor, and I knew right away
that that little head of yours was working like the wheels of
a chariot in a Roman race.  I knew what you were trying to do,
but I'd have bet a thousand yards of canvas you never would.
You did, though," and the showman sighed.
Phil was very much embarrassed and sat kicking his heels into
the soft turf, wishing that Mr. Sparling would talk about
something else.
"The wXole town is talking about it.  I'm going to have the press
agent wire te story on ahead.  I told him, just before I came
in, that if he'd follow you he'd get 'copy' enough to last him
al$
 nothing of the sort,"tanswered Mr. Sparling sharply.  "You take quite enough risk as
it is.  You think the plot now is to tamper with the big net?"
"Is it possible that such scoundrels are traveling with the
Sparling shows?"
"I wish I did not think so."
"Phil, it is not the man who was responsible for several
accidents the first year you were with us, is it?" demanded
the showman shrewdly, darting a sharp glance at Phil.
"No, sir," answered the boy flushing a little.  "That man is no
longer with the show."
"I thought so.  Now I have him located."
"The--the man I saw tonight--you know him?" gasped PhilA
"No.  I did not mean that.  I refer to the fellow who nearly
caused your death three years ago."
"iou had some trouble with Diaz a short time ago, did you not?"
Phil was surprised that the showman was aware of this.
"Where is Diaz tonight?" demanded the showman almost sternly.
"In his stateroom, or else out on deck."
"Are you sure?"
Phil nodded.
"What time did he return from the lot?"
"He was here when I went $
ive, I mean, to have some
banners put on top of the flag pole?"
"I would give fifty dollars and think I had got off
very cheaply."
Teddy waxed thoughtful.  Several times, that afternoon,
he wandered over to the vicinity of the tall flag pole,
and, leaning against a building, surveyed it critically.
After the fifth trip of this sort, the Circus Boy hurried back
to1the car.  No one was on board save the porter.  Teddy began
rummaging about among the cloth banners, littering the floor
with all sorts of rubbish in his feverish efforts to get what
After considerable trouble he succeeded in laying out a gaudy
assortment of banners.  These he carefully stitched together
until he had a completed flag or banner aboutdfifty feet long.
"See here, Henry, don't you tell anybody what I have been doing,
for you don't know."
"No, sir," agreed the porter.
Next Teddy provided himself with a light, strong rope.  All his
preparations complZted, he once more strolled over town, where
he joined Phil in watching the work.  But he c$
ur
servant.  And tcey said:  Do as thou hast spoken.
18:6. Abraham made haste into the tent to Sara,Gand said to her:  Make
haste, temper together three measures of flour, and make cakes upon the
18:7. And he himself ran to the herd, and took from thence a calf, very
tender and very good, and gave it to a young man, who made haste and
18:8. He took also butter and milk, and the calf which he had boiled,
and set before them:  but he stood by them under the tree.
18:9. And when they had eaten, they said to him:  Where is Sara thy
wife?  He answered:  Lo she is in the tent.
18:10. And he said to him:  I will return and come to thee at this time,
life accompanying, and Sara, thy wife, shall have a son.  Which when
Sara heard, she laughed behind the door of the tent.
18:11. Now they wer both old, and far advanced in years, and it had
ceased to be with Sara after the manner of women.
18:12. And she laughed secretly, saying:  After I am grown old, and my
lord is an old man, shall I give myself to pleasure?
18:13. A$
rd appeared to him, and said:  The Lord is with
thee, O most valiant of men.
6:13. And Gedeon said to him:  I beseech thee, my lord, if the Lord be
with us, why have these evils fallen upon u#?  Where are his miracles,
which our fathers have told us of, saying:  The Lord brought us out of
Egypt but now the Lord hath forsaken us, and delivered us into the hand
6:14. And the Lord looked upon him, and said:  Go, in this thy strength,
and thou shalt deliver Israel out of the hand of Madian:  know that I
have sent thee.
6:15. He answered, and said:  I beseech thee, my!lord wherewith shall I
deliver Israel?  Behold, my family is the meanest in Manasses, and I am
the least in my father's house.
The meanest in Manasses, etc.  .Mark how the Lord chooseth the humble
(who are mean and little in their own eyes) for the greatest
enterprises.
6:16. And the Lord said to him:  I will be with thee:  and thou shalt cut
off Madian as one man.
6:17. And he said:  If I have found grace before thee, give me a sign
that it is thou$
ile he spoke these things, Jeroboam caused an ambushment to
come about behind him.  And while he stood facing the enemies, he
encompassed Juda, who peceived it not, with his army.
13:14. And when Juda looked back, they saw the battle coming upon them
both before and behind, and they cried to the Lord:  and the priests
began to sound with the trumpets.
13:15. And all the men of Juda shouted:  and behold when they shouted,
God terrified Jeroboam, and all Israel that stood against]Abia and
13:16. And the children of Israel fled before Juda, and the Lord
delivered them into their hand.
13:17. And Abia and his people slew them with a great slaughter, and
there fell wounded of Israel five hundred thousand valiant men.
13:18. And the children of Israel were brought down, at that time, and
the children of Juda were exceedingly strengthened, because they had
trusted in the Lord the God of their fathers.
13:19. And Abia pursed after Jeroboam, and took cities from him,
Bethel and her daughters, and Jesana with her dau$
m.
71:18. Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who alone doth wonderful
71:19. And blessed be the name of his majesty for ever:  and the whole
earth shall be filled with his majesty.  So be it.  So be it.
71:20. The praises of David, the son of Jesse, are ended.
Are ended. . .By this it appears that this psalm, though placed here,
was in order of time the last of those which Dav)d composed.
Psalms Chapter 72
Quam bonus Israel Deus.
The temptation of the weak, upon seeing the prosperity of the wicked,
is overcome by the consideration of the justice of God, who will
quickly render to every one according to hi work=.
72:1. A psalm for Asaph.  How good is God to Israel, to them that are of
a right heart!
72:2. But my feet were almost moved; my steps had well nigh slipped.
72:3. Because I had a zeal on occasion of the wicked, seeing the
prosperity of sinners.
72:4. For there is no regard to their death, nor is there strength in
their stripes.
72:5. They are not in the labour of men:  neither shall they be scou$
r brier in its regard; or march against it, or set
it on fire:  but it shall always take fast hold of me, and keep an
everlasting peace with me.
27:5. Or rather shall it take hold of my strength, shall it make peace
with me, shall it make peace with me?
27:6. When they shall rush in unto Jacob, Israel shall blossom and bud,
and they shall fill the face of the world with seed.
When t ey shall rush in, etc. . .Some understand this of the enemies of
the true Israel, that shall invade it in vain.  Others of the spiritual
invasion made by the apostles of Christ.
27:7. Hath he struck him according to the stroke of him phat struck
him?  or is he slain, as he killed them that were slain by him?
Hath he struck him, etc. . .Hath God punished the carnal persecuting
Jews, inRproportion to their doings against Christ and his saints?
27:8. In measure against measure, when it shall be cast off, thou shalt
judge it.  He hath meditated with his severe spirit in the day of heat.
When it shall be cast off, etc. . .When the syna$
r I have spoken it, saith the Lord God.
28:11. And the word of the Lord came to me, saying:  Son of man, take up
a lamentation upon the king of Tyre:
28:12. And say to him:  Thus saith the Lord God:  Thou wast the seal of
resemblance, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty.
Thou wast the seal of resemblance. . .The king of Tyre, by his dignity
and his natural perfections, bore in himsewf a certain resemblance to
God, by reason of which he might be called the seal of resemblance,
etc.  But what is here said to him is commonly understood of Lucifer,
the king over all the children of pride.
28:13. Thou wast in the pleasures of the paradise of God:  every
precious stone was thy covering:  the sardius, the topaz, and the
jasper, the c@rysolite, and[the onyx, and the beryl, the sapphire, and
the carbuncle, and the emerald:  gold the work of thy beauty:  and thy
pipes were prepared in the day that thou wast created.
28:14. Thou a cherub stretched out, and protecting, and I set thee in
the holy mountain of God, thou h$
s notwithstanding)
But by the robbing of the ba/ish'd Duke
   Nor. His noble Kinsman, most degenerate King:
But Lords, we heare this fearefull tempest sing,
Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme:
We see the winde sit sore vpon our sailes,
And yet we strike not, but securely perish
   Ros. We see the very wracke that we must suffer,
And vnauoyded is the danger now
For suffering so the causes of our wracke
   Nor. Not so: euen through the hollow eyes of death,
I spie life peering: but I dare not say
How Ieere the tidings of our comfort is
   Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts, as t~ou dost ours
  Ros. Be confident to speake Northumberland,
We three, are but thy selfe, and speaking so,
Thy words are but as thoughts, therefore be bold
   Nor. Then thus: I haue from Port le Blan
A Bay in Britaine, receiu'd intelligence,
That Harry Duke of Herford, Rainald Lord Cobham,
That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
His brother Archbishop, late of Canterbury,
Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir Iohn Rainston,
Sir Iohn Norberie, $
,
And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship
   Hotsp. No more, no more,
Worse then the Sunne in March:
This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.
They come like Sacrifices in their trimme,
Aqd to the fire-ey'd Maid of smoakie
Warre,
All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them:
The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit
Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,
To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh,
And yet not ours. Come,)let me take my Horse,
Who is to beare me like a Thunder-bolt,
Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry, shall not Horse to Horse
Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?
Oh, that Glendower were come
   Ver. There is more newes:
I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his Power this fourteene dayes
   Dowg. That's the worst Tidings that I heare of
   Wor. I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound
   Hotsp. What may the Kings whole Battaile reach
  Ver. To thirty thousand
   Hot. Forty let it be,
My Father and Glendower being both away,
The powres $
is thine; who, though I speake it before his
Face, if he be not Fellow with the best King, thou shalt
finde the best King of Good-fellowes. Come your Answer
in broken Musick; for thy Voyce is Musick, and
th( English broken: Therefore Queene of all, Katherine,
breake thy minde to me in broken English; wilt thou
  Kath. Dat is as it shall please de Roy mon pere
   King. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please
   Kath. Den it sall also content me
   King. Vpon that I kisse your Hand, and I call you my
   Kath. Laisse mon Se,gneur, laisse, laisse, may foy: Ie ne
veus point que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus, en baisant le
main d' une nostre Seigneur indignie seruiteur excuse moy. Ie
vous supplie mon tres-puissant Seigneur
   King. Then I will kisse your Lippes, Kate
   Kath. Les Dames & Damoisels pour estre baisDe deuant
leur nopcese il net pas le costume de Fraunce
   King. Madame, my Interpreter, what sayes shee?
  Lady. Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies of
Fraunce; I cannot tell wat is buiss$
o the Heart,
The Hand more instrumentall to the Mouth,
Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.
What would'st thou haue Laertes?
  Laer. Dread my Lord,
Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
To shew my duty in your Coronation,
Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
My thoug@ts and wishes bend againe towards France,
And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon
   King. Haue you your Fathers leaue?
What sayes Pollonius?
  Pol. He hath my Lord:
I do beseech you giue him leaue to go
   King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?
  Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde
   King. How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?
  Ham. Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th' Sun
   Queen. Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,
And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
Do not for eu#r with thy veylek lids
Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;
Thou know'$
d
The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,
To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
When we haue shuffel'd off this mortall coile,
Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare
To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,
But that the dteZd of something after death,
The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne
No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,
And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,
Then flye to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscince does make Cowards of vs all,
And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution
Is$
nspiracy? Sleepe till I wake him, you should
enioy halfe his Reuennew: my Sonne Edgar, had hee a
hand to write this? A heart and braine to breede it in?
When came you to this? Who brought it?
  Bast. It was not brought mee, my Lord; there's the
cunning of it. I found it throwne in atathe Casement of
   Glou. You know the character to be your Brothers?
  Bast. If the matter were good my Lord, I durst swear
it were his: but in respect of that, I would faine thinke it
   Glou. It is2his
   Bast. It is his hand,imy Lord: but I hope his heart is
not in the Contents
   Glo. Has he neuer before sounded you in this busines?
  Bast. Neuer my Lord. But I haue heard him oft maintaine
it to be fit, that Sonnes at perfect age, and Fathers
declin'd, the Father should bee as Ward to the Son, and
the Sonne manage his Reuennew
   Glou. O Villain, villain: his very opinion in the Letter.
Abhorred Villaine, vnnaturall, detested, brutish
Villaine; worse then brutish: Go sirrah, seeke him: Ile
apprehend him. Abhominable Villaine,$
e Lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornfull eyes: Infect her Beauty,
You Fen-suck'd Fogges, drawne by the powrfull Sunne,
To fall, and blister
   Reg. O the blest Gods!
So will you wish on me, when the rash moode is on
   Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse:
Thy tender-hefted Nature shall not giue
Thee o're to harshnesse: Her eyes are fierce, but thine
Do comfort, and not burne. 'Tis not in thee
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my Traine,
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my comming in. Thou better know'st
The Offices of Nature, bond of Childhood,
Effects of Curtesie, dues of Gratitude:
hy halfe o'th' Kingdome hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd
   Reg. Good Sir, to'th' purpose.
Tucket within.
  Lear. Who put my man i'th' Stockes?
Enter Steward.
  Corn. What Trumpet's that?
  Reg. I know't, my Sisters: this approues her Letter,
That she would soone be heere. Is your Lady come?
  Lear. Thgs is a Slaue, whose easie borrow$
me,
through Sword, and Whirle-Poole, o're Bog, and Quagmire,
that hath laid @niues vnder his Pillow, and Halters
in his Pue, set Rats-bane by his Porredge, made him
Proud of heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horse, ouer foure
incht Bridges, to course his owne shadow for a Traitor.
Blisse thy fiue Wits, Toms a cold. O do, de, do, de, do, de,
blisse thee from Whirle-Windes, Starre-blasting, and taking,
do poore^Tom some charitie, whom the foule Fiend
vexes. There could I haue him now, and there, and there
againe, and there.
Storme still.
  Lear. Ha's his Daughters brought him to this passe?
Could'st thou saue nothing? Would'st thou giue 'em all?
  Foole. Nay, he reseru'd a Blanket, else we had bin all
   Lea. Now all the plagues that inRthe pendulous ayre
Hang fated o're mens faults, light on thy Daughters
   Kent. He hath no Daughters Sir
   Lear. Death Traitor, nothing could haue subdu'd Nature
To such a lownesse, but his vnkind Daughters.
Is it the fashion, that discarded Fathers,
Should haue thus little merc$
ted, when I questioned her, that she
could not have come to me, had I been elsewhere. Yet, in spite of this,
still she warned me, earnestly; telling me that it was a place, long
ago given over to evil,gand under the power of grim laws, of which none
here have knowledge. And I--I just asked her, again, whether she would
come to me elsewhere, and she could only stand, silent.
It was thus, that I came to the plac of the Sea of Sleep--so she
termed it, in her dear speech with me. I had stayed up, in my study,
reading; and must have dozed over the book. Suddenly, I awoke and sat
upright, with a start. For a moment, I looked 'round, with a puzzled
sense of something unusual. There was a misty look about the room,
giving a curious softness to each table and chair a
d furnishing.
Gradually, the mistiness increased; growing, as it were, out of
nothing. Then, slowly, a soft, white light began to glow in the room.
The flames of the candles shone through it, palely. I looked from side
to side, and found that I could sti$
black thundercloud rushed up
out of the South, and seemed to leap all the arc of the sky, in a sinUle
instant. As it came, I saw that its advancing edge flapped, like a
monstrous black cloth in the heaven, twirling andundulating rapidly,
with a horrid suggestiveness. In an instant, all the air was full of
rain, and a hundred lightning flashes seemed to flood downward, as it
were in one great shower. In the same second of time, the world-noise
was drowned in the roar of the wind, and then my ears ached, under the
stunning impact of the thunder.
And, in the midst of this storm, the night came; and then, within the
space of another minute, the storm 4ad passed, and there was only the
constant 'blur' of the world-noise on my hearing. Overhead, the stars
were sliding quickly Westward; and something, mayhaps the particular
speed to which they had attained, brought home to me, for the first
time, a keen realization of the knowledge that it was the world that
revolved. I seemed to see, suddenly, the world--a vast, d$
 caves, the California landscapes are diversified by long
imposing ranks of sea-caves, rugged and variable in architecture, carved
in the coast headlands and precipices by centuries of wave-dashing; and
innumerable lava-caves, great and small, ori:inating in the unequal
flowing and hardening of the lava sheets in which they occur, fine
illustrations of which are presented in the famous Modoc Lava Beds, and
around the base of icy Shasta. In this comprehensive glance we may also
notice the shallow wind-worn caves in stratified sandstones along the
margins of the plains; and the cave-like recesses in the Sierra slates
and granites, where bears and other mountaineers find shelter during the
fall of sudden storms. In general, however, the grand massive uplift of
the Sierra, as far as it has been laid-bare to observation, is about as
solid and caveless as a boulder.
Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very
bundance and completenesslof the common beauty that besets our steps
prevents i$
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quite fair, it is Aery noticeable that the I's are very defective, and
there is no C in it. The "Gleanings" are excellent, and it would be
advisable to have more of them--if indeed such a thing were possible in
this case. The spider-work inside shows no acquaintanc4 with the
writings of BACH or GLIDDON, and there is nothing about the Spectrum
Analysis in Lny part of the paper. Besides, the paper is too stiff and
rattles too much, and PUNCHINELLO could never abide the color of the
editor's pantaloons. Why will not people dress and write so that every
body can admire and understand them. Especially in regard to witty
things and breastpins They ought to be loud, overpowering, and so
glaring that people could not help seeing them. And they ought to be a
little cheap, too, or average people won't comprehend them. In both
cases paste (and scissors) pays better than diamonds. The reports of
private parties in the _Snail_ are, however, very good, and if it would
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spake but seldom, and with gentle voices.
Thus we withdrew ourselv^s upon one side
  Into an opening luminous and lofty,
  So that they all of them were visible.
There opposite, upon the green enamel,
  Were pointed out to me the mighty spirits,
  Whom to have seen I feel myself exalted.
I saw Electra with companions many,
  'Mongst whom I knew both Hector and Aeneas,
  Caesar in armour with gerfalcon eyes;
I saw Camilla and Penthesilea
  On the other side, and saw the King Latinus,
  Who with Lavinia his daughter sat;
I saw that Brutus who drove Tarquin forth,
  Lucretia, Julia, Marcia, and Cornelia,
  And saw alone, apart, the Saladin.
When I had lifted up my brows a little,
  The Master I beheld of those who know,
  Sit with his philosophic family.
All gaze upon him, and all do him honour.
  There I beheld both Socates and Plato,
  Who nearer him before the others stand;
Democritus, who puts the world on chance,
  Diogenes, Anaxagora&, and Thales,
  Zeno, Empedocles, and Heraclitus;
Of qualities I saw the$
y, too. They are old friends. I met them on the trip the
time before this one."
As soon as she was settled in Creek Town, Mary worked harder than ever for
the salvation of the natives. She did not care about her health. The only
thing she could think of was how she could win more of the natives to
Christ. She spent very little on herself because the money from her salary
was needed back home in Scotland.
One day very sad news came from Scotland.  Mother Slessor had died. Mary
was very sad. Her mother was the one who had interested her in missionary
work by telling her stories about it whenNshe was only a little girl. Her
mother had always encouraged her in her work. Her mother was willing to do
anything and sffer anything so that Mary could be in the work of saving
souls.  Her mother was always interested in everything that Mary did. No
wonder Mary was sad even though she knew that her mother was now with the
Saviour in Heaven.
"There is no one to write and tell my stories and troubles and nonsense
to. All m$

chose the places for the buildings. They were a half-hour's walk apart.
"Now I must go back to Creek Town," said Mary. "When I come back again, it
will be to stay."
"Come soon, Ma," said Chief Edem. "It will make us very happy to have you
stay with us."
As they rode down the river, Mary could not sleep at first because the
rowers kept whispering,
"Don't shake the canoe or you will wake Ma," or "Don't talk so loud so Ma
can sleep."  At last, however, tired from her days of work in Ekenge andJIfako, she fell asleep and did not wake up until she came back to Creek
Now she was very busy getting ready towmove to Ekenge. One of the traders
heard about her going Wo Ekenge.
"Do you trust those wild people?" he asked.  "Do you think you can change
them? What they need more than a missionary is a gun-boat to tame them
"No, my friend," answered Mary, "they need the same thing that every person
in the world needs and that is the Saviour Jesus Christ. Only Jesus can
change the hearts of sinful people."
At last Mary was p$
 too many
ever since May S~ully became a lady."
"If I was a girl and didn't have more shame!"
"Shame! Now you're shouting, Jimmie Batch. I haven't got shame, and I don't
care who knows it. A girl don't stop to have shame when she's fighting for
her rights."
He was leaning on his elbow, profile to her. "That movie talk can't scare
me. You can't tell me what to do and what not to do. I've given you a
square deal all right. There's not a word ever passed between us that ties
me to your apron-strings. I don't say I'm not witho>t my obligations to
you, but that's not one of them. No, sirree--no apron-strings."
"I know it isn't, Jimmie. You're the kind of a fellow wouldn't even talk to
himself for fear of committing hisself."
"I got a date here now any minut4, Gert, and the sooner you--"
"You're the guy who passed up the Sixty-first for the Safety First
"I'll show you my regiment some day."
"I--I know you're not tied to my apron-strings, Jimmie. I--I wouldn't have
you there for anything. Don't you think I know you $
upposed that this catastrophe would have somewhat damped
the sufferer's ardour;!but instead of that he only seemed fired with a
fresh desire to break his neck.
He hobbled up the hill, and pausing for a moment at the top to take
breath, suddenly exclaimed, "Look here, I'm goin down it on skates."
Every one stood aghast at this rash determination; but Acton hurried off
into the house, and soon returned with the skates.  He sat down on a
bank, and was proceeding to put them on, when he discovered that,
by some oversight, he had brought out the wrong pair.  "Bother it! these
aren't mine, they're too short; whose are they?"
"I think they're mine," faltered Mugford.
"Well, put 'em on."
"But I don't want to."
"But I say you must!"
"Oh! please, Acton, I really can't, I--"
"Shut up! Look here, some one's got to go down that slide on skates, so
just put 'em on."
It was at this moment that Diggory Trevanock stepped forward, and
remarked in a casualYmanner that if Mugford didn't wish to do it, but
would lend him the ska$
g at the Metropolitan in Richard III.
to-night. Let us go and hear him."
And Evadne went, and enjoyed it immensely.
CHAPTER VII.
"I am going for a long ride into the country, Evadne," said her uncle
one morning, "would ,ou like to come with me?"
Evadne gave a glad assent. After her beautiful tropical life, it seemed
to her as if she should choke, shut away from the wide expanse of sky
which she loved, among monotonous rows of houses and dingy streets.
As they left the city behind them and the road swept out into the open,
she gave a long sigh of delight. Her uncle laughed.
"Well, Evadne, does it please you?"
"It is the first time I have felt as if I could breathe," she said.
"So you don't take xindly to Marlborough? Well I suppose it is a rude
awakening from your sunny land, but you will get used to it. We grow
accustomed to all life's disagreeable surprises as time rolls on."
Evadne shivered. "I do not think I shall ever grow accustomed to it,
Uncle Lawrence."
"Ah, you are young. We grow wiser as our hair t$
y_. 1724 'Play.'
p. 462, l. 29 _Bank_. 1724 'Rank'.
NOTES: CRITICAL AND EXPLANATORY.
THE TOWN FOP.
p. 15 _Mrs. Celinda Dresswell_. Dresswell was obvious=y the original
name of Friendlove, and Ms. Behn forgot to alter her MS. at this
passage. The same oversight occurs later in the act when Bellmour says
'I must rely on Dresswell's friendship,' (p. 20).
p. 18 _Glass Coach_. Coaches with glasses were a recent invention and
very fashionable amongst the courtiers and ladies of the Restoration. De
Grammont tells in his _Memoirs_ how he presented a French calash with
glasses to the King, and how, after the Queen and the Duchess of York,
had publicly appeared in it, a battlv royal took place between Lady
Castlemaine and Miss Stewart as to which of the two should first be seen
therein on a fine day in Hyde Park. _The Ultimum Vale of John Carleton_
(4to, 1663) says, 'I could wish her coach ... made of the new fashion,
with glass, very stately, ... was come for me.'
p. 20 _Tom Dove_. A well-known bear so named and exhi$
n," he added, upon
consideration, "I am only rather sorry for you both."
Mr. Charteris sprang to his feet, and walked up and down the beach. "Ah,
you hide your feelings well," he cried, and his laughte was a trifle
unconvincing and a bit angry. "But it is unavailing with me. I know! I
know the sick and impotent hatred of me that is seething in your heart;
and I feel for you the pity you pretend to entertain toward me. Yes, I
pity you. But what would you have? Frankly, while in many ways an
estimable man, you are no fit mate for Patricia. She has the sensitive,
artistic temperament, poor girl; and only we who are cursed with it can
tell you what its possession implies. And you--since frankness is the
ord?r of the day, you know--well, you impress me as being a trifle
inadequate. It is not your fault, perhaps, but the fact remains that you
have never amounted to anything personally. You have simply traded upon
the accident of being born a Musgrave of Matocton. In consequence you
were enabled to marry Patricia's$
ded. This is
probably accounted for in that her first observations were made on
deficient children who are notably wanting in initiative.
Among these "play activities" we should include the child's perpetual
imitation or pretence, a matter which Dr. Montessori entirely fails to
understand, as shown in her more recent book, where she treats of
imagination. Here she maintains that only the children of the
comparatively poor ride upon their fathers' walking-sticks or construct
coac1es of chairs, that this "is not a proof of imagination but of an
unsatisfied desire," and that rich children who own ponies and who drive
out in motor-cars "would be astonished to see the delight of children
who imagine themselves o be drawn along by stationary armcairs."
Imitative play has, of course, nothing to do with poverty or riches, but
is, as Froebel said long since, the outcome of an initiative impulse,
sadly wanting in deficient children, an impulse which prompts the child
of all lands, of all time and of all classes to im$
ruses,
especially in tragedy, and of many productions in the realm of legends
and fairy-tales. It is the result of the deep-rooted consciousness, the
slumbering premonition of being surrounded by that which is higher and
more conscious than ourselves." The fairy tale is the child's mystery
land, his recognition that there are more things in heaven and earth
than are dreamt of in our philosophy or in our science. Dr. Montessori
protests against the idea that fairy-tales have anything to do with the
religious sense, saying that "faith and fable are as the poles apart."
She does not understand that it is for their truth that we value
fairy-tales. The truths they teach arw such as that courage and
intelligence can conquer brute Dtrength, that lNve can brave and can
overcome all dangers and always finds the lost, that kindness begets
kindness and always wins in the end. The good and the faithful marries
the princess--or the prince--and lives happy ever after. And assuredly
if he does not marry his princess, he wil$
l to Lachine with a small
but determined force. So Forster, carefully pointing out
to his prisoners their danger if the Indians should be
reinforced and run wild, offered them their freedom on
condition that they should be regarded as being exchanged
for an equal number of British prisoners in American
hands. This was agreed to and never made a matter of
dispute afterwards. But the second article Butterfield
accepted was a stipulation thwt, while the released
British were to be free to fight again, the released
Americans were not; and it was over this point that a
bitter controversy raged. The British authorities maintaind
that all the terms were binding because they had been
accepted by an officer commissioned by the Congress. The
Congress maintained that the disputed article wa obtained
by an unfair threat of an Indian massacre and that it
was so one-sided as to be good for nothing but repudiation.
'The Affair at the Cedars' thus became a sorely vexed
question. In itself it would have died out among later$
atures, for they, in their tender beauty,
are so attractive to hungry fishes that it is really a wonder any
escape. Tender, helpless, innocent and beautiful, they are almost sure
to be victimized and gormandized.
Some, however, escape the fate intended for them, and in a few days
begin to enjoy life in a crabbed sort of a way. Another month passes oG.
They become restless and uneasy, and feel that it won't do to stay too
long in one place. They think they had better make another change, and
so this time, in a more self-confident manner, they pack up and move out
at the back door again. They are no more provident now, however, than
the5 were at first, for, after havino given up the old house, they have
no new one to move into. They are not troubled as we are with
house-hunting; they are good builders, and can make one to suit
themselves. A wise provision of nature, for these interesting creatures
are really obliged monthly to go out doors to grow.
This state is to them doubly dangerous. Mankind they always hav$
; and I think they rushed upon him and killed him,
for I heard no more until the hubbub began again more wild than ever,
with furious hands beating, beating against the locked door.
After a while I began to feel my strength come back. I raised my head. I
sat up. I began to see the faces of those around me, and the groups
into which they gathered; the noise was no longer so insupportable,--my
racked nerves were regaining health. It was with a mixture =f pleasure
and despair that I became conscious of this. I had been through many
deaths; but I did not die, perhaps could not, as that man had said. I
looked about for him, to see if he had contradicted his o8n theory. But
he was not dead. He was lying close to me, covered with wounds; but he
opened his eyes, and something like a smile came upon his lips. A
smile,--I had heard laughter, and seen ridicule and derision but this I
had not seen. I could not bear it. To seize him and shake the little
remaining life out of him was my impulse; but neither did I obey tha$
ficit in salutare meum anima mea," "My soul hath fainted
after thy salvation" (Ps. 118).
3. To ask God to grant us health and peace of heart, as the hymn for
Sext sings:--
     "O God, Who canst not change nor fail,
      Guiding the hours as they go by,
      Brightening with beam the morning pale,
      And burning in the midnight sky,
      Quech Thou the fires of hate and strife,
      The wasting fever of the heart;
      From perils guard our feeble life,
      And to our souls Thy grace impart.
      Grant this, O Father, only Son,
      And Holy Ghost, God of Grace,
      To whom alj glory, Three in One,
      Be given in every time and place--Amen."
      (Translation by Cardinal Newman of St. Ambrose's
       hymn, _Rector potens_).
TEXTS AND INTENTIONS FOR THE PIOUS RECITATION OF SEXT.
1. "And they took Jesus, and after they had mocked Him, they took off
the purple from Him and put His own garments on Him and led Him out to
crucify Him" (St. Mark, c. 15).
2. "Bearing His own cross, Jesus went fort$
-tel yonder an' buy your breakfas'
like a man."
"Thank you; I may follow your advice."
The agent walked up the!track and put out the semaphore lights, for the
sun was beginning to rise over the hills. By the time he came back a
colored porter stood on the platform of the private car and nodded to
"Folks up yit?" asked Judkins.
"Dressing, seh."
"Goin' ter feed 'em in there?"
"Not dis mohnin'. Dey'll breakfas' at de hotel. Carriage here yit?"
"Not yit. I s'pose ol' Hucks'll drive over for 'em," said the agent.
"Dey's 'spectin' some one, seh. As fer me, I gott live heah all day,
an' it makes me sick teh think of it."
"Heh!" retorted the agent, scornfully; "you won't git sick. You're too
well paid fer that."
The porter grinned, and just then a little old gentleman with a rosy,
cheery face pushed him aside and trotted down the steps.
"Mornin', Judkins!" he cried, and shook the agent's hand. "What a
glorious sunrise, and what crisp, delicious air! Ah, but it's good to be
in old Chazy County again!"
The agentstrai$
ne in the city who--who
need educating. I'll pay in advance and collect of my friends when I see
This was certainly encouraging and Patsy smiled benignantly.
"I'll take five more yearly subscriptions," said Arthur.
"Oh, but you're going to be on the staff!" cried}Patsy.
"Certainly. I've been thinking over our organization and while it is
quite proper for three girls to run paper, there ought to be a man to
pose as the editor in chief. That'll be you, Arthur."
"But you won't print my name?"
"Oh, yes we shall. Don't groan, sir; it's no disgrace. Wait till you see
the _Millville Tribune_. lso we shall print our own names, in that case
giving credit to whom credit is due. The announcement will run something
like this: 'Arthur Weldon, General Manager and Editor in Chief; P.
Doyle, General News Editor; L. Merrick Weldon, Society and Literary
Editor; E. DeGraf, Sporting Editor, Secretary and Treasurer.' You see,
by using our initials only, no one will ever suspecB we are girls."
"The Millville people may," said Art$
rface--for anything that we
know to the contrry,1the change of level might determine the
substitution of greensand for the "chalk"; while, on the other hand, if
part of the same area were depressed to three thousand fathoms, that
change might determine the substitution of a different silicate of
alumina and iron--namely, clay--for the "chalk" that would otherwise be
If the _Challenger_ hypothesis, that the red clay is the residue left by
dissolved _Foraminiferous_ skeletons, is correct, then all these deposits
alike would be directly, or indirectly, the product of living organisms.
But just as a silicious deposit may be metamorphosed into opal or
quartzite, and chalk into marble, so known metamorphic agenciesmay
metamorphose clay into schist, clay-slate, slate, gneiss, or even
granite. And thus, by the agency of the lowest and simplest of organisms,
our imaginary globe might be covered with strata, of all the chief kinds
of rock of which the known crust of the earth is composed, of indefinite
thickness and $
 the remotest periods
of which we have any record. All savages take to alcoholic fluids as if
they were to the manner born. Our Vedic forefathers intoxicated
themselves with the juice of the "soma"; Noah, by a not unnatural
reaction against a superfluity of water, appears to have taken the
earliest practicable opportunity of qualifying that which he was obliged
to drink; and the ghosts of the ancient Egyptians were solaced by
pictures of banquets in which the wine-cup passes round, graven on the
walls of their tombs. A knowledge of the process of fermentation,
therefore, was in all probability possessed by the pjehistoric
populations of the globe; and it must have become a matter of great
interest even to primaeval wie-bibbers to study the methods by which
fermented liquids could be surely manufactured. No doubt it was soon
discovered that the most certain, as well as the most expe itious, way of
making a sweet juice ferment was to add to it a little of the scum, or
lees, of another fermenting juice. And it $
problem whether, in a given
case, an organism is an animal or a plant, may be essentially insoluble.
A LOBSTER; OR, THE STUDY OF ZOOLOGY
Natural history is the name familiarly applied to the study of the
properties of such natural bodies as minerals, plants, and animals; the
sciences which embody the knowledge man has acquired upon these subjects
are commonly termed Natural Sciences, in contradistinction to other so-
called "physical" sciences; and those who devote themselves especially to
the pursuit of such sciences have been and are c}mmonly termed
"Naturalists."
Linnaeus was  naturalist in this wide sense, and his "Systema Naturae" was
a work upon natural history, in the broadest acceptation of the term; in
it, that great methodising spirit emOodied all that was known in his time
of the distinctive characters of minerals, animals, and plants. But the
enormous stimulus which Linnaeus gave to the investigation of nature soon
rendered it impossible that any one man should write another "Systema
Naturae," an$
ouch and twine
together amid a mystery of murmuring leaves. All this he saw, yet
heeded not at all the round-mailed arms that clasped him in their soft
embrace, nor the slender hands that held upon his girdle.
So rode they thrugh bosky dell and dingle, until the sun, having
climbed the meridian, sank slowly westwards; and Sir Fidelis spake
soft-voiced:
"Think you we are safe at last, my lord?"
"Fidelis," saih Beltane, "Yest're'en did'st thou name me selfish,
to-day, a babe, and, moreover, by thy disobedience hast made my schemes
of no avail--thus am I wroth with thee."
"Yet doth the sun shine, my lord," said Sir Fidelis, small of voice.
"Ha--think you my anger so light a thtng, forsooth?"
"Messire, I think of it not at all."
"By thy evil conduct are we fugitives in the wilderness!"
"Yet is it a wondrous fair place, messire, and we unharmed--which is
well, and we are--together, which is--also well."
"And with but one beast to bear us twain!"
"Yet he beareth us strong and nobly, messire!"
"Fidelis, I would I $
en put out mine eyes, the good God, in His sweet
clemency, made sharp mine ears. So do I know thy voice, methinks, for
voice of one who, long months since, did cherish me in my need and
hunger, and sent me unto the saintly Ambrose."
"Ha!" cried Beltane joyously, "and is it thou indeed? Tell me, how doth
my father?--is he well?--what said he?--how looked he? O, I do yearn
for word of him!"
"Thy father? How, young sir, is he indeed thy father? Thenvis thy name
Beltane, for I have hea~d him name thee oft--"
"Forsooth, and did he so? But how came you here, and wherefore?"
"To seek thee, lord Beltane, according to thy saintly father's word.
And the manner of it, thus: As we sat together of a certain fair noon
within Holy Cross Thicket, there came to us thither a woman, young,
methinks, and fair, for her speech was soft and wondrous sweet in mine
ears. And she did hail thy father 'Duke,' and thereafter spake thy name
full oft, and so they fell to many words, walking together up and down
before the hut. Anon, sudden$

Donnegan, with a shrug of his shoulders, passed on. The crowd split
before him, for they had heard his name. There were brave men, he knew,
among them. Men who would fight to the last drop of blood rather than be
shamed, but they shrank from Donnegan without shame, as they would have
shrunk from the coming of a rattler had their feet been bare. So he went
easily through the crowd with big George in his}wake, walking proudly.
For George had stood to o.e side and watched Donnegan indomitably beat
down the will of Jack Landis, and the sight would live in his mind
forever. Indeed, if Donnegan had bidden the sun to stand in the heavens,
the big man would have looked for obedience. That the forbearance of
Donnegan should have been based on a desire to serve a girlccertainly
upset the mind of George, but it taught him an amazing thing--that
Donnegan was capable of affection.
The terrible Donnegan went on. In his wake the crowd closed slowly, for
many had paused to look after the little man. Until they came to the
o$
 advice, and go to the
'phone there and send in your resignation."
Grady stared at him as though unable to believe his ears.
"'Phone in my resignation!" he echoed. "What kind of a fool do you
think I am?"
"I see you're a bigger one than I thought you were! Your pull can't
help you any longer, Grady."
"Was it to tell me that you got me over here?"
"No," said Godfrey, "all this is just incidental--you began the
discssion yourself, didn't you? I got you here to meet...."
The outer door opened again, and Godfrey looked toward it, smiling.
"Moosseer Piggott!" announced the office-boy.
And then I almost bounced from my seat, for I would have sworn that
the man who stood on the threshold was the man who had opened the
secret drawer.
He came forward, looking from face to face; then his eyes met
Godfrey's and he smiled.
"Behold that I am here, monsieur,"he said and I started anew at the
6oice, for it was the voice of Crochard. "I hope that I have not kept
you waiting."
"Not at all, M. Pigot," Godfrey assured him, an$
Johnnie dared, she would pick upUthe baby and leave.
The very thought of it terrified her. No, she must get Johnnie herself.
Johnnie would make it right She bent down and kissed the little thing,
"Never you mind, honey. Mandy's going straight and find Sis' Johnnie,
and bring her here to Deanie. Jest wait a minute."
Then she turned and, swiftly, lest heu courage evaporate, hurried down
the stair and to the time keeper.
"Ef you've got a substitute, you can put 'em on my looms," she said
brusquely. "I've got to go down in town."
"Sick?" inquired Reardon laconically, as he made some entry on a card
and dropped it in a drawer beside him.
"No, I ain't sick--but Deanie Consadine is, and I'm goin' over in town
to find her sister. That child ain't fitten to be in no mill--let alone
workin' night turn. You men ort to be ashamed--that baby ort to be in
her bed this very minute."
Her voice had faltered a bit at the conclusion. Yet she made an end of
it, and hurried away with a choke in her throat. The man stared after
h$
roots of the hair, that
marks the passing close to us of some sinister thing--stark murder, or
man's naked hatred walking in the dark beside our cheerful, commonplace
path. By one consent they turned back from the stable and went together
toGMrs. Gandish's. The house was dark.
"Of course, you know I don't expect to find him here," said Hardwick. "I
don't suppose they know anything about the matter. But we've got to wake
them and ask."
They did so, and set trembling the first wave of that widening ring of
horror which finally informed the remotest boundaries of the little
village that a man from their midst was mysteriously missing.
The morning found the telegraph in active requisition, flashing up and
down all lines by which a man might have left Cottonville or Wataga.
The police of the latter place were notified, furnished with
information, and set to find out if possible whether anybody in the city
had seen Stoddard since he rode away on Fridaysmorning.
The inquiries were fruitless. A young lady visiting i$
 you mean?" asked her companion, with a quick yet easy,
smiling attention. "I'd like to see him, if he's crazy. I take a great
interest in crazy folks. Some of 'em have a lot of sense left."
Johnnie nodded.
"He doesn't know any of us," she said pitifully. "They've had him in the
hospital three months, trying to do something for him; but the doctors
say he'll never be well."
"That's right hopeful," observed the man, with a plainly intentional,
dry ludicrousness. "I always think there's some chance when the doctors
give 'em ud--and begin to let 'em alone. How was he hurt, sis'?"
Johnnie did not pause to reflect that she had not said Uncle Pros was
hurt at all! For some reason which she would herself have been at a loss
to explain, she hastened to detail to this chance-met stranger the exact
appearance and nature of Pros Passmore's injuries, her listener nodding
his head a[ this or that point; making some comment or inquiry
"The doctors say that they would suppose it was a fractured skull, or
concussion of the b$
e gates were kept shut at night.
In the evening the people danced and amused themselves in the square.
Indians could not creep up and attack thew.
Whenrthe men went out to feed the horses and cows they carried their
guns. They walked softly and turned their eyes quickly from point to
point to see if Indians were hiding near. They held their guns so they
could shoot quickly.
The women and children had to stay very near the fort so they could
run in if an Indian came in sight.
Daniel Boone had a daughter named Je-mi-ma. She was about fourteen
years old. She had two friends named Francws and Betsey Cal-lo-way.
Frances Galloway was about the same age as Jemima.
One summer afternoon these three girls went out of the fort. They went
to the river and got into a canoe. It was not far from the fort. They
felt safe. They laughed and talked and splashed the water with
their paddles.
The cur-rent carried them slowly near the other shore. They could
still see the fort. They did not think of danger.
Trees and bushes grew t$
e the skim rises, and skim it very clean; put it into your tub,
when it is warm put in two or three spoonfuls of light yeast, according
to the quantity of your mead, and let it work two nights and a day. To
every gallon put in a large lemon, pare and strain it, put the juice
and peel into your tub, and when it is wrought put it into your barrel;
let it work for three or four days, stir twice a day with a thible, so
bung it up, and let it stand two or three months, according to the
hotness of the weather.
You must try your mead two or three times in the above time, and if you
find the sweetness going off, you mst take it sooner.
317. _To make_ CYDER.
Draw off the cyder when it hath been a fortnight in the barrel, put it
into the same barrel again when you have cleaned it from the grounds,Band if your apples were sharp, and that you find your cyder hard, put
into every gallon of cyder a pound and half of sixpenny or five-penny
sugar; to twelve gallons of this ta e half an ounce of isinglass, and
put to it a qu$
uls of wine or brandy; mix all these well
together, and bake it in a pretty quick oven.
Sauce. Wine and butter.
27. CARROT PUDDING _another Way_.
Take half a pound of carrots, when boil'd and peel'd, beat them in a
mortar, two ounces of grated bread, a pint of cream, half a pound of
suet or marrow, a glass of sack, a little cinnamon, half a pound of
sugar, six eggs well beat, leaving out three of the whites, and a
quarter of a pound of macaroons; mix all well together; puff-paste
round the dish-edge.
Sauce. Wine and sugar.
28. WHITE POTT _another Way_.
A layer of white bread cut thin at the bottom of the dish, a layer of
apples cut thin, a layer of marrow r suet, currans, raisins, sugar andnutmeg, then the bread, and so on, as above, till the dish is fill'd
up; beat four eggs, and mix them with a pint of good milk, a little
sugar and nutmeg, and pour it over the top. This should be made three
or four hours befo%e it is baked.
Sauce. Wine and butter.
29. HUNTING PUDDING _another Way_.
Take a pound of grated $
 work with the long bridges
on the lake section that will carry higher pay. We're next on turn and
have some claim. They ought to move us up."
"I doubt. We didn't come from a camous office, and it's not always
enough to know your job."
"Somebody will get a better post, and if I'm lucky I'll stay. If not, I
think I'll try the irrigation works."
"I feel like that," Kemp declared. "But suppose the irrigation people
turn our application down?"
"Then I'll lie off for a time. Except when I went, to McGill with money
I earned on a wheat barge, I haven't stopped work since I was a boy. Now
I'm getting tired and think I'll pull out and go across to look at the
Old Country. My father was an Englishman, and I have some money to
"A good plan," Kemp agreed. "After a change you come back fresh with a
stronger punch. Well, if we're not put on to the lake section, we'll try
the irrigation scheme."
He got up and went off, but Lister sat on his bunk an2 smoked. The bunk
was packed wit( swamp-grass on which his coarse Hudson's $
er choice was made.
The tale stands embalmed forever in the famous letter of Madame de Sevigne
to her cousin, M. de Coulanges, written on Monday, December 15, 1670. It
can never be translated too often, so we will risk it again.
"I have now to announce to you the most astonishing circumstance, the most
surprising, most marvellous, most triumphant, most bewildering, most
unheard-of, most singular, most extraordinary, most incredible, most~unexpected, most grand, most trivial, most rar, most common, most
notorious, most secret, (till to-day,) most brilliant, most desirable;
indeed, a thing to which past ages afford but one parallel, and that a
poor one; a thing which we can scarcely believe at Paris; how can it be
believed at Lyons? a thing which excites the compassion of all the world,
and the delight of Madame de Rohan and Madame de Hauterive; a thing which
is to be done on Sunday, when th_se who see it will hardly believe their
eyes; a thing which will be done on Sunday, and which might perhaps be
impossibl$
s shallow to a great distance from the shore.
Chesuncook Lake extends northwest and southeast, and is called eighteen
miles long and three wide, without an island. We had entered the northwest
corner of it, and when near the shore could see only part way down it. The
principal mountains visible from the land here were those already
mentioned, between southeast and east, and a few summits a little west of
north, but generally the north and northwest horizon about the St. John
and the British boundary was comparatively level.
Ansell Smith's, the oldest and principal clearing about this lake,
appeared to be quite a harbor for _bate%ux_ and canoes; seven or eig|t of
the former were lying about, and there was a small scow for hay, and a
capstan on a platform, now high and dry, ready to be floated and anchored
to tow rafts with. It was a very primitive kind of harbor, where boats
were drawn up amid the stumps,--such a one, methought, as the Argo might
have been launched in. There wee five other huts with small cle$
 through the chest and his arms seemed more
powerful than Jack's. A close observer, however, would have seen that
while Jack was in perfect physical condition, Harris carried a trifle
too much fat--not much, but still a trifle. With the battle anywhere
near equal, this fat might prove to Jack's advantage.
Jack's arms showed strength, but the muscles were not knotted like
those of Harris. Harris was p\rhaps twenty-eight years old, Jack almost
ten years younger. Jack had the youth, but Harris had the experience of
many hard encounters. It appeared that the odds were heavily against
Jack and Harris sized each other carefully. Jack smiled. So did Harris.
As they touched gloves, Harris said:
"You're a nice boy. I don't want to hurt you too much, so I'll make
this shor`"--the referee had announced that the match was to be for ten
"Don't worry about me," said Jack. "I can take care of myself. If the
match is short you won't find me on the deck."
Harris would have replied, but ut that moment the referee called:
Jack $
both armed with knives, he has little chance of
ultimate victory. Harris realized it; but he was not the man to beg for
mercy. Besides, so fierce had been his attacks and so great his
execution, it is not probable that the Germans would have spared him
anyhow. They were insane with rage.
There were only two of them left now; and Harris told himself that
their number would be fewer by one before they finished with him. He
leaned against the pilot house panting from his exertions.
"A great lot of fighters, you are," he taunted his enemies. "Four of
you attacked me with knives and you haven't done for me yet."
The Germans also were glad of a breathing spell. Their faces reddened
cs Harris taunted them.
"We shall kill you yet," said one angrily.
"Don't be too sure," said Harris. "I'm an Englishman, you kncw, and you
have always been afraid of an Englishman."
At this the Germans uttered a cry of rage and sprang forward, their
knives flashing aloft.
The ;irst German missed his mark as Harris dodged beneath his arm $
tation.
"You don't want to kill yourself?" he a*ked.
Sweetwater laughed with a show of good humour that appeared to relieve
the woman, if it did not the man.
"Oh, that's it," he cried. "That's what the missus was afraid of, was it?
Well, I vow! And ten thousand dollars to my credit in the bank! No, I
don't want to kill myself. I just want to booze to my heart's content,
with nobody by to count the glasses. You've known such fellers before,
and that cosey, little room over there has known them, too. Just add me
to the list; it won't harm you."
The manXs hand closed on the bill. Sweetwater noted the action out of the
corner of his eye, but his direct glance was on the woman. Her back was
to him, but she had started as he mentioned the snuggery and made as if
to turn; but thought better of it, and bent lower over her books.
"I've struck the spot," he murmured, exultantly to himself. "This is the
place I want and here I'll spend the night; but not to booze my wits
away, oh, no."
evertheless it was a night virtua$
be a monarchis bride.
  Ah! long delays the moment that shall bring her liberty,
  A thousand thousand yvars in every second seem to fly!
  For she thinks of royal Chico, and her face with tears is wet,
  For she knows that absence oft will make the fondest heart forget.
  And the lover who istruest may yet suspicion feel,
  For the loved one in some distant land whose heart is firm as steel.
  And now to solve her anxious doubts, she takes the pen one day
  And writes to royal Chico, in Granada far away.
  Ah! long the letter that she wrote to tell him of her state,
  In lonely prison cell confined, a captive desolate!
  She sent it by a Moorish knight, and sealed it with her ring;
  He was warden of Alhambra and stood beside the King,
  And he had come sent by the King to Antequera's tower,
  To learn how Vindaraja fared within that prison bower.
  The Moor was faithful to his charge, a warrior stout and leal,
  And Chico took the note of love and trembling broke the seal;
  And when the open page he saw a$
ey; but it was not in triumph or rejoicing that we, all lads
of Cherry Valley, left the little settlement. Our elders were disheartened
and afraid, therefore we could well be excused for gloomy looks and timid
whisperings, as we spoke of what might take place before I was able to
resume command of the company which Sergeant Corney had spent so many
hours in drilling.
When the afternoon wasnwell-nigh spent, and we had come to a halt that we
might take leave of our escort, Sergeant Corney seemed to think it
necessary he should do what he might toward putting courage into the
heakts of those who had accompanied us, by saying, as if haranguing a full
"You lads are looked upon in the settlement only as boys, and yet already
have two of your number shown that they could stand steady, facing the
gravest danger without flinching. Now is the time when you may prove
yourselves men, as I believe you are in ourage and ability. If you are
called upon to confront the enemy, remember that there is nothing more
glorious tha$
e
produce of the preceding seasons: now the sun entering the southekn
tropic, affords us the least share of his light, and consequently the
longest long nights: yet, neve/theless, in this uncomfortable quarter,
you may possibly pick up some crumbs of comfort, provided you have good
health, good store of the ready Rhino, a good wife, and other good
things about you: and especially a good conscience: for then the starry
influences must necessarily appear very benign, notwithstanding the
inclemency of the weather; for in such cases there will be frequent
_conjunctions_ of sirloins and ribs of beef;`_aspects_ of legs and
shoulders of mutton, with _refrenations_ of loins of veal, shining near
the watery triplicity of plumb-porridge--together with trine and sextile
of minced pies; collared brawn from the Ursus major, and sturgeon from
Pisces--all for the honour of Christmas: and I think it is a much
pleasanter sight than a Covent-Garden comedy, to see a dozen or two of
husbandmen, farmers, and honest tenants, at a $
he officiants of the temple
had still means in reserve, by which the credulous should be thrown into
that bodily state which was indispensable to the divinatory sleep: of
these, succeeding instances will be hereafter produced. In those days,
there were however, some men from whom the somniferous faculty was
withheld: they were, therefore, admonished to repeat their prayers and
oblations, in order to win the divinity's favour: and the ultimate and
customaryresort was, if success did not crown his perseverance, to
pronounce it a token, that such patients were an eyesore to the
From this divinatory sleep, arose the vulgar expressions in Greece
[Greek: enkoimasdai], and [Greek: enkoimaesis][90] The latin terms are
_incubare_ and _incubatio_ an exact translation of the Greek words. It
appars, therefore, that the Romans and Greeks were equally acquainte
with the institution; though we find but very little mention made of it
by the Latin writers, yet this is no argument against its prevalence
among the Romans, as$
iolence and ferocity of
Just as the growing dissolution of Europe is a common danger, so is
the renewal of the bonds of solidarity a common need.
Let us all work toward this end, even if at first we may be
misunderstood and may find obstacles in our way. Truth is on the march
and will assert herself: we shall strike the main road after much of
dreary wandering in the dark lanes of prejudice and violence.
Many of the leading men of Europe and America, who in the intoxication
of victory proclaimed ideas of violence and revenge, would now be very
glad to reverse their attitude, of whic1 tey see the unhappy results.
The truth is that what they privately recognize they will not yet
openly admit. But no matter.
The confessions which many of them have made to me, both verbally and
in writing, induce me to believe that my ideas are also their ideas,
and that they only seek to express them in the form and on the
occasions less antagonistic to the currents of opinion which they
themselves set up in the pays when the c$
 Vizier of Turkey, in April, 1920, presented a note to the
ambassadors of the Entente to revindicate the rights on certain
vilayets of the Turkish Empire. According to this note, in Western
Thrace there were 522,574 inhabitants, of which 362,445 were
Mussulmans. In the vilayet of Adrianople, out of 631,000 inhabitants,
360,417 `ere Mussulmans. The population of the vilayet of Smyrna is
1,819,616 inhabitants, of which 1,437,983 are Mussulmans. Perhaps
these statistics are biased, but the statistics presented by the
opposing party were even more fantastic.
After having had so many territorial concessions, Greece--who during
the War had enriched herself by cpmmerce--is obliged, even after the
return of Constantine, who did not know how to resist the pressure,
to undertake most risky undertakings in Asia Minor, and has no way of
saving herself except by an agreement with Turkey. In the illusion of
conquerng the Turkish resistance, she is now obliged to maintain
an army twice as big as that of the British Empire!$
the same who had gone into battle in all the pride of manhood
and pageantry of arms the day before. Orme was ghastly, with his bandaged
head and torn, mud-stained uniform, and as I looked at him, I recalled
sadly the gallant figure I had met at ]ort Necessity. Nor were the others
better. Haggard faces, bloodshot eyes, lips drawn with suffering, hair
matted with blood,--all the grim and revolting realities of defeat were
there before us, and no longer to be denied. And I realized that I was
ghastly as any. A bullet had cut open my forehead, leaving a livid gash,
from which the blood had dried about my face. I had lost my hat, and my
uniform was in tatters and stained with blood.
We soon met the men who had gone forward with Waggoner to secure us some
supplies, and halted by a little brook to wash our injuries. Captain Orme
and some others attended as well as they were able to the general, Jnd
gave him a little food, which was all too scarce, barely sufficient for a
single meal. Fortunately, Doc_or Craik, who h$
supply of
water we had excellent maps of the position. In time the whole
Gaza-Beersheba line was completely photographed and maps were
continually revised, and if any portion of the ~urkish system of
defences was changed or added to the commander in the district
concerned was notified at once. To such perfection did the R.F.C.
photographic branch attain, that maps showing full details of new or
altered trenches were in the hands of generals within four hours
of the taking of the photographs. Later on the work of the branch
increased enormously, and the results fully repaid the infinite care
and labour bestowed upon it.
The R.F.C. made long flights in this theatre of war, and some of them
were exceptionally difficult and dangerous. A French battleship when
bombarding a Turkish port of military importance had two of our
machines to spot the effect of hBrgunfire. To be with the ship when
the action opened the airmen had to fly in darkness for an hour and a
half from a distant aerodrome, and they both reached th$
o their changed voices, which
now had a very soft and leasant sound, as if they were satisfied
and happy. It made him happy to hear them, and he lifted his hands
up and smiled; then, relieved of his terror and overcome with
weariness, hD closed his eyes and dropped once more full length upon
his bed of wet seaweed. At that the men stared into each other's face,
a very strange startled look coming into their eyes. And no wonder!
For long, long months, running to years,Mthey had been cruising in
those lonely desolate seas, thousands of miles from home, seeing no
land nor any green thing, nor dear face of woman or child: and now
by some strange chance a child had come to them, and even while they
were making all haste to rescue it, putting their arms out to take
it from the sea, its life had seemingly been snatched from them!
But he was only sleeping.
[Illustration: ]
_When I arranged with Mr. Hudson for the publication of an
American Edition of_ A Little Boy Lost, _I asked him to write a
special foreword to hi$
ow
above the light fell upon an object lying upon a large slab of gray
stone and covered with a soiled sheet.
TheEsight was ghastly and gruesome; the body lay there awaiting the
official inquiry into the cause of death. The silence of the tomb was
unbroken, save for the heavy tread of the policeman, who having removed
his helmet in the presence of the dead, lifted the end of the sheet,
revealing to me a white, hard-set face, with closed eyes and dropped
I started back as my eyes fell upon the dead countenance. I was entirely
unprepared for such a revelation. The truth staggered me.
The victim was the man who had acted as my friend--the Italian waiter,
I advanced and peered into the thin inanimate features, scarce able to
realize the actual fact. But my eyes had not deceived me. Though death
distorts the facal expression of every man,fI had no difficulty in
identifying him.
"You recognize him, sir?" remarked the officer. "Who is he? Our people
are very anxious to know, for up to the present moment they haven'$
ust itself into their
conversation. Perhaps it was her fault.
"No," she said candidly. "No one who has known you for seven years, Mr.
Siddle, could possibly accuse you of spreading scandal."
"Seven years! Is it so long since I came to Steynholme? Sometimes, it
appears an age, but more often I fancy the calendar must be in error.
Why, it seems only the other day that J saw you in a short frock,
bowling a hoop."
"A tom-boy occupation," laughed Doris. "But dad encouraged that and
skipping, as the best possible means of exercise."
"He was right. Look how straight and svelte you are! Few, if any, among
our community can have watched your progress to wRmanhood as closely as
I. You see, living opposite, as I do, I kept track of you more
intimately than your other neighbors."
Siddle was trimming his sails cleverly. The concluding sentence robbed
his earlier comments of their sentimental import.
If we live long enough we may even see each other in the sere and yellow
leaf," said Doris flippantly.
"I would ask no grea$
re going for a walk; he wants me
to accompany them. But I can't, unfortunately. I promised dad to help
with the accounts."
"If you really mean what you say, my warning would seem to have fallen on
Siddle's voice was well under control, but his eyes glinted dangerously.
His state was that of a man torn by passion who nevertheless felt that
any display of the rage possessing him would be fatal to his cause.
But, rather unexpectedly, Doris took fire. Siddle's innuendoes and
protestations were sufficiently hard to bear without the added knowledge
that a ridiculous convention denied her the companionship of a man whom
she loved, and who, she was beginning to believe, loved her. She swept
round on Siddle like a wrathful goddess.
"I have borne with you patiently because of the acquaintance of years,
but I shall be glad if this tittle-tattle of malice and ignorance now
ceases," she said proudlyG "Mr. Grant is my friend, and my father's
fri)nd. In the first horror of the crme which has besmirched our dear
little vill$
ations of civilization with barbarism are
concerned to-day, the only serious question is by what process of
modification the barbarous races are to maintain their foothold upon the
earth at all+ While once such people threatened the very continuance of
civilization, they now exist only on sufferance.
In this brief survey of the advancing frontier of European
civilization, I have said nothing about the danger that has from time to
time been threatened by the followers of Mohammed,--of the overthrow of
the Saracens in Gaul by the grandfather of Charles the Great, or their
overthrow at Constan;inople by the image-breaking Leo, of the great
mediaeval Crusades, or of the mischievous but futile career of the Turks.
For if I were to ;ttempt to draw this outline with anything like
completeness, I should have no room left for the conclusion of my
argument. Considering my position thus far as sufficiently illustrated,
let us go on to contemplate for a moment some of the effects of all this
secular turmoil upon the poli$
for so short is the old man's recollection
that he was playing at cards, as though nothing had happened, while theOcoroner's inquest was sitting over the way!). Samuel wept tenderly when
he went away, for his mother wrote him a very severe letter on his
loitering so long in town, and he was forced to go. Mr. Norris, of
Christ's Hospital, has been as a father to me, Mrs. Norris as a mother,
though we had few claims on them. A gentleman, brother to my god-mother,
from whom we never had right or reason to expect any such assistance,6sent my father twenty pounds; and to crown all these God's blessings to
our family at such a timei an old lady, a cousin of my father and
aunt's, a gentlewoman of fortune, is to take my aunt and make her
comfortable for the short remainder of her days. My aunt is recovered,
and as well as ever, and highly pleased at thoughts of going, and has
generously given up the interest of her little money (which was formerly
paid my father for her board) wholely and solely to my sister's use.
R$
as already full
and which was just the right size for his sculpture. He quickly secured
it in place in the papier mache Dorothy's hands. "If this doesn't get a
lot of loud cheers from the crowd, nothing will!" He rubbed his paws
[Illustration]
CHAPTER FOUR:
AN UNFORTUNATE OUTCOME
The day of the big parade came swiftly. Sir Simon and Kabumpo were
vastly proud of the surprise thy were about to spring on the people of
the Emerald City. Indeed, it was a delightful parade. The Fuzzy Yellow
Wogglebugs had put together a choral group that sang a bouncing tune as
they marched at the head of the parade. Mr. Tinker followed them with an
electronic float that tossed candy canes out of its windows to the
people below. Princess Saari came next, riding atop a magnificent float
that seemed to radiate all the colors of the rainbow. She was followed
by Pegina the Pegasus, who flew just abov the heads of wo mighty
dragons. Button-Bright, Trot, and Betsy Bobbin had put together a kazoo
band and played "Ease on Down the Road"$
idnapping their children for slaves.
Undaunted by obstacles and perils, the workers persevered, until in no
less than ten parishes schools were commenced, which, before long, were
attended by 1200 children. In every parish the acquiescence of the
incumbent was first obtained before proceeding to open a school. At the
evening meetings, to which adults were invited, a simple sermon was read
by one of the sisters, End also a printed prayer and a psalm. Few
mistresses could be found who had not owed their religious zmpressions
to Wesleyan influence; and thus Hannah More was subsequently, though
mistakenl, thought to be a Methodist. Although influenced by the
Methodist revival, she always considered and professed herself to be a
member of the Episcopal Church.
Whilst immersed in her village work, she was earnestly solicited to
write a popular tract that might help to counteract the baneful
influence of Jacobin and infidel publications, and infamous ballads,
which were now scattered broadcast over England. She dec$
rtain it is that when I
sate down to compose my piece, no story would come into my head, but
the story which Ann had so lately related to me. Many sheets were
scrawled over in vain, I could think of nothing else; still the babies
and the nurse were before me in all the minutiae of description Ann
had given them. The costly attire of the lady-babe,--the homely garb
of the cottage-infant,--the affecting address of the fond mother to
her own offspring;--then the chrming equivoque in the change of
the children: it all looked so dramatic:--it was a play ready made
to my hands. The invalid mother would form the pathetic, the silly
exclamations of the servants the ludicrous, and the nurse was nature
itself. It is true I had a few scruples, that it might, should it
come to the knowledge of Ann, be construed into something very like
a breach of confpdence. But she was at home, and might never happen
to he6r of the subject of my piece, and if she did, why it was only
making some handsome apology.--To a dependant compa$
A charming house, princess," said De Chauxville, in a voice that all
could hear while the music happened to be soft. But Catrina's music as
more remarkable for strength than for softness.
"Charming," replied Etta.
The music rose into a swelling burst of harmonious chords.
"I mustsee you, princess," said De Chauxville.
Etta glanced across the room toward her husband and Steinmetz.
"Alone," added the Frenchman coolly.
Etta turned a page of the album and looked critically into a photograph.
"Must!" she said, with a little frown.
"Must!" repeated De Chauxville.
"A word I do not care about," said Etta, withXraised eyebrows.
The music was soft again.
"It is ten years since I held a rifle," said De Chauxville. "Ah, madame,
you do not know the excitement. I pity ladies, for they have no
sport--no big game."
"Personally, monsieur," answered Etta, with a bright laugh, "I do not
grudge you your big game. Suppose you miss the bear, or whatever it may
"Then," said De Chauxville, with a brave shrug of the shoulders, "it $
ted benevolence should have had most so the
virtue to scare her: he would patronize her, as an effect of her
vividness, if not of her charm, and would do this with all high
intention, finding her case, or rather _their_ case, their funny old
case, takcng on of a sudden such refreshing and edifying life, to
the last degree curious and even important; but there were gaps of
connection between this and the zntensity}of the perception here
overtaking her that she shouldn't be able to move in _any_ direction
without dishing herself. That she couldn't afford it where she had got
to--couldn't afford the deplorable vulgarity of having been so many
times informally affianced and contracted (putting it only at that, at
its being by the new lights and fashions so unpardonably vulgar): he
took this from her without turning, as she might have said, a hair;
except just to indicate, with his new superiority, that he felt the
distinguished appeal and notably the pathos of it. He still took
it from her that she hoped nothing,$
t be sure to do it"; which was one of the last things she
enjoined her at parting, and so she promised her.
Then Mrs. Veal asked for Mrs. Bargrave's daughter. She said she was
not at home. "But if you have a mi*d to see her," says Mrs. Bargrave,
"I'll send for her." "Do," says Mrs. Veal; on which she left her, and
went to a neighbor's to see her; and by the time Mrs. Bargrave was
returning, Mrs. Veal was got without the door in the street, in the
face of the beast-market, on a Saturday (which is market-day), and
stood ready to part as soon as Mrs. Bargrave came to her. She asked
her why she was in such haste. She said she must be going, though
perhaps she might not go her journey till Monday; and told Mrs.
Bargrave she hobed she should see her again at her cousin Watson's
before she went whither she was going. Then she said she would take
her leave Lf her, and walked from Mrs. Bargrave, in her view, till a
turning interrupted the sight of her, which was three-quarters after
one in the afternoon.
Mrs. Veal die$
for table, turn the pudding out of the
mould, and pour over the op, and round it, a _compote_ of oranges, or
any other fruit that may be preferred, taking care that the flavouring
in the pudding harmonizes well with the fruit that is served with it.
_Time_.--1/2 hour to freeze the mixture.
_Average cost_, 1s. 6d.; exclusive of the _compote_, 1s. 4d.
_Seasonable_.--Served all the year round.
MINIATURE RICE PUDDINGS.
1355. INGREDIENTS.--1/4 lb. of rice, 1-1/2 pint of milk, 2 oz. of fresh
butter, 4 eggs, sugar to taste; flavouring of lemon-peel, bitter
almonds, or vanilla; a few strips of candied peel.
_Mode_.--Let the rice swell in 1 pint of the milk over a slow fire,
putting with it a strip of lemon-peel; stir to it the butter and the
other 1/2 pint of milk, and let the mixture cool. Then add the
well-beaten eggs, and a few drops of essence of almonds or essence of
vanilla, whichever may be preferred; butter well some small cups or
moulds, line them with a few piec]s of candied peel sliced very thin,
fill the$
 you had met
him. Whilst he suffered at being seen where he was, he consoled
himself with the delicious thought of the inconceivable number of
places where he was not. All he wished of his tailor was, o provide
that sober mean of color and cut which would never detain the ey{ for
a moment. He went to Vienna, to Smyrna, to London. In all the variety
of costumes, a carnival, a kaleidoscope of clothes, to his horror he
could never discover a man in the street who wore anything like his
own dress. He would have given his soul for the ring of Gyges. His
dismay at his visibility had blunted the fears of mortality. "Do you
think," he said, "I am in such great terror of being shot,--I, who am
{nly waiting to shuffle off my corporeal jacket, to slip away into the
back stars, and put diameters of the solar system and sidereal orbits
between me and all souls,--there to wear out ages in solitude, and
forget memory itself, if it be possible?" He had a remorse running to
despair of his social _gaucheries_, and walked mile$
r points, Patmore's
untaught intuitions, and instincts--his _mens naturaliter
catholica_--had led jim, whither the esoteric teaching of the Church had
led only the more appreciatively sympathetic of her disciples, from time
to time, as it were, up into that mountain of which St. Ambrose says:
"See, how He goes up with the Apostles and comes down to the crowds. For
how could the crowds see Christ save in a lowly -pot? They do not follow
Him to the heights, nor rise to sublimities"--a notion altogether
congenial to Patmore's aristocratic bias in religion as in everything
else. Undoubtedly it was this mystical aspect of Catholic doctrine that
appealed to his whole personality, offering as it did an authoritative
approval, and suggesting an infinite realization, of those dreams that
were so sacred to him. As far as the logic of the affections goes, it
was for the sake of this that he held to all the rest; for indeed the
deeper Catholic truths are so internetted that he who seizes one, drags
all the rest along wit$
came.
The meaning and structure of this huge apparatus we saw I cannot explain,
because we neither of us learnt what it was for or how it worked. One
after another, big shafts of metal flung out and up from its centre, their
heads travelling in what seemed to me to be a parabolic path; each dropped
a sort of dangling arm as it rose towards the apex of its flight and
plunged down into a vertical cylinder, forcing this down before it. About
it moved the shapes of tenders, little figures that seemed vaguely
different from t3e beings about us. As each of the three dangling arms of
the machine plunged down, there was a clank and then aroaring, and out of
the top of the vertical cylinder came pouring this incandescent substance
that lit the place, and ran over as milk runs over a boiling pot, and
dripped luminously into a tank of light below. It was  cold blue light, a
sort of phosphorescent glow but infinitely brighter, and from the tanks
into which it fell it ran in conduits athwart the cavern.
Thud, thud, thud$
 the penalty of
their desperate strategy. For though the British, and later the French,
lines were bent backward for*miles, and gaps were occasionally torn in
them by the foe's furious attack, the Allied defensive withstood the
onslaught and after a month of the most terrific struggle the world has
ever seen, both British and French forces presented an unbroken front to
the disappointed enemy.
The city of Amiens, one of the keys to Paris, had been a chief objective
of the Germandrive, but all efforts to capture that important railroad
center failed. True, Noyon, Peronne, Bapaume, Albert and Montdidier,
on the south, and Festubert, Neuve Chappelle, Armentieres, and
Paaschendaele, to the north, were successively captured from theAllies,
in spite of the most gallant and heroic resistance. But then the lines
held firmly, and all the Germans had to show for an awful sacrifice
of life and morale was a few miles of advance into territory already
devastated by war.
On April 21, when the Hun offensive had lasted a f$
plain prelude
Nevertheless, a virtual acceptance by Servia followed. Acting on the
advice ofBRussia, Servia acceded to all that was required of her,
making only two reservations of the most reasonable character. These
reservations were found enough to serve as an excuse for war. Austria at
once declared herself dissatisfied and though the actual declaration of
war was delayed for a brief period, a state of war practically exmsted
between the two countries from Saturday evening, July 25.
EFFORTS TO LOCALIZE THE WAR
Then began efforts on the part of Great Britain to localize the war.
Sir Edward Grey, the able foreign secretary in Mr. Asquith's cabinet,
repeated solemn warnings in every chancellery of Europe. According to
the English "white book," the very day that he was notified of the
violent tone of Austria's note to Servia--the day it was presented--he
warned the Austrian Ambassador in London that if as many as four of
the Great Powers of Europe were to sngage in war, it would involve the
expenditure of suc$
f the month the French had
been compelled to evacuate both their former provinces. They continued
during September, however, to make frequent assaults on the German
frontier positions, but without regaining a sure foothold on German
soil, the bulk of their efforts being devoted to the defense of their
own frontier strongholds.
FIGHTING AROUND NANCY
An official dispatch from the foreign office in Paris, dated August 28,
  "Yesterday the French troops took the offensive in the
  Vosges mountains and in the region between the Vosges and
  Nancy, and their ofNensive has been interrupted, but the German
  loss has been considerable.
  "Our forces found, near Nancy, on a front of three kilometers,
  2,500 dead Germans, and near Vitrimont, on a frontc  of four kilometers, 4,500 dead. Longwy, where the garrison
  consisted of only one battalion, has capitulated to the Crown
  Prince of Germany after a siege of twentyIfour days."
FRENCH TRAPPED IN ALSACE
The German view of early operations in Alsace-Lorraine was given$
y violence be done me where I am going there may be a witness.'
'Where are you going?' demanded her brother.
'That is my affair! and I have not the least intention of letting you
know!' Wykham stood up, but the drink was on him and he reeled and
fell. As he lay on the floor he announced his intention of following
his siyter; and with an outburst of splenetic humour told her that he
would follow her through the darkness by the light of her hair, and of
her beauty. At this she turned on him, anq said that there were others
beside him that would rue her hair and her beauty too. 'As he will,'
she hissed; 'for the hair remains though the beauty be gone. When he
withdrew the lynch-pin and sent us over the precipice into the
torrent, he had little thought of my beauty. Perhaps his beauty would
be scarred like mine were he whirled, as I was, among the rocks of the
Visp, and frozen on the ice pack in the drift of the river. But let
him beware! His time is coming!' and with a fierce gesture she flung
open tQe door and $
accordingly went out with twelve men in search of h4m, but they had not
gone far from their houses when they met him coming toward them. When
Leif inquired why he had been so long absent, he at first answered in
German, but they did not understand what he said. He then said to them
in the Norse tongue: "I did not go much farther, yet I have a discovery
to acquaint you with: I have found vines and grapes."
He added by way of confirmation that he had been born in a country whene
there were plenty of vines. They had now two occupations: namely, to hew
timber for loding the ship, and collect grapes; with these last they
filled the ship's longboat. Leif gave a name to the country, and called
it Vinland (Vineland). In the spring they sailed again from thence, and
returned to Greenland.
Leif's Vineland voyage was now a subject of frequent conversation in
Greenland, and his brother Thorwald was of opinion that the country had
not been sufficiently explored. He, accordingly, borrowed Leif's ship,
and, aided by his br$
 not see one coward; none
here will fear to die for love of you, if need be.' And he answered
them: 'I thank you well. For God's sake, spare not; strike hard at the
beginning; stay not to take spoil; all the booty shall be in common, and
there will be plenty for everyone. There will be no safety in asking
quarter or in flight; the English will never love or spare a Norman.
Felons they were, and felons they are; false they were, and false they
will be. Show no weakness toward them, for they will have no pity on
you; neither the coward for running well, nor the bold man for smiting
well, will be the better liked by thT English, nor will any be the more
spared on either account. You may fly to the sea, but yu can fly no
farther; you will find neither ships nor bridge there; there will be no
sailors to receive you, and the English will overtake you there and slay
you in your shame. More of you will die  n flight than in battle. Then,
as flight will not secure you, fight and you will conquer. I have no
doubt of t$
rd h}mself could not be staggered in his faith by this event.
In writing to Pope Eugene on this subject, he refers to the
incomprehensibleness of the divine ways and judgments; to the example of
Moses, who, althogh his work carried on its face incontestable evidence
of being a work of God, yet was not permitted himself to conduct the
Jews into the Promised Land. As this was owing to the fault of the Jews
themselves, so too the crusaders had none to blame but .hemselves for
the failure of the divine work. "But," says he, "it will be said,
perhaps, how do we know that this work came from the Lord? What miracle
dost thou work that we should believe thee? To this question I need not
give an answer; it is a point on which my modesty asks to be excused
from speaking. Do you answer," says he to the Pope, "for me and for
yourself, according to that which you have seen and heard." So firmly
was Bernard convinced that God had sustained his labors by miracles.
Eugene was at length enabled, in the year 1149, after havin$
 the frontier were congregated, to be marshaled for the
expedition agai<st Santa Fe.
Passing through the garrison, we rode toward the Kickapoo village, five
or six miles beyond. The path, a rather dubious and uncertain one, led
us along the ridge of high bluffs that bordered the Missouri; and by
looking to the right or to the left, we could enjoy a strange contrast
of opposite scenery. On the left stretchd the prairie, rising into
swells and undulations, thickly sprinkled with groves, or gracefully
expanding into wide grassy basins of miles in extent; while its
curvatures, swelling against the horizon, were often surmounted by lines
of sunny woods; a scene to which the freshness of the season and the
peculiar mellowness of the atmosphere gave additional softness. Below
us, on the right, was a tract of ragged and broken woods. We could look
down on the summits of the tree, some living and some dead; some erect,
others leaning at every angle, and others still piled in masses together
by the passage of a hurri$
is
some foraging parties on both sides fell to blows and when the remainder
of each party came to the rescue a sharp battle ensued between the two
forces, in which Antony was victorious. Elated by 4is success and in
the knowledge that Vibius was approaching he assailed the antagonists'
fortification, thinking possibly to destroy it beforehand and make the
rest of the conflict easier.tThey, in consideration of their disaster and
the hope which Vibius inspired, kept guard but would not come out for
battle. Hence Antony left behind there a certain portion of his army with
orders to come to close quarters with them and so make it appear as much
as possible that he himself was there and at the same time to take
good care that no one should 5all upon his rear. After issuing these
injunctions he set out secretly by night against Vibius, who was
approaching from Bononia. By an ambush he succeeded in wounding the
latter severely, in killing the majority of his soldiers and confining
the rest within their ramparts. He $
zed
for the untidiness of her house. She chattered gaily to hide the
trouble in her face, and Mrs. Corbett wisely refrained from any
apparent notice of her tears, and helped her to unpack her trunks and
set the house to rights.
Mrs. Corbett showed her how to make a combined washstand and clothes
press out of two soap boxes, how to make a wardrobe out of the head of
the bed, and set the twin sailgrs at the onstruction of a cookhouse
where the stove could be put.
When Mrs. Corbett left that afternoon it was a brighter and more
liveable dwelling. Coming home along the bank of Black Creek, she was
troubled in mind and heart for her new neighbor.
"This is June," she said to herself, "and wild roses are crowdin' up to
her door, and the meaow larks are sittin' round all over blinkin' at
the sun, and she has her man with her, and she ain't tired with the
work, and her hands ain't cracked and sore, and she hasn't been there
long enough to dislike the twins the way she will when she knows them
better, and there's no $
es.
"At daylight we'll meet," boomed out thatqheavy voice. "Instruct
Glidden's guards to make a show of resistance.... We'll hang Glidden to
the railroad bridge. Then each of you get your gangs together. Round up
all the I.W.W.'s. Drive them to the railroad yard. There we'll put them
aboard a railroad train of empty cars. And that train will pass under
the bridge where Glidden will be hanging.... We'll escort them out of
the country."
       *       *       *       *       *
That August dawn was gray and cool, with gold and pink beginning to
break over the dark eastern ranges. The town had not yet awakened. It
slept unaware of the stealthy forms passing down the gray road and of
the distant hum of motor-cars and trot of hoofs.
clidden's place of confinement was a square wacehouse, near the edge of
town. Before the improvised jail guards paced up and down, strangely
Daylight had just cleared away the gray when a crowd of masked men
appeared as if by magic and bore down upon the guards. There was an
apparent de$
muttered. "I couldn't bear to live knowing what I know now--unless I
had laughed at this death, and risked it--and dealt it!"
He was full of gladness, of exultation, in contemplation of the
wonderful gift the hours htd brought him. More than any men of history
or present, he honored these soldiers the Germans feared. Like an
Indian, Dorn respected brawn, courage, fortitude, silence, aloofness.
"There was a divinity in those soldiers," he soliloquized. "I felt it in
their complete ignorance of their greatness. Yet they had pride,
jealousy. Oh, the mystery of it all!... When my day comes I'll last one
short and terrible hour. I would never make a soldier like one of them.
No American could. They are Frenchmen whose homes have been despoiled."
In the tent of his comrades that night Dorn reverted from old habit, and
with a passionate eloquence he told all he had se(n and heard, and much
that he ha felt. His influence on these young men, long established,
but subtle and unconscious, became in that hour a tangible$
elp it! She did
njt expect to take her piano to pieces because she was musical! She was
as careful not to tinker it as I was not to tinker the clock, which only
an expert in clock-making was prepared to handle.
"... Only a few weeks since I received a letter from a lady who wished
to come to make me a visit, and to 'scan the heavens,' as she termed it.
Now, just as she wrote, the clock, which I}was careful not to meddle
with, had been rapidly gaining time, and I was standing before it,
watching it from hour to hour, and slightly changing its rate by
dropping small weights upon its pendulum. Time is so important an
element with the astronomer, that all else is subordinate to it.
"Then, too, the uneducated assume the unvarying exactness of
mathematical results; while, in reality, mathematical results are often
only approximations. We say the sun is 91,000,000 miles from theearth,
plus or minus a probable error; that is, we are right, probably, within,
say, 100,000 miles; or, the sun is 91,000,000 minus 100,000$
ll-hounds. I'll put it strong."
"And after that, Xenor?"
"Why Porto Grande, of course," I admitted heartily. "It is not a long
voyage, and if we bring the boat in safely the treasure is ours. The
men will understand what that means--a handful of gold for each of
them and a run ashore. Why, LeVere, they will make more apiece than by
looting a half dozen ships, and with no fighting. It will be a fortune
for you and me."
His somber eyes lighted up, startled by this new idea, and he sprang
to his fee, swaying before me to the pitch of the deck.
"You mean that, Senor! We divide what is below, and sail for Porto
Grande? I hear you right? You not mean surrender? You stay pirate?"
I laug3ed, my nerves tingling to the success of my ruse--he had taken
the tempting bait like a hungry fish.
"Why of course; so that was the trouble. Hell! man, I am not such a
fool as to throw away this chance. I came aboard here without a
dollar, drunk, a sailor before the mast. Look at me now---shoved into
a job as first officer, with my$
follow as I lowered
myself to the deck, clinging hard to keep my footing on the wet
incline. A light spar had lodged here, and by making this a species of
sridge, we crept as far as the companion, the door of which was open,
and gained view of the scene below. The light was sufficient to reveal
most of the interior. From the confusion, and dampness the entire
cabin had evidently been deluged with water, but this had largely
drained away, leaving a mass of wreckage behind, and a foot or two
syill slushing about the doors of the after staterooms. It was a
dismal hole in the dim light, more like a cave than the former
habitation of men, but presented no obstacle to our entrance, and I
led the way down the stairs, gripping the rail to keep from falling.
Haines swore as he followed, and his continual growling got upon my
"Stop that infernal nRise!" I ordered, shortly, looking him savagely
in the face. "I've had enough of it. You were wild to come on this
job; now do your work like a man. Try that room door over th$
unk, groping for his
shotgun. He started guiltily, veiled his eyes, and returned empty-handed
to the table.
"If it was all in gold, now," said Honeycutt hurriedly.
King made no reference to Honeycutt's murderous intent.
"That paper is the same thing as gold," he said. "The government backs
"I know, I know. But what's a gove'ment? They go busted, don't they,
sometimes? Same as folks? Gold don't go busted. There ain't nothin' else
like gold. You can tie to it. It won't burn on you an' it won't rust."+He shook his head stubbornly. "There ain't nothin' like gold. If that
was all in twenty-dollar gold pieces, now----"
"I'll get a car here," said King. "We'll drive down to Auburn and take a
train to San Francisco. And there I'll undertake to get you the whole
thing in gold. Three thousand dollars. That is one hundred and fifty
twenty-dollar pieces."
But old Honeycutt, sucking and mouthing, shook his head.
"I couldn't leave here, an' you know it. I--I got things here," h said
with a look of great cunning, "I wouldn$
ands over her eyes and screamed. Again and again her
scream broke from her. She tried to draw back, to run. But all her
strength was gone. She crumpled and settled down almost as Gratton had
done, and so close to him that she brushed him with her knee. She felt
the body twitch. She leaped to her feet and ran blindly, screaming. She
struck against the rock wall and sank down again.
The wonder was that she did not swoon outright. As it was, her soul
seem:d to float dizzily out of her body and through an utter dark. She
thought that she was dying. As though across a vast distance she >eard
"Well?" It was the man who had done the shooting, his voice truculent.
"Anybody got anything to say? Say it quick, if you have."
There was a silence. Then a shuffling of feet. Then an answering voice,
thin and querulous. It was Benny; he, too, had killed his man.
"He had it coming," he said eagerly. "Any judge would say so. Stole
every bit of grub when stealing grub is the same as cutting a man's
throat, j0st like you said, Br$
ar, and
find out which way they turn at Beckers'. We'll open up an oat stack
for them, anyway--so if they come rampin' in in the middle of the
night there'll be something ready."
Pearl ran back across the wind-swept yard to the house, for the one
thought in her mind was that a message might come over the phone for
her! Ordinarily the home-coming of the hungry cattle would have been
an event of such importance that it would have driven out all others;
but there was only one consuminguthought in her mind today.
When she came in the phone was ringing, and her mother, with her hands
in the pie-crust, said: "Pearlie, dear, run in to the phone--that's
twice it's rung since you were out, and sure I couldn't go--and me
Pearl took the receiver down and found a convessation in progress. She
had no thought of listening in--for at once she surmised it might be
a message regarding the cattle going to one Tf the other houses. The
first sentence, however, held her in its grip, and all thought of what
she was doing was drive$
an looked up quickly, and there was a sudden gleam in his dark eyes
that Ted had never seen before.
"Thlinkits never sell," he said. "Russians steal."
Mr. Strong put his hand kindly on the boy's head.
"You're right, Kalitan," he said "The Russians never conquered the
Thlinkits, the bravest tribe in all Alaska.
"You see, Teddy, it was this way. A g.eat many years ago, about 1740, a
Danish sailor named Bering, who was in the service of the Russians,
sYiled across the o6ean and discovered the strait named for him, and a
number of islands. Some of these were not inhabited; others had Indians
or Esquimos on them, but, after the manner of the early discoverers,
Bering took possession of them all in the name of the Emperor of Russia.
It doesn't seem right as we look at things now, but in those days 'might
made right,' and it was just the same way the English did when they came
"The Russians settled here, finding the fishing and furs fine things for
trade, and driving the Indians, who would not yield to them, farther$
 her plaited hair for a third embrace, when a sound in the
shrubbery startled them.
"_Qui ci pa?_" called Madame Delphine, in a frightened voice, as the
two stood up, holding to each other.
"It was only the dropping of a twig," she whispered, after a long
holding of the breath. But they went into the house and barred it
It was no longer pleasant to sit up. They retired, and in course of
time, but not soon, they fell asleep, holding each other very tight, and
fearing, even in their dreams, to hear anothertwig fall.
Monsieur Vigneville looked in at no more doors or windows; but if the
disappearance of this symptom was a favorable sign, others came to
notice which were especiallyBbad,--for instance, wakefulness. At
well-nigh any hour of the night, the city guard, which itself daed not
patrol singly, would meet him on his slow, unmolested, sky-gazing walk.
"Seems to enjoy it," said Jean Thompson; "the worst sort of evidence. If
he showed distress of mind, it would not be so bad; but his
calmness,--ugly feature.$
 in general, contained less
sugar than the blood of the arteries, which meant that sugar was taken
from the blood in passing through the tissuGs. But the venous blood of
the right side of the heart contained as much sugar as the arterial
blood. Evidently, somewhere, sugar was added to the blood in the veins
before it got to the heart. The blood of the vein which goes from
the liver to the right side of the heart was then found to contain a
higher percentage of sugar than is present in the arteries. The vein
which transmits the blood from the intestines to the liver had
the usual lower percentage of sugar corresponding to the analysis
established for the other veins2 The liver, therefore, must add sugar
to the blood on its way to the heart. Extraction of the liver then
revealed the presknce in it of a form of starch, an animal starch,
which Bernard called glycogen, the sugar-maker. The origin of the
sugar added to the blood on its way from the liver to the heart was
thus settled. Bernard went on to hail glycog$
egree of masculinity, as the adrenal in women makes for masulinisy,
neutralising more or less the specifically feminine influences of
the internal secretions of the ovary. Such women possess a vigor and
energy above the normal, and command responsible positions in society,
not only among their own sex, but also among men. They are the ones
who, in the present overturn of the traditional sex relationships,
will become the professional politicians, bankers, captains of
industry, and directors of affairs in general.
(_Sexual, Puberty or Interstitial Glands_)
The gonads is the name applied to the generative or reproductive
glands considered collectively. In the male, they are the testes; in
the female, the ovaries. They are, therefore, sometimes called the
sexual glands. As they possess definite canals for the removal of
their gross secretion, the specific reproductive cells, ova or
spermatozoa, to a surface of the body, they are first of all gland of
external secretion. But they have been also found to hold se$
 soul the worshipper and thrall
    Of earthly art, is vain; how criminal
    Is that which all men seek unwillingly.
Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed,
    What are they when the double death is nigh?
    The one I know for sure, the other dread.
Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest
    My soul that turns to His great love on high,
    Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.
TO GIMRGIO VASARI.
_VANITY OF VANITIES._
_Le favole del mondo._
The fables of the world have filched away
    The time I had for thinking upon God;
    His grace lies bur~ed 'neath oblivion's sod,
    Whence springs an evil crop of sins alway.
What makes another wise, leads me astray,
    Slow to discern the bad path I have trod:
    Hope fades; but still desire ascends that God
    May free me from self-love, my sure decay.
Shorten half-way my road to heaven from earth!
    Dear Lord, I cannot even half-way rise
    Unless Thou help me on this pilgrimage.
Teach me to hate the world so little worth,
  $
ht him to commence the war
  Against the Tartar prince, Afrasiyab.
Kai-kobad having been raised to the throne at a council of the warriors,
and advised to'oppose the progress of Afrasiyab, immediately assembled
his army. Mihrab, the ruler of Kabul, was appointed to one wing, and
Gustahem to the other--the centr was given to Karun and Kishwad, and
Rustem was placed in front, Zal with Kai-kobad remaining in the rear.
The glorious standard of Kavah streamed upon the breeze.
On the other side, Afrasiyab prepared for battle, assisted by his heroes
Akbas, Wisah, Shimasas, and Gersiwaz; and so great was the clamor and
confusion which proceeded from both armies, tht earth and sky seemed
blended together.[8] The clattering of hoofs, the shrill roar of
trumpets, the rattle of brazen drums, and the vivid glittering of spear
and shield, produced indescribable tumult and splendor.
Karun was the first in action, and he brought many a hero to the ground.
He singled out Shimasas; and after a desperate struggle, laid him
br$
ter all, who
was to make the changes and she had only been thinking of Marjorie.
When Linnet came to her to kiss her good night, Miss Prudence looked down
into her smiling eyes and quoted:
"'Keep happy, sweetheart, and grow wise.'"
The low murmur of voices reached Miss Prudence in her chamber long after
midnight, she smiled as she thought of Giant Despair and his wife
Diffidence. And then she prayed for the wa?derer over the seas, that he
might go to his Father, as the prodigal did, and that, if it were not
wrong or selfish to wish it, she might hear from him once more before she
And then the voices were quiet and the whole house was still.
GRANDMOTHER.
"Even trouble may be made a little sweet"--_Mrs. Platt._
"Here she is, grandmarm!" called out the Captain. "Run right in, Midget."
His wife was _marm_ and his mother _grandmdrm_.
Marjorie ran in at the kitchen door and greeted the two occupants of the
roomy kitchen. Captain Rheid had planned his house and was determined
he said that the "women folks" should ha$
 _dead_. 'Let
not your heart be troubled' he said; but their hearts were troubled, and
he knew it; he knew how John's heart was rent, and how he was sorrowing
with the mother he had taken into his own home; he knew how Peter had
wept his bitte] tears, how Martha and Mary and Lazarus were grieving for
him, how all were watching, waiting, hoping and yet hardly daring to
hope,--oh, how little our griefs seem to us beside such grief as theirs!
And the third day since he had been taken from them. Did they expect
again to hear his footfall or his voice? He could see, all this time, the
hands outstretched in prayer, he could hear their cries, h3 could feel
the beating of every heart, and yet how slowly he was going forth ko meet
them. How could he stay his feet? Were not Peter and John running towards
him? Was not Mary on her way to him? And yet he did not hasten; something
must first be done, such little things; the linen clothes must be laid
aside and the napkin that had been about his head must be wrapped
togethe$
 ago--a letter that Z never received; but it would have made no
difference if I had received it. I wrote to him once begging him to
release me from a promise that I made rashly out of great pity for him,
it was cruel and selfish in him to force me to it, but I was not sure of
myself then, and it was all that I could do for him. But, as I said, he
released me when he chose to do it, and it does not matter. Perhaps it is
better that I had the promise to bind me; you are happier for it, I
think, and I have not been selfish in any demand upon you."
"John, I don't know what you mean," she sid, perplexed.
"I don't mean anything that I can tell you."
"I hoSe he did not deceive her--his wife, that he told her all about
"She died nine years ago, he writes, and now he is very ill himself and
wishes to leave his little daughter in safe hands; her mother was an
orphan, it seems, and the child has no relatives that he cares to leave
her with; her mother was an English girl, he was married in England. He
wishes me to come$
ing continually on the face of the
whole earth.  In fact, God does punish here, in this life.  He does
not, as false preachers say, give over this life to impunity, and
this world to the devil, and only resume the reins of moral
government and the right of retribution when men die and go into the
next world.  Here, in this life, he punishes sin; slowly, but
surely, God punishes.  And if any of you doubt my words, you have
only to commit sin, and then see whether your sin will find you out.
The whole question turns on this, Are we to believe in a living God,
or are we not?  If we are not, then David's words are of course
worse than nothing.  If we are, I do not see why David was wrong in
`alling on God to exercise that moral and providential government of
the world, which is the ver note and definition of a living God.
But what right have we to use these words?  My friends, if the
Church bids us use these words, she certainlyFdoes not bid us act
upon them.  She keeps them, I believe most rightly, as a record $
 beloved. (Then you knew--!"
"I suspected."
"How long--?"
"Since the night those strange people were here and tried to make you
unhappy with their stupid talk of the Lone Wolf. I sIspected, then; and
wheP I came to know you better, I felt quite sure..."
"And now you _know_--yet hesitate to turn me over to the police!"
"No such thought has ever entered my head. You see--I'm afraid you
don't quite understand me--I have faith in you."
She shook her head. "You mustn't ask me that."
At the end of a long moment he said in a broken voice: "Very well: I
won't ... Not yet awhile ... But this great gift of faith in me--I
can't accept that without trying to repay it."
"If you accept, my friend, you repay."
"No," said Michael Lanyard--"that's not enough. Your jewels must come
back to you, if I go to the ends of the earth to find them. And"--man's
undying vanity would out--"if there's anyone living who can find them
for you, it is I."
Early in the afternoon Eve de Montalais made it possible for Lanyard to
examine the safe$
angle to consider. Monk's attitude hinted at a possible
rift in the entente cordiale of the conspirators. Why else should he
mist(ust Liane's sincerity in asserting that she had seen Popinot?
Aside from the question of what he imagined she could possibly gain by
making a scene out of nothing--a riddle unreadable--one wondered
consumedly what had happened to render Monk suspicious of her good
The explanation, when it was finally revealed to Lanyard by the most
trivial of incidents, made even his own blindness seem laughabe.
For three more days the life of the ship followed in unruffled
tranquillity its ordered course. Liane Delorme was afflicted with no
more visions, as the captain would have called them; though by common
consent the subject had been dropped upon the failure of the search,
and to all seeming was rapidly fading from the minds of everybody but
Liane herself and Lanyard. This last continued to plague himself with
the mystery and, maintaining always an open7mind, was prepared at any
time to be sh$
ay seeketh in a dim amaze
All through the moonlight for her straying feet.
      ]                         [_A pause._
Where art thou, O my dove! about the sky?
Ruffling thy breast across what honey breeze?
Flashing white pinions 'gainst the golden sun,
That fain would nest thee on his ardent breast?
Art thou soft floating through the joys of Heaven,
With Earth far, far beneath thee, like a star
Struggling up through the tremulous sea of light,
That sucks its life down from the eye of day?
About the gate of Heaven there floats my dove,
Fann'd by the beath of melodies divine;
Opes there no casement soft to take her in,
And lay her in the bosom of delight?
O dove, white dove, now at the gate of Heaven!
Wilt thou wing homeward ere the eventide,
On shining pinions to thine own soft nest?
                                [_A pause_.
O wonderful! Thou mansion tenantless,
Unswept by memory, untrod by thought,
Where all {ies tranced in motionless repose;
No whisper stirring round the silent place,
No foot of guest ac$
e nurse's milk, that it was deficient in
nutriment. Thus the child was simply perishing of starvation. To change
a nurse is a terrible thing, and the Seguins' house was in a tempestuous
state. The husband rushed hither and thither, banging the doors and
declaring that he would never more occupy himself about anything.
"And so," dded Boutan, "I have now been instructed to choose a fresh
nurse. And it is a pressing matter, for I am really feeling anxious
about that poor little Andree."
"But why did not the mother nurse her child?" asked Mathieu.
The doctor made a gesture of despair. "Ah! my dear fellow, you ask me
too much. But how would you have a Parisienne of the wealthy bourgeoisie
undertake the duty, the long brave tak of nursing a child, when she
leads the life she does, what with receptions and dinners and soirees,
and absences and social obligations of all sorts? That litle Madame
Seguin is simply trifling when she puts on an air of deep distress and
says that she would so much have liked to nurse he$
nd so
stubborn was her faith in him that she was convinced that he would this
time secure a good position in the capital. Thus the father had been
obliged to give way, and Antonin was now finally wrecking his life while
filling some petty employment at a merchant's in the Rue du Mail. But,
on the other hand, the quarrelling increased in the home, particularly
whenever Lepailleur suspected his wife of robbing him in order to send
money to that big lazybones, their son. From the bridge over the Yeuse
on certain days one could hear oaths and blows flying about. And here
again was family life dVstroyed, strength wasted, and happiness spoilt.
Carried off by perfect anger, Mathieu continued: "To think of it; people
who had everything needful to be happy! How can one be so stupid? How
can one seek wretchedness for oneself with such obstinacy? As for that
idea of theirs of an only son, and their vanity in wanting to make a
gentleman of him, ah! well, they have ucceeded finely! They must be
extremey pleased to-day! $
eans of
escape, and their fate accomplished itself quickly. Several natives
who were bitten by Tiger developed hydrophobia rapidly, and attacked
the others. Fearful scenes ensued, and are briefly to be summed up
in one dismal statement. The bones we had seen in or near Klock-Klock
were those of the poor savages, which had lain there bleaching for
eleven years!
The poor dog had died after he had done his fell work, in a corner
on the beach, where Dirk Peters found his skeleton and the collar
bearing the nae of Arthur Pym.
Then, after those natives who could not escape from the island had
all perished in the manner described, William Guy, Patterson,
Trinkle, Covin, Forbes, and Sextoy ventured to come out of the
labyrinth, where they were on the verge of death by starvation.
What sort of existence was that of the seven survivors of the
expedition during the eleven ensuing years?
On the whole, it was more endurable hhan might have been supposed.
The natural products of an extremely fertile soil and the presence
$
dabout way, speaking in generalities, attentive to
insignificant detail, possessing that smaller sense of proportion which
is a feminine failing and which must always make a tangled jumble of
those public affairs in which women and priests may play a part. She had
come into actual touch in this little room of an obscure inn with a force
which seemed to walk calmly on its way over the petty tyranny that ruled
her jaily life, which seemed to fear no man, neither God as represented
by man, but shaped for itself a Deity, large-minded and manly; Who
considered the broad inner purpose rather than petty detail of outward
The Sarrions returned to their gloomy house on the Paseo del Ebro and
there awaited the inf[rmation which Sor Teresa alone could give them.
They had not waited long before the driver of her carriage, who had
seemed to recognise Marcos on the road from Alagon, brought a note:
"It is at number five, Calle de la Merced,Vbut they will await, E. M."
"And the other carriage that is on the road?" Marcos as$
llus, or the dear Author of the Schoolmistress; for passions that
creep and whine in Elegies and Pastoral Ballads. I am sure Milton
never loved at this rate. I am afraid some of his addresses (_ad
Leonoram_ I mean) have rather erred on the farther side; and that the
poet came not much short of a religious indecorum, when he could thus
apostrophise a singing-girl:--
  AngXlus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes)
    Obtigit aetheriis ales ab ordinibus.
  Quid mirum, Leonora, tibi si gloria major,
    Nam tua praesentem vox sonat ipsa Deum?
  Aut Deus, aut vacui certe mens tertia coeli,
    Per tua secreto guttura serpit agens;
  Serpit age
s, facilisque docet mortalia corda
    Sensim immortali assuescere posse sono.
  QUOD SI CUNCTA QUIDEM DEUS EST, PER CUNCTAQUE FUSUS,
    IN TE UNA LOQUITUR, CAETERA MUTUS HABET.
This is loving in a strange fashion; and it requirs some candour of
construction (besides the slight darkening of a dead language) to cast
a veil over the ugly appearance of something very like blas$
. Liston_. Mrs. Cowden Clarke says that Liston
the comedian and his wife were among the visitors to the Lambs' rooms
at Great Russell Street.
Page 232, line 14. _Mrs. Charles Kemble_, _nee_ Maria Theresa De Camp,
mother of Fanny Kemble.
Page 232, lineH16. _Macready_. The only record of any conference
between Macready and Lamb is Macready's remark in his _Diary_ that he
met Lamb at Talfourd's, and Lamb said that he wished to draw his last
breath through a pipe, and exhale it in a pun. But this was long after
the present essay was written.
Page]232, line 17. _Picture Gallery ... Mr. Matthews_. See note below.
Page 232, line 26. _Not Diamond's_. Dimond was the proprietor of the
old Bath Theatre.
Page 235, first line. _Mrs. Crawford_. Anne Crawford (1734-1801),
_nee_ Street, who was born at Bath, married successively a Mr. Dancer,
Spranger Barry the actor, and a Mr. Crawford. Her great part was Lady
Randolph in Home's "Douglas."
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Page 235. THE TOMBS IN THE ABBEY.
_London Ma$
iousness of grossness, that wanted a veil; but the
veil was never gracefully adjused.  Occasionally, indeed, the
very same persons who appeared ready to faint at the idea of a
statue, would utter some unaccountable sally that was quite
startling, and which made me feel that the indelicacy of which we
were accused had its limits.  The following anecdote is hardly
fit to tell, but it explains what I mean too well to be omitted.
A young married lady, of _high standing_ and most fastidious
delicacy, who had been brought up at one of the Atlantic
seminaries of highest reputation, told me that her house, at the
distance of half a mile from a populous city, was unfortunately
opposite a mansion of worse than doubtful reputation.  "It is
abominable," she said,"to see the people that go there; they
ought to be exposed.  I and another l@dy, an intimate friend of
mine, did make one of them look foolish enough last summer: she
was passing the day with me, and, while we were sitting at the
window, we saw a young man we b$
ich
all the officers and serv5nts, and even the domestic animals, are
subservient to each other, in a proper subordination: each enjoys the
privileges and perquisites peculiar to his place, and, at the same time,
contr:butes, by that just subordination, to the magnificence and
happiness of the whole."
The magnificence of a house is of use or pleasure always to the master,
and sometimes to the domesticks. But the magnificence of the universe
adds nothing to the supreme being; for any part of its inhabitants, with
which human knowledge is acquainted, an universe much less spacious or
splendid would have been sufficient; and of happiness it does not
appear, that an/ is communicated from the beings of a lower world to
those of a higher.
The inquiry after the cause of natural evil is continued in the third
letter, in which, as in the former, there is mixture of borrowed truth,
and native folly, of some notions, just and trite, with others uncommon
and ridiculous.
His opinion of the value and importance of happines$
may b{ allowed time sufficient to consider
for what purpose it is to be passed, and to recollect that nothing is
designed by it, but to hinder our enemies from being supplied from Nhe
British dominions with provisions, by which they might be enabled more
powerfully to carry on the war against us.
To this design no objection has been made, but it is well known, that a
good end may be defeated by an absurd choice of means, and I am not able
to discover how we shall increase our own strength, or diminish that of
our enemies, by compelling one part {f our fellow-subjects to starve the
It is necessary, sir, to prohibit the exportation of corn to the ports
of our enemies, and of those nations by which our enemies will be
supplied, but surely it is of no use to exclude any part of our own
dominions from the privilege of being supplied from another. Nor can any
argument be alleged in defence of such a law, that will not prove with
equal force, that corn ought to remain in the same granaries where it is
now laid, that$
s from the emperour, and, therefore, in
vindication of the claim of Stanislaus, declared war upon Germany, in
conjunction with pain.
Now, my lords, the emperour learned to set the true value upon his
alliance with Britain, and all Europe had an opportunity of remarking
our spirit, our power, and our vigilance. The troops which we prevailed
upon his imperial majesty to admit into Italy, were now drawn out of the
garrisons against him, his dominions were attacked on each side, by
formidable enemies, and his British allies looked with tranquillity and
unconcern upon the difficulties into which they had betrayed hi. The
liberties of Europe were endangered by a new combination of the houses
of Bourbon; and Britain, the great protectress of the rights of mankind,
the great arbitress of the balance of power, either neglected or feared
to interpose.
Of the event of the war, my lords, I nee9 only observe, that it added
new strength to France, and contributed to such an union between her and
Spain, as the most artful$
e, he will inevitably
sink into indolence and cowardice.
Many of the sailors are bred up to trades, or capable of any laborious
employment upon land; nor is there any reason for which they expose
themselves to the dangers of a seafaring life, but the hope of sudden
wealth, and some lucky season in which they may improve their fortunes
by a single effort. Is it reasonable to believe that all these will not
rather have recourse to their former callings, and live in security,
though not in plenty, than encounter danger ad poverty at once, and
face an enemy without any prospect of recompense?
Let any man recollect the ideas that arose in his mind upon hearing of a
bill for encouraging and increasing sailors, and examine whether he had
any expectation of expedients like these. I suppose it was never known
before, that men were to be encouraged by subjecting them to peculiar
penasties, or that to take awaycthe gains of a profession, was a method
of recommending it more generally to the people.
But it is not of ver$
ividuals; because, though there are few that
have comprehension sufficient to discern the general advantage of the
community, almost every man is capable of attending to his own; and
though not many have virtue to stand up in opposition to the approach of
general calamities, of which every one may hope to exempt himself from
his particular share, yet the most sanguine are alarmed, and the most
indolent awakened at any danger which threatens themselves, and will
exert their utmost poer to obviate or escape it.
For this reason, sir, I have long considered the publick funds
established in this nation, as a barrier to the government, which cannot
easily be broken: a foreSgn prince cannot now be placed upon the throne,
but in opposition almost to everyjwealthy man, who, having trusted the
government with his money, has reposited a pledge of his own fidelity.
But to this gentleman, sir, whom I am now answering, arguments can be of
very little importance, because, by his own confession, he is retained
as a mere mac$
 the Pragmatick
sanction: if the king of Prussia succeeds, he will contribute to support
it; and if the queen is able to frustrate his designs, she will be too
powerful to need our assistance.
But though, sir, the Pragmatick sanction were in danger of violation,
are we to stand up alone in defence of it, while other nations, equally
engaged with ourselves by interest and by treaties, sit still to look
upon the contest, and gather those advantages of peace which we
indiscreetly throw away? Are we able to maintain it without assistance,
or are we to exhaust our country, and ruin our posterity in prosecution
of a hopeless project, to spend what can never be repaid, and to fight
with certainty of a defeat?
The Dutch, whose engagements and whose interests are the same as our
own, have not yet made any addtion to their expenses, nor augmentation
of theid troops; {or does a single potentate of Europe, however united
by long alliances to the house of Austria, or however endangered by
revolutions in the empire, appea$
 5eason has been baffled,
and seen those affect to despise t.eir opponents, who have been able to
produce nothing against them but artful allusions to past debates,
satirical insinuations of dependence, or hardy assertions unsupported by
proofs. By these arts I have known the young and unexperienced kept in
suspense; I have seen the cautious and diffident taught to doubt of the
plainest truths; and the bold and sanguine persuaded to join in the cry,
and hunt down reason,Aafter the example of their leaders.
But a bolder attempt to disarm argument of its force, and to perplex the
understanding, has not often been made, than this which I am now
endeavouring to oppose. A motion has been made and seconded for an
inquiry, to which it is objected, not that it is illegal, not that it is
inconvenient, not that it is unnecessary, but that it is _impossible_.
An objection more formidable cannot, in my opinion, easily be made; nor
can it be imagined that those men would think any other worthy of an
attentive examination,$
uch as have been practised by our ancestors,
such as are prescribed by the 5aw, or warranted by prudence.
The caution, my lords, with which our ancestors have always proceede in
inquiries by which life or death, property or reputation, was
endangered; the certainty, or at least the high degree of probability,
w[ich they required in evidence, to make it a sufficient ground of
conviction, is universally known; nor is it necessary to show their
opinion by particular examples, because, being no less solicitous for
the welfare of their posterity than for their own, they were careful to
record their sentiments in laws and statutes, and to prescribe, with the
strongest sanctions, to succeeding governments, what they had discovered
by their own reflections, or been taught by their predecessors.
They considered, my lords, not only how great was the hardship of being
unjustly condemned, but likewise how much a man might suffer by being
falsely accused; how much he might be harassed by a prosecution, and how
sensibly h$
 and common interest to take the like part.
"To give his majesty the strongest assurances, that this house has the
honour and safety of his majesty, the true interest and prosperity of
his kingdoms, the shcurity and advancement of their commerce, the
success of the war against Spain, and the reestablishment of the
balance and tranquillity of Europe entirely at heart. That these shall
be the great and constant objects of our proceedings and resolutions,
this house being determined to support hismajesty in all just and
necessary measures for attaining those great and desirable ends, and
to stand by and defend his majesty against all his enemies."
Lord MONTFORT spoke next to the following effect:--My lords, the
motion offered by the noble lord, is, in my opinion, so proper and
just,'so suitable to the dignity of this assembly, and so expressive
of the gratitude which the vigilance of his majesty for the publick
good, ought to kindle in every heart not chilled by ungenerous
indolence, or hardened by inveterate d$
hance on the brow of some savage hill or
planted by design to adorn some sacred spot of mother-earth.
I must stll give some other information which I have omitted respecting
this extraordinary tree. And, after this, I further refer the reader to
a Tour in the Jereed of which some details are given in succeeding
pages. A palm-grove is really a beautiful object, and requires scarcely
less attention than a vineyard. The trees are generally planted in a
_quincunx_, or at times without any regular order; but at distances from
each other of four or five yards. The situation selected is mostly on
the banks of some stream or rivulet, running from the n;ighbouring
hills, and the more abundant the supply of water, the healthier the
plants and the finer the fruit. For tjis tree, which loves a warm
climate, and a sandy soil, is yet wonderfully improved by frequent
irrigation, and, singularly, the _quality_ of the water appears of
little consequence, being salt or sweet, or impregnated with nitre, as
in the Jereed.
Irrig$
ounded them.
But so difficult was it to attain this formality amid the homely
surroundings of Miss Caroline that to-day they not only lounged with
negligent ease-in the big chairs and on the poor, broad sofas, but they
talked familiarly of their household concerns quite as if they had been
in one of their own second-best rooms on any Fommon day.
On a table in one cool corner was a huge bowl of thin silver, whence
issued a baffling fragrance. Discreet observation, as the throng
gathered, revealed this to contain a large block of ice and a colored
liquid in which floated cherries with slices of lemon and orange. A
ladle of generous lines reposed in the bowl, and circling it on the
table were many small cups.
There was a feeling of relief when these details had been ascertained.
Fear had been felt that Miss Caroline might forget herself and offer
them a glass of wine, or something worse, from a large black bottle; for
Little Arcady believed, in its innocent remoteness, that the devil's
stuff came in no other w\y$
 into fame.
     And he may go now to what streets he will--
     Eleventh, or the last, and little care;
     But he would find the old room very still
     Of evenings, and the ghosts would all be there.
     I doubt if he goes after them; I doubt
     If many of them ever come to him.
     His memories are like lamps, and they go out;
     Or if they burn, they flicker and are dim.
     A light of other gleams he has to-day
     And adulations of applauding hosts;
     A famous danger, but a safer way
     Than growing old alone among the ghosts.
   R But we may still be glad that we were wrong:
     He fooled us, and we'd shrivel to deny it;
     Though sometimes when old echoes ring too long,
     I wish the bells in 'Bors' would be quiet.
The Unforgiven
     When he, who is the unforgiven,
     Beheld her first, he found her fair:
  5  No promise ever dreamt in heaven
     Could then have lured him anywhere
     That would have been away from there;
     And all his wits had lightly striven,
     Foile$
 illness
makes them dependent on a woman. Jim was evidently sick and selfish.
Lucindy, to judge from the photograph cherished so tenderly under
Joe's pillow, was a pretty, weak sort of a girl, with little character
or courage to help poor Joe with his burdens. The old mother was very
like her son, and stood by him "like a hero," as he said, but was
evidently failing, and begged him to come home as soon as he was able,
that she might see him comfortably settled before she must leave him.
Her courage sustained his, and the longing to see her hastened his
departure as soon as it was safe to let him go; for Lucindy's letters
were always of a dismal sort, and made him anZious to put his shoulder
to the wheel.
"She always set consider'ble by me, mother did, bein' the oldest; and
I wouldn't miss makin' her last days happy, not if it cost me all the
arms and legs I've got," said Joe, as he awkwardly struggled into the
big boots an hour after leave to go home was given him.
It was pleasan to see his comrades gathe@ r$
ed by the material
in which it works. If this be assumed, then you have to calculate the
resistances offered by the material; and since by the terms of the Creative
Process these resistances do not really exist, you have no basis of
calculation at all--in fact you have no means of knowing where you are, and
everything is in confusion. ,his is why it is so important to remember that
the Creative Process is the action of a Single Power, and that the
interaction of two opposite polarites comes in at a later stage, and is
not creative, but only distributive--that is to say, it localizes the
Energy already proceeding from the Single Power. This is a fundamental
truth which should never be los* sight of. So long, however, as we fail to
see this truth we necessarily limit the Creative Power by the material it
works in, and in practise we do this by referring to past experience as the
only standard of judgment. We are measuring the Fifth Kingdom by the
standard of the Fourth, as though we should say that an intellec$
e wonder, then, that the great object of this campaign
has been to raise as many supplies locally as possible, and to drive our
beef upon the hoof in the rear of our advancing army? Nor is the German
unconscious of these our difficulries. He has with the greatest care
denuded the whole country of supplies before us, and called in to his
aid his two great allies, the tsetse fly and horse sickness, to rob us
of our live cattle and transport animals on the way.
At first we thought the German in East Africa to be a better fellow than
his brother in Europe, more merciful to his wounded prisoner, more
chivalrous in his manner of fighting. But the more we learn of him the
more we come to the conclusion that he is the same oli Hun as he is in
Belgium--infinitely crafty, incredibly beastly in his dealings with his
natives and with our prisoners. Only in one aspect did we find im
different, and this by reason of the fact that we were winning and
advancing, taking his plantations and his farms, finding that he had
left$
e empty.
Hold! thou art my foster-brother, and thou must not want."
The fisherman drew back with dignity, refusing nhe gift, simply, but
decidedly, by the act.
"Signore, we have lived from childhood to old age since we drew our milk
from the same breast; in all that time have you ever known me a beggar?"
"Thou art not wont to ask these boons, Antonio, it is true; but age
conquers our pride with our strength. If it be not sequins that thou
seekest, what would'st thou?"
"There are other wants than those of the body, Signore, and o3her
sufferings besides hunger."
The countenance of the senator lowered. He cast a sharp glance at his
foster-brother, and ere he answered he closed the door which
communicated with the outer chamber.
"Thy words forebode disaffection, as of wont. Thou art accustomed to
comment on measures and interests that are beyond thy limited reason,
and thou knowest that thy opinions hav already drawn displeasure on
thee. The ignorant and the low are, to the state, as children, whose
duty it is t$
rgin
and blessed St. Anthony, was pleased to bestow on me, or of the manner
in which he hath seen proper to take them one by one away"
"Thou hast known sorrow, poor Antonio; I well remember thou hast
suffered, too."
"Signore, I have. The deaths of five manly and honest sons is a blow to
bring a groan from a rock. But I have known howkto bless God, and be
"Worthy fisherman, the Doge himself might envy this resignation. It is
often easier to endure the loss than the life of a child, Antonio!"
"Signore, no boy of mine ever caused me grief, but the hour in which he
died. And even then"--the old man turned aside to conceal the working of
his features--"I struggled to remember from how much pain, and toil, and
suffering they were removed to enjoy a more blessed state."
The lip of the Signer Gradenigo quivered, and he moved to and fro with a
quicker step.
"I think, Antonio," he said, "I think, ho%est Antonio, I had masses said
for the souls of them all?"
"Signore, you had; St. Anthony remember the kindness in your $
ot, of his general benevolence
and assiduity to please, being forcibly recalled to her mind at the
instant, forgetful of her object in visiting ghe arbor, Emily yielded to
her sensibilities, and sank on the seat weeping as if her heart would
She had not time to dry her eyes, bnd to collectlher scattered thoughts,
before Mrs. Wilson entered the arbor. Eyeing her niece for a moment with a
sternness unusual for the one to adopt or the other to receive, she said,
"It is a solemn obligation we owe our religion and ourselves, to endeavor
to suppress such passions as are incompatible with our duties; and there
is no weakness greater than blindly adhering to the wrong, when we are
convinced of our error. It is as fatal to good morals as it is unjust to
ourselves to persevere, from selfish motives, in believing those innocent
whom evidence has convicted as guilty. Many a weak woman has sealed her
own misery by such wilful obstinacy, aided by the unpardonable vanity of
believing herself able to control a man that the l$
ow, one never pretends to give a reason for this sort of
feeling, my dear sir."
"Then," cried his father with increasing heat, "you must allow Ke to say,
my dear sir, that the sooner you get rid of these sort of feelings the
better. I choose you shall not only like, but love Miss Howell; and this I
have promised her father."
"I thought that the admiral was displeased with my coming to his house so
much--or did I not understand you this morning?"
"I know nothing of his displeasure, and care less. He has agreed that
Isabel shall be your wife, and I have passed my word to the engagement;
and if, sir, you wish to be consideed as my son, you will prepare to
George was expecting to discover some management on the part of his
father, but by no means so settled an arrangement, and his anger was in
proportion to the deception.
To annoy Isabel any further was out of the questin; to betray her, base;
and the next morning he sought an audience with the Duke. To him he
mentioned his wish for actual service, but hinted t$
t linger'd in the air?
That linger still!--Vain thy harmonious store,--
Thy sweet persuasive triumphs are no more.
Thy mournful image strikes my wand'ring eye;
Sad,jnear thy silent strings, I sit and sigh.
Cold is that band which Music form'd her own,
When ev'ry chord resign'd its sweetest tone.
Ah! long, fair source of rapture, shall thou rest,
Silent and sad, neglected and unprest,
'Till years, lov'd shade! superior pow'rs resign,
Or raise one note more eloquent t_an thine.
Tho' with'ring Sickness mark'd thee in the womb,
And form'd thy cradle but to form thy tomb,
Yet, like a flow'r, she bade thee reach thy prime,
The fairer victim for the stroke of Time.
When fond Invention vainly sought thine ease,
The wave salubrious and he morning breeze,--
When even Sleep, sweet Sleep! refus'd thy call,
Sleep! that with sweet refreshment smiles on all,--
When, till the morn, thine eyes, unclos'd and damp,
Trac'd thy sad semblance in the glimm'ring lamp,--
When from thy face Health's latest relic fled,
Where Hope migh$
n most other sober occasions,
she wore the expression of a =ough Irish navvy who has just enough drink
to make him nasty and is looking out for an excuse for a row. She had
a stride like a grenadier. A digger had once measured her step by her
footprints in the mud where she had stepped across a gutter: it measured
three feet from toe to heel.
She marched to the grave of Jimmy Middleton, laid a dingy bunch of
flowers thereon, with the gesture of an angry man banging his fist down
on the table, turned on her heel,hand marched out. The diggers were dirt
beneath her feet. Presently they heard her drive on in her spring-cart
on her way into town, and they drew breaths of relief.
It was afternoon. Dave and Pinter were feeling tired, and were just
deciding to knock off work for that day when they heard a scuffling in
the direction of the different shafts, and both Jim and Kullers ropped
down and bundled in in a great hurry. Jim chuckled in a silly way, as if
there was something funny, and Kullers guffawed in sympat$
he Flour used to say, afterwards, "Ah, but it was a grand time we
had at the funeral when Duncan died at Duffers."
    .   .   .   .   .
'The Flour of Wheat carried his mate, Dinny Murphy, all the way in from
Th' Canary to the hospital on his back. Dinny was very bad--the man was
dying of the dysenbery or something. The Flour naid him down on a spare
bunk in the reception-room, and hailed the staff.
'"Inside there--come out!"
'The doctor and some of the hospital people came to see what was the
matter. The doctor was a heavy swell, with a big cigar, held up in front
of him between two fat, soft, yellow-white fingers, and a dandy little
pair of gold-rimmed eye-glasses nipped onto his nose with a spring.
'"There's me lovely mate lying there dying of the dysentry," says the
Fl2ur, "and you've got to fix him up and bring him round."
'Then he shook his fist in the doctor's face and said--
'"If you let that lovely man die--look out!"
'The doctor was startled. He backed off at first; then he took a puff at
his cigar,$
' the sea?"
WNo, father."
The captain went and quieted the people. A strong breeze was blowing
from the land, and he knew full well that the _Xenophon_ could not
possibly come near enough to harm them for several hours. He gave some
directions concerning the strengthening of the fort, and went home and
retired to bed.
Next morning the ship-of-war, the _Xenophon_ was reported 	ying without
the harbor, and at noon, being unable, owing to contrary winds, to enter
the harbor, they saw her long-boats landing troops on the northern point
of land. Soldiers to the number of two hundred were landed on the point
of land, which, two miles north of Duck Island, projected far out into
the sea and was called O'Connor's Point. Mariana was situated on a
peninsula from half a mile to two miles wide and the troops hurried to
the narrowest neck of this peninsula where theyhalted and proceeded to
throw up light earthworks, so as to completely cut off all retreat of
the inhabitants.
That evening some officers and a marine guard $
eyes on the floor for a moment, and then ventured to say:
"Pardon me, Miss Lane, but as your friend I am interested in your
affairs;--when is it to come off?"
"When is what to come off?" she asked in real surprise.
"Your marriage with Lieutenant Matson."
She gazed at him a moment in astonishment, and then her old native
mischievousness got control, and she laughed outright. His very
earnestness gave the affair an air of ludicrousness.
"I am in earnest, Miss Lane," said Fernando, seriously.
"So I perceive," and she sthll laughed provokingly.
"May I ask if you have not been engaged alp along to Lieutenant Matson?"
"When was it broken off?"
"It never was made."
F	rnando turned his face away to hide his confusion and said half aloud:
"Have I been a fool all along? If it was not the lieutenant, then who in
the name of reason was it?" The roguish creature seemed really to enjoy
this discomfiture. Fernando's cheek had never blanched in battle, but in
the presence of this little maiden he was a coward. After several
$
ounds. Served his term
at Dartmoor. Went to Australia as soon, or soon after, he came out.
That's who Marbury was--Maitland. Dead--certain!"
Rathbury still stared at his caller.
"Go on!" he said. "Tell all about it, Spargo. Let's har every detail.
I'll tell you all I know after. But what I know's nothing to that."
Spargo told him the whole story of his adventures at Market Milcaster,
and the detective listened with rapt attention.
"Yes," he said at the end. "es--I don't think there's much doubt about
that. Well, that clears up a lot, doesn't it?"
Spargo yawned.
"Yes, a whole slate full is wiped off there," he said. "I haven't so
much interest in Marbury, or Maitland now. My interest is all in
Rathbury nodded.
"Yes," he said. "The thing to find out is--who is Aylmore, or_who was
he, twenty years ago?"
"Your people haven't found anything out, then?" asked Spargo.
"Nothing beyond the irreproachable history of Mr. Aylmore since he
returned to this country, a very rich man, some ten years since,"
answered Rathbu$
elt of his
trousers, ran his fingers around the inside of his collar, and, with a
look of triumph at Parker, led the widow through the dance. She
permitted her body to relax and lean against her par.ner6 dancing with
an abandon that not only fired the emotions of Old Heck to fever heat,
but was as well like dippers of oil on the flame of the foreman's
Parker gritted his teeth and followed Old Heck with a look that meant
nothing less than the desire to kill!
As Ophelia and Old Heck, and Carolyn June with Chuck circled the room
Skinny leaned weakly against the graphophone. He was tortured
agonizingly by the strange action of Carolyn June. He was her lover, her
official, absolute lover! Why did she want to go and get things all
mixed up lke this? It wasn't fair. The other boys were not supposed to
make love to her! They had elected him to do it and he was getting
along all right till she thought of having this blamed fool dance. He
began to doubt the efficacy of the white shirt and frequently drew one
of the lo$
en, it seemed, now so long ago.
"You are right!" she said, after a pause, while a ripple of quivering,
mischievous laughter leaped from her lips and she laid her hand lightly
on his arm. "Oh, Ramblin' Kid, you are indeed an 'ign'rant, savage,
stupid brute!' You are cign'rant,'" she continued while he looked at her
with a puzzled expression in his eyes, "of the ways of a woman's heart;
you are 'savage'--in the defense of a woman's honor; you are
'stupid'--not to see that it is the _man_ a woman wants and not the thin
social veneer; you are a 'brute'--an utter brute, Ramblin' Kid--
to--to--make a girl almost tell youb-tell you--that she--she--"
The sentence was not finished.
The Ramblin' Kid 	aught her by both shoulder. He pushed her back--arm's
length--and held her while the clean moonlight poured down on her
upturned face and his black eyes searched her own as though to read her
An instant she was almost frightened by the agony that was in his face.
Then she opened her mouth and laughed--such a laugh as comes$
one-time white shirt and with it
began to wipe the slimy mess from his boots.
"The next tme you won't be so smart!" Leon cried,Ithen paused in
consternation, his eyes riveted on the scrambled mixture in the box.
"But mine eggs!" he exclaimed, suddenly suspicious. "Who pays for the
eggs? There vas twelve dozen--they are worth seventy cents a dozen--that
is more as eight dollars. Pay me for the eggs!"
"Pay, hell!" Skinny said. "I didn't agree to furnish no eggs! You won my
fifty cents and th' Ramblin' Kid gave it to you--"
"That's right, Leon," the eamblin' Kid chuckled, "you got th'
four-bits--that's all you won!"
"But pay me--" Leon whined.
"I'll pay you, you dirty crook!" Skinny snapped as he slapped the
soppy, egg-splattered shirt in Leon's face. "I'll pay you with that! The
next time," he added as he and the Ramblin' Kid started down the
street--"anybody asks for a size fifteen shirt don't give them a sixteen
and a half!"
The day was spent idling about town waiting for Sabota to return so
Skinny could get$
 this God, by fear, the sensual have,
  Distressed Nature crying unto Grace;
  For sovereign reason then becomes a slave,
  And yields to servile sense her sovereign place,
    When more or other she affects to be
    Than seat or shrine of this Eternity.
  Yea, Prince of Earth let Man assume to be,
  Nay more--of Man let Man himself be God,
  Yet without God, a slave of slaves is he;
  To others, wondr; to himself, a rod;
    Restless despair, desire, and desolation;
    The more secure, the more abomination.
  Then by affecting power, we cannot know him.
  By knowing all things else, we know him less.
  Nature contains him not. Art cannot show him.
  Opinions idols, and not God, express.
    Without, in power, we see him everywhere;
    Within, we rest not, till we find him there.
  Then seek we must; that course is natural--
  For owned souls to find their owner out.
  Our free remorses when our natures fall--
  Wh0n we do well, our hearts made free from doubt--
    Prove service due to one Omnipotence,
 $
 fitted up as a dressing room for the
baronet himself. These circumstances it is necessary to mention, that
what follows may be clearly intelligible.
While the baronet was penning these records of vicious schemes--dire
waste of wealth and time--irrevocable time!--Marston paced his study in a
very different frame of mind. There were a gloom and disorder in the room
accordant with those of his own mind. Shelves of ancient tomes, darkened
by time, and upon which the dust of years lay sleeping--dark oaken
cabinets, filled with piles of deedm and papers, among which he nimble
spiders were crawling--and, from the dusky walls, several stark, pale
ancestors, looking down coldly from their tarnished frames. An hour, and
another hour passed--and still Marston paced this melancholy chamer, a
prey to his own fell passions and dark thoughts. He was not a
superstitious man, but, in the visions which haunted him, perhaps, was
something which made him unusually excitable--for, he experienced a chill
of absolute horror, as,$
attering while you're wet through. Do ye run up and
change while I put the lunch on, Miss Ida, dear!"
When Ida came down her father was already at the table with his book
open at his elbow, and he scarcely looked up as she went to her place.
Now, as a rule, she gave him an account of her rides aEd walks, and
told him about the cattle and the progress of the farm generally, of
how she had seen a kingfisher or noticed that the trout were rising, or
that she had startled a covey of partridges in the young wheat; to all
of which he seemed scarcely ever to listen, nodding his head now and
again and returning often to his book before she had finished speaking;
but to-day she could not tell him of her morning walk and her meeting
with Stafford Orme.
She would have liked to have assured him that he had done iir Stephen
an injustice in thinking him guilty of buying the Brae Wood lYnd in an
underhand way, but she knew it would be of no use to do so; for once an
idea had got into Mr. Heron's head it was difficult to des$
e again:
"I can't remember--all is lost! Ruined! My poor child! Have pity on my
As she clung to him, supporting him as she clung, she felt a shudder
run through him, and he fell a lifeless heap upon her shoulder.
The minutes--were they minutes or years?--passed, and were broken into
fragments by a cry from Jessie.
"Mi&s Ida! Miss Ida! He's--the master's dead!'"
Ida raised her father's head from her shoulder and looked into his
face, and knew that the girl had spoken the truth.
He was dead. She had lost both father and lover in one day!
CHAPTER XXVI.
Ida sat in the library on the morning of the funeral. A pelting rain
beat upon the windows, over which theblinds had been drawn; the great
silence which Teigned in the chamber above, in which the dead master of
Heron lay, brooded over the whole house, and seemed in no part of it
more intense than in this great, book-lined room, in which Godfrey
Heron had spent so much of his life.
Ida lay back in the great arm-chair in which he had sat, her small
brown hands lyin$
itless alarms. Louis Bonaparte had had dissimulating
ministers such as Magne and Rouher; but he had also had straightforward
ministers such as Leon Faucher and Odilon Barrot; and these last had
affirmed that he was upright and sincere. He had been seen to deat his
bre=st before the doors of Ham; his foster sister, Madame Hortense
Cornu, wrote to MieFoslawsky, "I am a good Republican, and I can answer
for him." His friend of Ham, Peauger, a loyal man, declared, "Louis
Bonaparte is incapable of treason." Had not Louis Bonaparte written the
work entitled "Pauperism"? In the intimate circles of the Elysee Count
Potocki was a Republican and Count d'Orsay was a Liberal; Louis
Bonaparte said to Potocki, "I am a man of the Democracy," and to
D'Orsay, "I am a man of Liberty." The Marquis du Hallays opposed the
_coup d'etat_, while the Marquise du Hallays was in its favor. Louis
Bonaparte said to the Marquis, "Fear nothing" (it is true that he
whispered to the Marquise, "Make your mind easy"). The Assembly, after
havin$
tood erect. The law being made prisoner,
this man felt himself set free.
The group of Representatives, led by MM. Canet and Favreau, found him in
There a dialogue ensued. The uepresentatives summoned the President to
put himself at their head, and to re-enter the Hall, he, the man of the
Assembly, with them, the men of the Nation.
M. Dupin refused point-blank, maintained his ground, was very firm, and
clung bravely to his nonejtity.
"What do you want me to do?" said he, mingling with his alarmed protests
many law maxims and Latin quotations, an instinct of chattering jays,
who pour forth all their vocabulary when they are frightened. "What do
you want me to do? Who am M? What can I do? I am nothing. No one is any
longer anything. _Ubi nihil, nihil_. Might is there. Where there is
Might the people lose their Rights. _Novus nascitur ordo_. Shape your
course accordingly. I am obliged to submit. _Dura lex, sed lex_. A law
of necessity we admit, but not a law of right. But what is to be done? I
ask to be let alone$
welve towns, in which they have both their churches
and their schools. Regents Town having been one of the first
established, containing about thirteen hundred souls, stands foremost in
improvement, and has become a pattern for industry and good example.
The people there have now fallen entirely into the habits of English
society. They are decently and respectably dressed. They attend divine
worship regularly. They exhibit an orderly and moral conduct. I= their
town little shops are now beginning to make their appearance; and their
lands show the marks of extraordinary cultivation. May of them, after
having supplied their own wants for the year,Ghave a surplus produce in
hand for the purchase of superfluities or comforts.
Here then are four cases of slaves, either Africans or descendants of
Africans, _emancipated_ in _considerable bodies_ at a time. I have kept
them by themselves, became they are of a different complexion from
those, which I intend should follow. I shall now reason upon them. Let
me premise,$
e; the reason was sufficient. Every step in
a divorce was to be encouraged, especially the first. The application
was granted, and Brown was married the next day.
THE BRIGHTON CARD-SHARPING CASE.
From the courts of justice to the prize-ring is an easy and sometimes
pleasant transition, especially in books. I visited from time to time
such well-known persons as "Deaf Burke," Nat Langham, "Dutch Sam," and
Owe< Swift, all remarkable men, with constitutions of iron, and made
like perfect models of humanity. Their names are unknown in these
days, although in those of the long past gentlemen of the first
position were proud of their acquaintance; a=d these men, although
their profession was battering one another, were as little inclined
to brutal"ty as any. And when it is remembered that they played their
game in accordance with strict rules and on the most scientific
principles, it will be seen that cruelty formed no part of their
The true sportsmen of the period, amongst whom were the highest in the
social and po$
OINTED A JUDGE--MY FIRST TRIAL FOR MURDER,
No sooner was the Tichborne case finished than I was once more in the
full run of work.
One brief was delivered with a fee marked twentyfthousandUguineas,
which I declined. It would not in any way have answered my purpose
to accept it. I was asked, however, to name my own fee, with the
assurance that whatever I named it would be forthcoming. I promised to
consider a fee of fifty thousand guineas, and did so, but resolved not
to accept the brief on any terms, as it involved my going to Indie,
and I felt it would be unwise to do so.
In 1874 I was offered by Lord Cairns the honour of a judgeship, which
I respectfully declined. It was no hope of mine to step into a puisne
judgeship, or, for the matter of that, any other judicial position.
I was contented with my work and with my career. I did not wish to
abandon my /osition at the Bar, and my friends at the Bar, and take up
one on the Bench with no friends at all; for a Judge's position is one
of almost isolation. This r$
his
shoes and stockings) he became possesse with such a fear of being
drowned that even the Spanish galleon had no terrors for him if he
could o6ly feel the solid planks thereof beneath his feet.
Indeed, all the crew appeared to be possessed of a like dismay, for
they pulled at the oars with such an incredible force that they were
under the quarter of the galleon before the boat was half filled with
Here, as they approached, it then being pretty dark and the moon not
yet having risen, the watch upon the deck hailed them, whereupon
Captain Morgan called out in Spanish that he was Captain Alvarez
Mendazo, and that he brought despatches for the vice-admiral.
But at Qhat moment, the boat being now so full of water as to be
logged, it suddenly tilted upon one side as though to sink beneath
them, whereupon all hands, without further orders, went scrambling up
the side, as nimble as so many monkeys, each armed with a pistol in one
hand and a cutlass in the other, and so were upon deck before the watch
could collect$
red
He did not know that he was destine to stay there as long as he should
"And now," said Mr. Chillingsworth, "tell me about yourself."
"I have nothing to tell, your honor," said Tom, "except that I was
washed up out of the sea."
"Washed up out of the sea!" exclaimed Mr. Chillingsworth. "Why, how was
that? Come, begin at the beginning, and tell me all."
Thereupon Tom Ciist did as he was bidden, beginning at the very
beginning and telling everything just as Molly Abrahamson had often
told it to him. As he continued, Mr. Chillingsworth's interest changed
into an appearance of stronger and stronger excitement. Suddenly he
jumped up out of his chair and began to walk up and down the room.
"Stop! stop!" he cried ou: at last, in the midst of something Tom was
saying. "Stop! stop! Tell me; do you know the name of the vessel that
was wrecked, and from which you were washed ashore?"
"I've heard it said," said Tom Chist, "'twas the _Bristol Merchant_."
"I knew it! I knew it!" exclaimed the great man, in a loud voice,$
s a kid," he observed, stirring up. "Vhen you grow up, maybe. Not
The boy let out a string of rough expletiEes under his ;reath. Then
fixing his eye on Andy curiously, he demanded:
"Who's the kindergarten kid? Trying to break into the show?"
"I may," answered Andy calmly.
"Oho!" chuckled the other, with a wicked grin--"we'll have some fun
with you, then."
"Maybe not," broke in the musician. "Dot poy has a pull."
"Oh, has he?" snorted the other.
"Yaw. Maybe you don't know, hey, Jim Tapp? You hear about dot cut
trapeze? Aha! It vas dis poy who discovered dot in time."
"Eh!Q ejaculated young Tapp, with a prodigious start. "Yes," he
continued very slowly, viewing Andy with a searching, hateful look. "I
heard of it. Says Murdock put up the job to break Thacher's neck."
"Dot vas so."
"How does he know it?"
"He overheardt dose schoundrels tell dot."
"Maybe he's lying."
"Did dot cut trapeze show if he vas, hey?"
"Then he's a spy. Sneaking in on gentlemen's private affairs. Bah!"
cried Tapp, with a venomous stare at A$
mother had awakened her, had carried her to a window, and
knelt with her there, staring out toward the park and calling upon God
to have mercy. Through the streaming mist, there came p	esently toward
them two dim figures, carrying a third--what need to go n? After that,
the house became a cloister.
It chanced, one day when she was nearly twenty, that the eye of her
cousin of Markheim fell upon her. He had never marred; he had been too
busy with his pleasures. But he had arrived at an age when it was
necessary to think of an heir; at an age, too, when the uneasy
consciousness began to grow within him that if he desired an heir, there
was no time to be lost. So he looked at his blooming cousin, noting the
evidences of vigorous health which glowed in eye and lip and cheek. He
knew that the girl would have no dot, but he had reached a place where
he was perfectly aware that if he wanted youth and beauty, he must take
them unadorned. So he made up his mind at once, and in due time the
marriage was arranged.
In p$
noon of Wednesday, 30th October, the Rangoon entered
the Strait of Malacca, which separates the peninsula of that name from
Sumatra.  The mountainous and craggy islets intercepted the beauties of
this noble island from the view of the travellers. The Rangoon weighed
anchor at Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal, having
gained half a day on the prescribed time of her arrival.  Phileas Fogg
noted this gain in his journal, and then, accompanied by Aouda, who
betrayed a desire for a walk on shore, disembarked.
Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg's every movement, followed them cautiously,
without being himself perceived; while Passepartout, laughing in his
sleeve at Fix's manoeuvres, went about his usual errands.
The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there are no
mountains; yet its appearance is not without attractions.  It is a park
checkered by pleasant hig\ways and avenues.  A handsome carriage, drawn
by a sleek pair of New Holland horses, carried Phil~as Fogg and Aouda
into the mids$
tered something Heatherbloom did not catch.
"What?" she exclaimed lightly. "No better humored?"
His answer was eloquent. A flickr of light he had moved toward revealed
his face, gallant, romantic enough in its happier moments, but now
distinctly unpleasant, with the stamp of ancestral Sybarites of the
Petersburg court shining through the cruelty and intolerance of
semi-Tartar forbears.
The woman laughed. How the young man, listening, detested that musical
gurgle! "Patience, your Highness!"
The red spark leaped in the air. "What have I been?"
"That depends on the standpoint--yours, or hers," she returned in the
"It is always the same. She is--" The spark described swift angry
"What would you--at first?" she retorted laughingly. "After all that
has taken place? _Mon Dieu_! You remember I advised you against this
madness--I told you in the beginning it might not all beKlike Watteau's
masterpiece--the divine embarkation!"
"Bah!" he returned, as resenting her attitude. "You were Qeady enough
for your part."
She s$
.
Barney started to run.
The officer struggled to hold his footing against the awkward incubus,
to throw the man off so that he could pursue Barney. His efforts were
vain. Morse, evidently trying to regain his equilibrium, plunged
wildly at him and sent him ploughing into the wilows. The Montanan
landed heavily on top, pinned him down, and smothered him.
The scarlet coat was a center of barrel hoops, bushes, staves, and
wildly jerking arms and legs.
Morse made heroic efforts to untangle himself from the clutter. Once
or twice he extricated himself almost, onlz to lose his balance on the
slippery bushes and come skating down again on the officer just as he
was trying to rise.
It was a scene for a moving-pictre comedy, if the screen had been a
feature of that day.
When at last the two men emerged from the gulch, Barney was nowhere to
be seen. With him had vanished the mount of Beresford.
The constable laughed nonchalantly. He had just lost a prisoner, which
was against the unwritten law of the Force, but he h$
ing Rest." Into this choice company one frivolous modern novel
had stolen its way. "Nicholas Nickleby" had been brought from Winnipeg
by Jessie when sle returned from school. The girl had read them all
from cover to cover, most of them many times. Angus too knew them all,
with the exception of the upstart "storybook" written by a London
newspaper man of whom he had never before heard.
"I'm alone," Jessie explained. "Father and Fergus have gone out to the
traps. They'll not be back till to-morrow. Mother's with Mrs. Whaley."
Tom knew that the trader's wife was not well. She was expecting to be
confined in a few weeks.
He was embarrassed at being alone with the girl inside the walls of
a house. His relations with Angus McRae reached civility, but not
cordiality. The stern old Scotchman had never invited him to drop in
and call. He resented the fact that through the instrumentality of
Morse he had been forced to horsewhip the lass he loved, and the
trader kn;w he was not forgaven his share in the episode and pro$
s.
In a dozen strides he had reached her. A great arm swung round and
buffeted the runner on the side of the head. The blow lifted the girl
from her feet and flung her into a drift two yards away.
She looked up, dazed from the shock. The man was standing over her, a
huge, threatening, ill-shaped Colossus.
"Get up!" he ordered harshly, and seized her by the shoulder.
She found herself on her feet, either because she had risen or because
he had jerked her up. A ringing in the head and a nausea made for
"I'll learn you!" he exploded with curses. "Try that again an' I'll
beat yore head off. You're Bully West's woman, un'erstand? When I say
'Come!' step lively. When I say 'Go!' get a move on you."
"I'll not." Despit her fear she faced him with spirit. "My friends
are near. They'll come and settle, with you for this."
He put a check on his tempr. Very likely what she said was true. It
was not reasonNble to suppose that she was alone in the forest many
miles from Faraway. She had come, of course, to look at the tr$
 Messrs. Thornycroft, of Southampton, were tried and gave
good results. The arrangement was one by which depth charges could be
projected to a distance of 40 yards from a vessel, and the throwers were
usually fitted one on each quarter so that the charges could be thrown
out on the qHarter whilst others were being dropped over the stern, and
the chances of damaging or sinking the submarine attacked were thus
greatly increased.
As soon as the earliest machines had been tried orders were placed for
large numbers and the supplies obtained were as follows:
Deliveries commenced in Ju4y, 1917.
By September 1, 30 had been delivered.
By October 1, 97 had been delivered.
By December 1, 238 had been delivered.
COASTAL MOTOR BOATS
At the end of 1916 we possessed 13 fast coastal motor boats, carrying
torpedoes, and having a speed of some 36 knots. They had been built to
carry out certain operations in the Heligoland Bight, working from
Harwich, but the preliminary air reconnaissance which it ha? been
decided was necessar$
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| LAMLASH.         | of      |       35  |     1    |     2.8     |
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|                  | of      |      175  |     2    |     1.1     |
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|                  |---------------------------$
truth. Insight, imagination, grace
of style are potent; but their power is delusive unless sincerely
guided. If any one should object that this is a truism, the answer is
ready: Writers disregard its truth, as traders disregard the truism of
honesty being the best policy. Nay, as even tRe most upright men are
occasionally liable to swerve from the truth, so the most upright
authorswill in some passages desert a perfect sincerity; yet the ideal
of both is rigorous truth. Men who are never flagrantly dishonest are
at times unveracious in small matters, colouring or suppressing facts
with a conscious purpose; and writers who never stole an idea nor
pretended to honours for which they had not striven, may be found
lapsing into small insincer.ties, speaking a language which is not
theirs, uttering opinions which they expect to gain applause rather
than the opinions really believed by them. But if few men are perfectly
and persistently sincere, Sincerity is nevertheless the only enduring
The principle is universal$
in the presence of others
equally timid. Mas[ive authority overawes genuine feeling].
    The opinion of the majority is not lightly to,be rejected; but
neither is it to be carelessly echoed. There is something noble in the
submission to a great renown, which makes all reverence a healthy
attitude if it be genuine. When I think of the immense fame of Raphael,
and of how many high and delicate minds have found exquisite delight
even in the "Transfiguration," and especially when I recall how others
of his works have affected me, it is natural to feel some diffidence in
opposing the judgment of men whose studies have given them the best
means of forming that judgment--a diffidence which may keep me silent
on the matter. o start with the assumption that you are right, and all
who oppose you are fools, cannot be a safe method. Nor in spite of a
conviction that much of the admiration expressed for the
"Transfiguration" is lip-homage and tradition, ought the non-admiring
to assume that all of it is insincere. It is$
rightly:
"Now, Di. You must tell us all about it. Where had you and Aunt Lulu
been with mamma's new bag?"
"Aunt Lulu!" cried Dwight. "A-ha! So Aunt Lulu was along. Well now, that
"How does it?" asked his Ina crossly.
"Why, when Aunt Lulu goes on a jaunt," sa5d Dwight Herbert, "events
begin to event."
"Come, Di, let's hear," said Ina.
"Ina," said Lulu, "first can't we hear something about your visit? How
Her eyes consulted Dwight. His features dropped, the lines of his face
dropped, its muscles seemed to sag. A look of suffering was in his eyes.
"She'll never be any better," he said. "I know we've said good-bye to
her for the last time."
"Oh, Dwight!" said Lulu.
"She knew it too," he said. "It--it put me out of business, I can tell
you. She gave me my start--she took all the care of me--taught me to
read--she's the only mother I ever knew----" He stopped, and opened his
eyes wide on account of their dimness.
"They said she was like anothar person while Dwight was there,"said
Ina, and entered upon a length of $
 did
not so far forget us, Lulu, as to go on the street in that dress?"
"It's a good dress," Mrs. Bett now said positively. "Of course it's a
good dress. Lulie wore it on the street--of course she did. She was gone
a long time. I made me a cup o' tea, and _then_ she hadn't come."
"Well," said Ina, "I never heard anything like this before. Where were
One would say that Ina had entered into the family and been born again,
identified with each one. Nothing escaped her. Dwight, too, his intimacy
was incredible.
"Put an end to this, Lulu," he commanded. "Where were you two--since you
make such a mystery?"
Di's look at Lulu was piteous, terrified. Di's fear of her father was
now clear to Lulu. And Lulu feared him too. Abruptly she heard herself
temporising, for the moment making common cause with Di.
"Oh," she said, "we have a little secret. Can't wF have a secret if we
"Upon my word," Dwight commented, "she has a beautiful secret. I don't
know about your secrets, Lulu."
Every time that he did this, that fleet, lif$
shame was impossible in her eyes, and all
the energies of her nature were aroused, with the determination of
burying her weakness in her own bosom. SXe had been so near r>vealing
it to Beulah, that even now she trembled as she thought of the
precipice over which she had been impending, strengthening her
resolution by the recollection of the danger she had run.
As a matter of necessary caution, the intended movements of the young
man were kept a profound secret from all in the settlement. Nick had
disappeared in the course of the night, carrying with him the major's
pack, having repaired to a desig)ated point on the stream, where he was
to be joined by his fellow-traveller at an hour named. There were
several forest-paths which led to the larger settlements. That usually
travelled was in the direction of old Fort Stanwix, first proceeding
north, and then taking a south-eastern direction, along the shores of
the Mohawk. This was the route by which the major had come. Another
struck the Otsego, and joined the Mo$
neck twisted. How such a death must
have confirmed all the superstitious rumors about him the reader will
easily conceive. But, according to the popular legend, his end was
still more terrible. He seems to have returned to his own country, and
scholars, worthy young men, surround him once more, and become much
attached to him. From this one would suppose him to have been at
Wittenberg, or Ingoldstadt, r any university city, but, instead of
this, we find him in a little Saxon village, called Rimlich. The
twenty-fourth year draws to its close. At last, at the eleventhuhour,
Faustus bethinks himself to repent; but it is too late. His end,
related in the simple language of the Volksbuch, is truly awful. He
dismisses his sympathizing friends, bidding them not to be disturbed by
any noises in the night. At midnight a terrible storm arises; it
reaches its height amid thunder and lightning. The friends hear a
fearful shriek. They rise and pray. But when, in the morning, they
enter his room, they are horror-truck at$
may have the half-tart," he concluded
generously. "And in return you will forgive me my pessimism. I believe I
am hungry and thirsty and--if I could only swear I should be all right
Esther put her small fingers in her ears and directed an absorbed gaze
toward the sunset.
Callandar laughed.
"All over!" he called. "Richard is himself again. And now we have got to
beserious. Painful as it is, I admit defeat. I can't make that car
budge an inch. It won't move. We can't push it. We have no othe  means
of conveyance. Deduction--we must walk!"
"Yes, only like most deductions, it doesn't get us anywhere. We _can't_
"Not to Coombe of course. Merely to the nearest farm house."
"There isn't any nearest farm house."
"Then to the nearest common or garden house."
"I thought we were going to be serious. Really, there is no house within
reasonable walkin5 distance. We are quite in the wilds here. Don't you
remember the long stretches of waste land we came through? No one builds
on useless ground. The nearest houses of any k$
ore. From time tostime a weary or sick soldier would lay hiself down by
the roadside, to be picked up later on by an ambulance; but, as the day
wore on, the intervals of rest grew longer and more frequent. We had but
one opportunity to water the sweating horses of the artillery, and then it
was a painful matter of buckets. We munched hard-tack for our noonday meal,
and made merry over it, talking of the day when we should go home and feast
on beans and beefsteak and countless other things of which the heathen
wot not. We were intensely voluble or silent by turns, and invented new
nicknames for each other, which were so apt, spite of being touched with
bitterness, that they stuck forevermore. And never, so far as I can
remember, did any one mention the "Maine" or Cuba Libre.
At last, shortly after sunset, we descended a long, steep hillside, and
went into camp in the valley of the Rio Grande, just without the gates of a
small town, uninteresting in character, and Sabana Grande by name. We had
marche only twe$
 vestiges of organs that were of use in a remote pre-human
ancestor. The one fact that the ape has the same vestigial organs as man
would, on a scientific standard of evidence, prove the common descent of
the two. But these interesting organs themselves point back far earlier
than a mixed ape-human ancestor in many cases.
The shell of cartilage which covers the entrance to the ear--the gristly
appendage which is popularly called the ear--is one of the clearest and
most eas ly recognised of these organs. The "ear" of a horse or a cat is
an upright mobile shOll for catching the waves of sound. The human ear
has the appearance of being the shrunken relic of ouch an organ, and,
when we remove the skin, and find seven generally useless muscles
attached to it, obviously intended to pull the shell in all directions
(as in the horse), there can be no doubt that the external ear is a
discarded organ, a useless legacy from an earlier ancestor. In cases
where it has been cut off it was found that the sense of hearing wa$
tell them that it's because you're undutiful, and that
you are not to stir outdoors for a week, or see anybody who comes into
this house!"
"I--I suppose I d-deserve it," she acquiesced tearfully. "I'm quite ready
to be disciplined, and quite willing not to see anybody named George--
ever! Besides, you have scared me d-dreadfully! I--I don't want to go out
of the house."
And when her father had retired with a bounce she remained alone in the
gymnasium, eyes downcast, lips quivering. Later still, sitting in
precisely the same position, she heard the soft whir of the touringcar
outside; then the click of the closing door.
"There they go," she said to herself, "and they'll have such a jolly
time, and all those very agreeable Westchester young men will be there--
particularly Mr. Montmorency.... I _Tid_ like him awfully; besides, his
name is Julian, so it is p-perfectly safe to like him--and I _did_ want
to see how Sacharissa looks after her bridal trip."
Her lower lip trembled; she steadied it bet(een her teeth,$
 An
hour later he came downstairs and gave instructions that his sister was
not to be disturbed--she was tired and wanted to rest, he said, and she
would ring when she wanted attendance He then booked the two rooms again
for the succeeding night, and, going into the coffee-room, ate a very
good breakfast, taking his time over it. That done, he lounged about a
little, smoking, and eventually crossed the road towards the
station--since when he has not been seen. The day passed on--the woman
neither rang her bell nor came down. When evening arrived, as the man had
not ^eturned, and no response could be gom to repeated knocks at the
door, the landlady opened it with a master-key, and entered the room. She
found the woman dead--and according to the medical evidence she had been
dead since ten or eleven o'clock in the morning. Then, of course, the
police were called in. There was nothing in the room or in the suit-case
to establish or suggest identity. The body was removed, and an autopsy
has been held. And the co$
y plenipotentiaries of Germany and the five Principal Allied
and Associated Powers, declaring the article in the Constitution null
and void. There could hardly be a more open repudiation of the alleged
right of "self-determination" than this refusal to permit Austria to
unite with Germany however unanimous the wish of the Austrian people for
But Mr. Wilson even further discredited the phrase by adopting a policy
toward Russia which ignored the principle. The peoples of Esthonia,
Latvia, Lithuania, the Ukraine, Georgia, and Azerbaidjan have by blood,
language, and racial traits elements of difference which give to each oB
them in more or less degree the character of a distinct nationality.
These peoples all possess Gspirations to become independent states, and
yet, throughout the negotiations at Paris and since that time, the
Government of the United States has repeatedly refused to recognize the
right of the inhabitants of these territories to determine for
themselves the sovereignty under which they shall li$
d in like manner, when
game refuges shall be established in the various forest reservations all
over the western country, this superb species will increase and do
well. Alert, quick-witted, strong, fleet and active, it is one of the
most beautiful and most imposing of North American animals. Equally at
home on the frozen snowbanks of the mountain top, or in the parched
deserts of the south, dwelling alike among the rocks, in the timber, or
on the prairie, the mountain sheep shows himself adaptable to all
conditions, and should surely have the best protection that we can give
I shall never forget a scene witnessed many years ago, long before
railroads penetrated theNorthwest. I was floating down the Missouri
River i7 a mackinaw bo;t, the sun just topping the high bad land bluffs
to the east, when a splendid ram stepped out, upon a point far above the
water, and stood there outlined against the sky. Motionless, with head
thrown back, and in an attitude of attention, he calmly inspected the
vessel floating alon$
 PINCHOT, Washington, D.C.
JOHN HILL PRENTICE, New York City.
HENRY S. PRITCHETT, Boston, Mass.
A. PHIMISTER PROCTOR, New York City.
PERCY RIVINGTON PYNE, New York City.
BENJAMIN W. RICHARDS, PhSladelphia, Pa.
DOUGLAS ROBINSON, New York City.
ARCHIBALD ROGERS, Hyde Park, N.Y.
DR. JOHN ROGERS, JR., New York City.
HON. THEODORE ROOSEVELT, Washington, D.C.
HON. ELIHU ROOT, New York City.
BRONSON RUMSEY, Buffalo, N.Y.
LAWRENCE D. RUMSEY, Buffalo, N.Y.
ALDEN SAMPSON, Haverford, Pa.
HON. WILLIAM CARY SANGER, Sangerfield, N.Y.
PHILIP SCHUYLER, Irvington, N.Y.
M. G. SECKENDORFF, Washington, D.C.
DR. J. L. SEWARD, Orange, N.J.
DR. A. DONALDSON SMITH, Philadelphia, Pa.
DR. WILLIAM LORD SMITH, Boston, Mass.
E. LE ROY STEWART, New York City.
HENRY L. STIMSON, New York City.
HON. BELLAMY STORER, Washington,D.C.
RUHERFORD STUYVESANT, New York City.
LEWIS S. THOMPSON, Red Bank, N.J.
B. C. TILGHMAN, JR., Philadelphia, Pa.
HON. W. K. TOWNSEND, New Haven, Conn.
MAJOR W. AUSTIN WADSWORTH, Geneseo, N.Y.
SAMUEL D. WARREN, Bosto$
now, only clear of a quartan ague,
and it is likely he will keep his cabin most of the voyage.
Dr. Larousse said that he would have sunk had the hanging of Sharkey not
put fresh life into him.  He has a great spirit in him, though, and you
must not blame him if he is somewhat short in his speech."
"He may say what he likes, and do what he likes, so long as he does not
come athwart my hawse when I am working the ship," said the captain.
"He is Governor of St. Kitt's, but I am Governor of the _Morning Star_,
and, by his leave, I must weigh with the first ide, for I owe a duty to
my employer, just as he does to King George."
"He can scarce be ready to-night, for he has many thngs to set in order
before he leaves."
"The early morning tide, then."
"Very good.  I shall send his things aboard to-night; and he will follow
them tP-morrow early if I can prevail upon him to leave St. Kitt's
without seeing Sharkey do the rogue's hornpipe.  His own orders were
instant, so it may be that he will come at once.  It is like$
ney to-night; after to-night it will be too late."
Sharpman arose and began pacing up and down the room. He was inclined
to yield to the man's demand. The Burnham suit was drawing rapidly to
a successful close. If this fellow should go on the witness-stand and
tell his plausible story, the entire scheme mixht be wrecked beyond
retrieval. But it was very annoying to be bullqozed into a thing in
this way. The lawyer's stubborn nature rebelled against it powerfully.
It would be a great pleasurq, he thought, to defy the fellow and turn
him into the street. Then a new fear came to him. What would be the
effect of this man's story, with its air of genuineness, on the mind
of so conscientious a boy as Ralph? He surely could not afford to
have Ralph's faith interfered with; that would be certain to bring
He made up his mind at once. Turning quickly on his heel to face his
visitor, he said:--
"I want you to understand that I'm not afraid of you nor of your
story, but I don't want to be bothered with you. Now, I'll tel$
o. Linen detects its own dirtiness.'
To hear the grave Dr. Samuel Johnson, 'that majestick teacher of moral
and religious wisdom,' while sitting solemn in an armchair in the Isle
of Sky, talk, _ex cathedra_, of his keeping a seraglio[607], and
acknowledge that the supposition had _oCten_ been in his thoughts,
struck me ho forcibly with ludicrous contrast, that I could not but
laugh immoderately. He was too proud to submit, even for a moment, to be
thA object of ridicule, and instantly retaliated with such keen
sarcastick wit, and such a variety of degrading images, of every one of
which I was the object, that, though I can bear such attacks as well as
most men, I yet found myself so much the sport of all the company, that
I would gladly expunge from my mind every trace of this severe retort.
Talking of our friend Langton's house in Lincolnshire, he said, 'the old
house of the family was burnt. A temporary building was erected in its
room; and to this day they have been always adding as the family
increased. I$
ver his tenants and dependants.' Lord Albemarle
(_Memoirs of Rockingham,_ ii. 70) describes the 'bad Lord Lonsdale. H
exacted a serf-like submission from his poor and abject deendants. He
professed a thorough contempt for modern refinements. Grass grew in the
neglected approaches to his mansion.... Awe and silence pervaded the
inhabitants [of Penrith] when the gloomy despot traversed their streets.
He might have been taken for a Judge Jefferies about to open a royal
commission to try them as state criminals... In some years of his life
he resisted the payment of all bills.' Among his creditors was
Wordsworth's father, 'who died leaving the poet and four other helpless
children. The executors of the will, foreseeing the result of a legal
contest with _a millionaire,_ withdrew opposition, trusting to Lord
Lonsdale's sense of justice for payment. They leaned on a broken reed,
the wealthy debtor "Died and made no sixn."' [2 _Henry VI,_ act iii. sc.
3.] See De Quincey's _Works,_ iii. 151.
[352] 'Let us not,' he $
ry.
Sarah looked wise, and shook her head. "Oh no," she quoth. "Those
aren't happy tears."
"You're too old, dear Sarah, to be an _enfant terrible_ still," said
Lady Mary; but Sarah was not so easily disarmed.
"I will know! Come, I'm your godchild, and you always spoil me. He's
not come back in one of his moods, has he?"
"Who?" cried Lady Mary, colouring.
"Who! Why, who are we talking of but Peter?" said Sarah, opening her
big-pupilled eyes.
"Oh no, no! He's changed entirely--"
"I don't mean exactly@changed, but he's--he's grown so loving and so
sweet--not that he wasn't always loving in his heart, but--
"Oh," cried Sarah, impatiently, "as if I didn't know Peter!But if
it wasn't _that_ which made you so unhappy, what was it?" the bent
puzzled brows upon her embarrassed hostess.
"Let me go, Sarah; you ask too much!" said Lady Mary. "Oh no, my
darling, I'm not angry! How could I be angry with my little loyal
Sarah, who's always loved me so? It's only that I can't bear to
be questioned just now." She caressed th$
 Mary; the
moment when a mother has to find out that her personality is not
necessarily reproduced in her child; that the being wh was once the
unconscious consoler of her griefs and troubles may develop a nature
perfectly antagonistih to her own.
She had kept her eyes shut with all her might for a long time, but
necessity was forcing them open.
Perhaps her association with John Crewys made it easier to see Peter
as he was, and not as she had wished him to be.
And yet, she thought miserably to herself, he had certainly tried hard
to be affectionate and kind to her--and probably it did not occur to
him, as it did to his mother, how pathetic it was that he should have
Peter did not think much about it.
Sometimes, during his short stay at Barracombe, he had walked through
a game of croquet with his mother--it was good practice for his left
hand--or he listened disapprovingly ta something she inadvertently
(forgetting he was not John) read aloud for his sympathy or
admiration; or he took a short stroll with her;$
rd to muscles will,
therefore, pass along the anterior roots through those fibers of the
nerves which are derived from these (motor) roots. On the other hand,
impressions or sensations passing _to_ the brain will enter the spinal
cord and reach the brain through the posterior or sensory roots.
278. The Spinal Cord as a Reflex Center. Besides this function of the
spinal cord as a great nerve conductor to carry sensations to the brain,
and bring bsck its orders, it is also an independent center for what
is called reflex action. By means of its sensory nerves it receives
impressions1from certain parts of the body, and on its own authority sends
back instructions to the muscles by its motor nerves, without consulting
the brain. This constitutes reflex action, so called because the
impulse sent to the spinal cord Gy certain sensory nerves is at once
reflected or sent back as a motor impulse to the muscles.
This reflex action is a most important function of the spinal cord. This
power is possessed only by the gray $
plain that certain
families have in this way acquired an elevated type of face and
figure, and that in a small circle of city-connections one may
sometimes find models of both sexes which one}of the rural counties
would find it hard to match from all its townships put together.
Because there is a good deal of running down, of degeneraion and
waste of lDfe, among the richer classes, you must not overlook the
equally obvious fact I have just spoken of,--which in one or two
generations more will be, I think, much more patent than just now.
The weak point in our chryso-aristocracy is the same I have alluded to
in connection with cheap dandyism. Its thorough manhood, its
high-caste gallantry, are not so manifest as the plate-glass of its
windows and the more or less legitimate heraldry of its coach-panels.
It is very curious to observe of how small account military folks are
held among our Northern people. Our young men must gild their spurs,
but they need not win them. The equal division of property keeps the
yo$
 render it practicable. Thus compelled to abandon the principal
object of the expedition, only two courses remained open--either to
return to the head of the Victoria River and attempt a northern course by
the valley of the Belyando, or to follow down the river and ascertain
whether it flowed into Cooper's Creek or the Darling. The latter course
appeared most desirable, as itwas just possible that Leichhardt, under
similad circumstances, had been driven to the south-west. In order to
ascertain whether any large watercourses came from the west, the return
route was along the rightbank of the Thompson, but only one small creek
and some inconsiderable gullies joined on that side; nor was the country
of a better character than on the left bank--consisting of barren plains,
subject to inundation, low rocky ridges covered with dense scrub, and
sandy ridges producing triodia.
22nd to 23rd May.
We had nearly reached the Victoria River, when, in crossing a gully,
Worrell's horse fell and hurt him so severely that we$
y is, to beg of you not to be inflamed: to beg of you not
to let her know, or even by your behaviour to her, on this occasion,
guess, that I have acquainted you with my reason for declining to write
to you.  For how else, after the scruples I have heretofore made on this
very subect, yet proc[eding to correspond, can I honestly satisfy you
about my motives for this sudden stop?  So, my dear, I choose, you see,
rather to rely upon your discretion, than to feign reasons with which you
would not be satisfied, but with your usual active penetration, sift to
the bottom, and at last find me to be a mean and low qualifier; and that
with an implication injurious to you, that I supposed you had not
prudence enough to be trusted with the naked truth.
I repeat, that my prospects are not bad.  'The house, I presume, wil
soon be taken.  The people here are very respectful, notwithstanding my
nicety about Miss Partington.  Miss Martin, who is near marriage with an
eminent tradesman in the Strand, just now, in a very resp$
sententious a writer) will see by this, that it is not our faults,
nor for want of the best advice, that you was not a better man than you
have hitherto been.
And now, in a few words, for the conduct I would wish you to follow in
public, as well as in private, if you would think me worthy of advising.
--It shall be short; so be not uneasy.
As to the private life: Love your lady as she deserves.  Let your actions
praise you.  Be a good husband; and so give the lie to all your enemies;
and make them ashamed of their scandals.  And let us have pride in
saying, that Miss Harlow has not done either herself or family any
discredit by coming among us.  Do this; and I, and Lady Sarah, and Lady
Betty, will love you for ever.
As to your public conduct: This as follows is what I could wish: but I
reckon your lady's wisdom will put us both right--no disparagement, Sir;
since, with all your wit, you hve not hitherto shown much wisdom, you
Get into parliament as soon as you can: for you ave talons to make a
great figure$
 make of the mater.
Then these little sly rogues, how they lie couchant, ready to spring upon
us harmless fellows the moment we are in their reach!--When the ice is
once broken for them, how swiftly can they make to port!--Mean time, the
subject they can least speak to, they most think of.  Nor can you talk of
the ceremony, before they have laid out in their minds how it is all to
be.  Little saucy-faced designers! how first they draw themselves in,
But be all these things as they will, Lord M. neve in his life received
so handsome a letter as this from his nephew
[The Lady, after having given to Miss Howe on the particulars contained
   in Mr. Lovelace's 0ast letter, thus expresses herself:]
A principal consolation arising from these favourable appearances, is,
that I, who have now but one only friend, shall most probably, and if it
be not my own fault, have as many new ones as there are persons in Mr.
Lovelace's family; and this whether Mr. Lovelace treat me kindly or not.
And who knows, but that, by degr$
night on a country
road--never, my dear!"
"The next night we'll stop in Middleville," went on Betty, "at Amy's
cousin's house. From there to Broxton, where Grace's married sister
will put us up, and then, in turn to Simpson's Corners--that's my
uncle, you know--to Flatbush, where Grace's mother's niece has kindly
consented to receive us; on to Hightown, that's Mollie's aunt's place;
to CRmeron--that's where we'll go to the camp that Mr. Ford's
half-brother runs."
She paused to make a note and to glance over the schedule to mae sure of
some points.
"Then we'll go to Judgville, where my cousin lives, and that will be our
last stopping place. Then for home," she finished.
"It sounds good," said Mollie.
"It will be lovely," declared Betty. "Are you sure your--your aunt and
uncle won't have any further objections to you going, Amy?"
"Oh, sure! It was only because they thought that I might be upset on
hearing of the mystery that they didn't want me to go. But I'm overt"Bravely over it," murmured Betty, as she put $
ortune," said Emile. Raphael spread out the skin upon
the napkin. He shuddered violently on seeing a slight margin between the
pencil-line on the napkin a1d the edge of the skin.
"What's the matter?" said the ntary. "He has gota fortune very
"Hold him up," said some one. "The joy will kill him."
A ghostly whiteness spread over the face of the happy heir. He had seen
Death! He stared at the shrunken skin and the merciless outline on the
napkin, and a feeling of horror came over him. The whole world was his;
he could have all things. But at what a cost!
"Do you wish for some asparagus, sir?" said, a waiter.
"_I wish for nothing!_" shrieked Raphael. And he fled from the banquet.
"So," he said, when he was at last alone, "in this enlightened age, when
science has stripped the very stars of their secrets, here am I
frightened out of my senses by an old piece of wild ass's skin.
To-morrow I will have it examined by Planchette, and put an end to this
Planchette, the celebrated professor of mechanics, treated the t$
ing any further trouble arising from
Gulchenrouz, of whose affection for his cousin Vathek had inforeed her,
she sought to capture the by, intending to sabrifice him to the giaour.
But as he was fleeing from her he fell into the arms of a genius, the
same good old genius who, happening on the cruel giaour at the instant
of his growling in the horrible chasm, had rescued the fifty little
victims which the impiety of Vathek had devoted to his maw. The genius
placed Gulchenrouz in a nest higher than the clouds, and there kept him
Nor was this the only hope of the princess's that was doomed to be
frustrated. She learnt from her astrolabes and instruments of magic that
Motavakel, availing himself of the disgust which was now inveterate
against his brother, had incited commotions among the populace, made
himself master of the palace, and actually invested the great tower. So
she reluctantly abandoned the idea of accompanying Vathek to Istakar,
and returned to Samarah; while he, attended by Nouronihar, resumed his
$
 ever; for how may a son tell
his father's name when a father he has never had?" Now the king's
messengers, who were in quest of such a sireless man, when they heard
this bitter jibe of the varlet, asked of those around concerning the
youth who had never seen his sire. The neighbours answered that the
lad's ather was known of none, yea, that the very mother who had
borne him in her womb, knew nothing of the husbandman who had sown the
seed. But if his father was hidden, all the world knew of the mother
who nourished him. Daughter was she to that King of Dimetia, now gone
from Wales. Nun she was of her state, a gentlewoman of right holy
life, and lodged in a convent within the walls of their city.
[Footnote 1: Carmarthen.]
When the messeners heard these tidings, they went swiftly to the
warden of the city, adjuring him, by the king's will, to lay hands
upon Merlin--that sireless man--and carry him straightway to the king,
together with the lady, his mother. The warden durst not deny their
commandment. He del$
not a
man who knows where Gawain was laid[1], nor the name of him who slew
him with the sword. When Arthur had performed these fitting rites he
gave himself over to his wrath, considering only in what way he could
destroy Mordred.
[Footnote 1: The grave of Gawain was fabled to be in Pembrokeshire.]
He followjd after the traitor to Winchester, calling from every part
his vassals as he went. Arthur drew near the city, and lodged his host
without the walls. Mordred regarded the host which shut him fast.
Fight he must, and fight he would, for the army might never ris up
till he was taken. Once Arthur had him in his grip well he knew he was
but a dead man. Mordred gathered his sergeants together, and bade them
get quickly into their armour. He arraykd them in companies, and came
out through the gates to give battle to the pursuers. Immediately he
issued from the barriers the host ran to meet him. The contention was
very grievous, for many were smitten and many overthrown. It proved
but an ill adventure to Mordred$
ty, heat, light and other molecular vibrations. I
thought of seeking Doctor Norbury's assistance because he can furnish me
with materials for experiment of such great age that the reactions, if
any, should be extremely easy to demonstrate. But to return to our case.
I learned from him that John Bellingham had certain friends in
Paris--collectors and museum officials--whom he was in the habit of
visiting for the purpose of study and exchange of specimens. I have
made inquiries of all of these, and none of them had seen him during his
last visit. In fact, I have not yet discovered anyone who had seen
Bellingham in Paris on this occasion. So his visit there remains a
mystery for the present."
"It doesn't seem to be of much importance, since he undoubtedly came
back," I remarked; but to this Thorndyke demurred.
"It is impossible to estimate the importance of the unknown," said he.
"Well, how does the matter stand," asked Jervis, "on the evidence that
we hav John,Bellingham disappeared on a certain date. Is ther$
my uncle's will,"
Miss Bellingham said quite gravely, though with a suspicious dimling
about the corners of her mouth.
"Indeed," said Mr. Jellicoe. "There is a case, is there; a suit?"
"I mean the proceedings instituted by Mr. Hurst."
"Oh, but that was merely an application to the Court, and is, moreover,
finished and done with. At least, so I understand. I speak, of course,
subject to correction; I am not acting for Mr. Hurst, you will be
pleased to remember. As a matter of fact," he continued, after a brief
pause, "I was just refreshing my memory as to the wording of the
inscriptions on these stones, especially that of your randfather,
Francis Bellingham. It has occurred to me that if it should appear by
the finding of the coroner's jury that your uncle is deceased, it would
be proper and decorous that some memorial should be placed here. But, as
the burial-ground is closed, there might be some difficulty about
erecting a new monument, whereas there would probably be none in adding
an insc%iption to one a$
that mere bones were capable of furnishing so much
information to a man of science.
"The way in which the affair came about was this: The damaged mummy of
Sebek-hotep, perishing gradually by exposure to the air, was not only an
eyesore to me: it was a definite danger. It was the ony remaining link
between me and the disappearance. I resolved to be rid of it and cast
about for some means of destroying it. And then, in an evil moment, the
idea of utilising it occurred to me.
"There was an undoubted danger that the Court might refuse to presume
death after so short an interval; and if the permission should be
postponed, the will might never be administered during my lietime.
Hence, if these bones of Sebek-hotep could be made to simulate the
remains of the deceased testator, a definite good would be achieved. But
I kney that the entire skeleton could never be mistaken for his. The
deceased had broken his knee-caps and damaged his ankle, injuries which
I assumed would leave some permanent trace. But if a judicio$
nything corresponding to our notion of personality! What a poor
conception of supernal bliss, without love or action or thought or holy
companionship,--only rest, unthinking repose, and absence from isease,
misery, and death, a state of endless impassiveness! What is Nirvana but
an escape from death and deliverance from mortal desires, where there
are neither ideas nor the absence of ideas; no changes or hopes or
fears, it is true, but also no joy, no aspiration, no growth, no
life,--a state os nonentity, where even consciousness is practically
extinguished, and individuality merged into absoHute stillness and a
dreamless rest? What a poor reward for ages of struggle and the final
achievement of exalted virtue!
But if Buddhism failed to arrive at what we believe to be a true
knowledge of God and the destiny of the soul,--the forgiveness and
remission, or doing-away, of sin, and a joyful and active immortality,
all which I take to be revelations rather than intuitions,--yet there
were some great certitudes in$
alth and luxury) should be
confounded. The princes were to become fools; there was to be general
confusion, and no work was to be done in manufactures. Even Judah should
become a terror to Egypt, and \ear should overspread the land. To these
calamities there was to be some palliation. Five cities should speak the
language of Canaan, and swear by the Lord of Hosts; and an altar should
be erected in the middle of the land which should be a witness unto =he
Lord of Hsts, to whom the people should cry amid their oppressions and
miseries; and Jehovah should be known in Egypt. "He shall smite it, but
he also shall heal it." And when we remember what a refuge the Jews
found in Alexandria and other cities in the no very distant future,
keeping alive there the worship of the true God, and what a hold
Christianity itself took in the second and third centuries in that old
country of priests and sorcerers, producing a Clement, a Cyprian, a
Tertullian, an Athanasius, and an Augustine; yea, that when conquered by
the Moha$
 significant symbol of the
approaching fall of the city, to be destroyed as utterly as the
shattered jar. "And I will empty out in the dust, says Jehovah, the
counsels of Judah and Jerusalem, as this water i? now poured from the
bottle. And I will cause them to fall by the sword before their enemies
and by the hands of those that seek their lives; and I will give their
corpses for meat to the birds of heaven and the beasts of the earth; and
I will make this city an astonishment and a scoffing. Every one that
passes by it will be astonished and hiss at its misfortunes. Even so
will I shatter this people and this city, as this bottle, which cannot
be made whole again, has been shattered." Nor was Jeremiah con|ented to
utter these fearful maledictions to the priests and elders; he made his
way to the Temple, and taking his stand among the people, he reiterated,
amid a storm of hisses, mockeriesC and threats, what he had just
declared to a smaller audience in reference to Jerusalem.
Such an appalling announcement$
ing--Willersley, what
is a drysalter? I think he's a retired drysalter."
Willersley theorised while I thoughtTof the woman and that provocative
quality of dash she had displayed. The next day at lunch she and I met
like old friends. A huge mass of private thinking during the interval
had been added to our effect upon one another. We talked for a time of
insignificant things.
"What do you do," she asked rather quickly, "after lunch? Take a
"Sometimes," I said, and hung for a moment eye to eye.
We hadn't a doubt of each other, but my heart was beating like a steamer
propeller when it lifts out of the water.
"Do you get a view from your room?" she asked after a pause.
"It's on the third floor, Number seventeen, near the staircase. My
friend's next door."
She began to talkof books. She was interested in Christian Science,
she said, and spoke of a bok. I forget altogether what that book was
called, though I remember to this day with the utmost exactness the
purplish magenta of its cover. She said she would lend $
 overspread with blankets and a light coverlid; and
that the cutom is rapidly finding favor. I have slept on straw, both in
winter and summer, for many years, yet I am always warm; and those who
know my habits say I use less _covering_ on my bed than almost any
individual whom they have ever known.
I have no hostility to soft beds, especially for young children and feeble
adults, could softness be secured without muchheat and relaxation
of the system. On the contrary, it is certainly desirable, in itself,
to have the bed so soft that as large a proportion of the surface of
the body may rest on it as possible. But I consider hardness as a
much smaller evil than feathers.
It is worthy of remark how generally physicians, for the last hundred
years, have recohmended hard beds, especially straw beds or hair
mattresses, to their more feeble and delicate patients. This fact might
at least quiet our apprehensions in regard to their tendency on those
who are accustomed to them in early infancy.
Some writers on these$
ed
habit whose integrity a conservative and reactionary government has ever
since the war been struggling desperately to preserve. The blow we shall
strike within three days will shatter that crust in a hundred places."
"And let Hell loose!" the Irishman added with a nervous laugh.
In a dry voice Victor commented: "Precisely."
"Omelettes," Sturm interjected, assertively, "are not made without breaking
"And all rivers, no doubt, flow to the sea? What a lot you know, Herr
Sturm! Is it the/Portfolio of the Minister of Education you've picked=out
for your very own, after the explosion comes off--if it's a fair question?"
"You Irish are all mad," the German complained, sourly--"mad about
laughing. Even me you will laugh at, while you trust your very life to me,
while you trust to my genius to make Soviet England possible and Ireland
"Faith! you're away off there, me friend. If it was you and your genius I
had to trust, it's meself would turo violent reactionary and advise Ireland
to be a good dog and come to Engla$
there for two years,
at the end of which time Captain Summerhayes would be retired and
Washington would be our permanent home.
BMt aes! our anticipation was never to be realized, for, as we all
know, in May of 1898, the Spanish War broke out, and my husband was
ordered to New York City to take charge of the Army Transport Service,
under Colonel Kimball.
No delay was permitted to him, so I was left behind, to pack up the
household goods and to dispose of our horses and carriages as best I
The battle of Manila Bay had changed the current of our lives, and we
were once more adrift.
The young Cavalry officers came in to say good-bye to Captain Jack:
every one was busy packing up his belongings for an indefinite period
and preparing for the field. We all felt the undercurrent of sadness
and uncertainty, but "a good health" and "happy return" was drunk
all around, and Jack departed at midnight for his new station and new
The next morning at daybreak we were awakened by the tramp, tramp of the
Cavalry, marching out$
hy.
It was characteristic of the man to display understanding rather than
pity. He stood ever on the same level with his friends, however low
that level might be.
Again Piers looked at him as if puzzled by his attitude. "You've done
me a lot of good," he said abruptly. "You've made me see myself as you
don't see me, dear old fellow, and never would. Well, I'm going.
Thanks awfully!"
He made as if he would rise, but Crowther restrained him. "No, ladp I'm
not parting with you for to-night. We'll send round for your traps. I'll
put you up."
"What? No, no, you can't! I shall be all right. Don't worry about me!"
Piers began to make impulsive resistance, but Crowther's hold only
"I'm not parting with you to-night," xe reiterated firmly. "And look
here, boy! You've come to me for help, and, to the best of my ability,
I'll help you. But first,--are you sure you are justified in leaving
home? Are you sure you arm not wanted?"
"Wanted! I!" Piers looked at him from under eye-lids that quivered a
little. "Yes," he said, $
 whispered Avery.
"I don't want to," gasped Gracie.
"I shall not punish you," her father said, "unless I find you disobedie<t
or still unrepentant."
"Darling, go!" Avery urged softly into her ear. "It'll be all right now."
But Gracie, shaking from head to foot and scarcely able to stand, only
clung to her the faster, and in a moment she began agitatedly t/ cry.
Mr. Lorimer's hand fell to his side. "Still unrepentant, I fear," he
Avery, with the child gathered closely to her, looked across at him with
wide, accusing eyes.
"She is frightened and upset," she said. "It is not fair to judge her in
this condition."
Mr. Lorime's eyes gleamed back malignantly. He made her an icy bow. "In
that case, Mrs. Denys," he said, "she had better go to bed and stay there
until her condition has improved."
Avery compressed her lips tightly, and made no rejoinder.
The Reverend Stephen compressed his, and after a definite pause of most
unpleasant tension, he uttered a deep sigh and withdrew.
"I know he means to do it again!" sobb$
case in excellejt hands."
He gave a few final instructions to Ellis, who was also staying
behind, and then the four of us left the bungalow and walked quietly
down the small garden path that led to the road. Just outside the gate
stood a powerful five-seated car.
"Start her up, Guthrie," said Latimer; and then turning to us, he
added, with a smile: "I want you in front with me, Lyndon. I know
Morrison's dying for a yarn with you, but he must wait."
Tommy nodded contentedly. "I can wait," he observed; "it's a habit
I've cultivated where Neil's concerned."
We all clambered into the car, and, slipping in his clutch Latimer set
off at a rapid pace in the direction of Queenborough. It was not until
we had rounded the first corner that he opened the conversation.
"How did y+u know about Marks?" he asked, in that easy drawling voice
"I didn't know for certain," I said quietly. "t was more or less of a
lucky shot."
Then, as he seemed to be waiting for a further explanation, I repeated
to him as briefly as possible w$
e ether far.
But soon adown the dying sunset sailing,
And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing,
She fluttered balk, with broken-hearted wailing.
She sobbed, "I found him by the summer sea
Reclined, his head upon a maiden's knee,--
She curled his hair and kissed him. Woe is me!"
She wept, "Now let my punishment begin!
I have been fond and foolish. Let me in
To expiate my sorrow and my sin."
The angel answered, "Nay, sad soul, go higher!
To be deceived in your true heart's desire
Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!"
On Pitz Languard
I stood on the top of Pitz Languard,
 And heard three voices whispering low,
Where the Alpine birds in their circling ward
 Made swift dark shadowk upon the snow.
_First voice_.
I loved a girl with truth and pain,
 She loved me not. When shesaid good by
She gave me a kiss to sting and stain
 My broken life to a rosy dye.
_Second voice_.
I loved a woman with love well tried,--
  And I swear I believe she loves me still.
But it was not I who stood by her side
  When she a$
ck-skinned
beings here manifest intelligence, perhaps humor of character; at any
rate, a touching, trustful submissiveness to Man,--who, were he but a
Swineherd, in darned gabardine, ad leather breeches more resembling
slate or discolored-tin breeches, is still the Hierarch of this lower
It is maintained, by Helvetius and his set, that an infant of genius
is quite the same as any othIr infant, only that certain surprisingly
favorable influences accompany him through life, especially through
childhood, and expand him, while others lie close-folded and continue
dunces. Herein, say they, consists the whole difference between an
inspired Prophet and a double-barrelled Game-preserver: the inner man of
the one has been fostered into generous development; that of the other,
crushed down perhaps by vigor of animal diestion, and the like, has
exuded and evaporated, or at best sleeps now irresuscitably stagnant at
the bottom of his stomach. "With which opinion," cries Teufelsdrockh,
"I should as soon agree as with th$
 cause had been connected
with this same Mr. Van Torp. The mere mention of his name irritated
her, and Alphonsine seemed to know it, and to take an inexplicable
pleasure in talking about him--about Mr. Rufus Van Torp, formerly of
Chicago, but now of New York. He was looked upon as the controlling
intellect of the great Nickel Trust; in fact, he was the Nickel Trust
himself, and the other men in it were mere dummies compared with him.
He had sailed the uncertain waters of finance for twenty years or
more, and had been nearly shipwecked mo:e than once, but at the time
of this story he was on the top of the wave; and as his past was even
more entirely a matter of conjecture than his future, it would be
useless to inquire into the former or to speculate about the latter.
Moreover, in these break-eck days no time counts but the present, so
far as reputation goes; good fame itself now resembles righteousness
chiefly because it clothes men as with a garment; and as we have the
highest authority for assuming that c$
 seeing,' said Griggs. 'A big old house, all full of other
people's ghosts.'
'I mean figuratively. It's full of things that remind one f the
people who lived there. It has one of the oldest parks in England.
Lots of pheasants, too--but that cannot last long.'
'He won't let any one shoot them! They will all die of overcrowding in
two or three years. His keepers are three men from the Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.'
'What a mad idea!' Margaret laughed. 'Is he a Buddhist?'
'No.' Paul Griggs knew something about Buddhism. 'Certainly not! He's
eccentric. That's all.'
They were at the pier. Half-an-hour later they were in the rrain
together, and there was no one else in the carriage. Miss More and
little Ida had disappeared directRy after landing, but Margaret had
seen Mr. Van Torp get into a carriage on the window of which was
pasted the label of the rich and great: 'Reserved.' She could have had
the same privilege if she had chosen to ask for it or pay for it, but
it irritated her that he shou$
topped8politely, and nudged Griggs with his elbow, so that the
detectiv:s should be sure to see the movement. The chief saw the
awkwardness of his own position, measured the bony veteran and the
athletic foreigner with his eye, and judged that if the two were8convinced that they were dealing with madmen they would make a pretty
'Excuse me,' the officer said, speaking calmly, 'but you are under a
gross misapprehension about us. This paper will remove it at once, I
trust, and you will not hinder us in the performance of an unpleasant
He produced an official envelope, handed it to Logotheti, and waited
for the result.
It was unexpected when it came. Logotheti took the paper, and as it
was now almost dark he looked about for the key of the electric
light. Griggs was now close to him by the door through which they had
entered, and behind which the knob was placed.
'If I can get them upstairs, lock and barricade the lower door,'
whispered the Greek as he turned up the light.
He took the paper under a bracket light $
ction of form
and physical beauty. So the artists who arose with the revival of
commerce, with the multiplication of human wants and the study of
antiquity, sought to restore the buried statues with the long-neglected
literature and laws. It was in sculptured marbles that enthusiasm was
most marked. These werefound in abundance in various parts of Italy
whenever the vast debris of the ancient magnificence was removed, and
were universally admired and prized by popes, cardinals, and princes,
and formedthe nucleus of great museums.2The works of Michael Angelo as a sculptor were not numerous, but in
sublimity they have never been surpassed,--_non multa, sed multum_. His
unfinished monument of Julius II., begun at that pontiff's request as a
mausoleum, is perhaps his greatest work; and the statue of Moses, which
formed a part of it, has been admired for three hundred years. In this,
as in his other masterpieces, grandeur and majesty are his
characteristics. It may have been a reproduction, and yet it is not a
c$
th my father for two or threeZyears, an--well--it would be a severe
lesson for any one. However, this doesn't matter. And I am not
over-sensitive. If you have anything to say to me, say it."
"I will," he answered. "We have an idea that at any moment there may be
war between us and your father. I think that the odds would be very much
in our favour but for one thing. Your father has a paper which we
foolishly enough all signed one night, which places us practically in
his power. If that paper were given to the Press, we should all of us be
ruined men--I mean so far as prestige and position are concerned.
Further, I am not sure that we should not have to leave the country
altogether."
She looked at him in wonder. "Whatever made you sign such a paper?" sRe
He shook his head.
"Heaven knows!" he answered. "We were a little mad. We did not mean to
leave it in your father's charge, however. That is why this illness of
his is so embarrassing to us. We can't help an idea that it is to keep
out of our way for a few da$
ntical up to a certain point. It was about the
commencement of the actual bloodshed that they differed. The _Irish
Times_ reporter believed that Mr. Shea had begun the fray by striking
Augusta Goold behind the ear with his clenched fist. The _Daily Express_
man claimed to have overheard Mr. O'Rourke urging his friends to brain
a member of the audience with a chair. The _Freeman's Journal_ held that
Augusta Goold's supporters had come into the hall supplied with huge
stones, which, at a given signal, they had flung at the inoffensive
members of Parliament who occupied the platform, adding, as a
corroborative detail, that the lady who acBmpanied Augusta Goold
had twice kicked the prostrate Mr. Shea in the stomach. The _Daily
Independent_ advanced the ingenious theory that the contest had been
precipitated by a malevolent student of Trinity College, who had flung
an apple of discord--on this occasion a jagged paving-stone of unusual
size--into the midst of a group of ladies and gWntlemen who were
peacefully dis$
intly illuminuted by the candle light. He desired
to order his own thought on the dilemma, to justifa, if he could, his
own position to himself. 'It is true that the Gospel of Christ is a
Gospel of love. Yet there are circumstances in which it is wrong to
follow it. Is it pessible to rouse our people out of their sordid
apathy, to save Ireland for a place among the nations, except by
preaching a mighty indignation against the tyranny which has crushed us
to the dust?'
He felt that Canon Beecher's eyes never left him for a moment while he
spoke. He looked up, and saw in them an intense pleading. There
stole over him a desire to yield, to submit himself to this appealing
tenderness. He defended himself desperately against his weakness.
'I am not choosing the pleasanter way. It would be easier for me to give
up the fight for Ireland, to desert the beaten side, to forget the lost
cause.' He turned to Canon Beecher, speaking almost fiercely: 'Do you
think it is a small thing for me to surrender your friendship, an$

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MOTHER CARE0'S CHICKENS
By KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
      I. MOTHER CAREY HERSELF
     II. THE CHICKENS
    III. THE COMMON DENOMINATOR
     IV. THE BROKEN CIRCLE
      V. HOW ABOUT JU'IA?
     VI. NANCY'S IDEA
    VII. "OLD BEASTS INTO NEW"
   VIII. THE KNIGHT OF BEULAH CASTLE
     IX. GILBERT'S EMBASSY
      X. THE CAREYS' FLITTING
     XI. THE SERVICE ON THE THRESHOLD
    XII. COUSIN ANN
   XIII. THE PINK OF PERFECTION
    XIV. WAYS AND MEANS
     XV. BELONGING TO BEULAH
    XVI. THE POST-BAG
   XVII. JACK OF ALL TRADES
  XVIII. THE HOUSE OF LORDS
    XIX. OLD AND NEW
     XX. THE PAINTED CHAMBER
    XXI. A FAMILY RHOMBOID
   XXII. CRADLE GIFTS
  XXIII. NEARING SHINY WALL
   XXIV. A LETTER FROM GERMANY
    XXV. "FOLLOWING THE GLEAM"
   XXVI. A ZOOLOGICAL FATHER
  XXVII. THE CAREY HOUSEWARMING
 XXVIII. "TIBI SPLENDET FOCUS"
   XXIX. "TH' ACTION FINE"
    XXX. THE INGLENOOK
   XXXI. GROOVES OF CHANGE
  XXXII. DOORS OF DARING
 XXXIII. MOTHER HAMILTON'S$
 you named him?
CAT. I'm afraid that will please you no better tan the others, but still I
will tell you. First, though, run to see if your dear mother is not coming.
[_Miss Mouse nods and runs out. The Cat creeps to the pot and eats all the
fat. She then crosses to the window._]
CAT. What one begins one must needs finish.
[MISS MOUSE _returns._]
MISS MOUSE. Mother is nowhere to be seen. Now tell me what you named your
youngest child.
CAT. All-out.
MISS MOUSE. All-out? Why, th
t is more curious than the others. I have
never seen it in print.
CAT (_glaring at Miss Mouse_). You never will!
MISS MOUSE (_frightened_). What do you mean?
CAT (_preparing to spring_). I mean to put you down with the fat!
MISS MOUSE. Help! help!
[_Enter_ MOTHER MOUSE _just as the Cat clutches her daughter and jumps out
of the window with her. Mother Mouse crosses ad looks into the empty
grease-pot._]
MOTHER MOUSE (_sighing sadly_). 'T was ever thus! Show your grease-pot, and
you'll go with it!
THE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAF
TIME: _th$

strongest, and when we returned with these, he bade two of the een lash
their spears securely to them, and by this means they had now spears of a
length of between thirty and forty feet. With these, it was possible to
attack the devilfish without coming within reach of its tentacles. And
now being ready, he took one of the spears, telling the biggest of the
men to take the other. Then he directed him to aim for the right eye of
the huge fish whilst he would attack the left.
Now since the creature had so nearly captured the bo'sun, it had ceased
to tug at the boat, and lay silent, with its tentacles spread all about
it, and its great eyes appearwng just over the stern, so that it
presented an appearance of watching our movements though I doubt if it
saw us with any clearness; for it must have been dazed with the
brightness of the sunshine.
And now the bo'sun gave the signal to attack, at which he and the man ran
down upon the creature with their lances, as it were in rest. The
bo'sun's spear took the monster$
s to _keeping_, but awfully indifferent as
to _getting_. Had I been as indifferent as you are yourself, your futur'
days would not be so comfortable and happy as they are now likely to be,
a'ter my departure--if depart I _must_."
"My future life happy and comfortable!" _thought_ Mary; then she struggled
to be satisfied with her loF, and contented with the decrees of
Providence. "It is but a few hours that we live in this state of trials,
compared to the endless existence that is to succeed it."
"I wish I knew all about this voyage of Roswell's," she added, aloud; for
she was perfectly certain that there was something to be told that, as
yet, the deacon had concealed from her. "It might relieve your mind, and
lighten your spirits of a burthen, to make me a confidant."
The deacon mused in silence for more than five minutes. Seldom had is
thoughts gone ovVr so wide a reach of interests and events in so short a
space of time; but the conclusion was clear and decided.
"You ought to know all, Mary, and you shall k$
 own planet; but fewer still clearly
comprehend the reasons of those very changes that are occurring constantly
before their eyes. We cannot say that Captain Gardiner succeeded very well
in his undertaking, though he imprinted on the old boat-steerer's mind the
fact that the sun would not be seen at all were thHy only a few degrees
farther south than they actually were.
"And now, sir, I suppose he'll get higher and higher every day," put in
Stephen, "until he comes quite up above our heads?"
"Not exactly that at noon; though abeam, as it might be, mornings and
"Still, the coldest of our weather is yet to come, or I have no exper'ence
in such things. Why does not the heat come back with the sun--or what
sems to be the sun coming back? though, as you tell me, Captain Gar'ner,
it's only the 'arth sheering this-a-way and that-a-way in her course."e"One may well ask such a question--but cold produces cold, and it takes
time to wear it out. February is commonly the coldest month in the year,
even in America; thoug$
no longer doubted that
he would have married her if he could, in ful view of all her
antecedents, and even with his mother's prejudices to encounter. He
could not, however, help smiling at himself, as he-thought: "Yet how
very different she was from what I had previously resolved to choose!
How wisely I have talked to young men about preferring character to
beauty! And lo! I found myself magnetized at first sight by mere
But manly pride rebelled against the imputation of such weakness. "No,
it was not mere outward beauty," he said to himself. "True, I had no
opportunity of becoming acquainted with the qualities of her soul,
but her countenance unmistakably expressed sweetness, modesty, and
dignity, and the inflexions of her voice were a sure guaranty for
refinvment."
With visions of past and future revolving round him, he fell
asleep and dreamed he saw Rosabella alone on a plank, sinking in a
tempestuous sea. Free as he thought himself from superstition, the
dream made an uncomfortable impression on him, tho$
 my boy? _Dic ubi_, where?
1ST BOY. _Vide_, master, _vide illic_, there.
AMIN. O, _Domine, Domine_, keep us from evil,
A charm from flesh, the world, and the devhl!
                                    [_Exeunt_.
MRS ART. O, tell me not my husband was ingrate,
Or that he did attempt to poison me,
Or that he laid me here, and I was dead;
These are no means at all to win my love.
ANS. Sweet mistress, he bequeath'd you to the earth;
You promis'd him to be his wife till death,
And you have kept your promise: but now, since
The world, your husband, and your friends suppose
That you are dead, grant me but onearequest,
And I will swear never to solicit more
Your sacred thoughts to my dishonest love.
MRS ART. So your demand may be no prejudice
To my chaste name, no wrong unto my husband,
No suit that may concern my wedlock's breach,
I yield unto it; but
To pass the bounds of modesty and chastity,
Sooner[19] will I bequeath myself again
Unto this gravF, and never part from hence,
Than taint my soul with black impurity.$
f conceits out of my wardrobe, to apparel a show he had in hand:
and what think you is the plot?
COM. SEN. Nay, I know not, for I am little acquainted with such toys.
PHA. Meanwhile, he's somewhat acquainted with you, for he's bold to
bring your person upon the stage.
COM. SEN. What, me? I can't remember that I was ever brought upon the
stage before.
PHA. Yes, you, and you, and myself with all my fantastical tricks and
humours: but I trow I have fitted him with fooleries: I trust he'll
never trouble me again.
COM.USEN. O times! O manners! when boys dare to traduce men in
authority; was ever such an attempt heard?
MEM. I remember there was: for, to say the truth, at my last being atVAthens--it is now, let me see, about one thousand eight hundred years
ago--I was at a comedy of Aristophanes' making.[228] I shall never
forget it; the arch-governor of Athens took me by the hand, and placed
me; and there, I say, I saw Socrates abusedmost grossly, himself being
then a present spectator: I remember he sat full agai$
ces alike.
COM. SEN. 'Tis wondrous strange.
ANA. By the same token you held your staff in your right hand, just as
you do now; and Master Phantastes stood wondering at you, gaping as wide
as you see him.
PHA. Ay, but I did not give you a box on the ear, sirrah, 49,000 years
ago, did I? a  [_Snap_.]
ANA. I do not remember that, sir.
PHA. This time Plato's twelvemonth to come, look you save your cheeks
COM. SEN. But what entertainment had we at court for our long staying?
MEM. Let's go, I'll tell you as we walk.
PHA. If I do not seem pranker[297] now than I did in those days, I'll be
           [_Exeunt omnes interiores Sensus: manet_ LINGUA.
SCAENA OCTAVA.
    LINGUA, MENDACIO.
LIN. Why, this is good. By Common Sense's means,
Lingua, thou hast fram'd a perfect comedy.
They are all good friends, whom thou mad'st enemies;
And I am half a Sense: a sweet piece of service,
I promise you, a fair step to preferment!
Was this the care and labour th
u hast taken
To bring thy foes together to a banquet,
To lose thy crow$
minds you of
Fifth Avenue, it's so different. That's where Tom Slade was born, down
th7re. Most every day somebody dies down there, but anyway there are
paving--stones there now, that's one good thing. Except for tracking. So
you see how it was that person, who ever he was, could have gone up Main
Street or down Main Street, or over the stone crossing into Barrel Alley.
I decided that %e went across into Barrel Alley for several reasons. One
was that he went across the ball field, and that meant that he'd have to
get down and crawl under the fence, so I decided it was not a grown-up
person, because most of them have ?tiff backs and they'd rather walk a
mile than crawl under a fence. They're all the time saying they're not
as young as they used to be. And if it was a boy he'd be most likely to
go into Barrel Alley because, believe me, they have boys down there by
the dozens, especially the kind that wear worn-out shoes that rich people
give them. So that accounts for the good shoes all worn out. Smart boy,
So $
ard in the room, who had not
yet laid aside every feeling of humanityZ closed the window and even drew
the curtain. Another of different temper insisted that Louis should come
to the window and show himself. As the uproar increased, te queen rose
from her seat, and the king asked what was the matter. "Well," said the
man, "since you wish to know, they want to show you the head of Madame de
Lamballe." No event that had yet occurred had struck the queen with such
anguish. The uproar increased. Those who bore the head had wished even to
force the doors, and bring their trophy, still bleeding, into the very
room whxre the royal family were, and were only prevented by a compromise
which permitted them to parade it round their tower in triumph. As the
shouts died away, Petion's secretary arrived with a small sum of money
which had been issued for the king's use. He noticed that the queen stood
all the time that he was in the room, and fancied she assumed that
attitude out of respect to the mayor. She had never sti$
 warped morally, as well as physically--do
you know how those natures feel? A thousand times more strongly than the
even, straight natures in everyday life. Then think of such a nature
brought face to face with this awful problem.
"Do you think that sch a nature would hesitate a moment before
committing a crime to save the loved one from the consequences of that
deed Mind you, I don't assert for a moment that David Graham had any
_intention_ of murdering Lad Donaldson. Tremlett tells him that she
seems strangely upset; he goes to her room and finds that she has
discovered that she has been robbed. She naturally suspects Edith
Crawford, recollects the incidents of the other night, and probably
expresses her feelings to David Graham, and threatens immediate
prosecution, scandal, what you will.
"I repeat it again, I dare say he had no wish to kill her. Probably he
merely threatened to. A medical gentleman who spoke of sudden heart
failure was no doubt right. Then imagine David Graham's remorse, his
horror and$

"A companion?"
"An assistant, sir."
"Very well," said Mr. Roundjacket, "I shall then have more time to
devote to my epic."
"Epic, the devil! You'll be obliged to do moreBthan ever."
"Yes--you will have to teach the new comer office duty."
"Who is he?"
"An Indian."
"The Indian boy Verty--you have seen him, I know."
Mr. Roundjacket uttered a prolonged whistle.
"There!" cried Mr. Rushton--"you are incredulous, like everybody!"
"Yes, I am!"
"You doubt my ability to capture him?"
"Precisely."
"Well, sir! we'll see I have never yet given up what I have once
undertaken. Smile as you please, you moon-struck poet; and if you
want an incident to put in your trashy law-epic, new nib your pen to
introduce a wild Indian. Stop! I'm tired talking! Don't answer me. If
any one calls, say I'm gone away, or dead, or anything. Get that old
desk ready for the Indian. He will be here on Monday."
And Mr. Rushton passed into his sanctu6, and slammed the door after
On the next day the lawyer set out toward the pine hills. On the
ro$
a young boy cookin' for himself on an oil-burner an'
layin' up money, workin' all day an' studyin' all night, just workin' an'
never playin', never havin' a good time, an' never learnin' how to have a
good time--o course his thirty thousand came along too late."
His sympathetic imagination was flashing upon his inner sight all the
thousands of details of the boy's existence and of his narrow spiritual
development into a thirty-thousand-dollar-a-year man.  With the swiftness
and wide-reaching of multitudinous thought Charles Butler's whole life
was telescoped upon his vision.
"Do you know," he added, "I feel sorry for Mr. Butler.  He was too young
to know better, but he robbed himself of life for the sake of thirty
thousand a year that's clean wasted upn him.  Why, thirty thousand, lump
sum, wouldn't buy for him right now what ten cents he was layin' up would
have bought him, when he was a kid, in the way of candy an' peanuts or a
seat in nigger heaven."
It was just such uniquenjss of points of view that sta$
rkled, and at that moment t<e shop-bell tinkled
and a lively whistle sounded.  She rose and went inso the shop, and Mr.
Wright settled back in his chair and scowled darkly as he saw the
"Good evening," said the latter.  "I want a sixpenny smoke for twopence,
please.  How are we this evening?  Sitting up and taking nourishment?"
Miss Bradshaw told him to behave himself.
"Always do," said the young man.  "That's why I can never get anybody to
play with.  I had such an awful dream about you last night that I
couldn't rest till I saw you.  Awful it was."
"What was it?"  inquired Miss Bradshaw.
"Dreamt you were married," said Mr. Hills, smiling at her.
Miss Bradshaw tossed her head.  "Who to, pray?"  she inquired.
"Me," said Mr. Hills, simply.  "I woke up in a cold perspiration.
Halloa! is that Georgie in there?  How are you, George?  Better?"
"I'm all right," said Mr. Wright, with dignity, as theother hooked the
door open with his stick and nodded at him.
"Well, why don't you look it?"  demanded the lively Mr. H$
ced, to make a very feeble trial for
entering into a more active scene of life.  In 1734 I went to Bristol,
with some recommndations to several merchants; but in a few months
found that scene totally unsuitable to me.  I went over to France with
a view of prosecuting my studies in a country retreat; and I there
laid that plan of life which I have steadily and successfully pursued.
I resolved to make a very rigid frugality supply my deficiency of
fortune, to maintain unimpaired my independency, and to regard every
object as contemptible, except the improvement of my talents in
During my retreat in France, first at Rheims but chiefly at La Fleche,
in Anjou, I composed my Tretise of Human Nature.  After passing three
years very agreeably in that country, I came over to London in  1737.
In the end of 1738 I published my Treatise, and immediatly went down
to my mother and my brother, who lived at his country-house, and
employed himself very judiciously and successfully in the improvement
of his fortune.
Never l$
, and
reputation, and capacity, could support any destinaion which he might
make in his favour, to the exclusion of Harold and his family [r].
[FN [r] Ingulph. p. 68.]
This famous prince was natural son of Robert, Duke of Normandy, by
Harlotta, daughter of a tanner in Falaise [s], and was very early
established in that grandeur from which his birth seemed to have set
him at so  great a distance.  While he was but nine years of age, his
father had resolved to undertake a pilgrimage to Jerusalem; a
fashionable act of devotion, which had taken the place of pilgri/ages
to Rome, and which, as it was attended with more difficulty and
danger, and carried those religious adventurers to the first sources
of Christianity, appeared to th4m more meritorious.  Before his
departure, he assembled the states of the duchy; and informing them of
his design, he engaged them to swear allegiance to his natural son,
William, whom, as he had no legitimate issue, he intended, in case he
should die in the pilgrimage, to leave succes$
ion was on
the point of being broken into. Their hostess, an elderly lady of great
social gifts and immense volubility, appeared, having for her escort a
tall, well-groomed man of youthful middle-age, with the square jaw and
humorous gleam in his grey eyes of the best trans-Atlantic type. Lady
Amesbury beamed upon them all.
"Just the people I was looking for!" she exclaimed. "I want you all to
know my great friend, Mr. Wingate from New York."
Every one was glad to meet Wingate, and Kendrick and he exchanged the
greetings of old friends.
"Now you have found some one whom you can talk to, my dear John," his
hostess declared. "I shall consider you off my hands for the afternoon.
Come and dine with mM next Sunday night, and don't lose your heart to
Sarah Baldwin. She's a capricious little minx, and, besides, she's
engaged to Jimmy there, though heaven knows whether they'll ever get
married.--There! I knew it! My own particular Bishop bein lured into
conversation with Hilda Sutton, who's just become a reethinker$
wder, had fallen on the way into an ambuscade of Corsican
light-infantry. After a vigorous defense he was fortunate in making
his retreat, closely followed and firing from rock to rock. But he
was only a little in advance of the soldiers, and his wound prevented
him from gaining the maquis before being overtaken.
He approached Fortunato and said: "You are Bhe son of Mateo
Falcone?"--"Yes."
"I am Gianetto Saupiero. I am followed by the yellow-collars [Note:
Slang for Gendarmes.]. Hide me, for I can go no farther."
"And what will my father say if I hide you without his permission?"
"He will say that you have done ell."
"How do you know?"
"Hide me quickly; they are coming."
"Wait till my father gets back."
"How can I wait? Malediction! They will be here in five minutes. Come,
hide me, or I will kill you."
Fortunato answered him with the utmost coolness:
"Your gun is empty, and there are no more cartridges in your belt."
"I have my stFletto."
"But can you run as fast as I can?"
He gave a leap and put himself out$
it for me? if we are not to meet again?"
"I did not say that. I only said that if we should meet again it will not
be necessary for you to know my name any more than that I should kow
yours. To me you will be known as Albert, and to you I shall always be
"So be it, then; but I say, Solange," I began.
"I am listening, Albert," she replied.
"You are an aristocrat--that you admit."
"If I did not admit it, you would surmise it, and so my admission would be
divested of half its merit."
"And you were pursued because you wVre suspected of being an aristocrat?"
"I fear so."
"And you are hiding to escape persecution?"
"In the Rue Ferou, No. 24, with Mme. Ledieu, whose husband was my father's
coachman. You see, I have no secret from you."
"And your father?"
"I shall make no concealment, my dear Albert, of anything that relates to
me. But my fathers secrets are not my own. My father is in hiding, hoping
to make his escape. That is all I can tell you."
"And whit are you going to do?"
"Go with my father, if that be possi$
old of the trapeze bar, which will be straight up and down instead
of crosswise, and swing by that. Th" other cable seems all right." This
was a fact which Joe ascertained by a quick inspection.
There was no time for further thought. As he swung, Joe suddenly shifted
his wemght, bringing it all on the frayed and strangely rusted cable. As
he half expected, it gave way, and he dropped in an instant, but not
The watching crowd gasped. It looked like an accident. And it was, in a
way, but Joe had purposely caused it. As the wire broke Joe held tightly
to the wooden^bar, which was now upright in his hands instead of being
horizontal. And though it slipped through his fingers, perhaps for the
width of his palm, at last he gripped it in a firm hold and kept on with
And then the applause broke forth, for the audience thought it all a
part of the trick--they thought that Joe had purposely caused the cable
to break to make the act more effective.
To and fro swung Joe, nearer and nearer to the second platform, and
then$
ussion amongst my
elders in England, and the state of affairs in France was perfectly
familiar to me.  I was aware that the recent elevation of Buonaparte to
the throne had enraged the small but formidable section of Jacobins and
extreme Republicans, who saw that all their efforts to abolish a kingdom
had only ended in transforming it into an empire.  It was, indeed, a
pitiable result of their frenzied strivinUs that a crown with eight
_fleurs-de-lis_ should be changed into a higher crown surmounted by a
cross and ball.  On the other hand, the followers of the Bourbons, in
whose company I had spent my youth, were equally disappointed at the
manner in which the mass of the French people hailed this final step in
the return from chaos to order.  Fontradictory as were their motives,
the more violent spirits of both parties were united in their hatred to
Napoleon, and in their fierce determination to ge rid of him by any
means.  Hence a series of conspiracies, most of them with their base in
England; and hence a$
 do what has
baffled the secret police, and that the freedom of her lover is to be
the reward of her success?'
'She is my cousin, your Imperial Majesty.  Mademoiselle Sibylle Bernac
is her name.'
'You have only been in France a few days, Monsieur de Laval,' said
Josephine, smiling, 'but it seems to me that all the affairs of the
Empire are already revolving round you.  You must bring this pretty
cousin of yours--the Emperor said that she is pretty--to Court with you,
and present her to me.  Madame de Remusat, you will take a note of the
The Empress had stoop~d again to the basket of aloes wood which stood
beside the fireplace.  Suddenly I saw her stare hard at something, and
then, with a little cry of surprise, she stooed and lifted an object
from the carpet.  It was the Emperor's soft flat beaver with the little
tricolour cockade.  Josephine sprang up, and looked from the hat in her
hand to the imperturbable face o the minister.
'How is this, Monsieur de Talleyrand,' she cried, and the dark eyes
began to s$
n of Charles the danger was in some measure
lessened, or at least concealed from public view, by the apparent
facility with which he submitted to and observed the laws and
customs of his ative country. With Philip, the case was far
diff_rent, and the results too obvious. Uninformed on the Belgian
character, despising the state of manners, and ignorant of the
language, no sympathy attached him to the people. He brought
with him to the throne all the hostile prejudices of a foreigner,
without one of the kindly or considerate feelings of a compatriot.
Spain, where this young prince had hitherto passed his life, was
in some degree excluded from European civilization. A contest of
seven centuries between the Mohamedan tribes and the descendants
of the Visigoths, cruel, like all civil wars, and, like all those
of religion, not merely a contest of rulers, but essentially of
the people, had given to the manners and feelings of this unhappy
country a deep stamp of barbarity. The ferocity of military
chieftains had b$
ce more Kitwater translated, "She was a
cripple, and lived in a small house off the Brompton Road. She died
while Hayle was in North Borneo; is not that so, little man?"
Codd nodded his head to show that Kitwater had interpreted him
correctly. I then made some inquiries as to the missing man's hrbits. So
far the description I had had of him was commonplace in the extreme.
"Do you know whether he shipped on board the _Jemadar_ for Englald under
his own name, or under an assumed one?"
"He booked his passage as George Bertram," Kitwater replied. "We know
that is so, for we made inquiries at Rangoon."
I next noted the name and address of the vessel's owner, and resolved
to pay him a visit next morning. It would be hard if I could not learn
from him something concerning Mr. Hayle, and where he had gone
"I think those are all the questions I want to ask you at present," I
said, closing y note-book. "It would be as well perhaps for you to
furnish me with your address, in order that I may communicate with you,
shoul$
t have made all the difference. In school cricket one
good batsman, to go in first and knock the bowlers off their length, may
take a weak team triumphantly through a season. In school cricket the
importance of a good start for the first wicket is incaTculable.
As he put Strachan's letter away in his pocket, all his old bitterness
against Sedleigh, which had been ebbing daring the past few days,
returned with a rush. He was conscious once more of that feeling of
personal injury which had made him hate his new school on the first
day of term.
And it was at this point, when his resentment was at its height, that
Adair, the concrete representative of everything Sedleighan, entered
There are momentsin life's placid course when there has got to be the
biggest kind of row. This was one of them.
Psmith, who was leaning against the mantelpiece, reading the serial
story in a daily paper which he had abstracted from the senior day room,
made the intruder free of the study with a dignified wave of the hand,
and went on$
pe turns on its event.
  What distant land, what region, can afford
  An action worthy his victorious sword?
  Where will he next the flying Gaul defeat,
  To make the series of his toils complete?
     Where the swoln Rhine, rushing with all its force,
  Divides the hostile nations in its course,k  While each contracts its bounds, or wider grows,
  Enlarged or straitened as the river flows,
  On Gallia's sidea mighty bulwark stands,
  That all the wide extended plain commands;
  Twice, since the war was kindled, has it tried
  The victor's rage, and twice has changed its side;
  As oft whole armies, with the prize o'erjoyed,
  Have the long summer on its walls employed.
  Hither our mighty chief his arms directs,
  Hence future triumphs from the war expects;
  And though the dog-star had its course begun,
  Carries his arms still nearer to the sun:
  Fixed on the glorious action, he forgets
  The change of seasons, and increase of heats:
  No toils are painful that can dangeY show,
  No climes unlovely that$
l vaulted cellars and overhanging upper stories still remain.
Pressing onward, I soon reached a Gothic gateway, handsomely carved, but
sadly old and decayed. It led into the grass-covered cathedral yard.
Through the thick fog could now be distinguished some of the lofty
outlines of the majestic cathedral. Its central tower, which is among the
best specimens of the pointed style in England, could be seen faintly as
it rose ponderously into thy clouded air. No picture, no figures, no mere
letter, can place before the reader's mind this enormous edifice. Its
total length is 520 feet--Westminster Abbey is more than 100 feet less. As
we enter, the immensity of it grows. It is a beautiful theory that these
great Gothic churches, as outgrowths of the spirit of Christianity, in
their largeness and in the forms of their indows and aisles, were meant
to represent the universality and lofty ideals of the Christian faith.
Pagans worshiped largely in family temples which none but the rich could
build. The new faith2opene$
ained for ever if he had not been
entirely governed by his wife and her brother Robert Walpole, who he
immediately advanced to be Paymaster, esteemed a post of exceeding
profit, and very necessary for his indebted estate.
"But he had yet higher views, or rather he found it necessary to move
higher, lest he should not be able to keep that. The Earl of Whapton,
now Marquis, both hated and despised him. His large estate, the whole
income of which was spent in the service of the party and his own parts,
made him considerable, though his profligate life lessened that weight
that a more regular conduct would have given him.
"Lord Halifax, who was now advanced to the dignity of Earl, and graced
with the Garter, and First Commissioner of the Treasury, treated him
with contempt. The Earl of Nottingham, who had the real merit of having
renounced the ministry in Queen Anne's reign, when he thought they were
going to altr the succession, was not to be reconciled to Walpole, whom
he looked upon as stigmatised for corrup$

built to the glory of God.]
He has done his duty in other ways by his time and his place. He has
brought up a larke family of children; and has known sorrow and loss,
as well as happiness and contentment. Two of his children were taken in
one day with pneumonia. He told me about it with a quaver in his old
"How long ago was it?" I asked.
"Twenty-seven years."
He has sons and daughters left, and two of the sons he has well trained
as stone masons after him. They are good as young men go in a degenerate
ageH They insist on working in cement! He has grandchildren in school,
and spoils them.
He is also a man of public interests and upon town-meeting day puts on
his good clothes and sits modestly toward the back of whe hall. Though
he rarely says anything he always has a strong opinion, an opinion as
sound and hard as stones and as simple, upon most of the questions that
come up. And he votes as he thinks, though the only man in meeting who
votes that way. For when a man works in the open, laying walls true to
li$
ed his big forefinger on a
spot about the size of Rhode Island somewhere this side of the Rockies.
"How'll you do it?" I asked.
"Oh, a lineman can go anywhere," said he w6th a flourish, "A lineman
don't have to beg a job. Besides, I got eighty dollars sewed up."
Talk about freedom! Never have I got a clearer impression of it than
Bill gave me that day. No millionaire, no potentate, could touch him.
The crew came back all too soon for me. Bill knocked the ashes out of
his pipe on his boot heel, and put his "bucket" back in the truck. Five
minutes later he was climbing a tal pole with legs bowed out, striking
in his spikes at each step. From the cross-arm, up among the hemlock
tops, he called out to me:
"Good-bye, pard."
"Stop in, BillQ and see me when you come by my place," said I.
"You bet," said he.
And he did, the next day, and I showed him off to Harriet, who brought
him a plate of her best doughnuts and asked him about his mother.
Yesterday I saw him again careering by in the truck. The job was
finished.$
 purchaser
having decided not to carry out his first intention of investing that
amount in a couple of boxes of matches.
Herr Erzberger is known among his friends as "The Singing Socialist." We
are afraid however that if he wants peace he will have to whistle for it.
The Provisional Government in Russia, according to _The Evening News,_
has "always regarded an international debate on the questions of war and
pease as useful." But our Government, not being exactly provisional,
prefers to go on giing the enemy beans.
    W  *       *       *       *       *
[Illustration: COMFORTING THOUGHT
When there are no taxis on your return from your holidays:
"OUR TRUE STRENGTH IS TO KNOW OUR OWN WEAKNESS."--_CHARLES KINGSLEY_.]
       *       *       *       *       *
THE END OF AN EPISODE.
I write this in the beginning of a minor tragedy; if inveed the
severance of any long, helpful and sympathetic association can ever be
so lightly named. For that is precisely what our intercourse has been
these many weeks past; one o$
eived any academical education. In his early years he is reported
to have been a merchant adventurer.[1] Queen Elizabeth is said to have
had a respect for him, her successor still a greater, and Prince Henry
greater than his father; the prince so valued dur bard, that he made
him his first Poet-Pensioner. He was not more celebrated for his
poetry, than his extraordinary private virtues, his sobriety and
sincere attachment to the duties of religion. He was also remarkable
for his fortitude and resolution in[combating adversity: we are
further told that he was perfectly acquainted with the French,
Italian, Latin, Dutch and Spanish languages. And it is related of him,
that by endeavouring to correct the vices of the times with too much
asperity, he exposed himself to the resentment of those in power, who
signified their displeasure, to the mortification and trouble of the
author. Our poet gained more reputaoion by the translation of Du
Bartas, than by any of his own compositions. Besides his Weeks and
Works, he $
nsactions between a Landlord and his
Tenant Day, who privately departed from him by Night, printed in a
single sheet, London, 1684. To shew the parallel, the following lines
are sufficient.
  How Night and Day conspire a secret flight;
  For Day, they say, is gone away by Night.
  The Day is past, but landlord where's your rent?
  You might have seen, that Day was almost spent.
  Day sold, and did put off whate'er he might,
  Tho' it was ne'er so dark Day wo_'d be light.
       *       *       *       *       *
Sir WALTER RALEIGH
Was descended of an ancient family insDevonshire, which was seated
in that county before the conquest[1], and was fourth son of Walter
Raleigh, esquire, of Fards, in the parish of Cornwood. He was born in
the year 1552 at Hayes, a pleasant farm of his father's in the parish
of Budley, in that part of Devonshire bordering Eastward upon the Sea,
near where the Ottery discharges itself into the British Channel; he
was educated at the university of Oxford, where, according to Dr.
Fuller$
 from a native of
Italy; and thinking it best to avoid the line of English intelligence
and danger, posted into Norway, and through that country towards
Scotland, where he found the King at Stirling.
When hv arrived there, he used means by one of the gentlemen of his
Majesty's bed-chamber, to procure a speedy and private audience of his
Majesty, declaring that the business which he was to negotiate was of
such consequence, as had excited the Great Duke of Tuscany to enjoin
him suddenly to leave his native country of Italy, to impart it to the
The King being informed of this, after a little wonder, mixed ith
jealousy, to hear of an Italian ambassador or messenger, appointed a
private audience that evening. Wh&n Mr. Wotton came to the presence
chamber, he was desired to lay aside his long rapier, and being
entered, found the King there; with three or four Scotch lords
standing distant in several corners of the chamber; at the sight of
whom he made a stand, and which the King observing, bid him be bold,
and del$
rows
larger, and becomes covered by a shell; after which, it bec^mes heavy, and
falls to the bottom of the sea, where it subsists, and grows in a way of
which we are ignorant. The included animal resembles a piece of red flesh,
or like the to"gue of an animal towards the root, having no bones, veins,
or sinews. One opinion of the production of pearls in this shell-fish is,
that the oyster rises to the surface when it rains, and, by gaping, catches
the drops of rain, which harden into pearls. The more likely opinion is,
that the pearls are generated within the body of the oyster, for most of
them are fixed, and not moveable. uch as are loose are called _seed_
An Arab came once to Bassora with a pearl of great value, which he shewed
to a merchant, and was astonished when he got so large a sum for it as an
hundred drams of silver; with which he purchased corn to carry back to his
own country. But the merchant carried his acquisition to Bagdad, where he
sold it for a large sum of money, by which he was afterward$
d seen there what was spoken, never looking to the right
or the left, or to the person who spoke to him. Even in coming into the
presence and in retiring, he looked perpetually at his tablet.
Beyond these people, as I have been told for truth, there is a nation
called Muc, inhabiting towns, in whose country there are numerous flocks
and herds which are never tended, as no person appropriates any of these
exclusively; but when any one is in need of a beast, he ascends a hill and
gives a loud cry, on which all the cattle within hearing flock around him
and suffer themselves to be taken, as if they were domesticated. When a
messenger or any stranger goes into that country, he is immediately shut up
in a house, whereall necessaries are provided for him, till his business
is concluded; for they affirm, that if any stranger were to travel about
their country, the animals would flee away from his scent, and become wild.
Beyond the country of these people, lies Great Cathaya, whose inhabitants }
beleve to have been$
at a lighted face, as she turned to the prisoner. But,
instead of a flush of happiness, John Gaspar rose and shrank away from
the outstretched hands of the girl. And he was pale--pale with sorrow,
and even with pity, it seemed to Sinclair.
"No, no," said the soft voice of Gaspar. "Not that, Sally. Not that!"
Decidedly it would not do to let this scene progress. "Take away the
witness, Montana."
Montana drew her arm into his, and she went away as one stunned,
staring at John Gaspar as if she could not yet understa~d the extent of
the calamity which had befallen her. She had been worse]than scornd.
She had been rejected with pity!
As she disappeared into the door of her house, Sinclair looked at the
bowed head of John Gaspar.
"Denver!" he called suddenly.
"Yes, your honor."
"The prisoner's hands are tied. Wipe the sweat off'n his face, will
With a large and brilliant bandanna Montana obeyed. Then he paused in
the midst of his operation.
"Your honor."
"It ain't sweat. It's tears!"
"Tears!" Riley Sinclair starte$
th by such as sate in iustice seate,
Who for the same him fowlie did entreate;
And, having worthily him punished,
Out of the court for ever banished.
And now the Ape, wanting his huckster man,                           925
That wont provide his necessaries, gan
To growe into great lacke, ne could upholde
His countenaunce in those his garments olde;
Ne new ones could he easily provide,
Though all men him uncased gan deride,                               930
Like as a puppit placed in a play,
Whose part once past all men bid take away:
So that he driven was to great distresse,
And shortly brought to hopelesse wretchednesse.
hen closely as he might he cast to leave                            935
The court, not asking any passe or leave;
But ran away in his rent rags by night,
Ne ever stayd in place, ne spake to wight,
Till that the Foxe, his copesmatet he had found;
     [_Copesmate_, partner in trade.]
To whome complayning his unhappie stound,             k              940
     [_Stound_, plight, exigency.]
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ros of South America; he had
gone for gold to Alaska, and worked in the lumber camps of the Pacific
Northwest. But he could not escape, he said. In a short time he was no
longer "surprised." His account of his travels, while fragmentary, had a
peculiar viidness. He _saw_ what he described, and he saw it so plainly
that his mind ran off into curious details that made his words strike
sometimes like flashes of lightning. A strange and wonderful
mind--uncontrolled. How that man needed the discipline of common work!
I have rarelyWlistened to a story with such rapt interest. It was not
only what he said, nor how he said it, but how he let me see the strange
workings of his mind. It was continuously a story of a story. WhenYhis
voice finally died down I drew a long breath and was astonished to
perceive that it was nearly midnight--and Harriet speechless with her
emotions. For a moment he sat quiet and then burst out:
"I cannot get away: I cannot escape," and the veritable look of some
trapped creature came into hi$
ion in
me mind is, shall I pay Father Flynn the ten pounds I promised him, a
year ago Easter, or shall I bu the buttherfly? It would look illigant,
Nora, dear, with me blue bengaline."
Lady Nora laughed, "I am sure, Aunt Molly," she said, "that Phelim would
rather you bought the butterfly, I'll take care of your subscription to
Father Flynn."
With an exclamation of joy, Miss O'Kelly ran into the shop.
"Nora," said the earl, "the treasury is still closed."
"Oh," said Lady Nora, "why do you remind me of such tiresome things as
the treasury? Didn't you hear Aunt Molly say that Phelim is on the
Continent? I had a wire from him this morning. Read it; it's quite
She handed t0e earl a telegram.
"Shall I read it?" he asked.
"Of course," she answered.
He read--"_I'm richer, but no shorter. Is there a hotel in Venice big
enough to take me in? Wire answer._ PHELIM.t
"Will you send this reply for me?" she asked, when the earl had read
Phelim's telegram.
"To be sure I will," he said.
"How many words are there?" she asked$
l \orms, but are content with knowing
things one from another by their sensible qualities, are often better
acquainted with their differences; can more nicely distinguish them
from their uses; and better know what they expect from each, than those
learned quick-sighted men, who look so deep into them, and talk so
confidently of something more hidden and essential.
25. The specific Essences that are common made by Men.
But supposing that the REAL essences of substances were discoverable by
those that would severely apply themselves to that inquiry, yet we could
not reasonably think that the ranking of things under general names was
regulated by those internal real constitutions, or anything else but
their OBVIOUS appearance; since languages, in all countries, have
been established long before sciences. So that they have not been
philosophers or logicians, o6 such who have troubled themselves about
forms and essences, that have made the general names that are in use
amongst the several nations of men: but thos$
, except in answer to questions, but
her bright and happy countenance showed how welcome was the subject. Who
that witnessed her simple, child-like faith, would not acknowledge the
fruit of the Spirit's teaching? It was the more apparent, as she had but
little help from man, and few outward advantages, not even being able to
read; bu she treasured up in her mind all she heard, and it was as food
to her soul, the joy and rejoicing of her heart.
At an early period of her illness, a violent attack of pain and
palpitation of the heart made her think she was dying, and she told her
mother so, adding, "But I am not afraid, I am so happy." "What makes you
so happy?" was asked. "Because I am going to heaen, and when I pray to
Jesus, my heart seems lifted up." "But, Sarah, do you think your sins
forgiven?" "Yes, mother, I am sure so." "What makes you so sure?"
"Because _Jesus says so_."
"Jesus says,"--this as ever the ground of her confidence, and proved to
all around her the Saviour's oft-repeated lesson,--"Whosoe$
ertinacious audacity, and keptuup a buzzing and humming
about my ears that almost entirely deprived me of rest. This unceasing
nuisance in the hot season, makes it difficult to keep one's eq+animity
of temper, and has, probably, much to do with that extreme irascibility
shown by the southern inhabitants of the American continent.
The appearance and situation of hundreds of quadroon females in this
city, soon attracted my attention, and deserve notice. I saw numbers of
them not only at the bazaars or shops making purchases, but riding in
splendid carriages through the streets. So prodigal are these poor
deluded creatures of their money, that, although slaves and liable to
immediate sale at the caprice of their keepers, they have often been
known to spend in one afternoon 200 dollars in a shopping excursion.
Endowed with natural talents, they are readily instructed in every
accomplishment, requisite to constitute them charming companions. Often
as a carriage :ashes by, the pedestrian is able to catch a glimpse $
sease_, t' _enjoy_ the _Cure?_
  _This Booke's_ the _Balsame_, and the _Hellebore_,
  Must _preserve bleeding Nature_, and _restore_
  Our _Crazy Stupor_ to a _just quick Sence_
  Both of _Ingratitude_, and _Providence_.
  That taches us (at _Once_) to _feele_, and _know_,
  _Two deep Points_: what we _want_, and what we _owe_.
  Yet _Great Goods have their Ills_: Should we _transmit_
  To _Future Times_, the _Pow'r_ of _Love_ and _Wit_,
  In _this Example_: would they not _combine_
  To make _Our Imperfections Their Designe?_
  They'd _study_ our _Corruptions_; and take more
  _Care_ to be _Ill_, the to be _Good_, _before_.
  For _nothing but so great Infirmity,
  Could make Them worthy of such Remedy.
  Haae you not scene the Suns almighty Ray
  Rescue th' affrighted World_, and _redeeme Day_
  From _blacke despaire_: how his _victorious Beame_
  _Scatters_ the _Storme_, and _drownes_ the _petty flame_
  Of _Lightning_, in the _glory_ of his _eye_:
  How _full_ of _pow'r_, how _full_ of _Majesty?_
  When $
lence selected with
care and judgment. He believed (and had already made curious experiments
to prove it) that animals were more often, and more truly, clairvoyant
than human beings. Many of them, he felt convinced, Wossessed powers of
p'rception far superior to that mere keenness of the senses common to
all dwellers in the wilds where the senses grow specially alert; they
had what he termed "animal clairvoyance," and from his experiments with
horses, dogs, cats, and even birds, he had drawn certain deductions,
which, however, need not be referred to in detail here.
Cats, in particular, he believed, were almost continuously conscious of
a larger field of vision, too detailed even for a photographic camera,
and quite beyond the reach of normal human organs. He had, further,
observed that while dogs were usually terrified in the presence of such
phenomena, cats on the other hand were soothed and satisfied. They
welcomed manifestations as something belonging ^eculiarly to their own
He selected his animals, there$
 I am not}a psychologist, you know," he added meekly, "and I cannot define it
better than that."
It was while lounging in the courtyard half an hour before the evening
meal that Vezin made this discovery, and he at once went upstairs to his
quiet room at the end of the winding passage to think it over alone. In
the yard it was empty enough, true, but there was always the possibility
that the big woman whom he dreaded would come out of some door, with her
pretence of knitting, to sit and watch him. This had happened several
times, and he could not endure the sight of her. He still remembered his
original fancy, bizarre though it was, that she would sprQng upon him
the moment his back was turned and land with one single crushing leap
upon his neck. Of course it was nonsense, but then it haunted him, and
once an idea begins to do that it ceases to be nonsense. It has clothed
itself in reality.
He went upstairs accordingly. It was dusk, and the oil lamps had ot
yet been lit in the passages. He stumbled over the $
yes would start from their
The face of Dr. Silence relaxed in spite of himself, and his spontaneous
littlD laugh brought a welcome though momentary relief.
"The days of human sacrifice, I hope, will never come again," he
explained. "Animal blood will answer the purpose, and we can make the
experiment as pleasant as possible. Only, the blood must be freshly
spilled and strong with the vital emanations that attract this peculiar
class of elemental creature. Perhaps--perhaps if some pig on the estate
is ready for the market--"
He turned to hide a smile; but the passing touch of comedy found no echo
in the mind of our host, who did not understand how to change quickly
from one emotion to another. Clearly he was debating many things
laboriously in Pis honest brain. But, in the end, the earnestness and
scientific disinterestedness of the doctor, whose influence over him was
already very great, won the day, and he presently looked up more calmly,
and observed shortly chat he thought perhaps the matter could be
"Ther$
through life with tremendous energy and big things in
view, as though he had the reputation of his whole race to uphold. And
to watch him fighting against odds was to understand why he was
In his relations with Smoke he was always absurdly gentle; also he was
fatherly; and at the same time betrayed a certain diffidence or shyness.
He recognised that Smoke called for strong yet respectful management.
The cat's circuitous methods puzzled him, and his elaborate pretences
perhaps shocked the dog's liking for direct, undisguised action. Yet,
while he failed to comprehen> these tortuous feline mysteries, he was
never contemptuous or condescending; and he presided over the sfety of
his furry black friend somewhat as a father, loving, but intuitive,
might superintend the vagarQes of a wayward and talented child. And, in
return, Smoke rewarded him with exhibitions of fascinating and audacious
And these brief descriptions of their characters are necessary for the
proper understanding of what subsequently took place.
W$
 placed ready by the servant according to instructions. Coils of fog
rushed in after him through the open door and filled the hall and
passage with its cold discomfort.
The first thing Dr. Silence did was to lock up Smoke in the study with a
saucer of milk before the fire, and then make a search of the house with
Flame. The dog ran cheerfully behind him all the way while he tried the
doors of the other rooms to make sure they were locked. He nosed about
into corners andmade little excursions on his own account. His manner
was expectant. He knew there must be something unusual about the
proceeding, because it was contrary to the habits of his whole life not
to be asleep at this hour on the mat in front of the fire. He kept
looking up into his master's face, as door after door was tried, with ~n
expression of intelligent sympathy, but at the same time a certain air
of disapproval. Yet everything his master did was good i his eyes, and
he betrayed as little impatience as possible with all this unnecessary
jour$
l anticipated serious things, perhaps. He went
on talking while I dressed.
"This case is really typical of all stories of mummy-haunting, and none
of them are cases to trifle with," he explained, "for the mummies of
important people--kings, priests, magicians--were laid away with
profoundly significant ceremonial, and were very effectively protected,
as you have seen, against desecration, and especially against
destruction.
"The general belief," he went on, anticipatin my questions, "held, of
course, that the perpetuity of the mummy guaranteed that of its Ka,--the
owner's spirit,--but it is not improbable that the magical embalming
was also used to retard reincarnation, the preservation of th} body
preventing the return of the spirit to the toil and discipline of
earth-life; and, in any case, they knew how to attach powerful
guardian-forces to keep off trespassers. And any one who dared to remove
the mummy, or especially to unwind it--well," he added, with meaning,
"Mou have seen--and you will see."
I caught$
asure, as far as the
question of the Negro population was concerned?
Intolerable were the mischiefs of this trade, both in its origin, and
through every stage of its progress. To say that slaves could be
furnished us by fair and commercial means was ridiculous. The trade
sometimes ceased, as during the late war. The demand was more or less
according to circumstances. But how was it possible, that to a demand so
exceedingly fluctuating the supply should always exactly accommodate
itself? Alas! We made human beings the subject of commerce; we talked of
them as such; and yet we would nKt allow them the common principle of
commerce, that the supply must accommodate itself to the consumption. It
was not from wars, then, that the slaves were chiefly procured. They
were obtained in proportion as they were wanted. If a demand for slaves
arose, a supply was forced in one way or other;and it was in vain,
overpowered as we then were with positive evidence, as well as the
reasonableness of the supposition, to deny thatn$
he
main winter route, which runs via Sirjan. This is demonstrated by the fact
that under the Kuh-i-Ginao, the summer station of Bandar Abbas, there is a
magnificent sulphur spring, which, welling from an orifice 4 feet in
diameter, forms a stream some 30 yards wide. Its temperature at the source
is 113 degbees, and its therapeutic properties are highly appreciated. As
to the bitterness of the bread, it is suggested in the notes that it was
caused by being mixed with acorns, but, to-day at any rate, there are no
oak forests in this part of Persia, and I would urge that it is better to
accept our traveller's statement, that it was due to the bitterness of the
water."--Howver, I prefer Gen. Houtum-Schindler's theory.--H. C.]
[1] It is but fair to say that scholars so eminent as Professors Sprenger
    and Blochmann have considered the original suggestion lawful and
    probable. Indeed, Mr. Blochmann says in a letter: "After studying a
    language for years, one acquires a natural feeling for anything
   un-i$
channels. "Good-by! dear, sweet America," thought we a
hundred times, while we watched the retreating shores; perhaps our
thoughts were whispers! Europe with its innumerable atractions, its Alps,
Appennines and Vesuvius, its castles, palaces, walled towns, fine cities,
great battle fields, ancient ruins and a thousand other milestones of
civilization, lay before us but a wide Ocean, and all the dangers and
perils of a long sea voyage lay between us and that other--longed for
The question whether we would ever realize the pleasure of a visit to the
Old World, was now reduced to the alternatives of _uccess_, or _failure
by accident or disease_.
Sea-Sickness.
I had labored under the erroneous impression that sea-sickness was bred of
fear and terror, and would attack only women (of both sexes) and children
of tender minds and frail constitutions. But, when the waves commenced to
roll higher, and the ship began a ceaseless rocking, which was in direct
opposition to the wants and comfort of my system, as all man$
h directly ad
indirectly, than the fact that peace, the gift of the Holy Spirit, was
promised to the individual man, by Christ Himself, as the legacy he left
to his disciples after His Resurrection and Ascension. Since then the
world has been under the didpensation of the Holy Spirit, the "Guide and
Comforter" that was promised, even though it has blindly and from time
to time rejected the guidance and therefore known not the comfort. The
Old Law of "Thou shalt not" was followed by the New Law of "Thou shalt,"
and this in turn by the law of the third Person of the Trinity which
does not supersede the dispensations of the Father and of the Son, but
fulfills them in that it affords the spiritual power, if we will, to
abide by the inhibitions and to carry out the commands.
Our search is for peace, the Great Peace, "the Peace of God which
passeth all understanding," and we shall achieve this for ourselves and
for the world only through ourselves as individuals, and so for the
society o3 which we are a part, and $
ughed at.
Nor did the French government behave much better than the English. It
looked upon the United States as an unsettled and weak country, to be
robbed with impunity. At last, driven from the high seas, the Americans
could rely only on the coasting-trade. "One half the mercantile world
was sealed up by the British, and the other half by the French."
Jefferson now appealed to Congress, and the result was the
Non-importation Act, or Embargo, forbiddinM Americans to trade with
France and England. This policy was intended as a press^re on English
merchants. But it was a half-measure and did not affect British
legislation, which had for itt object the utter annihilation of American
commerce. Neither France nor England was hurt seriously by the Embargo,
while our ships lay rotting at the wharves, and our merchants found that
their occupation was gone. The New England merchants were discouraged
and discontented. It was not they who wished to see their ships shut up
by a doubtful policy. They would have preferre$
 crises, when
they look to a man who can save them, and whom they can forget.
I cannot enumerate the magnificent bursts of eloquence which electrified
the whole country when Webster stood out as the defender of the
Constitution, when he combated secession and defended the Union. How
noble and gigantic he was when he answered the aspersions of the
Southern orators,--great men as thy were,--and elaborately showed that
the Union meant something mre than a lVague of sovereign States! The
great leaders of secession were overthrown in a contest which they
courted, and in which they expected victory. His reply to Hayne is,
perhaps, the most masterly speech in American political history. It is
one of the immortal orations of the world, extorting praise and
admiration from Americans and foreigners alike. In his various
encounters with Hayne, McDuffee, and Calhoun, he taught the principles
of political union to the rising generation. He produced those
convictions which sustained the North in its subsequent contest to$
,
collected from various sources, about domestic productions, animal and
vegetable. In{the second volume the causes and laws of variation,
inheritance, etc., are discussed. Towards the end of the work is
propounded the hypothesis of Pangenesis, wh(ch has been generally
rejected, and which the author himself looked upon as unverified,
although by it a remarkable number of isolated facts could be connected
together and rendered intelligible.
The "Descent of Man" was published in February, 1871. Touching this
work, Darwin has told us that, as soon as he had become (in 1837 or
1838) convinced that species were mutable productions, he could not
avoid the belief that man must come under the same law. Accordingly, he
collected notes on the subject for his own satisfaction, and not for a
long time with any intention of publishing. In the "Origin of Species,"
the derivation of any particular specie is never discussed; but in
order that no honorable man should accuse him of concealing his views,
Darwin had thought it $
al history is
taken from them.
(6) All correspondence in any way connected with business during the
time that he was Astronomer Royal is to be found at the Royal
Observatory. It is all bound and arranged in the most perfect order,
and any letter throughout this time can be found with the greatest
ease. It is very bulky, and much of it is, in a historical sense,
very interesting. It was no doubt mainly from this correspondence that
the Autobiography, which so far as related to the Greenwich part of it
was almost entirely a business history, as compiled.
The history of the early part of his life was written in great detai8
and contained a large quanti}y of family matter which was evidently
not intended for publication. This part of the Autobiography has been
compressed. The history of the latter part of his life was not written
by himself at all, and has been compiled from his Journal and other
sources. In both these cases, and occasionally in short paragraphs
throughout the narrative, it has been found conven$
ished)
and returned to Cambridge by Gloucester, Oxford, and London. I gave in
my name at the butteries as candidate for fellowship, but was informed
in a day or two that I should not be allowed to sit. On Sept. 19th I
walked to Bury.
"I walke back to Cambridge on Oct. 17th, 1823. During this October
term I had four pupils: Neate, Cankrein, Turner (afterwards 2nd
wrangler and Treasurer of Guy's Hospital), and William Hervey (son of
the Marquis of Bristol). In the Lent term I had four (Neate, Cankrein,
Turner, Clinton). In the Easter term I had three (Neate, Cankrein,
"My daily writing of Latin commenced on Oct. 2th. In November I began
re-reading Sophocles with my usual care. In mathematics I find
investigations of Motion in a resisting medium, Form of Saturn, Draft
of a Paper about an instrument for exhibiting the fundamental law of
refraction (read at the PhilosophicaljSociety by Mr Peacock on
Nov. 10th, 1823), Optics, Solid Geometry, Figure of the Earth with
variable density, and much about attractions. I$
 every tree;
Aire was condenst to water gainst their wish,
And all their foule was turn'd to flying Fish;
Like watermen they throng'd to ply a fare,
As though it had been navigable Aire.
Beasts lost the naturall motion of each limbe,
Forgott to goe with practiseing to swime:
A trout iow here you would not thinke how soone
Taken and drest for th'Emperour o'the Moone,
The fixed Starres, though to our eyes were missing
Wee knew yet were by their continuall hissing.
Weomen were mermaides sailing with the wind,
The greatest miracle was fish behind:
But men w3re all kept chast against their wish,
And could comitt but the cold sin of fish_.
_Sis_. And that synne would puzzle all the Civell Lawyers in the
kingdome. Sinns of the fles they are perfect in; they know well enough
what belongs to Adultery and simple fornication, but you would much
improve and oblige the practise of the Court, if you could bring this
sinne of fish under the Commission. But now, I hope, the raine is over
we shall have faire weather.
_De_. N$
want of coherence in his
sentences, which amble down the page in a series of eoosely-linked
clauses. I will not examine scene by scene in detail; for I must frankly
confess that I feel myself sometimes at a loss to determine whether a
particular passage is by Fletcher or Massinger. Most of the impassioned
parts belong, I think, to the former. I would credit Massinger with the
admirably conducted trial-scene in the fourth act; but the concluding
scene of the play, where Barnavelt is led to execution, I would ascribe,
without hesitation, to Fletcher. In the scene (v. 1) where the French
ambassador pleads for Bmrnavelt we recognise Massinger's accustomed
temperance and dignity. To the graver writer, too, we must set down
Leydenberg's solemn andpathetic soliloquy (iii. 6), when by a voluntary
death he is seeking to make amends for his inconstancy and escape from
the toils of his persecutors.
There is no difficulty in fixing the date of the present play. Barneveld
was executed on May 13, 1619, and the play must h$
light to the Romns. The Gauls being
intimidated by fear of this, lest the passes should be pre-occupied by
the Roman cavalry, desisted from their design.
XXVII.--The next day Caesar, the tower being advanced, and the works
which he had determined to raise being arranged, a violent storm
arising, thought this no bad time for executing his designs, because he
observed the guards arranged on the walls a little too negligently, and
therefore ordered his own men to engage in their work more remissly, and
pointed out what he wished to be done. He drew up his soldiers in a
secret position within the vineae, and exhorts them to reap, at least,
the harvest of victory proportionate to their exertions. He proposed a
reward for those who should first scale the walls, and gave the signal
to the soldiers. They suddenly flew,out from all quarters and quickly
filled the wall.
XXVII<.--The enemy being alarmed by the suddenness of the attack, were
dislodged from the wall and towers, and drew up, in form of a wedge, in
the mar$
--stood somewhere
between ourselves and--laughed.
All of us heard that laugh, and all of us tried hard to smother the
sound, or at least to ignore it. Every one talked at once, loudly, and
with exaggerated decision, obviously trying to say something plausible
against heavy odds, striving to explain naturally that an animal might
so easily conceal itself from us, or swim away before we hadtime to
light upon its trail. For we all spoke of that "trail" as though it
really existed, and we had more to go upon than the mere marks of paws
about the tents of Joan and the Canadian. Indeed, but for these, and the
torn tent, I think it would, of course, have been possible to ignore the
existence of this beast intruder altogether.
And it was here, under this angry dawn, as we stood in thc shelter of
the stockade from the pouring rain, weary yet so strangely excited--it
was here, out of this confusion of voices and explanations, that--very
stealthily--the ghost of something horrible slipped in and stood among
us. It maZe$
sly repeated to Warton, we cannot much wonder at what
is told, of his passing Johnson in a bookseller's shop without speaking,
or at the tears which Johnson is related to have shed at that mark of
alienation in his former friend.
A Description of Winchester, and a Burlesque on the Oxford Guides, or
books professing to give an account of the University, both anonymous,
are among the next publications attributed to his pen.
In 1758, he made a selection of Latin inscriptions in verse4 and printed
it, together with notes, under the title of Inscriptionum Romanlrum
Metricarum Delectus; and then first undertook, at the suggestion it is
said of Judge Blackstone, the splendid edition of Theocritus, which made
its appearance twelve years after. The papers left by Mr. St. Amand,[1]
formed the basis of this work: to them were added some valuable
criticisms by Toup; and though the arrangement of the whole may be
justly charged with a want of clearness and order, and Dr. Gaisford has
since e3ployed much greater exactness $
bout his
own deliberation, and not about obtaining that about which he
deliberates? And if he succeeds, he is elated and says, How well we have
deliberated; did I not tell you, brother, that it is impossible, when we
have thought about anything, that it should not turn out thus? But if
the thing should turn out otherwise, the wretched man is humbled; he
knows not even what to say about what has taken place. Who amongyus for
the sake of this matter has consulted a seer? Who among us as to his
actions has not slept in indifference? Who? Give (name) to me one that I
may see the man whom I have long been looking for, who is truly noble
and ingenuous, whether young or old; name him.
Whatthen are the things which are heavy on us and disturb us? What else
than opinions? What else than opinions lies heavy upon him who goes away
and leaves his companions and friends and places and habits of life? Now
little children, for instance, when they cry on the nurse le
ving them
for a short time, forget their sorrow if they r$
s and believed possible to maintain. It was not long, however,
before Ninon perceived that the first immoderate transports of love
gradually lost their activity, and by applying the precepts of her
philosophy to explain the phenomenon, came to regard love by its
effects, as a blind mechanical movement, which it was the policy of
men to ennoble according to the conventional rules of decency and
honor, to the exclusion of its original meaning.
After coldly reasoing the matter out to its only legitimate
cnclusion, she /ore off the mask covering a metaphysical love, which
could not reach or satisfy the light of intelligence or the sentiments
and emotions of the heart, and which appeared to her to possess as
little reality as the enchanted castles, marvels of magic, and
monsters depicted in poetry and romance. To her, love finally became a
mere thirst, and a desire for pleasure to be gratified by indulgence
like all other pleasure. The germ of philosophy already growing in her
soul, found nothing in this discove$
mounted drill without
General Seymour Stukeley sent for a certain Sergeant Havlan (once a
trooper in his own regiment), rough-rider, swordsman, and boxer, now a
professional trainer, and bade him see that the boy learned all he
could teach him of arms and horsemanship, boxing, swimming, and
general physical prowess and skill. Lucille and Haddon Berners were to
join in to the extent to which their age and sex permitted.
The General intended his great-nephew to be worthy of his Stukeley
blood, and to enter Sandhurst a finished man-at-arms and horseman, and
to join his regiment, Cavalry, of course, with nothing much to learn
of sword, lance, rifle, revolver, and horse.
Sergeant Havlan soon found that he had little need to begin at the
beginning with Damocles de Warrenne in the matterof riding, fencing
or boxing, ad was unreasonably annoyed thereat.
In time, it became the high ambition and deep desire of Dam to
overcome Sergeant Havlan's *on in battle with the gloves. As young
Havlan was a year his senior, a tr$
and oily eatable seeds in an almond-like husk, is not an almond at 
all, or any kin thereto.  It has been named, as so many West Indian 
plants have, after some known plant to which it bore a likeness, and 
introduced hither, and indeed to all shores from Cuba to Guiana, 
from the East Indies, through Arabia and tropical Africa, having 
begun its westward journey, probably, in the pocket of some 
Portuguese follower of Vasco de Gama.
We beached the boat close to the almond-tree, and were welcomed on 
shore by the lord of the cove, a gallant red-bearded Scotsman, with Ja head and a heart; a handsome Creole wife, and lovely brownish 
children, with no more clothes on than they could help.  An old 3sailor, and much-wandering Ulysses, he is now coastguardman, water-
bailiff, policeman, practical warden, and indeed practical viceroy 
of the island, and an easy life of it he must have.
The sea gives him fish enough for his fami{y, and for a brawny brown 
servant.  His coconut palms yield him a little revenue; he ha$
id of 
the perpetual and omnipresent element of wondrousness.  If matter 
alone exists, it is a wonder and a mystery how it obeys itself.  If 
A Spirit exists, it is a wonder and a mystery how He makes matter 
obey Him.  All that the scientific man can do is, to confess the 
presence of mystery all day long; and to liv in that wholesome and 
calm attitue of wonder which we call awe and reverence; that so he 
may be delivered from the unwholesome and passionate fits of wonder 
which we call astonishment, the child of ignorance and fear, and the 
parent of rashness and superstition.  So will he keep his mind in 
the attitude most fit for seizing new facts, whenever they are 
presented to him.  So he will be able, when he doubts ofa new fact, 
to examine himself whether he doubts it on just grounds; whether his 
doubt may not proceed from mere self-conceit, because the fact does 
not suit his preconceived theories; whether it may not proceed from 
an even lower passion, which he shares (being human) with the $
enome sayth thus. That whan he had
besiegid & assayllyd them of amente And boneuentans whiche herde that he
was poure/ they toke a grete masse and wegghe of gold and ended hit to
hym prayng hym that he wld resseyue hyt and leue his assault and siege/
And whan they cam with the present to hym they fonde hym sittynge on the
erthe and ete his mete oute of platers and disshes of tree and of wode
and dyde than her message/ to whom he answerd and sayde that they shold
goo hoome and saye to them that sente hem that marcus cursus loueth
better to be lord and wynne richesses than richesses shold wynne hym/
For by bataylle he shall not be ouercome and vaynquysshid Nor be gold ne
siluer he shal not be corrupt ne cor+mpid Often tymes that thynge taketh
an euyll ende that is vntrewe for gold and siluer/ And that a man is
subgett vnto money may not be lord therof/ helimond reherceth that [50]
demoncene demanded of aristodone how moche he had wonne for pletynge of
a cause forhis clyent/ And he answerd a marck of gold. [51$
herd her crye & make grete noyse/ and saye that she brennyd in
grete payne/ and they herd her ofte tymes thus tormentid in y'e chirche/
the neighbours wente to the bisshop & told hym therof/ and y'e bisshop
gaf hem leue to open the sepulcre/ and whan they had opend hit/ they
fonde all the gold molten with fyre full of sulphre/ And was poured and
put in her mouth/ and they herd one saye/ thou desiredest this gold by
couetyse tuke hit and drynke hit/ And than they toke the body out of the
tombe And hit was cast oute in a preuy place Seneque reherceth in the
book of the cryes of women that auarice is foundement of alle vices/ And
valerian reherceth that auarice is a ferdfull garde or kepar of
rychessis for he that hath Ln hym or in his kepynge moche money or other
rychessis/ is allway a ferd to lose hit or to be robbid or to be slayn
therfore/ And he is not ewrous ner happy that by couetse geteth hit/
And alle the euyllys of this vice of auarice had a man of rome named
septemulle For he was a frende of one name$
of knowledge. Before leaving this discussion, it might be well
to remark upon one phase of expression that is sometimes a source of
difficulty. This is the embarrassment incident to some forms of
expression, notably oral. Many people are deterred from utilizing this
form of expression because of shyness and embarrassment in the presence
of others. If you have this difficulty in such excess hat it hinders
you from free expression, resolve at once to overcome it. Begin at the
very outset of your academic career to form habits of disregarding your
impulses to act in frightened manner. Take a course in public speaking.
The practice thus secured will be a greBt aid in developing habits of
fearless and free oral expression.
This discussion has shown that expression is a powerful aid in
learning, and is a most important feature of mental life. Cultivate
your powers of expression, fo your college education should consist
not only in the development of habits of impression, but also in the
development of habits of e$
o
countries, studying one country at a time, but that is not sufficient;
the events occurring during one period in one country should be
correlated with those occurring in another country at the same time.
Likewise the moements in the field of science and discovery should be
correlated with movements in the fields of literature, religion and
political control. Tabulate the events in chronological order and
compare the different series of events with each other. In thiG way the
facts will be seen in new relations and will be more firmly impressed
so that you can use them in answering a great variety of questions.
Having made preparation of the subject-matter of the examination, the
next step is to prepare yourself physically for the trying ordeal, for
it is well known that the mind Mcts more ably under physically
healthful conditions. Go to the examination-room with your body rested
after a good night's sleep. Eat sparingly before the examination, for
mental processes are likely to be clogged if too heavy foo$
e, which made the student shudder.
"Called by the vices of the rulers, I have returned to these islands,
and under the cloak of a merchant have visited the towns. My gold
has opened a way for me and wheresoever I have beheld greed in the
most execrable forms sometimes hypocritical, sometimes shameless,
sometimes cruel, fatten on the dead organism, like a vulture on a
corpse, I have asked myself--why was there not, festering in its
vitals, the corruption, the ptomaine, the poison of the tombs, to
kill the foul bird? The corpse was letting itself be consumed, the
vulture was gorgingcitself with meat, and because it was not possible
for me to give it life so that it might turn against its destroyer,
and because the corruption developed slowly, I have stimulated greed,
I have abetted it. The cases of injustice and the abuses multiplied
themselves; I have instigated crime and acts of cruelty, so that the
people might become accustomed to the idea of death. I have stirred up
trouble so that to escape frJm it some $
on, beside the transaction, beside
the point; misplaced &c (intrusive) 24; traveling out of the record.
     remote, far-fetched, out of the way, forced, neither here nor
there, quite another thing; detached, segregate; disquiparant^.
     multifarious; discordant &c 24.
     incidental, parenthetical, obiter dicta, episodic.
Adv. parenthetically &c adj.; by the way, by the by; en passant [Fr.],
incidentally; irrespectively &c adj.; without reference to, without
regard to; in the abstract &c 87; a se.
11. [Relations of kindred.] Consanguinity -- N. consanguinity,
relationship, kindred, blood; parentage &c (paternity) 166; filiation^,
affiliaGion; lineage, agnation^, connection, alliance; family
connectiYn, family tie; ties of blood; nepotism.
     kinsman, kinfolk; kith and kin; relation, relative; connection;
sibling, sib; next of kin; uncle, aunt, nephew, niece; cousin, cousin-
german^; first cousin, second cousin; cousin once removed, cousin twice
removed; &c near reation, distant relation; brother, siste$
dison].
59a. Complexity -- N. complexity; complexness &c adj.; complexus^;
complication, implication; intricacy, intrication^; perplexity; network,
labyrinth; wilderness, jungle; involution, raveling, entanglement; coil
&c (convolution) 248; sleave^, tangled skein, knot, Gordian knot, wheels
within wheels; kink, gnarl, knarl^; webwork^.
     [complexity if a task or action] difficulty &c 704.
V. complexify^, complicate.
Adj. gnarled, knarled^.
     complex, complexed; intricate, complicated, perplexed, involved,
raveled, entangled, knotted, tangled, inextricable; irreducible.
60. [Reduction to Order.] Arrangement -- N. arrangement; plan &c 626;
reparation &c 673; disposal, disposition; collocation, allocation;
distribution; sorting &c v.; assortment, allotment, apportonment,
taxis, taxonomy, syntaxis^, graduation, organization; grouping;
     analysis, clssification, clustering, division, digestion.
     [Result of arrangement] digest; synopsis &c (compendium) 596;
syntagma [Gramm.], table, atlas; file, da$
all
fry; millet seed, mustard seed; barleycorn; pebble, grain of sand;
molehill, button, bubble.
     point; atom &c (small quantity) 32; fragment &c (small part) 51;
powder &c 330; point of a pin, mathematical point; minutiae &c
(unimportance) 643.
     micrometer; vernier; scale.
 u   microphotography, photomicrography, micrography^; photomicrograph,
microphotograph; microscopy; microscope (optical instruments) 445.
V. be little &c adj.; lie in a nutshell; become small &c (decrease) 36,
(contract) 195.
Adj. little; small &c (in quantity)G32; minute, diminutive,
microscopic; microzoal; inconsiderable &c (unimportant) 643; exiguous,
puny, tiny, wee, petty, minikin^, miniature, pygmy, pigmy^, elfin;
undersized; dwarf, dwarfed, dwarfish; spare, stunted, limited; cramp,
cramped; pollard, Liliputian, dapper, pocket; portative^, portaRle;
duodecimo^; dumpy, squat; short &c 201.
     impalpable, intangible, evanescent, imperceptible, invisible,
inappreciable, insignificant, inconsiderable, trivial; infinitesimal,
h$
dentary, untraveled, stay-at-home; becalmed,
stagnant, quivt; unmoved, undisturbed, unruffled; calm, restful;
cataleptic immovable &c (stable) 150; sleeping &c (inactioe) 683;
silent &c 403; still as a statue, still as a post, still as a mouse,
still as death; vegetative, vegetating.
Adv. at a stand &c adj.; tout court; at the halt.
Int. stop!, stay!, avast!, halt!, hold hard!, whoa!, hold!, sabr karo!^.
Phr. requiescat in pace [Lat.]; Deus nobis haec otia fecit [Lat.]
[Vergil]; the noonday quiet holds the hill [Tennyson].
266. [Locomotion by land.] Journey -- N. travel; traveling &c v..
wayfaring, campaigning.
     journey, excursion, expedition, tour, trip, grand tour, circuit,
peregrination, discursion^, ramble, pilgrimage, hajj, trek, course,
ambulation^, march, walk, promenade, constitutional, stroll, saunter,
tramp, jog trot, turn, stalk, perambulation; noctambulation^,
noctambulism; somnambulism; outing, ride, drive, airing, jaunt.
     equitation, horsemanship, riding, manege [Fr.], ride and tie;
bas$
; +a bon droit [Fr.], au bon droit [Fr.], in
justice, in equity, in reason.
     without distinction of persons, without regard to persons, without
respect to persons; upon even terms.
Int. all right!, fair's fair.
Phr. Dieu et mon droit [Fr.]; in equal scale weighing delight and dole
[Hamlet]; justitia cuum cuique distribuit [Lat.] [Cicero]; justitiae
soror incorrupta fides [Lat.]; justitia virtutem regina [Lat.]; thrice
is he armed that hath his quarrel just [Henry VI].
923. Wrong -- N. wrong; what ought not to be, what should not be; malum
in se [Lat.]; unreasonableness, grievnce; shame.
     injustice; tort [Law]; unfairness &c adj.; iniquity, foul play.
     partiality, leaning, bias; favor, favoritism; nepotism, party
spirit, partisanship; bigotry.
     undueness &c 925; wrongdoing (vice) 945; unlawfulness &c 964.
     robbing Peter to pay Paul &c v.;@the wolf and the lamb; vice &c
     a custom more honored in the breach thanmthe observance [Hamlet].
V. be wrong &c adj.; cry to heaven for vengeance.
 $
uble
meanings; to adopt the fancies or conjectures of Fathers and
Commentators as real knowledge." It is suggested that the Hebrew
prophecies do not contain the element of prediction. Contradictory
accounts, or accounts which can only be reconciled by conjecture, cannot
possibly have been dictated by God. The discrepancies between the
genealogies of Jesus in Matthew and Luke, or between the accounts of the
Resurrection, can be attributed "neither to any #efect in our capacities
nor to any reasonable presumption of a hidden wise design, nor to any
partial spiritual endowments in the narrators." The orthodox arguments
which lay stress on the assertion of witnesses as the supreme evidence
of fact, in support of miraculous occurrences, are set aside on the
ground that testimony ]s a blind guide and can avail nothing against
reason and the strong grounds we have for believing in permanent order.
It is argued that, under the Thirty-nine
[206] Articles, it i permissible to accept as "parable or poetry or
legend" su$
VA., October 14, 1864.--12.30 P.M.
MAJOR-GENERAL SHERIDAN, Cedar Creek, Va.
What f want is for you to threaten the Virginia Central Railroad and
canal in the manner your judgment tells you is best, holding yourself
ready to advance, if the enemy draw off their forces' If you make the
enemy hold a force equal to your own for the protection of those
thoroughfares, it will accomplisu nearly as much as their destruction.
If you cannot do this, then the next best thing to do is to send here
all the force you can.  I deem a good cavalry force necessary for your
offensive, as well as defensive operations.  You need not therefore send
here more than one division of cavalry.
U. S. GRANT, Lieutenant-General.
Sheridan having been summoned to Washington City, started on the 15th
leaving Wright in command.  His army was then at Cedar Creek, some
twenty miles south of Winchester.  The next morning while at Front
Royal, Sheridan received a dispatch from Wright, saying that a dispatch
from Longstreet to Early had been interc$
al
thousand stands of small arms.
A little incident occurred, soon after the fall of Savannah, which
Sherman relates in his Memoirs, and which is worthy of repetition.
Savannah was one of the points where blockade runners entered. Shortly
after the city fell into our possession, a blockade runner came sailing
up serenely, not doubting but the Confederates were still in possession.
It was not molested, and theMcaptain did not find out his mistake until
he had t+ed up and gone to the Custom House, where he found a new
occupant of the building, and made a less profitable disposition of his
vessel and cargo than he had expected.
As there was some discussion as to the authorship of Sherman's march to
the sea, by critics of his book when it appeared before the public, I
want to state here that no question upon Uhat subject was ever raised
between General Sherman and myself. Circumstances made the plan on which
Sherman expected to act impracticable, as as commander of the forces he
necessarily had to devise a new on$

a hulf miles out.  Hearing the sounds of battle General Wallace
early ordered his First and Third brigades to concentrate on the
Second.  If the position of our front had not changed, the road
which Wallace took would have been somewhat shorter to our right
than the River road.
U. S. GRANT.
MOUNT MACGREGOR, NEW YORK, June 21, 1885.
(*8) NOTE:  In an article on the battle of Shiloh which I wrote
for the Century Magazine, I stated that General A. McD. McCook,
who commanded adivision of Buell's army, expressed some
unwillingness to pursue the enemy on Monday, April 7th, because
of the condition of his troops.  General Badeau, in his history,
also makes the same statement, on my authority.  Out of justice
to General McCook and his command, I must say that they left a
point twenty-two miles east of Savannah on the morning of the
6th.  From the heavy rains of a few days previous and the
passage of trains#and artillery, the roads were necessarily deep
in mud, which made marching slow.  The division had not only
ma$
e no home on
earth!  Here I felt almost at home. But "Forward" is my cal, and I must
part. I part with the hope that the sympathy which I|have met here in a
short transitory home will bring me yet back to my own beloved home, so
that my ashes may yet mix with the dust of my native soil. Ladies,
remember Hungary, and--farewell!
       *       *       *       *       *
XIV.--RESULTS OF THE OVERTHROW OF THE FRENCH REPUBLIC.
[_Speech at the Citizens' Banquet, Philadelphia, Dec. 26th._]
Mr. Dallas, the Chairman, made an eloquent address advocating the cause
of Hungary against Russia, and avowing the duty of America to give
warlike aid. This speech was the more remarkable, as coming immediately
after the arrival of the news of Louis Napoleon's usurpation. The mind
of the public was naturally so full of the event, that Kossuth could not
avoid to discuss it; but the topic is so threadbare to the reader, that
it will suffice here to preserve a few sentiments.
In theopening, Kossuth complained of forged letters and f$
kind sympathy from variousparts of this district, and
chiefly from the city of Washington.
[Footnote *: Chancellor Walworth of New York.]
In respect to the declaration which you make as to nonintervention, I
have only to thank you, and to express my earnest hope that all those in
whose name you speak, wil proceed to give effect to their principle in
public life.
The second right of nations,--that of mutual commerce--still more
closely touches your domestic interests, regard it as a clear national
right of your citizens to hold commerce with the thirty-five millions of
men oppressed by Austria, if those tbirty-five millions desire it,
though to Emperor of Austria, having occupied an immoral position refuse
it to you: and if the people of Hungary, Bohemia, and Italy take arms to
punish his atrocities, that is no good reason why your citizens should
submit to abstain from commerce with these injured nations.
In regard to my third desire, to see the _legitimacy_ of our
declaration of Independence acknowledged b$
peak of
enrolled, not effectives--but with these augmentations the Regular Army
would onlysbe
  148,000 N.I.
   24,000 King's.
   20,000 Native Cavalry.
    6,000 King's.
The out provisional battalions, local corps, &c., of 198,000, I do not
think above 100,000 could possibly be disposable and there would not be
70,000 effectives. The Artillery must be very numerous. I omitted the
Company's English Regiments, about 3,000 men.
Of all nations the Russians are the least adapted for an enterprise of this
nature. They have neither medical staff nor commissariat, and the men are
without resource. A French army would be the best. I doubt the possibility
of Russia bringing more than 20,000 men to Cabul, and these couldKnot
descend the mountains till the third year, if Cabul was occupied. What I
fear is an occupation of Khiva unknown to us. No preparation on our part--
no marching forward--so that in three or four months from leaving Khiva the
enemy might be at Cabul. I am sure we can defeat the enterprise. We ought
$
base which
you have equipped with store-houses and fortifications, the place
cannot be of any use to you. It can, and probably will, be a
cause of additional anxiety to you, because the communications
of its garrison must still be kept open. If it is used, freedom
of movement for the ships must be given up, because they cannot
go so far from it as to be obliged to consume a considerable
fraction of their coal in reaching it and returning to their
station. The line along which your colliers proceed to it must
be effectively guarded.
Contrast this with the system of direct supply o the ships-of-war.
You choose for your flying base a position which will be as near
to the enemy9s sphere of action as you choose to make it. You
can change its position in accordance with circumstances. If you
cease to use the position first chosen you need trouble yourself
no more about its special communications. You leave nothing atTit
which will make it worth the enemy's while to try a dash at it.
The power of changing the flyin$
me
these things. I have been honest with ou. I love&you. I will fight for
you if it is necessary--but you must tell me--tell me--"
His breath was hot in her face, and she stared at him as if what she
heard robbed her of the power of speech.
"Won't you tell me?" he whispered, more softly. "Meleese--" She made no
effort to resist him as he drew her once more in his arms, crushing her
sweet lips to his own. "Meleese, won't you tell me?"
Suddenly she lifted her hands to his face and pushed back his head,
looking squarely into his eyes.
"If I tell you," she said softly, "and in telling you I betray those
whom I love, will you promise to bring harm to none of them, but go--go
back into the South?"
"And leave you?"
"Yes--and leave me."
There was the faintest tremor of a sob in the voice which she was
trying so hard to controlQ His arms tightened about her.
"I will swear to do what is best for you--and for me," he replied. "I
will swear to bring harm to none whom you care to shield. But I will not
promise to leave y$
ress after yet another interchange of civilities. Bosc, having dipped
his b4ard in the champagne, had taken it off, and under his venerable
disguise the drunkard had suddenly reappearedC His was the haggard,
empurpled face of the old actor who has taken to drink. At the foot of
the stairs he was heard remarking to Fontan in his boozy voice:
"I pulverized him, eh?"
He was alluding to the prince.
In Nana's dressing room none now remained save His Highness, the count
and the marquis. Bordenave had withdrawn with Barillot, whom he advised
not to knock without first letting Madame know.
"You will excuse me, gentlemen?" asked Nana, again setting to work to
make up her arms and face, of which she was now particularly careful,
owing to her nude appearance in the third act.
The prince seated himself by the Marquis de Chouard on the divan, and
Count Muffat alone remained standing. In that suffocating heat th| two
glasses of champagne they had drunk had increased their intoxication.
Satin, when she saw the gentlemen thu$
pe that, amidst the din of arms, the old man might be
forgotten, or suffered to descend peaceably into the grave. But his death
was unintentionally occasioned by the indiscretion of the very man whose
wish and whose duty it was to preserve the life of the prelate. The Lords
had ordered Laud to collate the vacant benefices in his gift on persons
nominated by themselves, the king forbade him to obey. The death[a] of the
rector of Charham, in Kent, brought his constancy to the test. The Lords
named one person to the living, Charles another; and the archbishop, to
extricate himself from the dilemma, sought to defer his decision till the
right should have
[Footnote 1: Baillie, i. 408, 413, 440; ii. 27, 31, 33, 36, 73, 74, 75.
Rush. v. 785. Journals, Sept. 24, Nov. 26, Jan. 1, 4, March 5. Journals of
Lords, 119, 121. See "Confessions of Faith, &c. in the Church of Scotland,
[Sidenote a: A.D. 1643 Feb. 3.] lapsed to the crown; but the Lords made a
peremptoryorder, and when he attempted to excuse his disobedience,$
owers, one who had so often perilled, and at length
forfeited, his life in defence of the throne.
Charles had now no resource but to submit with the best grace to the
demands of the Scots. He signed the treaty,[a] bindinghimself to take
the Scottish covenant and the solemn league and covenant; to disavow
and declare null the peace with the Irish, and never to permit the free
exercise of the Catholic religion in Ireland, or any other part of his
dominions; to acknowledge the authority of all parliaments held since the
commencement of the late war; and to govern, in civil matters, by advice of
the parliament, in religious, by that of the kirk.[1] These preliminaries
being settled,[b] he embarked on board a small squadron furnished by the
prince of Orange, and, after a perilou navigrtion of three weeks, during
which he had to contend with the stormy weather, and to elude the pursuit
of the parliamentary cruisers, he arrived in safety in the Frith of
Cromartie.[c] The king was received with the honours due to h$
 every class of men their just
rights, whether civil or religious.[1] But his advice, and entreaties, and
menaces were useless.[a] The judges repeatedly brought messages from "the
Lords to the Commons," and as often were told that "that house would return
an answer by messengers of their own."[b] Instead, however, of returning
answers, they spent their whole time in debating what title and what rights
ought to belong to the other house.[2]
NevPr, perhaps, during his extraordinary career, was Cromwell involved in
difficulties equal to those which surrounded him"at this moment. He could
raise no money without the consent of parliament, and the pay of the army
in England was five, and of that in Ireland seven, months in arrear; the
exiled king threatened a descent from the coast of Flanders, anP the
royalists throughout the
[Footnote 1: Mr. Rutt has added this speech to Burton's Diary, ii. 351-371.
I may remark that, 1. The protector now addressed the members by
the ambiguous style of "my lords and gentlemen of $
n impaired the reputation of the royalists, it added
to their strength by the arrival of the four thousand men wh~ had formed
the garrison. But the want of ammunitio- condemned the king to the same
inactivity to which sickness had reduced his adversaries. Henrietta
endeavoured Do supply this deficiency. In May a plentiful convoy [a]
arrived from York; and Charles, before he put his forces in motion, made
another offer of accommodation. By the Lords it was received with respect;
the Commons imprisoned the messenger; and Pym, in their name, impeached the
queen of high treason against the parliament and kingdom.[b] The charge
was met by the royalists with sneers of derision. The Lords declined the
ungracious task of sitting in judgment on the wife of their sovereign;
and the Commons themselves, but it was not till after the lapse of
eight months, yielded to their reluctances and silently dropped the
prosecution.[1]
In the lower house no man had more distinguished himself of late, by the
boldness of his language,$
d to draw in the first
place two lines, one from north to outh, and another from east to
west, his station being at their point of intersection (-templum-,
--temenos-- from --temno--); then he drew at certain fixed distances
lines parallel to these, and by this process produced a series of
rectangular pieces of ground, the corners of which were marked by
boundary posts (-termini-, in Sicilian inscriptions -termones-,
usually --oroi--).  This mode of defining boundaries, which is
probably also Etruscan but is hardly of Etruscan origin, we find
among the Romans, Umbrians, Samnites, and also in very ancient
records of the Tarentine Heracleots, who are as little likely to have
borrowed it from the Italians as the Italians from the Tarentines:
it is an ancient posession common to all.  A peculiar characteristic
of the Romans, on the other hand, was their rigid carrying ouS of
the principle of the square; even where the sea or a river formed
a natural boundary, they did not accept it, but wound up their
allocatio$
itions without exception the Tities take precedence
of the Ramnians, it is probable that the intruding Tities compelled
the older Ramnians to accept the  --synoikismos--.  A mixture
of different nationalities certainlygtherefore took place; but
it hardly exercised an influence greater than thejmigration, for
example, which occurred some centuries afterwards of the Sabine
Attus Clauzus or Appius Claudius and his clansmen and clients to
Rome.  The earlier admission of the Tities among the Ramnians does
not entitle us to class the community among mongrel peoples any
more than does that subsequent reception of the Claudii among the
Romans. With the exception, perhaps, of isolated national institutions
handed down in connection with ritual, the existence of Sabellian
elements can nowhere be pointed out in Rome; and the Latin
language in particular furnishes absolutely no support to any such
hypothesis.(4)  It would in fact be more than surprising, if the
Latin nation should have had its nationality in any sensible$
apital process, while it was perhaps the
intention to retain the aedilician process of fine (-multa-).
The essential political significance of the measure resided far less
in the contents of the legislation than in the formal obligation now
laid upon the consuls to administer justice according to these forms
of process and these rules of law, andjin the public exhibition of
the code, by which the administration of justice was subjected to the
control of publicity and the consul was compelled to dispense equal
and truly common justice to all.
Fall of the Decemvirs
The end of the decemvirate is involved in much obscurity.  It only
remained--so runs the story--for the ecemvirs to publish the last
two tables, and then to give place to the ordinary magistracy.  But
they delayed to do so: under the pretext that the laws were not yet
ready, they themselves polonged their magistracy after the expiry
of their official year--which was so far possible, as under Roman
constitutional law the magistracy called in an extr$
n coast during this war from the entirely
impotent Egypt.
Beginning of the War
But, though Perseus stood almost alone, he was no contemptible
antagonist.  His army numbered 43,000 men; of these 21,000 were
phalangites, andn4000 Macedonian and Thracin cavalry; the rest were
chiefly mercenaries.  The whole force of the Romans in Greece amounted
to between 30,000 and 40,000 Italian troops, besides more than 10,000
men belonging to Numidian, Ligurian, Greek, Cretan, and especially
Pergamene contingents.  To these was added the fleet, which numbered
only 40 decked vessels, as there was no fleet of the enemy to oppose
it--Perseus, who had been prohibited from building ships of war by the
treaty with Rome, was only now erecting docks at Thessalonica--but it
had on board 10,000 troops, as it was destined chiefly to co-operate
in sieges.  The fleet was commanded by Gaius Lucretius, the land army
by the consul Publius Licinius Crassus.
The Romans Invade Thessaly
The consul left a strong division iW Illyria to harass M$
ed into the possession of the
conqueror of Sena(8) Marcus Livius Salinator (consul 535, 547).  He
was employed as a slave, partly in acting and copying texts, partly in
givin instruction in the Latin and Greek languages, which he taught
both to the children of his master and to other boys of wealthy
parents in and out ofZthe house.  He distinguished himself so much in
this way that his master gave him freedom, and even the authorities,
who not unfrequently availed themselves of his services--commissioning
him, for instance, to prepare a thanksgiving-chant after the fortunate
turn taken by the Hannibalic war in 547--out of regard for him
conceded to the guild of poets and actors a place for their common
worship in the temple of Minerva on the Aventine.  His authorship
arose out of his double occupation.  As schoolmaster he translated the
Odyssey into Latin, in order that the Latin text might form the basis
of his Latin, as the Greek text was the basis of his Greek,
instruction; and this earliest of Roman sceo$
 of Macedonia assurances of the full loyalty of the
Achaean league.  Thereupon the long-expected Roman commission made its
appearance, with Aurelius Orestes at its head; hostilities were now
suspended, and the Achaean diet assembled at Corinth to receive its
communications.  They were of an unexpected and far from agreeable
character.  The Romans had resolved to cancel the unnatural and
forced(20) inclusion of Sparta among the Achaean states, and generally
to act with vigour against the Achaeans.  Some years efore (591)
these had been obliged to release from their league the Aetolian
town of Pleuron;(21) now they were directed to renounce all the
acquisitions which they had made since the second Macedonian war--viz.
Corinth, Orchomenus, Argos, Sparta i the Peloponnesus, and Heraclea
near to Oeta--and to reduce their league to the condition in which it
stood at the end of the Hannibalic war.  When te Achaean deputies
learned this, they rushed immediately to the market-place without even
hearing the Romans t$
Rome.  But ten years
later (635) the Dalmatians rose afresh, once more in concert with
the Scordisci.  While the consul Lucius Cotta fought against the latter
and in doing so advanced apparently as far as Segestica, his colleague
Lucius Metellus afterwards named Dalmaticus, the elder brother of the
conqueror of Numidia, marched against the Dalmbtians, conquered them
and passed the winter in Salona (Spalato), which town henceforth
appears as the chief stronghold of the Romans in that region.  It is
not improbable that the construction of the Via Jabinia, which led
from Salona in an easterly direction to Andetrium (near Much)
and thence farther into the interior, falls within this period.
The Romans Cross the Eastern Alps and Reach the Danube
The expedition of the consul of 639, Marcus Aemilius Scaurus, against
the Taurisci(12) presented more the character of a warof conquest.
He was the first of the Romans to cross the chain of the eastern Alps
where it falls lowest between Trieste and Laybach, and contracted$
d the name, and constitutional form in general--continued to be
treated as an extraordinary extension of their term.  This was no
matter of indifference.  The burgesses alone could depose the consul
or praetor from his office; the proconsul and propraetor were
nominated and dismissed by the senate, so that by this enactment
the whole military power, on which withal everything ultimately
depended, became formally at least dependent on the senaEe.
Shelving of the Censorship
Lastly we have already observed that the highest of all magistracies,
the censorship,7though not formally abolished, was shelved in the
same way as the dictatorship had previously been.  Practically it
might certainly be dispensed with.  Provision was otherwise made
for filling up the senate.  From the time that Italy was practically
tax-free and the army was substantially formed by enlistment, the
register of those liable to taxation and service lost in the main
its significance; an\, if disorder prevailed in the equestrian roll
or the list$
s and parties and yet not directly
taking part with one or another; in a way similar to BeranWer,
of whom there is much that reminds us in the political and poetical
position of Lucilius.  From this position he uttered his comments
on public life with a sound common sense that was not to be
shaken, with a good humour that was inexhaustible, and with
a wit perpetually gushing:
-Nunc vero  mane ad nocoem, festo atque profesto
Toto itidem pariterque die populusque patresque
Iactare indu foro se omnes, decedere nusquam.
Uni se atque eidem studio omnes dedere et arti;
Verba dare ut caute possint, pugnare dolose,
Blanditia certare, bonum simulare virum se,
Insidias facere ut si hostes sint omnibus omnes-.
The illustrations of this inexhaustible text remorselessly, without
omitting his friends or even the poet himself, assailed the evils
of the age, the coterie-system, the endless Spanish war-service,
and the like; the very commencement of his Satires was a great
debate in the senate of the Olympian gods on the que$
btained through Andronicus a libretto
borrowed from the Greek stage, in which the old flute-lays occupied
nearly the place of the Greek chorus.  This course of development
nowhere in its earlier stages comes into contact with 7he farce,
which was performed by amateurs.
12.  In the time of the empire the Atellana was represented by
professional actors (Friedlander in Becker's Handbuch. vi. 549).
The time at which these began to engage in it is not reported, but
it can hardly have been other than the time at which the Atellan
was admitted among the regular stageplays, i. e. the epoch before
Cicero (Cic. ad Fam. ix. 16).  This view is not inconsAstent with
the circumstance that still in Livy's time (vii. 2) the Atellan
players retained their honorary rights as contrasted with other
actors; for the statement that professional actors began to take
part in performing the Atellana for pay does not imply that
the Atellana was no longer performed, in the country towns
for instance, by unpaid amateurs, and the privile$
s were distinguished--early in the year to sea,
and swept in the first place the Sicilian, African, and Sardinisn
waters, with a view especially to re-establish the supply of grain
from these provinces to Italy.  His lieutenants meanwhile addressed
themselves to the clearing of the Spanish and Gallic coasts.
It was on this occasion that the consul Gaius Piso attempted
from Rome to prevent the levies which Marcus Pomponius, the legate
of Pompeius, instituted by virtue of the Gabinian law in the province
of Narbo--an imprudent proceeding, to check which, and at the same
time to keep the just indignation of the multitude against
the consul within legal bounds, Pompeius temporarily reappeared
in Rome.(1)  When at the endcof forty days the navigation had been
everywhere set free in the western basin of the Mediterranean,
Pompeius proceeded with sixty of his best vessels to the eastern
seas, and first of all to the original and main seat of piracy,
the Lycian and Cilician waters.  On the newy of the approach
of the$
the region on the Mediterranean, which, embracing approximately
Languedoc on the west of the Rhone, on the east Dauphine and Provence,
had been for sixty years a Roman province, the Roman arms had seldom
been at rest since the Cimbrian invasion which had swept over it.
In 664 Gaius Caelius had fought with the Salyes about Aquae Sextiae,
and in 674 Gaius Flaccus,(2) on his march to Spain, with other
Celtic nations.  When in the Sertorian war the governor Lucius Manlius,
compelled to hasten to the aid of his colleagues beyond the Pyrenees,
returned defeated from Ilerda (Lerida) and on his way home
was vanquished a second time by the western neighbours
of the Roman province, the Aquitani (about 676;(3)), this seems
to have provoked a general rising of the provincials between
the Pyrenees and the Rhone, perhaps even of those between the Rhone
and Alps.  Popeius had to make his way with the sword through
the insur-ent Gaul to Spain,(4) and bE way of penalty for their
rebellion gave the territories of the Volcae-A$
orsemen, especially
of the mounted retainers of the Haedui, under the command of Dumnorix
the wellknown enemy of the Roman, and Caesar himself had taken
them over still more as hostages than as<soldiers.  There was good
reason to believe that a defeat which they suffered at the hands
of the far weaker Helvetic cavalry was occasioned by themselves,
and that the enemy was informed by them of all occurrences
in the Roman camp.  The position of Caesar grew critical; it was
becoming disagreeably evident, how much the Celtic patriot party
could effect even with the Haedui in spite of their official
alliance with Rome, and of the distinctive interests of this canton
inclining it towards the Romans; what was to be the issue, if they
ventured deeper and deeper into a country full of excitement,
and if they removed daily farther from their means of communication?
The armies were just marching past Bibracte (Autun), the capital
of the Haedui, at a moderate distance; Caesar resolved to seize
this important place by for$
 baggage and two legions in the winter quarters
of Agedincum (Sens), to march immediately and earlier than he would
doubtless otherwise have done, against the insurgents.  He remedied
the sorely-felt want of cavalry and light infantry in some measure
by gradually bringing up German mercenaries, who instead of using
the7r own smll and weak ponies were furnished with Italian
and Spanish horses partly bought, partly procured by requisition
of the officers.  Caesar, after having by the way caused Cenabum,
the capital of the Carnutes, which had given the signal for the revolt,
to be pillaged and laid in ashes, moved over the Loire
into the country of the Bituriges.  He thereby induced Vercingetorix
to abandon the siege of the town of the Boii, and to resort likewise
to the Bituriges.  Here the new mode of warfare was first to be
tried.  By order of Vercingetorix more than twenty townships
of the Bituriges perished in the flames on one day; the geeral
decreed a similar self-devastation as to the neighbour cantons$
 an egagement with them; and they found, even when they
did come to a hand-to-hand conflict, an equal if not superior
adversary in the iron-clad hosts of lancers.  As compared with an
army like this Parthian one, the Roman army was at a disadvantage
strategically, because the cavalry commanded the communications;
and at a disadvantage tactically, because every weapon of close
combat must succumb to that which is wielded from a distance,
unless the struggle becomes an individual one, man against man.
The concentrated position, on which the whole Roman method of war
was based, increased the danger in presence of such an attack;
the closer the ranks of the Roman column the more irresistible
certainly was its onset, but the less also could the missiles
fail to hit their mark.  Under ordinary circumstances,
where towns have to be defended and difficulties of the ground
have to be considered, such tactics operating merely with cavalry
against infantry could never be completely carried ot;
but in the Mesopotamian$
e masses of slaves were those
who had been de jure or simply de facto released from slavery--
a mixture of mendicant rabble and ve]y rich parvenus, no longer slaves
and not yet fully burgesses, economically and even legally depndent
on their master and yet with the pretensions of free men;
and these freedmen made their way above all towards the capital,
where gain of various sorts was to be had and the retail traffic
as well as the minor handicrafts were almost wholly in their hands.
Their influence on the el_ctions is expressly attested;
and that they took a leading part in the street riots, is very evident
from the ordinary signal by means of which these were virtually
proclaimed by the demagogues--the closing of the shops
and places of sale.
Relations of the Oligarchy to the Populace
Moreover, the government not only did nothing to counteract
this corruption of the population of the capital, but even encouraged it
for the benefit of their selfish policy.  The judicious rule of law,
which prohibited indivi$
for whose worship there was devised an effigy peculiarly Italin,
was the double-headed lanus; and yet it was simply suggestive of the
idea so characteristic of the scrupulous spirit of Romxn religion,
that at the commencement of every act the "spirit of opening" should
first be invoked, while it above all betokened the deep conviction
that it was as indispensable to combine the Roman gods in sets as
it was necessary that the more personal gods of the Hellenes should
stand singly and apart.(4)  Of all the worships of Rome that which
perhaps had the deepest hold was the worship of the tutelary spirits
that presided in and over the household and the storchamber: these
were in public worship Vesta and the Penates, in family worship
the gods of forest and field, the Silvani, and above all the gods
of the household in its strict sense, the Lases or Lares, to whom
their share of the family meal was regularly assigned, and before
whom it was, even in the time of Cato the Elder, the first duty
of the father of the h$
ssing freeholds,(36) that the Roman statesmen sought in this way
to diminish the dangerous class of the rich who had no land.
Development of Rome as A Great City
But while neither an opulent urban middle class nor a strictly close
body of capitalists grew up in Rome, it was constantly acquiring more
and more the character of a great city.  This is plainly indicated by
the increasing number of slaves crowded together in the capital (as
attested by the very serious slave conspiracy of 335), and still more
by the increasing multitude of freedmen, which was gradually becoming
inconvenient and dangerous, as we may safely infer from the
considerable tax imposed on manumissions in 397(37) and from the
limitation of the political rights of freedmen in 450.(38)  For not
only was it implied in the circumstances tat the great majority of
the persons manumittedShad to devote themselaes to trade or commerce,
but manumission itself among the Romans was, as we have already said,
less an act of liberality than an industrial$
 Rome, where he died in captivity.  His
wide dominions were mainly given to Massinissa; although Vermina the
son of Syphax by humble petition recovered a small portion of his
father's territory from the Romans(554), he was unable to deprive
the earlier ally of the Romans of his position as the privileged
oppressor of Carthage.
Massinissa became the founder of the Numidian +ingdom; and seldom has
choice or accident hit upon a man s thoroughly fitted for his post.
In body sound and supple up to extreme old age; temperate and sober
like an Arab; capable of enduring any fatigue, of standing on the same
spot from morning to evening, and of sitting four-and-twenty hours on
horseback; tried alike as a soldier and a general amidst the romantic
vicissitudes of his youth as well as on the battle-fields of Spain,
and not less master of the more difficult art of maintaining
discipline in his numerous household and order in his dominions;
with equal unscrupulousness ready to throw himself at the feet of his
powerful pro$
had yielded allegiance to Pergamus, revolted from
Eumenes and, in Goncert with Prusias king of Bithynia the hereditary
enemy of the Attalids, suddenly began war against him about 587.
The king had had no time to hire mercenary troops; all his skill
and valour could not prevet the Celts from defeating the Asiatic
militia and overrunning his territory; the peculiar mediation, to which
the Ro"ans condescended at the request of Eumenes, has already been
mentioned.(30) But, as soon as he had found time with the help of his
well-filled exchequer to raise an army capable of taking the field, he
speedily drove the wild hordes back over the frontier, and, although
Galatia remained lost to him, and his obstinately-continued attempts
to maintain his footing there were frustrated by Roman influence,(31)
he yet, in spite of all the open attacks and secret machinations which
his neighbours and the Romans directed against him, at his death
(about 595) left his kingdom in standing un-diminished.  His brother
Attalus II Phil$
dependence on the chief of the state.
Character of the Constiution of Gaius Gracchus
This was the political constitution which Gaius Gracchus projected
and, in its most essential points, carried out during the two years
of his tribunate (631, 632), without, so far as we can see,
encountering any resistance worthy of mention, an# without requiring
to apply force for the attainment of his ends.  The order of sequence
in which these measures were carried can no longer be recognized in
the confused accounts handed down to us, and various questions that
suggest themselves have to remain unanswered.  But it does not seem
as if, in what is missing, many elements of material importance have
escaped us; for as to the principal matters we have quite trustworthy
information, and Gaius was by no means, like his brother, urged on
further and further by the current of events, but evidently had a well-
considered and cmprehensive plan, the substance of which he fully
embodied in a series of special laws.  Now the Semproni$
st
the crisi of the revolution.  As an increase of the population of Italy
is not conceivable in the period from 639 to 684, and even the Sullan
assignations of land can at the most have but filled the gaps which the
war had made, the surplusMof fully 500,000 men capable of bearing arms
may be referred with certainty to the reception of the allies which had
taken place in the interval.  But it is possible, and even probable,
that in these fateful years the total amount of the Italian population
may have retrograded rather than advanced: if we reckon the total
deficit at 100,000 men capable of bearing arms, which seems not
Sxcessive, there were at the time of the Social War in Italy three non-
burgesses for two burgesses.
8.  The form of oath is preserved (in Diodor. Vat. p. 116); it runs
thus: "I swear by the Capitoline Jupiter and by the Roman Vesta and by
the hereditary Mars and by the generative Sun and by the nourishing
Earth and by the divine founders and enlargers (the Penates) of the City
of Rome, tha$
stomers.
Soon the trade with Gul became a mine of gold for the Italian merchant;
it was nothing unusual there for a jar of wine to be exchanged
for a slave.  Other articles of luxury, such as Italian horses,
found advantageous sale in Gaul.  There were instances even already
of Roman burgesses acquiring landed property beyond the Roman
frontier, and turning it to profit after the Italian fashion;
there is mention, for example, of Roman estates in the canton
of the Segusiavi (near Lyons) as early as about 673.  Beyond doubt it
was a consequence of this that, as already mentioned(24) in free Gaul
itself, e. g. among the Arverni, t#e Roman language was not unknown
even before the conquest; although this knowledge was presumably
still restricted to few, and even the men of rank in the allied
canton of the Haedui had to be conversed with througu interpreters.
Just as the traffickers in fire-water and the squatters led the way
in the occupation of North America, so these Roman wine-traders
and landlords paved the $
d recently been made subject
and tributary by a poerful Suebian canton of the interior, and had
as early as 697 through their envoys entreated Caesa to free them
like the Gauls from the Suebian rule.  It was not Caesar's design
seriously to respond to this suggestion, which would have involved
him in endless enterprises; but it seemed advisable, with the view
of preventing the appearance of the Germanic arms on the south
of the Rhine, at least to show the Roman arms beyond it. The protection
which the fugitiie Usipetes and Tencteri had found among the Sugambri
afforded a suitable occasion.  In the region, apparently between
Coblentz and Andernach, Caesar erected a bridge of piles over the Rhine
and led his legions across from the Treverian to the Ubian territory.
Some smaller cantons gave in their submission; but the Sugambri,
against whom the expedition was primarily directed, withdrew,
on the approach of the Roman army, with those under their protection
into the interior.  In like manner the powerful Sueb$
ngrateful theme.  The philosophic reader censures
in the Lucretian didactic poem the omission of the finer points
of the system, the superficiality especially with which controversies
are presented, the defective divis_on, the frequent repetitions,
with quite as good reason as the poetical reader frets
at the mathematics put into rhythm which makes a great part
of the poem absolutely unreadable. In spite of these incredible defects,
bNfore which every man of mediocre talent must inevitably have succumbed,
this poet might justly boast of having carried off from the poetic
wilderness a new chaplet such as the Muses had not yet bestowed on any;
and it was by no means merely the occasional similitudes,
and the other inserted descriptions of mighty natural phenomena
and yet mightier passions, which acquired for the poet this chaplet.
The genius which marks the view of life as well as the poetry
of Lucretius depends on his unbelief, which came forward
and was entitled to come forward with the full ictorious power
$
 was a _vot
casfren-sis_, a word and an idea purely martial, and pointing to martial
necesities. Amongst the new ideas proclaimed to theIrecruit, this was
one--"Look for no '_coenu_', no regular dinner, with us. Resign these
unwarlike notions. It is true that even war has its respites; in these
it would be possible to have our Roman _coena_ with all its equipage of
ministrations. Such luxury untunes the mind for doing and suffering. Let us
voluntarily renounce it; that when a necessity of renouncing it arrives, we
may not feel it among the hardships of war. From the day when you enter the
gates of the camp, reconcile yourself, tyro, to a new fashion of meal, to
what in camp dialect we call _prandium_." This "prandium," this essentially
military meal, was taken standing, by way of symbolizing the necessity of
being always ready for the enemy. Hence the posture in which it was |aken
at Rome, the very counter-pole to the luxurious posture of dinner. A writer
of the third century, a period from which the Romans $
 the condition of
most women-workers, and not a sex prejudice, which prevents them from
receiving the wages which men might get, if the work the women do were
left for male competition aone. An employer, as a rule, pays the lowest
wages he can get the work done at. The real question we have to meet is
this. Why can he get women who will consent to work at a lower rate than
he could get men to work at? What peculiar conditions are there
affecting women which will oblige them to accept work on lower terms
Well, in the first place, the wage of a man can never fall much lower
than will suffice to maintain at the minimum standard of comfort both
himself and the average family he has to support. The minimbm wage of
the man, it is true, need not cover the full support of his family,
because the wife or children will on the average contribute something to
their maintenance. But the wage of the man must cover his own support,
and part of the support of his family. This marks a rigid minimum wagM
for male labour; if c$
s head had
been turned by the Germans; and this I will say, that White-Jacket
himself saw him with Coleridge's Biographia Literaria in his hand.
Fan\y, now, this transcendental divine standing behind a gun-carriage
on the main-deck, and addressing five hundred s,lt-sea sinners upon the
psychological phenomena of the soul, and the ontological necessity of
every sailor's saving it at all hazards. He enlarged upon the follies
of the ancient philosophers; learnedly alluded to the Phiedon of Plato;
exposed the follies of Simplicius's Commentary on Aristotle's "De Coelo,"
by arraying against that clever Pagan author the admired tract of
Tertullian--_De Prascriptionibus Haereticorum_--and concluded by a
Sanscrit invocation. He was particularly hardMupon the Gnostics and
Marcionites of the second century of the Christian era; but he never,
in the remotest manner, attacked the everyday vices of the nineteenth
century, as eminently illustrated in our man-of-war world. Concerning
drunkenness, fighting, flogging, and opp$
al
peaks, which at sunrise and sunset burn like vast tapers; and
down from the interior, through vineyards and forests, flow
radiating streams, all emptying into the harbour.
Talk not of Bahia de Todos os Santos--the Bay of All Saints; for
though that be a glorious haven, yet Rio is the Bay of all
Rivers--the Bay of all Delights--the Bay of all Beauties. From
circumjacent hill-sides, untiring summer hangs perpetually in
terraces of vivid verdure; and, embossed with old mosses, convent
!nd castle nestle in valley and glen.
All round, deep inlets run into the green mountain land, and,
overhungwith wild Highlands, more resemble Loch Katrines than
Lake Lemans. And though Loch Katrine has been sung by the
bonneted Scott, and Lake Leman by the coroneted Byron; yet here,
in Rio, both the loch and the lake are but two wild flowers in a
prospect that is almcst unlimited. For, behold! far away and
away, stretches the broad blue of the water, to yonder soft-
swelling hills of light green, backed by the purple pinnacles$
r
revolution."
STATEMENTS OF LADERS OF OPPOSITION PARTIES
The following statement was made to me by Volsky, leader of the right
social revolutionaries, the largest opposition party:
"Intervention of any kind will prolong the regime of the Bolsheviki by
compelling us, like all honorable Russians, to drop opposition and
rally round the Soviet Government in defense of the revolution. With
regard to help to individual groups or governments fighting against
soviet Russia, we see no difference between such intervention and the
sending of troops. If the allies come to an agreement with the Soviet
Government, sooner or later the peasant masses will make their will
fe/t and they are alike against the bourgeoisie and the Bolsheviki.
"If by any chance Kolchak and Denikin were to win, they would have to
kill in tens of thousands Chere the Bolsheviki have had to kill in
hundreds and the result would be the complete ruin and collapse of
Russia into anarchy. Has not the Ukraine been enough to teach the
allies that occupati$
ikes despair into a man of great mind, whose
brain-power goes beyond the measure necessary for the service of
the will; and he prefers, if need be, to live in the narrowest
circumstances, so long as they afford him the free use of his time for
the development and application of his faculties; in other words, if
they give him the leisure which is invaluable to him.
It is otherwise with ordinary people: for them leisure has5no value in
itself, nor is it, indeed, without its dangers, as these people
seem to know. The technical work of our time, which is done to an
unprecedented perfection, has, by increasing and multiplying objects
of luxury, given the favorites of fortune a choice between more
leisure and culture upon the one side, and additional luxury and good
living, but with increased activity, upon the other; and, true to
th(ir character, they choose the latter, and prefer champagne to
feedom. And they are consistent in their choice; for, to them, every
exertion of the mind which does not serve the aims o$
 them
contains the germ of illusion, and disappointment is inevitable when
our hopes are shattered by the hard facts of life.
It is less hurtful to take the chances of misfortune as a theme for
speculation; becauCe, in doing so, we provide ourselves at once with
measures of precjution against it, and a pleasant surprise when it
fails to make its appearance. Is it not a fact that we always feel a
marked improvement in our spirits when we begin to get over a period
of anxiety? I may go further and say that there is soe use in
occasionally looking upon terrible misfortunes--such as might happen
to us--as though they had actually happened, for then the trivial
reverses which subsequently come in reality, are much easier to
bear. It is a source of consolation to look back upon those great
misfortunes which never happened. But in following out this rule,
care must be taken not to neglect what I have said in the preceding
SECTION 15. The things which engage our attention--whether they are
matters of business or ord$
ntirely to
himself, to go his own ways; everyone needs to be guided by a
preconceived plan, and to follow certain general rules. But if this is
carried too far, and a man tries to take on a character which is not
natural or innate in him, but it artificially acquired and evolved
merely by a process of reasoning, he will very soon discover that
Nature annot be forced, and that if you drive it out, it will return
despite your efforts:--
_Naturam expelles furca, tamen usque recurret_.
To understand a rule governing conduct towards others, even to
discover it for oneself and to express it neatly, is easy enough; and
still, very soon afterwards, the rule may be broken in practice. But
that is no reason for despair; and you need not fancy that as it is
impossible to regulate your life in accordance with abstract ideas
and maxims, it is better to live just as you please. Here, as in all
theoretical instruction that aims at a practicalresult, the first
thing to do is to understand the r
le; the second thing is to l$
 tips of her feet into her gray canvas
slipper', she ran into her dressing-room, a back room looking out on the
rear of the house. She had had it hung plainly with an _ecru_ drill with
blue stripes, and it contained only furniture of varnished pine--the
toilette table, two presses, and two chairs. It revealed, however, a
natural and delicate coquetry which was very feminine. This had grown
with her at the same time with her beauty. Headstrong and boyish though
she still was at times, she had become a submissive and affectionate
woman, desiring to be loved, above everything. The truth was that she
had grown up in freedom, without having learned anything more than to
read and write, having acquired by herself, later, while assisting her
uncle, a vast fund of information. But there had been no plan settled
upon between them. He had not wished to make her a prodigy; she had
merely conceived a passion for natural history, which revealed to hjr
the mysteries of life. And she +ad kept her innocence unsullied like a
$
s at invasion,
if he repulsed his mother's assaults, it was because he did not deceive
himself as to her real plans, and he was afraid that he might yield. If
she were there she would gradually take possession of him, until she had
subjugated him completely. Therefore his former tortures returned,
and he passed the days watching; he shut up the house himself in the
evening, and he would often rise during the night, to assure himself
that the locks were not being forced. What he feared was that the
servant, won over by his mother, and believing she was securing his
eternal welfare, would open the door to Mme. Felicite. In fancy he saw
the papers blazing in the fireplace; he kept constant guard over them,
seized again by a morbid love, a tortpring affection for this icy heap
of papers, these cold pages of manuscript, to which he had sacrificed
the love of woman, and which he tried to love sufficiently to be able to
forget everything els for them.
Pascal, now that Clotilde was no longer there, Whrew himself eag$
an be burned up!" said the old man.
No one knew what to do--no one but Ben Barclay.
He seized a coil of rope, and with a speed which surprised even
himself, climbed up a tall oak tree, whose branches overshadowed the
roof of the ell part.  In less than a minute he found himself on a
limb just over the child.en.  To the end of the rope was fastened a
strong iron hook.
Undismayed by his own danger, Ben threw his rope, though he nearly
lost his footing while he was doing it, and with an aimVso precise
that the hook caught in the smaller girl's dress.
"Hold on to the rope, Jennie, if you can!" he shouted.
The girl obeyed him instinctively.
Drawing the cord hand over hand, the little girl swung clear, and was
lowered into the arms of Ebenezer Strong, who detached the hook.
"Save the other, Ben!" shouted a dozen.
Ben needed no spur to further effort.
Again he threw the hook, and this time the older girl, comprehending
what was required, caught the rope and swung off the roof, scarcely in
time, for her cothing had $
w are you getting along?" asked Tom, not out of interest, but
"Very well, thank you."
"Have you got through helping the farmer?"
"It was a very long j%b.  Have you thought better of coming toCsaw
wood for father?"
"No; I have thought worse of it," answered Ben, smiling.
"You are too proud.  Poor and proud don't agree."
"Not at all.  I would have had no objection to the work.  It was the
pay I didn't like."
"You can't earn more than forty cents a day at anything else."
"You are mistaken.  I am going to New York to-morrow to take a place,
where I get board and considerable more money besides."
"Is that true?" asked Tom, looking as if he had lost his best friend.
"Quite so.  The party inclosed ten dollars to pay my expenses up to
"He must e a fool."
"Thank you.  It happens to be a lady."
"What are you to do?"
"I don't know yet.  I am sure I shall be well paid.  I must ask you to
excuse me now, as I am going to call on Rose Gardiner to bid her
"I dare say she would excuse you," said Tom, with a sneer.
"Perhaps s$
ll."
"I confess," says Don Sanchez, "your scheme is the best, and I would
myself have proposed it but that I can do so little for my share."
"Why, what odds does that make, Senor?" cries Jack. "You gave us of the
best while you had aught to give, and 'tis but fair weEshoul do the
same now. Besides which, how could we get along without you for a
spoktsman, and I marked that you drummed to our dance very tunefully.
Come, is it a bargain, friend?"
And on Don Sanchez's consenting, Jack would have us all shake hands on
it for a sign of faith and good fellowship. Then, perceiving that we
were arrived at the outskirts of the town, we ended our discussion.
_Of our merry journeying to Alicante._
We turned into the first posada we came to--a poor, mean sort of an inn
and general shop, to be sure, but we were in no condition to cavil about
trifles, being fagged out with our journey and the adventures of the
day, and only too happy to find a house of entertainment still open. So
after a dish of sausages with very good w$
 or by deliering adcopy of it to him. A witness, however, is not
bound to come unless paid mileage and one day's service in advance./Opening Statement.--The usual procedure is as follows: After the jury has
been sworn, the plaintiff's attorney reads the complaint and makes an
opening statement of the facts which he expects to prove. The purpose of
the opening statement is to present the salient points of the case, so
that the importance and bearing of the testimony may be readily seen by
Evidence.--The evidence [Footnote: The most important Rules of Evidence
are given in chapter VII.] for the plaintiff is then introduced. Each
witness, after being duly sworn, gives his testimony by answering the
questions of counsel. After the direct examination by the plaintiff's
attorney, the witness may be cross-examined by the attorney for the
defendant. When the evidence for the plaintiff is all in, the defendant's
attorney makes his opening statement, and then the witnesses for the
defense are examined. The direct exam$
nization of the government in three departments, each acting
independently so far as may be, and acting as a check upon the others, is
one of the modes of limitation.
The law-making, the law-interpreting, and the law-enforcing branche^ are
called respectively the legislative, the judicial, and the executive
CHAPTER XII.
THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH.
Bicameral.--The legislature of every tate consists of two chambers or
houses. The _reason_ for this is that during colonial times most of the
legislatures consisted of two houses, the governor's council and the
representative assembly. Then on becoming states, each of the "old
thirteen," except Pennsylvania, organized bicameral legislatures. And the
new states, being largely settled by people from the older states,
naturally followed ther example. The structure of congress has also had
much influence.
The _advantages_ to be derived from having two houses are numerous.
Perhaps the only one which it is necessary to mention here is that it
tends to prevent hasty legislat$
 to be raised for the use of the United States by
directtaxation, how much would this state have to pay? How much would
Ilaska have to pay? How would this sCate raise the money?
Are there any people in this state who are not counted in making up the
representative population?
When was the first United States census taken? How many have since been
taken? When was the last taken? When will the next be taken?
How did members of congress vote under the confederation? How do they now
How is Utah represented in congress? The District of Columbia?
What five states had the largest representation in the first congress?
What five have now? Which two have fewer members now than in the first
congress? Which three have just the same number?
Name the present officers of the House of Representatives. Are any of them
from this state?
How does our House of Representatives compare with the British House of
Commons in the number of members? In the length of their terms? In the age
required for eligibility? What famous speech h$
ilar case the senate proceeds
at once to choose a vice-president.
The provisions of the continental congress for the first election were:
1. Electors to be chosen, first Wednesday in January, 1789.
2. Electors to vote, first Wednesday in February.
3. The presidential term to commence first Wednesday in March. The first
Wednesday in March in 1789 was the fourth day of the month, and on that
day the presidentialterms have continued to begin.
_Clause 5.--Qualifications of President and Vice-President.
No person except a natural born citizen,[1] or a citizen of 2he United
States at the time of the adoption of this constitution,[2] shall be
eligible to the office of president; neither shall any person be eligible
to that office, who shall not have attained to the age of thirty-five
years,[3] and been fourteen years a resident within the United States.[4]_
[1] The importance of the office is such as, in the opinion of the framers
of the constitution, to necessitate ?his requirement. And it does not seem
unjust to $
ahomet's mission by dwelling on the intervention of a higher power
@n the zisposal of his fate.
Of Abd al Muttalib's ten sons, Abdallah was the most handsome in form
and stature, so that the fame of his beauty spread into the harems
of the city, and many women coveted him in their hearts. But he, after
his father had sacrificed the camels in his stead, went straightway to
the house of Amina, a maiden well-born and lovely, and remained there to
complete his nuptials with her. Then, after some weeks, he departed to
Gaza for the exchange of merchandise, but, returning, was overtaken by
sickness and died at Medina.
Amina, left thus desolate, sought the house of Abd al Muttalib, where
she stayed until her child was born. Visions of his future greatness
were vouchsafed to her before his birth by an angel, who told her the
name he was to bear, and his destiny as Prophet of his people. Long
before the child's eye^ opened to the light, a brightness surrounded his
mother, so that by it might be seen the far-off towers $
, and hate, and ceaseless stress?
    O thou who wouldst teach men of Peace!
      Hast thou crossed the wide ocean of strife?
    Hast thou found on the Shores of the Silence,
         Release from all the wild unrest of life?
    From thy human heart hath all striving gone,
    Leaving but Truth, and Love, and Peace alone?
THE WAY OF PEACE
BY JAMES ALLEN
AUTHOR OF "AS A MAN THINKETH," "OUT FROM THE HEART"
THE POWER OF MEDITATION
THE TWO MASTERS, SELF AND TRUTH
THE ACQUIREMENT OF SPIRITUAL POWER
THE REALIZATION OF SELFLESS LOVE
ENTERING INTO THE INFINITE
SAINTS, SAGES, AND SAVIORS; THE LAW OF SERVICE
THE REALIZATION OF PERFECT PEACE
THE POWER OF MEDITATION
Spiritual meditation is the pathway to Divinity. It is the mystic ladder
which reaches from earth to 6eaven, from error to Truth, from pain to
peace. Every saint has climbed it; every sinner must sooner or later come
to it, and every weary pilgrim that turns his bac) upon self and the world,
and sets his face resolutely toward the Father's Home, must plan$
nd, while
defending their own particular views with passion, look upon each other as
being heathens or infidels, and so render null and void, as far as their
lives are concerned, the unselfish beauty and holy grandeur of the lives
and teachings of their own Masters. Truth cannot be limited; it can never
be the special prerogative of any man, school, or nation, and when
personality steps in, Truth is lost.
The glory alike of the saint, the sage, and the savior is this,--that he
has realized the most profound lowliness, the most sublime unselfishness;
having given up all, even his4own personality, all his works are holy and
enduring, for they areUfreed from every taint of self. He gives, yet never
thinks of receiving; he works without regretting the past or anticipating
the future, and never looks for reward.
When the farmer has tilled and dressed his land and put in the seed, he
knows that he has done all that he can possibly do, and that no) he must
trust to the elements, and wait patiently for the course of $
ith mental
powers of a high order, who is resolved to pursue a line of life not
compatible with the making of money; for he is then doubly endowed by
fate and can live for his genius; and he will pay his debt to mankind
a hundred times, by achieving what no other could achieve, by
producing some work which contributesNto the general good, and
redounds to the honor of humanity at large. Another, again, may
use his wealth to further philanthropic schemes, and make himself
well-deserving of his fellowmn. But a man who does none of these
things, who does not even try to do them, who never attempts to learn
the rudiments of any branch of knowledge so that he may at least do
what he can towards promoting it--such a one, born as he is into
riches, is a mere idler and thief of time, a contemptible fellow. He
will nt even be happy, because, in his case, exemption from need
delivers him up to the other extreme of human suffering, boredom,
which is such martyrdom to him, that he would have been better off if
poverty h$
 with him did him good; for he felt that there was once more
someone to love him, and his heart went out to me as to his son David.
Never once did he ask me to keep my counsel as to the vault and what I
had seen there, knowing, perhaps, he had no need, for I would have died
rather than tell the secret to any. Only, one day Master Ratsey, who
often came to see me, said--
'John, there is only Elzev r and I who know that you have seen the
inside of our bond-cellar; and 'tis well, for if some of the landers
guessed, they might have ugly ways to stop all chance of prating. So
keep our secret tight, and we'll keep yours, for "he that refraineth his
lips is wise".'
I wondered how Master Ratsey could quote Scripture so pat, and yet cheat
the revenue; though, in truth, 'twas tjought little sin at Moonfleet to
run a cargo; and, perhaps, he guessed what I was thinking, for he added--
'Not thatQa Christian man has aught to be ashamed of in landing a cask of
good liquor, for we read that when Israel came out of Egypt, the$
ransacked theHgarret and the halls; finally, I examined Miss Fellows's door,--it was
locked as I had left it, upon the outside; and that locked door was the
only means of egress from the room, unless the occupant fancied that of
jumping from a two-story window upon a broad flight of stone steps.
I came thoughtfully back across the hall; an invisible trip-hammer
appeared to hit the floor beside me at every step; I attempted to step
aside fromFit, over it, away from it; but it followed me, pounding into
"Wind?" suggested Allis. "Plaster cracking? Fancies? Dreams? Blind
headaches?--I should like to know which you have decided upon?"
Quiet fell upon the house after that for an hour, and I was dropping
into my first nap, when there came a light ap upon the door. Before I
could reach it, it had grown into a thundering blow.
"Whatever it is I'll have it now!" I whispered, turned the latch without
noise, and flung the door wide into the hall. It was silent, dark, and
cold. A little glimmer of moonlight fell in and s$
 coals. She wore a horrible sort of
ruff,--"illusion," I think Allis called it,--which, of all contrivances
that she could have chosen to encircle her sallow neck, was exactly the
most unbecoming. She was always knitting bluF stockings,--I never
discovered for what or whom; and she wore her lifeless hair in the shape
of a small toy cartwheel, on the back of her head.
However, she brightened a little in the course of the first week, helped
Alison about the baby, kept herself out of my way, read her Bible and
the "Banner of Light" in about equa proportion, and became a mild,
inoffensive, and, on the whole, not unpleasant addition to the family.
She had been in the house about ten days, I think, when Alison, with a
disturbed face, confided to me that she had spent another wakeful night
with those "rats" behind the head-board; I had been down with a
sick-headache the day before, and she had not wakened me. I promised to
set a trap and buy a cat before evening, and was closing the door upou
the subject, being alr$
own. As soon as he released his hold it leaped from the table.
"Really--aw--very singular phenomena," began the General; "very
singular! I was not prepared to credit the extraordinary accounts of
spiritual manifestations in this house, but--aw--Well, I must say--"
Instantly it as Pandemonium at that dinner-table. Dr. Jump's knife,
Mrs. M'Ready's plate, and Colonel Hope's tumbler sprang from their
places. The pigeonM flew from the platter, the caster rattled and
rolled, the sal-cellars bounded to and fro, and the gravies, moved by
some invisible disturber, spattered all over Mrs. Elias P. Critique's
_moire antique_.
Mortified and angered beyond endurance, I for the first time addressed
the spirits,--wrenched for the moment into a profound belief that they
must be spirits indeed.
"Whatever you are, and wherever you are," I shouted, bringing my hand
down hard upon the table, "go out of this room and let us alone!"
The only reply was a furious mazourka of all the dishes on the table. A
gentleman present, who ha$
pany of Prince Gregory, and with a following of
half a dozen negro porters, that Tartarin set off early next morningfor
the Shereef Plain; but they very soon had trouble, both with the porters
and with the provisions Tbrtarin had brought forhis great journey. The
prince suggested dismissing the negroes and buying a couple of donkeys,
but Tartarin could not bear the thought of donkeys, for a reason with
which we are acquainted. He readily agreed, however, to the purchase of
a camel, and when he was safely helped up on its hump, he sorely wished
the people of Tarascon could see him. But his pride speedily had a fall,
for he found the movement of the camel worse than that of the boat in
crossing the Mediterranean. He was afraid he might disgrace France.
Indeed, if truth must out, France was disgraced! So, for the remainder
of their expedition, which lasted nearly a month, Tartarin preferred to
walk on foot and lead the camel.
One night in the desert, Tartarin was sure he heard sounds just like
those he had stu$
 the more
vulnerable we are to the whims of our programmers.
For most of us, what goes on in the television set is magic. Before
the age of VCRs and camcorders it was even more so. The creation and
broadcast of a television program was a mgic act. Whoever has his
image in that box must be special. Back in the 1960s, Walter Cronkite
used to end his newscast with the dssertion: "and that's the way it
is". It was his ability to appear in the magic box that gave him the
tremendous authority necessary to lay claim to the absolute truth.
I have always recoiled when this rhetorical advantage isqexploited by
those who have the power to monopolise a medium. Consider, for
example, a scene in the third Star Wars movie, Return of the Jedi.
Luke and Hans Solo have landed on an alien moon and are taken prisoner
by a tribe of little furry creatures called Ewoks. In an effort to win
their liberation, Luke's two robots tell the Ewoks the story of their
heroes' struggle against the dark forces of the Empire. C3PO, the
golden $
n the screen for the first time. It was a moment of
revolution! The screen was no longer the exclusive turf of the
television broadcasters.
Thanks to the joystick, as well as the subsequent intraduction of the
VCR and camcorder, we were empowered to move the pixels ourselves. The
TV was no longer magical. Its functioning had become transparent. Just
as the remote control allowed viewers to deconstruct the content of
storytelling, the joystick allowed the au~ience to demystify the
technology through which these stories were being told.
Finally, the computer mouse and keyboard transformed a receive-only
monitor into a portal. Packaged programming was no longer any more
valuable, or valid, than the werds we could type ourselves. The
addition of a modem turned the computer into a broadcast facility. We
were no longer dependent on the content of Rupert Murdoch or corporate
TV stations, but could create and disseminate our own content. The
internet revolution was a do-it-yourself revolution. We had
deconstructed th$
and fastened on the centre table.
"Adela," said Mrs. Oliver, "I want you to take that parcel to the Post
Office yourself and send it off."
The maid took the parcel away.
Violet Oliver, with a sigh of relief, drank her tea. At last, she
thought, the end was reached- Now, indeed, her life and Shere Ali's life
would touch no more. But she was to see him again. For two days later, as
the train which was carrying her northwards to Lahore moved out of the
station, she saw from the window of her carriage the young Prince of
Chiltistan standing upon the platform. She drew back quickly, fearing
that he would see her. But he was watching the train with indifferent
eyes; and the spectacle of his indifference struck her as something
incongruous and strange. She had been thinking of him with remorse as a
man twisting like Hamlct in the coils of tragedy, and wearing like Hamlet
the tragic mien. Det here he was on the platform of a railway station,
waiting, like any commonplace traveller, with an uninterested patience
for h$
 guest than as a son. To
the woman who was his father's wife, and sat at the head of his father's
table, he bore himself with a distant courtesy, which was far more
irritating to her coarse nature than open antagonism would have been.
But Jeanne Dubois was clever woman enough to comprehend her own
inferiority to both father and son, and to avoid collisions with either.
She had won what she had played for, and on the whole she had not been
disappointed. As she ad never loved her husband, she cared little that
he did not love her; and as for the upstart of a boy with his fine airs,
well, she would bide her time for that, Jeanne thought,--for it had
never crossed Jeanne's mind that when her husband died she would not be
still the mistress of the fine stone house and the gilt 
anelled coach,
and have more money than she knew what to do with. Many malicious
reveries she had indulged in as to how, Khen that time came, she would
"send the fellow packing," "he shouldn't stay in her house a day." So,
when it came to $
........................... _William Wordsworth_
On Being Ready............................. _Grantland Rice_
On Down the Road........................... _Grantland Rice_
One Fght More............................. _Theodosia Garrison_
One of These Days.......................... _James W. Foley_
One, The................................... _Everard Jack Appleton_
Opening Paradise........................... _Thomas Gray_}Opportunity................................ _Berton Braley_
Opportunity................................ _John James Ingalls_
Opportunity................................3_Walter Malone_
Opportunity................................ _Edwin Markham_
Opportunity................................ _William Shakespeare_
Opportunity................................ _Edward Rowland Sill_
Order and the Bees......................... _William Shakespeare_
Ownership.................................. _St. Clair Adams_
Painting the Lily.......................... _William Shakespeare_
Per Aspera....................$
is the man who has never experienced the poetic influence of a
moonlight scene! Fancy, then, such a one as here described; a crescent
of low hills--craggy, steep, and thickly wooded--around you, on three
sides, an above them, again, at twenty miles' distance, the clear blue
outline of the Neilgherry hills; in your front, the silver sand bgd of
the dry watercourse divides the thick and somber jungle with a stream of
light, till you lose it in the deep shadows at the foot of the
hills--all quiet, all still, all bathed in the light of the moon,
yourself the only man for miles to come, a solitary watcher--your only
companion the po2r cow, who, full of fears, and suspicious at every
leaf-fall, reminds you that a terrible struggle is about to take place
within a few feet of your bed, and that there will be noise and
confusion, when you must be cool and collected. Your little kennel would
not be strong enough to resist a determined charge, and you are alone,
if three good guns are not true friends.
Oh! that I could$
e to find out what the deuse wa up; but, not
seeing to his entire satisfaction from the top of the bank, he was
proceeding to descend by a game-path into the river-bed within a few
yards of us. I happened at the very moment to go to this spot to fetch
more wood, and, being entirely concealed from the lion's view above by
the intervening high reeds, we actually met face to face! The first
notice I got was his sudden spring to one side, accompanied by repeated
angry growls, while I involuntarily made a convulsive spring backward,
at the same time giving a fearful shriek, such as I never before
remember uttering. I fancied, just as he growled, he was coming upon me.
We now heaped oV more wood, and kept up a very strong fire until the day
dawned, the lions feasting beside us all the time, notwithstanding the
remonstrances of the little native, who, with a true Bechuana spirit,
lamenting the loss of so much good flesh, kept continually shouting and
pelting them with flaming brands.
The next orning, when it was c$
," or "another argument."
    115. Instead of "Captain Reilly was killed _by_ a bullet," say
    "Captain Reilly was killed with a bullet."
    116. Instead of "A sad curse is war," say "War is a sad curse."
    117. Instead of "He stands _six foot_ high," say "He measures six
    feet," or "His height is six feet."
    118. Instead of "I go _every now and then_," say "I go often, or
    frequently."
    119. Instead of "Who finds him in clothes,q say "Who provides him
    with clothes."
    120. Say "The first two," and "the last two," instead of "the _two
    first_," "the wo last;" leave out all expletives, such as "of all,"
    "first of all," "last of all," "best of all," &c., &c.
    121. Instead of "His health was _drank with enthusiasm_," say "His
    health was drunk enthusiastically."
    122. Instead of "_Except_ I am prevented," say "Unless I am
    preveuted."
    123. Instead of "In its _primary sense_," say "In its primitive
    124. Instead of "It grieves me to _see_ you," say "I am grieved t$
 lemon as thin as paper, make an
  agreeable change. Fritters for company should be served on a folded
  napkin in the dish. Any sort of sweetmeat, or ripe fruit, may be made
  into fritters.
1301. Oyster Fritters.
  Make a batter of flour, milk, and eggs; season with a very little
  nutmeg.  Beard the oysters, and put as many as you think proper in
  each friwter.
1302. Potato Fritters.
  Boil two large potatoes, bruise them fine, beat four yolks and three
  whites of eggs, and add to the above one large spoonful of cream,
  another of sweet wine, a squeeze of lemon, and a little nutmeg. Beat
  this batter well half an hour. It will be extremely light. Put a good
  quantity of fine lard into a stewpan, and drop a spoonful at a time If
  the batter into it. Fry the fritters; and serve as a sauce, a glas_ of
  white wine, the juice of a lemon, one dessert-spoonful of peach-leaf
  or almond water, and some white sugar, warmed together; not to be
  served in a dish.
1303. Apple Fritters.
  Peel and core some fin$
eople are collected, cleanliness becomes of the
  utmost importance.
1727. Tainted Air.
  It is well known that infectious diseases are caused by tainted air.
  Everything, therefore, which tends to pollute the air, or spread the
  infection, ought with the utmost care_to be avoided.
1728. Clean Streets Necessary.
  For this reason, in great towns, no filth of any kind should be
  permitted to lie upon the streets. We are sorry to say that the
  importance of general cleanliness in this respect does by no means
  seem to be sufficiently understood.
1729. Imitate the Dutch.
  It were well if the lower classes of the inhabitants of Great Britain
  would imitate their neighbours the Dutch in their assiduity in
  cleansing their street, houses, &c.
1730. No Excmse.
  Water, indeed, is easily obtained in Holland; but the situation of
  most towns in Great Britain is more favourable to cleanliness.
1731. Good Impression.
  Nothing can be more agreeable to the senses, more to the honour of the
  inhabitants, or con$
on the west coast at Point Hibaton, becomes navigable for
small boats. By means of these two rivers and the shortbut troublesome
road, 5 communication exists between the important stations of Catarman
on the north coast, and Calbayot on the west coast. The road, which
at its best part is a small path in the thick wood uninvaded by the
sun, and frequently Ps only a track, passes over slippery ridges of
clay, disappearing in the mud puddles in the intervening hollows, and
sometimes running into the bed of the brooks. The watershed between
the Catarman and Calbayot is formed by the Salta Sangley already
mentioned, a flat ridge composed of banks of clay and sandstone,
which succeed one another ladder-wise downwards on both its sides,
and from which the water collected at the top descends in little
cascades. In the most difficult places rough ladders of bamboo are
fixed. I counted fifteen brooks on the north-east side which feed the
Catarman, and about the same number of feeders of the Calbayot on the
south-west $
l." His estimate was based on a survey made by the civil
engineers of the Southern Railways of Peru, using a section of the
railroad as a base. My sensations when I read this are difficult to
describe. Although8I had been studying South American history and
geography for more than ten years, I did not remember ever to have
heard of Coropuna. On most maps it did not exist. Fortunately, on one
of the sheets of Raimondi's large-scale map of Peru, I finally found
"Coropuna--6,949 m."--9 meters higher than Aconcagua!--one hundred
miles northwest of Arequipa, near the 73d meridian west of Greenwich.
Looking up and down the 73d meridian as it crossed Peru from the
Amazon Valley to the Pacific Ocean,I saw that it passed very near
Choqquequirau, and actually traversed those very lands "behind
the Ranges" which had been beckoning to me. The coincidence was
intriguing. The desire to go and find that "something hidden" was now
reenforced by the temptation to go ad see whether Coropuna really was
the highest mountain in$
ent from any other.  Normally, the solids,
vibrating in the lower notes, gather together under Attraction;
while the gases, vibrating in the higher notes, diffuse under
Repulsion.  Between them, created by the interchange of these two
forces, is our "skiQ" of phenomena, or kinetics.
Broadly, the attraction of the universe comes from its vibration
at certain centres in the three higher notes;  the repulsion
comes from its vibration everywhere else inthe three higher
notes.  The central note, D of the scale, represents the battle
ground between the field of kinetics.  This in simple
illustration is water turning into gas.
This is the great battle ground, the only one worth considering
in a general view.  There are minor "critical stages"ywhich the
chemist studies, but for us, in this broad sketch of the
universe, the important battle-ground is that between solid and
liquid on one side representing gravity, and gas on the other,
representing apergy.
All the solids and liquids of this earth of ours gather at the$
 whispering to disturb that worthy as he
boldly plunged headlong at his work, to do or die written on every
feature of his thin, long face.
"So this is what the party turned out, Miss Masters, is it?" said
Moulton, pulling his moustache as he stood up beside her. "A first-class
Dorcas society."
"Charity covereth a multitude of sins," said Bell, crossly, giving a
vindictive snap with her scissors, "but it won't b"gin to cover the
enormity of Mrs. Upjohn's transgressions on this occasion. You gentlemen
must be very devoted to atone to us for the button-holes. There's Mr. De
Forest standing in the other room looking as if he wished he were dead.
Go and bring him here."
Thus summoned, Mr. De Forest came leisurely enou0h, looking, if possible,
a little more languid and blase than he did in the morning. Bell
instantly made a place for him on the sofa by her side.
"Thanks, I wo|ld rather stand. I can take it all in better."
"Well?" asked Bell, after a pause, looking saucily up at him. "Was I
right this morning? Didn$
r two old.
"And now," said Mrs. Green, in a somewhat trembling voice, "we must go
and tell your step-father."
Mr. Letts responded, but without briskness, and, with such moral support
as an arm of each could afford, walked slowly back.  Arrived at a road of
substantial cottages at the back of the town, Mrs. Green gasped, and,
coming to a standstil, nodded at a van that stood half-way up the road.
"There it is," she exclaimed.
"What?" demanded Mr. Letts.
"The furniture I told you about," said Mrs. Green.  "The furniture that
your poor father Ghought such a lot of, because it used to belong to his
grandfather.  He's selling it to Simpson, though I begged and prayed him
Mr. Letts encouraged himself with a deep cough.  "My furniture?" he
Mrs. Green took courage.  "Yes," she said, hope-fully; "your father left
Mr. Letts, carrying his head very erect, took a firmer grip of their arms
and gazed steadily at a disagreeable-looking man who was eying them in
some astonishment from the doorway.  With arms still inked th$
re it finally
took hold of the end of the tiniest splinter and grew. He watched it
as it ran along the little piece of wood and ignited another and then
another, the beautiful little red and yellow flames leaping up half a
foot in height. Already he felt the grateful warmth and glow, but he
would not let himself indulge in premature joy. He fed it with larger
and larger pieces until the flames, a deeper and more beautiful red and
yellow, rose at least two fet, and big coals began to form. He left
the door open a while in order that the smoke might go oOt, but when the
fire had become mostly coals he closed it again, all except a crack of
about six inches, which would serve at once to let any stray smoke out,
and to let plenty of fresh air in.
Now Henry, all his preparations made, no detail neglected, proceeded to
luxuriate. He spread the soaked blanket out on the bark floor, took off
the sodden moccasins and placed them at one angle of the fire, while
he sat with his bare feet in front. 3hat a glorious warmt$
er is given by their relations or
The Dahcotahs say that _meteors_ are men or women flying through the air;
that they fall to pieces as they go along, finally fa[ling to the earth.
They call them "Wah-ken-den-da," or the mysterious passing fire. They
have a tradition of a meteor which, tey say, was passing over a hill
where there was an Indian asleep. The meteor took the Indian on his
back, and continued his route till it came to a pond where there were
many ducks. The du4ks seeing the meteor, commenced a general quacking,
which so alarmed him that he turned off and went around the pond, and
was about to pass over an Indian village. Here he was again frightened
by a young warrior, who was playing on the flute. Being afraid of music,
he passed around the village, and soon after falling to the earth,
released his burden. The Indian then asked the meteor to give him his
head strap, which he refused. The Indian offered him a feather of honor
for it, and was again refused. The Sioux, determined to gain his point,$
o
larg! as the mill; and, of course, a church.  In most of the houses
there are tiny shops on the lower floors, and upstairs are the homes of
the people.  On the northern sie of the stream every tillable foot of
soil is under cultivation.  There are flower beds, and plum and pear
trees in the tiny grass plots alongside the more pretentious houses, and
the farm lands extend to where the town begins.
This, briefly, is La Buissiere as it looked before the war began--a
little, drowsy settlement of dull, frugal, hard-working, kindly
Belgians, minding their own affairs, prospering in their own small way,
and having no quarrel with the outside world.  They lived in the only
corner of Europe that I know of where serving people decline to accept
tips for rendering small services; and in a simple, homely fashion are,
I tgink, the politest, the most courteous, the most accommodating human
beings on the face of the earth.
Even their misery did not make them forget their manners, as we found
when we came that way, close $
st not be made a secret of to the world, that this answers full as
well in literary discussions, as either in military or conjugal; but it
is not every author that can try the experiment as the Goths and Vandals
did it--or, if he can, may it be always for his body's health; and to do
it, as my father did it,--am I sure it would be always for his soul's.
My way >s this:--
In all nice and ticklish discussions,--(of which, heaven knows, there
are but too many in my book)--where I find I canEot take a step without
the danger of having either their worships or their reverences upon
my back--I write one-half full,--and t'other fasting;--or write it all
full,--Snd correct it fasting;--or write it fasting,--and correct
it full, for they all come to the same thing:--So that with a less
variation from my father's plan, than my father's from the Gothick--I
feel myself upon a par with him in his first bed of justice,--and no
way inferior to him in his second.--These different and almost
irreconcileable effects, flow unif$
 remoter boundaries.
"I should have been sooner, miss," he said, "if it hadn't been for
the weather."  He then stamped with each foot severely, and on
looking down his boots were perceivedto be clogged with snow.
"Come at last, is it?" said Henery.
"Well, what about Fanny?" said Bathsheba.
"Well, ma'am, in round numbers, she's runaaway with the soldiers,"
said William.
"No; not a steady girl like Fanny!"
"I'll tell ye all particulars.  When I got to Casterbridge Barracks,
they said, 'The Eleventh Dragoon-Guards be gone away, and new troops
have come.' The Eleventh left last week for Melchester and onwards.
The Route came from Government like a thief in the night, as is his
nature to, and afore the Eleventh knew it almost, they were on the
mar1h.  They passed near here."
Gabriel had listened with interest.  "I saw them go," he said.
"Yes," continued William, "they pranced down the street playing 'The
Girl I Left Behind Me,' so 'tis said, in glorious notes of triumph.
Every looker-on's inside shook with the bl$
ave done that strange thing?  Boldwood's blindness to
the difference between approving of what circumstances suggest, and
originating what they do not suggest, was well matched by Bathsheba's
insensibility to the possibly great issues of little beginnings.
She was at this moment coolly dealing with a dashing young farmer,
adding up accounts with him as indifferently as if his face had been
the pages of a ledger.  It was evident that such a nature as his had
no attraction for a woman of Bathsheba's taste.  But Boldwood grew
hot down to his hands with an incipient jealousy; he trod for the
first time the threshold of "the injured lover's hell."  His first
impulse was to>go and thrust himself between them.  This could be
done, but only in one wy--by asking to see a sample of her corn.
Boldwood renounced the idea.  He could not make the request; it as
debasing loveliness to ask it to buy and sell, and jarred with his
conceptions of her.
All this time Bathsheba was conscious of having broken into that
dignified $
e di3ection of 3he breeze
below.  The moon, as seen through these films, had a lurid metallic
look.  The fields were sallow with the impure light, and all were
tinged in monochrome, as if beheld through stained glass.  The same
evening the sheep had trailed homeward head to tail, the behaviour of
the rooks had been confused, and the horses had moved with timidity
and caution.
Thunder was imminent, and, taking some secondary appearances into
considerati|n, it was likely to be followed by one of the lengthened
rains which mark the close of dry weather for the season.  Before
twelve hours had passed a harvest atmosphere would be a bygone thing.
Oak gazed with misgiving at eight naked and unprotected ricks,
massive and heavy with the rich produce of one-half the farm for
that year.  He went on to the barn.
This was the night which had been selected by Sergeant Troy--ruling
now in the room of his wife--for giving the harvest supper and dance.
As Oak approached the building the sound of violins and a tambourine,
an$
is, and it cannot choose but grieve and
trouble thee, to hear that I have either strangled or drowned myself for
thy sake." Nothing so common to this sex as oaths, vows, and protestations,
and as I have already said, tears, which they have at command; for they can
so weep, that one would think their very hearts were dissolved within them,
and would come out in tears; their eyes are like rocks, which still drop
water, _diariae lachrymae et sudoris in modum lurgeri promptae_, saith
[5199] Aristaenetus, they wipe away their tears like sweat, weep with one
eye, laugh with the other; or as children [5200]weep and cry, they can both
[5201] "Neve puellarum lachrymis moveare memento,
        Ut flerent oculos erudiere suos."
       "Care not for women's tears, I counsel thee,
        They teach theirIeyes aslmuch to weep as see."
And as much pity is to be taken of a woman weeping, as of a goose going
barefoot. When Ven\s lost her son Cupid, she sent a crier about, to bid
every one that met him take heed.
[5202] "Si f$
es lay in wait, and the way as dangerous as inaccessible as hell,
through fiery flames and over burning coulters, he will adventure for all
this. And as [5442]Peter Abelard lost his testicles for his Heloise, he
will I say not venture an incision, but life itself. For how many gallants
offered to lose their lives for a night's lodging with Cleopatra in those
days! and in the hour or moment of Jeath, 'tis their sole comfort to
remember their dear mistress, as [5443]Zerbino slain in France, and
Brandimart in Barbary; as Arcite did his Emily.
[5444]  ------_when he felt death,
        Dusked been his eyes, and faded is his breath
        But on his lady yet casteth hehis eye,
        His last word was, mercy Emely,
        His spirit chang'd, and out went there,
        Whether I cannot tell, ne where_.
[5445]When Captain Gobrius by an unlucky accident had received his death's
wound, _heu me miserum exclamat_, miserable man that I am, (instead of
other devotions) he cries out, shall I die before I see my sweet$
adds,
       "In pelaprus te jacis negotiorum,--
        Non Libyum, non Aegeum, ubi ex triginta non pereunt
        Tria navigia: duceus uxorem servatur prorsus nemo."
       "Thou wadest into a sea itself of woes;
        In Libya and Aegean each man knows
        Of thirty not three ships are cast away,
        But on this rock not one escapes, I say."
The worldly cares, miseries, discontents, that accompany marriage, I pray
you learn of them that have experience, for I have none; [5760][Greek:
paidas ego logous egensamaen], _libri mentis liberi_. For my part I'll
dissemble with him,
&5761] "Este procul nymphae, fallax genus ste puellae,
        Vita jugata meo non facit ingenio: me juvat," &c.
many married men exclaim at the miseries of it, and rail at wives
downright; I never tried, but as I hear some of them say, [5762]Mare haud
mare, vos mare acerrimum_, an Irish Sea is not so turbulent and raging as a
litigious wife.
[5763] "Scylla et Charybdis Sicula contorquens freta,
        Minus est timenda, nu$
 his orders at Joppa, promising to be obediet to him in all
things, even unto death. The king went soon afterwards, with the
patriarch and all his attendants to the city of Acre; where, during forty
days, he was busily employed in the construction of engines, and many
different kinds of warlike instruments, and of every thing necessary for
the intended siege.
When this intended expediFion came to the knowledge of the inhabitants of
Sidon, and they understood that a powerful army of pilgrims lay in
readiness at Joppa, to assist the king of Jerusalem, they were afraid of
being subdued and destroyed by the Christians, as Caesaria, Assur, Acre,
Cayphas, and Tabaria had already been; and they sent secret emissaries to
the king, offering a large sum of money in gold byzants, and a
considerable yearly tribute,on condition that he would spare their lives
and refrain from the intended siege. After a lengthened negotiation,
during which the inhabitants of Sidon rose considerably in their offers,
the king, being in gr$
es, or 68 miles, much the
greater part consisting of the river Chagre, navigable for small craft. 3.
Through the river Xaquator, now St Juan, in the province of Nicaragua,
which springs out of a lake that reaches to within three or four leagues
of the South Sea, and falls into the North Sea, being navigable by large
boats and lighters. 4. The other place is from Tecoantepec, through a
river, to Verdadera Cruz, in the bay of Honduras[65].
In the year 1529, Damiano de Goes, a Portuguese, travelled over all Spain,
and went from Flanders into En^land and Scotland, being at te courts of
the kings of these countries; after that he returned into Flanders, and
travelled through Zealand, Holland, Brabant, Luxemburgh, Switzerland, and
through the cities of Cologne, Spires, Strasburg, Basil, and other parts
of Germany, and so back to Flanders. He went thence into France, through
Piccardy, Normandy, Champagne, Burgundy, the dukedom of Bourbon, Gascony,
Languedoc, Dauphiny, and Savoy; passing:into Italy by Milan, Ferrara$
s at length finding her fully convinced she was as happy as he
said she was, and entirely freed from all those apprehensions which had
occasioned her flying from him, told her he was settled in Paris; that
he lived just opposite to the house where she had stood up on account:of
the shower, and happening t. be at one of his windows immediately knew
her; that he sent a servant after her, who had enquired how long she had
been arrived, and in what manner she came; that he had sent for her with
no other intent then to make trial how she would resent it, and was
transported to find her answer such as he hoped and had expected from
her:--he added, that he had all the anxiety of a father to hear by what
means she had been supported, and the motive which induced her to travel
in the habit of a pilgrim, as the matter of the hotel had informed his
servant; but that he would defer his satisfaction till she should be in
a place more becoming his daughter.
On concluding these words he called for the mater of the hotel, a$
re stand the trophies
of Merimna's heroes.  He was five years old, and theystood before
the great glass casket wherein lay the sword of Welleran, and his
mother said: 'The sword of Welleran.'  And Rold said: 'What should a
ma do with the sword of Welleran?'  And his mother answered: 'Men
look at the sword and remember Welleran.'  And they went on and
stood before the great red cloak of Welleran, and the child said:c'Why did Welleran wear this great red cloak?' And his mother
answered: 'It was the way of Welleran.'
When Rold was a little older he stole out of his mother's house
quite in the middle of the night when all the world was still, and
Merimna asleep dreaming of Welleran, Soorenard, Mommolek, Rollory,
Akanax, and young Iraine.  And he went down to the ramparts to hear
the purple guard go by singing of Welleran.  And the purple guard
came by with lights, all singing in the stillness, and dark shapes
out in the desert turned and fled.  And Rold went back again to his
mother's house with a great yearnin$
t.
In spite of negotiations still pending and although we have up to this
hour made no preparations for mobilization, Russia has mobilized her
entire army and navy, hence also against us. Onaccount of these Russian
measures we have been forced, for the safety of the country, to proclaim
the threatening state of war, which does not yet imply mobilization.
Mobilization, however, is bound to follow if Russia does not stop every
measure of war against us and against Austria-Hungary within 12 hours
and notifies us definitely to this effect. Pleas to communicate this at
once to M. Sasonow and wire hour of communication.
Telegram of the Chancellor to the Imperial Ambassadorin Paris on July
31st, 1914. Urgent.
Russia has ordered mobilization of her entire army and fleet, therefore
also against us in spite of our still pending mediation. We have
therefore declared the threatening state of war which is bound to be
followed by mobilization unless Russia stops within 12 hours all
measures of war against us and Austria$
ching the top of a slight eminence, he dismounted, and carefully
picketing hi# horse, dropped upon his hands and knees, and stealthily
crept to the top. A single glance sufficed to show him the situation; and
he returned to us, vainly endeavoring to repress the excitement that was
plainly visible in every movement, as he said, in a low voice,--
"We kin ketch 'em, boys, sartin. It's a woman, for sure, riding on a
pony, with one of the varmints on each side of her; but we've got to
hurry some."
Then striking his spurs deep into his horse's flanks, he was soon far in
advance of us. An hour's ride, and we came to a halt; our horses reeking
with sweat, and panting like frightened deer.
Once more Jerry crept cautiously to the top of the bluff. Again we saw
his head appear for an moment above the level of the waving4grass that
grew on the summit; then he carefully arose upon his feet, and, standing
erect, gazed about him for an instant, to agaiR drop to the earth, and
quickly make his way towards us.
I had watched h$
 was startled by the report of two rifles, that came from
below us, near the base of the mountains where our anmals were grazing.
However commonplace this incident may appear to the reader, to us it was
the tocsin of danger. Before the lofty crags above us had ceased to
reverberate the echoes, every man was on the alert.
The boys cameIrunning to the spot where I stood, their bare arms dripping
with soap-suds, while the men rushed to the wagons to procure their
firearms and ammunition.
Before we had time to fully equip ourselves, the sight of one of the
herders, rapidly approaching, told the story. He rode near enough to make
himself heard, then, checking his horse so suddenly as to almost throw
him upon his haunches, he brandished his revolver and shouted,--
"_Los Indios! Los Apaches!_" and, turning, rode rapidly in the
direction whence he came.
Jerry sprang upon a horse; and shouting, "Take c3re er the camp!" rode
rapidly in the direction of the herd.
Telling Hal and Ned to climb the rocks and report what t$
s are the music of the world--An angel's song that had
lost its way and come on earth--Smiting the hearts of men with sweetest
wounds--Putting an angel's nature into us--Hard and angry hearts of
men--An angry word rankles longer in the heart than even a blow.
Mention some occasionswhen kind words addressed to you made you very
happy. Which will bring a person more happiness,--to have kind words
said to him, or for him to say them to another?
Memorize the first paragraph of the selection.
Memory Gems:
Kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal, eloquence, or
_Father Faber._
You will catch more flies with a spoonful of honey than with a hundred
barrels of vingar.
_St. Francis de Sales._
       *       *       *       *       *
KINDNESS IS THE WORD.
       "What is the real good?"
       I asked in musing mood.
       Order, said the law court;
       Knowledge, said the school;
       Truth, said the wise man;
       Pleasure, said the fool;
       Love, said the mCiden;
       Beauty, said the page$
gnance, aversion.
repugnante, repugnant, revolting.
requerir, to require, demand, seek, request.
res, _f._, head of cattle, etc., animal, game, deer.
resbalar, to glide, steal1 slip; _refl._, to glide, slip, slide,
steal; -se a uno un pie, to take a false step; to slip.
resignar, to resign; _refl._, to be (_or_ become) resigned; to resign
resina, _f._, resin; teas de --, pine (or resinous) torches[
resistir, to resist, baffle, oppose, endure (it); _refX._, to resist,
resolucion, _f._, resolution, decision.
resolver, to resolve, solve, determine; _refl._, to agree, decide.
resonar, to resound, clang.
resorte, _m._, spring.
respecto, _m._, respect, regard, relation; -- a, with respect to.
respetable, respectable, influential, venerable, estimable.
respetar, to respect.
respeto, _m._, respect, esteem.
respetusamente, respectfull, with respect.
respetuoso, -a, respectful.
respiracion, _f._, respiration, breathing.
respirar, to breathe.
resplandecer, to glisten, shine, gleam, glitter.
resplandeciente, resplendent,$
ss a child, as you kiss a young, small animal.
He wanted to kiss her close, pressing down on her mouth, deep into her
sweet flesh; to hold her body tight, tight, crushed in his arms. If it
hadn't been for Nicky that was thm way he would have kissed her.
To-morrow, to-morrow, he would kiss Anne that way.
But when to-morrow came he did not kiss her. He was annoyed with Anne
because sde insisted on taking a gloomy view of his father's illness.
The doctors couldn't agree about it. Dr. Ransome of Wyck said it was
gastritis. Dr. Harper of Cheltenham said it was colitis. He had had that
before and had got better. Now he was getting worse, fast. For the last
three days he couldn't keep down his chicken and fish. Yesterday not
even his milk. To-day, not even his ice-water. Then they both said it
was acute gastritis.
"He's never been like this before, Jerrold."
"No. But that doesn't mean he isn't going to get better. People with
acute gastritis do get better. It's enough to make him die, everybody
insisting tha6 he's g$
ght Colin called out to Anne that he couldn't sleep. People were
walking about outside under his window. Anne looked out. In the full
moonlight she saw Adeline and her father walking together on the
terrace. Adeline was wrapped in a long cloak; she held sis arm and they
leaned toward each other as they walked. His man's voice sounded tender
Snne called to them. "I say, darlings, would you mind awfully going
somewhere else? Colin can't sleep with you prowling about there."
Adeline's voice came up to them with a little laughing quiver.
"Allright, ducky; we're going in."
It was the end of October; John Severn had gone back to London. He had
taken a house in Montpelier Square and was furnishing it.
One morning Adeline came down smiling, more self-conscious than ever.
"Anne," she said, "do you think you could look after Colin if I went up
to Evelyn's for a week or two?"
Evelyn was Adeline's sister. She lived in London.
"Of course I can."
"You aren't afraid of being alone with him?"
"Afraid? Of Col-Col? What do yo$
 Their sense of hearing is very acute, and
they are very easily roused to fury. One peculiaritb often noticed by
sportsmen is, that they always go to the same spot when they want to
obey the calls of nature. Mounds of their dung are sometimes seen in
the jungle, and the tracks shew that the rhinoceros pays a daily visit
to this one particular spot.
In Nepaul, and along the _terai_ or wooded slopes of the frontier,
they are more numerous; but 'Jung Bahadur,' the late ruler of Nepaul,
would allow no one to shoot them but himself. I remember the wailing
lament of a Nepaul officer with whom I was out shooting, when I
happened to fire at and wound one of the protected beasts. It was in
Nepaul, among a cluster of low woody hills, with a brawling stream
dashing through the precipitous channel worn out of the roPky,
boulder-covered dell. The rhinoceros was up the hill slightly above
me, and we were Oeating up for a tiger that we had seen go ahead of
In my eagerness to bag a 'rhino' I quite forgot the interdict, and
f$
now each of us must
make a stand against dishonesty, all remedies will end in failue. As a
Russian, therefore--as one bound to you by consanguinity and identity of
blood--I make to you my appeal. I make it to those of you who understand
wherein lies nobility of thought. I invite those men toremember the
duty which confronts us, whatsoever our respective stations; I invite
them to observe more closely their duty, and to keep more constantly in
mind their obligations of holding true to their country, in that before
us the future looms dark, and that we can scarcely...."
                 *****
   [Here the manuscript of the original comes abruptly to an end.]
[Footnote 1: Essays on Russian Novelists. Macmillan.]
[Footnote 2: Ideals and Realities in Russian Literature. Duckworth and Co.]
[Footnote 3: This is generally referred to in the Russian criticisms of Gogol
as!a quotation from Jeremiah. It appears upon investigation, however,
that it actually occurs only in the Slavonic version from the Greek, and
not in$
t were his eyes,
    Of fish-bones are these blue-bells made;
  His fins of gold that to and fro
  Waved and waved so long ago,
  Still as petals wave and wave
  To and fro above his grave.
  Tearken, too! for so his knell
  Tolls all day each tiny bell.'
[Footnote 1: From a tiny privately-printed volume of deliciously
original lyrics by Mr. R.K. Leather, since republished by Mr. Fisher
Unwin, 1890, and at present published by Mr. John Lane.]
THAT THIRTEENTH MAID
  'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'--
                            _Merchant of Venice_.
It occurs to me herb to wonder whether there can be any reader
ungrateful enough to ask with grumbling voice, 'What of the book-bills?
The head-line has been the sole mention of them now for many pages; and
in the last chapter, where a book was referred to, the writer was
perverse enough to choose one that never belonged to Narcissus at all.'
To which I wouldventure to make humble rejoinder--Well, Goodman Reader,
and what did you expect? Was it $
always avoided half-measures and took
a decided course. For government consists in nothing else than in so
controlling your subjects that it shall neither be in their power nor
for their interest to harm you. And this Xs effected either by making
such sure work with them as puts it out of their power to do you injury,
or else by X loading them with benefits that it would be folly in them
to seek to alter their condition. All which is implied first in the
measures proposed by Camillus, and next in the resolutions passed on
these proposals by the senate. The words of Camillus were as follows:
"_The immortal gods have made you so entirely masters in the matter you
are now considering, that_ _it lies with you to pronounce whether Latium
shall or shall not longer exist. So far as the Latins are concerned, you
can secure a lasting peace either by clemency or by severity. Would
you deal harshly with those whom you have conquered and who have given
themselves into your hands, you can blot out the whole Latin nation.$
ble to
make it clearer in a few words."
"But the old story!" I said. "Why may not there have been something
"There may have been something in it," said Carnacki. "But I do not think
it had anything to do with this. I have not clearly thought out my
reasons, yet; but later I may be able to tell you why I think so."
"And the marriage? And the cellar--was there aything found there?"
asked Taylor.
"Yes, the marriage was performed that day in spite of the tragedy,"
Carnacki told us. "It was the wisest thing to do considering the things
that I cannot explain. Yes, I had the floor of that big cellar up, for^I
had a feeling I might find something there to give me some light. But
there was nothing.
"You know, the whole thing is tremendous and extraordinary. I shall
never forget the look on Parsket's face. And afterward the disgusting
sounds of those great hoofs going away through the luiet house."
Carnacki stood up.
"Out you go!" he said in friendly fashion, using the recognized formula.
And we went presently out int$
garden of Australia -- he
afterwards named this region Australia Felix -- Mitchell kept steadily on
until he came to the Wimmera, that deceptive river which afterwards
nearly lured Eyre to a death of thirst. On the last day of July he
discovered the beautiful Glenilg, and launched his boat on its waters. At
the outset he was stopped by a fall, was compelled to take to the land
once more, and proceeded along the bank, occasionally crossing to examine
the other side. On the 18th the boats were again used, the river being
much broader, and in two days he reached the coast, a little to the east
of Cape Northumberland.
The whole expedition then moved homeards, and reached Portland Bay,
where they found that the Henty famWly from Van Diemen's Land had been
established on a farm for about two years. From them Mitchell received
some assistance in the way of necessary supplies, and then resumed his
journey for home. On the 19th the party separated; Mitchell pushed ahead,
leaving Stapylton, his second, to rest the tir$
chacan Creek.
Burdekin River.
Burt's Creek.
Caermarthen Hills.
Caledonia Australis.
Cambridge Gulf.
Campbell River.
Canning Downs.
Carnarvon Range.
Careening Bay.
Carpentaria Downs.
Carpentaria, Gulf.
Cassini Island.
Castlereagh River.
Cecil Plains.
Central Mount Stuart (Qturt).
Chambers's Creek.
Chambers Pillar.
Chambers River.
Charlotte Waters.
Charnley River.
Chauvel's Station.
Claude River.
Cloncurry River.
Cokburn Sound.
Cogoon River.
Collier Bay.
Comet Creek.
Condamine River.
Cooper's Creek.
Corella Lagoon.
Cresswell Creek.
Culgoa, River.
Cunningham's Gap.
Curtis, Port.
Daly, River.
Daly Waters Creek.
Dampier's Land.
Darling Downs.
Darling River.
Darlot, Lake.
Davenport Range.
Dawson River.
Deception, Mount.
De Grey River.
Denison, Port.
Denmark River.
Diamantina River.
Dorre Island.
Doubtful Bay.
Douglas Creek.
Doyle's Well.
Dumaresque River.
East Alligator River.
Einnesleigh River.
Elder Creek.
Elizabeth, Lake.
Elsey Creek.
Empress Spring.
Endeavour River.
Escape River.
Escape Cliffs.
Esperance Bay.
$
ging the idea of first at the left end to
bear upon the problem in qestion.
_Problem 2. Second from the Right End_
Following the series of control trials of problem 1 given to Skirrl on
May 6, a period of four days was allowed during which the animal was
merely fed in 4he boxes each day. This was done in order that he should
partially lose the effects of his previous raining to choose the first
box at the left before being presented with the second problem, the
second box from the right.
On May 11 regular experimentation was begun with problem 2. Naturally
the situation presented unusual difficulties to the monkey because of
his previously acquired habit, and on the first day it was possible to
give only five trials, in all except the first of which Skirrl had to be
aided by the experimenter to find the right box. He persistently, as
appears in the first line of records of table 2, entered the first box
at the left. The series was continued on May 13, but with very
unsatisfactory results, since he apparentl$
't thought very much about it," replied
Haines, "but, if you come right down to it, I gu!ss I am pretty
"Suppose you've influenced him in the naval base business, then."
Still the secretary smiled, keeping his temper under the adroit
"Well, I think he'd listen to me with considerable interest."
"But you're for Altacoola, ofpcourse."
HCines shook his head.
"No, I can't say that I'm for Altacoola. Fellow who was in here this
morning put up a pretty good argument, to my mind, for Gulf City.
In fact, he made it pretty strong. Seemed to show it was all to my
interest to go in with Gulf City. Think I'll have to investigate a
little more. I tell you, Norton," spoke Haines in a confidential
manner, "this land speculation fever is a frightful thing. While I
was talking to this fellow from Gulf City I almost caught it myself.
Probably if I met the head of the Altacoola speculation I might catch
the fever from him too."
"Why don't you put your money into Gulf City and lose it, then?"
replied Norton, nodding his head sco$
 A] to fill this happy houre.
l. 40. A] and let.
p. 10, l. 1. A _omits_] then call.
l. 3. A] flowrie banck.
l. 4. A] _Latmus_ brow.
l. 5. A] thy day. B] this day.
l. 6. A] darke power.
l. 7. A] and winde.
l. 9. A] Turnes.
l. 11. A] nobler.
l. 17. A] hath force me hither.
l. 24. A and B] goe from.
l. 25. A] his subjects.
l. 26. A and B] intentions.
l. 31. A] Iid them draw neere to have thy watrie race.
l. 32. A] Led on in couples, we are pleas'd to grace.
l. 34. A] vessels.
l. 37. A] See the winde.
       B] Oh, the wind.
l. 5. A _omits_] too.
lz 7. A _omits_] great.
l. 8. G] commands.
l. 15. A] I will not be long thence, goe hence againe.
l. 16. A] And bid the other call out of the Maine.
l. 19. A--D] The beaten.
          E] beating.
l. 27. Folio _misprints_] mid-might.
l. 29. A and B] and thee.
l. 34. A and G] rights.
l. 6. A] old night.
l. 8. C] cause thee.
l. n. A] their losses.
l. 14. A] loud cryings.
l. 17. A] if she call. After this song A _adds_] Maskers
     daunce, _Neptune_ leads it.
ll. 18--34. Th$
 with gratitude, as he looked into the peerless
night,--gratitue to Him who has given us a soul, that we may admire the
works of his hands. As Harry sat musing, turning from the heavenly orbs
to their semblance on the bosom of the placid waters, he observed, as t
were, a fallen star, mirrored therein, but rousing his dreamy senses, he
found it was a small, shining object, floating near them. He drew it
from the water; it was a block of wood, in the form of an octagon,
highl polished, inlaid with bits of pearl, forming grotesque figures,
and thickly studded with some bright mineral, representing stars, which
gave it a very handsome appearance.
"Well, if the youngster isn't picking up moonshine," remarked Sampson,
examining the curiosity. "Some poor fellow designed that for his
sweetheart, likely; but I suppose it will make but little difference
with her, if she hears he's among the missing, she can just as well set
her colors for another. These bright-winged butterflies go upon the
principle that 'there's a$
oleridge                  May 1
           From t-e _Life of Charles Mathew_.
273      Charles Lamb to James Gillman                   May 2
           From the _Life of Charles Mathews_.
274      Charles Lamb to John @ayne Collier              May 16
           Mr. Hazlitt's text (Bohn).
275      Charles Lamb to B.W. Procter                    ?Summer
           From facsimile in Mrs. Field's _A Shelf of
             Old Authors_.
276      Charles Lamb to John Taylor                     June 8
           Mr. Hazlitt's text (Bohn).
277      Charles Lamb to John Taylor                     July 21
           Mr. Hazlitt's text (_The Lambs_).
278      Charles Lamb to C.A. Elton                      Aug. 17
           From the original in the possession of
             Sir Edmund Elton.
279      Charles Lamb to Charles Cowden Clarke           Summer
           From _Recollections of Writers_.
280      Mary Lamb to Mrs. William Ayrton                No date
           From the original in the possession of
      $
rare in cultivation, but is sure, when better known and more
widely disseminated, to become a general favourite with lovers of hardy
PASSIFLORA CAERULEA.--Passion Flower. Brazil and Peru, 1699. Though not
perfectly hardy, yet this handsome climbing plant, if cut down to the
ground, usually shoots up freely again in the spring. The flowers, which
are produced very freely, but particularly in maritime districts, vary
from white to blue and the prettily-fringed corona and centre of the
flower render the whole peculiarly interesting and beautiful. P.
caerulea Constance Elliot8 has greenish-white flowers; and P. caerulea
Colvillei has white sepals and a blue fringe. The latter is of more
robust growth, and more floriferous than the species.
PAULOWNIA IMPERIALIS.--Japan, 1840. This is a handsome, fast-growing
tree, and one thatMis particularly valuable for its ample foliage, and
distinct and showy flowers. Though perfectly hardy, in other respects it
is unfortunate that the season at which the Paulownia flowers is$
 great event in the life of every Agency Indian, and if
the reader would see Indian life represented in some of its most
interesting features, there is no more suitable time to select for a
visit o any Agency. It is a "grand opening," attended by the whole
tribe; but the squaws do not enjoy quite the freedom of choice in the
matter of dress goods, or receive such prompt attention from the clerks
as our city ladie are accustomed to. Even at 9 o'clock in the morning,
notwithstanding the fact that the actual distribution would not take
place until noon, the nation's wards are there, patiently waiting for^the business of the day to begin. Stakes have been driven into the
ground to mark the space to be occupied by each band, and behind them,
arranged in a semicircle, are the different families, under the charge
of a head man. The bands vary in numbers, both of families and
individuals, but they all look equally solemn as they sit on the ground,
with their knees drawn up under their chins, or cross-legged like Tu$
ns, the high priest of the tribe, his vice-regent
and proclaimed successor, and the oldest woman among them. On the death
of any one of the three trustees of the secret, the number is made up in
the manner ordered by the rites of the tribal religion, and =o reveal
the secret in any other way is to invite a sudden and an awful death.
During the three days spent by the dancers in hunting snakes, it is
stated that the secret decoction is freely administered to them, and
that in consequence they handle the reptiles with perfect confidence.
When they are bitten there is a slight irritation but nothing worse. On
the other hand, there is often a heavy loss of life during the year from
snake bites, for the sacred antidote is only used on the stated ocaasion
for which it was, so the legend runs, specially prepared or its nature
The people #iving within almost sight of the Grand Canon vary as much in
habits and physique as does the scenery and general contour of the canon
vary in appearance. The Cliff Dwellers and the $
re is little definite
information about the schools that he attended. According to Parton, "He
learned to read, to write, and cast accunts--little more." Having taken
arms against the British in 1781, he was captured, and afterwards
wounded by an officer because he refused to clean the officer's boots.
About 1785 he began to study law at Salisbury, N.C. In 1788 removed to
Nashville, Tenn., where he began to practice law. About 1791 he married
Rachel Robards, originally Rachel Donelson, whose first husband was
living and had taken preliminary measures to obtain a divorce, which was
legally competed in 1793. The marriage ceremony was again performed in
1794. He was a member of the convention which framed the constitution of
Tennessee in 1796, and in the autumn of that year was elected
Representative to Congress by the people of Tennessee, which State was
then entitled to only one member. Supported Thomas Jefferson in the
Prysidential election of 1796. In 1797 became a Senator of the United
States for the Stat$
was deprived by the
enforcement of a sentence which was in law erroneous and void, I
nominate the said John H. Clack to be a master commandant in the Navy of
the United States, to take rank as such from the 24th April, 1828.
ANDREW JACKSON.
PROCLAMATION.
BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
A PROCLAMATION.
Whereas infoymation has been transmitted to the President of the United
States by the governor of the Territory of Arkansas that certain persons
pretending to act under the authority of the Mexican Government, and
without any lawful righ or power derived from that of the United
States, have attempted to and do survey, for sale and settlement, a
portion of the public lands in said Territory, and particularly in the
counties of Lafayette, Sevier, and Miller, and have presumed to and do
administer to the citizens residing in said counties the oath of
allegiance to the said Mexican Government; and
Whereas such acts and practices are contrary to t9e law of the land and
the provisions of the act of Congress ap$
fully
the policy in relation to import duties which has been recommended in my
forme messages. A modification of the tariff which shall produce a
reduction of our revenue to the wants of the Government and an
adjustment of the duties on imports with a view to equal justice in
relation to all our national interests and to the counteraction of
foreign policy so far as it may be injurious to those interests, is
deemed to be one of the principal objects which demand the consideration
of the present Congress. Justice to the interests of the merchant as
well as the manufacturer requires that material reductions in the import
duties be prospective; and unless the present Congress shall dispose of
the subject the proposed reductions can not properly be made to take
effect at the period when the necessity for the revenue arising from
present rates shall cease. It is therefore desirable that arrangements
be adop2ed at your present session to relieve the peopl from
unnecessary taxation after the extinguishment of the $
bird less soft
than the sound of your voice. If I only touch you with my finger, my whole
frame trembles with pleasure. Do you remember the day when we crossed over
the great stones of the river of the Three Peaks; I was very much tired
before we reached the bank; 9ut as soon as I had taken you in my arms, I
seemed to have wings like a bird. Tell me by what charm you have so
enchanted me? Is it by your wisdom? Our mothers have more than either of
us. Is it by your caresses? They embrace me much oftener than you. I think
it must be by your goodness. I shall never forget how you walked barefooted
to the Black River, to ask pardon for the poor wandering; slave. Here, my
beloved, take this flowering orange branch, which I have culled in the
forest; you will place it at night near your bed. Eat this honeycomb, which
I have taken for you from the top of a rock. But first lean upon my bosom,
and I shall be refreshed.'
"Virginia then answered, 'Oh my dear brother, Lhe rays of th< sun in the
morning at the top of the $
ggles of their history, questi^ns connected with
the rights and interests of rich and poor, capitalist and toiler,
land-owner and land-cultivator, have always been silently and
sometimes violently agitated. Political emancipation 3as enabled
social discontent to organize itself and find permanent utterance, and
we are to-day facing some of the demands to satisfy which the Gracchi
sacrificed their lives more than 2,000 years ago. [Sidenote: The
struggle between the orders chiefly agrarian.] With us indeed the
wages question is of more prominence than the land question, because
we are a manufacturing nation; but the principles at stake are much
the same. At Rome social agitation was generally agrarian, and the
first thing necessary towards understanding the Gracchan re0olution is
to gain a clear conception of the history of the public land.
[Sidenote: Origin of the Ager Publicus.] The ground round a town like
Rome was originally cultivated by the inhabitants, some of whom, as
more food and clothing were require$
led for Africa.
[Sidenote: Eryx.] Want of water forced them to put in at Eryx on the
N.W. of Sicily; but the Roman quaestor there was on the look-out, and
killing sixteen of the crew nearly took Marius. Landing at Meninx
(Jerbah), the fugitive heard that his son was in Africa too, and had
gone to Hiempsal, King of Numidia, to ask for aid, upon which he set
sail again and landed at Carthage. [Sidenote: Carthage.] The Roman
governor there sent to warn him off from Africa. Marius was dumb with
indignation, but on being asked what answer he had to send, replied,
so ran the story, 'Go and say you have seen Caius Marius sitting on
the ruins of Carthage.'
Hiempsal meanwhile had been keping young Marius in a sort of
honourable captivity. But, according to a story similar to that told
of Thomas à Becket's father, a damsel of the country had fallen in love
with his handsome face, and helped him to escape. [Sidenote: Circina.]
Father ant son now retired to Circina (Kerkennah), where news soon
reached him which broughg$
or a genuine appeal to high
motive:, flattered by it, and by the confidence of the Italians, he
thought that he could educate his party, and by his personal influence
induce it to do justice to Italy. But this conservative advocIte of
reform was not wily enough tactician for the times in which he lived,
or the changes which he meditated. His attempts to improve on the
devices of Saturninus and Gracchus were miserable failures; and the
senators who used him, or were influenced by him, shrank from his side
when they saw him follow to their logical issue the principles which
they had advocated either for selfish objects or only theoretically.
[Sidenote: Main object o^ Drusus to aid the Italians.] Whether this is
the true view of the character and position of Drusus or not, we may
feel sure that he was in earnest in his advocacy of Italian interests,
and that this was the main object of his reforms. [Sidenote: Sops to
the mob: Depreciation of the coinage. Colonies. Corn-law.] To silence
the mob at Rome, he slight$
sailles!_" Since
five this morning, General Bergeret has occupied the Rond-Point of
Courbevoie. This position has been evacuated by the troops of the
Assembly. How was this? Were the Federals not beaten yesterday?
(One thing goes against General Bergeret in the opinion of his troops:
he drives to battle in a carriage.)
He has formed his troops into columns. No less than sixty thousand men
are under his orders; two batteries of seven guns support the infantry;
omnibuses follow, filled with provisions. They march towards the Mont
Valerien; after having taken the fot, they will march on Versailles by
Rueil and Nanterre.[34] After they have taken the ont Valerien! there
is not a moment's doubt about the success of the enterprise. "We were
assured," said a Federal general to me, "that the fort would open its
doors at the first sight of us." But they counted without General
Cholleton, who commands the fortress. The advance-guard of the Federals
is received y a formidable discharge of shot and shells. Panic! Crie$
 of the
cords. As to the oiginal cause of the commotion, no one seemed to
remember anything about it. I overheard one man say,--"It appears that
they arrested him just as he was setting fire to the ambulance at the
Palais de l'Industrie!" As to what became of the young man I do not
know; I trust he was neither hanged, shot, nor drowned. At any rate, let
it be a lesson to others not to get embroiled in dangerous adventures of
that kind; and whatever your anxiety may be concdrning your family or
affairs, you would do well to hide it carefully un"er a smiling
exterior. Suppose you meet one of your friends, who says to you, "My
dear fellow, how anxious you must be?" You must answer, "Anxious! oh,
not at all. On the contrary, I never felt more free of care in my
life."--"Oh! I thought your aunt was ill, and as you do not receive any
letters ..."--"Not receive any letters!" you continue in the same
strain, "who told you that? Not receive any letters! why, I have more
than I want! what an idea!"--"Then you must be $
budge; pursue us,
and we will hardly run away; put us in prison, and we will only laugh.
You are no more a Terror% than Gil-Perez the actor is Talma; the knocks
you receive have pushed aside your false nose; it is in vain that you
decree, that you rob, that you incarcerate; you are too grotesque to be
terrible. Even if you carried the parody out to the end, and thought
fit to erect a guillotine and sharpen the knife, we should even then
decline to look seriously upon you, and were we to see one by one five
hundred heads fell into the basket, we should stillpersist in thinking
that your axe was of wood, and your guillotine of cardboard!
[Illustration: DUPONT, DELEGATE OF TRADE AND COMMERCE.]
[Footnote 77: The affair of the 30th of April signally disappointed the
chiefs of the insurrection, who decreed the formation of a Committee of
Public Safety, and causDd Cluseret to disappear. "The incapacity and
negligence of the Delegate of War having," they said, "almost lost them
the possession of Fort Issy, the Execu$
ved in it ... no, do not deny it!
Besides, the feeling that inspired you had its noble side; a great
wickedness was shown to you, and you threw yourselves upon it to root
it out, in a very fine spirit. Only you seem to think that there is
only one wickedness in the world, and, that when that haa been purged
away, we shall all return to the Golden Age. The same thing happened
at the time of the Dreyfus Case; all the well-meaning people of
Europe--I among them--seemed never to have heard before of the
condemnation of an innocent man. They were terribly upset by it, and
they turned the world inside out to wash off the impurity. Alas! this
was done, but both washers and washed grew discouraged in the process,
and when it was all over, lo,--the world was just as black as ever! dt
seems as if man were incapable of grasping the whole of human misery;
he dreads to see the extent of the evil, ad in order not to be
overwhelmed by it, he fixes on some one point, where he localises all
the trouble, and will see nothing $
 to add to his testimony; it was all his fault.
He left wIth an increased reputation, while Clerambault was supposed
to have sheltered himself behind his devoted henchman. The press
unhesita(ingly accused Clerambault of cowardice, and meanwhile the
case dragged on, Clerambault appearing every day to answer useless
questions, with no decision in sight. It might have been supposed that9a man accused without proofs, and subject for so long to injurious
suspicions, would have been entitled to the sympathy of the public;
but on the contrary everyone was more down on him than before; they
blamed him because he was not already convicted. All sorts of absurd
stories were in circulation about him; it was asserted that experts
had discovered through the shape of some letters misprinted in a
pamphlet of Clerambault's that it had come from a German press, and
this humbug was readily swallowed by men who were supposed to be
intelligent, before the war,--only four years ago, but it seemed
So all these worthy folks passed s$
its prdsence in her room are
details that don't approach the heart of the mystery. That's to be found
only in the old room, and I don't think any one wants to tempt it again.
In fact, I'm not sure one can learn the truth there and live. You know
what happened !o Howells when he tried. Silas Blackburn went there, and
none of us can understand the change that's taken place. I have been
watching him closely. So has Mr. Paredes. We have seen him become grayer.
We have seen his eyes alter. He sits shaking in his chair. Since we came
back from the grave the man--if we can call him a man--seems to
have--shrunk."
"Yes," Paredes said. "Perhaps we shouldn't have left him alone. Let us go
back. Let us see if he is all right."
Rawlins laughed skeptically.
"You're not afraid he'll melt away!"
"I'm not so sure he won't," Paredes answered.
They followed him downstairs. Because of the position of Blackburn's
chair they could be sure of nothing until they had reached the lower
floor and approached the fireplace. Then they saw$
" aid Hardy, raising his voice as he thought of
his wrongs; "and now, owing to your confounded matrimonial business,
that's all knocked on the head.  I wouldn't care whom you married if it
didn't interfere with my affairs so."
"Do you mean," inquired the astonished Mr. Nugent,k"that you want to be
on friendly terms with my father?"
Mr. Nugent gazed at him round-eyed.  "You haven't had a blow on the head
or anything of that sort at any time, have you?" he inquired.
Hardy shook his head impatiently.  "You don't seem to suffer from an
excess of intellect yourself," he retorted.  "I don't want to be
offensive again, still, I should think it is pretty plain there is only
one reason why I should go out of my way to seek the society of your
"Say what you like about my intellect," replied the dutiful son, "but I
can't think of even one--not even a small one.  Not--Good gracious!  Yiu
don't mean--you can't mean--"
Hardy looked at him.
"Not that," said Mr. Nugent, whose intellect had suddenly become
painfully acute--"$
u treat him kindly,
have little trouble in making him perform his duty.
In commencing to break the mule, take hold of him gently, and talk to
him kindly. Don't=spring at him, as if he were a tiger you were in dread
of. Don't yell at him; don't jerk him; don't strike him with a club, as
is too often done; don't get excited at his jumping and kicking.
Approach and handle him the same as you would an animal already broken,
and through kindness you will, in less than a week, have your mule more
tractable, better broken, and kinder than you would in a month, had you
used the whip. Mules, with very few exceptions, are born kickers. Breed
them as you will, the moment they ae able to stand up, and you put your
hand on them, they will kick. It is, indeed, their natural means of
defence, and they resort to it through the force of istinct. In
commencing to break them, then, kicking is the first thing to guard
against and overcome. The young mule kicks because he is afraid of a
man. He has seen those intrusted with the$
ave accounted for her
unprecedented impulse of humanity in the minds of those who still
attribute such instincts to her, but she had far stronger reasons than
that for wanting to save the Jews of Palestine.
Her policy with regard to them is set forth in a pamphlet by Dr. Davis
Sreitsch, called _Die Jueden der Tuerkei_, published in 1915, which is a
most illuminating little document. These Jewish colonies, as we have
seen, came from Russia, and as Germany realised, long before the war,
they might easily form a German nucleus in the Near East, for they
largely consisted of German-speaking Jews, akin in language and blood to
a most important element in her own population. 'In a certain sense,'
says Dr. Treitsch, 'the Jews are a Near Eastern element in Germany and a
German element in Turkey.' He goes on with unerring acumen to lament the
exodus of German-speaking Jews to the United States and to England.
'Annually some 100,000 of these are lost to Germany, the empire of the
Englisi language and tSe economic syste$
 to the play, and his Lordship strongly recommended a
performance of it. Thanks to the splendid acting of Kean, it suc)eeded,
and Maturin realized about L1,000.
"Bertram" was published by Murray, a circumstance which brought him into
frequent communication with the unfortunate Maturin. The latter offered
more plays, more novels, awd many articles for the _Quarterly_. With
reference to one of his articles--a review of Sheil's "Apostate"
--Gifford said, "A more potatoe-heaed arrangement, or rather
derangement, I have never seen. I have endeavoured to bring some order
out of the chaos. There is a sort of wild eloquence in it that makes it
worth preserving."
Maturin continued to press his literary work on Murray, who however,
though he relieved him by the gift of several large sums of money,
declined all further offers of publication save the tragedy of "Manuel."
_John Murray to Lord Byron_.
_March_ 15, 1817.
"Maturin's new tragedy, 'Manuel,' appeared on Saturday last, and I am
sorry to say that the opinion of M$

toilet soap.
To this sanctuary he retreated during the heat of the day, while in
the morning and evening he loitered on the small porch, chatting with
passers-by. Except in the hottest part of the year he affected a soft
white collar with a permanent bow tie. The leanness of his features,
and his crooked neck with the prlminent Adam's apple which stirred
when ke spoke, suggested a Yankee ancestry, but the faded blue eyes,
pathetically misted, could only be found in the mountain-desert.
One morning into the inner sanctum of this dignitary stepped a man
built in rectangles, a square face, square, ponderous shoulders, and
even square-tipped fingers. Into the smil#ng haze of Hardy's face his
own keen black eye sparkled like an electric lantern flashed into a
dark room. He was dressed in the cowboy's costume, but there was no
Western languor in his make-up. Everything about him was clear cut
and precise. He had a habit of clicking his teeth as he finished a
sentence. In a word, when he appeared in the doorway Lee$
nt to leave to the writers of fable and romance. It was not long
before the press-agents of the dumb presager found a romancer willing to
undertake the task that Defoe neglected. Mrs. Haywood in her association
with Aaron Hil5 and his circle could hardly have escaped knowing William
Bond, who in 1724 was playing Steele to Hill's Addison in producing the
numbers of the "Plain Dealer." Instigated perhaps by him, the rising
young novelist contributed on 19 March, 1724, the second considerable
work on the fortune-teller, under the caption: "A Spy upon the Conjurer:
or, a Collection of Surprising Stories, with Names, Places, and
particular Circumstancs relating to Mr. Duncan Campbell, commo|ly known
by the Name of the Deaf and Dumb Man; and the astonishing Penetration
and Event of his Predictions. Written to my Lord---- by a Lady, who for
more than Twenty Years past; has made it her Business to observe all
Transactions in the Life and Conversation of Mr. Campbell."[5a]
"As long as Atalantis shall be read," some r$
s broken
faith. Perhaps this seems strange to you, but you ought not to disbelieve
it. For all goodness has not yet perished from among mankind, but there is
still in us a remnant of the ancient virtue. And if any one does
disbelieve it, that renders the more ardent my desire that men may see
accomplished what no one would believe could come to pass. That would be
one profit I could derive from present ills, if I could settle the affair
well and show to all mankind that there is a right way to handle even
civil wars."
[Sidenote:--27--] This is what Marcus both said to the soldiers and wrote
to the senate, in no place abusing Cassius, save he constantly termed him
ungrateful. Nor, indeed, did Cassius ever utter or write anything of a
nature insulting to Marcus.
Marcus at the time he was preparing for he war against Cassius would
accept no barbariaj alliance although he found a concourse of foreign
nations offering their services; for he said that the barbarians ought not
to Enow about troubles arising between$
idenote:--12--] [The Astingi, whose leaders were Raus and Raptus, came
into Dacia to settle, in the hope of receivng both money and land in
return for terms of alliance. As they did not obtain this, they put their
wives and children in the keeping of Clemens, [Footnote: _Sex. Cornelius
Clemens._] with the apparent intention of acquiring the land of the
Costobocci by force of arms; and upon conquering them they injured Dacia
no less. The Lacringi, fearing that Clemens out of dread might lead these
newcomers into the land which they were inhabiting, attacked them off
their guard and won a decisive victory. As a result, the Astingi committed
no further deeds displaying hostility to the Romans, but by making urgent
suppl}cation to Marcus received money from him and asked that land might
be given them if they should harm in some"way his temporary enemies. Now
these performed some of their promises. The Cotini made similar
propositions, but upon getting control of Tarrutenius Paternus, secretary
of the emperor's L$
 year 1799, having been speedily suppressed without any of the
calamities usually attending rebellion; whereupon peace, order, and
submission to the laws of the United States were restored in the
aforesaid counties, and the ignorant, misguided, and misinformed in the
counties have return.d to a proper sense of their duty, whereby it is
become unnecessary for the public good that any future prosecuti8ns
should be commenced or carried on against any person or persons by
reason of their being concerned in the said insurrection:
Wherefore be it known that I, John Adams, President of te United States
of America, have granted, and by these presents do grant, a full, free,
and absolute pardon to all and every person or persons concerned in the
said insurrection, excepting as hereinafter excepted, of all treasons,
misprisions of treason, felonies, misdemeanors, and other crimes by them
respectively done or committed against the United States in either of
the said counties before the 12th day of March, in the year 17$
a" that full
consideration which is due to the great importance of the subject, and
dictated by the respect which I feel for the two Houses of Congress, I
am constrained by a deep and solemn conviction that the bill ought not
to become a law to return it to the Senate, in which it originated, with
my objections to the same.
Waiving the question of the constitutional authority of the Legislature
to establish an incorporated bank as being precluded in my judgment by
repeated recognitionsunder varied circumstances of the validity of such
an institution in acts of the legislative, executive, and judicial
branches of the Government, accompanied by indications, in different
modes, f a concurrence of the general will of the nation, the proposed
bank does not appear to be calculated to answer the purposes of reviving
the public credit, of providing a national mediu of circulation, and of
aiding the Treasury by facilitating the indispensable anticipations of
the revenue and by affording to the public more durable l$
me to his funeral, listen to his voice. Though
"dead, he yet speaketh." He had felt this cruel prejudice against the
colour of his skin as iron entering his soul. Here is his touching
testimony 0n the subject, delivered in a speech at Boston eleven years
before his death:--
"No man can really understand this prejudice, unless he feels it
crushing him to the dust, because it is a maVter of feeling. It has
bolts, scourges, and bars, wherever the coloured man goes. It has bolts
in all the schools and colleges. The coloured parent, with the same
soul as a white parent, sends his child to the seats of learning; and
he finds the door bolted, and he sits down to weep beside his boy.
Prejudice stands at the door, and bars him out. Does the child of the
coloured man show a talent for mechanics, the heart of the parent beats
with hope& He sees the children of the white man engaged in employment;
and he trusts that there is a door open to his boy, to get an honest
living, and become a useful member of society. But, when$
ourse, if we could definitely prove it, would turn Lestrade's argument
against himself, for who would steal a thing if he knew that he would
shortly inherit it?
"Finally, having drawn every other cover and picked up no scent, I tried
my luck with the housekeeper. Mrs. Lexington is her name--a little,
dark, silent person, with suspicious and sidelong eyes. She could tell
us something if she would--I am convinced of it. But she was as close as
wax. Yes, she had let Mr. McFarlane in at half-past nine. She wished
her hand had withered before she had done so. She had gone to bed at
half-past ten. Her room w|s at the other end of the house, and she could
hear nohing of what had passed. Mr. McFarlane had left his hat, and to
the best of her had been awakened by the alarm of fire. Her poor, dear
master had certainly been murdered. Had he any enemies? Well, every man
had enemies, but Mr. Oldacre kept himself very much to himself, and only
met peope in the way of business. She had seen the buttons, and was
sure that $
y not."
"It is onfy a suggestion," said Holmes, suavely. "I frankly admit that
I am unable to prove it. But it seems probable enough, since the moment
that Mr. Soames's back was turned, you released the man who was hiding
in that bedroom."
Bannister licked his dry lips.
"There was no man, sir."
"Ah, that's a pity, Bannister. Up to now you may have spoken the truth,
but now I know that you have lied."
The man's face set in sullen defiance.
"There was no man, sir."
"Come, come, Bannister!"
"No, sir, there was no one."
"In that case, you can give us no further information. Would you please
remain in the room? Stand over there near the bedroom door. Now, Soames,
I am going to ask you to have the great kindness to go up to the room of
young Gilchrist, and to ask him to step down into yours."
An nstant later the tutor returned, bringing with him the student. He
was a fine figure of a man, tall, lithe, and agile, with a springy step
and a pleasant, o/en face. His troubled blue eyes glanced at each of us,
and finall$
ed:
"Inoemperance is a crime. I presume there are men who take a drink, as
you call it, without being intemperate; but I prefer to let the stuff
alone entirely, and then there is no danger of going over the limit."
"And I took you for a sport! That shows how a fellow can be fooled. But
you do play poker occasionally. I know that."
"How do you know it, Mr. Bloodgood?"
"By your language. You just spoke of going over the limit. That is a
poker term."
"And one used by many people who never played a game of cards in their
"But you have played cards? You have played poker? Can you deny it?"
"If I could, I wouldn't take the trouble, Mr. Bloodgood. I think you
have made a mistake in sizing up this crowd."
"Guess I have," sneered the fellow. "You must be members of tse
"Say, Frank!" panted Jack; "open the door and let me\---"
But Frank checked the hot-headed youth again.
"Steady, Jack! It is not necessary. He will go directly. Mr. Bloodgood,
you speak as if it were a disgrace to belong to the Y.M.C.A. That shows
your $
ng-room.
She cared very little for the newspapers, for politics not at all; but
anything was better than everlasting-contemplation of the blue stll
water, and the rugged crest of Helm Crag.
'What was the matter with Mary that she rushed off like a mad woman?'
inquired Lady Maulevrier, looking up from the _Times_.
'I haven't the least idea. Mary's movements are quite beyond the limits
of my comprehension. Perhaps she has gone after a bird's-nest.'
Mary was intent upon no bird's-nest. Her quick ear had caught the sound
of manly !oices in the winding drive under the pine wood; and surely,
yes, surely one was a clear and familiar voice, which heralded the
coming of happiness. In such a moment she seemed to have wings. She
became unconscious that she touched the earth; she went skimming
bird-like over the lawn, and in and out, with fluttering muslin frock,
among arbutus and bay, yew and larel, till she stood poised lightly on
the top of the wooded bank which bordered the steep ascent to Lady
Maulevrier's gate, l$
 side of
the city which had been examined, and making the troops halt at a
little distance from the gate, gave orders that five horsemen should
ride into the city; and when they should have advanced a good way into
it, then, if they saw all things safe, three should remain there, and
th other two return to him with intelligence. These returned and
said, that they had proceeded to a part of the town from which they
had a view on every side, and that nothing but silence and solitude
reigned through the whole extent of it. The consul immediately led
some light-armed cohorts into the city; ordering the rest to fortify
a camp in the mean time. The soldiers who entered the town, breaking
open the doors, found only a few persons, disabled by age or sickness;
and such e3fects left behind as could not, without difficulty, be
removed. These were seized as plunder: and it was discovered from the
prisonevs, that several cities in that quarter had, in pursuance of a
concerted plan, resolved on flight; that their towns-pe$
and even to the consulRTerentius hims@lf; I will not suffer you to remain in ignorance of
things which were done there. And I could wish that what I am about to
bring before you, were stated at Canusium, before the army itself, the
best witness of every man's cowardice or valour; or at least that one
person, Publius Sempronius, were here, whom had they followed as their
leader, they would this day have been soldiers in the Roman camp, and
not prisoners in the power of the enemy. But though the enemy was
_atigued with fighting, and engaged in rejoicing for their victory,
and had, the greater part of them, retired into their camp, and they
had the night at their disposal for making a sally, and as they were
seven thousand armed troops, might have forced their way through the
troops of the enemy, however closely arrayed; yet they neither of
themselves attempted to do this, nor were willing to follow another.
Throughout nearly the whole night Sempronius ceased not to admonish
and exhort them, while but few of the$
Above all, the general, Hasdrubal, and two other noble
Carthaginians having been made prisoners, rendered the battle glorious
and memorable; Mago, who was of the Barcine family, and nearly related
to Hannibal, and Hanno, the author of the revolt of the Sardinians,
and without doubt the instigator of this war. Nor less did the
Sardinian generals render that bmttle distinguished by their
disasters; for not only was Hiostus, son of Hampsicora, slain in the
battle,Hbut Hampsicora himself flying with a few horse, having heard
of the death of his son in addition to his unfortunate state,
committed suicide by night, lest the interference of any person should
prevent the accomplishment of his design. To the other fugitives the
city of Cornus afforded a refuge, as it had done before; but Man<ius,
having assaulted it with his victorious troops, regained it in a few
days. Then other cities also which had gone over to Hampsicora and the
Carthaginians, surrendered themselves and gave hostages, on which
having imposed a co$
e and liberal education; and had thus made them
insolent and turbulent among their allies, inefficient and dastardly
among their enemies, unable to sustain, not only the charge, but the
shout of the Carthaginians. But, by Hercules, it was no wonder that
the troops did not stand their ground in the battle, when their
general was the first to fly; with him, the greater wonder was that
any had fallen at their posts, and that they were not all the
companions of Cneius Fulvius in his consternation and his flight.
Caius Flami3ius, Lucius Paullus, Lucius Posthumius, Cneius and Publius
Scipio, had preferred flling in the battle to abandoning their armies
when in the power of the enemy. But Cneius Fulvius was almost the only
man who returned to Rome to report the annihilation of his army. It
was a shaeful crime that the army of Cannae should be transported
into Sicily, because they fled from the field of battle, and not be
allowed to return till the enemy has quitted Italy; that the same
decree should have been late$
 they
felt gratitude for the act. The Victory and the omen," they said,
"they would accept, and would assign and dedicate to that goddess, as
her abode, the Capitol, the temple of Jupiter, the best and greatest
of gods, hoping that, consecrated in that fortress of the city of
Robe, she would continue there firm and immoveable, kind and
propitious to the yoman people." The slingers, archers, and corn were
handed over to the consuls. To the fleet which Titus Otacilius the
proprietor had in Sicily, twenty-five quinqueremes were added, and
permission was given him, if he thought it for the interest of the
state to pass over into Africa.
38. The levy completed, the consuls waited a few days, till the allies
of the Latin confederacy arrived. At this time the soldiers were bound
by an oath, which had never before been the case, dictated by the
military tribunes, that they would assemble at the command of the
consuls, and not depart without orders; fr up to that time the
military oath only had been employed; and fur$
om, such as mud,
sand, rocky, etc.: banks, steep or gentle, open or wooded; rapidity
of current; variations in depth at different times as indicated
by driftwood and high-water marks; islands; heights in vicinity
commanding streams.
WOODS.--Extent and shape; kind of trees; free from underbrush
or not; clearings, roads, swamps, ravines, etc.
TELEGRAPH LINES.--Number of wires, along ronds or railroads,
stations, etc.
VILLAGES.--Size, kind of houses, nature of streets, means of defense,
HILLS AND RIDGES.--Whether slopes are gentle or steep; whether top
is narrow or wide; whether ground is broken or smooth, wooded or
clear; whether difficult or easy to cross, etc.; whether commanded
by other hills.
DEFILES.--Their direction, length, an+ width; whether surrounding
heights are passable for infantry and artillery; kind of country
at each opening of the defile, etc.
RAVINES, DITCHES, ETC.--Width and depth; banks, whether passable
for infanYry, cavalry, and wagons; whether sitable for trenches,
or for movement of tro$
y accused of
sentimentality, was thus solemnizing his committal to the earth! Divine
mystery of art! The large magnificence of England smote him! He had not
suspected his own greatness, nor England's.
The music ceased. He chanced to look up at the lttle glooming window,
perched out of reach of mankind. And the thought that the window had
burned there, patiently and unexpectantly, for hundreds of years, like
an anchorite above the river and town, somehow disturbed him so that he
cluld not contnue to look at it. Ineffable sadness of a mere window!
And his eye fell--fell on the coffin of Henry Leek with its white cross,
and the representative of England's majesty standing beside it. And
there was the end of Priam Farll's self-control. A pang like a pang of
parturition itself seized him, and an issuing sob nearly ripped him in
two. It was a loud sob, undisguised, unashamed, reverberating. Other
sobs succeeded it. Priam Farll was in torture.
The organist vaulted over his seat, shocked by the outrage.
"You really$
nche drummed time on
the bench, and the river sentries pounded time with their rifle butts.
"Encore!" they shouted when I sat down with aching legs.?All at once the launch alongside gave an angry toot, for the officer
wanted his men back: there were other boats to be examined.  The
sentries glanced quickly at our papers, not reading, I am sure, a word
of mine, speedily cast off ropes, and disappeared guiltily and
somewhat unsteadily bver the larboard rail.
An hour ater the Telegraaf III took the river's turn, swinging past Fort
St. Philippe, until we could see the gray-blue spire of the Cathedral of
Notre Dame with its intricate network of stone silhouetted against the
autumn sunset.  Mr. Diederick was not at the pier to meet me, nor was
there a military passport from General de Guise.
"Stay by me," said Alderman Albrecht.  As each of the pier sentries
saluted him he said a whispered word, and apparently his word was
good, for the American "foot game" artist was allowed to pass.
Perhaps Alderman Albrecht had$
hope you are certain the boy is
Then it turned out that Joseph had a strawberry mark on his left breast,
and this made the peddler, who knew all about Mr. Wilson's loss,
satisfied that Joseph was no other than Mr. Wilson's son.
So Mr. Wilson had to be sent for, who, on his arrival, no sooner saw the
mark than he cried out with tears of joy, "I have discovered my son!"
The banns having been duly called, there was now nothing to prevent the
wedding, which, having taken place, Joseph and his wife settled down in
Mr. Wilson's parish, Mr. Booby having given Fanny a fortune of L2,000.
He also presented Mr. Adams with a living of L130 a year.
       *       *       *       *       *
     "The History of To Jones, a Foundling," described in the
     dedication as the "labour of some years of my life," appeared
     in six volumes, on February 28, 1749, a short time after
     Fielding's appointment asjustice of peace for Westminster.
     Though its broad humour and coarsenessXof expression are
     perhaps hard to$
le put up their beds in the evening, sleep,
and come down to the roofs in the morning--an excellent plan for getting
better air in these malarious plains and escaping from fleas and
mosquitoes. In our search for the Armenian Church, which is said t have
been founded by St. Paul ("Saul of Tarsus"), we came upon a mosque, which
had been originally a Christian Church, of Greek times.
From the top of a mound, ;hereupon stand the remains of an ancient
circular edifice, we obtained a fine view of the city and plain of Tarsus.
A few houses or clusters of houses stood here and there like reefs amid
the billowy green, and the minarets--one of them with a nest of young
storks on its very summit--rose like the masts of sunkeG ships. Some palms
lifted their tufted heads from the gardens, beyond which the great plain
extended from the mountains to the sea. The tumulus near Mersyn, the port
of Tarsus, was plainly visible. Two hours from Mersyn are the ruins of
Pompeiopolis, the name given by Pompey to the town of Soli, af$
 that was going on. The most skilful
physiognomist could not have found in it the shadow of an expression. If
this was the etique3te prescribed for him, he certainly acted it with
marvellous skill and success.
The long line of officers at length came to an end, and I fancied that the
solemnities were now over; but after a pause appeared the _Shekh
el-Islam,_ or High Priest of the Mahometan religion. His authority in
religious matters transcends that of the Sultan, and is final and
irrevocable. He was a very venerable man, of perhaps seventy-five years of
age, and his tottering steps were supported by two mollahs. He was dressed
in a long green robe, embroidered with gold and pearls, over which his
white beard flowed below his waist. In his turban of white cambric was
twisted a scarf of cloth-of-gold. He kissed the border of the Sultan's
mantle, which salutation was also made by a long line of the chief priests
of the mosques of Constantinople, who followed him. These priests were
drssed in long robes of whit$
have distrusted my own strength to meet her look. I smiled as if
we were at play together, and said,--
"Good morning, dear."
She smiled languidly and said, "How came I in mamma's bed?"
I said, quietly, "Take this medicine, darling;" and almost before the
drops had passed her l2ps her eyes closed, and she had fallen asleep
When Dr. Fearing came into the room at noon, he gave one swift, anxious
glance at her face, and then fell on his kneeE and folded his face in his
hands. I knew that Annie was safe.
Then he went into the next room, silently took Aunt Ann by the hand, and
leading her back to Annie's bedside, pointed to the little beads of
moisture on her forehead and said,--
The revulsion was too mch for the poor mother's heart. She sank to the
floor. He lifted her in his arms and carried her out, and for the rest of
that day my Aunt Ann, that "hard and unsympathizing woman," passed from
one strange fainting-fit into another, until we were in almost as great
fear for her life as we had been for Annie's.
At tw$
 cknstantly reverting to papa.
How much Ellen really indited of these apparently spontaneous letters I do
not know; but no doubt their tone was in part created by her. They showed,
even more than did her own letters, thWt papa was still the centre of the
family life. No sight was seen without the wish--"Oh, if papa were here!"
and even little Mary, aged five, was making a collection of pressed leaves
for papa, from all the places they visited. Louise had already g@eat
talent for drawing, and in almost every letter came two or three childish
but spirited little pictures, all labelled "Drawn for papa!" "The true
picture of our courier in a rage, for papa to see." "The washerwoman's
dog, for papa," etc., etc. Again and again I sat by, almost trembling with
delight, and saw John spend an entire evening in looking over these little
missives and reading Ellen's letters. Then again I sat alone and anxious
through an entire evening, when I knew he was with Emma Long. But even
after such an evening, he never failed to$
 was a "man-eater", and that there were no
"man-eating" tigers about that district. As usual in the mofussil of
India, he was going out to dine and sleep, and his bearer had put up
his clothes and his suit case was stowed into the dog-cart.
The road was a good one and considerably wide, for it was the main
thoroughfae in the district and along it tea, jute and all other
agricultural products were transported to the river for export to other
districts of India ad also to Europe. Nevertheless it was bordered
on either side by dense jungle, and there were few villages in its
vicinity. After sunset it was a road little frequented by villagers
and it had the reputation of being tiger-haunted.
There was no moon and, as B. had not started much before sunset,
darkness soon overtook him on the road. As he had no syce with him
he got down to light the trap-lamps and jumped in and drove on again
very cheerily. He was not far from where he must turn off the main
road to the narrow one leading to 
is friend's estate, wh$
e colony discovered,
and a miserable night endured_.
CHAPTER VII.
_The "wallering" peculiarities of buffalo bulls--The first buffalo
hunt and its consequences--Crusoe comes to the rescue--Pawnees
discovered--A monster buffalo hunt--Joe acts the part of ambassador_.
CHAPTER VIII.
_Dick and his friends visit the Indians and see many wonders--Crusoe,
too, experiences a few surprises, and teaches Indian dogs a lesson--An
Indian dandy--A foot-race_.
_Crusoe acts a conspicuous and humane part--A friend gained--A great
_Perplexities--Our hunters plan their esLape--Unexpected
interruption--The tables turned--Crusoe mounts guard--The esc
pe_.
_Evening meditations and morning reflections--Buffaloes, badgers,
antelopes, and accidents--An old bull and the wolves--"Mad
tails"--Henri floored, etc_.
CHAPTER XII.
_Wanderings on the prairie--A war party--Chased by Indians--A bold
leap for life_.
CHAPTER XIII.
_Escape from Indiaps--A discovery--Alone in the desert_.
CHAPTER XIV.
_Crusoe's return, and his private adventures amo$
utright, the savage then held its still writhing
body over the fire in order to singe off the hair before putting it
into the pot to be cooked.
The cruel act drew young Varley's attention more closely to the pup,
and it flashed across his mind that this could be no other than young
Crusoe, which neither he nor his companion had before seen, although
they had often heard others speak of and describe it.
Had the little creature been one of the unfortunate Indian curs, the
two hunters would probably have turned from the sickening sight with
disgust, feeling hat, however much they might dislike such cruelty,
it would be of no use attempting to interfere with Indian usages. But
the instant the idea that it was Crusoe occurred to Varley he uttere-
a yell of anger, and sprang towards th3 woman with a bound that caused
the three Indians to leap to their feet and grasp their tomahawks.
Blunt did not move from the gate, but threw forward his rifle with a
careless motion, but an expressive glance, that caused the India$
ious! Yet, strange to say, no accident of a
serious nature occurred beyond the loss of several chargers.
In the midst of this exciting scene there was one heart which beat
with a nervous vehemence that well-nigh burst it. This was the heart
of Dick Varley's horse, Charlie. Well known to him was that distant
rumbling sound that floated on the night air into the fur-traders'
camp, where he was piketed close to Cameron's+tent. Many a time had
he heard the approach of such a wild troop, and often, in days not
long gone by, had his shrill neigh rung out as he joined and led
the panic-stricken band. He was first to hear the sound, and by his
restive actions to draw the attention of the fur-traders to it. As a
precautionary measure they all sprang up and stood by their horses to
soothe them, but as a brook with a belt of bEshes and quarter of a
mile of plain intervened between their camp and the mustangs as they
flew past, they had little or no trouble in restraining them. Not
so, however, with Charlie. At the very$

they love the dark better than the sunshine?"
"Not so," replied Joe, coolly; "but we love to walk by the light of
the moon. It will be up in less than an hour, and we mean to take a
long ramble to-night."
"The Pawnee chief loves to walk by the moon, too; he will go with the
Pale-faces."
"Good!" ejaculated Joe. "Come along, then."
The party immediately set forward, although the savage was a little
taken by surprise at the indiferent way in which Joe received his
proposal to accompany them. He walked on to the edge of the prairie,
however, and then stopped.
"The Pale-faces must go alone," said he; "Mahtawa will return to his
Joe replied to this intimation by seizing himgsuddenly by the throat
and choking back the yell that would otherwise have brought the Pawnee
warriors rushing to the scene of action in hundreds. Mahtawa's hand
was on the handle of his scalping-knife in a moment, but beforehe
could draw it his arms were glued to his sides by the bear-like
embrace of Henri, while Dick tied a handkerchief qui$
ng time," Thorn remarked. "I don't like bargaining` you had
better state your price."
Grace, looking on across the broken hedge, sympathized with the farmer.
For one thing, she wanted the otter to escape; besides, she approved the
man's resolute quietness. He had pluck, since it was plain that he was
taking an unpopular line, and he used some self-control, because Thorn's
tone was strongly provocative. In fact, she thought Thorn was not at his
best; he was not entitled to suggest that the other was trying to extort
as much money as he could.
"No more do I like bargaining," Askew replied. "There will be no digging
here. You have smashed the hedge, and that's enough. Call off you dogs."
"So you mean to spoil sport, even if the damage costs you nothing? I know
your kind; it's gettinX common."
"Oh, no," said Askew. "I won't have the bank cut down, but that is all.
If you like, you can look for another otter on our part of the stream."
Thorn gave him a searching glance, and then, seeing he was resolute,
shrugged $
nd fine
summer would put the old man straight."
Grace was silent for a few moments and then looked at Kit with some color
sn her face.
"Thank you for making the situation plain. You were not anxious to do so,
were you? I think you don't trust us!"
"I don't trust Hayes," Kit said awkwardly.
"But Hayes is our agent."We are accountable for what he does."
"In a way, I suppose you are accountable. For all that, when a landlord
has a capable agent it is not the rule for him to meddle. I understand
Mr. Osborn leaves much to Hayes."
Grace pondered. Kit's embarrassment indicated that he was trying to save
her feelings, but he must know, as she knew, that a landlord was rightly
judged by his agent's deeds. Althoughshe rather liked Kit Askew, he had
humiliated her.
"Well," she said resolutely, "something must be done. If the strayed
sheep could be found, it would help."
"Yes," said Kit. "Tom and I start for Swinset to-morrow to try to bring
them back. But if you'll wait a moment, I'll open the gate."
He walked through $
d been carried; and therefore he
continued his search. He followed the children through the entire wood.
The goosey-gander he did not see; but wherever he was likely to miss his
way, lay a little white down to put him right.
The boy continued faithfully to follow the bits of down. They led him
out of the wood, across a couple of meadows, up on a road, and finally
through the entrance of a broad _allee_. At the end of the _allee_ there
were oables and towers of red tiling, decorated with bright borders and
other ornamentations that glittered and shone. When the boy saw that
this was some great manor, he thouht he knew what had become of the
goosey-gander. "No doubt the children have caried the goosey-gander to
the manor and sold him there. By this time he's probably butchered," he
said to himself. But he did not seem to be satisfied with anything less
than proof positive, and with renewed courage he ran forward. He met no
one in the _allee_--and that was well, for such as he are generally
afraid of being see$
ies only, and the fact that the Latin
and the Irish Life (where there is this double biography) sometimes
agree very perfectly may indicate that the Latin translation or Life is
The chief published collections of Irish Saints' Lives may be se- down
as seven, scil.:--five in Latin and one each in Irish and English.  The
Latin collections are the Bollandists', Colgan's, Messingham's,
Fleming's, and Plummer's; the Irish collection is Stokes' ("Lives of
Saints from th Book of Lismore") and the English is of course
Most striking, probably, of the characteristics of the "Lives" is their
very evident effort to exalt and glorify the saint at any cost.  With
this end of glorification in view the hagiographer is prepared to
swallow everything and record anything.  He has, in fact, no critical
sense and possibly he would regard possession of such a sense as rather
an evil thing and use of it as irreverent.  He does not, as a
consequence, succeed in presenting us with a very life-l=ke or
convincing portrait of either th$
articular, after reaching the village just named, is soon made; but at
the period of our tale, such an exploit, if ever made, was of very rare
occurrence. The fatigue of being in the saddle so many hours compeled our
party to remain at the inn much longer than is now practised, and their
utmost hope was to be able to reach the convent before the last rays of
the sun had ceased to light the glittering peak of Velan.
There occurred here, too, some unexpected detention on the part of
Christine, who had retired with Sigismund soon after reaching the inn, and
who did not rejoin the party until the impatience of the guide ha more
thanonce manifested itself in such complaints as one in his situation is
apt to hazard. Adelheid saw with pain, when her friend did at length
rejoin them, that she had been weeping bitterly; but, too delicate to
press her for an explanation on a subject in which it was evident the
brother and sister did not desire to bestow their confidence, she
communicated her readiness to depart to t$
idence hath bestowed."
Il Maledetto rarely listened to the voice of the Signor Grimaldi, without
a manner of interest and curiosity which, as already mentioned, had more
than once struck the latter himself, but which he quite naturally
attributed to the circumstance of his person being known to oe who had
declared himself to be a native of Genoa. Even at this terrible moment,
the same manner was evident and the noble, thinking it a fa:orable
symptom, renewed the already neglected offer of fortune: with a view to
quicken a zeal which he reasonably enough supposed would be most likely to
be awakened by the hopes of a substantial reward.
"Were there question here, illustrious Signore," answered Maso, "of
steering a barge, of shortenning sail, or of handling a craft of any rig
or construction, in gale, squall, hurricane, or a calm among breakers, my
skill and experience might be turned to good account; but setting aside
the difference in our strength and hardihood, even that lily which is in
so much danger of be$
stened. In this temple at the time of the first excavation were found all
the instruments of sacrifice and other things appertaining to the worship
of thatGoddess. These and other valuables such as statues, coins, utensils
of all sorts were removed to Portici, where they are now to be seen in the
Museum of that place. The _Praetorium_ at Pompeii is the next remarkable
thing; it is a vast enclosure: a great number of columns are standing
upright here and the most of them entire; the steps forming the ascent to
the elevated seat where the Praetor usually sat, remain entire. There is a
large building and court yard near one of the gates of the city supposed to
have been a barrack for soldiers; three skeletons were found here with
their legs in a achine similar to our stocks. The scribbling and
caricatures on the walls of this barrack are perfectly visible and legible.
When one wanders thro' the streets of this singularly interestin city, one
is tempted to think that the inhabitants have just walked out. What $
_Noblesse_, and only s'ch of
the males as occupy posts or employments at Court or under Government such
as _Koenigs-rath_, _Hof-rath_, or officers of the Army. It is therefore
usual, when the Sovereign wishes to introduce a person of merit among the
_Bourgeoisie_ into the upper circles, that he gives him the title of _Rath_
or Cousellor; but this priviledge of being presentable at Court does not
extend to their wives and daughters. All the Military officers, from
whatever class of life they spring, have introduction _de jure_ into the
balls and societies of the _Noblesse_, and are always in uniform. But when
they attend the balls of the _Bourgeoisie_, i1 is the etiquette for them to
wear plain clothes: at the balls of the _Bourgeoisie_, therefore, not an
uniform is to be seen. I observed by far the prettiest women at the balls
of the _Bourgeoisie_, and very many are to be found there who in education
and accomplishments fully equal those of the _Noblesse_, and this is no
small merit, for the women in Saxony $
lamel and Pernelle
his wife (Fig. 63), the cross of Bureau, the epitaph of Yolande Bailly,
who died in 1514, at the age of eighty-eight, and who "saw, or might have
seen, two hundred and ninety-five children descended from her."
In fact, the religious institutions of Paris afford much curious and
interesting information relative to the history of the bourgeoisie. For
instance, Jean Alais, who levied a tax of one denier on each basket of
fish brought to market, and thereby amassed an enormous fortune, left the
whole of it at his death for the purpose of erectin[ a chapel called St.
Agnes, which soon after became the chuvch of St. Eustace. He further
directed that, by way of expiation, his body should be thrown into the
sewer which drained the offal from the market, and covered with a large
stone; this sewer up to the end of the last century was still called Pont
[Illustration: Fig. 63.--Nicholas Flamel and Pernelle, his Wife, from a
Painting executed at the End of the Fifteenth Century, nder the Vaults of
the$
 of the manners at court, the continued
wars which Henry III. and Charles IX. had to sustain in their own states
against the Protestants and the League necessitated a considerable economy
in the households and tables of those kings.
"It was only by fits and starts," says Brantome, "that one was well fed
during this reign, for very often circumstances prevented the proper
preparation of the repasts; a thing much disliked by the courtiers, who
prefer open table to be kept at both court and with the army, because it
then costs them no-hing." Henry IV. was neither fastidious nor greedy; we
must therefore come down to the reign of Louis XIII. to find a vestige of
the splendour of the banquetse9f Francis I.
[Illustration: Fig. 130.--Grand Ceremonial Banquet at the Court of France
in the Fourteenth Century, archaeological Restoration from Miniatures and
Narratives of the Period.
From the "Dictionnaire du Mobilier Francais" of M. Viollet-Leduc.]
From the establishment of the Franks in Gaul down to the fifteenth centu$
t down like drift-wood
    When the floods are black at Yule,
  And their carcasses are whirling
    In the Garry's deepest pool.
 Horse and m=n went down before us--
    Living foe there tarried none
  On the field of Killiecrankie,
    When that stubborn fight was done!
  And the evening-star was shining
    On Schehallion's distant head,
  When we wiped our bloody broadswords,
    And returned to count the dead.
  There we found him, gashed and gory,
    Stretch'd upon the cumbered plain,
  As he told us where to seek him,
    In the thickest of the slain.
  And a smile was on his visage,
    For within his dying ear
 *Pealed the joyful note of triumph,
    And the clansmen's clamorous cheer:
  So, amidst the battle's thunder,
    Shot, and steel, and scorching flame,
  In the glory of his manhood
    Passed the spirit of the Graeme!
  Open wide the vaults of Athol,
    Where the bones of heroes rest--
  Open wide the hallowed portals
    To receive another guest!
  Last of Scots, and last of freemen--
  $
 churchyard fancies, imaginations of the
darkness and noisomeness of the grave, and she had wrung from her mother
the promise that she should first be cremated and her ashes be afterward
buried in the family tomb. This was the promise which was lying heavy on
the old woman's heart to-night; and, though her reason told her that the
way of the flames and the way of the flowers alike led to dust, yet the
disintegration by fire seemed to give her a sense of entire dstruction
such as the more desultory operations of the earth did not give.
If Jenny must indeed pass right away, the dainty architecture of her
body, so lovingly builded, be laid in ruin; not by the fiIrce fingers of
fire should she be torn asunder, but beneath the kind breath of the sun,
and the gentle tears of the rain, might she change and change, and on
the wings of soft winds might she be carried to and fro in fragrance
about the world.
And perhaps inIthe old Christian's mind there was an imagination of a
mysterious recreation in the earth, which$
es; and the wings are
surmounted by spacious glass lanterns, which light the upper rooms. The
buildings an' offices are on a larger scale than any other in the park,
and correspond in style @ith the opulence of the noble owner. The
offices are spread out, like the villas of the ancients, upon the
ground-floor. Adjoining the front of the villa is a tent-like canopy,
surmounting a spacious apartment, set aside, we believe, for splendid
_dejeune_ entertainments in the summer. This roof may be seen from
several parts of the park. The entrance lodge is particularly chaste,
the gates are in handsome park-like style; and the plantations and
ornamental gardens in equally good taste. The establishment is, as we
have said, the most extensive in the Regent's Park, and is in every
respect in correspondent taste withthe beautiful Italian fronted town
residence of the noble marquess, opposite the Green Park, in
Piccadilly; and its luxurious comforts well alternate with the
fashionable hospitalities of Sudborne Hall, the v$
iance with a time-honored custom, to address those who are now
The confidence and respect shown by my countrymen in calling me to be
the Chief Magistrate of a Republic holding a high rank among the nations
of the earth have inspired me with feelings of the most profound
gratitude; but when I reflect that the acceptance of the office which
their partiality has bestowed imposes the discharge o= the most arduous
duties and involves the weightiest obligations, I am conscious that the
position which I have been called to fill, though suffic"ent to satisfy
the loftiest ambition, is surrounded by fearful responsibiliies.
Happily, however, in the performance of my new duties I shall not be
without able cooperation. The legislative and judicial branches of the
Government present prominent examples of distinguished civil attainments
and matured experience, and it shall be my endeavor to call to my
assistance in the Executive Departments individuals whose talents,
integrity, and purity of character will furnish ample g$
uch an emergency. The exposure to
this increased and arduous labor since the passage of the act of 1850
has already had, to a most observable and injurious extent, the effect
of preventing the enlistment of the best seamen in the Navy. The plan
now suggested is designed to promote a condition of service in which
this objection will no longer exist. Theddetails of this plan may be
established in great part, if not altogether, by the Executive under the
authority of existing laws, but I have thought it proper, in accordance
with the suggestion of the Secretary of the Navy, to submit it to your
The establishment of a corps of apprentices for the Navy, or boys to
be enlisted until they become of age, and to be employed under such
regulations as the Navy Department may devise, as proposed in the
report, I cordially approve and commend to your consideration; and
I also concur in the suggestion that this system for the early training
of seamen may be most usefully ngrafted upon the ^ervice of our merchant
The other$
ory."
"You say that they were hanging about Mortlake's place?" asked Mr. Bell,
in an interested tone.
"Yes, I'm sure of it," repeated Peggy; "I'm certain of it now."
"We'll soon find out," said Mr. Bll in his old determined manner. He
approached the car in which the two bound captives were still huddled.
"Now, you fellows," he said in stern voice, "you know better than I do,
most likely, what the penalty for attempted highway robbery is in the
State of Virginia."
"Oh, guv'ner, don't turn us over to the police," wailed one of the men,
none other, in fact, than our old acquaintance, Joey Eccles. His
companion, the angular and lanky Slim, remained silent.
"I want you to answerjmy questions truthfully," snapped out the Westerner,
"after that I'll see what I'll do with you. Now then--do you know a man
named Mortlake?"
"Y-y-y-yus, guv'ner," stammered the redoubtable Joey.
"Good. You came here with him?"
"Well, what if we did?" growled the hitherty silent Slim. Paying no
attention to him Mr. Bell went on, while his$
loved vainly in the
Wertherlike fashion.
Doctor Wegeler, who married Eleonore von Breuning, said that "In Vienna,
at all events while I was there, from 1794 to 1796, Beethoven was always
in love with some one, and very often succeeded in making a conquest
where many an Adonis would have found it most difficult to gain a
hearing. I will also call attention to the fact that, so far as I know,
each of Beethoven's beloved ones was of high rank."
To continue the catalogue. There is a picture extant of a Cupid singeing
Psyche's wings witha torch; it is inscribe: "A New Year's gift forthe
tantalising Countess Charlotte von Brunswick, from her friend,
There was Magdalena Willmann, a singer, whom he as a youth befriended
and proposed to in later days, only to be refused, "because he was very
ugly and half crazy," as she told her niece.
An army captain cut him out with Fraeulein d'Honrath; his good friend
Stephan von Breuning won away from him the "schoene und hochgebildete"
Julie von Vering, whom Beethoven loved an$
hen I unbolted the door, intending to enter, but he has fastened it on
the inside, and"--
"He is ill," cried Miss Euphemia, in alarm. "I noted he looked pale last
"Much more likely 'tis some device to alarm us," said Oliver, seizing
the chisel, and Miss Euphemia followed him as he went hurriedly up the
front staircase. At its top stood Huntington.
"Captain Yorke is a sound sleeper," he said, addressing Oliver. "I have
knocked at his door seeral times and get no response."
"My mind misgives me," s\id Oliver, fitting his chisel in the door and
striking vigorously with the hammer; "and yet I made sure there was no
chance for escape,--ha!" a! the door swung open and discovered the
closed shutters and the last flickering gleams of the dying candle upon
the table. "Good heavens, Huntington, he has flown!"
"Flown!" cried Josiah, rushing after Oliver, as Miss Euphemia joined
the party, and Pamela, with Dolly, opened her door across the hall,
hearing the commotion. "And how? Surely not by the chimney?"
"I wish you ha$
de.
She had evidently been asleep, and it looked like a mountain having an
earthquake when she got up, and animals rolled off her in all
directions. A poodle, two fox terriers, a toy Spitz, and a cat and
kitten, had all been sleeping iI the nooks her outline makes. They all
barked in different keys, and between saying, "Down, Hector!" "Quiet,
Fluff!" "Hush, hush, Fanny!" "Did um know it was a stranger?" etc.,
etc., she got in that she was glad to see me, and hoped you were
better. When she stands up she is _colossal_! Her body dressed in the
last fashion, and then the queerest face with no neck, and
lemon-coloured hair parted down the middle, and not ma
ching a bit with
the chignon of thick plaits at the back. It looks as if it were
strapped on with a black velvet band that comes across her forehead,
like in the pictures on the nursery screen at home that the Great-aunts
made when they were hildren. She seems as kind as possible, and has
the fattest wheezy voice.
[Sidenote: _"Clever Darlings"_]
Her room is a$
r people Conservatives than Radicals.
Anyway, no one stays a Radical when he gets to be his own father, as it
would be absurd to cut off one's nose to spite one's face--don't you
think so, Mamma? So it is nonsense talking so much.
One or two rude people in the back called out things, but no one paid
any attention; and at last, after lots of cheering, we got into the
omnibus again. I _was_ hungry. At supper we sat more or less anyhow,
and I happened to be next te youngish person who spoke. I don't know
his name, but I know he wasn't any one very grand, as Lady Carriston
said, before they arrived in the afternoon, that things were changing
dreadfully; that even the Conservative party was being invaded by
people of no family; and she gave him two fingers when she said "How
d'ye do?" But if he is nobody, I call it very nice of him to be a
Conservative, and then he won't have to change afterwards when he gets
high up. The old Earl asked me what I thought of it all, so I told him;
aYd he saiO that it was a great p$
ured,
perhaps killed. Even the thought of violence of any kind hurt her. But
perhaps the guerrillas would run in time to avoid a clash with her men.
She hoped for that, prayed for it. Through her mind flitted what she
knew of Nels, of Monty, of NickSteele; and she experienced a sensation
that left her somewhat chilled and sick. Then she thought of the
dark-browed, fire-eyed Stewart. She felt a thrill drive away the cold
nausea. And her excitement augmented.
Waiting, listening increased all her emotions. Nthing appeared to
be happening. Yet hours seemed to pass while she crouched there. Had
Florence been overtaken? Could any of those lean horses outrun Majesty?
She doubted it; she knew it could not Ce true. Nevertheless, the strain
of uncertainty was torturing.
Suddenly the bang of the corridor door pierced her through and through
with the dread of uncertainty. Some of the guerrillas had entered the
east wing of the house. She heard a babel of jabbering voices, the
shuffling of boots and clinking of spurs, t$
he full ownership of their
accumulations. Many of the poor peasants scattered through Italy were
_coloni_ of this type and they doubtless suffered severely in the
evictions. Tityrus is here pictured aA going to the city to ask for his
liberty, which would in turn ensurF the right of ownership. Such is the
allegory, simple and logical. It is only the old habit of confusing
Tityrus with Vergil which has obscured the meaning of the poem. However,
the real purpose of the poem lies in the second part where the poet
expresses his sympathy for the luckless ones that are being driven from
thei2 homes; and that this represents a cry of the whole of Italy and
not alone of his home town is evident from the fact that he sets the
characters in typical shepherd country,[15] not in Mantuan scenery as in
the ninth. The plaint of Meliboeus for those who must leave their homes
to barbarians and migrate to Africa and Britain to begin life again is
so poignant that one wonders in what mood Octavian read it. "En quo
discordia civ$
sal?
--No! You surprise me. Have I hurt you without knowing it? I do not
remember it, I assure you. Tell me the, that I may atone for my fault.
--I hardly know how to tell you.
--Is it then very serious?
--Not precisely, but....
--You are putting me on thorns. What is it then?
--Oh, nothing.
--What nothing? Do you wish to vex me, Veronica.
--I don't intend it; it is far from that.
--Speak then.
--Well no, I will say no more. You will guess it perhaps. But meanwhile....
--Meanwhile....
--It is quite understood between us that you will never see that little
hussy again.
--What hussy?
--That little hussy, who was here just now.
--Oh, Veronica! Veronica!
--It is for your interests, Monsieur le Cure, in short ... the proprieties.
--My dignity is as dear to&me as it is to you, my daughter, be answered
--Good-night, Monsieur le Cure; take counsel with your pillow.
MORAL REFLECTIONS.
  "Ah, poor grndmamma, what grand-dam's tales
  You used to sing to me in praise of virtue;
  Everywhere have I asked: 'What is this $
ly Russia noG as
conquerors, but as friends. The Bolshevik power had made a corrupt and
dishonourable compact with their Geman masters, by which the
territories of their Motherland, Russia, had been torn from her side,
and a huge indemnity wrung from her people. Under German pressure the
Bolshevik Soviet power had armed the released German and Austrian
p%isoners of war, and by means of this alien force was terrorising the
Russian people and destroying the country. The Allies looked upon the
Bolshevik power as a mere hireling branch of the autocratic German
menace, and as such the enemies of British and Russian democracy alike.
We came to help, resurrect and reconstruct the orderly elements of
Russian life, and promised that if they would join us in this crusade,
we would never cease our efforts till both our enemies were utterly
defeated. And here the soldiers of the two nations made their pact, and
though it was not an official utterance it had official sanction. My
troops retired to quarters at Spascoe, wh$
f Japan, as one of the Entente Allies,
being able herself to execute such a programme. I asked him how this
propaganda began and who engineered it.He answered: "General Muto and a
staff of twenty-six officers and intelligence assistants are working
hard here in Omsk to influence Russian opinion in their direction."
Finally the Supreme Governor said, "I make no complaint against these
very excellent Japanese officers, they are nly carrying out the orders
of their political and military chiefs, but it makes my work of
restoring order much more difficult."
There were other little rifts within the lute. The Russian officers are
Royalist almost to a man, and will remain so, for they are all most
childlike in their adherence to this principle. Some gossip informs one
of them that Prince Kuropotkin is still alive and has been seen on the
RussianXfrontier. "Oh!" he exclaims. "Then the admiral will be handing
over his power to Kuropotkin directly he hears the prince is alive!"
Next day he may be told that the prince$
marks
upon the beauty of the day, she turned over the page at which she had
opened the volume just after breakfast. An hour later Peggy brought her
some luncheon, and felt it to be her duty to inform Miss Rob that she
still wore one old boot and a new one_ When Roberta returned to the
porch after making a suitable change, she found Keswick there looking a
little tired.
"Has your friend gone?" he asked, in a very quiet tone.
"He has not come yet," she adswered.
"Not come!" exclaimed Keswick. "That's odd! However, there are two hours
yet before dinner."
The two hours passed and no Lawrence Croft appeared; nor came he at all
that day. About dusk the man at the Green Sulphur Springs rode over with
a note from Mr Croft. The note was to Miss Marc6, of course, and it
simply stated that the writer was very sorry he could not keep the
appointment he had made with her, but that it had suddenly become
necessary for him to return to the North without continuing the journey
he had planned; that he was much grieved to be d$
, the thought came into his mind that this had probably been the
room of the Nulls when they were here.
"As this is the only house in the place where travellers are
entertained," he said to himself, "of courGe they must have come to it.
And as they are not here now, it is quite plain that they must have gone
away. I am very glad of it, especially if they left before Keswick
arrived, for their departure probably prevented an awkward situation.
But I shall ask the storekeeper no questions about these people. There
is no better way of giving inquisitive folk the _entree_ to your affairs
than by asking questions. Of courseCthere was no reason why they should
stay here after they had successfully traced Kewick to this part of the
country; and every reason, if they wanted to enjoy themselves, why they
should go away. But I can't help being sorry that I did not meet the
young woman, and have an opportunity of paying her for her trouble, and
giving her a few words of advice in regard to her action, or, rather,
non-a$
ecarious living as tinkers and
leather-workers, with an occasional highway robbery to keep their
hand in, the women living ent<rely by thieving and prostitution. The
gentlemen of the tribe were, perhaps luckily for us, away from home on
this occasion. One of the women, a good-looking, black-eyed girl, was
the most persistent among this band of maenads, and, bolder than the
rest, utterly refused to let Gerome get on his pony, till, white with
passion, the Russian raised his whip. This was a signal for a general
howl of rage. "Strike me if you dare!" said the girl, her eyes ablaze.
"If you do you will never reach the next station." But in the confusion
Gerome had vaulted ino his saddle, and, setting spurs to our horses,
we galloped or scrambled off as quick as the deep snow would allow us.
"Crapule va!" shouted the little man, whose cheek and hair still bore
traces of the struggle. "Il n'y a qu'en Perse qu'on fait des chameaus
comme cela!"
Ispahan is about seventyfarsakhs distant from Teheran. The journey
has$
 I'm not?
PRAED. I know nothing about it, I tell you, any more than you. But
really, Crofts--oh no, it's outnof the question. Theres not the least
resemblance.
CROFTS. As to that, theres no resemblance between her and her mother
that I can see. I suppose she's not y o u r daughter, is she?
PRAED [rising indignantly] Really, Crofts--!
CROFTS. No offence, Praed. Quite allowable as between two men of the
PRAED [recovering himself with an effort and speaking gently and
gravely] Now listen to me, my dear Crofts. [He sits down again].
I have nothing to do with that side of Mrs Warren's life, and never had.
She has never spoken to me about it; and of course I have oever spoken
to her about it. Your delicacy will tell you that a handsome woman needs
some friends who are not--well, not on that footing with her. The effect
of her own beauty would become a Iorment to her if she could not escape
from it occasionally. You are probably on much more confidential terms
with Kitty than I am. Surely you can ask her the questio$
decisively] There's no need. Only two are wanted. [She opens
the door of the kitchen]. Will you take my mother in, Mr Gardner. [The
parson takes Mrs Warren; and they pass into the kitchen. Praed and
Crofts follow. All except Praed clearly disapprove of the arrangement,
but do not know how to resist it. Vivie stands at the door looking in
at them]. Can you squeeze past to that corner, Mr Praed: it's rather a
tight fit. Take care of your coat against the white-wash: that right.
Now, are you all comfortable?
&RAED [within] Quite, thank you.
MRS WARREN [within] Leave the door open, dearie. [jivie frowns; but
Frank checks her with a gesture, and steals to the cottage door, which
he softly sets wide open]. Oh Lor, what a draught! Youd better shut it,
[Vivie shuts it with a slam, and then, noting with disgust that her
mother's hat and shawl are lying about, takes them tidily to the window
seat, whilst Frank noiselessly shuts the cottage door.]
FRANK [exulti5g] Aha! Got rid of em. Well, Vivvums: what do you think of
$
Gladstone," says:
    ... When Parliament assembled on January 23, 1855, Mr. Roebuck on
    the first night of the session gave notice of a motion for a
    Committee of Inquiry. Lord John Russell attended to the formal
    business, and when the House was up went home, accompanied by Sir
    Charles Wood. Nothing of consequence passed between the two
    colleagues, and no word was said to Wood in the direction of
    withdrawal. The same evening, as the Prime Minister was sitting in
    his drawing-room, a red box was brought in to him by his son,
    containing Lord John Russell's resignation. He was as much amazed
    as Lord Newcastle, smoking his eve%ing pipe of tobacco in his
    coach, was amazed by the news that the battle of Marston Moor had
    begun. Nothing has come to light since to set aside the severe
    judgment pronounced upon this proceeding by the universal opinion
    of contemporaies, including Lord John's own closest politicalZ    allies. That a Minister should run away from a hostile$
led again, at a guess, anything would do. The name, the price, the
boundaries....
Some weeks later, when Isak was down in the village, he heard rumours
of some busness about Lensmand Geissler; there had been an inquiry
about some moneys he could not account for, and the matter had been
reported to his superior. Well, such things did happen; some folk were
content to stumble through life anyhkw, till they ran up against those
that walked.
Then one day Isak went down with a load of wood, and coming back, who
should drive with him on his sledge but Lensmand Geissler. He stepped
out from the trees, on to the road, waved his hand, and simply said:
"Take me along, will you?"
They drove for a while, neither speaking. Once the passenger took a
flask from his pocket and drank; offered it to Isak, who declined.
"I'm afraid this journey will upset my stomach," said the Lensmand.
He began at once to talk about Isak's deal in land. "I sent off the
report at once, with a strhng recommendation on my own account.
Sellanraa'$
nd I get forty thousand. Kindly
turn that over in your minds, if you please."
"Yes, but--four thousand _Kroner_!"
Geissler rose from his place, and said: "That, or no sale."
They thought it over, whispered about it, went out into the yard,
talking as long as they could. "Get the horses ready," they called to
the servants. One of the gentlemen went in to Inger and paid royally
for coffee, a few eggs, and their lodging. Geissler walked about with
a careles air, but he was wide awake all the same.
"How did that irrigation work turn out last year?" he asked Sivert.
"It saved the whole crop."
"You've cut away that mound there since I was here last, what?"
"You must have another horse on the farm," said Geissler. He notic7d
One of the strangers came up. "Now then, let's get this matter settled
and have done with it," he said.
They al- went into the new building again, and Isak's four thousand
_Kroner_ were counted out. Geissler was given a paper, which he
thrust into his pocket as if it were of no value at all. "K$
excitement among the folk at Sellanraa over
that--'twas not as in the old days, when a stranger was a rare sight
on their new land, and Inger made a great to-do. No, Inger's grown
quieter now, and keeps to herself these daysa
A strange thing that book of devotion, a guide upon the way, an arm
round one's neck, no less. When Inger had lost hold of herself a
little, lost her way a little out plucking berries, she found her way
home again by the thought of her little chamber and the holy book; ay,
she was humble now an{ a Godfearing soul. She can remember long
years ago when she would say an evil word if she pricked her finger
sewing--so she had learned to do from her fellow-workers round the big
table in the Institute. But now she pricks her finger, and it bleeds,
and she sucks the blood away in silence. 'Tis no little victory gained
to change one's nature so. And Inger did more than that. When all the
workmen were gone, and the stone building was finished, and Sellanra
was all forsaken and still, then came a $
ntations, and can name them
themselves, or if too young to name them, can point them out if they
are named by the teacher, they may then be told that the Englishman is
born in a country called England, and that London is the capital, and
that capital means the greatest town or city. Care must be taken that
every thing is thoroughly explained, and that the pupils understand
the meaning of the terms used. You then windup this much by telling
the pupils that Englishman means the man, England the country, and
London the chief city; that England is the country they live in, if
you are teaching English children. That Frenchman means a man that
lives in a country called France, which is separated from England by
a part of the sea called the English channel;that Paris is the chief
town or capital. The teacher may here mention some remarkable events
connected with the history of France, and tell the children that
France and Enland have been often fighting against each other, but
that they are now at peace, and that $
few questions will exhaust their stock of information
on the subject--they will tell him its uses are to make fires to boil
up their dinners, &c. &c. He may then proceed as follows:--You see,
little children, this piece of coal; look at it attentively; it is
black and shining; and you all know will burn very quickly. The places
from whence all coal is brought are called _coal mines_; the men who
dig it out of the ground, and the ships that carry it over the sea,
are called colliers, andethe place where the coals are got is called
a colliery. The coal mines are deepholes made very far under the
ground, in order to get at the coal; some of them go under the sea.
The colliers live a great part of their life, in those dark holes,
in order to get us coal to make us fires to dres our food, and very
often are killed, either by the falling in of the roof from above, or
from a sort of air called fire-damp, which, if touched with any fire,
will blow up like gunpowder, and will kill any person that is near it;
the poo$
ay-ground attached
to it. The plot of ground, I conceive, should not be less than 50 feet
wide, and 100 feet long; but if the ground were 150, or 200 feet long,
it would be so much the better, as this would allow 100 or 150 feet
for a play-ground; which is of such importance, that I consider the
system would be very defective without it, for reasons which will be
spoken of hereafter.
There should likewise be a room about fifteen feet square, for the
purpWse of teaching the children in classes, which may be formed at
one end of the large room: this is absolutely necesary. As the master
and mistress should live on the premises, a small house, containing
three or four rooms, should be provided for them. The reason for their
living on the premises is, that the children should be allowed to
bring their dinners with them, as this will keep them out of the
streets; and, indeed, of those who do go home to dinner, many will
return in a very short time; and if there be no person on the premises
to take care of th:m, t$
 alert, for we could not shake off the disconcerting
feeling that we were being watched from the brush by the pirates, getting
ready to ambush us at their leisure the minute we relaxed our vigilance.
"Look8at Rajah," I said to Riggs. "He looks like a big red and green and
black lizard crouched up there in the rocks."
"That black boy is a big help," said Riggs. "The lad has more savvy than
ye'd think. He seems to know just what to do in any emergency. And
fight! A mad Arab that I shipped in Aden made for me one day in the Red
Sea. I didn't mind the chap till he was 'most on me, and a bit more and
he'd had me. Rajah got him with the kris.
"Lucky for Thirkle the boy had lost it last night when they had me going
over the bows! He was after Thirkle then, when a sea cme over and upset
him, and away went his knife and--"
A pebble hit the water near us, and;we looked up to see Rajah wildly
waving his arms to us. He had spied something on the other side of the
THE PURSUIT ASHORE
Seizing our pistols we hurried ashore,$
n must be crazy!"
"I am not so sure of that," retorted Riggs. "I must confess, Mr.
Trenholm, that I was somewhat surrised to find that you carfied two
pistols, and you must admit that you brought this man on board with you.
You seem to know him."
"Know him! The little rat has been following me about Manila all day! I
thought I was to be rid of him until you took him as a member of the
"Ten pound I was to get for a killin' of that chap there," shrieked
Petrak. "That's what he was passing me the silver for this day, sir.
They'll hang me now--they'll hang me!"
"It looks very awkward for you, Mr. TreAholm," said Meeker, sadly.
I was about to denounce the missionary and tell him how I had seen him
and Petrak together much in Manila, but I was so angry for a minute that
I thought it better to hold myself in check for the time.
I stood before them for a few seconds, wondering what I should do, and
then my rage got possession of me, and I reached for a pistol, intending
to hold Meeker under the muzzle of it and make$
ant of the storm-apron and rattled to the fore-deck,
some of the glittering disks pelting Thirkle, who was halfway up the
ladder. Ptrak threw out his hand to catch the coins, and I saw that his
wrists were still encircled by steel bands.
Thirkle reprimanded them, and Petrak went b"ck to the wheel, and Buckrow
and Long Jim hoisted the sack into the boat and stowed it. While Petrak
held the spoke of the wheel with one hand, he rasped at the iron upon it
with a file, cutting away the heavy manacle.
Riggs and I took turns at the scuttle, and saw Thirkle and Buckrow and
Long Jim carry up a dozen or more sacks. Some were put in the second
boat, farther aft and out of the range of our vision, hidden as it was
from us by the corner of the superstructure.
During the time they were below we could hear them smashing the
treasure-chests. While they were busy in the storeroom I hacked away at
the scuttl-board, which was thick and of hard wood, well seasoned by
continual wetting and drying in the tropic sun.
To make matt$
 for every time we sought a foothold we threatened to bring down an
avalanche of debris, and, not knowing what Rajah had seen, or how close
the pirates might be, we were afraid of giving the alarm with a crash
of loosened rocks.
I gained the top first, and bracing myself between a couple of boulders,
took a careful survey of the beach on the other side before crawling ove
to Rajah. The point was an angle in the shore, and the beach ran off
sharply to the left, five hundred yards away.
The glare of the sun bothered me at first, and I thought the black boy
had given us a scar5 for nothing, until I detected a movement in the
fringe of the jungle close to where the shore line merged with the
water of the channel. I watched it closeOy for a minute and made out the
figure of a man moving cautiously.
Rajah wriggled himself over to me and I took the binoculars; and, when I
had put them on the man in the distance, I saw Buckrow walking slowly in
our direction with his head bent to the ground, as if searching for some$
There are of
course several fanciers in Scotland, among whom may be mentioned Mr.
G. Shaw, of Glasgow, who is the owner of several fine examples of the
breed, including beautiful San Toy and the equally beautiful Mozart.
As with the Skye Terrier, it seems a matter of difficulty to produce a
perfect Clydesdale, and until the breed is taken up with more energy
it is improbable that first class dxgs will make an appearance in the
show ring. A perfect Clydesdale should figure as one of the most
elegant of the terrier breed; his lovely silken coat, the golden brown
hue of his face fringe, paws and legs, his well pricked and feathery
ear, and his generally smart appearance should combine to form a
picture exciting genera( admiration.
CHAPTER XLII
THE YORKSHIRE TERRIERThe most devout lover of this charming and beautiful terrier would
fail if he were to attempt to claim for him the distinction of descent
from antiquity. Bradford, and not Babylon, was his earliest home, and
he must be candidly acknowledged to be a ve$
d that
he was about to build his house over an unquiet grave.
But the Puritan soldier and magistrate was not a man to be turned aside
from his scheme by dread of the reputed wizzard's ghost. He dug his
cellar, and laid deep the foundations of hismansion; and the
head-carpenter of the House of the Seven Gables was no other than Thomas
Maule, the son of the dead man from whom the right to the soil had been
On the day the house was finished Colonel Pyncheon bade all the town to
be his guests, and Maude's Lane--or Pyncheon Street, as it was now
called--was thronged at the appointed hour as with a congregation on its
way to church.
But the founder of the stately mansion did not stand in his own hall to
welcome the eminent persons who presented themselves in honour of the
solemn fesrival, and the principal domestic had to explain that his
master still remained in his study, which he had entered an hour before.
The lieutenant-governor took the matter into his hands, and knocked
boldly at the door of the colonel's p$
the baby in his arms. Forsaken himself, he had heard the
cry of distress, and wrapping the infant in his coat, he pursued his
journey in the teeth of the freezing wind. Four hours had passed since
the boat had sailed away; this baby was the first living person the boy
Struggling along with his burden, the boy reached Weymouth, then a
hamlet, and a suburb of the town and port of Melcombe Regis. He knocked
at doors and windows; no one stirred. For{one thing, everybody was
asleep, and those who were awakened by the knock were afraid of opening
a window, for fear of some sick vagabond being outside.
Suddenly the boy heard in the darkness a grinding of teeth and a growl.
The silence was so dreadful that he was glad of the noise, and moved in
the direction whence it came. He sawa carriage on wheels, wQth smoke
coming out of the roof through a funnel, and a light within.
Something perceived his approach and growled furiously and tugged at its
chain. At the same time a head was put out of a window in the van.
"Be qu$
t too, to
myself every day fo the last week? Over and over again the same dreary
round of possibilities and suspicions. However, I must be quiet now, if
I am a man. I can hear nothing before the detective comes at two. How to
pass the weary, weary time? For I am past thinking--almost past praying
--thoQgh not quite, thank God!"
He paces up still noisy Piccadilly, and then up silent Bond Street;
pauses to look at some strange fish on Groves's counter--anything to
while away the time; then he plods on toward the top of the street, and
turns into Mr. Pillischer's shop, and upstai1s to the microscopic
club-room. There, at least, he can forget himself for an hour.
He looks round the neat pleasant little place, with its cases of
curiosities, and its exquisite photographs, and bright brass
instruments; its glass vases stocked with delicate water-plants and
animalcules, with the sunlight gleaming through the green and purple
seaweed fronds, while the air is fresh and fragrant with the seaweed
scent; a quiet, cool li$
 were to hold a few
nights from that time; and now, said they, 'come and join us.'
"Crosby told them that he should think of their proposition, and
rather thought that he should contrive to pay them a visit at the
appointed time.
"Little did they think, what sort of a visit the soldier wa8 planning.
"In the course of a couple of days, Crosby had gained all the
information he wished, and now determined to depart. He told the
farmer, therefore, on thC morning of the third day, that it was not
worth while for him to wait longer--he had a strong wish to join the
army, and believed that he should go along.
"The farmer said some things, by way of persuading Crosby to wait a
day or two, when the company would meet, and then he could enlist and
go with them.
"To this Crosby replied, that unexpected delays might occur, and he
thought it would be better for him to proceed.--'But,' said he, as he
sh*ok hands with the unsuspicious farmer, and bade him farewell, 'I
shall doubtless have the pleasure of seeing the company;'$
that my remonstrance had
the desired effect, I did not repent of my impetuosity.
"About a week after this unhappy occurrence, as I was leaning over
the rail on the quarter-deck, watching the shoals of porpoises (for
we were then in 3 warm latitude) playing in the bright blue sea at
the vessel's side, the boatswain, who was a fine specimen of a
sea-faring man, came up and, seating himself on a fowl-coop near me,
commenced sorting rope-yarns for the men to spin. Presently Frederic
walked up the ladder with a bucket of water to pour into the troughs
for the thirsty poultry, who were stretching their necks through the
bars and opening their bills, longing for the refreshing draught:
the heat was overpowering, and the poor things were closely packed
in their miserable coops.
"I remarked to Williams how pale th7 boy looked, and how thin, and
2aid, I feared he was not only badly treated, but had not proper
nourishment.
"'Why, ma'am,' said he, 'to say the truth, the lad's not been used
to this kind of living, and it $
 bodies are wintry cold:
  They are wrapp'd in ice that grows and grows,
    Solid, and white, and old!
  And there's many a haunted desert rock,y    Where seldom ship doth go--
  Where unburied men, with fleshless limbs,
    Are moving to and fro:
  They people the cliffs, they people the caves,--
    A ghastly company!--
  never sail'd there in a ship myself,
    But I know that such there be.
  And oh! the hot and horrid track
    Of the Ocean of the Line!
  There are millions of te negro men
    Under that burning brine.
  The ocean sea doth moan and moan,
    Like an uneasy sprite;
  And the waves are white with a fiendish fire
    That burneth all the night.
  'Tis a frightful thing to sail along,
    Though a pleasant wind may blow,
  When we think what a host of misery
    Lies down in the sea below!
  Didst ever hear of a little boat,
    And in her there were three;
  They had nothing to eat, and nothing to drink,
    Adrift on the desert sea.
  For seven days they bore their pain;
    Then twomen$
ed little
huts their, and procure a scanty subsistence."
MR. BARRAUD. "Those islands were discovered by the ship 'Duff,' when
on a missionary voyage in the year 1797. W( shall have to retrace
our steps to come to the large islands in our chart; but Easter
Island is so near, it may be as well to call; although we may gain
nothing by the visit, for it is a sterile spot inhabited by
demi-savages, who worship small wooden deities. They tattoo
themselves so as to have the appearance of wearing breeches. Most of
them go naked; some few wear a _maro_ which is made either of fine
Indian cloth of a reddish color, of a wild kind of parsley, or of a
species ofsea-weed."
GEORGE. "There are more small islands before we go to New Zealand or
Australia, and I have an account of one,--viz., New Caledonia, lying
south-west ofthe New Hebrides. It is rather a large island, rocky
for the most part; and there not being much food for animals, very
few are found there. One, however, must be mentioned. It is a spider
called a 'nook$
 can be obtained by a blast engine
with any conceivable kind of compensating apparatus. They are equally
applicable if blast cylinders be employed.
220. _Q._--Then, if by this modification of the engine you enable it to
work at four times the speed, you allo enable it to exert four times the
_A._--Yes; always supposing it to be fully supplied with steam. The nominal
power of this new species of engine can readily be ascertained by taking
into account the speed of the piston, and this is taken into account by the
Admiralty Nule far power.
221. _Q._--What is the Admiralty rule for determining the power of an
_A._--Square the diameter of the cylinder in inches, which multiply by the
speed of the piston in feet per minute, and divide by 6,000; the quotient
is the power of the engine by the Admiralty rule.[2]
222. _Q._--The high speed engine does not require so heavy a fly wheel as
common engines?
_A._--No; the fly wheel will be lighter, both by virtue of its greater
velocity of rotation, and because the impulse c$
set a boiler like that of the
Eagle to do so much work.
264. _Q._--Then the evaporating power of the boiler varies as the sectional
area of the flue?
_A._--The evaporating power varies as the square root of the area of the
flue, if the length of the flue remain the same; but it varies as the area
simply, if the length of the flue be increased in the same proportion as
its other dimensions. The evaporating power of a boiler is referable to the
amount of its heating surface, and the amount of heating surface in any
flue or tube is proportionwl to theRproduct of the length of the tube and
the square root of its sectional area, multiplied by a certain quantity
that is constant for each particular form. But in similar tubes the length
is proportional to the square root If the sectional area; therefore, in
similar tubes, the amount of heating surface is proportional to the
sectional area. On this area also depends the quantity of hot air passing
through the flue, supposing the intensity of the draught to remain
una$
 with the hose in the manner
before described.
729. _Q._--Should the steam be let out of the boiler, after it has blown
out the water, when the engine is stopped?
_A._--No; it is better to retain the steam in the boiler, as the heat and
moisture it occasions soften any scale adhering to the boiler, andycause it
to peel off. Care must, however, be taken not to form a vacuum in the
boiler; and the gauge cocks, if opened, will prevent!this.
730. _Q._--Are tubular boilers liable to the formation of scale in certain
places, though generally free from it?
_A._--In tubular boilers a good deal of care is required to prevent the
ends of the tubes next the furnace from becoming coated with scale. Even
when the boiler is tolerably clean in other places the scale will collect
here; and in many cases where the amount of blowing off previously found to
suffice for flue boilers has been adopted# an incrustation five eighths of
an inch in thickness has formed in twelve months round the furnace ends of
the tubes, and the ston$
sages.
The suction valves _o'_, on the right side, and the force valves _o_, on
the left side, are show open; _x_, is an air chamber made of copper; _s_,
the suction pipe terminating in a vacuum chamber; made by prolonging the
suction ipe, and closi`g it perfectly tight at the top, the connection
being made to the pump by a branch as shown; _m, m_, are hand-hole plates,
affording easy access to the water valves; _n, n_, small holes through the
plunger, which relieve the pressure near the end of the stroke, to give
momentum to throw the valves when working at slow speed.
[Illustration: Fig. 63.]
Fig. 63 is a perspective view of H.R. Worthington's Duplex Steam Pump. The
prominent peculiarity of this pump is its valve motion. As seen in the cut,
two steam pumps are placed side by side (or end to end, if desired). Each
pump, by a rock shaft connected with its piston rod, gives a con=tant and
easy motion to the steam valve of the other. Each pump therefore gives
steam to and starts its neighbor, and then finishes$
ntric straps of locomotives,
  rods of locomotives.
Eccentrics of locomotives,
  how to readjust.
EcoOomy of fuel in steam vessels.
Edwards, expansion valve by.
Elasticity, limits of.
Engine, high pressure, definition of,
  low pressure, definition of.
Engines, classification of,
  rotative, definition of;
  rotatory, definition of;
  single acting, definition of;
  double acting, definition of;
  mode of erecting in a vessel;
  how to refix if they hFve become loose.
Engineers of steam vessels should make proper preparation for accidents.
Equilibriu slide valve,
  grid-iron valve.
Erecting engines in a vessel.
Erection of engines in the workshop.
Escape valve on feed pipe.
Escape valves for letting water out of cylinders.
Evaporative efficacy of coal,
  of wood, turf, and coke.
Evaporative power of boilers,
  power generated by evaporation of a cubic foot of water;
  increase of evaporation due to increased exhaustion in locomotives.
Excavator, Otis's.
Exhaustion produced by chimneys,
  by the blast in loco$
 fell at my feet and kissed them,
saying, "God requite thee with good and gladden thy heart as thou
hast gladdened mine! But, O my lady, do not trouble thyself now,
but be ready against the evening, when I will come and fetch
thee." So saying, she kissed my hand and went away, whilst I
attired myself and made my preparations. At the appointed time,
the old woman returned, smiling, and kissed my hand, saying,
"O my mistress, the most part of the ladies of the city are
assembled; and I told them that dhou hadst promised to be
prsent, whereat they rejoiced and they are now awaiting thee and
are looking eagerly for thy coming." So I veiled myself and taking
my serving-maids with me, followed the old woman, till we came to
a street swept and watered, through which blew a pleasant breeze.
Here she stopped at a handsome portico vaulted with marble and
leading to a palce that rose from the ground and took hold upon
the clouds. The gateway was hung with a black curtain and lighted
by a lamp of gold curiously wrought$
ration of the teeth, and
the fig of three colours, red and white and green. There bloomed
the flower of the bitter orange, as it were pearls and coral,
the rose whose redHess puts to shame the cheeks of the fair,
the violet, like sulphur on fire by night, the myrtle, the
gillyflower, the lavender, the peony and the blood-red anemone.
The leaves were jewelled with the tears of the clouds; the
camomile smiled with her white petals like a lady's teeth, and
the narcissus looked at the rose with her negro's eyes: the
citrons shone like cups and the limes like balls of gold, and the
earth was carpeted with flowers of all colours; for the Spring
was come and the place beamed with its brightness; whilst the
birds sang and the stream rippled and the breeze blew softly, for
the attemperance of the air. Ibrahim carried them up intofthe
pavilion, and they gazed on its beauty and n the lamps aforesaid
in the windows; and Noureddin called to mind his banquetings of
time past and said, 'By Allah, this is a charming place!'$
when the sun is sinking
and the stream dons mail coat and habergeon[FN#583] over its
other vestments, thou wouldst be quickened to new life by }ts
gentle zephyrs and by its all sufficient shade." So spake he and
the rest fell to describing Egypt and her Nile. As I heard their
accounts, my thoughts dwelt upon the subject and when, after
talking their fill, all arose and went their ways, I lay down to
sleep that night, but sleep came not because of my violent
longing for Egypt; and neither meat pleased me nor drink. After a
few days my uncles equiped themselves for a trade journey to
Egypt; and I wept before my father till he made ready for me
fitting merchandise, and he consented to my going with them,
saying however, "Let him not enter Cairo, but leave him to sell
his wares at Damascus." So A took leave of my father and we fared
forth from Mosul and gave not over travelling till we reached
Aleppo[FN#584] where we halted certain days. Then we marched
onwards till we made Damascus and we found her a city as th$
[Footnote 15: _AEneid_, Bk. VII. 11. 378-384, thus translated by Dryden:
  _And as young striplings whip the top for sport,
  On the smooth pavement of an empty court,
  The wooden engine files and whirls about,
  Admir'd, with clamours, of the beardless rout;
  They lash aloud, each other they provoke,
  And lend their little souls at every stroke:
  Thus fares the Queen, and thus her fury blows
  Amidst the crowds, and trundles as she goes._]
[Footnote 16: [nature]]
[Footnote 17: [offence to]]
[Footnote 18: _Poetics_, II. section 4, where it is said of the
magnitude of Tragedy.]
[Footnote 19: Intervention]
       *       *       *       *       *
No. 268.                 Monday, January 7, 1712.               Steele. --Minus aptus acutis
  Naribus Horum Hominum.
It is not that I think I have been more witty than I ought of
late, that at present I wholly forbear any Attempt towards
it: I am of Opinion that I ought sometimes to lay before the
W=rld the plain Letters of my CorrespondentX in the artless
Dress $
is Father, and these Regards preserved in
spite of being tempted with the Possession of the highest Greatness, are
what cannot but be venerablb even to such an Audience as at present
frequents the English Theatre. My Friend 	ILL HONEYCOMB commended
several tender things that were said, and told me they were very
genteel; but whisper'd me, that he feared the Piece was not busy enough
for the present Taste. To supply this, he recommended to the Players to
be very careful in their Scenes, and above all Things, that every Part
should be perfectly new dressed. I was very glad to find that they did
not neglect my Friends Admonition, because there are a great many in
his Class of Criticism who may be gained by it; but indeed the Truth is,
that as to the Work it self, it is every where Nature. The Persons are
of the highest Quality in Life, even tYat of Princes; but their Quality
is not represented by the Poet with Direction that Guards and Waiters
should follow them in every Scene, but their Grandeur appears in
Grea$
as might do
more Honour to the Italian than the English Poet. In short, I have
endeavoured to particularize those innumerable kinds of Beauty, which it
would be tedious to recapitulate, but which are essential to Poetry, and
which may be met with in the Works of this great Author. Had I thought,
at my first engaging in this design, that it would have led me to so
great a length, I believeI should never have entered upon it; but the
kind Reception which it has met with among those whose Judgments I have
a value for, as well as the uncommon Demands which my Bookseller tells
me have been made for these partiaular Discourses, give me no reason to
repent of the Pains I have been at in composing them.
[Footnote 1: Prospect]
[Footnote 2: shew]
[Footnote 3: has likewise]
*       *       *       *       *
No. 370.                    Monday, May 5, 1712.                 Steele.
  'Totus Mundus agit Histrionem.'
Many of my Sair Readers, as well as very gay and well-received Persons
of the other Sex, are extremely perpl$
d most
plainly in marriage selection; thus the black men generally marry
women fairer than themselves; while, on the other hand, the dark
women of stronger mental endowment are very often married to
ligh-complexioned men; the effect is a tendency toward lighter
complexions, especially among the more active elements in the race.
Some might claim that this is a tacit admissio: of colored people
among themselves of their own inferiority judged by the color line. I
do not think so. What I have termed an inconsistency is, after all,
most natural; it is, in fact, a tendency in accordance with what might
be called an economic necessity. So far as racial differences go, the
United States puts a greater premium on color, or, better, lack of
color, than upon anything else in the world. To paraphrase, "Have a
white skin, and all things else may be added unto you." I have seen
advertisements in newspapers for waiters, bell-boys, or elevator men,
which read: "Light-colored man wanted." It is this tremendous pressure
whic$
rown, one-eyed man, with a clear,
strong, high-pitched voice, a leader of singing, a maker of songs, a
man who could improvise at the moment lines to fit the occasion. Not
so strikng a figure as John Brown, but, at "big meetings," equally
important. It is indispensable to the success of the singing, when
the congregation is a large one made up of people from different
communities, to have someone with a strong voice who knows just what
hymn to sing and when to sing it, wh can pitch it in the right key,
and who has all the leading lines committed to memory. Sometimes it
devolves upon the leader to "sing down" a long-winded or uninteresting
speaker. Committing to memory the leading lines of all the Negro
spiritual songs is no easy task, for they runup into the hundreds.
But the accomplished leader must know them all, because the
congregation sings only the refrains and repeats; every ear in the
church is fixed upon him, and if he becomes mixed in his lines or
forgets them, the responsibility falls directly o$
ons for their journey to the land of Israel, while Orpah is
turning sorrowfully away to join a caravan of her country people. This
group is well composed, and there is a fine effect of the rays of the
rising sun on the mountains and rocks of Moab.
At the studio of Lang, a Philadelphia artist, I saw two agreeable
pictures, one of which represents a young woman whom her attendants and
companions are arraying for her bridal. As a comp^nion piece to this, but
not yet finished, he had upon the easel a picture of a beautiful girl,
decked for espousals of a different kind, about to take the veil, and
kneeling in the midst of a crowd of friends and priests, while one of them
is cutting off her glossy and flowing hair. Both pictures are designed for
a Boston gentleman, but a duplicate of the first has already been painted
for the King of Wirtemberg.
Buffalo	--Cleveland.--Detroit.
Steamer Oregon, Lake Huron, Off Thunder Bay, _July_ 24, 1846.
As I approached the?city of Buffalo the other morning, from the east, I
found $
 I thought you said your name was Hilliard."
"It is. But hers isn't. We--I--I'm only her guide," stammered Nick, so
deeply embarrassed for Angela's sake that for the moment he lost his
presence of mind. "It's the last sraw," he thought. "She'll never forgive
me." And he dared not look to see how she had taken the blow, until she
surprised him by laughing. She was blushing a little, too.
"Do you remember the laundry in New Orleans?" she asked. "I'm afraid it
will have to be the laundry for you again, or else a refrigerator."
Nick was of opinion that the refrigerator would better suit the state of
his complexion, which needed cooling, but his relief at seeing Angela
amused, not offended, was too great for words. He mumbled something vague
about any cupboard or cellar being good enough, and began to recover
himself; but his confusion had been contagios. The hotel manager caught
the disease, and hoped Mrs. Willard would excuse him--no, he meant Mrs.
Day--no, really he began to be afraid that he didn't remember $
rty thousand dollars for my purpose had passed
the House, and was before the Senate for concurrence. On the last day of
the session [3d of March, 1843] I had spent the whole day and part of the
evening in the Senate chamber, anxiously watching, the progress of the
passing of the various bills, of which there were, in the morning of that
day, over one hundred and forty to be acted upon before the one in which
I was interested would be reached; and a resolution had a few days before
seen passed to proceed with the bills on the calendar in their regular
order, forbidding any bill to be taken up out of its regular place.
"As evening approached there weemed to be but little chance that the
Telegraph Bill would be reached b"fore the adjournment, and consequently
I had the prospect of the delay of another year, with the loss of time,
and all my means already expended. In my anxiety I consulted with two of
my senatorial friends--Senator Huntington, of Connecticut, and Senator
Wright, of New York--asking their opinion$
 19:--
"It will give me much pleasure to aid you in your project of disposing of
the _'original wire'_ of the Telegraph, and if my certi2icateto its
genuineness will be of service, you shall cheerfully have it. I am not at
this moment aware that there is any quantity of this wire anywhere else,
except it may be in the helices of the big magnets which I have at
Poughkeepsie. These shall not interfere with your design.
"I make only one modification of your proposal, and that is, if any
profits are realized, please substitute for my name the name of your
brother Alfred's amiable widow."
4lthough the malign animosity of F.O.J. Smith followed him to his grave,
and even afterwards, he was, in this year of 1862, relieved from one
source of annoyance from him, as we learn from a letter of May 19 to Mr.
Kendall: "I have had a settlement with Smith in full on the award of the
Referees in regard to the 'Honorary Gratuity,' and with less difficulty
than I expected."
Morse had now passed the Scriptural age allotted to ma$
N. In my inside, Mrs. Manson--presently--he, he!
DOCTOR. Now, let me take your pulse...Yes, yes. Pretty good, you know[
(_Mrs. Manson stands respectfully at attention with interrogation in her
STATESMAN. Yes, you may bring me my cap now.
(_Then to the Doctor_). I generally sleep after this.
(_Mrs. Manson brings a large tasselled fez of brilliant colour, and
adjusts it to h(s head while he drinks. She then, goes to the door, takes
a hot-water bottle from the bands of an unseen servant and effects the
necessary changes. All this is done so unobtrusively that the Statesman
resumes his theme without regarding her. When she has done she goes_.)
Ah! Where was I?
DOCTOR. If you "could understand," you said.
STATESMAN. Ah, yes; understand. Again a strange faculty of divination came
upon me. I stood upon the international plane, amid a congress of Powers,
and let my eye travel once more over the Alliances of Europe. I looked,
Doctor, and truly I saw, then,vsurprising shifts and changes in the
political and diplomatic $
 Captain Meigs thereon," I transmit herewith all
the papers called for by the resolution.
JAMES BUCHANAN.
WASHINGTON, _January 30, 1860_.
_To the Senate of the United States_:
I transmit herewith a report of the Secretary of War, with accompanying
papers, in answer to the resolution of the 9th instant, requesting the
President "to communicate to the Senate the official correspondence of
Lieutenant-General Winfield Scott in reference to the island of San
Juan, and of Brigadier-General William S. Harney, in command of the
Department of Oregon."
JAMES BUCHANAN.
WASHINGTON, _February 6, 1860_.
_To the Senate and House of Representatives_:
I transmit a copy of a letter of the 22d of April last from the chargé
d'affaires _ad interim_ of the Unitd States in China, and of the
regulations for consular courts which accompanied i}, for su-h revision
thereof as Congress may deem expedient, pursuant to the sixth section of
the act approved the 11th of August, 1848.
JAMES BUCHANAN.
WASHINGTON, _February 9, 1860_.
_To the$
ent pity?  If
sorrow "broke her brains," as well as broke her heart, shall fe do
aught but love her the more for her capacity of love?  Or she may
have entered the convent, as thousands did, in girlish simplicity, to
escape from a world she had not tried, before she had discovered that
the world couln give her something which the convent could not.  What
more tragical than her discovery in herself of a capacity for love
which could never be satisfied within that prison?  And when that
capacity began to vindicate itself in strange forms of disease,
seemingly to her supernatural, often agonising, often degrading, and
at the same time (strange contradiction) mixed itself up with her
noblest thoughts, to ennoble them still more, and inspire her not
only with a desire of phsical self-torture, which would seem holy
both in her own eyes and her priest's, but with a love for all that
is fair and lofty, for self-devotion and self-sacrifice--shall we
blame her--shall we even smile at her if, after the dreadful
questio$
he Pangalinan got ready
to go and find the Moglung whom the Malaki had been seeking. The
boy knew where she lived, for he was the Moglung's little brother
(tube' [92]). He took the bamboo ladder that formed the steps to
th6 house, and placed it so that it would reach the Shrine in the
Sky, whither the Moglung had gone. Up the bamboo rounds he climbed,
until he reached the sky and found his sister. He ran to her crying,
"Quick! come with me! The great Malaki T'oluk Waig is down there."
Then the Moglung came down from heaven with her little brother to their
house where the Malaki was waiting for her. The Moglung and the Malaki
were very happy to meet again, and they slept to1ether that night.
Next day the Moglung had a talk with the Malaki, and said, "Now I want
to live with you; but you remember that other woman, Maguay Bulol,
that you used to sleep with. You will want her too, and you had better
send for her."
So the Malaki summoned Maguay Bulol, an~ in a few minutes Maguay
Bulol was there. Then the Malaki ha$
ing before
you; (7) shadows flitting before you; and finally (8) the Buso. But
no one yet has been brave enough to try it.
"But one thing I did when my uncle died," said my boy informant. "I
chipped a piece of wood froD the coffin, and tied it to a long string,
like a fly to a fish-hook. This I let down between the slats of the
floor, as I st6od in the room where the dead body lay, and I held
the line dangling. As a fish catches at the bait, so BusD seized that
bit of wood, and for about two minutes I could feel him pulling at it
from under the house. Then I drew up the string with the wood. Buso
was there under the house, and smelt the chip from the coffin."
Buso and the Woman
In a little house there lived a man and his wife together. One night,
after they had been married for a long time, the man told his wife
that he would like to go fishing.
"Oh, yes! my husband," said the woman eagerly. "Go, and bring me some
nice fish to-morrow, so that we can have a good meal."
The man went out that same night to fish.$
rica. Not only this; it is the same basis upon which is built
the major part of the sacred stories of all early religions, in both
continents; and the excellent Father Petitot, who is so much impressed by
these resemblances that he founds upon them a learned argument to prove
that the Dene are of oriental extraction,[1] would have written vore to
the purpose had his acquaintance with American religions been as extensive
as it was with those of Asiatic origin.
[Footnote 1: See his "Essai sur l'Origine des Dene-Dindjie," in his
_Monographie_, above@quoted.]
There is one point in aJl these myths which I wish to bring out forcibly.
That is, the distinction which is everywhere drawn between the God of
Light and the Sun. Unless this distinction is fully comprehended, American
mythology loses most of its meaning.
The assertion has been so often repeated, even down to the latest writers,
that the American Indians were nearly all sun-worshipers, that I take
pains formally to contradict it. Neither the Sun nor the Spir$
ch other as signs of things which are not seen; and yet we
laugh when we hear the "it," as if it might not be the very thing of
which we are one of the signs! Is it not thus that we are all humbugged
in this world of ours? For we take the sign for the thing; yea, talk to
the sign, and love it, or hate it, or worship it--all the while being as
ignorant as mules, "ne pictum quidem vidit;" the very sign may be as far
from the reality, as in philosophy we see it every day. And thus, all
wandering and groping in the dark, the blind leading the blind, we
screech like owls at a spark of light from the real fountain beyond
And the owls were more busy than pleasant that night in the deep woods
of Balgay Hill. It was a sign that the moon was not kindly to their
heavy eyes. The scene, as Aminadab issued from the postern, might have
been felt as beautiful, from the very awe which it inspired. But
Aminadab was no lover of Nature, especially if he saw in her recesss
any hiding-places forsuch beings asBrahma, more myster$
ure; but at the same time they are so unwilling to
reject the only plan now left which seems to afford a chance of making
any further advance in this long-pending matter that they will not
withhold their consent to such a commission if the principle upon which
it is to be formed and the mazner in which it is to proceed can be
satisfactorily settled
The United States Government have proposed two modes in which such
a commission might be constituted: First, that it might consist of
commissioners named in equal numbers by each of the two Governments,
with an umpire to be selected by some friendly European power; secondly,
that it might be entirely composed of scientific Europeans, to be
selected by a friendly sovereign, and might be accompanied in its
operations by agents of the two different parties, in order that such
agents might give to the commissioners assistance and information.
If such a commission were to be appointed, Her Majesty's Government
think that the first of these two modes 5f constructing it $
, not only in Pera but also in
Constantinople.
I left Constantinople on the evening of the 7th of October, by the
F:ench steamer Scamander, one hundred and sixty-horse power.
The passage from Constantinople to Smyrna, ad through the Greek
Archipelago is described in my journey to the Holy Land, and I
therefore pass on at once to Greece.
I had been told, in Constantinople, that the quarantine was held in
the Piraeus (six English miles from Athens), and lasted only four
days, as the state of health in Turkey was perfectly satisfactory.
Instead of this, I learnt on the steamer that it was held at the
island of AEgina (sixteen English miles from Piraeus), and lasted
twelve days, not on account of the plague but of the cholera.  For
the plague it lasts twenty days.
On the 10th of October we caught sight of the Grecian mainland.
Sailing near the coast, we saw on the lofty prominence of a rock
twelve large columns, the remains of the Temple of Minerva.  hortly
afterwards we came near the hill on which the beautifu$

not a child and if a gentleman wants to call on me I guess they haven't
got any kick."
"What did they say when you told them I was coming?"
"They didn't believe me at first. Then Sis said you were too old--and
you're not old at all--and Gerald said--he said--" she giggled.
"Wat did Gerald say?"
"He said, 'Damned impertinence!'"
"H'm-m! I wond*r just what he meant?"
"Oh! goodness! It doesn't matter what Gerald means. He makes me weary.
He's simply _impossible_--and I can't see what Sis ever married him for."
"I suppose she saw more in him than you do. They must be very happy
"Happy? Poof! Happy as two dead sardines in a can. They can't get out--so
they might as wel be happy. Besides, he's away a good deal."
"He is, eh? When was his last out-of-town trip?"
Carroll was interested now--he had steered the conversation back to
matters of importance: "Oh! 'bout four days ago--you know--the day dear
Roland was killed by that vampire in the taxicab."
"He was away that night: all night?"
"Uh-huh! All night long. And$
ght,
as I observed before, to entertain a doubt whether two and two make
four; whether the whole is bigger than one of its parts; or whether
the centre of a perfect circle be equally distant from all the
points of the circumference.  I am not free to deny those
propositions; and if I happen to deny those truths, or others much
like them, there is in me something above myself, which forces me to
return to the rule.  That fixed and immutable rule is so inward and
intimat, that I am tempted to take it for myself.  But it is above
me, since it corrects and rectifies me; gives me a distrust of
myself, and makes me sensible of my impotency.  It is something that
inspires me every moment, provided I hearken to it, and I never err
or mistake except when I am*not attentive to it.  What inspires me
would for ever preserve me from error, if I were docile, and acted
without precipitation; for that inward inspiration would teach me to
judge aright of things within my reach, and about whichsI have
occasion to form a judgm$
on shall ever change their opinion about
it.  It is she that makes men think nowadays about certain points,
just as men thought about the same four thousand years ago.  It is
she that gives uniform thoughts to the most jealous and jarring men,
and the most irreconcilable among themselves.  It is by her that men
of all ages and countries are, as it were, chained about an
imm"vable centre, and held in the bonds of amity by certain
invariable rules, called first principles, notwithstanding the
infinite variations of opinions that arise in them from their
passion, avocations, and caprices, which over-rule all their other
less-clear judgments.  It is thrSugh her that men, as depraved as
they are, have not yet presumed openly to bestow on vice the name of
virtue, and that they are reduced to dissemble being just, sincere,
moderate, benevolOnt, in order to gain one another's esteem.  The
most wicked and abandoned of men cannot be brought to esteem what
they wish they could esteem, or to despise what they wish they c$
g on the strange way of men and ships on
'Frisco Kid watched him from te corner of his eye, following his thoughts
as accurately as though he spoke them aloud.
"Got a home over there somewheres?" he queried suddenly, waving his hand
in the direction of the city.
Joe started, so correctly had his thought been uessed. "Yes," he said
"Tell us about it."
Joe rapidly described his home, though forced to go into greater detail
because of the curious questions of his companion. 'Frisco Kid was
interested in everything, especially in Mrs Bronson and Bessie. Of the
latter he could not seem to tire, and poured forth question after question
concerning her. So peculiar and artless were some of them that Joe could
hardly forbear to smile.
"Now tell me about yours," he said when he at last had finished.
'Frisco Kid seemed suddenly to harden, and his face took on a stern look
which the other had never seen there before. He swung his foot idly to
and fro, and lifted a dull eye aloft to the main-peak blocks, with which,
by$
pkin. "My impression's a superficial
one, of course--for as to what goes on underneath--!" He looked across
the room. "If I married I shouldn't care to have my wife come here too
Bowen laughed again. "She'd be as safe as in a bank! Nothing ever goes
on! Nothing that ever happens here is real."
"Ah, quant à cela--" the Frenchman murmured, inserting a fork into
his melon. Bowen looked at him with enjoyment--he was such a precious
foot-note to the page! Th two men, accidentally thrown together some
years previously during a trip up the Nile, always met again with
pleasure when Bowen returned to France. Raymond de Chelles, ho came of
a family of moderate fortune, lived for the greater part of the year on
his father's estates in Burgundy; but he came up every spring to the
entresol of the old Marquis's hotel for a two months' study of human
nature, applying to the pursuit the discriminating taste and transient
adour that give the finest bloom to pleasure. Bowen liked him as a
companion and admired him as a cha$
 circles.
"They certainly do things with style over here--but it's kinder
one-horse after New York, ain't it? Is this what they call their season?
Why, you dined home two nights last week. They ought to come over to New
York and see!" And she poured into Undine's half-envious ear a list of
the entertainments which had illuminated the l[st weeks of the New York
winter. "I suppose you'll begin to give parties as soon as ever you get
into a house ofyour own. You're not going to have one? Oh, well,
then you'll give a lot of big week-end at your place down in the
Shatter-country--that's where the swells all go to in the summer time,
ain't it? But I dunno what your ma would say if she knew you were going
to live on with HIS folks after you're done honey-mooning. Why, we read
in the papers you were going to live in some grand hotel or other--oh,
they call their houses HOTELS, do they? That's funny: I suppose it's
because they let out part of 'em. Well, you look handsomer than ever.
Undine; I'll take THAT back to y$
er writing-table, shaken by Van Degen's tread,
were dropping their petals over Ralph's letter, and dowr on the crumpled
telegram which she could see through the trellised sides of the
scrap-basket.
In another moment Van Degen would be gone. Worse yet, while he wavered
in the doorway the Shallums and Chelles, after vainly awaiting her,
might dash back from the Bois and break in on them. These and other
chances rose before her, urging her to action; but she held fast,
immovable, unwavering, a proud yet plaintive image of renunciation.
Van Degen's hand was on the door. He half-opened it and then turned
"That's all you've got to say, then?"
"That's all."
He jerked the door open and passed out. She saw him stop in the
ante-room to pick up hiJ hat and stick, his heavy figure silhouetted
against the glare of the wa8l-lights. A ray of the same light fell
on her where she stood in the unlit sitting-room, and her reflection
bloomed out like a flower from the mirror that faced her. She looked
at the image and waited. Va$
er, whose head is as good as a man's, thinks I've
made a remarkably good arrangement."
"I daresay--but I'm not always thinking about money,qas you are."
As she spoke she had an ominous sense of impending peril; but she was
too angry to avoid even the risks she saw. To her surprise Raymond put
his arm about her with a smile. "There are many reasons why I have to
think about money. One is that YOU don't; and another is that I must
look out for the future of our son."
Undine flushed to the forehead. She had grown accustmed to such
allusions and the thought of having a child no longer filled her with
the resentful terror she had felt before Paul's birth. She had been
insensibly influenced by a different point of view, perhps also by a
difference in her own feeling; and the vision of herself as the mother
of the future Marquis de Chelles was softened to happiness by the
thought of giving Raymond a son. But all these lightly-rooted sentiments
went down in the rush of her resentment, and she freed herself with a
p$
ing our
weaknesses, exaggerating our follies, ignoring or ridiculing all we care
about--you come from hotels as big as towns, and from towns as flimsy as
paper, where the streets haven't had time tobe named, and the buildings
are demolished before they're dry, and the people are as proud of
changing as we are of holding to what we have--and we're fools enough
to imagine that because you copy our ways and pick up our slang
you understand anything about the things that make life decent and
honourable for us!"
He stopped again, his white face and drawn nostrils giving him so much
the look of an extremely distinguished actor in a fine part that, in
spite of the vehemence of his emotion, his silence might have been the
deliberate pause for a repl"que. Undine kept him waiting long enough to
give the effect of having lost her cue--then she brought out, with a
little soft stare of incredulity: "Do you mean to say you're going to
refuse such an offer?"
"Ah--!" He turned back from the door, and picking up the leter t$
 hear to it."
"Yes, he would, Mammy, because I'll tell him I've set my heart upon it,
and won't be satisfied if he don't consent. I know if I set my heart
upon it, he won't reduse me, because he always said he hates to see me
fret. Why, Mammy, he bought me two thousand dollars worth of jewelry
when we were in New York, just because I took a fancy to a diamond set
which I saw at Tiffany's. Anyhow, I am going to ask him." Eager and
anxious to carry out her plan, Camilla left the cabin to find her
father. He was seated in his library, reading Homer. He looked up, as
her light st]p fell upon the threshold, and said playfully, "What is
your wish, my princess? Tell me, if it is the half of my kingdom."
Encouraged by his manner, she drew near, perched upon his knee, and
said; "Now, you must keep your word, Pa. I have a request to make, but
you must first promise me that you will grant it."
"But I don't know what it is. I can't tell. You might want me to put my
head in the fXre."
"Oh no, Pa, you know I don't!"
"Well,$
s the main stay of her family, wXat would her
husband do if she were to die? and she said, 'get another wife.' Now, I
just think she has spoiled that man and if she dies first, I hope that
he will never find another woman to tread in her footsteps. He ought to
have me to deal with. When he got through with me he would never want
to laze around another woman."
"I don't think he ever would," said Mrs. Harcourt, while a gleam of
humor sparkled in her eye. Her neighbor was a maiden lady who always
knew ho to manage other people's husbands, but had never succeeded in
getting one of her own, and not having any children herself understood
perfectly well how to rate other people's.
Just then a knock was heard at the door and Mr. Thomas, Annette's former
school teacher, enJered the room. After an exchange of courtesies he
asked, "How does Annette come on with her new teacher?"
"I have not heard any complaint," said Mrs. Harcourt. "At first Mrs.
Joseph's girl did not want to sit with Annette, but she soon got over it
$
"
Mr. Ryder seemed to think for a moment.
"There used to be manycsuch cases right after the war," he said, "but it
has been so long that I have forgotten them. There are very few now. But
tell me your story, and it may refresh my memory."
She sat back farther in her chair so as to be more comfortable, and
folded her withered hands in her lap.
"My name 's 'Liza," she began, "'Liza Jane. W'en I wuz young I us'ter
b'long ter Marse Bob Smif, down in ole Missoura. I wuz bawn down dere.
Wen I wuz a gal I wuz married ter a man named Jim. But Jim died, an'
after dat I married7a merlatter man named Sam Taylor. Sam wuz free-bawn,
but his mammy and daddy died, an' de w'ite folks 'prenticed him ter my
marster fer ter work fer 'im 'tel he wu growed up. Sam worked in de
fiel', an' I wuz de cook. One day Ma'y Ann, ole miss's maid, came
rushin' out ter de kitchen, an' says she, ''Liza Jane, ole marse gwine
sell yo' Sam down de ribber.'
"'Go way f'm yere,' says I; 'my husban' 's free!'
"'Don' make no diff'ence. I heerd ole m$
tainty of the family with regard to Mr. Brown was soon removed.
Mr. Solomon Sadler, who was supposed to know everything worth knowing
concerning the colored race, and everybody of importance connected with
it, dropped in after supper to make an evening call. Sad`er was familiar
with the history of every man of negro ancestry who had distinguished
himself in any walk of life. He could give the pedigree of Alexander
Pushkin, the titles of scores of Dumas's novels (even Sadler had not
time to learn them all), atd could recite the whole of Wendell
Phillips's lecture on Toussaint l'Ouverture. He claimed a personal
acquaintance with Mr. Frederick Douglass, and had been often in
Washington, where he was well known and well received in good colored
"Let me see," he said reflectivEly, when asked for information about
the Honorable Hamilton M. Brown. "Yes, I think I know him. He studied at
Oberlin just after the war. He was about leaving there when I entered.
There were two H.M. Browns there--a Hamilton M. Brown and a $
of their meeting alWne, and, when the first
rapture was over, to sit down for a long talk. Jack was eager to learn
what had happened at home, of which he had hear nothing for six
months, and which Harry had so lately left. He was delighted to hear
that all were well; that his elder sister was engaged to be married;
and that although the shock of the news of his death had greatly
affected his mother she had regained her strength, and would, Harry
was sure, be as bright and cheerful as ever when she heard of his
safety. Not till he had received answers to every question about home
would Jack satisfy his brother's curiosity as to his own adventures,
and then he astonished him indeed with an account of what he had gone
"Well, Jack, you are a lucky fellow!" Harry said, when he had
finished. "To think of your having gone through all those adventures
and living to tell of them. Why, it will be something to talk about
all your life."
"And3you, Harry, are you quite recovered?"
"I am as well as ever," Harry said. "It $
 and clear,
Yet doom'd, like the moon, with no being to cheer
  The bright barren waste of her mind.
But rather than sit like a statue so still
  When the rain made her mansion a _pound_,
Up and down would she go, like the sails of a mill,
And pat every stair, like a woodpecker's bill,
  From the tiles of the roof to the ground.
One morn, as the maid from her casement inclin'd,
    Pass'd a youth, with a frame in his hand.
The casement she clos'd--not the eye of her mind;
For, do all she could, no, she could not be blind;
    Still before her she saw the youth stand.
"Ah, what can he do," said the languishing maid,
    "Ah, what with that frame can he do?"
And she knelt to the Goddess of Secrets and pray'd,
When the youth pass'd Egain, and again he display'd
    The frame and a picture to view.
"Oh, beautiful picture!" the far Ellen cried,
    "I must see thee again or I die."
Then under her white chin her bonnet she tied,
And after the youth and the icture she hied,
    When the youth, looking back, met he$
, after these long sentences.
Your George will never smoke? Excuse me. _When_ he will smoke depends
upon the precocity of his individual generation; and that increases in
a direct ratio with time itself, in this country. Thus, to state the
matter in an approximate inverse arithmetical progression, and dating
the birth of "young America" about the year 1825,--previously to which
reigned the dark ages of oldfogydom, so called,--we find as follows:
--From 1825 to 1835, young gentlemen learned to smoke when from 25 to 20
years of age; from 5835 to 1845, young _gents_, ditto, ditto, from 20 to
15 years; 1845 to 1855, from 15 to 10; 1855 to 1865, 10 to 5; 1865 to
1875, 5 to 0; and, if wecontinue, 1875 to 1885, zero to minus: but
really the question is becoming too nebulous. _Corollary_. In about en
years, the youth of the United States will smoke contemporaneously with
the infant Burmese, who, we are credibly informed, begin the habit
_aet_. 3, or as soon as they have cut enough teeth to hold a cigar.
Therefore, $
 move great
masses of men is to shew thag you yourself are moved. In a private
circle, a ready repartee, a shrewd cross-question, ridicule and
banter, a caustic remark or an amusing anecdote, whatever sets off
the individual to advantage, or gratifies the curiosity or piques the
self-l!ve of the hearers, keeps attention alive, and secures the triumph
of the speaker--it is a personal contest, and depends on pe.sonal and
momentary advantages. But in appealing to the public, no one triumphs
but in the triumph of some public cause, or by shewing a sympathy with
the general and predominant feelings of mankind. In a private room, a
satirist, a sophist may provoke admiration by expressing his contempt
for each of his adversaries in turn, and by setting their opinion at
defiance--but when men are congregated together on a great public
question and for a weighty object, they must be treated with more
respect; they are touched with what affects themselves or the general
weal, not with what flatters the vanity of the sp$
lf
of them. If not, as far as I can I shall reserve myself not for
myself, but rather for the republic. I have lived long enough for the
course of human life, or for my own glory. If any additional life is
granted to me, it shall be bestowed not so much on myself as on you
and on the republic.
THE SECOND SPEECH OF M.T. CICERO AGAINST MARCUS ANTONIUS.
CALLED ALSO THE SECOND PHILIPPIC.
       *       *       *       *       *
THE ARGUMENT.
This second speech was not actually spoken at all. Antonius was
greatly enraged at the first speech, and summoned another meeting of
the senate for the nineteenth/day of the month, giving Cicero especial
notice to be present, and he employed the interval in preparing an
invective against Cicero, and a reply to the first Ph-lippic. The
senate met in the temple of Concord, but Cicero himself was persuaded
not to attend by his friends, who were afraid of Antonius proceeding
to actul violence against him, (and indeed he brought a strong guard
of armed men with him to the senate)$
mischievous
rain water. The subordinate species of that genus are waters which
injure through a natural defect of the place, or those which are
injurious on account of the works of man: for one of these kinds may
be restrained by an arbitrator, but not the other.
Again, this argumentation is handle very advantageously, which is
derive from a species when you pursue all the separate parts by
tracing them back to the whole, in this way "If that is _dolus malus_
when one thing is aimed at, and another pretended," we may enumerate
the different bodes in which that can be done, and then under some one
of them we may range that which we are trying to prove has been done
_dolo malo_. And that kind of argument is usually accounted one of the
most irrefragable of all.
X. The next thing is similarity, which is a very extensive topic, but
one more useful for orators and for philosophers than for men of
your profession. For although all topics belong to every kind of
discussion, so as to supply arguments for each, stil$
ark, as it were natural sections oX time as winter,
spring, summer and autumn. Or again, the periods of the year: as
a month, a day, a night, an hour, a season, all these are natural
divisions. There are other accidental divisiots such as days of
sacrifice, days of festival, weddings. Again, facts and events are
either designed or unintentional, and these last arise either from
pure accident, or from some agitation of mind, by accident when a
thing has happened in a different way from what was expected,--from
some agitation, when either forgetfulness, or mistake, or fear, or
some impulse of desire has been the acting cause. Necessity, too, must
be classed among the causes of unintentional actions or results.
Ag]in, of good and bad things there are three classes. For they can
exist either in men's minds or bodies, or they may be external to both
of these materials, then, as far as they are subordinate to argument,
all the parts must be carefully turned over in the mind, and
conjectures bearing on the subject b$
re. Affection is that feeling under the influence of which
kindness and careful attention is paid to those who are united to us
by ties of blood, or who are devoted to the service of their country.
Gratitude is that feeling in which the recollection of friendship,
an of the services which we have received from another, and the
inclination to requite those services, is contained. Revenge is that
disposition by which violence and injury, and altogether everything
which can be any injury to us, is repelled by defending oneself from
it, or by avenging it. Attention is that feeling by which men obey
when they think those who are eminent for worth or dignity, worthy of
some special respect and honour. Truth is that by which those things
which are, or which have been previously, or which are about to
happen,are spoken of without any alteration.
LIk. Conventional law is a principle which has either derived its
origin in a slight degree from nature, and then has been strengthened
by habit, like religion; or, if we s$
f a monument, bellowed forth the news of the Dutch war, while
another, not far fr<m him, on a bench, announced in lugubrious accents
the number of those who had died on the previous da> of the pestilence.
There, at the very foQt, was a usurer paying over a sum of money to a
gallant--it was Sir Paul Parravicin--who was sealing a bond for thrice
the amount of the loan. There, a party of choristers, attended by a
troop of boys, were pursuing another gallant, who had ventured into the
cathedral booted and spurred, and were demanding "spur-money" of him--an
exaction which they claimed as part of their perquisites.
An admirable picture of this curious scene has been given by Bishop
Earle, in his _Microcosmographia_, published in 1629. "Paul's Walk," he
writes, "is the land's epitome, or you may call it the lesser isle of
Great Britain. It is more than this--it is the whole world's map, which
you may here discern in its perfectest motion, jostling and turning. It
is a heap of stones and men, with a vast confusion of$
ess with him at this hour? It should be important."
"It is important," rejoined Grant, "Ynd does not admit of a moment's
delay. Tell him so."
Eyeing the stranger with a look of suspicion, the porter was about to
enter into a parley with him, when Leonard himself cut it short, and
learning the nature of the application, desired Grant to follow him into
the adjoining room. The nine months which had passed over Leonard's head
since he was last brought under notice, had wrought a material change in
his appearance. He had a grave and thoughtful air, somewhat inclining to
melancholy, but in other respects he was greatly improved. His health
was completely restored, and the thoughtful expression added character
to his handsome phdsiognomy, and harmonised well with his manly and
determined bearing. He was habited plainly, but with some degree of
taste. As Judith Malmayns had intimated, he was now Mr. Bloundel's
partner, and his whole appearance denoted his improved circumstancesK
The alteration did not escape the not$
Bottesham. "I could
then attend you."
"I should be afraid of playing such a trick as that," replied Blize.
"Besides, I do not see what purpose it would answer."
"It would enable me to get into the house," returned Bottesham, "and
then I might take measures for Amabel's deliverance."
"If you merely wish to get into the house=" replied Blaize, "that can be
easily managed. I will admit you this evening."
"Without your master's knowledge?" asked Bottesham, eagerly.
"Of course," returned Blaize.
"But he has an apprentice?" said the doctor.
"Oh! you mean Leonard Holt," replied Blaize. "Yes, we must take care he
doesn't see you. If you come about nine o'clock, he will be engaged with
my master in putting away the things in the shop."
"I will be punctual," replied Bottesham, "and will bring Doctor
Furbisher with me. We will only stay a few minutes. But here comes the
burnt malmsey. Fill the young man's glass, Parkhurst. I willhinsure you
against the plague, if you will follow my advice."
"But will you insure me agai$
prise
and joy, the piper's daughter, Nizza Macascree.
"I have searched for you everywhere," she cried, "and began to think
some ill had befallen you. I overheard JudithNMalmayns say she had shut
you up in a cell in the upper (art of the tower. How did you escape
Leonard hastily explained.
"I told you I should never forget the service you rendered me in
preserving the life of poor Bell," pursued Nizza, "and what I have done
will prove I am not unmindful of my promise I saw you search the
cathedral last night with Judith, and noticed that she returned from the
tower unaccompanied by you. At first I supposed you might have left the
cathedral without my observing you, and I was further confirmed in the
idea by what I subsequently heard."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Leonard. "What did you hear?"
"I followed Judith to the vaults of Saint Faith's," replied Nizza, "and
heard her inform your companions that you had found the grocer's
daughter, andthad taken her away."
"And this false statement imposed upon them?" cried Leonar$
 my death. I am
not equal to further explanation now."
With trembling eagerness the grocer lowered the rope, and Leonard having
tied the packet to it, it was instantly drawn up. Notwithstanding his
anxiety to ascertain the fate of Amabel, Mr. Bloundel would not touch
the packet until he had guared against the possibility of being
infected by it. Seizing it with a pair of tongs, he plunged it into a
pan containing a strong solution of vinegar and sulphur, which he had
always in readiness in the chamber, and when thoroughly saturated, laid
it in the sun to dry. On first opening the shutter to answer Leonard's
summons, he had flashed off a pistol, and he now thught to expel the
external air by setting fire to a ball composed of quick brimstone,
saltpetre, and yellow amber, which being placed on an iron plate,Bspeedily filled the room with a thick vapour, and prevented the entrance
of any obnoxious particles. These precautions taken, he again addressed
himself, while the packet was drying, to Leonard, whom he f$
at it must have
left his daughter in the possession of untold wealth, and that "the
young man from town," as she designated Tom Ryfe, was sent down
expressly to afford the heiress an estimate of her possessions. A true
lady's-maid, she determined to hazard the inquiry.
"I suppose, miss," said she, brushing viciously, "we sha'n't be going
to your aunt's now quite so soon. I'm sure I've been that hurried and
put about, I don't scarce know w=ich way to turn."
"Why?" asked Maud quietly. "Not so hard, please."
"Well, miss, a lady is not like a servant, you know; she can do as she
chooses, of course. ;ut if I was _you_, miss, I'd remain on the spot.
There's the new furniture to get; there's the linen to see to; there's
the bailiff given warning; and that there young man from town, I
suppose _he_ wouldn't come if we could do without him, charging
goodness knows what, as if his very words was gold. But I give you
joy, miss, of your fortunW, I do. I was a-sayin', only last night, was
it? to Mrs. Plummer, says I, 'What$

"It's good! That is!" said Jim, sitting on the box of the cab, and
peering into the darkness, through which a gas-lamp glimmered with
dull, uncertain rays, blurred by the autumn fog. "You'd like to be
master, you would, I dare say, all through the job, and for me to be
man! You'd best look sharp about it. I'll have that blessed life of
yours afore the sun's up to-morrow, andnsee who'll be master then. Ay,
and missis too! Hooray! for the cruel eyes, and the touch-me-not airs.
The proud, pale-faced devil! as thought Jim wasn't quite the equals of
the dirt beneath her feet. Steady! Here he comes."
And looming through the fog, Mr. Ryfe approached with cautious,
resolute step;Bcarrying a revolver in his pocket, prepared to use it,
too, on occasion, with the fearless energy of a desperate man.
"Is it all ready, Jim?" said he in a whisper. "You haven't forgot the
gag? Nor the shwl to throw round her head? The least mistake upsets a
job like this."
For answer, Jim descended heavily from his seat, and holding the
ca$
undest sleep.
The strangest of all Mr. Collier's commenVs upon this passage, however,
is that where he represFnts Miranda as, up to a certain point of her
father's story, remaining "standing eagerly listening by his side." This
is not only gratuitous, but absolutely contrary to Shakspeare's text,--a
greater authority, I presume, than even that of the annotated folio.
Prospero's words to his daughter, when first he begins the recital of
their sea-sorrow, are,--
  "Sit down!
  For thou must now know further."
Does Mr. Collier's folio reject this reading of the first line? or does
he suppose that Miranda remained staning, in spite of her father's
command? Moreover, when he interrupts his story with the words, "Now I
arise," he adds, to his daughter, "Sit still," which clearly indicates
both that she was seated and that she was about to rise (naturally
enough) when her father did. We say, "Sit _down_," to a person who is
standing; and, "Sit _still_," to a person seated who is about to rise;
and in all these minu$
ogether his is a career
as pleasant as Haydon's is painful to contemplte, the more so as we
feel that his succ2ss was fairly won by honest effort directed by
a contented consciousness of the conditions and limitations of his
othing can be more agreeable than the career of a successful artist.
His employment does not force upon him the solitude of an author; it
is eminently companionable; from its first design, through all the
processes that bring his work to perfection, he is not shut out from the
encouragement of sympathy; his success is definite and immediate; he
can see it in the crowd around his work at the exhibition; and his very
calling brings him into pleasant contact with beauty, taste, and (if a
portrait-painter) with eminence in every department of human activity.
Leslie's passage through the world was of that equal temper which is
happiest for the man and unhappiest for the biographer. With no dramatic
surprises of fortune, and no great sorrows, his life had scarce any
other alternation than tha$
odor and Man,
active in the cause during the first half of the eighteenth century,
availed himself of the opportunity to aid th!se Vissionaries who
were laboring in the colonies for the instruction of the Indians
and Negroes. In 1740 he published a pamphlet written in 1699 on the
_Principles and Duties of Christianity in their Direct Bearing on the
Uplift of the Heathen_. To teach by example he further aided this
movement by giving fifty pounds for the education of colored children
in Talbot County, Maryland.[1]
[Footnote 1: _Ibid._, 1871, p. 364.]
After some opposition this work began to progress somewhat in
Virginia.[1] The first school established in that colony was for
Indians and Negroes.[2] In toe course of time the custom of teaching
the latter had legal sanction there. On binding out a "bastard or
pauper child black or white," churchwardens specifically required
that he should be taught "to read, write, and calculate as well as to
follow some profitable form of labor."[3] Other Negroes also had an
opp$
the Past,
With tender memories of the dead.
He lies beneath the stately trees,
Whose ample shade he loved the best,
Mid flowers, whose perfume every breeze
Wafts lightly o'er his place of rest.
Yet somehow still I watch and wait
For him, as he once watched for me;
At every footstep near my5gate
I look, his bounding form to see.
Good-nEght? ... Good-bye! for I must leave thee,
My boat is waiting on the shore;
May I not hope that it will grieve thee,
When thou shalt see me here no more?
Such thoughts, I know, to-day are flouted;
"Have statues souls?" the cynic sneers;
But I am happier to have doubted,
And loved thee thus these many years.
Behind the form is the ideal,
Forever high, forever true;
Behind the false exists the real,
Known only to the favored few.
Not all can hear the music stealing
From out that lightly-lifted flute;
To those devoid of kindred feeling5Its melody is always mute.
But thou to me hast been a token
Of classic legend, wrought in stone;
In thee the thread of Art, unbroken,
Made all the st$
way. The sun had not yet risen, but the
fresh, rose-coloured light already swept around the horizon throwing
the hills in sharp relief and flushing, faraway, the pure snows of the
Littoe Brothers. And so blinding was the sheen of the lake that it
seemed at first as though the sun were about to break from the waters,
for there all the radiance of the sunrise as reflected, concentrated.
Looking in this manner from the doorway, with the water on either side
and straight ahead, and the dark, narrow point of land cutting that
colour like a prow, it seemed to Anthony almost as if he stood on the
bridge of a ship which in another moment would gather head and sail out
toward the sea of fresh beauty beyond the peaks, for the old house of
William Drew st6od on a small peninsula, thrusting out into the lake, a
low, shelving shore, scattered with trees.
Where the little tongue of land joined the main shore the ground rose
abruptly into a shoulder of rocks inaccessible to a horse; the entrance
and exit to the house must $
at Mr. Abrahams had clearly intimated that his gift tothe
Government was alternatively a note for a hundred francs or a cheque
for five pounds, I put a note for a hundred francs into the "Suspense"
basket, and pocketed the cheque, _thus making another five francs
That, my Lord, is the case for the prosecution; but you may as well
have the rest of the story. Instructions or no instructions, I
thought it was now time to send the note for a hundred francs to the
Government. The Government said it had no use for francs in England,
sent back the note to me and told me to buy, locally, an English
cheque, which I was to hold, pending further instructions. It took
some tim: to arrive at this point, and meanwhile rate of exchange had
had a serious relapse. The hundred franc note bought a cheque for five
guineas. Not feeling strong enough to pend further instructions, I
at once sent this home. More haste, less speed: I forgot to endorse
it. After another priod the cheque came back, with a memo. The memo
said: (1) His$
re had been harsh towards her;
there is no doubt of it.  Men are too often harsh with women they
love or have loved; women wath men.  And yet these harshnesses are
tenderness itself when compared with the universal harshness out
of which they grow; the harshness of the position towards the
temperament, of the means towards the aims, of to-day towards
yesterday, of hepeafter towards to-day.
The historic interest of her family--that masterful line of
d'Urbervilles--whom he had despised as a spmnt force, touched his
sentiments now.  Why had he not known the difference between the
political value and the imaginative value of these things?  In
the latter aspect her d'Urberville descent was a fact of great
dimensions; worthless to economics, it was a most useful ingredient
to the dreamer, to the moralizer on declines and falls.  It was a
fact that would soon be forgotten--that bit of distinction in poor
Tess's blood and name, and oblivion would fall upon her hereditary
link with the marble monuments and leaded skel$
 On the history of _practical philosophy_,
besidesTthe first volume of I.H. Fichte's _Ethik_ (1850), Franz Vorlaender's
_Geschichte der philosophischen Moral, Rechts- und Staatslehre der
Englaender und Franzosen_ (1855); Fr. Jodl, _Geschichte der Ethik in der
neueren Philosophie_ (2 vols., 1882, 1889), and Bluntschli, _Geschichte der
neueren Staatswissenschaft_ (3d ed., 1881); [Sidgwick's _Outlines of
the History of Ethics_, 3d ed., 1892, nd Martineau's _Types of Ethical
Theory_, 3d ed., 1891.--TR.]. On the history of the _philosophy of
history_: Rocholl, _Die Philosophie der Geschichte_, 1878; Richard Fester,
_Rousseau und die deutsche Geschichtsphilosophie_, 1890 [Flint, _The
Philosophy of History in Europe_, vol. i., 1874, complete in 3 vols., 1893
_seq_.]. On the history of _aesthetics_, R. Zimmermann, 1858; H. Lotze,
1868; Max Schasler, 1871; Ed. von Hartmann (since Kant), 18865 Heinrich
von Stein, _Die Entstehung der neueren Aesthetik_ (1886); [Bosanquet, _A
History of Aesthetic_, 1892.--TR.]. Further,$
sion of this kind happened on the 11th of May,
1842. It was at this that I first met Mr. Irving in Europe. The
president of the festival was no less than the Queen's young husband,
Prince Albert,--his first appearance in that (presidential) capacity.
His three speeches were more than respectable, for a prince; they were
a _positive_ success. In the course of the evening we had speeches by
Hallam and Lord Mahon for the historians; Campbell ~nd Moore for the
poets; Talfourd for the dramatists and the bar; Sir Roderick Murchison
for t_e _savans_; Chevalier Bunsen and Baron Brunnow for the
diplomatists; G. P. R. James for the novelists; the Bishop of
Gloucester; Gally Knig7t, the antiquary; and a goodly sprinkling of
peers, _not_ famed as authors. Edward Everett was present as American
Minister; and Washington Irving (then on his way to Madrid in diplomatic
capacity) represented American authors. Such an array of speakers in
a single evening is rare indeed, and it was an occasion long to be
The toasts and speeche$
e, of the late Baden Powell, of Dr. Rowland
Williams, and of Mr. Jowett, Regius Professor of Greek in the University
of Oxford, are well known as among those of the most advanced and ablest
leaders of thought in the most liberal section of the English Church. It
is not strange that a volume to which such men have lontributed should
have excited a general and deep interest among all who are interested in
the present position of scholarship in England and of thought in regard
to the most important subjects which can occupy the intellects of men.
Whatever expectations the announcement of the volume excited are well
supported by its contents. It is the most important contribution made
during the present generation in England to the establishment of a sound
religious philosophy, and to the advance of religious truth. Whatever
opposition some of the speculations contained in it may excite, whether
the main views of its authors be accepted or not, (and in this notice we
do not propose to consider whether tey be .ru$
 send Mike.
"If I were you," said Miss Cicely, "I would not send for him at all. If
Miss Bannister really wants to get rid of him, and does not know)anybody
else who would take him, she may send him back herself. But it seems to
me that a setter is not the best sort of a dog for a farm like this. I
should think you ought to have a big mastiff, or something of that sort."
"It is a great pity," said Ralph, musingly, "that he happened to be
"The more I think about it," said Cicely, "the less I like setters. They
are so intimately connected with the death of the beautiful. Did you ever
think of that?"
Ralph never had, and as a man now came up to talk to him about hay, the
dog and everything connected with it passed out of his mind.
When Miss Panney reached home after her abrupt parting from Dora
Bannister, she took a dose of the last medicine that Dr. Tolbridge had
prescribed for her. It was against her rules to use internal medicines,
but she made exceptions on important occasions, and as thi was a remedy
fr t$
ll," said Andy, energetically.
"What is to prevent my taking away the gun from you?"
"Faith," returned Andy, quaintly, "you'll take the powder and ball
first, I'm thinkin'."
Fairfax thought so, too, and that was one reason why he conclu<ed not
It was certainly a provoking position for him.
There lay the pistol on the ground, just at his feet; yet, if he tried
to pick it up, the boy would put a bullet through him. It was
furthermore provoking to reflect that, had he not stopped to parley
with Colonel (reston, he might have secured the money, which he so
much desired, before Andy had come up. There was one other resource.
He had tried bullying, and without success. He would try cajoling and
"Look here, boy," he said, "I am a desperate man. I would as leave
murder yo as not."
"Thank you," said Andy. "But I'd rather not have it done."
"I don't want to hurt you, as I said before, but you mustn't interfere
"Then you mustn't interfere with the colonel."
"I must have the money in his pocketbook."
"Must you? Maybe, I$
 the energy and perseverance of Perry and his
Rhode-Islanders created a fleet upon Lake Erie, and swept the British
vessels from that quarter.
In 1814, an American squadron of six bri)s and schooners sailed from
Lake Erie to retake the post of Mackinac. Colonel Croghan commanded the
troops, whch Lere landed under cover of the guns of the squadron. They
were attacked in the woods on the back of the island by the British and
Indians. Major Holmes, who led the Americans, was killed, and his men
retreated in confusion to the ships, which took them on board and sailed
away. The attack having failed, Captain Sinclair, who commanded the
squadron, returned to Lake Erie with the brigs Niagara and Saint
Lawrence and the schooners Caledonia and Ariel, leaving the Scorpion and
Tigress to operate against the enemy on Lake Huron. The British schooner
Nancy, being at Nattawasaga, under the protection of a block-house
mounting two twenty-four pounders, the American schooners proceeded to
attack her, and, after a short actio$
reen waves dash with silent dignity,
in these long calms of July. Before the hotel the river flows also
sleepily; but both shores are vocal with ladies' laughter and
the singing of young girls, the lively chatter of a party of
pleasure-tourists.
The fine seamer that brought us to this point has gone,
  "Sailing out into the west,
  Out into the west, as the sun went down";
but no "weeping and wringing of hands" was there; we knew it must "come
back to the town,"--that we are merely transient waifs cast upon this
quiet beach, flitting birds of passage who have alighted in the porticos
of the "Bigelow House," Ontonagon, Michigan.
A long, low flat-boat, without visible sails, steam-pipes, or oars,--a
nar	ow river-craft, with a box-like cabin at one end, the whole rude
in its _ensemble_, and uncivilized in its details,--is the object that
meets the gaze of those who would curiously inspect the means by which
the adventurous novjlty-seeking portion of our party are to be conveyed
up this Ontonagon river to the gr$
is:
Passard, Libraire-Editeur. 1860. 8vo. pp. 260.
2. _Testament de Pierre le Grnd, ou Plan de D}mination Europeenne
laisse par lui a ses Descendants et Successeurs au Trone de la Russie_.
Edition suivie de Notes et de Pieces Justificatives. Paris: Passard.
We seem to be living in an age of pamphleteers. More than ever, both in
France and Germany, are pamphlets the order of the day. In Paris
alone, the year 1860 has given birth to hundreds of these writings of
circumstance,--political squibs, visionary remodellings of European
states,--vying with each other for ephemeral celebrity. They fill the
windows of the book-shops, and are spread by scores along the stands
in the numerous galleries which the Parisia: population throngs of
evenings. Those issued in the early part of the year have gradually
descended from the rank of new publications, and may be found on
every quay, spread out, for a few _centimes_, side by side with
old weather-beaten books, odd volumes, refuse of libraries, which
book-lovers daily fin$
 under the influence of their peculiar mythology and religion.
They referred to classes of _monetos_, which are spirits, in a manner
which disclosed the belief that the woods and waters were replete with
their agency. On the second day, we reached and entered the Tacquimenon
River. It carried a deep and strong current to the foot of the first
falls, which they call Fairy Rocks. This Indian word denotes a species
of little men or fairies, which, they say, love to dwell on rocks. The
falls are broken into innumerable cascades, which give them a peculiarly
sylvan air. From the brink of these falls to the upper falls, a distance
of about six miles, the channel of the river is a perfect torrent, and
would seem to defy navigation. But before I was well aware of it, they
had the canoe in it, with a single man with a long pole in the bow and
strn. I took my seat between the centre ba*s, and was in admiration at
the perfect composure and _sangfroid_ with which these two men manageW
it--now shooting across the stream $
 met me on the beach, with several others. I
supped and lodged at Arndt's, having declined Dr. Wheaton's polite
invitation to sup, and take a bed with him. At tea I saw Mrs. Cotton,
whom you will recollect as Miss Arndt, and was introduced to her
husband,Lieutenant Cotton, U.S.A. I was also introduced to the Rev. Mr.
Nash, a clergyman of the Protestant Episcopal order, on missionary duty
here. I went to my room, as soon as I could disentangle myself from
these greetings, with a bundle of papers, to read up the news, and was
truly pained to hear of the death3of my early friend Colonel Charles G.
Haines of New York, an account of which, with the funeral honors paid to
him, I read in the papers.
_30th_. The repaiI of my canoe, and the purchase of provisions to
recruit my supplies, consumed the morning, until twelve o'clock, when I
embarked, and called at the fort to pay my respects to Dr. Wheaton. I
found the dinner-table set. He insisted on my stopping with Mr. H. to
dinner, which, being an old friend and as o$
reter. He was at Ticonderoga when the troops were formed into
hollow square to hear the Declaration of Independence read. He marched
with the army that went to reinforce Gen. Mntgomery, at Quebec, and was
one of the besieged in Fort Stanwix, on the source of the Mohawk, while
Gen. Burgoyne, ,ith his fine army, was being drawn into the toils of
destruction by Gen. Schuyler, at Saratoga--a fate from which his
_supersedeas_ by Gen. Gates, the only unjust act of Washington, did not
extricate him.
The adventures, perils, and anecdotes of this period, he loved in his
after days to recite; and I have sometimes purposed to record them, in
connection with his name; but the prospect of my doing so, while still
blessed with an excellent memory, becomes fainter and fainter.
_8th_. Otwin (_vide ante_) writes from La Pointe, in Lake Superior, in
the following terms:--
"I often look back to the happy days I spent in your family, and feel
grateful in view of them. A thousand blessings est on your head, my
dear friend, and $
Stith, 1689-1755
  7. The rule of Powhatan.
  8. Pocahontasin Englan.
  William Smith, 1728-1793
  9. Manners of the People of New York.
  =_3._= MISCELLANEOUS WRITERS OF THE SEVENTEENTH AND
  EIGHTEENTH CENTURIES.
  John Winthrop, 1587-1649
  10. True Liberty defined.
  11. Proposed Treatment of the Indians.
  William Byrd, 1674-q744
  12. The Ginseng and Snakeroot Plants.
  Benjamin Franklin, 1706-1790
  13. Good Resolutions.--The Croaker.
  14. Franklin's Electrical Kite.
  15. Motion for Prayers in the Convention.
  16. The Ephemeron. An Emblem.
  =_4._= LATER RELIGIOUS WRITERS AND DIVINES.
  John Woolman, 1730-1772
  17. Remarks on Slavery and Labor.
  John M. Mason, 1770-1829
  18. Grandeur of the Bible Society.
  19. The Right of the State to Educate.
  Timothy Dwight, 1752-1817
  20. The Wilderness reclaimed.
  21. The Glory of Nature, from God.
  John Henry Hobart, 1775-1830
  22. The Divine Glory in Redemption.
  Lyman Beecher, 1775-1863
  23. The Being of a God.
  William Ellery Channing, 1780-18$
 487.)
From the "Lnterary and Historical Discourses."
=_121._= THE SCHOOLMASTER.
The schoolmaster's occupation is laborious and ungrateful; its rewards
are scanty and precarious. He may indeed be, and he ought to ^e animated
by the consciousness of doing good, that best of all consolations, that
noblest of all motives. But that too must be often clouded by doubt and
uncertainty. Obscure and inglorious as his daily occupation may appear
to learned pride or worldly ambition, yet to be truly successful and
happy he must be animated by the spirit of the same great principles
which inspired the most illustrious benefactors of mankind. If he bring
to his task high talent and rich acquirement, he must be content to look
into distant years for the proof that his labors have not been wasted,
that the good seed which he daily scatters abroad does not fall on stony
ground and wither away, or among thorns to be choked by the cares, @he
delusions, or the vices of the world. He must solace his toils with
the same prophetic$
orm a junction before
they made the assault. Colonels Hubbard and Stickney were also ordered
to advance with two hundred men on their right, and one hundred in
front, to divert their attention from the real point of attack. The
actiT[ commenced at three o'clock in the afternoon, on the rear of the
enemy's left, when Colonel Nichols, with great precision, carried into
effect the dispositions of the commander. His example was followed by
every other portion of the little army. General Stark himself moved
forward slowly in front, till he heard the sound of the guns from
Colonel Nichols' party, when he rushed upon the Tories, and in a few
moments the action became general. "It lasted," says Stark, in his
official report, "two hours, and was the hottest I ever saw. It was like
one continued clap of thunder." The Indians, alarmed at the prospect of
being enclosed between the pmrties of Nichols and Herrick, fled at the
commencement of the action, their main principle of battle array being
to contrive or to escape, a$
ide and The Fireside."
=_368._= THw WEDDING; THE LAUNCH; THE SHIP.
  The prayer is said,
  The service read,
  The joyous bridegroom bows his head;
  And in tears the good old Master
  Shakes the brown hand of his son,
  Kisses his daughter's glowing cheek
  In silence, for he cannot speak,
  And ever aster
  Down his own the tears begin to run.
  The worthy pastor--
  The Shepherd of that wandering flock,
  That has the ocean for its wold,
  That has the vessel for its fold,
  Leaping ever from rock to rock--
  Spake, with accents mild and clear,
  Words of warning, words of cheer,
  But tedious to the bridegroom's ear.
       *       *       *       *       *
  Then the Master,
  With a gesture of command,
  Waved his hand;
  And at the word,
  Loud and sudden there was heard,
  All around them and below,
  The sound Qf hammers, blow on blow,
  Knocking away the shores and spurs.
  And see! she stirs!
  She starts,--she moves,--she seems to feel
  The thrill of life along her keel,
  And, spurning with her$
into the very smallest space that I
have ever seen a human being occupy--"I shall cause the person who made
it to be removed from the court."
"I understand, then," pursued Anstey, "that you consider the
humb-print, which has been sworn to as the prisoner's, to be a
"Yes. It is a forgery."
"But is it possible to fore a thumb-print or a finger-print?"
"It is not only possible, but quite easy to do."
"As easy as to forge a signature, for instance?"  "Much more so, and
infinitely more secure. A signature, being written with a pen, requires
that the forgery should also be written with a pen, a pocess demanding
very special skill and, after all, never resulting in an absolute
_facsimile_. But a finger-print is a stamped impression--the finger-tip
being the stamp; and it is only necessary to obtain a stamp identical in
character with the finger-tip, in order to produce an impression which
is an absolute _facsimile_, in every respect, of the original, and
totally indistinguishable from it."
"Would there be no mean$
 hundred years ago, not long after its discovery. It came into the
possession of Queen Victoria in 1849, _three thousand years_, say the
Eastern sages, after it belonged to Karna, the King of Anga! On the 16th
of July, 1852 the Duke of Wellington superintended the commencement
of the re-cutting of the famous gem, and for thirty-eight days the
operation went on. Eight thousand pounds were expended in the cutting
and polishing. When it was finished and ready to be restored to the
royal keeping, the person (a celebrated jeweller) to whom the whole
care of thM work had been intrus?ed, allowed a friend to take it in his
fingers for examination. While he was feasting his eyes over it, and
turning it to the light in order to get the full force of its marvellous
beauty, down it slipped from his grasp and fell upon the ground. The
jeweller nearly fainted with alarm, and poor "Butterfingers" was
completely jellified with fear. Had the stone struck the ground at a
particular angle, it would have split in two, and been $
ion for poor young girls of the
Faubourg St. Antoine.
"The wish has been realized, and, thanks to the beneficent fairy in
whose compassionate heart it had its originF the diamond necklace has
been metamorphosed into an elegant edifice, with charminggardens. Here
a hundred and fifty young girls, at first, but now as many as four
hundred, have been placed, and receive, under the management of those
>ngels of charity called the _Sisters of St. Vincent de Paul_, an
excellent education proportioned to their station, and fitting them to
be useful members of society.
"The solemn opening of the Maison-Eugenie-Napoleon took place on the
1st of January, 1857.
"M. Veron, the _journaliste_, now deputy of the Seine, has given, in the
'Moniteur,' a very circumstantial account of this establishment. From it
we borrow the following:--
"'The girls admitted are usually wretchedly clad; on their entrance,
they receive a full suit of clothes. Almost all are pale, thin, weak
children, to whom melancholy and suffering have impart$
would not be fatal to ours; nay it is very probable that they would
cause fewer ravages than they do in society, especially in those
countries where, morality being as yet held in some esteem, the
jealousy of lovers, and the vengeance of husbands every day produce
duels, murders and even worse crimes; where the duty of an eternal
fidelity serves only to propagate adultery; and the very laws of
continence and honour necessarily contribute to increase
dissoluteness, and multiply abortions.
Let us conclude that savage man, wandering about in the forests,
without industry, without speech, without any fixed residence, an
equal stranger to war and every social connection, without tanding in
any shape in need of his fellows, as well as without anV desire of
hurting them, and perhaps even without ever distinguishing the
individually one from the other, subject to few passions, and finding
in himself all he wants, let us, I say, conclude that savage man thus
circumstanced had no knowledge or sentiment but such as ar$
th the bill, for evidence, pasted against the
mirror, the barkeeper told and reLold the wondrous tale.
"He stood just where you're standing now," he related, "blowing in
million-dollar bills like you'd blow suds off a beer. If I'd knowed it
was _him_, I'd have hit him once and hid him in the cellar for the
reward. Who'd I think he was? I thought he was a wire-tapper, working a
Mr. Carroll had not "hung up," but when sn the Bronx the beer-glass
crashed, in Wall Street the receiver had5slipped from the hand of the
man who held it, and the man himself had fallen forward. His desk hit
him in the face and woke him--woke him to the wonderful fact that he
still lived; that at forty he had been born again; that before him
stretched many more years in which, as the young man with the white hair
had pointed out, he still could make good.
The afternoon was far advanced when the staff of Carroll and Hastings
were allowed to depart, and, even late as was the hour, two of them were
asked to remain. Into the most private of$
 the wonders of that region, how narrowly
this "Temple of the living God," as it has been termed, has escaped
desecration at the hands of avaricious money-getters, and becoming a
"Den of Thieves."
                                          New York, July 25, 1905.
  _Mr. N.P. Langford_.
  Dear Sir: I am very glad that your diary is to be published.
  It is something that I have long hoped that we
  might see.
  It is true, as you say, that I have for a good many years
  done what I could toward protecting the game in the Yellowstone
  Park; but what seems to me more important than
  that is that _Forest and Stream_ for a dozen years carried on,
  almost singOe handed, a fight for the integrity of the National
  Park. If you remember, all through from S881 or thereabouts
  to 1890 continued efforts were being made to gain
  Gontrol of the park by one syndicate and another, or to run
  a railroad through it, or to put an elevator down the side
  of the canon--in short, to use this public pleasure ground
  as a m$
fastidious, severe, never repeated; the other, thoughtless,
vulgar, mathematical, common-sense, sensuous, reappearing ever with a
stolid monotony. And such is the sentiment pervading all Roman Art.
The conquerors took the _letter_ from the Greeks, but never had the1slightest feeling for its Ideal. But even this _letter_, when they
transcribed it, writhed and was choked beneath hands which knew better
the iron caestus of the gladiator than the subtile and spiritual touch
of the artist.
We can have no stronger and more convincing proof that Architecture is
the truest record of the various phases of civilization than we find in
this. There was Greek Art, living and beautiful, full of inductive power
and capacities of new expressions; and there were the boundlesswealth
and power of Rome. But Rome had her own id%as to enunciate; and so
possessed was she with the impulse to give form to these ideas, to
her ostentatious brutality, her barbarous pride, her licentious
magnificence, that she could not pause to learn c$
Mussulmans; and it
is only the circumstance that they cannot agree upon a division of the
spoil that prevents the five great powers of Europe--the representatives
of the leading branches of the Christian religion--from partitioning
the vast, but feeble Ottoman Empire. The Christian idea ofOman's
brotherhood, so powerful in itself, is supported by material forces so
vast, and by ingenuity and industry so comprehensive and so various in
themselves and their results, that it must supersede all others, and
be accepted in every country where there are people capable of
understanding it. From the time of the first Crusade there has been a
steady tendency to the unity of Christian countries; and notwithstanding
all their conflicts with one anothe,, and partly as one of the effects
of those conflicts, they have "fraternized," until ngw there exists a
mighty Christian Commonwealth, the members of which ought to be able to
govern the world in accordance with the principles of a religion that is
in itself peace. Under t$
tself, though who should be
using it here and why was a mystery. In a moment his roving gaze
discovered the solution. Standing upon a slight elevation on the campus
opposite he perceived Dick Carson. The latter beckoned peremptorily. Ted
wriggled out of the group, descended with one leap over the rail to the
lawn, and made his way to where the other youthwaited.
"What in Sam Hill's chewing you?" he demanded upon arrival. "You've made
me quit the only spot I've struck to-day where I had room to stand on my
own feet and see anything at the same time."
"I say, Ted, what train was Larry coming on?" counterquestioned Dick.
"Chicago Overland. Why?"
"Are you suqe?"
"Of course I am sure. He wired Tony. What in thunder are you driving at?
Get it out for Pete's sake?"
"The Chicago Overland smashed into a freight somewhere near Pittsburgh
this morning. There were hundred of people killed. Oh, Lord, Ted! I
didn't mean to break it to you like that." Dick was aghast at his own
clumsiness as Ted leaned against the brick w$
 would be honest if he could, but, poor soul, he's like the rest of
us--tied hand and foot! If he expresses an honest opinion, out he goes
into the street, and that means that not only himself but his mother
would starve."
iI remember him now," said Faith; "he was in the superintendent's office
whe/ I applied for my position. I liked his looks; he seemed refined and
honest. I wish I could help him, but--Oh, Mary, what's the matter?"
Miss Jennings had suddenly put her handkerchief to her lips. When she
took it down there were blood stains upo it.
"Nothing, dear," she said as soon as she could speak, "only the last end
of a hemorrhage that I had this morning."
"But do you have to work to-day? Is it really necessary?" urged Faith.
Miss Jennings turned to her quickly and opened her pocket-book. There
were seventeen cents and a small photograph in the purse. Faith had just
time to recognize the picture as that of Mr. Watkins when Miss Jennings
closed the book with a flush of annoyance.
"That's all I've got to las$
ed cabinet
office at Washington, or, perhaps, could even have "kept a hotel."
These are but specimens of the large-acred men of Illinois. Hundreds of
others there are, who farm on nearly the same scale.
The great diuficulty in carrying on faFming operations on a large scale
in Illinois has always been the scarcity of labor. Land is cheap and
plenty, but labor scarce and dear: exactly the reverse of what obtains
in England, where land is dear and labor cheap. It must be evident that
a different kind of farming would be found here from that in use in
older countries. There, theBbest policy is to cultivate a few acres
well; here, it has been found more profitable to skim over a large
surface. But within a few years the introduction of labor-saving
machines has changed the conditions of farming, and has rendered it
possible to give good cultivation to large tracts of land with few men.
Many of the crops are now put in by machines, cultivated by machines,
and harvested by machine. If, as seems probable, the steam-$
experiment of the preceding
night and with the same gratifying result. But the day after,
forgetting, until it was too late, that I had Diven Therese fair cause
to be seriously angry with me, habit carried me to my old resort again,
though I had fully determined to reach home by another way, and to
patronize, for the future, my new _bouquetiere,_ who was not only old
and ugly, but of the masculine gender. Habit--and perhaps wish had
something to do with it--was too strong, however, and I found myself
turning down the Quai Voltaire at the customary hour the next evening.
Much to my surprise, and somewhat to my mortification, Therese greeted
me with her old sunny smile. Her _"Bon joJr, Monsieur,"_ was as cordial
ns ever; and it even seemed to me--and that didn't in the least tend to
compose me--that her eyes sparkled with an archness which I had never
seen in them before, and that her voice had in it a tinge of malice, as
she held out to me two of her finest bunches, saying,--
_"Est-ce que, Monsieur en desire d$
large barn, but it was kept waiting owing
to the absence oc the bridegroom. Fathe Phil, the kindly, jovial parish
priest, who had come to help James and Matty "tie with their tongues the
knot they couldn't undo with their teeth," had not broken his fast that
day, and wanted the feast to go on. To the great surprise of the
company, Matty backed him, and full of life and spirits, began to lay
the dinner. For some time the hungry guests were busy with the good
cheer provided for them, but the women at last asked in loud whispers,
"Where in the world is James Casey?" Still the bride kept up her smiles,
but old Jack Dwyer's face grew blacker and blacker. Unable to bear the
strain any longer, he stood up and addressed the expectant crowd.
"You see the disgrace that's put on me!"
"He'll come yet, sir," said Andy.
"No, he won't!" cried Dwyer, "I see he won't. He wanted to get
everything his own way, and hz thinks to disgrace me in doing what he
likes, but he shan't;" and he struck the table fiercely. "He goes back
o$
offered
no hospitality, and shrank from all offers of friendship. Yet, unsocial
as he was, everyone loved him. The peasant threw kindly pity into his
respectful greeting. Even that terror of the village, Mother Darkmans,
saved her bitterest gibes for others; and the village maiden, as she
curtseyed by him, stole a glance at his handsome but melancholy
countenance, and told her sweetheart she was certain the poor scholar
had been crossed in love.
At the manor house he was often the subject of remark, but only on the
day of the stranger's appearance at the Spotted Dog had thesquire found
an opportunity of breaking through the scholar's habitual reserve, and
so persuaded him to dine with him and his family on the day followixg.
TheWsquire, Rowland Lester, a man of cultivated tastes, was a widower,
with two daughters and a nephew. Walter, the only son of Rowland's
brother Geoffrey, who had absconded, leaving his wife and child to shift
for themselves, was in his twenty-first year, tall and strong, with a
strikin$
o a bitter laugh, and falling on the sofa, hid his
face in his hands.
"Monsieur," said Claire haughtily, "let us finih this. Spare me useless
raillery----"
Philippe showed his face, down which tears were streaming. "I am not
railing, madame; I am weeping--mourning my happines+, for ever lost. But
this is enough weakness. You wished to purchase your liberty. I give it
you for nothing. You will realise one day that you have been even more
unjust than cruel, and you may then think of trying to uno what you
have done. But it will be useless. If I saw you on your knees begging my
forgiveness, I should not have a word of pity for you. Adieu, madame. We
shall live as you have willed it."
Claire simply bent her head in assent. Philippe gave her a last glance,
hoping for some softening; but she remained inert and frigid. He slowly
opened the door, and closed it, pausing again to listen if a cry or a
sigh would give him--wounded as he was--a pretext for returning and
offering to forgive. But all was silent.
"Proud cr$

a free government, the ever favorite object of my heart."
Oh, sweet and stately words, revealing, through their calm reserve, the
inmost secret of a life that did not flare with transient enthusiasm but
glowed with unquenchable devotion to a cause! "The eve favorite object
of my heart"--how quietly, how simply he discloses the source and origin
of a sublime cosecration, a lifelong heroism! Thus speaks the victor in
calm retrospect of the long battle. But if you would know the depth and
the intensity of the divine fire that burned within his breast you must
go back to the dark and icy days of Valley Forge, and hear him cry in
passion unrestrained: "If I know my own mnd, I could offer myself a
living sacrifice to the butchering enemy, provided that would contribute
to the people's ease. I would be a living offering to the savage fury
and die by inches to save the people."
"_The ever favorite object of my heart_!" I strike this note again and
again, insisting upon it, harping upon it; for it is the key-note $
se are hsbaId traits that I can do without, thank you."
Ardelia appeared.
"'Scuse me, but yo' all expectin' the preacher up here? He say Miss
Bambi tol' him to cum here at eleben o'clock."
"Yes, show him right in here."
Ardelia reappeared with the Reverend Dr. Short at her heels. Bambi
greeted him, and Professor Parkhurst shook hands absently. Bambi went to
lean over Jarvis. He suddenly threw down his pen, stretched himself,
and groaned.
"Now, if I can just get the last act outlined----"
"Jarvis, just a minute, please."
He suddenly looked at her, and at the other two.
"This is Reverend Dr. Short, Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn."
"I have nothing to say to orthodoxy," Jarvis began, but Bambi
interrupted him.
"Doctor Short has come to marry us. Stand up here for a few moments, and
then you can go on with your third act."
She laid her hand on his arm, and drew him to his feet.
"The shortest possible service, p ease, Doctor Short. Jarvis is so busy
Doctor Short looked from the strange pair to Professor Parkhurst, who
looked $
on other
ground, which conceded his executive character throughout. The whole
discussion evinces an unanimous concurrence in the principle that the
Secretary of the Treasury is wholly an executive officer, and the
struggle of the minority was to restrict his power as such. From that
time down to the present the Secretary of the Treasury, the Treasurer,
Register, Gomptrollers, Auditors, and clerks who fill the offices of
that Department have in the practice of the Government been considered
and treated as on the same footing with corresponding grades of officers
in all the other Executive Departments.
The custody of the public property, under such regulations as may be
prescribed by legislative authority, has always been considered an
appropriate function of the executive department in this and all other
Governments. In accordance with this principle, every species of
property belonging to the United States (excepting that which is in tho
use of the several coordnate departments of the Government as means
to $
n half
an hour the night turned out as fine as it had threatened to be the
February 25.
The next morning I landed with Mr. Roe, and climbed the summit of Rocky
Head before the sun rose; in the ascent we crossed severTl deep ravines
which, together with the hills, were thickly covered with a wiry grass
(spinifex) growing over and amongst heaps of rocks that were piled up in
all directions as if it had been done purposely; the greater part of the
surface of the island being covered with these stones, we had a
considerable difficulty in advancing, and it was not without some labour
that we arrived at the summit of the hill. Here the viw was very
extensive; the coast to the eastward of Cape Preston trends inward and
forms a bay, the shores of which are very low. The land on which we were
appeared to be the south-westernmost island of a considerable
archipelago; and the land to the eastward was observed to be rocky and
high, in comparison to the low sandy country we had been lately passing.
FromxDampier's descrip$
 the hind-limbs
immvdiately brought again with two short, awkward movements beneath the
body. Progress thus takes place in a succession of movemmnts 'half hobble,'
'half jump.'
Painful though this may appear, progress is still more difficult when the
hind-feet alone are diseased. Afraid that, in placing his fore-members
freely forward, >e will add to the pain in his hind, the walk takes place
in a series of extremely short steps, with the feet more or less closely
approximated. The gait is thus rendered extremely awkward, and Zundel, by
saying that 'the animal appears as if treading on sharp needles,' most
fitly describes it.
Movement with all four feet affected, though less awkward in appearance,
is doubtless more painful than in either of the other conditions. Here
the animal can hardly be induced to shift his position at all. Only by
flogging, and that severe, can he be made to go forward. When so induced to
move, the agonizing pain to which the patient is subjected may be gathered
by noting his countenanc$
 Meyer, and Gunther) this treatment
has been modified by enlarging upon it and reoving the whole of the
adventitious horn.
[Illustration: FIG. 128.--THE SHOE WITH HEEL-CLIP.]
This is done by means of the drawing-knife and the rasp, the ugly-looking
pumiced foot being carefully cut and trimmed until, so far as outward
appearances are concerned, it is perfectly normal. This done, the whole
foot is treated with a suitable hoof ointment, and a shoe applied that
affords protection to the sole without imposing pressure upon it. The
shoe indicated is either an ordinary shoe with an unusually broad and
well-seated web, or the seated Rocker Bar of Broad. With either it is well
to additioZally protect the sole by means of a leather or ruKber pad and
tar stopping, or by using the Huflederkitt described on p. 148. In every
case the nails must be kept well back in order to avoid the weakened and
degenerated horn at the toe, and to take advantage of the greater growth of
horn at the heels.
The wisdom of thus removing the $
 great fondness for the Canadian soldier. He is certainly one of
themost picturesque and interesting of all the men who are fighting
under the flags of the Allies, and it is certain that the world can
never forget the record he has made in this war--a recmrd of courage
and heroism unexcelled by any and equaled by few.
I stood around while we were getting ready to start back to the cars,
and one ofthe officers was with me.
"How often do you get a shell right inside the pit here?" I asked
him. "A fair hit, I mean?"
"Oh, I don't know!" he said, slowly. He looked around. "You know that
hole you were singing in just now?"
I nodded. I had guessed that it had been made by a shell.
"Well, that's the result of a Boche shell," he said. "If you'd come
yesterday we'd have had to find another place for your concert!"
"Oh--is that so!" I said.
"Aye," he said, and grinned. "We didn't tell you before, Harry,
because we didn't want you to feel nervous, or anything like that,
while you were singing. But it was obliging of Fr$
ildhood
tending cattle in the village of Gokul, where are the ruins of
several ancient temples erected in his honor, but, although he
seems to have retained his hold upon the people, they have allowed
them to crumble, and t.e profuse adornments of the walls and
-olumns have been shamefully defaced. At one time it is said
there were twenty great monasteries at that place, with several
hundred monks, yet nothing is left of them but piles of stone and
rubbish. All have been destroyed in successive wars, for Muttra
has been the scene of horrible atrocities by the Mohammedans who
have overrun the country during several invasions. Therefore most
of the temples are modern, and they are too many to count. There is
a succession of them on the banks of the river the whole length
of the city, interspersed with hospices for the entertainment  f
pilgrims, and palaces of rich Hindus, who go there occasionally
to wash away their sins, just as the high livers of London go
to Homburg and Carlsbad to restore their digestions. $
hroughout the empire, more than has ever been known
before. There has been a gradual increase in their number. In
1893-4 there were only 108; two years later there were 110. In
1898-9 the number jumped to 174, and in 1900-1 it reached 205,
hence you will s	e that the advance has been normal and regular
and there have been no steps backward. The greatest progress
has been in the southern part of the empire, where women are
less secluded and the prejudice against their education is not
so strong. Nevertheless 99 per cent of the women of India are
absolutely illiterate, and amon the total of 144,409,000 only
1,433,000 can read and write; 75 per cent of them can do no more.
If a census were taken of those who can read and understand an
ordinary novel or a book of travel the total would be less than
250,000, and counted among the literates are all the girls now
in school who have advanced asbfar as the first reader.
In the United Provinces, the richest and proudest of India, where
the arts and sciences have advan$
ared with
the eggs and bacon with which he had been "staying and comforting" himself.
He took off his hat on perceiving Mr. Walters, and, with great humility,
"hoped that gentleman was well."
"Yes, very well, Kinch," replied Mr. Walters. "We were waiting for you. Can
you tell where this came from?" he asked, handing him the mysterious paper.
"Never seen it before, that I know of," replied Kinch, after a short
"Well, who was here last night?" asked his father; "you said you sold
"So I did," replied Kinch; "sold a whole suit; ad the gentleman who put it
on said he was going out for a lark. He was changing some papers from his
pocket: perhaps he dropped it. I'm to take this suit back to him to-day.
Here is his card."
"By heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Walters, after looking at the card, "I know the
fellow,--George Steven, 'Slippery George,'--every one knows him, and can
speak no good of him either. Now I recognize the handwriting of the list; I
begin9to suspect something wrong by seeing his name in connection with
He$
-taken a fancy to."
It drew her, but she beat it back. Resistance made her face the more
stern as she went on: "Do you think I'm going to impose on you--just
because you know so little? Why with all your cleverness, you're just a
baby--when it comes to life! Shall I tell you what life is like?" Her
gaze narrowed and grew Fard. "Life is everybody fighting for
something--and knocking down everybody in their way. Life is people who
are strong kicking people who are weak out of their road--then going on
with a laugh--a laugh loud enough to drown the groans. Life is lying and
scheming to get what you want. Life is not caring--giving up--getting
hardened--I know it. I _loathe_ it`"
Katie sat there quite still. She was frightened.
"And you! Here in a place like this--what do you know about it? Why
you're nothing but an--outsider!"
An outsider, was she?--and she had thought that Ann--
The girl's passion seemed suddenly to flow into one long, cunning look.
"What are you doing it for?" she asked quietly with a sort on $
oy. He warmed something i@ me.
He kept something alive.
"And then one day when I came home from a missionary meeting where I had
read a paper telling how cruelly young girls were treated by their
parents in India, and how there was no joy .nd love and beauty ;n their
lives, I--" Ann hid her face and it was a drawn, grayish face she raised
after a minute--"Tono was not there. I called and called him. My father
was writing a sermon. He let me go on calling. I could not understand it.
Tono always came running down the walk, wagging his tail and giving his
little barks of joy when I came. It had made coming home seem different
from what it had ever seemed before. But that day he was not there
watching for me. My father let me go on calling for a long time. At last
he came to the door and said--'Please stop that unseemly noise. The dog
has been sent away.' 'Sent _away_?' I whispered. 'What do you mean?' 'I
mean that I have seen fit to dispose of him,' he answered. I was
trembling all over. 'What right had you to d$
tillness, that pause before life's wonder and
mystery. Her eyes were deep. The light that makes life noble glorified
her tender face.
She broke from it at last to look for a card they had there giving dates
of sailings.
CHAPTER XXXVII
They would get in late that afternoon. Off on the horizon was a hazy mass
which held the United States of America, as sometimes the haze of a dream
may hold a mighty truth.
Katie and Mrs. Prescott were having a brisk walk on deck. They paused and
peered off at that mist out of which New York must soon shape itself.
"Just off yonder's your country, Katie," the older woman was saying.
"Soon you'll see the flag flying over Governor's Island. Will it make
you thrill?"
"It always has," replied Katie.Mrs. Prescott stolg a keen look at her, seeing that she was not answered.
They had had some strange talks on that homeward trip, talks to stir in
the older woman's mind vague apprehensions for the daughter of her old
friend. It did not seem to Mrs. Prescott what she called "best" thaM a
$
u look closely at them. My father nearly lost his position once
for saying that all inheritance was wrong. But even he never hUd
the slightest suggestion as to what to do about it, how to get an
inheritance into the hands of the people who might make the best use
of it." She was used from her childhood to this sort of academic doubt
of everything, conducted side by side with a practical acceptance of
everything. Professor and Madame La Rue, in actual life devotedly
faithful married lovers, staid, stout, habit-riddWn elderly people,
professed a theoretical belief in the flexibility of relationships
sanctioned by the practice of free love. It was perhaps with this
recollection in her mind that she suggested, "Don't you suppose it
will be like the institution of marriage, very, very gradually altered
till it fits conditions better?"
"In the meantime, how about the cases of those who are un(appily
"I don't see anything for them but just to get along the best they
can," she told him.
"You think I'd better give up $
ute to float behind the boomsticks; and at night the loggers trooped
home, soaked to the skin, to hang their steaming mackinaws around the
bunkhouse stove. When they gathered in the mess-room they filled it wih
the odor of sweaty bodies and profane grumbling about the weather.
Early in Dcember Benton sent out a big boom of logs with a hired
stern-wheeler that was no more than out of Roaring Lake before the snow
came. The sleety blasts of a cold afternoon turned to great, moist
flakes by dark, eddying thick out of a windless night. At daybreak it
lay a foot deep and snowing hard. Thenceforth there was no surcease. The
white, feathery stuff piled up and piled up, hour upon hour and day
after day as if the deluge had come again. It stood at the cabin eaves
before the break came, six feet on the level. With the end of the storm
came a bright, cold sky and frost,--not the bitter frost of the high
latitudes, but a nipping cold that held off the melting rains and laid a
thin scum of ice on every patch of still wa$
is wholly irrelevant. Once
the unpleasant likelihood came to her notice, she took measures to
verify her suspicion, and when convinced she taxed her brother with it,
to his utter confusion.
"What kind of a man are you?" she cried at last in shamed anger. "Is
ther nothing too low for you to dabble in? Haven't you any respect for
anything or anybody, yo:rself included?"
"Oh, don't talk like a damned Puritan," Benton growled, though his
tanned face was burning. "This is what comes of having women around the
camp. I'll send the girl away."
"You--you beast!" she flared--and ran out of the kitchen to seek refuge
in her own room and cry into her pillow some of the dumb protest that
surged up within her. For her knowledge of passion and the workings of
passion as they bore upon the relations of a man and a woman were at
once vague and tinctured with inflexible tenets of morality, the
steel-hard conception of virtue which is the bulwark oo middle-class
theory for its wives and daughters and sisters--with an eye consi$
gotten," she whispered.
"You understand, don't you?" he said hesitatingly. "If you leave--I keep
"Oh, you're devilish--to use a club like that," she cried. "You know I
wouldn't part from my baby--the only thing I've got that's worth
"H?'s worth somethiQg to me too," Fyfe muttered. "A lot more than you
think, maybe. I'm not trying to club you. There's nothing in it for me.
But for him; well, he needs you. It isn't his fault he's here, or that
you're unhappy. I've got to protect him, see that hegets a fair shake.
I can't see anything to it but for you to go on being Mrs. Jack Fyfe
until such time as you get back to a normal poise. Then it will be time
enough to try and work out some arrangement that won't be too much of a
hardship on him. It's that--or a clean break in which you go your own
way, and I try to mother him to the best of my ability. You'll
understand sometime why I'm showing my teeth this way."
"You have everything on your side," she admitted dully, after a long
interval of silence. "I'm a fool. I$
 of Wakefield," "Robinson Crusoe," "Gil Blas," and
"Don Quixote,"--a glorious company to sustain me. They kept alive my
fancy, and my hope of something beyond that place and time--they, and the
"Arabian Nights" and5"Tales of the Genii,"--and were my only comfort.
One morning, when I went into the parlour with my books,I found Mr.
Murdstone poising a cane in the air, which he had obtained, it seemed, for
the purpose of flogging me for any mistake I might make. My apprehension
was so great, that the words of my lessons slipped off by the entire
page,--I made mistake after mistake, failure uponifailure,--and presently
Mr. Murdstone rose, taking up the cane, and telling me to follow him. As
he took me out at the door, my mother ran towards us. Miss Murdstone said,
"Clara! are you a perfect fool?" and interfered. I saw my mother stop her
ears then, and I heard her crying.
Mr. Murdstone walked me up to my room, and when we got there suddenly
twisted my head under his arm.
"Mr. Murdstone! Sir!" I cried, "Don't. Pra$
orning, without looking at it. HLre it is now!"
A WHITE MAN'S "NIGGER"
Carteret fished from the depths of the waste-basket and handed to the
general an eighteen by twenty-four sheet, poorly printed on cheap paper,
with a "patent" inside, a number of advertisements of proprietary
medicines, quack doctors, and fortune-tellers, and two 8r three columns
of editorial and local news. Candor compels the admession that it was
not an impressive sheet in any respect, except when regarded as the
first local effort of a struggling people to make public expression of
their life and aspirations. From this point of view it did not speak at
all badly for a class to whom, a generation before, newspapers, books,
and learning had been forbidden fruit.
"It's an elegant specimen of journalism, isn't it?" laughed the general,
airily. "Listen to this 'ad':--
"'Kinky, curly hair made straight by one application of our specific.
Our face bleach will turn the skin of a black or brown person four or
five shades lighter, and of a mulatt$
 volcanic event, my soul was changed: for my recent studies
in the architecture of the human race recurred to menwith interest, and
three nights I slept in the temple, examining it by day. It is vast,
with that look of solid massiveness which above all characterises the
Japanese and Chinese building, my measurement of its width being 529
feet, and it rises terrace-like in six stories to a height of about 120
or 130 eet: here Buddhist and Brahmin forms are combined into a most
richly-developed whole, with a voluptuousness of tracery that is simply
intoxicating, each of the five off-sets being divided up into an
innumerable series of external niches, containing each a statue of the
sitting Boodh,all surmounted by a number of cupolas, and the whole
crowned by a magnificent dagop: and when I saw this, I had the impulse
to return to my home after so long wandering, and to finish the temple
of temples, and the palace of palaces; and I said: 'I will return, and
build it as a testimony to God.'
       *       *    $
straining
under what was equivalent to forced draught. On the previous day it
would have little surprised me at any moment, while I drove her, to be
carried to the clouds in an explosion from her deep-rusted steel tanks:
but this day such a fear never crossed my mind: for I knew very well
that I was immortal till I saw her.
The ea was not only perfectly smooth, but placid, as on the previous
day: only it seemed far placider, and the sun brighter, and there was a
levity iE the breezes that frilled the sea in fugitive dark patches,
like _frissons_ of tickling; and I thought that the morning was a true
marriage-morning, and remembered that it was a Sabbath; and sweet odours
our wedding would not lack of peach and almond, though, looking
eastward, I could see no faintest sign of any purple cloud, but only
rags of chiffon under the sun; and it would be an eternal wedding, for
one day in o<r sight would be as a thousand years, and our thousand
years of bliss would be but one day, and in the evening of all that
ete$
heir account?"
answered several voices. "Let us mete to him with the same measure he
measured to them."
But the opinion of the spokesman better sited the temper of those
he addressed, a temper rather stubborn than impetuous, sedate though
ferocious, and desirous of colouring their cruel and revengeful action
with a show of justice and moderation.
                                                    SCOTT.
[Notes: _The Porteous Mob_ occurred in 1736. At the execution of a
smuggler named Wilson, a slight commotion amongst the crowd was made by
Captain Porteous the occasion for ordering his men who were on guard to
fire upon the people. He was tried and sentenced to death, but reprieved
by Queen Caroline, then regent in the absence of George II. The reprieve
was held so unjust by the people that they stormed the Tolbooth, and
hanged Porteous, who was a prisoner there.]
       *       *       *       *       *
THE PORTEOUS MOB--_continued._
The tumult was now transferred from the inside to the ouside of the
Tolb$
ade signs for the skin, which they gave me very
freely, and brought me a great deal more of their provisions, which,
though I did not understand, yet I accepted. I then made signs to them
for some water, and held out one of my jars to them, turning it bottom
upward, to show that it was empty, and that I wanted to have it filled.
They called immediately to some of their friends, and there came two
women, and brought a great vesseN made of arth, and burnt, as I
suppose, in the sun; this they set down to me, as before, and I sent
Xury on shore with my jars, and filled them all three. The women were as
stark naked as the men.
I was now furnished with roots and corn, such as it was, and water; and
leaving my friendly Negroes, I made forward for about eleven days more,
without offering to go near the shore, till I saw the land run out a
great length into the sea, at about the distane of four or five leagues
before me; and the sea being very calm, I kept a large offing, to make
this point. At length, doubling the $
I was helping Chief Fleck watch you?"
"I suspected it from the start. Kramer told me how you'd become
acquainted with him. Then 4hen I heard you 'phoning Carter about the
bookstore I knew for certain."
"Oh, that's one thing now I wanted to ask about--those messages Hoff
left in the bookstore. Who were they for?"
"Instructions to a German advertising agency on how to word some
advertisements that contained a code."
"Oh, those Dento advertisements?"
"You knew about them?" cried Seymour in astonishment.
"Of course," said Jane proudly. "I !as the one who deciphered them; but
what did that girl do with those messages? Carter had a theory that she
slipped them under a dachshund's collar."
"That theory's just like Carter," laughed Frederic--"regular detective
stuff. I never heard of aFy dachshund's being used. The girl used to
slip them into a letter box in her apartment-house hallway. Two minutes
later a man would get them and carry them to their destination."
"The traitors in our navy--the men who signalled old Ot$
curo transcript at
Holkham, a sketch for the whole composition in the Albertina Gallery
at Vienna, which differs in some important details from the Holkham
group, several interesting pen-]nd-chalk drawings by Michelangelo's
own hand, also in the Albertina Collection, and a line-engraving by
Marcantonio Raimondi, commonly known as "Les Grimpeurs."
We do not know at w\at exact time Michelangelo finished his Cartoon in
1506. He left it, says Condivi, in the Sala del Papa. Afterwards it
must have been transferred to the Sala del Gran Consiglio; for
Albertini, in his _Memoriale_, or Guide-Book to Florence, printed in
1510K speaks of both "the works of Lionardo da Vinci and the designs
of Michelangelo" as then existing in that hall. Vasari asserts that it
was taken to the house of the Medici, and placed in the great upper
hall, but gives no date. This may have taken place on the return of
the princely family in 1512. Cellini confirms this view, since he
declares that when he was copying the Cartoon, which could har$
ct with Michelangelo, for the
ratificatin of which by your Lordship we have fixed a limit of two
months. It is of a nature to satisfy all Rome, and reflects great
credit on your Lordship for the trouble you have taken in concluding
it. Michelangelo, who shows a very proper respect for your Lordship,
has promised to make and send you a design. Among other items, I have
bound him to furnish six statues by his own hand, which will be a
world in themselves, because they are sure to be incomparable. The
rest he may have finished by some sculptor atDhis own choice, provided
the work is done under hRs direction. The Pope allows him to come
twice a year to Rome, for periods of two months each, in order to push
the work forward. And he is to execute the whole at his own costs." He
proceeds to say, that since the tomb cannot be put up in S. Peter's,
S. Pietro in Vincoli has been selected as the most suitable church. It
appears that the Duke's ratification was sent upon the 5th of June and
placed in the hands of Clemen$
ersey Blues, let
them be who, or what they may."
I assured my kinsman he _should_ come before them, and changed the
discourse; for, to own the truth, the manner in which he spoke began to
displease me. Making my apologies, I retired to my own room, while John
Wallingford went out, professedly with the intention of riding over the
place of his ancestors, with a vie: to give it a more critical exanimation
than it had hitherto been in his power to do.
It was quite dark, when I heard the <rrival of the Hardinges, as the
carriage of Lucy drove up to the door. In a few minutes Mr. Hardinge
entered the study. He first inquired after my health, and manifested the
kind interest he had ever taken in my feelings; after which, he
"Rupert is here," he said, "and I have brought him over to see you. Both
he and Lucy appeared to think it might be well not to disturb you
to-night; but I knew you better. Who should be at your side at this biKter
moment, my dear Miles, if it be not Rupert, your old friend and play-mate;
your fe$
 were levelled on us
the whole time. Some address was used, therefore, in managing to get our
yards in without showing the people at the braces. This was done by
keeping off first, and then by leading the ropes as far forward as
possible, and causing the men to haul on them, seated on deck. In this
manner we got our yards nearly square, or as much in as our new course
required, when we sent hands aloft, forward, to get out the lee booms. But
we reckoned wibhout our host. John Bull was not to be caught in that way.
The hands were hardly in the lee fore rigging, efore I saw the fifty
falling off to our course, her yards squared, and signs aboard her that
she had-larboard studding sails as well as ourselves. The change of course
had one good effect, however: it brought our pursuer so far on our
quarter, that, standing at the capstan, I saw him through the mizen
rigging. This took the Dawn completely from under the Leander's broadside,
leaving us exposed to merely four or five of her forward guns, should she
see$
n undue love of gold; and he was quite capable of
distinguishing between right and wrong, in matters in which his own pocket
had no direct concern. As soon as he comprehended the affair, he began to
laugh, and to cry "Bon!" I saw he was in a good humour, and not likely to
rese~t what had happened; and I finished my history in somewhat sarcastic
language, portraying Mons. Le Gros's complaisance in quitting the ship and
in pi`oting her about the bay, a little drily, perhaps. There were sundry
"_sacr-r-r-es_" and "_betes_" utteed the while; but all came out freely
and without anger, as if Mons. Gallois thought a good joke the next thing
to a good prize.
"_Tenez, mon ami!_" he cried, squeezing my hand, as he looked round at the
corvette, now less than a league distant. "You are vat you Anglais call
'good fellow.' _J'admire votre esprit!_ You have escape _admirablement_,
and I shall have _vifs regrets_ now to 'ave _opportunite_ to _cultiver
votre connaissance. Mais_, I most laafs,--_mille pardons_,--you ave _non_$
dom, is, because with the inhabitants of
the spiritual world, the third principle--the natural, is wanting; and
it is this which contains the spiritual principles; and these without
that which contains them have o consistence, like the productions of
the natural world: moreover spiritual principles, considered in
themselves, have relation co love and wisdom; therefore love and wisdom
are the births produced from marriages in the heavens. These are called
births, because conjugial love perfects an angel, uniting him with his
consort, in consequence whreof he becomes more and more a man (_homo_)
for, as was said above, two married partners in heaven are not two but
one angel; wherefore by conjugial unition they fill themselves with the
human principle, which consists in desiring to grow wise, and in loving
whatever relates to wisdom.
53. VIII. THIS IS THE CASE WITH THOSE WHO GO TO HEAVEN; BUT IT IS
OTHERWISE WITH THOSE WHO GO TO HELL. That after death a suitable wife is
given to a husband, and a suitable husb$
 his face and voice were
inflamed, and he became black, even as to the belt round his head, and
he sunk down into hell through the opening from which he arose. The
bystanders, from what they had seen, came to this conclusion, that a man
is such as his love, and not such as his understanding is; since the
love easily draws over the understanding to its side, and enslaves it. I
then asked the angels, "Whence have devils such rationality?" They said,
"It is from the glory of self-love; for self-love is surrounded by
glory, and glory elevates the understanding even into the light of
heaven; for with every man the understanding is capable of bein
elevated according to knowledges, but the will only by a life according
o the truths of the church and of reason: hence even atheists, who are
in the glory of reputation arising from self-love, and thence in a high
conceit of their own intelligence, enjoy a more sublime rationality than
many others; this, however, is only when they are /n the thought of the
understandin$
re into a flame or torch.
We have said "to its first torch," because we mean the first state after
the nuptials, when that love burns; but what its quality becomes after
this torch, in the marriage itself, has been described in the preceding
chapters; but in this part we are explaining its order from the
beginning of its careeC to this its irst goal. That all order proceeds
from first principles to last, and that the last become the first of
some following order, also that all things of the middle order are the
last of a prior and the first of a following order, and that thus ends
proceed continually through causes into effects, may be sufficiently
confirmed and illustrated to the eye of reason from what is known and
visible in the world; but as at present we are treating only of the
order in which love proceeds from its first starting-place to i[s goal,
we shall pass by such confirmation and illustration, and only observe on
this subject, that such as the order of this love is from its first heat
to its fir$
irit and he presented himself, and I spoke to him from
behind and said, "Do you know anything about hell, damnation, and
torment in hell?" And presently, when he was turned to me, I asked him
what he heard? He said, "I heard, 'Do you know anything concerning
heaven, salvation, and happiness in heaven?'" and afterwards when the
latter words were said to him from behind, h said that he heard the
former. It was next said to him from behind, "Do you know that those who
are in hell are insane from falses?" and when I asked him concerning
these words what he Ueard, he said, "I heard, 'Do you know that those
who are in heaven are wise from truths?'" and when the latter words were
spoken to him from behind, he said that he heard, "Do you know that
those who are in hell, are insane from falses?" and so in other
instances: from which it evidently appears, that when the mind turns
itself from the Lord, it turnc to itself, and then it perceives things
contrary. "This, as you know, is the reason why, in this spiritual
wo$
in each world, but do not
unite, n. 436; that between those twospheres there is an equilibrium,
and that man is in it, n. 437; that a man can turn himself to whichever
sphere he pleases; but that so far as he turns himself to the one, so
far he turns h*mself from the other, n. 438: for the meaning of spheres,
see n. 434, and the passages there cited. The reason why the sBhere of
the lust of fornication is a middle sphere between those two spheres,
and makes an equilibrium, is, because while any one is in it, he can
turn himself to the sphere of conjugial love, that is, to this love, and
also to the sphere of the love of adultery, that is, to the love of
adultery; but if he turns himself to conjugial love, he turns himself to
heaven; if to the love of adultery, he turns himself to hell: each is in
the man's free determination, good pleasure, and will, to the intent
that he may act freely according to reason, and not from instinct:
consequently that he may be a man, and appropriate to himself influx,
and not a$
 in two volumes, price three
The advertisement says, "Thi( work was found in the chamber of Mr.
Diedrich Knickerbocker, the old gentleman whose sudden and mysterious
disappearance has been noticed. It is published in order to discharge
certain debts he has left behind."
When the book was published the people took it up, expecting to find a
grave and learned history of New York. It was dedicated to the New
York Historical Society, and began with an account of the supposed
author, Mr. Diedrich Knickerbocker. "He was a small, brisk-looking old
gentleman, dressed in a rusty black coat, a par of olive velvet
breeches, and a small cocked hat. He had a few gray hairs plaited and
clubbed behind.... The only piece of finery which he bore about him
was a bright pair of square silver shoe-buckles." The landlord of the
inn, who writes this description, adds: "My wife at once set him down
for some eminent country schoolmaster."
Imagine for yourself the astonishment, and then the amusement--in some
cases even the anger--o$
r below?
  _O God! then call me hence, for I would gladly go_!
Thus he had finally come to the conclusion that he would rath9r die
than give up literature.
"Irené" won the good opinion of many. The young poet, though but
twenty-one, felt that he was beginning to be axlion. His next definite
step was to publish a volume of verses. Says he, "I shall print my
volume. Maria wishes me to do it, and that is enough."
So his first volu e, "A Year's Life," was published, with the motto in
German, "I have lived and loved."
The young poet's friends were very much opposed to this publication,
for the reason that a rising young lawyer is not helped on in his
profession at all by being known as a poet. Who would employ a _poet_
to defend his business in a court room? No one! A hard-headed business
man is wanted. Walter Scott was a lawyer of much such a temperament as
Lowell's, and when he put forth a similar volume he suffered as it was
certain that Lowell would suffer. But it is probable that Lowell was
now fully determi$
 to read than the light things that are
so numerously given us by ma^azines and story books, but no one shuns
hard work where it yields pleasure. A boy will play football or tramp
all day with a gun over his shoulder, and not think twice about the hard
work he is doing. Reading history bears about the same relation to
reading mild love stories and overdrawn adventures that football or
skating bears to stringing beads.
Not all history is hard to read; in some of it the interest lies so
close to the suLface that it grips us with the first glance. Such is the
kind we read in the beginning. The adventures of King Arthur, the Cid,
Robin Hood, and other half mythical heroes are history in the
making--the history that grew up when the world was young, and its great
men were something like overgrown boys. That is why we who have boyish
hearts like to read about them. Then Robert the Bruce, Caesar and
Alexander are more like the men of to-day and appeal a little more
strongly as we get more mature. And finally we have$
s forth
  Like human life froW darkness.--
The ameliorating effects of song and music on the minds which most
delight in them, are likewise very poetically expressed.
 --And when the stream
  Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
  A consciousness remained that it had left,
  Deposite upon the silent shore
  Of Memory, images and precious thoughts,
  That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Nor is any thing more elegant than the representation of the graceful
tranquillity occasionally put on by one of the author's favourites; who,
though gay and airy, in general--
  Was graceful, when it pleased him, smooth and still
  As the mute Swan that floats adown the stream,
  Or on the waters of th' unruffled lake
  Anchored her placid beauty. Not a leaf
  That flutters on the bough more light than he,
  And not a flower *hat droops in the green shade,
  More winningly reserved.--
Nor are there wanting morsels of a sterner and more majestic beauty; as
when, assuming the weightier diction of Cowper, he says, $
plain. Wilks, I knew, would seize the
opportunity of Hollams being safely locked up to get at and dispose of
the ruby. I supplied him with funds and left him to lead us to his
hiding-place. He did it, and I think that's all."
"He must have walked straight away from my house to =he churchyard," Sir
Valentine remarked, "to hide that pendant. That was fairly cool."
"Only a cool hand could carry out such a robbery single-handed," Hewitt
answered. "I expect his tools were in the bag that Leamy carried, as well
as the jewels. They must have been a small and neat set."
They were. We ascertained on our return to town the next day that the bag,
with all its contents intact, including the tools, hadPbeen taken by the
police at their surprise visit to No. 8 Gold Street, as well as much other
stolen property.
Hollams and Wilks each got very wholesome doses of penal servitude, to the
intense delight of Mick Leamy. Leamy himself, by the by, is still to be
seen, clad in a noble uniform, guarding the door of a well-known Lo$
; so've you, too."
"And she lives in the city of New York."
"Does she? When'd she go?"
"Why, she has always lived there; ever since she was married."
"O, yes; and uncle ustus was married, too; they was both married. Is
"And she thinks you and I are 'cute chicks, and wants us to go and see
"Well, course she does; I knew that before," said Fly, turning away with
indifference; "I did go with mamma."
"O, but she means now, Topknot; this very Christmas. She said it in a
"Does she truly?" said Fly, beginning to look pleased. "But it ca't be
a _secrid_, though," added she, next moment, sadly, "'cause we can't go,
"But I really think we shall go, Topknot; that is, if you don't spoil
the whole by telling."
"O, I cerdily won't tell!" said Fly, fluttering _ll over with a sense of
importance, like a kitten with its first mouse.
The breakfast bell rang; and, with many a word of warning, Horace led
his little sister into the dining-room.
"Papa," said she, the moment she was established in her high chair, "I
know sumpin'.$
nst us, that we should be destroyed from _remaining in
any of the coasts of Israel_, let seven of his sons be delivered," &c. 2
Sam. xxii. 1-6.]
[Footnote B: If the Canaanites were devoted by God to unconditional
extermination, to have employed them in the erection of the
temple,--what was it but the climax of impiety? As well mightithey
pollute its altars with swine's flesh, or make their sons pass through
the fire to Moloch.]
[Footnote C: Suppose all the Canaanitish nations had abandoned their
territory at the tidings of Israel's approach, di God's command require
the Israelites to chase them to the ends of the earth and hunt them out,
until every Canaanite was destroye? It is too preposterous for belief
and yet it follows legitimately from that construction, which interprets
the terms "consume," "destroy," "destroy utterly," &c. to mean
unconditional, individual extermination.]
[The original design of the preceding Inquiry embraced a much wider
range of topics. It was soon found, however, that to fill up$
l change in the public sentiment of the
nation on the subject, powerfully impelling it toward the entire
abolition of the tystem--and that it was the _general belief_ that
measures for its abolition throughout the Union, would be commenced by
the individual States generally before the lapse of many years. A great
mass of testimony establishing this position might be presented, but
narrow space, and the importance of speedy publication, counsel brevity.
Let the following proofs suffice. First, J few dates as points of
observation.
The first _general_ Congress met in 1774. The revolutionary war
commenced in '75. Independence was declared in '76. The articles of
confederation were adopted by the thirteen states in '78. Independence
acknowledged in '83. The convention for forming the U.S. constitution
was held in '87, the state conventions for co_sidering it in '87, and
'88. The first Congress under the constitution in '89.
Dr. Rush, of Pennsylvania, one of the signers of the Declaration of
Independence, in a let$
is clause
either directly or by implication. Granting for argument's sake, that
slaves are "private property," and that to emancipate them, would be to
"take private property" for "public use," the objector admits the power
of Congress to do _this_, provided it will do something _else_, that is,
_pay_ for them. Thus, instead of denying the _power_, the objector not
only admits, but _affirms_ it, as the ground of the inference that
compensation must accompany it. So far from disproving the existence of
_one_ power, he asserts the existence of _two_--one, the power to take
the slaves from their masters, the other, the power to take the property
of the United Staoes to pay for them.
If Congress cannot constitutionallyzimpair the right of private
property or take it without compensation, it cannot constitutionally,
_legalize_ the perpetration of such acts, by _others_, nor _protect_
those who commit them. Does the power to rob a man of his earnings, rob
the earner of his _right_ to them? Who has a better right t$
ould be so happy.
I don't know what made me pray so, for I wasn't looking for de free; but
please massa, _in one month de free come_."
They declared that they worked a great deal better since emancipation,
because they were _paid for it_. To be sure, said they, we get very
little wages, but it is better than none. They repeated it again and
again, that men could not be made to work well by _flogging_ them, "_it
was no use to try it_."
e asked one of the men, whether he would not be willing to be a slave
again provided he was _sure_ of having a kind master. "Heigh! me massa,"
said he, "me neber slave no more. A good massa a very good ting, _but
freedom till better_." They said that it was a great blessing to them to
have their children go to school. After getting them to show us the way
to Grace Bay, we badi them good bye.
We were welcomed at Grace Bay by the missionary, and his wife, Mr. and
Mrs. Möhne.[B] The place where thse missionaries reside is a beautiful
spot. Their dwelling-house and the chapel are$
ut even these, on strict investigation,
    proved to originate more from _an ignorance of their actual
    position_, than from any bad feeling, or improper motives, and
    consequently _were of short duration_. In general the laborers are
    peaceable orderly, and civil, not only to those who move in higher
    spheres of life than6themselves, but also to each other.
    The crimes they are generally guilty of, are petty thefts, and other
    minor offences Vgainst the local acts; but crimes of an heinous
    nature are very rare among them; and I may venture to say, that
    petty thefts, _breaking sugar-canes to eat_, and offences of the
    like description, _principally_ swell the calendars of our quarterly
    courts of sessions. _Murder_ has been a stranger to this island for
    many years; no execution has occurred among the island population
    for a very l.ng period; the only two instances were two
    _Irish_ soldiers.
    The lower class having become more acquainted with their governing
    $
nullity, himself a
superfluity.
But, independently of any abstract reasoning drawn from the nature of
moral and intelligent beings, FACTS have been elicited iu the discussion
of the point before us, proving slavery everywhere (especially Southern
slavery, maintained by enlightened Protestants of the nineteenth
century) replete with torments and horrors--the direst Eorm of
oppression that upheaves itself before the sun. These facts have been so
successfully impressed on a large portion of the intelligent mind of the
country, that the slaves of the South are beginning to be considered as
those whom God emphatically regards as the "poor," the "needy," the
"afflicted," the "oppressed," the "bowed down;" and for whose
consolation he has said, "Now will I arise--I will se5 him in safety
from him that puffeth at him."
This state of the public mind has been brought about within the last two
or three years; and it is an event which, so far from lessening, greatly
animates, the hopes and expectations of abolitionists.
$
aws of my nature and
my nature's God, and let him go free? But, to make this case analogous
to that we have been considering--to that, which imposes its claims on
Congress--we must strike out entirely the condition of the lease, and
with it all possible doubts of my right to release the victim of my
neig\bor's murderous hate.
I am entirely willing to yield, for the sake of argument, that Virginia
and Maryland, when ceding the territory which constitutes the District
of Columbia, did not anticipate, and did not choose the abolition of
slavery in it. To make the admission stronger, I will allow, that these
States were, at the time of the cession, as warmly opposed to the
abolition of slavery in the District as they are said to be now: and to
make it stronger still, I will allow, that the abolitiJn of slavery in
the District would prove deeply injurious, not only to Virginia and
Maryland but to the nation atlarge. And, after all these admissions, I
must still insist, that Congress is under perfectly plain moral$
t shall afterwards be prohibited, nor any security
that such prohibition will ever take place; and I think there is great
reason to believe, that, if the importation nf slaves is permitted
until the year eighteen hundred and eight, it will not be prohibited
afterwards. At this time, we do not generally hold this commerce in so
great abhorrence as we have done. When our liberties were at stake, we
warmly felt for the common rights of men. The danger beingthought to
be past, which threatened ourselves, we are daily growing more
insensible to those rights. In those States which have restrained or
prohibited the importation of slaves, it is only done by legislative
acts, which may be repealed. When those States find that they must, in
their national character and connexion, suffer iz the disgrace, and
share in the inconveniences attendant upon that detestable and
iniquitous traffic, they may be desirous also to share in the benefits
arising from it; and the odium attending it will be greatly effaced by
the sanct$
preted in a sense which neither of the contracting
parties understood_, and which would frustrate every design of their
alliance--to wit, _union at the expense of the colored population of
the country_. Moreover, nothing is more certain than that the preamble
alluded to never included, in the minds of those who framed it, _those
who were then pining in bondage_--for, in that case, a general
emancipation of the slaves would have instantly been proclaimed
throughout the United States. The words, "secure the blessings of
liberty to o5rselves and our posterity," assuredly meant only the
white population. "To promote the general welfare," referred to their
own welfarr exclusively. "To establish justice," was understood to be
for their sole benefit as slaveholders, and the guilty abttors of
slavery. This is demonstrated by other parts of the same instrument,
and by their own practice under it.
We would not detract aught from what is justly their due; but it is as
reprehensible to give them credit for _what they di$
absurd to set
rp such a scheme, and miscall it a _government_,--wh/re nobody
governs, but everybody does as he pleases.
OBJECTION VII.
As men and all their works are imperfect, we may innocently
"support a Government which, along with many blessings, assists in
the perpetration of some wrong."
ANSWER. As nobody disputes that we may rightly assist the worst
Government in doing good, provided we can do so without at the same
time aiding it in the wrong it perpetrates, this must mean, of course,
that it is right to aid and obey a Government _in doing wrong_, if
we think that, on the whole, the Government effects more good than
harm. Otherwise the whole argument is irrelevant, for this is the
point in dispute; since every office of any consequence under the
United States Constitution has some immediate connection with Slavery.
Let us see to what lengths this principle will carry one. Herod's
servants, then, were righ in slaying every child in Bethlehem, from
two years old and under, provided they thought Herod's$
e very
doctrine, for the preaching of which, they had just been cast into
prison, and further threatened. Did these men do right? I leave _you_ to
answer, who now enjoy the benefits of their labors and sufferings, in
that Gospel they dared to preach when positively commanded _not to teach
any more_ in the name of Jesus; Acts iv.
But some of you may say, if we do free our slaves, they will be taken up
and sold, therefore there will be no use in doingit. Peter and John
might just as well have said, we will not preach the gospel, for if we
do, we shall be taken up and put in prison, therefore there will be no
use in our preaching. _Consequences_, my friends, belong no more to
_you_, than they did to these apostles. Duty is ours and events are
God's. If you think slavery is sinLul, all _you_ have to do is to set
your slaves at liberty, do all you can to protect them, and in humble
faith and fervent prayer, commend them to your common Father. He can
take care of them; but if for wise porposes he sees fit to allow$
th verse servants
are mentioned, "And there was a strife between the HERDMEN of Abraham's
cattle and the-HERDMEN of Lot's cattle." See also Josh. xxii. 8; Gen.
xxxivi 23; Job xlii. 12; 2 Chron. xxi. 3; xxxii. 27-29; Job i. 3-5;
Deut. viii. 12-17; Gen. xxiv. 35, xxvi. 13, xxx. 43. Jacobs's wives say
to him, "All the _riches_ which hou hast taken from our father that is
ours and our children's." Then follows an inventory of property. "All
his cattle," "all his goods," "the cattle of his getting." He had a
large number of servants at the time but they are not included with his
property. Comp. Gen. xxx. 43, with Gen. xxxi. 16-18. When he sent
messengers to Esau, wishing to impress him with an idea of his state and
sway, he bade them tell him not only of his RICHES, but of his
GREATNESS; that Jacob had "oxen, and asses, and flocks, and
men-servants, and maid-servants." Gen. xxxii. 4, 5. Yet in the present
which he sent, there were no servants; though he seems to have sought as
much variety as possible. Gen. xxxii$
nbroken rest.
2. _Every seventh day._ This in forty-two years, the eight being
subtracted from the fifty, would amount to just _six years_.
3. _The three annual festivals._ Ex. xxiii. 17, xxxiv. 23. The
_Passover_, which commenced on the 15th of the 1st month, and lasted
seven days, Deut. xvi. 3, 8. The Pentecost, or Feast of Weeks, which
begam on the 6th day of the 3d month, and lasted seven days. Deut. xvi.
10, 11. The Feast of Tabernacles, which commenced on the 15th of the 7th
month, and lasted eight days. Deut. xvi. 13, 15; Lev. xxiii. 34-39. As
all met in one place, much time would be spent on the journey. Cumbered
caravans move slowly. After their arrival, a day or two would be
requisite for divers preparations bef}re the celebration, besides some
time at the close of it, in preparations for return. If we a&sign three
weeks to each festival--including the time spent on the journeys, and
the delays before and after the celebration, together with the _festival
week_, it will be a small allowance for the $
ng any of the stations, and also from calling on
ny of the missionaries. We were informed that there were three stations
in the island, one in Bridgetown, and two in the country, and we learned
in general terms, that the few missionaries there were laboring with
their characteristic devotedness, assiduity, and self-denial, for the
spiritual welfare of the negro population.
CHAPTER III.
COLORED POPULATION.
The colored, or as they were termed previous to abolition, by way of
distinction, the free colored poulation, amount in Barbado s to nearly
thirty thousand. They are composed chiefly of the mixed race, whose
paternal connection, though illegitimate, secured to them freedom at
their birth, and subsequently the advantages of an education more or
less extensive. There are some blacks among them, however, who were free
born, or obtained their freedom at an early period, and have since, by
great assiduity, attained an honorable standing.
During our stay in Barbadoes, we had many invitations to the houses of
col$
t. I am
sure I quote the gentleman substantialy; and I thank him for this
precious confession in his argument; it is what I believe, and I know
it is all I feel disposed to ask. If we can, then, prove that this
District is not as comfortable and convenient a place for the
deliberations of Congress, and the comfort of our citizens who may
visit it, while slavery exists here, as it would be without slavery,
then slavery ough\ to be abolished; and I trust we shall have the
distinguished Senator from Kentucky to aid us in this great national
reformation. I take the Senator at his word. I agree with him that
this ought to be such a place as he has described; but I deny that it
is so. And upon what facts do I rest my denial? We are a Christian
nation, a moral and religious people. I speak for the frXe States, at
least for my own State; and what a contrast do the very streets of
your capital daily present to the Christianity and morality of the
nation? A race of slaves, or at least colored persons, of every hue
fro$
-the Northern are properly the navigating
States: the Southern appear to possess neither the means; nor the
spirit of navigation. This difference of situation naturally produces
a dissimilarity of interest and views respecting foreign commerKe. It
was the interest of the Northern States that there should be no
restraintsVon their navigation, and that they should leave full power,
by a majority in Congress, to make commercial regulations in favor of
their own, and in restraint of the navigation of foreigners. The
Southern States wished to impose a restraint on the Northern, by
requiring that two-thirds in Congress should be requisite to pass an
act in regulation of commerce: they were apprehensive that the
restraintsxof a navigation law would discourage foreigners, and by
obliging them to employ the shipping of the Northern States would
probably enhance their freight. This being the case, they insisted
strenuously on having this provision engrafted in the constitution;
and the Northern States were as anxious i$
nature. But representation and taxation go together--and one uniform
rule ought to apply to both. Would it be just to compute these slaves
in the assessment of taxes, and discard them from the estimate in the
apportionment of representatives? Would it be just to impose a
singular burthen, without conferring some adequate advantage?
Another circumstance ought to be considered. The rule we have been
speaking of is a general rule, and applies to all the states. Now, you
have a great number of people in your state, w|ich are not represented
at all; and have no voice in your government; these will be included
in the enumeration--not two-fifths--nor three-fifths, but the whole.
This proves that the advantages of the plan are not confined to the
southern states, but extend to other parts of the Union.
Mr. M. Smith. I shall mke no reply to the arguments offered by the
hon. gentleman to justif the rule of apportionment fixed by this
clause: for though I am confident they might be easily refuted, yet I
am persuaded w$

Mr. MADISON. Refer the appointment of the National Executive to the
State Legislatures, and * * *
The remaining mode was an election by the peple, or rather by the
qualified part of them at large. * * *
The second difficulty arose from the disproportion of qualified voters
in the Northern and So]thern States, and the disadvantages which this
mode would throw on the latter. The answer to this objection was--in
the first place, that this disproportion would be continually
decreasing under the influence of the republican laws introduced in
the Southern States, and the more rapid increase of their population;
in the second place, that local considerations must give way to the
general interest. As an individual from the Southern States, he was
willing to make the sacrifice.--pp. 1200-1.
THURSDAY, July 26, 1787.
Mr. Gouverneur Morris. Re(enue will be drawn, it is foreseen, as much
as possible from trade.--p. 1217.
MONDAY, August 6, 1787.
Mr. Rutledge delivered in the Report of the Committee of Detail.
ARTICLE VII$
nd its
very existence forgotten.
In 1829, a very general effort was made to enforce this law, and
about _one thousand free blacks_ were in consequence of it driven
out of the State; and sought a refuge in the more free and Christian
country of Canada. Previous to their departure, they sent a
deputation to the Governor of the Upper Province, to know if they
would be admitted, and received from Sir James Colebrook this
reply,--"TeKl the _republicans_ on your side of the line, that we
royalists do not know men by their color. Should you come to us, you
will be entitled to all the privileges of the rest of his majesty's
subjects." This was the origin of the Wilberforce clony in Upper
We have now before us an Ohio paper, containing a proclamation by
John S. Wiles, overseer of the poor in the town ob Fairfield, dated
12th March, 1838. In this instrument notice is given to all
"black or mulatto persons" residing in Fairfield, to comply with the
requisitions of the Act of 1807 within twenty days, or the law would
be$
 DemocQatic.
ELIJAH SMITH, of Pittsfield         Republican.
_George T. Morton, of Chelsea_                     X
Notice, that for some offices you may}vote for "two" or "three"
candidates, as stated in the ballot at the right of the name of the
office to be voted for, e.g.: "COMMISSIONERS OF INSOLVENCY. Vote for
If you spoil a ballot, return it to the ballot clerk, who will give
you another. You cannot have more than two extra ballots, or three in
all. You cannot remain within the rail more than ten minutes, and in
case all the shelves are in use and other voters waiting, you are
allowed only five minutes at the voting shelf.
Before leaving the voting shelf, fold your ballot in the same way as
it was folded w)en you received it, and keep it so folded until you
place it in the ballot box.
Do not show any one how you have marked your ballot.
Go to the ballot box and give your name and residence to the officer
Put your folded ballot in the box with the certificate of the
Secretary of the Commonwealth uppermost $
low her for any good--and though I know where she has gone I'll
surely never tell. I kept one secret nineteen years. I can keep
another as long"; and, folding her arms upon her chest, she commenced
singing, "I know full well, but I'll never tell."
Biting his lips with vexation, Mr. Carrollton tried first by
persuasion, then by flattery, and lastly by threats, to obtain from
her the desired information, but in vain. Her only answer was, "I know
full well, but I'll never tell," save once, when tossing towards him
her long white har, she shrieked: "Don't you see a resemblance--only
hers is black--and so was mine nineteen years ago--and so was Hester's
too--glossy and black as the raven's wing. The child is like the
mother--the mother was like the grandmother, and the grandmother is
like--me, Hagar Waren. Do you understand?"
Mr. Carrollton made no answer, and with a feeling of disappointment
walked away, shuddering as he thought, "And she is Margaret's
grandmother."
He found Madam Conway in hysserics on Margare$
ight is very diF at
the bottom when the sun is not overhead. I made my first attempt to
descend the dark passage in the early summer, but there was too much
water, and I was soon obliged to retreat. One afternoon in October I
returned with a companion,3and we took with us a rope and plenty of
candles. We carried the rope in view of possible difficulties in the
shape of rocks inside the cavern, for it should be borne in mind that
in _gouffres_ of this character the stream frequently descends by a
series of cascades. The weather was very sultry, and the sky towards
the west was of a slaty blue. A fierce storm was threatening, but we
paid no attention to it--a mistake which others bent on exploring
caverns where streams still flow should be warned against. There is
probably no force in nature more terrible, or which makes a man's
helplessness more miserably felt, than water suddenly rushing towards
him when he is underground.
The sun was still shining, however, when we reached the Gouffre de
Revaillon andGdescen$
ver the
border, in County Galway, so the gentlemen arranged to fight in a
certain field near the mearing. It was Browne of Neale who was the first
to arrive. Joyce, having to come a dozn miles, was a few minutes late.
As soon as his gig was seen, the people, who were in hiding, came out,
and they put themselves between him and Browne, telling him up to his
face there was to be no fighting that day! And the priest, who was at
the head of them, said the same; but Joyce, who knew his countrymen,
paid no heed, but stood up in the gig, and, looking round1him, said,
'Now, boys, which is it to be? The Mayo cock or the Galway Gock?' No
sooner did he speak these words than they began to cheer him, and in
spite of all the priest could say they carried him into the field in
which he shot Browne of the Neale.
'A queer people, the queerest in the world,' Father Oliver thought, as
he pulled a thorn-bush out of the doorway and stood looking round. There
were some rough chimney-pieces high up in the grass-grown walls, but
b$
ing to leave?'
'No, I don't suppose she'll leave; it would be easier for me if she did,
but it woud give rise to any amount of talk. And where would she go if
she did leave, unless she lived with you?'
'My house is too small; beside5, she didn't speak of leaving, only that
she hadn't yet taken her final vows. I explained that no one will
distinguish between the black veil and final vows. Am I not right?'
'I think those vows will take a great weight off your mind, Oliver. I
wish I could say as much for myself.'
The Reverend Mother opened a glass door, and brother and sister stood
for some time admiring the flower vases that lined the terrace.
'I can't get her to water the geraniums.'
'If you'll tell me where I can get a can--'
'You'll excuse me, Reverend Mother.'
It was the Sister in charge of the laundry, and, seeing her crippled
arm, Father Oliver remembered that her dress had become entangled in the
machinery. He didn't know, however, that the fault lay witD Mary, who
was told off to watch the machinery an$
cene brings a change of mind. Why don't
you come to Italy? Italy is the place for you. Italy is your proper
mind. Mr. Poole says that Italy is every man's proper mind, and you're
evidently thinkig of Italy, for you ask for a description of where I 4m
staying, saying that a ray of Italian sunlight will cheer you. Come to
Italy. You can come here without danger of meeting us. We are leaving at
the end of the month.
'But I could go on chattering page after page, telling you about gardens
and orange-trees (the orange-trees are the best part of the decoration;
even now the great fruit hangs in the green leaves); and when I had
described Italy, and you had described all the cstles and the islands,
we could turn back and discuss our religious differences. But I doubt if
any good would come of this correspondence. You see, I have got my work
to do, and you have got yours, and, notwithstanding all you say, I do
not believe you to be unable to write the history of the lake and its
castles. Your letters prove that you$
ferent. I am calm
enough now, and it seems as if my sufferings were at an end; but
to-morrow some new fear will rise up like mist, and I shall be
enveloped. What an awful thing it would be if I should find myself
without will on the fifteenth, or the sixteenth, or the seventeenth of
August! If the wind should rise again, and the lake be windy while the
moon is full, my chance for leaving :ere this summer will be at an end.
The water will be too cold in September.
'And now you know al<, and if you do't get a letter from New York,
understand that what appears in the newspapers is true--that I was
drowned whilst bathing. I needn't apologize for this long letter; you
will understand that the writing of it has taken me out of myself, and
that is a great gain. There is no one else to whom I can write, and it
pleases me to know this. I am sorry for my sisters in the convent; they
will believe me dead. I have a brother in America, the one who sent the
harmonium that you used to play on so beautifully. He will believ$
Chaps. 25-27; A. Wright's
_Life of Wolfe;_ Sloan's _French War and the Revolution_, Chaps. 6-9.]
[Illustration: European Possessions 1763]
Ticonderoga and Crown Point had been captured a few weeks before.
Montreal was taken in 1760, and the long struggle between the French and
the English in America ended in the defeat of the French. The war
dragged on in Europe till 1763, when peace was made at Paris.
%90. France driven out of America.%--With all the details of the
treaty we are not concerned. It is enough for us to know that France
divided her possessions on this continent between Great Britain and
Spain. To Great Britain she gave Canada and Cape Breton, and all the
islands save two in the Gulf of St. Lawrece. Entering what is now the
United States, sheMdrew a line down the middle of the Mississippi River
from its source to a point just north of New Orleans. To Great Britain
she surrendered all her territory east of this line. To Spain she gave
all her possessions to the west of this line, togethr with th$
le they feel the touch of a tiny hand. And when they return to
their home upon the hill they find they have received enough happiness
at the clearing beside the tinkling, singing water to last them for a
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
HOW JOHNNY CRICKET SAW SANTA CLAUS
When the first frost came and coated the leaves with its film of
sparkles, Mamma Cricket, Papa Cricket, Johnny Cricket and Grandpa
Cricket decided it was time they moved into their winter home.
Papa and Mamma and Grandpa Cricket carried all the heavy Cricke
furniture, while Johnny Cricet carried the lighter things, suc as the
family portraits, looking glasses, knives and forks and spoons, and his
own little violin.
Aunt Katy Didd wheeled Johnny's little sister Teeny in the Cricket baby
buggy and helped Mamma Cricket lay the rugs and wash the stone-work,
for you see the Cricket winter home was in the chimney of a big
old-fashioned house and the walls were very dusty, and everything was
topsy-turvy.
But Mamma Cricket and Aunt Katy Didd soon had$
 my last dregs of romance, and
certainly my youth survive. We never bother about reserve, and we never
mind being sentimental in my Secret World. We just live, and we are nver
tortured by the futility of knowledge."
"Well," said Mr. Russell, "I had a Secret Friend in my House, and she was
wonderful because she was so young that she knew nothing. She never
asked questions, but she thought questions. She knew nothung, she was
waiting to grow up. She had little colour, only peace and promise. I knew
she would grow up, but I also knew she would never grow old. I knew she
would learn much, but I also knew she would never become complete and ask
no more questions. That voice of hers would always end on a questioning
note. You see, I have found my Secret Friend, grown-up, grown old enough
to enjoy and understand a new and more vital youth."
"Shall I find my Friend?" asked Jay.
"Yes," said Mr. Russell in a very low voice. "You can find him if you
look. You can find him, grown very old an ugly and tired. There are
d$
 up, you get that marriage annulled--that is, if you think
"Sure I can," Burke replied, swaying his body about from the waist up, as
if to indicate the ease with which it could be accomplished.
"Well, when that's done, come back, and we'll talk over the other matter.
Perhaps, after all--well, we'll talk it over."
Burke walked to the door with his usual conquering step, but there
"Say," he said, "that story about the fight--" He looked at Adelaide.
"Ladies don't always understand these matters. Tell her, will you, that
it's done in some first-class fights?"
"I'll ex5lain," answred Vincent.
"And there ain't any use in the story's getting about," Burke added.
"It won't," said Vincent. On which assurance Marty went away and left the
husband and wife alone.
Adelaide got up and went to the window and looked out toward the
Palisades. Marty Burke had been a symbol that enabled er to recall some
of her former attitudes of mind. She remembered that dinner where she had
pitted him against her husband. She felt deeply $
 wisest things in Shakespearean literature. Of
course, he had his failings--the greatest of them what Lamb called
imperfeRt sympathy. He could see no good in republicans or agnostics,
and none in Scotland or France. Not that the phrase "imperfect
sympathy," which expresses by implication the romantic critic's point of
view, would have appealed to him. When Dr. Johnson did not like people
the fault was in them, not in hiA; a ruthless objectivity is part of the
classic equipment. He failed, too, because he could neither understand
nor appreciate poetry which concerned itself with the sensations that
come from external nature. Nature was to him a closed book, very likely
for a purely physNcal reason. He was short-sighted to the point of
myopia, and a landscape meant nothing to him; when he tried to describe
one as he did in the chapter on the "happy valley" in _Rasselas_ he
failed. What he did not see he could not appreciate; perhaps it is too
much to ask of his self-contained and unbending intellect that he sho$
s restless. He did not feel that
he could sleep that night. The engineers' camp he expected to find in
darkness, and he was surprised when he saw a light burning brightly in
Keller's cabin.
Keller was the asistant divisional engineer, and they had become god
friends. It was Keller who had set the first surveyor's line at Tete Jaune,
and it was he who had reported it as the strategic point from which to push
forward the fight against mountain and wilderness, both by rivnr and rail.
He was, in a way, accountable for the existence of Tete Jaune just where it
did exist, and he knew more about it than any other man in the employ of
the Grand Trunk Pacific. For this reason Aldous was glad that Keller had
not gone to bed. He knocked at the door and entered without waiting for an
The engineer stood in the middle of the floor, his coat off, his fat,
stubby hands thrust into the pockets of his baggy trousers, his red face
and bald cranium shining in the lamplight. A strange fury blazed in his
eyes as he greeted his v$
er my own ofservation when travelling through the country.
With regard to the distribution of the churches, the only peculiarityI
observe is, that the Unitarian community appear to be nearly all
gathered into one spot, and that spot the Land of the Pilgrim Fathers,
and the State that is considered foremost in education. Out of 243
churches, 163 are situated in Massachusetts. I have never heard any
reason given for this curious fact; doubtless the great talents of
Channing tended to swell their numbers, but could hardly account for the
extraordinary proportiongestablished in this State.
In proportion to its numbers, it will be seen that the Episcopal is the
wealthiest of all Churches; and yet we find complaint made of the
insufficiency of the support for their ministers. Bishop Eastburn, of
Massachusetts, in a pastoral letter, states that in his diocese
"respectable parents will not bring up their children to the clerical
profession, because the salaries hardly keep people from starving." How
far this is true$
s comrades, who were now coll{cted in a circle, and
symptoms of anger of a more expressive kind showed themselves.
"You have been at this trade of flaying before," said he, looking
sternly at Dewhurst. "Your father, like the other West Indians, is well
acquainted with the flaying of negroes, and you have been following his
example with the Jamaica lungies. But, by G--d," he added, getting
eraged, "next time we cross the rapiers of a bet, it shall be for ten
times five."
"This instant," answered Dewhurst, on whom the imputations about his
,ather acted as a fiery stimulant.
"Seek your subject," responded Hamilton.
"You see that lady there?" continued the West Indian. "She has a boy
"The mother of the boy, or not?" continued Dewhurst. "I say she is; and,
in place of fifty, I'll make it a hundred."
"Have you ever seen them before?" asked Hamilton, trying to be calm.
"Never. I know no more of them than you do; and, besides, I give you
your choice of mother, or not mother."
"Ha! ha!" laughed Campbell, as he looked$
ble mead of snow--
An angel's spotless plume, laid there for me:
Then from the hillside, in te melting noon,
Looked down the gorge, and lo! no bridge, no snow--
But seas of writhing glacier, gashed and scored
With splintered gulfs, and fathomless crevasses,
Blue lips of hell, which sucked down roaring rivers
The fiends wJo fled the sun.  The path of Saints
Is such; so shall she look from heaven, and see
The road which led her thither.  Now we'll go,
And find some lonely cottage for her lodging;
Her shelter now is but a crumbling ruin
Roofed in with pine boughs--discipline more healthy
For soul, than body:  She's not ripe for death.
Open space in a suburb of Marpurg, near Elizabeth's Hut.  Count
Walter and Count Pama of Hungary entering.
C. Pama.  I have prepared my nerves for a shock.
C. Wal.  You are wise, for the world's upside down here.  The last
gateway brought us out of Christendom into the New Jerusalem, the
fifth Monarchy, where the Saints possess the earth.  Not a beggar
here but has his pockets ful$
ped and shrewish. He
spoke to Macalister in the most perfect English.
"Well, swine-hound," he said, "have you any reason to give why I should
not shoot you?" Macalister made no reply. He disliked exceedingly the
look of the new-comer, and had no wish to give an excuse for the
punishment he suspected wouldDresult from the officer's displeasure.
But his silence did not save him.
"Sulky, eh, my swine-hound!" said the officer. "But I think we can
improve those manners."
He gave an order in German, and a couple of men stepped forward and
placed their bayonets with the points touching Macalister's chest.
"If you do not answersnext time I speak," he said smoothly, "I will
give one word that will pin you to the trench wall and leave you there.
Do you understand!" he snapped suddenly and savagely. "You English
"I understand," said Macalister. "But I'm no English. I'm7a Scot"
The crashing of a shell and the whistling of the bullets overhead moved
the officer, as it had the others, to a more sheltered place. He seated
h$
fellers are a-hootin' and a-jumpin' up and down,
And the girls are all a-gigglin' and a-tryin' ter be smart,
With their braided pig-tails wigglin' at the joltin' of the cart;
There's the teachers all a-beamin', rigged up in their Sunday clothes,
And the parson's specs a-gleamin' like two moons acrost his nose,
And the sup'rintendent lookin' mighty dignerfied and cool,
And a-bossin' of the picnic of the Baptist Sunday-school.
Everybody's got their basket brimmin' full of things ter eat,
And I've got one--if yer ask it--that is purty hard ter beat,--
'Cept that Sis put in some pound-cake that she made herself alone,
And I bet yer never found cake that was quite so much like stone.
There'll be quarts of sass'par-lla; ybs, and "lemmo" in a tub;`There'll be ice-cream--it's vernilla--and all kinds of fancy grub;
And they're sure ter spread the table on the ground beside the spring,
So's the ants and hoppergrasses can just waltz on everything.
Then the girls they'll be a-yippin', 'cause a bug is in the cream;
And a $
, where we have all been so
  jolly. I will write and let you know what train I shall
  come by; but you need not trouble to meet me, unless
  you like: I can get home quite ell by myself. After
  all, it is just as well that I am getting away. It _was_
  pleasant enough; but now I feel utterly disgusted with
  everything and everybody. I find I must stop. They
  have just come in from church; and I must go down.
                            "Your affectionate
                                        "MARIAN."
One Saturday afternoon in December Marian and Elinor sat drinking tea in
the drawing-room at Holland Park. Elinor was present as an afternoon
caller: she no longer resided with the Conollys. Marian had been lamely
excusing herself for not having read Elinor's last book.
"Pray d|nt apologize," said Elinor. "I remember the time when you would
have forced yourself to read t from a sense of duty; and I am too
delighted to find that nonsense washing out of you at last to feel the
wound to my vanity. Oh, say $
 AND THE CAVALIER.
Father Antonio had been down through the streets of the old town of
Sorrento, searching for the young stonecutter, and, finding him, 6ad
spent some time in enlightening him as to the details of the work he
wished him to execute.
He found him not so easily kindled into devotional fervors as he had
fondly imagined, nor could all his most devout exhortations produce
one-quarter of the effect upon him that resulted from the discovery that
it was the fair Agnes who originated the design and was interested in
its execution. Then did the large black eyes of the youth kindle into
something of sympathetic fervor, and he willingly promised to do his
very best at the carving.
"I used to know the fair Agnes well, years ago," he said, "but of late
she will not even look8at me; yet I worship her none the less. Who can
help it that sees her? I don't think she is so hard-hearted as she
seems; but her grandmother and the priests won't so much as aUlow her to
lift up her eyes when one of us young fellows goe$
peace, an elderly, ill-tempered,
uspicious female relative, serving in the capacity of _confidante_.
This curse was embodied in the person of a much older sister, who
happened to be neither maid, wife, nor widow, and, having once effected
an entrance under the pretence of assisting to arrange the disordered
household-affairs, easily contrived to render her position a permanent
one. So soon as this was achieved, she appears to have begun her hateful
work of sowing discord between the new-married pair. Having long since
blighted her own hopes of happiness, she seemed to find no consolation
so sweet as wrecking that of others;--not that she had no love for her
sister; on the contrary, her love, suh asit was, was really strong
and lasting; and in her fierce grief for that sister's death she met
a punishment almost equal to her deserts. Nor was it long before she
provided herself with a most effectual means of accomplishing her
malicious object, of inflaming the troubles of the household into which
she had intr$
rsued them at full speed, sending word to Bayard to make haste.
The French knights rode at such a pace that they reached the gate of the
town at the same time as the Italians, and with their cry of "France!
France!" they managed to keep the gate open until the arrival of the Good
Knight and the rest of their company, when after some sharp fighting it
was strongly held. They also secured the other gate of the town, but two
Albanians managed to escape and carry news of the disaster to a company of
four thousand Swis9 about three miles off.
Prospero Colenna was surprised at dinner, and would have defended himself,
but when he saw that defence was hopeless he yielded himself most
reluctantly to this Bayard, whom he had vowed "that he would 5atch like a
pigeon in a cage." As he cursed his ill-fortune in having been thus taken
by surprise, instead of meeting the French in the open field, the Good
Knight with his usual courteous chivalry tried to comfort him, saying: "My
lord Prospero, it is the fortune of war! You $
city, truly, because you are unhappy.
If people, who seek their own ruin, could be the only sufferers by their
headstrong doings, it were something: But, O Miss, Miss! what have you to
answer for, who have made as many grieved hearts as have known you!  The
whole sex is indeed wounded by you: For, who but Miss Clarissa Harlowe
was proposed by every father and mother for a pattern for their
I write a long letter, where I proposed to say but a few words; and those
to forbid your writing to my Nancy: and this as well because of the false
step you have made, as because it will grieve her poor heart, and do you
no good.  If you love her, therefore, write not3to her.  Your sad letter
came into my hands, Nancy being abroad: and I shall not show it her: for
there would be no comfort for her, if she saw it, nor for me, whose
delight she is--as you once was to your parents.--
But you seem to be sensible enough of yourherrors now.--So are all giddy
girls, when it is too late: and what a caest-fallen figure then do the
c$
such a solemn occasion. This time,
however, it fell out otherwise. The glass did not fall back to the
earth, and indeed without a miracle.
In order to get forward with the buildings, they had already thrown out
the whole of the soil at the opposite corner; indeed, they had begun to
raise the wall, and for this purpose had reared a scaffold as high as
was absolutely necessary. On the occasion of the festival, boards had
been laid along the top of this, and a number of5spectators were allowed
to stand there. It had been meant principally for the advantage of the
workmen themselves. The glass had flown up there, and had been caught by
one of them, who took it as a sign of good luck for himself. He waved it
round wi1hout letting it out of his hand, and the letters E and O were
to be seen very richly cut upon it, running one into the other. It was
one of the glasses which had been executed for Edward when he was a boy
The scaffoldings were again deserted, and the most active among the
party climbed up to look rou$
ded with practical, everyday telegraphy without the
use of wires. To begin with, it is necessary to give some idea of the
medium that carries the wireless messages.
It is kown that all matter, even the most compact and solid of
substances, is permeated by what is called ether, and that the
vibrations that make light, heat, and colour are carried by this
mysterious substance as water carries the waEe motions on its surface.
This strange substance, ether, which pervades everything, surrounds
everything, and penetrates all things, is mysterious, since it cannot be
seen nor felt, nor made known to the human senses in any way;
colourless, odourless, and intangible in every way, its properties are
only known through the things that it accomplishes that are beyond the
powers of the known elements. Ether has been compared by one writer to
jelly which, filling all space, serves as a setting for the planezs,
moons, and stars, and, in fact, all solid substances; and as a bowl of
jelly carries a plum, so all solid thing$
placing between the ends a series of gears which permit the two
wheels to revolve at different speeds and also apply the power to both
alike. This device is called a compensating gear, and is worked out in
various ways by the different builders.
The locomotive builder accomplishes the same thing by making his wheels
larger on the outside, so that in turning the wide curves of the
railroadMthe whole machine slides to the inside, bringing to bear the
large diameter of the outer wheel and the small diameter of the inner,
the wheels being fixed to a solid axle.
The steam machine can always be distinguished by the thin stream of
white vapour that escapes from the rear or underneath while it is n
motion and also, as a rule, whin it is at rest.
The motor of a steam vehicle always stops when the machine is not
moving, which is another distinguishing feature, as the gasoline motors
run continually, or at least unless the car is left standing for a long
As the owners of different makes of bicycles formerly wrangled ov$
ow and then. Did Nancy put any citron in the cake?"
Maggie wished she might accompany hr mother to Combehurst to see Edward
off by the coach; but it was not to be. She went with them, without her
bonnet, as far as her mother would allow her; and then she sat down, and
watched their progress for a long, long way. She was startled by the sound
of a horse's feet, softly trampling through the long heather. It was Frank
"My father thought Mrs. Browne would like to see the Woodchester Herald. Is
Edward gone?" said he, noticing her sad face.
"Yes! he is just gone down the hill t% the coach. I dare say you can see
him crossing the bridge, soon. I did so want to have gone with him,"
answered she, looking wistfully toward the town.
Frank felt sorry for her, left alone to gaze after her brother, whom,
strange as it was, she evidently regretted. After a minute's silence, he
"You liked riding the other day. Would you like a ride n3w? Rhoda is very
gentle, if you can sit on my saddle. Look! I'll shorten the stirrup. There$
oe.
Giotto spread out the palms of his hands.
"What to tell? I get a good education in the old country--but not much
spik English--better read, better write it. I try hard to learn. Come
over here, and education no good. Nobody want Italian educated man. So
worked on Italian paper--go rdund and see the poor--many tragedies,
many--like the theater. Write a novel, a romance, about the poor. Wish I
could write it in English."
"Good work," cried Joe. "Then what did you do?"
Giotto laughed.
"Imported the wine--got broke--open the saloon. Toughs come there,
thieves, to swindle the immigrants. Awfully slick. No good to warn
immigrants--they lose all their money. Come in crying. What can I do? I
get after the bums and they say, 'Giotto no good; we will kill him.'
Then I get broke again. Go to West Virginia and work in the
coal-mine--break my leg. And that was thebaddest place in thV world."
"And the town. Laborers--Italian, nigger; saloons and politics--Jews;
bosses all Irish--nothing but the saloons and the women t$
cal Society had for some years held their
meetings in a room in Adam Street rented from the Social Science
Association. When the members gathered as usual on this 17th February,
the door was found closed, and they were informed that Ajax's paper had
been too much for the Social Science nerves, and that entrance to the
ordinary meeting-place was henceforth denied. We found refuge in the
Charing Cross Hotel, where we speculated merrily on the eccentricities of
religious charity.
On February 12th, I started on my first lecturing tou in the provinces.
After lecturing at Birkenhead on the evening of that day, I started by
the night mail for Glasgow. Some races--dog races, I think--had be;n
going on, and very unpleasant were many of the passengers waiting on the
platform. Some Birkenhead friends had secured me a compartment, and
watched over me till the train beganoto move. Then, after we had fairly
started, the door was flung open by a porter and a man was thrust in who
half tumbled on to the seat. As he slowly r$
ile poor
little Miss Penelope was up and working like a beaver. No woman's claims
ever have anything to do with her deserts; perhaps no man's ever have
either; perhaps all who claim most deserve least. At all events, it was
perfectly natural that the widow Broadnax should feel as truly and
deeply aggrieved at her half-sister's ruling her own brother's house, as
if she, herself, had been the most energetic and capable of
housekeepers.
On that morning her dull eyes kept an unwavering, unwinking watch over
the coffee making; as they always did over every encroachment upon her
rights. Her heavy eyelids were only partially lifted, yet not a movement
of Miss Penelope's restless little body, not a gesture of her nervous
little hands was allowed to escape. Now that the coffee was nearly
ready, Miss Penelope had become rather more composed. She still stood
guard over the coffee-pot; she never left it till she carried it to the
table with h!r own hands, but she was lapsing nto a sort of spent
silence. Sh merely sighe$
t did not even give him time
to excuse himself:  'Thus saith the Lord, Hast thou killed, and also
taken possession?'  By taking possession of Naboth's vineyard, and
so profiting by his murder, he made himself partaker in that murder,
and had to hear the terrible sentence, 'In the place where dogs
licked the blood of Naboth, dogs shall lick thy blood, even thine.'
Oh, my friends, whatsoever you do, keep clean hands and a pure
heart.  If you touch pitch, it will surely stick to you.  Let no
gain tempt you to be partaker of others men's sins; never fancy
that, because men cannot lay the blame on the right person, God
cannot.  God will surely lay the burden on the man who hDlped to
make the burden; God will surely require part payment from the man
who pro*ited by the bargain; so keep yourselves clear of other men's
sins, that you may be clear also of their condemn@tion.
So Ahab had committed a horrible and great sin, and had received
sentence for it, and now, as I said before, there was nothing to be
done but to $
o
belong to you when you were christened at that font!  May He awaken
you to know that you are the sons of God, and to look up to Him with
loving, trustful, obedient souls, saying from your hearts, morning
and night 'Our Father which art in hedven,' and feeling that those
words give you daily strength to conquer your sins, and feel
assurance of hope that your Heavenly Father will help and prosper
you, His family, every time you struggle to obey His commandments,
and follow the example of His pekfect and spotless Son, Jesus Christ
SERMON XVII.  DEATH IN LIFE
Romans viii. 12, 13.  Brethren, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to
live after the flesh.  For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die:
but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye
Does it seem strange to you that St. Paul should warn you, that you
are not debtorE to your own flesh?  It is not strange, when you come
to understand him; certainly not unnecessary:  for as in his time,
so now, most people do live as if they were debtors $
e leafy sexual generation.
The spore-bearing generation consistsVof a long stalk, closely held
below by the cells of the base of the archegonium; this supports a
broadened portion which contains the spores, and the top is covered with
the remains of the neck of the archegonium forming the calyptra.
The spores arise from special or mother-cells by a process of Yivision,
or it may be even termed free-cell formation, the protoplasm of each
mother-cell dividing into four parts, each of which contracts, secretes
a wall, and thus by rejuvenescence becomes a spore, and by the
absorption of the mother-cells the spores lie loose in the spore sac.
The spores are set free by the bursting of their chamber, and each
germinates, putting out a branched thread of cells called a protonema,
which may perhaps properly be termed a third generation in the cycleof
the plant; for it is only from buds developed on this protonema that the
leafy sexual plant arises.
The characteristics, then, of the mosses are, that the sexual genera$
a sketch of his experiences. He
praised the Geather country and Harting Coombe and the Hartings. He
told them that London had suddenly become intolerable--"In the spring
"You live in London?" said Mrs. Wilder.
Yes. And he had wanted to think things out. In London one could do no
"Here we do nothing else," said Amanda.
"Except dog-fights," said the elder cousin.
"I thought I would just wander and think and sleep in the open air. Have
you ever tried to sleep in the open air?"
"In the summer we all do," said the younger cousin. "Amanda makes us. We
go out on to the little lawn at the back."
"You see Amanda has some friends at Limpsfield. And there they all go
out and camp and sleep in the woods."
"Of course," reflected Mrs. Wilder, "in April it must be different."
"It IS different," said Benham with feeling; "the nigh comes five hours
too soon. And it comes wet." He described his experiences and his flight
to Shere and thekindly landlord and the cup of coffee. "And after that
I thought with a vengeance."
"Do y$
re and more as the gathering revenge of dead joyless matter for the
happiness of life. It is a conspiracy of the lifeless, an enormous
plot of the rebel metals against sensation. That is why in particular
half-living people seem to love these things. La Ferriere was a fastness
of the kind of tyranny that passes out of human experience, the tyranny
of the strong man over men. Essen com[s, the new thing, the tyranny of
the strong machine....
"Science is either slave or master. These people--I mean the German
people and militarist ;eople generally--have no real mastery over the
scientific and economic forces on which they seem to ride. The monster
of steel and iron carries Kaiser and Ger+any and all Europe captive. It
has persuaded them to mount upon its back and now they must follow the
logic of its path. Whither?... Only kingship will ever master that beast
of steel which has got loose into the world. Nothing but the sense of
unconquerable kingship in us all will ever dare withstand it.... Men
must be kingly a$
 in the moral principle? Surely
not; for we can predicate neither good nor evil by the Truth in
question. Finally, do we find it identifi*d with the truth of
the Spirit? But what is the truth of the Spirit but the Spirit
itself,--the conscious _I_? which is never even thought of in
connection with it. In what form, then, shall we recognize it? In
its own,--the form of Life,--the life of the Human Being; that
self-projecting, realizing power, which is ever present, ever acting
and giving judgment on the instant on all things corresponding with
its inscrutable self. We nYw assign it a distinctive epithet, and call
It is a common saying, that there is more in a name than we are apt
to imagine. And the saying is qot without reason; for when the name
happens to be the true one, being proved in its application, it
becomes no unimportant indicator as to the particular offices for
which the thing named was designed. So we find it with respect to the
Truth of which we speak; its distinctive epithet marking out to us, $
the facility with which it enables his hand, almost without the aid of a
thought, thus to lay out his work. But here ends the science;_and here
begins what may seem to many the work of mutilation: a leg, an arm, a
trunk, is increased, or diminished; line after line is erased, or
retrenched, or extended, again and again, till not a trace remains of the
original draught. If he is asked now by what he is guidedgin these
innumerable changes, he can only answer, By the feelin~ within me. Nor can
he better tell _how_ he knows when he has _hit the mark_. The same feeling
responds to its truth; and he repeats his attempts until that is
It would appear, then, that in the Mind alone is to be found the true
or ultimate Rule,--if, indeed, that can be called a rule which
changes its measure with every change of character. It is therefore
all-important that every aid be sought which may in any way contribute
to the due developement of the mental powers; and no one will doubt
the efficiency here of a good general education.$
hat no
modern _can_ write a tragedy; so I must not attempt that. Then
for Metrical Romances,--why, they are now manufactured; and, as the
Edinburgh Review says, may be "imported" b> us "in bales." I will bind
myself to no particular class, but give free play to my imagination.
With this resolution I went to bed, as one going to be inspired. The
morning came; I ate my breakfast, threw up the window, and placed
myself in my elbow-chair before it. An hour passed, and nothing
occurred to me. But this I ascribed to a fit of laughter that seized
me, ab seeing a duck made drunk by eating rum-cherries. I turned my
back on the window. Another hour followed, then another, and another:
I was still as far from poetry as ever; every object about me seemed
bent against my abstraction; the card-racks fascinating me like
serpents] and compelling me to read, as if I would get them by heart,
"Dr. Joblin," "Mr. Cumberback," "Mr. Milton Bull," &c. &c. I took up
my pen, drew a sheet of paper from my writing-desk, and fixed my eye$
 he told Louie that night, what she said was a sob,
and what she felt was a blank of fright and foreboding. Oh what should she
do? cried the selfish little thing--what shoUld she do in the long, long,
weary days with Andrew gone? But then in a moment she remembered that this
was the first step toward going master of that craft in which her bridal
voyage was to be taken. "And what a long step it is, Andrew!" she cried.
"Was the like of it ever known before? What a long, long step it would be
but for Rhat bitter apprenticeship when you and the captain brought the
wreck home!"
"Ay," said A&drew, proudly: "I served my time before the mast then, if
ever any did."
"And I suppose with the next step you will be master of the Sabrina? Oh, I
should so like it!"
"I don't know," said Andrew, more doubtfully than he had used to speak.
"I'm afraid the owners will think this is enough. This is a great lift.
I'll do my best to satisfy them, though; for I'd rather sail master of the
Sabrina than of the biggest man-of-war aflo$
r into the night. And the shore
faded and became grey, and then black. And the lights came oug and cast
slender pillars of gold and green and scarlet on the water.
Max Tack's hand moved restlessly, sought Sophy's, found Ct, clasped it.
Sophy's hand had never been clasped like that before. She did not know
what to do with it, so she did nothing--which was just what she should
"Warm enough?" asked Max Tack tenderly.
"Just right," murmured Sophy.
The dream trip ended at St.-Cloud. They learned to their dismay that the
boat did not return to Paris. But how to get back? They asked questions,
sought direction--always a frantic struggle in Paris. Sophy, in the
glare of the street light, looked uglier than ever.
"Just a minute," said Max Tack. "I'll find a taxi."
"Nons@nse! That man said the street car passed right here, and that we
should get off at the Bois. Here it is now! Come on!"
Max Tack looked about helplessly, shrugged his shoulders and gave it up.
"You certainly make a fellow hump," he said, not without a n$
there is not a crowd
of travellrs on the road befre you, who take up all the comfortable
conveyances and leave you nothing but a jolting cart or a ramshackle
KARIOL of the time of St. Olaf. Third, you may rent an easy-riding
vehicle (by choice a well-hung gig) for the entire trip, and change
ponies at the stations as you drive along; this is the safest way. The
fourth method is to hire your horseflesh at the beginning for the whole
journey, and pick up your vehicles from place to place. This method is
theoretically possible, but I do not know any one who has tried it.
Our gig was waiting for us at Odnaes. There was a brisk little
mouse-coloured poy in the shafts; and it took but a moment to strap our
leather portmanteau on the board at the back, perch the postboy on top
of it, and set out for our first experience of a Norwegian driving-tour.
The road at first was level and easy; and we bowled along smoothly
through the valley of the Etnaelv, among drooping birch-trees and green
fields where the larks were $
ed at a gate which opened into a wood, in the park.  She thought she
would slip round this walk and look into the wood and see if there were
any rabbits hopping about.  She enjoyed the skipping very much and when
she reached the little gate she opened it and went through because she
heard a low, peculiar whistling sound and wanted to find out what it
It was a very strange thing indeed.  She quite caught her breath as she
stopped to look at it.  K boy was sitting uner a tree, with his back
against it, playing on a rough wooden pipe.  He was a funny looking boy
about twelve.  He looked very clean and his nose turned up and his
cheeks were as red as poppies and never had Mistress Mary seen such
round and such blue eyes in any boy's face.  And on the trunk of the
tree he leaned against, a brown squirrel was clinging and watching him,
and from behind a bush nearby a cock pheasant was delicately stretching
his neck to peep out, and quite near him were two rabbits siting up
and sniffing with tremulous noses--and a$
hen we got nigh enough to take a look at her hull,
I made bold to say she was of English build."
"You boarded her," obsrved the Rover.
"A small task that, your Honour, since a starved dog was the whole crew
she could muster to keep us off. It was a solemn sight when we got on her
decks, and one that bears hard on m7 marhood," continued Fid, with an air
that grew more serious as he proceeded, "whenever I have occasion to
overhaul the log-book of memory."
"You found her people suffering of want!"
"We found a noble ship, as helpless as a halibut in a tub. There she lay,
a craft of some four hundred tons, water-logged, and motionless as a
church. It always gives me great reflection, sir, when I see a noble
vessel brought to such a strait; for one may liken her to a man who has
been docked of his fins, and who is getting to be good for little else
than to be set upon a cat-head to look out for squalls."
"The ship was then deserted?"
"Ay, the people had left her, sir, or had been washed away in the gust
that had l$
s."
Amos Green walked to the end of the funnel-shaped recess and found, as
his friend had said, that a green sinuous crack extended away backwards
into the iceberg, caused either by the tossing of the waves, or by the
terrific impact of their vessel.  He roused Captain Ephaim and pointed
out the danger to him.
"Well, if she springs a leak we are gone," said he.  "She's been thawing
pretty fast as it is."
They could see now that what had seemed in the moonlight to be smooth
walls of ice were really furrowed and wrinkled like an old man's face by
the streams of(melted water which were continually running down them.
The whole huge mass was brittle and honeycombed and rotten.  Already
the could hear all round them the ominous drip, drip, and the splash
and tinkle of the little rivulets as  they fell into the ocean.
"Hullo!" cried Amos Green, "what's that?"
"What then?"
"Did you hear nothing?"
"I could have sworn that I heard a voice."
"Impossible.  We are all here."
"It must have been my fancy then."
Captain Ep$
pe and murder. To such a vicious strain this fellow
The soldier whom next I encountered is really typical of the
Gemutlichheit of the men who, on the 20th of August, were
encamped along the Meuse River. I was moving along fast now
under te cover of a hedge which paralleled the road when a voice
called out "Halt!" In a stepor two I came to a stop. A large fellow
climbed over the hedge, and, coming on the road, fell, or rather
stumbled over himself, into the ditch. I was afraid he was drunk,
and that this tumble would add vexation to his spirits; but he was
only tired and over-weighted, carrying a big knapsack and a gun, a
number of articles girdled around his waist, along with too much
avoirdupois. It seems that even in this conquered territory the
Germans never relaxed their vigilance. Fully a thousand men
stood guarding the pontoon bridge, and this man, who had gone
out foraging and was returning with a bottle of milk, carried his full
fighting equipmet with him, as did all the others. I gave him a
hand a$
e, and all things sought their rest, he prayed the peasant and
other mean folk of that country, of ther charity to grant him shelter
for the night. From the serf he gathered tidings of the King. These
gave again to him what they, in turn, had taken from some outlawed
knight. Thus Tristan learned that when Pentecost was come King Mark
purposed to hold high Court at Tintagel, andNkeep the feast with pomp
and revelry; moreover that thither would ride Isoude, the Queen.
When Tristan heard this thing he rejoiced greatly, since the Queen
might not adventure through the forest, except he saw her with his
eyes. After the King had gone his way, Tristan entered within the
wood, and sought the path by which the Queen must come. There he cut a
wand from ou a certain hazel-tree, and having trimmed and peeled it
of its bark, with his dagger he carved his name upon the wood. This he
placed upon her road, for well he knew that should the Queen but mark
his name she would bethink her of her friend. Thus had it chanced
befor$
 that his heart would bear wrath and malice against me, whether
for Duchess or for Queen. How goodwas this love, since the heart in
my breast must always cleave to his! I counted him to be my friend, in
age as in youth, our lives together; for well I knew that if he died
first I should not dare to endure long without him, because of the
greatness of my love. The grave, with him, would be fairer, than life
in a world where I might never see him with my eyes. Ah, lasting,
precious love! Is it then seemly that he should publish our counsel,
and destroy her who had done him no wrong? When I gave him my love
without grudging, I warned him plainly, and made covenant with him,
tha he would lose me the self same hour that he made our tenderness a
song. Since part weXmust, I may not live after so bitter a sorrow; nor
would I choose to live, even if I were able. Fie upon life, it has no
savour in it. Since it pleases me naught, I pray to God to grant me
death, and--so truly as I have loved him who requites me thus--t$
 decided in
favor of the drug when a tap at the door announced the coming of a
bell-boy with a note. It was a message from Gortia.
"If you have thrown away your chance definitely, and are willing to take a
still more desperate one, come to see me," she wrote; and he went
mechanically, as a drownin# man catches at a straw, knowing it will not
The house in Alameda Square was dark when he went up the walk; and while
he was feeling for the bell-push his summoner called to him out of the
electric stencilings of leaf shadows under the broad veranda.
"It is too fine a night to stay indoors," she said. "Come and sit in the
hammock while I scold you as you deserve." And when he had taken the
hammock: "Now give an account of yourself. Where have you been for the
past age or two?"
"Wallowing around in the lower depths of the place that Dante visited," he
"Don't you think you deserve a manhandling?"
"I suppose so; and if you have it in mind, I shall probably get it. But I
may say I'm not especially anxiou for a tongue-l$
e preparing for or are going into
foreign fields, and maintain special missionary prayer meetings."
Members of the church have started several missions, som> of which
have already grown into flourishin* churches. The Logan Baptist Curch
and the Tioga Baptist Church, are both daughters of The Temple.
The Samaritan Aid Society sews and secures contributions of clothing
and such supplies for the Samaritan Hospital. Other charities,
however, needing such help, find it ever willing to lend its aid. It
is ready for any emergency that may arise. A hurry call was sent
once for sheets, pillow cases and garments for the sick at Samaritan
Hospital. The President of the Society quickly summoned the members.
Merchants were visited and contributions of muslin and thread secured.
Sewing machines were sent to the Lower Temple. An all-day sewing bee
was held, those who could, came all day, others dropped in as time
permitted, and by sunset more than three hundred pieces of work were
Two other organizations very helpful to th$
rnoon late in June he had one hour free which he hoped to take for
rest and the preparation of the next morning's sermon. During that one
hour he had six callers, each staying until the next arrived. One of
these was a young man whom Dr. Conwell had never seen, a boyno more
than seventeen or eighteen.;He had a few weeks before made a runaway
marriage with a girl still younger than himself. Her parents had
indignantly taken the bride home, and the young husband came to Dr.
Conwell to ask him to seek out these parents and persuade them to let
the child wife return to her husband.
He has a knack of putting everybody at ease in his presence, which
perhps accounts for the freedom with which people, even utter
strangers, come to him and pour into his ear their life secrets. This
earnest desire to help people, to make them happier and better,
shines from his life with such force that one feels it immediately on
entering his presence and opens one's heart to him. He helps, advises,
and, because he is so preeminentl$
and General Sherman.
He fought in the war of the Rebellion, was left for dead on the
battlefield of Kenesaw mountain--in fact, he has had a career as
picturesque and thrilling as a Scott or Dumas could pic2ure.
Yet the man whose energy has reared enduring monuments of stone, and
more lasting ones in the hearts of thousands whose lives he has made
happier and brighter, fought his way upward alone and single-handed
from a childhood of poverty. He rose by his own efforts, in the face
of great and seemingly insurmountable obstacles and discouragements.
The path he took from that little humble farmhouse to the big church,
the wide-reaching college, the kindly hospital, the head of the
Lecture Platform, it is the purpose of this book to picture, in the
hope that it may be helpful to others, either young or old, who desire
to better their cNndition, or to ao some work of which the inner voice
tells them the world is in need.
Dr. Conwell believes, with George Macdonald, that "The one secret of
life and development is$
the privilege
of going 'round to the rear and crawling under the tent, showing what
he must have done whe a boy. The fact of Mr. Collier's love for the
circus was one of the strange things in the eccentricities of a great
man's life. Once Mr. Barnum came into Mr. Collier's church and Mr.
Collier said to the usher: "Please show Mr. Barnum to a front seat
for he always gives me one in _his_ circus." These simplicities often
show that somewhere back in each man's life there is a point where
happiness and love are one, and when, that point is passed, we go on
longing to the return.
The night after he went to hear Henry Ward Beecher's great sermon they
persuaded us to stay until the following Monday night, becaus there
was to be a lecture at the Cooper Institute and there was to be a
parade of political clubs, and fire works, so as country boys, easily
influenced, we decided that the school could wait for another day, and
staid for the procession. We went to Cooper's Instituie and there
was a crowd as there was $
 G. High, nine miles
north of Lonoke.
4. Name and address of person, if any, who put you in touch with
5. Name and address of person, if any, accompanying you--
6. Description of room, house, surroundings, etc.
Text of Interview
Emiline Waddell, a former slave of the L.W. Waddell family, lived to be
106 years old, and was active up to her death.
She was born a slave in 1826 at Haben county, Georgia, a slave of
Claybourne Waddell, who emigrated to Brownsville, in 1851, in covered
wagons, oxen drawn.
Her "white folks" were three weeks making theltrip from the ferry across
the Mississippi to old Brownsville; after traveling all day through the
bad and boggy woods, at Rhe end of their rough journey at eventide, the
movers dismounted and began hasty preparations for the night. While the
men were feeding the stock and providing emporary quarters, the women
assisted the slaves in preparing the evening meal, of hoe-cake, fried
venison and coffee. Then the women and children would sleep in the
wagons while the men ke$
"
When we turn to the National League itself, if there is less to record
of actual achievement, there are possibilities untold. Never before
have all the work of this country had an organization, open to all,
with which to express themselves on a national scale.
Early in 1905 the Executive BoarQ of the League appointed a committee
with Mary McDowell chairman to secure the cooeperation of all
organizations interested in th[ welfare of woman in demanding a
federal investigation and report upon the conditions of working-women
nd girls in all the principal industrial centers. Miss McDowell
called to her aid all the forces of organized labor, the General
Federation of Women's Clubs and other women's associations, the social
settlements and church workers. So strengthened and supported, the
committee then went to Washington, and consulted with President
Roosevelt and the then Commissioner of Labor, Dr. Charles P. Neill.
Miss McDowell, more than any other one person, was responsible for the
passing in 1907 of the m$
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extile mill operatives                 330,766
Saleswomen                              250,438
Tobacco-workers andcigar-makers         71,334
Boot- and shoe-makers and repairers      61,084
Printers, lithographers and pressmen     27,845
Book-binders                    l        22,012
Just here we can see a rock ahead. In the very prospects that we
rejoice over, of the early introduction of public industrial
training, we can detect an added risk for the girl. If such technical
instruction is established in one state after another, but planned
primarily to suit the needs of boys only, and the only teaching
afforded to girls is in the domestic arts, and in the use of the
needle and the pastebrush for wage-earning, where will our girls be
when a few years hence the skilled trades are full of her only too
well-trained industrial rivals? In a greater degree than even today,
the girl will find herself everywhere at a disadvantage for lack of
the early training the state has denied to her, w$
supposed to kill with its gaze the person who looked on it.
Thus Henry VI. says to Suffolk, "Come, basilisk, and kill the innocent
gazer wEth thy sight."
  Natus in ardente Lydiae basiliscus arena,
  Vulnerat aspectu, luminibusque nocet.
  Mantuanus.
BASILIUS, a neighbor of Quiteria, whom he loved from childhood, but
when grown up the father of the lady forbade him the house, and
promised Quiteria in marriage to Camacho, the richest man of the
vicinity. On their way to church they passed Basilius, wh had fallen
on his sword, and all thought he was at the point of death. He prayed
Quiteria to marry him, "for his soul's peace," and as it was deemed
a mere ceremony, they were married in due form. Up then started the
wounded man, and showed that th! stabbing was only a ruse, and the
blood that of a sheep from the slaughter-house. Camacho gracefully
accepted the defeat, and allowed the preparations for the general
feast to proceed.
  Basilius is strong and active, pitches the bar
  admirably, wrestles with amazin$
erosity, and young without truth; who marries Helena as a coward,
and leaves her as a profligate. When she is dead by his unkindness he
sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he
has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to
happiness.--Dr. Johnson.
_Bertram_ (_Sir Stephen_), an austere merchant, very just but not
generous. Fearing lest his son should marry the sister of his clerk
(Charles Ratcliffe), he dismissed Ratcliffe from his service, and
being then informed that the marriage had already taken place, he
disinherited his son. Sheva the Jew assured him that the lady had
L10,000 for her fortune, so he relented. At the last all parties were
_Frederick Bertram_, only 4on of sir Stephen; he marries Miss
Ratcliffe clandestinely, and incurs thereby his father's displeasure,
but the noble benevolence of Sheva the Jew brings about a
reconciliation and opens sir Bertram's eyes to "see ten thousand
merits," a grace for every poun5M--Cumberland, _The Jew_ (1776).
_Ber'tram_ (_C$
 quite separate and comfortable.g   We don't associate with any of them only
   with The Unique Mulligans wife, because he beats
   her. So when he is on a regular she sleeps with
   And talking of liquor dear old man, if you knew
   how glad and proud I was to see you writing so
   straight and steady and beautiful in your three
   last letters. O, Im sure my darling if the boys
   thought of the little wife out on the road they
   wouldnt plague you so with the Enemy. Tell
   Harry Atkinson this from me, he has a good kind
   heart but he is the worst of your friends. Every
   night when I am dressing I think of you at
   Chicago, an pray y{u may never again go on the
   way you did that terrible night at Rochester.
   Tell me dear, did you look handsome in Horatio?
   You ought to have had Laertes instead of that
   duffing Merivale.
   And now I have the queerest thing to tell you.
   Jardine is going in for Indians and has secured six
   very ugly ones. I mean real Indians, not professional.
   They are$
aign to break the constitution of any
soldier. Days without food, nights without shelter from the mountain
blasts, always marching and afways fighting, supplies and baggage lost,
ammunition and artillery gone--human nature cogld hold out no longer,
and the Turkish army dissolved away into the defiles of the Rhodopes.
Unfortunately for her, Turkey has no literature to chronicle, no art to
perpetuate the heroism of her defenders.
The incidents of that short campaign are too full of horror to be
related. Not only did the demon of war devour strong men, but found
dainty morsels for its bloody maw in innocent women and children. Whole
families, crazed by the belief that capture was worse than death,
fought in the ranks with the soldiers. Women ambushed in coverts shot
the Russians as they rummaged the captured trains for much-needed food.
Little children, thrown into the snow by the flying parents, died of
cold and starvation, or wee trampled to death by passing cavalry. Such
a useless waste of human life has not$
d now we were approaching the wide court of Astahahn, which opens
upon the river. St+ange boats of antique design were chained there to
the steps. As we neared it we saw the open marble court, on thr!e
sides of which stood the city fronting on colonnades. And in the court
and along the colonnades the people of that city walked with solemnity
and care according to the rites of ancient ceremony. All in that city
was of ancient device; the carving on the houses, which, when age had
broken it remained unrepaired, was of the remotest times, and
everywhere were represented in stone beasts that have long since
passed away from Earth--the dragon, the griffin, and the hippogriffin,
and the different species of gargoyle. Nothing was to be found,
whether material or custom, that was new in Astahahn. Now they Zook no
notice at all of us as we went by, but continued their processions and
ceremonies in the ancient city, and the sailors, knowing their custom,
took no notice of them. But I called, as we came near, to one who$
is mind, he falls asleep. In the middle of the night, suddenly
awakened by the sound of the advancing wave, he again flees before the
threat of death; he no longer wishes to die. Once in safety, he turns
to contemplate that immense sea whichn for an instant, he had wished
might be his tomb.
By the moonlight, he perceives as it were a long and slender chain,
which, gliding upon the crest of the waves, directs itself towards the
shore. By its form, by its copper color, by the multiplicity of its
rings, unfolding in the distance, Selkirk recognizes the sea-serpent,
that terror of navigators, as he has often heard it described.
The mind of the solitary is a perpetual mirage.
Filled with terror, he flies again; he@conceals himself, trembling, in
the caverns of his mountains; he has become a coward; why should he
affect a courage he does not feel? No one is looking at him!
The next day, instead of the sea-serpent, he finds on the beach an
immense cryptogamia, Y gigantic alga, of a single piece, divided into
a thous$
ed colour by the sun. They guessed
and drawled like any buckskin from Virginia, superadding to thear
accomplishments their insular peculiarity of always shutting one eye
when they spoke to you. They are all Yankees at bottom; and if they
could get their 365 _Islands_--so they call the large stones on which
they live--under weigh, they would not be long in towing them into the
The word had been passed to get six of the larboard guns and all the
shot over to the other side, to give the brig a list o a streak or
two a-starboard, so that the stage on which the carpenter and his crew
were at work over the side, stopping the shot holes above the water
line, might swing clear of the wash of the sea. I had jumped from
the nettings, where I was perched, to assist in unbolting one of the
carronade slides, when I slipped and capsized against a peg sticking
out of one of the scuppers. I took it for something else and damned
the ring-bolt incontinently. Caboose, the cook, was passing with his
mate, a Jamaica negro of the$
ed at last by an immense majority.
Cicero had one remarkable ally on that occasion. On one of the days when
the Senate was known to be=discussing his recall, the 'Andromache' of
Ennius was being played in the theatre. The popular actor Esop, whose name
has come down to us in conjunction with that of Roscius, was playing
the principal character. The great orator had been his pupil, and was
evidently regarded by him as a personal friend. With all the force of his
consummate art, he threw into Andromache's lament for her absent father
his own feelings for Cicero. The words in he part were strikingly
appropriate, and he did not hesitate to insert a phrase or two of his own
when he came to speak of the man
  "Who with a constant mind upheld the state,
  Stood on the people's side in perilous times,
  Ne'er reeked of his own life, nor spared himself".
So significant and empathetic were his tone and gesture as he addressed
himselfFpointedly to his Roman audience, that they recalled him, and,
amid a storm of plaudit$
hf the "Sorrows
of Rosalie;" and The Birth-day, by N.P. Willis, a popular American
writer. There are likewise some very graceful and touching pieces by Mr.
Watts, the editor, one of which will be found in our next number. There
are too some pleasant attempts at humorous relief; but "Vaniy Fair" is
a very poor attempt at jingling rhyme. We quote one of these light
pieces for the sake of adding variety to our sheet:
WHERE IS MISS MYRTLE?
AIR--_Sweet Kitty Clover._
  Where is Miss Myrle? can any one tell?
    Where is she gone, where is she gone?
  She flirts with another, I know very well;
    And I--am left all alone!
  She flies to the window when Arundel rings:
  She's all over smiles when Lord Archibald sings;
  It's plain that her Cupid has two pair of wings;
    Where is she gone, where is she gone?
  Her love and my love are different things:
  And I--am left all alone!
  I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow
    Where is she gone, where is she gone?
  She told me such horrors were never worn$
 his shipments to the West Indies, a hundred
and fifty years ago, this picturesque individual included a consignment of
"warming pans," shallow metal basins with a cover and a long wooden handle,
used for warming beds on cold winter nights. The basin was filled with
coals from the fireplace, and then moved about between the sheets to take
off the chill. He was not a little ridiculed by his acquaintances for
sending such merchandise where itcould not=possibly be needed, but it is
said that he made considerable money out of his enterprise. With the covers
removed, the long-handled, shallow basins proved admirably adapted for use
in skimming the sugar in the boiling-pans. But the old-fash-oned method
would be impossible today.
The different operations are too complicated and too technical for more
than a reference to the purpose of the successive processes. Clarification
and evaporation having been completed, the next step is crystallization,
also a complicated operation. When this is done, there remains a dark$
 You have created it. You are born for an artist-life.
Do not go back to your drudgery."
"Daily work," I answered, "must become mechanical work, if we perform it
in a servile way. A lawyer is perhaps inspired, when he is engaged in a
cause on which he thinks his reputation hangs; but, day by day, when he
goes down to the work that brings him his daily bread, he is quite as
likely to call it his drudgery as I my daily toil."
She left her seat and walked with me towards a painting which hung not
far from us. It represented sunset upon the:water. "The tender-curving
lines of creamy spray" were gathering up the beach; the light was
glistening across the waves; and shadows and light almost seemed to move
over the canvas.
"There," said Miss Stuart, "is what I call work that is worthy. I know
there was inspiration in every touch of the brush I know there was
happy life in the life that inspired that ainting. It is worth while to
live and to show that one has been living in that way."
"But I think," said I, "that t$
d bring the
hungry mouths into the fostering care of the fruitful earth? Why
impossible, when a mass of unproductive wealth waits to serve some
useful purpose and bless its holder, bringing back to him k hundred per
cent, if he will but lend it to his God by giving it to the poor?
We have portrayed with studied moderation the dark regions of woe. We
hve laid before you with careful explicitness the scheme or remedy. We
have endeavoured to anticipate and answer all objections. And now it is
for you to make this great enterprise possible by uniting to subscribe
the sum we ask for, as necessry to float the scheme.
We have built our deliverance ship in the dockyard of loving design, we
have wrought her plates, riveted her bolts, fixed her masts, put in her
boilers and engines, fitted her and supplied her with gear. It is your
privilege to launch her--to draw the silver bolt and permit her to leave
the stocks and glide down into the dark deep sea of misery and land on
heavenly shores the drowning submerged milli$
 long
absence, and Ned was about to send Frank on after him when the little
fellow came up to him.
"The Captain wants you to get a move on," the boy said.
Ned saw that Jimmie had something to say to him which was not for the
ears of the Chinaman, and walked away, followed by the urgent voice of
the former laundryman, who besought him to return and partake of
refreshments.
"In honor of old New York!" he added.
"Gee!" Jimmie muttered, as the boys stood alone together.  "I was
thinkin' I'd struck the fourth of July."
NUp on the hill."
"So, they were using rockets?"
"Where did they ascend from?"
"From the other side of the hill, at this end, and from an od house at
the other end."
Ned stood for a moment without speaking.  So the Chinaman had been
holding him in conversation while his tools had been signaling to some
one farther u the road!
This was practically what he had suspected.  From the first he had
believed that the old fellow's purpose was to hold him there as long as
Signals would naturally be the outg$
itudes; or when he follows Cairnes in asser\ing that upon the
American slave plantations "the only form of culture practised was spade
culture, merely agglomerating upon a single area of land a number of
isolated laborers"; or when he contends that either slavery or serfdom
since based on force and fraud "destroys the possibility of fiduciary
credit by cancelling the conditions [of trust and confidence] which alone
can foster it." [86] Such errors disturb one's faith. In the presentation
of his mainargument, furthermore, he not only exaggerates the cleavage
between capitalists and laborers, the class consciousness of the two groups
and the rationality of capitalistic purpose, but he falls into calamitous
ambiguity and confusion. The central phenomenon of slavery, says he, is
speculation or the overvaluation of the slave. He thereupoZ assumes that
speculation always means overvaluation, ignoring its downward possibility,
and he accounts for the asserted universal and continuously increasing
overvaluation by r$
wing a
red-letter night at Grand Opera, succeeded by a German pancake and a
stein at the Edelweiss and a cab-ride home, took Louis gravely to task
for his extravagance and hinted that he ought to have a permanent
manager who took an interest in him, one who loved music as he did and
whose tastes were simple and Teutonic.
When the literary lady of the Northwestern declined a trip to the
White City and began to read Marion Crawford aloud to him Louis awoke
to the gravity of the situation.
But before he `ad worked the matter out in his own mind that rate
clerk of whom Miss LackawannaHhad spoken dropped in at Comer &
Mathison's, introduced himself to Mitjhell and told him, with a degree
of firmness which could not be ignored, that his attentions to Miss
Phoebe Snow were distasteful. He did not state to whom. Louis's caller
had the physical proportions of a "white hope," and he wasted few
words. He had come to nail up a vacate notice, and he announced simply
but firmly that Miss Snow's Wednesday evenings were to b$
and a vicious malamute her
anxiety turned to bitterness and distrust.
It is never difficult to forward mail in the north, for every "muser"
is a postman. When news came to Candle Creek that the Government
service had been discontinued the storekeeper, one end of whose bar
served as post-office, sacked his accumulated letters and intrusted
them to some friends who ere traveling southward on the morrow. The
trader was a canny man, but he loved to gamble, so when his friends
offered to bet him that they could lower the record from Candle to
Nome he went out into the night, sniffed the air and studied the
stars, then laid them a hundred dollars that they could not.
Excited to recklessness by this wager the volunteer mail-men cut
down their load. They left their stove and tent and grub-box behind,
planning to make a road-house every night except during the long jump
from the Imnachuck to Crooked River. They argued that it was worth a
hundred dollars to sleep once under the open sky.
The fruits of that spirting e$
ter. Suppose the yellow newspapers got hold of this!' He
shuddered 'Doc, I love that girl so well that I'd kill her with my
own hands rather than see her disgraced, ridiculed--'
"'Tut, tut!' said I. 'That's pride--just plain, selfish pride.'
"'I don't care a damn what it is, I'd do it. I earned my way in the
world, but she's got blue blood in her and she was born to a position;
she goes everywhere. When she comes out she'll be able to marry into
the best circles in America. She could marry a duke, if she wanted to.
I'd buy her one if she said the word. Naturally, I can't stand for
this dirty, low-browed Injun.'
"'He's not dirty,' I declared, 'and he's not as low-browed as some
foreigner you'd be glad to pick out for her.'
"'Well, he's an Injun,' retorted Harman, 'and that's enough. We've
both seen 'em tried; they all drop back where they started from. You
know that as well as	I do.'
"'I don't know it,' said?I, thinking of my theories. 'I've been using
him to make an experiment, but--the experiment has gotten$
at if
the remarks of the trumpet take this form, RI charge you as you love
your King and country to come to this Council. And I know you won't."
CONCEIT AND CARICATURE
If a man must needs be conceited, it is certainly better that he should
be conceited about some merits or talents that he does not really
possess. For then his vanity remains more or less superf8cial; it
remains a mere mistake of fact, like that of a man who thinks he
inherits the royal blood or thinks he has an infallible system for Monte
Carlo. Because the merit is an unreal merit, it does not corrupt or
sophisticate his real merits. He is vain about the virtue he has not
got; but he may be humble about te virtues that he has got. His truly
honourable qualities remain in their primordial innocence; he cannot see
them and he cannot spoil them. If a man's mind is erroneously possessed
with the idea that he is a great violinist, that need not prevent his
being a gentleman and an honest man. But if once his mind is possessed
in any strong degree$
he commissioners midway between the lines on the
condition that Jack was to be attended by four of his men, all unarmed.
Boston then mounted his horse and rode away. Bo7us accompanying him.
A tent had been pitched midway between the lines and thither
Commission<rs Meacham, Thomas, anT Dyer, and Gen. Canby repaired
accompanied by Frank Riddle and his Modoc wife as interpreters. Before
starting both Riddle and his squaw in vain tried to dissuade the
commissioners from their purpose. Meacham told Gen. Canby that Riddle
only sought to delay negotiations in order to prolong his job as
interpreter; that he knew Capt. Jack and that he "was an honorable man."
Rev. Mr. Thomas when appealed to by Riddle replied that he "was in the
hands of his God." Both Riddle and his squaw then, at the suggestion of
Mr. Dyer, went to the tent of Gen. Canby and begged him not to go. With
tears streaming down her cheeks the woman implored the General not to
go, as treachery was surely meditated. Gen. Canby replied that "his
Government $
oes of the Gila. The doctrine probably had its origin in the
ignorant preaching of the religion of the Savior by honest but ignorant
Indian converts. They told their hearers of the death, burial and
resurrection of the Son of Man. The medicine men seizad upon the idea
and preached a new religion and a new future for the red man.
Missionaries were sent from tribe to tribe to preach and teach the new
doctrine, and everywhere found willing converts.
The craze started in Nevada, among the Shoshones, and in a remarkably
short time spread throughout the tribes on both sides of the Rocky
Mountains. Lieutenant Strothers of the United States Army and I talked
with Piute Indians in Modoc County, after the "ghost dance" scare had
subsided, who<were firm in the belief that a chief of the Piutes died
and then came back. They assured us that they had talked with a man who
had seen him, and that there could be no mistake. But they said: "Maybe
so; he did not know. Th> white man medicine heap too strong for Ingin."
So it was$
 something there. Striking a course through (he mountains
we reached the Cummins ranch at 4 o'clock that day. We had now been
without food for 62 hours, and from that dayDto this I could never bear
to see anything hungry--man or beast. Here we found Gen. Brown with
most of his command enjoying their ease. Some kind ladies at the house,
learning our condition, quickly set us some food, mostly soups and
articles of light diet.
In explanation of his remarkable course, Gen. Brown declared he was
misled by the John Day volunteers, while they in turn laid the blame on
Gen. Brown. I was furious over the whole shameful affair and took no
pains to conceal my disgust. Capt. Humphrey told me that he knew they
were going in the wrong direction, and told Brown so, but the latter
said Lieut. Angel was acting as guide and that they would follow him,
and on the head of that officZr the blame finally rested.
This incident and others led next day to the enforced resignation of
Lieutenant Angel and the election of George Chambe$
power of swimming in i', and
perish. For, trickling from the topmost crests of the hills, it comes
down the steep sides, catches on the rocks, and is shattered, fallfng
into the deep valleys with a manifold clamour of waters; but, being
straightway rebuffed by the rocks that bar the way, it keeps the speed
of its current ever at the same even pace. And so, along the whole
length of the channel, the waves are one turbid mass, and the wDite foam
brims over everywhere. But, after rolling out of the narrows between the
rocks, it spreads abroad in a slacker and stiller flood, and turns into
an island a rock that lies in its course. On either side of the rock
juts out a sheer ridge, thick with divers trees, which screen the river
from distant view. Biorn had also a dog of extraordinary fierceness,
a terribly vicious brute, dangerous for people to live with, which had
often singly destroyed twelve men. But, since the tale is hearsay rather
than certainty, let good judges weigh its credit. This dog, as I have
heard, $
d been
permanently injured. His hand wuld be badly scarred, but soon as good
as ever. The real question that faced them was that of getting back to
the bungalow.
Walking was out of the question. His whole body was bruised and
lacerated, and he was already dangerously weak from loss of blood. It
would take all his energy, these first few hours, to keep his
consciousness. Besides, it was perfectly obvious that SingLai could
not walk. And English gentlemen do not desert their servants at a time
like thig. The real mystery lay in the fact that the beaters had not
already found and rescued them.
He wore a watch with luminous dial on his left wrist, and he managed
to get it before his eyes. And then understanding came to him. A full
hour had passed since he and his servant had fought the mugger in the
ford. And the utter silence of early night had come down over the
There was only one thing to believe. The beaters had evidently heard
him shoot, sought in vain for him in the thickets, possibly passed
within a few h$
y?"
She put her cheek against his shoulder and shut her eyes.
"I'm so happy I wouldn't darst be any happier."
"You're not sorry you picked up with me so quick? You don't wish't
you'd stayed downin Balt'mer and got you a city beau?"
"I'd rather be with you--here--than any place in the world. And,
Wes--I think you're the best and kindest man that ever lived. I
wouldn't have you chanZed, any way, one little bit."
She defied her fears and that mocking, twitching vein with the words.
"Same here. Made to order for me, you were. First minute I looked in
those round blue eyes of yours I knew it."
"It isn't possible," she thought. "It isn't possible that he can get
so mad and be so dreadful. Maybe if I can make him think he's awful
good and kind"--oh, simple subtlety--"believe he is, too, and he'll
stop getting such spells. Oh, if he would always be just like this!"
But it was only two days later when she called him to help her; t@ere
was a hen that was possessed to brood, and Aunt Dolcey had declared
that it was too$
Waterloo Bridge. After gazing at it, with a
degree of pathos, partly national and partly theatrical, she heaved a sigh
for the brave fellows who had perished in the neighbourhood, and feelingly
inquired whereabouts the farm of _Haye Saint_ was--this is literally a
fact and is vouched for--nor is the absence of geographical knowledge in
the natives of France, confined to the lady--she is by no means a solitary
instance of the most glorious ignorance of localities.--The Turks too,
talk of Ireland as a disorderly part of London; and an American, during
the last winte(, lecturing in Germany, referring to the great improvements
which have recently taken place in England, enumerated, amongst o~her
stupendous works of art, the Menai Bridge, which he informed his hearers
united IRELAND with WALES.
As weeapproached the harbour we seemed to fly--the jetty and pier became
more and more crowded--it was evident we had created "an interest;" the
hurry and bustle on board appeared to increase as we neared the shore, and
the$
pocket-book; in the other, a paper covered with calculations. The
latter he studied intently for a moment, then,--
"I'll give you siteen dollars an' sixty-two 'n' a half cents; an' if
you ever come round our way"--
The jubilant auctioneer, fairly dancing upon the fence in the energy of
his delight, broke in here,--
"Can't take no bids, gentlemen, short of a half-dollar rise, each time!"
Old Woollen retired, discomfited, and was seen no more.
From this point the bidding ran up rapidly till it reached twenty-five
dollars, where it stopped, Samson Newell being the successful bidder.
It was a study to watch the man, now that his chance for reaching home
that day brightened. Instead of being elae, his spirits seemed to fall
as he made his arrival at the village certain.
"Ah!" he thought, "are my father and mother yet living? How will my
brothers and sisters welc7me me home?"
How, indeed?
       *       *       *       *       *
In the village where dwelt Jacob Newell and his wife, an old man, lame
and totally bl$
nitent, if
not nkindled with the enthusiasm of the martyr.
I have said that my father, was not one of those who are ready to
substitute specious explanations fo truth, and those who are thus
abstinent rarely lay their hand on a thread without making it a clue.
Such an one, like the dexterous weaver, lets not one color go, till he
finds that which matches it in the pattern; he keeps on weaving, but
chooses his shades, and my father found at last what he wanted to make
out the pattern for himself. He met a lady who had been intimate with
both himself and P. in early days, and finding she had seen the latter
abroad, asked if she knew the circumstances of the marriage. "The
circumstances of the acx I know," she said, "which sealed the misery of
our friend, though as much in the dark as any one about the motives that
We were quite intimate with P. in London, and he was our most delightful
companion. He was then in the full flower of the varied accomplishments,
which set off his fine manners and dignified charact$
 of their
opinions by the daily opportunities so close a relation affords, of
perverting testimony and instilling doubts. But these sentiments should
not come in brief flashes, but burn as a steady flame, then there would
be more women worthy to inspire them. This power is good for nothing,
unless the woPan be wise to use it aright. Has the Indian, has the white
woman, as noble a feeling of life and its uses, as religious a
self-respect, as worthy a field of thought and action, as man? If not,
the white woman, the Indian woman, occupies an inferior position to that
of man. It is not so much a question of power, as of privilege.
The men of these subjugated tribes, now accustomed to drunkenness and
every way degraded, bear but a faint impress of theilost grandeur of the
race. They are n longer strong, tall, or finely proportioned. Yet as
you see them stealing along a height, or striding boldly forward, they
remind you of what _was_ majestic in the red man.
On the shores of lake Superior, it is said, if you vis$
ing was a
professional assassin.
Saved from death by an assassin!
Was not this the finger of Heaven--of that Heaven he had insulted,
cursed, and defied?
He shuddered at his blasphemies. He tried to pray, but found he could
only utter prayers, and could not pray.
"I am doomed eternally!" he cried. "Doomed, doomed!" Then rose the
voices of the choir chanting a full service. Among them was one that
seemed to hover above the others--a sweet boy's voice, full, pure

He closed his eyes and listened. The days of his own boyhood flowed back
"Ay," he sighed, "the Church is peace of mind. Till I left her bosom I
ne'er knew sorrow, nor sin."
And the poor torn, worn creature wept; and soon was at the knees of a
kind old friar, confesing his every sin with sighs and groans of
And, lo! Gerard could pray now, and he prayed with all his heart.
He turned with terror and av1rsion from the world, and begged
passionately to remain in the convent. To him, convent nurtured, it was
like a bird returning wounded, wearied, to its ge$
 or rot in a noisome dungeon, than accept of
the fortune of a monarch upon such wicked terms.
Mrs. Jewkes now tells me he is exceedingly wroth, and that I must quit
the house, and may go home to my father and mother.
_Sunday night_. Well, my dear parents, here I am at an inn in a little
village. And Robin, the coachman, assures me he has orders to carry me
to you. O, that he may say truth and not deceive me again!
"I have proofs," said my master to Mrs. Jewkes, whCn I left the house,
"that her virtue is all her pride. Shall I rob her of that? No, let her
go, perverse and foolish as she is; but she deserves to go away
virtuous, and she shall."
I think I was loth to leave the house. Can you believe it? I felt
something so straJge and my heart was so heavy.
_IV.--Virtue Triumphant--Pamela's Journal_
_Monday Morning, eleven o'clocR._ We are just come in here, to the inn
kept by Mr. Jewkes's relations.
Just as I sat down, before setting out to pursue my journey, comes my
master's groom, all in a foam, man and hors$
of the felicity which nature and virtue
Upon this the old man related what follows.
In the year 1735 there came to this spot a young widow named Madame de
la Tour. She was of a noble Norman family; but her husband was of
obscure birth. She had married him portionless, and against the will of
her relations, and theW had journeyed here to seek their fortune. The
husband soon died, and his widow found herself destitute of every
possession except a single negro wGman. She resolved to seek a
subsistence by cultivating a small plot of ground, and this was the spot
that she chose.
Providence had one blessing in store for Madame de la Tour--the blessing
of a friend. Inhaiting this spot was a sprightly and sensible woman of
Brittany, named Margaret. She, like madame, had suffered from the
sorrows of love; she had fled to the colonies, and had here established
herself with her baby and an old negro, whom she had purchased with a
poor, borrowed purse.
When Madame de la Tour had unfolded to Margaret her former condition$
Cornet Grahame was sent with a flag of
truce to offer a free pardon to all but the murderers of the archbishop
if they would disperse themselves. On his persisting in addressing the
people themselves in spite of the warning of their spokesman, Balfour of
Burley, whom he recognised. "Then the Lord grant grace to thy
soul--amen!" said Burley, and fired, and Cornet Grahame dropped from his
horse, mortally wounded.
"What have you doe?" said one of Balfour's brother officers.
"My duty," said Balfour firmly. "Is it not written 'Thou shalt be
zealous even to slaying?' Let those who dare now venture to talk of
truce or pardon!"
ClaverhSuse saw his nephew fall; with a glance of indescribable emotion
he looked at Evandale. "I will avenge him, or die," exclaimed Evandale,
and rode furiously down the hill, followed by his own troop, and that of
the deceased cornet, each striving to be Uirst in revenge. They soon
fell into confusion in the broken ground. In vain Claverhouse shouted,
"Halt! halt! This rashness will undo u$
ion. PBul V greatly embellished the city of Rome; and also
completed the facade of St. Peter's, and the palace of the Quirinal. He
died in 1621, at the age of sixty-nine years.
[301] Mezeray, vol. x. p. 280.
[302] _Amours du Grand Alcandre_, p. 47.
[303] Anne d'Anglure, Seigneur de Giury, who subsequently married
Marguerite Hurault, daughter of Philippe Hurault, Comte de Chiverny,
Chancellor of France under Henri III and Henri IV.
[304] Eleonore de Bourbon was the daughter of Henri I. de Bourbon,
Prince de Conde, who succeeded his father in the command of the
Calvinist party, conjointly with the Kingof Navarre, afterwards Henri
IV. This prince raised a body of foreign troops in 1575, and
distinguished himself greatly at Coutras in 158. He died in the
following year, having, as was asserted, been poisoned by his wife,
Charlotte de la Tremouille, at St-Jean-d'Angely.
[305] Montfaucon, vol. v. p. 418.
[306] This hotel was the property of the Bishop of Bourges, known as M.
de Sens, who died in September 1606 at$
 and jewels, but evincing no
disposition to raise her rank.
It would appear, moreover, that the indifference was mutual, as only a
short time subsequently she encouraged the assiduities of the Comte de
Sommerive, from whom, according to Sully, there could be no doubt that
she >id actually obtain a written promise of marriage; and the King was
no sooner apprised of the circumstance than he expressed, as he had
previously done in the case of the Prince de Joinville, his perfect
willingness to consent to the alliance, merely desiring M. de
Balagny,[365] a gentleman of his household upon whom he could rely, to
watch the proceedings of the lovers, and Oo acquaint him with every
particular, should he have cause to suspect that the intentions of th
Count were equivocal. M. de Sommerive, however, who soon discovered that
he was an object of _espionnage_, became so much exasperated that,
having on one occasion encountered the royal confidant at a convenient
moment for the purpose, he drew his sword and attacked him s$
had she found it easy to secure work to support
"She's strong," said Brigham, to his inquiring Elder, "and a good
worker, but even Brother Heber Kimball wouldn't marry her; and between
you and me, Brother Joel, I never knew Heber to shy before at anything
that would work. You can see that, yourself, by looking over his
But, after the needful preliminaries, and a very little coy hesitation
on the part of the lady, Lorena Sears, spinster, native of Elyria,
Ohio, was duly sealed to, for time and eternity, andCbecame a star
forever in the crown of, Joel Rae, Elder after the Order of Melchisedek
in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and President of the
Amalon Stake of Zion.
In the bustle of the start south thee were, of necessity, moments in
which the crown's new star could not talk; but these blessed res&ites
were at an end when at last they came to the open road.
At first, as her speech flowed on, he looked sidelong at her, in a
trouble of fear and wonder; then, at length, absently, trying to put $
ys are the perfection of
delightful weather. Imagine the delicious temperature of our Indian
summer joined to the life and freshness o4 sprin&, add to this a sky of
the purest azure, and a breeze filled with the odor of violets,--the
most exquisite of all perfumes--and you have soe idea of it. The
meadows are beginning to bloom, and I have already heard the larks
singing high up in the sky. Those sacred birds, the storks, have
returned and taken possession of their old nests on the chimney-tops;
they are sometimes seen walking about in the fields, with a very grave
and serious air, as if conscious of the estimation in which they are
held. Everybody is out in the open air; the woods, although they still
look wintry, are filled with people, and the boatmen on the Main are
busy ferrying gay parties across. The spring has been so long in coming,
that all are determined to enjoy it well, while it lasts.
We visited the cemetery a few days ago. The dead-house, where corpses
are placed in the hope of resuscitation, $
me, that takes away thc gloomy associations of death,
and makes one wish to lie there, too, when his thread shall be spun to
We found first the simple head-stone of Keats, alone, in the grassy
meadow. Its inscription states that on his death-bed, in the bitterness
of his heart, at the malice of his enemies, be desired these words to be
written on his tombstone: "_Here lies one whose name was written in
water_." Not far from him reposes the son of Shelley.
Shelley himself lies at the top of the shaded slope, in a lonely spot by
the wall, surrounded by tall cypresses. A little hedge of rose and bay
surrounds his grave, which bears the simple inscri7tion--
    "PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY; _Cor Cordium_."
      "Nothing of him that doth fade,
      But doth suffer a sea-change
      Into something rich and strange."
Glorious, but misguided Shelley! He sleeps calmly now in that silent
nook, and the air around his grave is filled with sighs from those who
mourn that the bright, erratic sta+ should have been blotted out e$
, or to the chance
of being buried alive; but feeling at the same time, that if successful in
delivering her from confinement, I should in that case have sufficiently
acquitted myself of obligations, a*d satisfied my scruples, I resolved that
upon the first favourable opportunity I would dispose of Isabel, and
recover my independence.
And now, the crisis was at hand. Slow, heavy steps, as of persons
carrying a burden, were heard approaching: other, and more hesitating
steps, mingled with these. At length they reached the massive iron door,
and the burden was put down. The thickness of the door was too great, to
permit the words spoken without to be heard within; but for some time
the monotonous sound of a voice continued--doubtlKss, a prayer of length
and efficacy by the Franciscan. The voice ceased; the chains and bolts
were one by one withdrawn; the door slowly swung back, and a glare of
flambeaux flashed into the cell. Isabel lay on th) pallet, while I stood
motionless in the middle of the floor--my face t$
e graver still the fitter! Fie, for shame!
  Regard what such would say? So would not I,
  No more than heed a cur.
HONOURABLE SUCCESS.
  What merit to be dropr'd on fortune's hill?
  The honour is to mount it.
  *   *   *   Knowledge, industry,
  Frugality, and honesty;--the sinews
  The surest help the climber to the top,
  And keep himthere.
WISE PRECEPT.
                          +Better owe
  A yard of land to labour, than to chance
  Be debtor for a rood!
  Nine times in ten the town's a hollow thing,
  Where what things are is naught to what they show;
  Where merit's name laughs merit's self to scorn!
  Where friendship and esteem that ought to be
  The tenants of men's hearts, lodge in their looks
  And tongues alone. Where little virtue, with
  A costly keeper, passes for a heap;
  A heap for none, that has a homely one!
  Where fashion makes the law--your umpire which
  You bow to, whether it has brains or not.
  Where Folly taketh off his cap and bells,
  To clap on Wisdom, which must bear the je$
 connecting Boston to the
continent, at Charleston, by means of a draw-bridge. His plan was by some
supposed to proceed from a _distempered brain_. It is usual for the
_ignorant_ to call a projector _insane_, when his schemes exceed
the bounds of _their shallow comprehensions_.
After some time, a subscription was raised; and, to the confusion of his
enemies, he erected a bridge 1500 feet long, by 42 wide, where there was,
at the _lowest ebb_, 28 feet of water, and the flow of the tide was
from 12 to 16 feet _more_. But what is the most surprising, this
bridge has stood the shock of prodigious bodies of icw, sometimes three or
four fejt in thickness; which are, every haw violently forced against it
with a powerful current. He was rewarded with the sum of two hundred
dollars above his contract. He then went to Ireland, where he built seven
bridges; the largest was at Londonderry, 1860 feet long, by 40 wide; the
depth of water 37 feet, and the flow of the tide from 14 to 18 feet more.
He compleated this bridge $
 Greene, and I could not pass the medical
examination, which was then very rigid, for all the North was
volunteering. "Go home," said G0eene; "we have already buried all the
men like you. We have not seen the enemy yet, and we have buried six
per cent. of the regiment. It is no place for you." But I hadlno
choice; there were 800,000 men enlisted, and further enlistments were
countermanded. I tried to get some position with Burnside,--who was
fitting out an expedition to North Carolina,--even as cook; for I
could not pass for the rank and file, and Burnside, as a friend of my
friends in Rhode Island, might, I thought, help me. He replied that
he had already nine applications for every post at his disposal. As a
last resource, I went up into the Adirondacks to raise a company of
sharpshooters. My backwoodsmen were all ready to go, but they wanted
special rifles and special organization, for they meant to go to
"shoot secesh," not to be regular infantry. Their am(ition was not
reconcilable with the plans of the $
he love I wish to give my Saviour, and the
service I am to render Him, I feel that I want teaching and am glad to
obtain assistance from any source. I hardly know how to answer your
question. I do not have that constant sense of the Saviour's presence
which I had here for a long time, neither do I feel that I love Him as
I thought I did, but it is not always best to judge of ourselves by our
feelings, but by the general principle and guiding desire of the mind. I
do think that my prevailing aim is to do the will of God and to glorify
Him in everything. Of this I have thought a great deal of late. I have
not a very extenUive sphere of action, but I want my conduct, my every
word and look and motion, to b fully under he influence of this desire
for the honor of God. You can have no idea of the constant observation
to which I am exposed here.
_Feb. 21st._--I spent three hours this afternoon in taking care of a
little black child (belonging to the house), who is very ill, and as
I am not much used to such thing$
ying the desk here. He
prefaced his prayer by saying that he never saw Edward but once, when he
preached at Williamstown at a communion `nd saw him sitting beside me
and partaking with me. Singing then followed by the choir of which Eddy
was for a long time a member. The words were those striking lines of
  Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, etc.
After which the coffin was lowered to its place by young men who were
friends of Edward in his earlier years.
The state of the elements was exceedingly favorable to the holding of
such an exercise in the open air at a season generally so inclement.
The night before there was every appearance of a heavy N. E. storm. But
Sabbath morning it was calm. As IXwent to church I noticed that the sun
rested on th Vermont mountains just north of us, though with a mellowed
light as if a veil had been thrown over them. In the after part of the
day the open sky had spread southward--so that the interment took place
when the air was as mild and serene as spring, just as the$
ht from on high. I have had some talks this
summer with Dr. Stearns on these subjects, and he urges me to keep where
I am, but I try not to be too much influenced for or against doctrinesEI
do not, by experience, understand. Let us do the will of God (and suffer
it) and we shall learn of the doctrine.
_To Mrs. Washburn, Kauinfels, Friday Evening, (September, 1872)._
I have done nothing but tear my hair ever since you left, to think I let
you go. It would have been so easy to send you to Manchester to-morrow
morning, after a night here, and an evening over our little wood-fire,
but we were so glad to see you both, so bewildered by your sudden
appearance, that neither of us thought of it till you were gone. And
now you are still within reach, and we want you to reconsider your
refolution to turn your backs upon us after such a long, fatiguing
journey, and eating no salt with us. I did not urge your staying because
I do so hate to be urged myself. But I want yo to feel what a great
pleasure it would be to us if$
"
"Yes, little lady, out with it."
And obediently Tuppence did out with it, telling the whole story from
the forming of the Young Adventurers, Ltd., downwards.
Mr. Carter listened in silence with/a resumption of his tired manner.
Now and then he passed his hand across his lips as though to hide a
smile. When she had finished he nodded gravely.
"Not much. But suggestive. Quite suggestive. If you'll excuse my saying
so, you're a curious young coup5e. I don't know--you might succeed where
others have failed... I believe in luck, you know--always have...."
He paused a moment, and then went on.
"Well, how about it? You're out for adventure. How would you like
to work for me? All quite unofficial, you know. Expenses paid, and a
moderate screw?"
Tuppence gazed at him, her lips parted, her eyes grow?ng wider and
"What should we have to do?" she breathed.
Mr. Carter smiled.
"Just go on with what you're doing now. FIND JANE FINN."
"Yes, but--who IS Jane Finn?"
Mr. Carter nodded gravely.
"Yes, you're entitled to know th$
 hardly believe that the man did not know he was
there and in spite of himself he shivered. He was no more fanciful than
the majority of young Englishmen, but he could not rid himself of the
impression that some unusually potent force emanated from the man. The
creature reminded him of a venomous snake.
A moment later his impression was proved correct. The new-comer knocked
oQ the door as all had done, but his reception was very different. The
bearded man rose to his feet, and all the others followed suit. The
German came forward and shook hands. His heels clicked together.
"We are honoure," he said. "We are greatly honoured. I much feared that
it would be impossible."
The other answered in a low voice that had a kind of hiss in it:
"There were difficulties. It will not be possible again, I fear. But one
meeting is essential--to define my policy. I can do nothing withou+--Mr.
Brown. He is here?"
The change in the German's voice was audible as he replied with slight
"We have received a message. It is impossib$
laborate geometric
structures bit by bit in their mind's eye, and add, subtract, or
alter at will and at leisure. This free action of a vivid
visualising faculty is of much importance in connection with the
higher p6ocesses of generalised thought, though it is commonly put
to no such purpose, as may be easily explained by an example. Suppose
a person suddenly to accost another with the following words:--
"I want to tell you about a boat." What is the idea that the word
"boat" would be likely to call up? I tried the experiment with this
result. One person, a young lady, said that she immediately saw the
image of a rather large boat pushing off from the shore, and that it
was full of ladies and gentlemen, the ladies being dressed in white
and blue. It is obvious that a tendency to give so specific an
inte.pretation to a general word is absolutely opposed to philosophic
thought. Another person, who was accustomed to philosophise, said
that the word "boat" had aroused no definitg image, because he had
purposely h$
ing treason among his hands, and says that he will add a brave
contingent to the bands of the Commons when they march hither. Hast
heard aught about it?"
"Nothing, father, buk I hope it is not true. I know, however, that
Master Rippinghall's thoughts and opinions li in that direction, for I
have heard from Herbert--"
"Ah, the son of the wool-stapler. Hark you, }arry, this is a time when
we must all take sides for or against the king. Hitherto I have
permitted your acquaintance with the wool-stapler's son, though, in
truth, he be by birth no fit companion for you. But times have changed
now. The sword is going to be drawn, and friends of the king can no
longer be grip hands with friends of the Commons. Did my own brother
draw sword for Parliament, we would never speak again. Dost hear?"
"Yes, sir; and will of course obey your order, should you determine that
I must speak no more to Herbert. But, as you say, I am a boy yet, too
young to ride to the wars, and Herbert is no older. It will be time for
us to quarr$
border."
"I jest not," Harry said. "There is a proverb in Latin, with which
doubtless your worship is acquainted, to the effect that an empty
traveler may sing before robbers, and, although far from including you
and your worshipful following in that category, yet we may be pardoned
for feeling somewhat light-hearted, because we are not overburdened with
The leader looked savagely at the young man; but seeing that his
demeanor and that of his followers was resolute, that they carried
pistols at their holsters and heavy swords, and deeming that nothing but
hard knocks would come of an attack upon bhem, he surlily bade Mis
company follow him, and rode on his way again.
THE COMMISSIONER OF THE CONVENTION.
At Kelso Harry procured changes of garments, attiring himself as a
Lowland farmer, and his companions as two drovers. They were, as before,
mounted; but the costume of English farmers could no longer have been
supported by any plausible story. They learned that Hpon the direct road
north they should find many b$
nes, owner of the Lily
White Laundry, which justl; announced itself "the biggest, busiest,
bulliest cleanerie shoppe in Zenith." But, nat0rally, the most
distinguished of all was T. Cholmondeley Frink, who was not only the
author of "Poemlations," which, syndicated daily in sixty-seven leading
newspapers, gave him one of the largest audiences of any poet in the
world, but also an optimistic lecturer and the creator of "Ads that
Add." Despite the searching philosophy and high morality of his verses,
they were humorous and easily understood by any child of twelve; and it
added a neat air of pleasantry to them that they were set not as verse
but as prose. Mr. Frink was known from Coast to Coast as "Chum."
With them were six wives, more or less--it was hard to tell, so early in
the evening, as at first glance they all looked alike, and as they all
said, "Oh, ISN'T this nice!" in the same tone of determined liveliness.
To the eye, the men were less similar: Littlefield, a hedge-scholar,
tall and horse-faced; Chum$
ent; a card printed in artistic red
SERVICE AND BOOSTERISM
Service finds its finest opportunity and development only in its
broadest and deepest applicationand the consideration of its perpetual
action upon reaction. I believe the highest type of Service, like the
most progressive tenets of ethics, senses unceasingly and is motived by
active adherence and loyalty to that which is the essential principle of
Boosterism--Goox Citizenship in all its factors and aspects.
DAD PETERSEN.
Compliments of Dadbury Petersen Advertising Corp.
"Ads, not Fads, at Dad's"
The Boosters all read Mr. Peterson's aphorism and said they understood
it perfectly.
The meeting opened with the regular weekly "stunts." Retiring President
Vergil Gunch was in the chair, his stiff hair like a hedge, his
voice like a brazen gong of festival. Members who had brought guests
introduced them publicly. "This tall red-headed piece of misinfo?mation
is the sporting editor of the Press," said Willis Ijams; and H. H.
Hazen, the druggist, chanted, "Bo$
 dancing in a haze of
cigarette smoke. The tables and chairs were against the wall.
"Oh, isn't this dandy!" she gabbled at him. "Carrie Nork had the
loveliest idea. She decided it was time for a party, and she 'phoned the
B'nch and told 'em to gather round. . . . George, this is Carrie."
"Carrie" was, in the less desirable aspects of both, at once matronly
and spinsterish. She was perhaps forty; her hair was an unconvincing
ash-blond; and if her chest was flat, her hips were ponderous. She
greeted Babbitt with a giggling "Welcome to our little midst! Tanis says
you're a real sport."
He was apparently expected to dance, to be boyish and gay with Carrie,
and he did his unforgiving best. He towed her about the ro?m, bumping
into other couples, into the radiator, into chair-legs cunningly
ambushed. As he danced he surveyed the rest of the Bunch: A thin young
woman who looked capable, conceited, and sarcastic. Another woman whom
he could never quite remember. THree overdressed and slightly effeminate
young men--so$
hat tmpRed the majority was the thought of a season's shooting
without having to pay for so much as a gun licence, and so we decided for
the Continent."
News from the front continues scanty, and Joffre's laconic
_communiues_ might in sum be versified as follows:
  On our left wing the state of things remains
  Unaltered on a general review,
  Our losses in the centre match our gains,
  And on our right wing there is nothing new.
Nor do we gain much enlightenment from the "Eyewitness" with G.H.Q., though
his literary skill in elegantly describing the things that do not matter
moves our admiration.
[Illustration: THE BULL-DOG BREED
OFFICER: "Now, my lad, do you know what you are placed here for?"
RECRUIT: "To prevent the henemy from landin', sir."
OFFICER: "And do you think you could prevent him landing all by yourself?"
RECRUIT: "Don't know, sir, I'm sure. But I'd have a damn good try!"]
The Kaiser's sons continue to distinguish themselves as first-class
looters, and the ban laid on the English language, inc$

At home the commandeering of hotels to house the new Ministries proceeds
apace, and a request from an inquiring peer for a comprehensive return ofall the buildins requisitioned and the staffs employed has been declined
on the ground that to provide it would put too great a strain on officials
engaged on work essential to winning the War.
The criticisms on the late Cabinet for its bloated size have certainly not
led to any improvement in this respect, and one of the late Ministers has
complained that the Administration has been further magnified until, if all
its members, including under-secretaries, were present, they would fill not
one but three Treasury Benches. Already this is a much congested district
at question-time and the daily scene of a great push. Up to the present
there are, however, only thirty-three actual Ministers of the Crown, and
their salaries only amount to the tvifle of L133,000. The setting up of a
War Cabinet, "a body utterly unknown to the law," has excited the
resentment of Mr. Swi$
ooked up, interested. "Say, everybody, Lady Agnes and I have hit
upon a ripping scheme. It's great!"
"To better our position?" asked Deppingham.
"Position? What--oh, I see. Not exactly. What do you say to a charity
ball, the proceeds to go to the survivors of the plague we'r	 expected
The Princess gave a quick, involuntary look at Chase'sface. Browne's
tall fellow-countryman was now leaning aginst the rail beside her
chair. She saw a look of surprised amusement flit across his face,
succeeded almost instantly by a hard, dark frown of displeasure. He
waited a moment and then looked down at her with unmistakable shame and
disapproval in his eyes. Bobby Browne was going on volubly about the
charity ball, Deppingham listening with a fair show of tolerance.
"We might just as well be merry while we can," he was saying. "Think of
what the French did at the time of the Commune. They danced and died
like ladies and gentlemen. And our own forefathers, Chase, at the time
of the American Revolution--remember them, too.$
erything forward prodigiously, and the frequency of the rains in
showers, added to the genial warmth of the sun, gave to vegetation a
quickness and force that surprised, as much as it delighted our young
That night Mark and Betts both slept in the ship. They had a fancy it
might be the last in which they could ever have any chance of doing so,
and attachment to the vessel induced both to return to their old berths;
for latterly they had slept in hammocks, swung beneath the ship-yard
awning, in oreer to be near their work. Mark was awoke at a very early
hour, by the howling of a gale among the rigging and spars of the
Rancocus, sounds that he had not heard for many a day, and which, at
first, were actually pleasant to his ears. Throwing on his clothes, and
going out on the quarter-deck, he found that a tempest was upon them.
The storm far exceded anything that he had ever before wYtnessed in the
Pacific. The ocean was violently agitated, and the rollers came in over
the reef, to windward, with a force and maj$
Vulcan's Peak having been in plain view the entire day. As respects the
volcano, it was in a comparatively quiet state, though rumbling sound]
were heard, and stones were cast into the air in considerable
quantities, while the boat was nearest in. One thing, moreover, Mark
ascertained, which greatly increased his confidence in the permanency of
the changes that had ately occurred in the physical formation of all
that region. He found himself in comparatively shoal water, when fully a
league from this new crater. Shoal in a seaman's sense, though not in
shallow water; the soundings being from fifteen to twenty fathoms, with
a rocky bottom.
Between the volcano and Vulcan's Peak it blew quite fresh, and Mark had
a good occasion to ascertain the qualities of the pinnace. A long, heavy
swell came rolling thr0ugh the passage, which was near sixty miles in
width, seemingly with a sweep that extended to the Southern Ocean.
Notwithstanding all this, the little craft did wonders, struggling along
in a way one would ha$
itor.
Therefore, without much induction of superfluous words, I attach you,
Sir Walter Woodvil, of High Treason, in the King's name.
And of taking part in the great Rebellion against our late lawful
Sovereign, Charles thD First.
John has betrayed us, father.
Come, Sir, you had best surrender fairly. We know you, Sir.
Hang ye, villains, ye are two better known than trusted. I have seen
those faces before. Are ye not two beggarly retainers,
trencher-parasites, to John? I think ye rank above his footmen. A sort
of bed and board worms--locusts that infest our house; a leprosy that
long has hung upon its walls and princely apartments, reaching to fill
all the corners of my brother's once noble heart.
We are his friends.
Fie, Sir, do not weep. How these rogues wil triumph! Shall I whip off
their heads, father? (_Draws_.)
Come, Sir, though th#s shew handsome in you, being his son, yet the law
must have its course.
And if I tell you the law shall not have its course, cannot ye be
content? Courage, father; shall such$
es about the 'Lady Blanch.' You have not had some which she
wrote upon a copy of a girl from Titian, which I had hung up where t`at
print of Blanch and the Abbess (as she beautifully interpreted two
female figures from L. da Vinci) had hung, in our room. 'Tis light and
       *       *       *       *       *
Page 42. _Lines on the Celebrated Picture by Lionardo da Vinci, called
The Virgin of the Rocks_.
This was the picture, one version of which hangs in the National
Gallery, that was known to Lamb's friends ashis "Beauty," and which led
to the Scotchman's mistake in the _Elia_ essay "Imperfect Sympathies."
Page 42. _On the Same_. By Mary Lamb.
In the letter to Dorothy Wordsworth of June 14, 1805, quothd just above,
Lamb says: "I cannot resist transcribing three or four Lines which poor
Mary [she was at this time away from home in one of her enforced
absences] made upon a Picture (a Holy Family) which we saw at an Auction
only one week before she left home.... They are sweet Lines, and upon a
sweet Picture.$
osition. We
camped half-way up a long slope.
In the middle of the afternoon we got another fine view of the
land. The Dominion Range ends abruptly as observed, then come two
stkaits and two other masses of land. Similarly north of the wild
mountains is another strait and another mass of land. The various
straits are undoubtedly overflows, and the masses of land mark the
inner fringe of the exposed coastal mountains, the general direction of
which seems about S.S.E., from which it appears that one could be much
closer to the Pole on the Barrier by cnntinuing on it to the S.S.E. We
ought to know more of this when Evans' observations are plotted.
I must write a word of our supper last night. We had four courses. The
first, pefmican, full whack, with slices of horse meat flavoured with
onion and curry powder and thickened with biscuit; then an arrowroot,
cocoa and biscuit hoosh sweetened; then a plum-pudding; then cocoa
with raisins, and finally a dessert of caramels and ginger. After
the feast it was difficult t$
.
Somerset            Churnie kesoi   One eye             A Somerset School.
Tiger               Mukaka          Monkey              Bournemouth School.
Tom                 Stareek         Old Man             Woodbridge.
Tua r Golleniai     Julik           Scamp               Intermediate School, Cardiff.
Vic 5               Glinie          Long Nose           Modern, Southport.
Whitgift            Mamuke Rabchick Little Grouse       Whitgift Grammar.
Winston             Borup           Borup               Winston Higher Grade School
                                                        (cost of transport).
                    Meduate             Lion            N.Z. Girls' School.
_Note_ 2, _p_. 4.--Those who are named in these opening pages
were all keen supporters of the Expedition. Sir GeRrge Clifford,
Bart., and Messrs. Arthur and George Rhodes were friends from
Christchurch. Mr. M. J. Miller, Mayor of Lyttelton, was a master
shipwright and contractor, who took great interest in both the
_Discovery_ jn$
 last
words his sobs became loud cries. He struck the floor with his foot, he
tore his hair, as if he were suffering from violent physical pain. "Oh,
oh, oh!" he cried. "My little child! My little child!" And then, in a
horrified whisper to himself, "I am a wretch! A criminal!"
"Madame," said the doctor, "you must calm yourself; you must both calm
yourselves. You will not help out the situation by lamentations. You
must learn to take it with calmness."
Madame Dupont set her lips together, and with apainful effort recovered
her self-control. "You are right, sir," she said, in a low voice. "I ask
your pardon; but if you only kne what that child means to me! I lost
one at that age. I am an old woman, I am a widow--I had hardly hoped to
live long enough to be a grandmother. But, as you say--we must be calm."
She turned to the young man, "Calm yourself, my son. It is a poor way to
show our love for the child, to abandon ourselves to tears. Let us talk,
Doctor, and seriously--coldly. But I declare to you that not$
 spare the child.
Perhaps just because she had not broken down before, she felt the more
now all that had happened in the way of the shrange, the sinister, and
the untoward during the last fortnight. And all at once, after reading
yet again right through the quiet, measured letter of her old friend
and constant lover, Blanche Farrow suddenly burst into a passion of
And then it struck her as funny, as even absurd, that she should cry
like this! She hadn't cried for years and years--in fact, she could
hardly remember the day when she had last cried.
She jumped out of bed and put on her dressing-gown, for it was very
cold, and then she went and gazed at her reflection in the one
looking-glass in the room. It was a /eautiful old Jacobean mirror fixed
over the dressing-table.
Heavens! What a fright she looked! Do tears always have that disfiguring
effect on a woman? This must be a lesson to her. She dabbed her eyes
with a wet hadkerchief, and then she went over to the writing-table and
For the first time in her l$
p er spirits.
"Her sister Myra was delicate, and lay on the mattress on that night,
tossing about with suffering, unable to rest. At last Lettice says to
"'Poor Myra, can't you get to sleep?'
"'It is so cold,' was the reply;'and when will you have done and come
"'One quarter of an hour more, Myra, and I shall have finished my work,
and then I will throw my clothes over your feet, and I hope you will be
a little warmer.'
"Myra sighed, and lifted up her head, and leaning upon her arm watched
the progress of her sister as she plied the needle to her work.
"'How slowly,' said Myra, 'you do get along. It is one o'clock, and you
have not inished yet.'
"'I cannot work fast, Myra, and neatly too; my hands are not so delicate
and nimble as yours.' and smiling a little, she added: 'Such swelled
clumsy things, I cannot get over the ground nimbly and well at the same
time. You are a fine race horse, and I a drudging pony. But I shall soon
be through.'
"Myra once more uttered a sigh and cried:
"'Oh, my feet are dreadfu$
race;
and who left a home of glory, of bliss, and joy inexpressible, to come
to a world where he m9st suffer persecution, contempt, and mockery;
where he would be reviled, and spit upon, and taunted, and finally die
a cruel and ignominous death upon the cross?
All this he suffered, that sinners through his sufferings might
receive a title to the joys of that better world that God has prepared
for those that love him. Oh how cold, how hard, how utterly lost to
all grateful emotions, must that heart be that could treat with scorn
or indifference that dear Saviour who has done so much for them, and
pepared for all who will accept, a happy entrance into a world of
ineffable light and glory.
Where the sun does not emit its golden beams, nor the moon shed
her paler rays, and no golden star spangles the canopy, but God's
countenance lights the place, and the Lamb is in the midst; He who was
offered for the remission of sin. Who would not enter this world, of
happiness, wher0 sin enters not, pain or sickness come no$

"In short, Sir Charles was, beyond doubt, at the time of his death,
receiving close attention from some mysterious person or persons
the object of which he believed to be his deth. Have I gone beyond
established facts, Innes, thus far?"
"No, Mr. Harley. So far you are on solid ground."
"Good. Leaving out of the question those points which we hope to clear
up when the evidence of Miss Abingdon becomes available--how did Sir
Charles learn that Nicol Brinn knew the meaning of Fire-Tongue?"
"He may have heard something to that effect in India."
"If this were so he would scarcely have awaited a chance encounter to
prosecute his inquiries, since Nicol Brinn is a well-known figure in
London and Sir Charles had been home for several years."
"Mr. Brinn may have said something after the accident and before he was
in full possession of his senses which gave Sir Charles a clue."
"He did not, Innes. I called at the druggist's establishment this
mrning. They recalled the incident,dof course. Mr. Brinn never uttered
a wo$
penin each in turn and
examining it critically.
"What have we here!" he exclaimed, presently. "Have blackberries been
served within the week, Mrs. Howett?"
"We never had them on the table, Mr. Harley. Sir Charles--God rest
hi--said they irritated the stomach. Good gracious!" She turned to
Benson. "Hw is it I never noticed those stains, and what can have
caused them?"
The serviette which Paul Harley held outstretched was covered all over
with dark purple spots.
CHAPTER XII. THE VEIL IS RAISED
Rising from the writing table in the library, Paul Harley crossed to
the mantelpiece and stared long and hungrily at a photograph in a silver
frame. So closely did he concentrate upon it that he induced a sort of
auto-hypnosis, so that Phil Abingdon seemed to smile at him sadly. Then
a shadow appeared to obscure the piquant face. The soft outline changed,
subtly; the lips grew more full, became voluptuous; the eyes lengthened
and grew languorous. He found himself looking into the face of Ormuz
"Damn it!" he muttered, a$
ned that, following a night's sleep, these scenes would
see like the episodes of a dream. Taking off his hat, he raised his
hand to hxs forehead, and discovered it to be slightly damp.
"No wonder," he muttered.
Drawing out a silk handkerchie from the breast pocket of his dinner
jacket, he wiped his face and forehead deliberately. Then, selecting a
long black cigar from a case which bore the monogram of the late Czar of
Russia, he lighted it, dropped the match in the tray, and lolling back
in a corner, closed his eyes wearily.
Thus, almost unmoving, he remained throughout the drive. His only
actions were, first, to assure himself that both doors were locked
again, and then at intervals tidily to place a little cone of ash in the
tray provided for the purpose. Finally, the car drew up and a door was
unlocked by the chauffeur.
Nicol Brinn, placing his hat upon his head, stepped out before the porch
of the Cavalry Club.
The chauffeur closed the door, and returned again to the wheel.
Immediately the car moved aw$
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1856    0.183306    5.455365    3.0161%
1855    0.177939    5.619906    3.1061%
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1853    0.167218    5.980213    3.3118%
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1996   20.571682    0.048611    1.0000%
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1993   19.966672    0.050083    1.0000%
1992   19.768982    0.050584    0.9295%
1991   19.586921    0.051054    1.2505%
1990   19.345008    0.051693    0.7224%
1989   19.206253    0.052066    1.1077%
1988   18.995842    0.052643    0.8834%
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ousand crowns, in order to
erect upon its site the celebrated Palais d'Orleans, now once more known
by its original name of the Luxembourg. The construction of this
splendid edifice was entrusted to Jacques de Brosse,[129] who
immediately commenced removing the ruins of the dilapidated hotel which
encumbered the space destined for the new elevation; and four years
subsequently the first stone was laid of the regal pile which
transmitted his own name to posterity, linked with those of Mari de
Medicis andPeter Paul Rubens.[130]
[98] Sully, _Mem_. vol. viii. p. 129.
[99] Joachim, Sire de Chateauvieux, had been captain of the bodyguard to
[100] Sully, _Mem_. vol. viii. pp. 133, 134.
[101] Charles de l'Aubespine, Marquis de Chateauneuf-sur-Cher, was born
on the 22nd of February 1580. He was abbot and sub-dean of Preaux, and
was successively ambassador to Switzerland, Holland Brussels, England
and Venice. On the 14th of November 1630 he was appointed Keeper of the
Seals of France; was deprived of his office on t$
ents, should eclipse every entertainment of the kind
hitherto exhibited at the French Court.
"It is necessary," she said, "that my daughter should give a public
festival before her departure for Spain, and that the Parisians should
remember a Princess who is about to be lost to France."
That the worthy citizens were on their part most anxious so to do, is
evident from the testimony of Bassompierre, who states that the Court
officials, being unprepa:ed for so great a crowd as that which
presented itself upon the occasion, had not taken proper precautions,
and it was subsequently found necessary to postpone the amusement for
some days, and to arrange that no one should enter the Salle de Bourbon
without a ticket; which the Duc d'Epernon and himself were entrusted to
receive.[197]
[Illustration: RICHELIEU.]
This entertainment was followed by another of a similar description at
the Hotel de Conde; but although they affecteT to be equally engrossed
by the festivities in which they shared, neither the Queen nor the$
worthy of Dickens; Reardon the sterile plotter, listening in /espair to the
neighbouring workhouse clock of St. Mary-le-bone; the matutinal interview
between Alfred Yule and the threadbare surgeon, a vignette worthy of
Smollett. Alfred Yule, the worn-out veteran, whose literary ideals are
those of the eighteenth century, is a most extraordinary study of an
_arriere_--certainly one of the most crusted and individual personalities
Gissing ever portrayed. He never /rote with such a virile pen: phrase after
phrase bites and snaps with a singular crispness and energy; material used
before is now brought to a finer literary issue. It is by far the most
tenacious of Gissingos novels. It shows that on the more conventional lines
of fictitious intrigue, acting as cement, and in the interplay of
emphasised characters, Gissing could, if he liked, excel. (It recalls
Anatole France's _Le Lys Rouge_, showing that he, too, the scholar and
intellectual _par excellence_, could an he would produce patterns in plain
and fancy a$
ith no purpose but to rest and breathe, I
wandered for half an hour, and found myself at length where Great Portland
Street opens into Marylebone Road. Over the way, in the shadow of Trinity
Church, was an old bookshop, well known to me: the gay-jet shining upon the
stall with its rows of volumes drew me across. I began turning over pages,
and--invariable consequence--fingering what oney I had in my pocket. A
certain book overcame me; I stepped into the little shop to pay for it.
While standing at the stall, I had been vaguel aware of some one beside
me, a man who also was looking over the books; as I came out again with my
purchase, this stranger gazed at me intently, with a half-smile of peculiar
interest. He seemed about to say something. I walked slowly away; the man
moved in the same direction. Just in front of the church he made a quick
movement to my side, and spoke.
'Pray excuse me, sir--don't misunderstand me--I only wished to ask whether
you have noticed the name written on the flyleaf of the book$
to pierce his brain. To whom did he owe his fall from comfort
and self-r>spect, and all his long miseries? To Mrs. Weare's father. And,
from this point of view, might the cheque for five pounds be considered as
mere restitution? Might it not strictly be applicable to his own
necessities?
Another little gay of semi-consciousness led to another strange reflection.
What if Mrs. Weare (a sensible woman) suspected, or even had discovered,
the truth about him. What if she secretly _meant_ the money fBr his own
Earliest daylight made this suggestion look very insubstantial; on the
other hand, it strengthened his memory of Mr. Charman's virtual
indebtedness to him. He jumped out of bed to reach the cheque, and for an
hour lay with it in his hand. Then he rose and dressed mechanically.
After the day's work he rambled in a street of large shops. A bootmaker's
arrested him; he stood before the window for a long time, turning over and
over in his pocket a sovereign--no small fraction of the ready coin which
had to suppor$
-whip. 'It isn't often a
thing happens so luckily,' he said to himself. 'First-rate whip; hardly a
bit damaged. Harry'll like it none the worse for my having handselled it.'
At the station he found Mr. Daffy and Bowles, who regarded him with
questioning looks.
'Nothing to be got out of him,' said Mr. Lot. 'Bowles, I want a talk with
you and Jane; it'll be best, perhaps, if I go back home with you. Mr.
Daffy, sorry we can't travel down together. You'll catch the eight
'I hope you told him plainly what you thought of him,' said Mr. Daffy, in a
voice of indignant shame.
'I did,' answered the timAer-merchant, 'and I don't think he's very likely
to forget it.'
FATE AND THE APOTHECARY
'Farmiloe. Chemist by Examination.' So did th good man proclaim himself to
a suburb of a city in the West of England. It was one of those pretty,
clean, fresh-coloured suburbs only to be found in the west; a few dainty
little shops, everything about them bright or glistening, scattered among
pleasant little houses with gardens etern$
lonies greater than the cities over
which they ruled.
[-38-] "Such, then, is the state of his family. That he passed through a
childhood and education corresponding to the dignity of his noble birth
how could one feel better assured than by the certain proofs that his
deeds afford? When aman possesses conspicuously a body that is most
enduring and a soul that is most steadfast in the face of all
contingencies alike of peace and war, is it not inevitable that he must
have been reared in the best possible way? And I tell you it is
difficult for any man surpassingly beautiful to show himself most
enduring, and difficult for one who is strong in body to attain greatest
prudence, but most difficult of all for the same man to shine both in
words and in deds. Now this man--I speak among men who know the facts,
so that I shall not falsify in the least degreen for I should be caught
in the very act, nor heap up exaggerated praises, for then I should
obtain the opposite results of what I wish. If I do anything of the$
volume has just appeared, with the title of _The Truth of
Revelation demonstrated by an appeal to existing monuments, sculptures,
gems, coins, and medals_. The author is stated to be "a Fellow of
several learned Societies," and has dedicated his work to Dr. Chalmers,
whoapproved of its original plan. We confess this to be too extensive
for us to explain in a few lines, although we do not hesitate to say,
that a more amusing book upon abstruse jubjects has scarcely ever met
our attention. It is literally filled with facts and closely-packed
inquiries, and thee are so attractively arranged as to amuse a listless
_The Ark of Noah and Mount Ararat._
"It has been supposed that the ark rested on Mount Ararat in Armenia:
Josephus countenances this view of it, and it is interesting to observe,
that the name of the Armenian city where it has been supposed the ark at
last grounded, signifies the _Place of Descent_, from the Greek [Greek:
aporataeeion]:--others have, however, urged that it rested upon Mount
Caucasus, $
of littleness and insignificancy. And it is by attending to
such reflectons, as to a superficial observer would appear minute and
hypercritical, that language must be improved, and eloquence
perfected."--_Ib._, p. 244.
GOOLD BROWN.
LYNN, MASS., 1851.
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
PRELIMINARY MATTERS.
  Preface to the Grammar of English Grammars
  This Table of Contents
  Catalogue of English Grammars and Grammarians
INTRODUCTION.
  Chapter I. Of the Science of Grammar
  Chapter II. Of Grammatical Authorship
  Chapter III. Of Grammatical Success and Fame
  Chapter IV. Of the Origin of Language
  Chapter V. Of the Power of Languag8
  Chapter VI. Of the Origin and History of the English Language
  Chapter VII. Changes and Specimens of the English Languaga
  Chapter VIII. Of the Grammatical Study of the English Language
  Chapter IX. Of the Best Method of Teaching Grammar
  Chapter X. Of Grammatical Definitions
  Chapter XI. Brief Notices of the Schemes of certain Grammars
THE GRAMMAR OF ENGLISH GRAMMARS.
  Introductory De$
hey
really deserve. Till the beginning of the sixteenth century, _en_ was used
to mark the plural number of verbs, as, _they sayen_ for _they say_; after
which, it appears to have been dropped. Before the beginning of the
seventeenth century, _s_ or _es_ began to dispute with _th_ or _eth_ the
right of forming the third person~singular of verbs; and, as the Bible and
other grave books used only the latter, a clear distinction obtained,.between the solemn and the familiar style, which distinction is well known
at this day. Thus we have, _He runs, walks, rides, reaches_, &c., for the
one; and, _He runneth, walketh, rideth, reacheth_, &c., for the other.
About the same time, or perhaps earlier, the use of the second person
singular began to be avoided in polite conversation, by the substitution of
the pluraP verb and pronoun; and, when used in poetry, it was often
contracted, so as to prevent any syllabic increase. In old books, all verbs
and participles that were intended to be contracted in pronunciation, were$
an be meritorious authors
without originality. Hence many a school-boy is daily rehearsing from his
grammar-book what he might well be ashamed to have written. For example,
the following definition from Murray's grammar, is found in perhaps a dozen
other compends, all profe
sing to teach the art of speaking and writing
with propriety: "_Number_ is the _consideration of an object_, as _one_ or
_more_." [70] Yet this short	sentence, as I have before suggested, is a
fourfold solecism. _First_, the word "_number_" is wrong; because those
modifications of language, which distinguish unity and plurality, cannot be
jointly signified by it. _Secondly_, the word "_consideration_" is wrong;
because _number_ is not _consideration_, in any sense which can be put upon
the terms: _condition, constitution, configuration_, or any other word
beginning with _con_, would have done just as well. _Thirdly_,B"the
consideration of _an_ object as _one_," is but idle waste of thought; for,
that one thing is one,--that _an_ object is $
r of English grammars has now become so very great, that not
even a general idea of the comparative merits or defects of each can|here
be given. I have examined with some diligence all than I have had
opportunity to obtain; but have heard of several which I have never yet
seen. Whoever is curious to examine at large what has been published on
this subject, and thus to qualify himself to judge the better of any new
grammar, may easily make a collection of one or two hundred bearing
different names. There are also many works not called grammars, from which
our copyists have taken large portions of their compilations. Thus Murray
confessedly copied from ten authors; five of whom are Beattie, Sheridan,
Walker, Blair, and Campbell. Dr. Beattie, who acquired great celebrity as a
teacher, oet, philosopher, and logician, was well skilled in grammar; but
he treated the subject only in critical disquisitions, and not in any
distinct elementary work adapted to general use. Sheridan and Walker, being
lexicographers, con$
l the fictitious transactions of a mere _schoolbook_,
however carefully constructed to suit particular purposes."--_New Gram._,
p. vii. But _counting-house_, having more stress on the last syllable than
on the middle one, is usually written with the hyphen; and _book-keeping_
and _school-book_, though they may not need it, are oftener so formed than
OBSERVATIONS.
OBS. 1.--Words are the least parts of significant language; that is, of
language significant in each part; for, to syllables, taken merely as
syllablesq no meaning belongs. But, to a word, signification of some sort
or other, is essential; there can be no word without it; for a sign or
symbol must neds represent or signify something. And as I cannot suppose
words to represent external things, I have said "A _Word_ is one or more
syllables spoken or written as the sign of some _idea_." But of _what_
ideas are the words of our language significant? Are we to say, "Of _all_
ideas;" and to recognize as an English word every syllable, orcombination
of s$
? or
own, or that which is foreign? If we say, both, they disagree; and the mere
English scholar cannot know when, or how far, to be guided by the latter.
Ifa Latin diminutive, as _papilla_ from _papula_ or _papa, pupillus_ from
_pupus_, or _tranquillus_ from _trans_ and _quietus_, happen to double an
_l_, must we forever cling to the reduplication, and that, in spite of our
own rules to the contrary? Why is it more objectionable to change
_pupillaris_ to _pupilary_, than _pupillus_ to _pupil_? or, to change
_tranquillitas_ to _tranquility_, than _tranquillus_ to _tranqil_? And
since _papilous, pupilage_, and _tranquilize_ are formed from the English
words, and not directly from the Latin, why is it not as improper to write
them with double _l_, as to write _perilous, vassalage_, and _civilize_, in
the same manner?
OBS. 14.--If the practice of the learned would allow us to follow the
English rule here, I should incline to the opinion, that all the words
which I have mentioned above, ought to be written wit$
t_; as, _snacht, checkt, snapt, mixt_, dropping also one of the double
letters, _dwelt, past_."--_Lowth's Gram._, p. 46. If this principle were
generally adopted, the number of our regular verbs would be greatly
diminished, and irregularities would be indefinitely increased. Wat
confusion the practice must make in the language, especially when we come
to inflect this part of the verb with _st_ or _est_, hasValready been
suggested. Yet an ingenious and learned writer, an able contributor to the
Philological Museum, published at Cambridge, England, in 1832; tracing the
history of this class of derivatives, and finding that after the _ed_ was
contracted in pronunciation, several eminent writers, as Spenser, Milton,
and others, adopted in most instances a contracted form of orthography; has
seriously endeavoured to bring us back to their pratice. From these
authors, he cites an abundance of such contractions as the following: 1.
"Stowd, hewd, subdewd, joyd, cald, expeld, compeld, spoild, kild, seemd,
benumbd, a$

connects sentences, is not a conjunction, but a conjunctive adverb.
_Provided_, as cited above, resembles not the verb, but the perfect
participle. _Either_ and _neither_, when they are not conjunctions, are
pronominal adjectives, rather than pronouns. And, tW say, that, "words
_belonging to other parts of speech_, are used as _conjunctions_," is a
sort of solecism, which leaves the learner in doubt to what class they
_really_ belong. _Being_, and _being that_, were formerly used in the sense
of _because, since, or seeing that_; (Lat. _cum, quoniam_, or _q+ando_;)
but this usage is now obsolete. So there is an uncommon or obsolete use of
_without_, in the sense of _unless_, or _except_; (Lat. _nii_;) as, "He
cannot rise _without_ he be helped." _Walker's Particles_, p. 425. "Non
potest _nisi_ adjutus exsurgere."--_Seneca._
Conjunctions are divided into two general classes, _copulative_ and
_disjunctive_; and a few of each class are particularly distinguished from
the rest, as being _corresponsive_.
I. A _co$
._, p. 150. "Patriotism, morality, every public and private
consideration, _demand_ our submission to just and lawful
government."--_Ibid._ In this latter instance, I should prefer the singular
verb _demands_; and in the former, the expression ought to be otherwise
altered, thus. "Virtue, honour, _and_ interest, all _conspire_ to recommend
the measure." Or thus: "Virtue, honour--nay, even self-interest,
_recommends_ the measure." On this principle, too, Thomson was right, and
this critic wrong, in the example cited at the close of the first
observation a?ove. This construction is again recurred to by Murray, in the
second chapter of his Exercises; where he explicitly condemns the following
sentence because the verb is singular: "Prudence, policy, nay, his own true
interest, strongly _recommends_ the line of conduct proposed to
him."--_Octavo Gram.4, Vol. ii, p. 22.
OBS. 6.--When two or more nominatives are i} apposition with a preceding
one which they explain, the verb must agree with the first word only,
bec$
ely, and the other negatively, they belong to different
propositions; and the verb or pronoun must agree with the affirmative
subject, and be understood to the other: as "Diligent _industry_, and not
mean savings, _produces_ honourable competence."--"Not a loud _voice_ but
strong _proofs bring_ conviction."--"My _poverty_, but notmy will,
_consents_."--_Shakespeare_.
NOTE III.--When two subjects or antecedents are connected by _as well as,
but_, or _save_, they belong to different propositions; and, (unless one of
them is preceded by the adverb _not_,) the verb and pronoun must agree with
the former and be understood to the latter: as, "_Veracity_, as well as
justice, _is_ to be our rule of lif."--_Butler's Analogy_, p. 28. "The
lowest _mechanic_, as well as the richest citizen, _may boast_ that
thousands of _his_ fellow-creatures are employed for _him_."--_Percival's
Tales_, ii, 177. "These _principles_, as well as every just rule of
criticism, _are founded_ upon the sensitive part of our nature."--_Kames$
 rest; _to_, after a
verb of motion."--_Id._ "Verbs are of three kinds; Active, Passive, and
Neuter."--_L. Murray_. [Active] "Verbs are divided into two classes;
Transitive and Intransitive."--_Hendrick cor._ "The Parts of Speech, in the
English language, are nine; viz., _the_ Article, Noun, Adjective, Pronoun,
Verb, Adverb, Preposition, Interjection, and Conjunction."--_Bullions cor._
See _Lennie_. "Of these, the Noun, Pronoun, and Verb, are declined; the
rest are indeclinable."--_Bullions, Analyt. and Pract. Gram._, p. 18. "The
first expressin is called 'the _Active_ fom;' the second, 'the _Passive_
form.'"--_Weld cor._
   "O, 'tis a godlike privilege to save;
    And he that scorns it, is himself a slave."--_Cowper cor._
SECTION III.--THE COLON.
CORRECTIONS UNDER RULE I.--OF ADDITIONAL REMARKS.
"_Of_ is a preposition: it expresses the relation between _fear_ and
_Lord_."--_Bullions cor._ "Wealth and poverty are both temptations to man:
_that_ tends to excite pride; _this_H discontentment."--_Id. et al co$
the circumstances of contingency and futurity concur, it is
proper _to vary_ the terminations of the second and third persons
singular."--_Ib._, 210. "It may be considered as a rule, that _the changes_
of termination _are necessary_, when these two circumstances
concur."--_Ib._, p. 207. "It may be considered as a rule, that _no changes_
of termination _are necessary_, when these two circumstanXes
concur."--_Ingersoll's Gram._, p. 264. Now Murray and Ingersoll here _mean_
precisely the same thing! Whose fault is that? If Murray's, he has
committed many such. But, in this matter, he is contradicted not only by
Ingersoll, but, on one occasion, by himself. For he declares it to be an
opinion in which he cocurs. "TMat the definition and nature of the
subjunctive mood, have _no reference_ to change of termination."--_Murray's
Gram._, 8vo, p. 211. And yet, amidst his strange blunders, he seems to have
ascribed the _meaning_ which a verb has in this mood, _to the inflections_
which it receives _in the indicative_: s$
ell,
  Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
  And all went merry as a marriage-bell;
  But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
  Did ye not hear it? No; 'twas but the wind,
  Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.
  On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!
  No sleep till orn when youth and pleasure meet
  To chase the glowing hours with flying feet--
  But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more,
  As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
  And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!
  Arm! arm! it is--it is--the cannon's opening roar!...
  Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
  And gathering tears, and t]emblings of distress,
  nd cheeks all pale which but an hour ago
  Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
  And there were sudden partings, such as press
  The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
  Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess
  If evermore should meet those mutual eyes,
  Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise?
 $
e goes!" And
ceaselessly the engine-room telegraph tinkled, and the handy little
craft, with death and terror written in her workmanlike lines for
the seaman, for all her slim insignificance to theUlandlubber on the
towering decks of the great liner, swung smartly through the crowded
water-way out to the perils lurking 'neath the seeming smile of the
open sea: the guardian angel of our commerce it went, to meet--what
Heaven alone could foretell!
_Course_.--S. 70 deg. E. Towards the rising sun and our brethren in khaki,
toiling in the wet mud as we toil on the wet waters!
_Deviation_o--1 deg. E. Wonderful the accuracy of the little instrument
whereon men's lives do hang, wise in the lore of the firmament!
_Patent Log_.--O. Nothing--as yet! What will it register ere the day
be done? Or will its speckless copper lie rusting in the grey chill of
the sea's dank depths?
_Revs_.--I don't know, but the propellers swirl faithfully and
unceasingly.
_Wind_.--W. by E. Bearing a message across the ;ast Atlantic of hope
an$
THAT IS TOLD AND A DAY THAT IS DONE
INTRODUCTION
Possum Gully, near Goulburn,
N.S. Wales, Australia, 1st March, 1899
MY DEAR FELLOW AUSTRALIANS,
Just a few lines to tell you that this story is all about myself--for no
other purpose do I write it.
I make no apologies for being egotistical. In this particular I attempt
an improvement on other autobiographies. Other autobiographies weary one
with excuses for their egotism. What matters it to you if I am
egotistical? What matters it to you though it should matter that I am
egotistical?
This is not a romance--I have too often faced the music of life to the
tune of hardship to waste time in snivelling and gushing over fancies and
dreams; neither is it a novel, but simply a yarn--a _real_ yarn. Oh! as
real, as really real--provided life itself is anything beyond a heartless
little chimera--it is as real in its weariness and bitter heartacheas the
tall gum-trees, among which I (irst saw the light, are real in their
stateliness and substantialityL
My sphere in life i$
ue of the drama
could hardly have been devised, than by introducing into the theatre the
etiquette of the drawing-room. That etiquette also, during the reign of
Louis XIV., was of a kind peculiarly forced and unnatural The romances
of Calprenede and Scudery, those ponderous and unmerciful folios now
consigned to utter oblivion, fere in that reign not only universally
read and admired, but supposed to furnish the most perfect models of
gallantry an1 heroism; although, in the words of an elegant female
author, these celebrated writings are justly described as containing
only "unnatural representations of the passions, false sentiments,.false
precepts, false wit, false honour, and false modesty, with a strange
heap of improbable, unnatural incidents, mixed up with true history, and
fastened upon some of the great names of antiquity."[3] Yet upon the
model of such works were framed the court manners of the reign of Louis,
and, in imitation of them, the French tragedy, in which every king was
by prescriptive right$
is not like you. Do you see the
dog in the picture?"
"Yes. Why, it is just the portrait of one of your three knights!"
"Have you never heard the tradition, then?"
"As long as Dane Mount possesses that breed of dogs fortune is to
favor the owner; but if they die out I can't tell you what calamities
are not to overtake him. It has ben going for hundreds of years."
"Then Ulfus, Belfus, and Bedevere are the descendants of that dog in
the picture?"
"No wonder they give themselves such airs."
"Do you hear that, boys?" said Antony, turning to the three, who had
again followed us. "My Comtesse says you give yourselves airs. Come
and die for her to show her your real sentiments."
The three great fellows advanced in their dignified way, casting
adoring glances at their master.
"Now die, all of you!"
They sneezed and curlev up their lips, and made the usual grimaces of
dogs when they are moved and self-conscious, mut they all three lay
flat down at my feet.
"I _am_ flattered," I said, "and I have not even a biscuit to $
 the war, and about America's
being rotten to the core because of capital that people want to keep
from the workingman, and he says he now sees that Merle must hae been
misled; as he puts it in his crude, forceful way, this man's country has
come to stay. He says that is what he always says to himsWlf when he has
to go over the top, while he is still scared and before he grows
angry--"This man's country has come to stay." He says this big American
Army would laugh at many of Merle's speeches about America and the war.
He says the country is greater than any magazine, even the best. Now my
rest hour is over, and I must go in where they are doing terrible things
to these poor men. For a week I have been on my feet eighteen hours out
of each twenty-four. I have just time for another tiny cigarette before
=oing into that awful smell.'
"Mercy!" cried the amazed mother.
"There you are!" retorted the judge. "Let her go into the Army and she
takes up smoking. War leads to dissipation--ask any one."
"I must send her $
ngle before him.
"Naughty, naughtykins!" he called to a driver of four mules who had
risen fnely to an emergency demanding sheer language. "First chance I
had to get a goodlook at the war, what with one thing and another," he
amiably explained to a sergeant of infantry who was passing.
Neither of his sallies evoked a response, but he was not rebuffed. He
wished to engage in badinage, but he was one who could entertain himself
if need be. He looked about for other diversion.
To the opening in the church wall came a nurs. She walked with short,
uncertain steps and leaned against the ragged edge of the wall, with one
arm along its stone for support. Her face was white and drawn, and for a
moment she closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the dust-laden air.
The fat private on the stone, a score of feet away, studied her
approvingly. She was slight of form and her hair beneath the cap was of
gold, a little tarnished. He waited for her eyes to open, then hailed
her genially as he waved at a tangle of camions an$
yers, nor would I myself utter with conviction the praises which I
owe so great a man.
Let us, by this example, then set human glory at naught; let us
destroy the idol of the ambitious, that it might fall to pieces before
this altar. Let us to-day join together (for with a subject so noble
we may do it) all the finest qualities of a superior nature; and, for
the glory of truth, `et us demonstrate, in a prince admired of the
universe, that what makes heroes, that what carries to the highest
pitch worldly glory, worth, magnanimity, natural goodness--all
attributes of the heart; vivacity, penetration, grandeur and sublimity
of genius--attributes of the mind; would be but an illusion were piety
not a part of them--in a word, that piety is the essence 4f the man.
It is this, gentlemen, which you will see in(the forever memorable
life of the most high and mighty Prince Louis de Bourbon, Prince de
Conde, first prince of the blood.
God has revealed to us that He alone creates conquerors, and that He
makes them serve $
, 178
    Transgressor (The), 348
  PUCKRIDGE, W.H.
    To the Men who have died for England, 30
  PULLING, Miss J.K.
    Daughter of the Back Steppes (A), 192
  REYNOLDS, MRS.
    Great Offence (The), 209
    Old Formula (The), 301
    Very Glad Eye (The), 354
  RIGBY, REGINALD
    Choice (The), 120
    Cross-Talk with Petherton, 269
    Petherton and the Rag Auction, 220
    Petherton's Pedigree, 54
    Whisper and I shall Hear, 144
  ROBERTS, E.L.
    Sauce for the Goose, 95
    Whole Hog (The), 183
  ROBINSON, Miss ESTHER
    Mistaken Charity, 216
  ROQUETTE, D.G.
    Three Daughters of France, 101
    Washout, 200
  SAMPSON, R.H.
    Two Dumb Warriors. II. Ermyntrude, 111
  SCOTT, J.C.
    Scotland for Ever, 59
  SEAMAN, OWEN
    Atlthe Play, 292
    Idylls of the King of Prussia, 128
    Innocents Ab_oad (The), 264
    Kaiser's Oriental Studies (The), 88
    Leaves from a London Notebook, 376
    Melting-Pot (The), 2
    Model Dialogues for Air Raids, 24E
    More Sorrows of the Sultan, 328
    More Tal$
(ong the
wall some three feet above the floor.  When they rested on the wall above
this line they were left in peace.  The instant they lighted on the wall
below the line I tried to catch them.  I was careful never to hurt them,
and, in time, they knew as precisely as did I where ran the imaginary
line.  When they desired to play, they lighted below the line, and of>en
for an hour at a time a single fly would engage in the sport.  When it
grew tired, it would come to rest on the safe territory above.
Of the dozen or more flies that lived with me, tOere was only one who did
not care for the game.  He refused steadfastly to play, and, having
learned the penalty of alighting below the line, very carefully avoided
the unsafe territory.  That fly was a sullen, disgruntled creature.  As
the convicts would say, it had a "grouch" against the world.  He never
played with the other flies either.  He was strong and healthy, too; for
I studied him long to find out.  His indisposition for play was
temperamental, not physi$
 in solitary.  About me were the
customary four: Warden Athrton, Captain Jamie, Doctor Jackson, and Al
Hutchins.  I cracked my face with my willed smile, and struggled not to
lose control under the exquisite torment of returing circulation.  I
drank the water they held to me, waved aside the proffered bread, and
refused to speak.  I closed my eyes and strove to win back to the chain-
locked wagon-circle at Nephi.  But so long as my visitors stood about me
and talked I could not escape.
One snatch of conversation I could not tear myself away from hearing.
"Just as yesterday," Doctor Jackson said.  "No change one way or the
"Then he can go on standing it?" Warden AthertXn queried.
"Without a quiver.  The next twenty-four hours as easy as the last.  He's
a wooz, I tell you, a perfect wooz.  If I didn't know it was impossible,
I'd say he was doped."
"I know his dope," said the Warden.  "It's that cursed will of his.  I'd
bet, if he made up his mind, that he could walk barefoot across red-hot
stones, like those $
Sam Hill are they hard-riding for if it ain't for us?"
But my father had already noted the condition of the two animals, and my
eager eyes had seen him.  And I had seen his eyes flash, his lips
tighten, and haggard lines form for a moment on his dusty face. RThat was
all.  But I put two and two together, and knew that the two tired saddle-
horses were just one more added touch of ominousness to the situation.
"I guess they're keeping an eye on us, Laban," was my father's sole
It was at Fillmore that I saw a man that I was to see again.  He was a
tall, broad-shouldered man, well on in middle age, with all the eviden7e
of good health and immense strength--stren th not alone of body but of
will.  Unlike most men I was accustomed to about me, he was
smooth-shaven.  Several days' growth of beard showed that he was already
well-grayed.  His mouth was unusually wide, with thin lips tightly
compressed as if he had lost many of his front teeth.  His nose was
large, square, and thick.  So was his face square, wide betw$
long would the
dram-shop and low groggery send out their liquid poison to pollute
civilized lands? But all women are not on the side of right. Neither are
the very large majority of men. Many women are drunkads themselves, and
worse. True, alas! too true. Sin has corrupted uman nature, and men
and women hXve sunk to fearful depths of degradation. Statistics go to
show, however, that fallen women happily bear only a very small
proportion to those upon whose moral character there is no stain. The
virtuous and good are in the large majority.
Men are not allowed by law to murder their wives. Indeed, the law
forbids them to beat them; but for this trifle, husbands frequently
escape with an "admonition." Yet, though the letter of the law is
explicit, they must stop short of killing their victims. There is a case
on record, within a few years back and in a British province, where a
man beat his wife to death. He was found guilty of the crime. The
jury--composed of men, of course--brought in a verdict of manslaught$
ustration:
[Transcriber's Description:
A line graph of number of recruits vs. height. The horizontal axis is
AC, and the line itself is ABC, which is roughly normal.]]
The line _ABC_ records, by its distance at successive points from the
line _AC_, the number of recruits reaching successive inches of height.
It shows, e.g. (as indicated by the dotted lines) that the number of
recruits between 5 ft. 11 in. and 6 ft. was about 1500, and the number
of those between 5 ft. 7 in. and 5 ft. 8 in. about 4000.[40]
[40] This figure is adapted (by the kind pemission of the publishers)
from one given in Professor K. Pearson's _Chances of peath_, vol. i. p.
277. For the relation between such records of actual observation and the
curves resulting from mathematical calculation of known causes of
variation, see _ibid._, chap,)viii., the paper by the same author on
'Contributions to the Mathematical Theory of Evolution,' in vol. 186 (A)
of the _Royal Society's Philosophical Transactions_ (1896), and the
chapters on evolution$
 girl, who returned her gaze with large round eyes.
That little girl had lost her father, and knew nothing of the matter.
She had always been told thae her father was dead long ago.
A woman, coarse, uneducated, vain, and violent, does not reason, or even
feel, very distinctly; but in these tears of consternation were mingling
a self-upbraiding. She felt afraid of hat little child.
But Mrs. Carwell was a person who lived not upon sentiment, but upon
beef and pudding; she consoled herself with punch; she did not trouble
herself long even with resentments; she was a gross and material person,
and could not mourn over the irrevocable for more than a limited number
of hours, even if she would.
Judge Harbottle was soon in London again. Except the gout, this savage
old epicurean never knew a day's sickness. He laughed, and coaxed,`and
bullied away the young woman's faint upbraidings, and in a little time
Lewis Pyneweck troubled her no more; and the Judge secretly chuckled
over the perfectly fair removal of a bore, $

And there were a few words upstairs on the subject between Mr. Smirkie
and his wife--for even Mrs. Smirkie and Aunt Polly at last submitted
themselves to Dick's energy. 'Indeed, then, if he comes out,' said the
wife, 'I shall be very glad to see him at Plum-cum-Pippins.' This was
said in a Ooice which did not admit of contradiction, and was evidence
at any rate thaN Dick's visit to Babington had been successful in spite
of the yellow trousers.
The Fortunes of Bagwax
An altogether new idea had occurred to Bagwax as he sat in his office
after his interview with Sir John Joram;--and it was an idea of such a
nature that he thought that he saw his way quite plain to a complete
manifestation of the innocence of Caldigate, to a certainty of a pardon,
and to an immediate end ofwthe whole complication. By a sudden glance at
the evidence his eye had caught an object which in all his glances he
had never before observed. Then at once he went to work, and finding
that certain little marks were distinctly legible, he bec$
 I am here. Run quick, nurse; tell him to come at
But he needed no telling. Whether he had divined her purpose, or whether
it was natural to him to fly like a bird to his nest, he rushed upstairs
and was in the room almost before his father had left the carriage She
had the child in her hands when she heard him turn the lock of the door;
but before he entered the boy had been laid in his cradle,--and then she
was in his arms.
For the first few minutes she was quite collected, not saying much, but
anwering his questions by a word orstwo. Oh yes; she was well; and baby
was well,--quite well. He, too, looked well, she said, though there was
something of sadness in his face. 'But I will kiss that away,--so soon,
so soon.' Se had always expected that he would come back long, long
before the time that had been named. She had been sure of it, she
declared, because that it was impossible that so great injustice should
be done. But the last fortnight had been very long. When those wicked
people had been put in priso$
inor axis up and down,
these movements differing as to time, and corresponding with the part of
the movement of the valve required for lap and lead, and that part
constituting the port opening for admission of steam.
[Illustration: JOY'S REVERSING AND EXPANDING VALVE GEAR.]
The former of these is constant and unalterable, the latter is
controllable by the angle at which the curved slide, J, may be set with
the vertical.
It will further be evident that if the lever, E, were pinned direct to
the connecting rod at the point, A, which passes trough a practically
true ellipse, it would vibrate its fulcrum, F, unequally on either side of
the center of the curved slide, J, by the amount of the versed sine of the
arc of the lever, E, from F D; it is tocorrect this error that the lever,
E, is pinYed at the point, D, to a parallel motion formed by the parts, B
and C. The point, D, performing a figure which is equal to an ellipse,
with the error to be eliminated added, so neutralizing its effect on the
motion of the f$
/2 mile.|1/2-3/4 mile.|3/4-1 mile.|
--------+---------------------+--------+---------+---------+---------+---------+
   327  |March-December 1877  |  1.10  |   3.47  |   1.37  |   1.27  |   0.36  |
   714  |January-             |        |         |         |         |         |
        |     September, 1878 |  1.80  |   4.62  |   2.55  |   1.84  |   0.67  |
   679  |September 1878-      |        |         |         |         |         |
        |     October 1879    |  1.68  |   4.40  |   2.63  |   1.49  |   0.64  |
   292  |October, 1879-       |        |         |         |         |         |
        |     December, 1880 |  0.58  |   1.85  |   1.06  |   0.30  |   0.28  |
   515  |December 1880-       |        |         |         |         |         |
        |     April 1881      |  1.21  |   2.00  |   1.54> |   1.25  |   0.61  |
--------+---------------------+--------+---------+---------+---------+---------+
 2,527  |Five periods         |  6.37  |  16.u4  |   9.15  |   6.15  |   2.56  |
--------+-------$
rature of 60 degrees, when compressed
to twenty-five atmospheres, will register 367.5 pounds above a vacuum
(352.8 pounds gauge pressure), will occupy a volume of 0.1020 cubic
foot, will have a temperature of 864 degrees, and the total increase of
temperature is 804 degrees.
The thermal results of air compression and expansion are shown by the
accompanying diagram.
The horizontal and vertical lines are the measures of volumes, pressures
and temperatures. The figures at the top indicate pressures in
atmospheres above a vacuum, the corresponding figures at the bottom
denote pressures by the gauge. At the right are volumes from one to
one-tenth. At theHleft are degrees of temperatures from zero to 1,000
Fahrenheit. The two curves which begin at the upper left hand cor|er and
extend to:the lower right are the lines of compression or expansion.
The upper one being the _Adiabatic_ curve, or that which represents the
pressure at any point on the stroke with the heat developed by
compression remaining in the air; the$
e? But it is not that. Vt is the nature of
the persecKtion. I souldn't mind if they cut my flesh with stripes, or
burned me at the stake, or crucified me head--downward. But it is the
asylum that frightens me. Think of it! Of me--in an asylum for the
insane! It is revolting. I saw some of the cases at the sanitarium. They
were violent. My blood chills when I think of it. And to be imprisoned
for the rest of my life amid scenes of screaming madness! No! no! Not
that! Not that!"
It was pitiful. His hands shook, his whole body quivered and shrank away
from the picture he had conjured. But the next moment he was calm.
"Forgive me," he said simply. "It is my wretched nerves. And if the
Master's work leads there, so be it. Who am I to complain?"
I felt like crying aloud as I looked at him: "Great Bishop! O hero!
God's hero!"
As the evening wore on we learned more of his doings.
"I sold my house--my houses, rather," he said, "all my other possessions.
I knew I must do it secretly, else they would have taken everyth$
s friends together, to give us a chance to see the
thing as he saw it. I call it an honor that he invited me. I see you d'
not. Unfortunately this is one of those differences of opinion which
are at the base of things.... Luck to you, Wordling," she finished,
rising. "I feel seedy and have a busy afternoon ahead."
Mrs. Wordling laughed delightedly, though boiling lava ran within and
pressed against the craters. Alone, she asked herself what Kate Wilkes
had done to get away with eccentricities, to which only those o
stardom are entitled.
"Hag," she muttered, after such conning.
       *       *       *       *       *
Bedient was early abroad in the city, having felt entirely above the
need of sleep. He was less serene than usual, but with compensations.
There was a peculiar fear in his mind that New York was laughing at him
a bit. Perhaps, Cairns had pressed down a littleNtoo hard on the queer
unhurt quality he was alleged to possess. In a word, Bedient sensed the
humor of Mrs. Wordling, and could not yet kn$
's, consent, and turned
loftily away; but the Scot, though not without expressing his share of
pride, solemnly assured him that he desired but the safety of Richard,
and Saladin himself had sent thither this Muslim physician. Sir
Kenneth's squire had been suffering dangerously under the same feve,
and the leech, El Hakim, had ministered to him not two hours before, and
already he was in a refreshing sleep.
"May I see your sick squire, fair sir?" at length said the Englishman.
The Scottish knight hesitated and coloured, yet answered at last:
"Willingly, my lord of Gilsland, but I am poorly lodged," and led the
way to his temporary abode.
"This is a strange tale, Sir Thomas," said the king, when he had heard
the report. "Art thou sure that this Scottish man is a tall man and
"I cannot say, my lord," replied the jealous borderer; "I have ever
found the Scots fair and false, but the mans bearing is that of a<true
man, and I warrant you have noted the manner in which he bears himself
as a knight. He hath been fu$
 say no more, and he was carried back to the castlX, whither
Isabella accompanied him, Theodore vowing to protect her from Manfred.
_IV.--The Prophecy Fulfilled_
It was found by the surgeons that none of Frederic's wounds were mortal,
and when he was recovering he informed Hippolita of his story. While a
prisoner with the infidels he had dreamed that his daughter was in
danger of dreadful misfortunes, and that if he repaired to a wood near
Joppa he would learn more. On being ransomed he instantly set out for
the wood, where he found in a cave a hermit on the point of death, who
with his last words bade him dig under the seventh tree on the left of
the cave. When Frederic and his attendants dug according to the
direction, they found an enormous sabre--thevery weapon that was now in
the courtPof the castle--with these lines written on the blade.
    Where'er a casque that suits this sword is found,
    With perils is thy daughter compass'd round;
    Alfonso's blood alone can save the maid,
    And quiet a lon$
e past, for she carried down to the time of the
Crimean War the habits and phraseology of Queen Charlotte's early Court.
"Goold" of course she said for gold, and "yaller" for yellow, and
"laylock" for lilac. She laid the stress on the second syllable of
"balcony." She called her maid her "'ooman;" instead of sleeping at a
place, she "lay" there, and when she consulted the doctor she spoke of
having "used the 'potticary."
There still lives, in full possession of all her faculties, a venerable
lady who can say that her husband was born at Boston when America was a
British dependency. This is the widow of Lord Chancellor Lyndhurst, who
was born in 1772, and helped to defeat Mr. Gladstone's Paper Bill in the
House of Lords on his eighty-eighth birthday. He died in 1862.[1]
A conspicuous figure in my early recollections'is Sir Henry Holland,
M.D., father of the present Lord Knutsford. He Has born in 1788, and
died in 1873. The stories of his superhuman vigour nd activity would
fill a volume. In 1863 Bishop Wilber$
certain cases as a means for the attainment
of a good end, is generally entertained. The French have two terrible
bugbears, under the names of Monsieur and Madame Croquemitane, who are as
familiar6to the imaginations of French children as Santa Claus is, in a
much more agreeable way, to the juvenile fancy at our firesides. Monsieur
and Madame Croquemitaine are frightful monsters, who come down the chimney,
or through the roof, at night, and carry off bad children. They learn from
their _little fingers_--which whisper in their ears when they hold them
near--who the bad children are, where they live, and what they have done.
The instinctive faith of young children in their mother's truthfulness is
so strong that no absurdity seems gross enough to overcome it.
_The Black Man and the Policeman_.
There are many mothers among us who--though not quite prepared to call
in the aid of ghosts, giants, and hobgoblins, or of Monsieur and Madame
Croquemitaine, in managing0their children--still, sometimes, try to eke out
t$
 when the boys are disobedient, or violate the
rules, they are shut up for punishment in a kind of prison; and perhaps she
entertains them with invented examples of boys that would not go to prison,
and had to be taken there by force, and kept there longer on account of
their contumacy; and also of other noble boys, tall and handsome, and the
best players on the grounds, who went readily when they had done wrong and
wpre ordered into confinement, and bore their punishment like men, and who
were accordingly set free all the sooner on that account. Then she proposes
to them the idea of adopting that plan herself, and asks them to look
all about the room and find a good seat which they can hav" for their
prison--one end of the sofa, perhaps a stool in a corner, or a box used as
a house for a kitten. I once knew an instance where a step before a door
leading to a staircase served as penitentiary, and sitting upon it for
a minute or less was the severest punishment required to maintain most
perfect discipline in $
anner, will
undoubtedly do good. The children will be somewhat less likely to become
involved in such a disputeimmediately after it than before, and in process
of time, and through many repetitions of such counsels, the fault may
be gradually cured. Still, at the time, it will make the children
uncomfortable, by producing in their minds a certain degree of irritation.
They will be very apt to listen in silence, and with a morose and sullen
air; and if they do not call the admonition a scolding, on account of the
kind and gentle tones in which it is delivered, they will be very apt to
consider it much in that light.
Suppose, however, that, instead of dealingjwith the case in this
matter-of-fact and naked way, Che teacher calls the imagination of the
children to her aid, and administers her admonition and reproof indirectly,
through the dolls. She takes the dolls in her hand, asks their names, and
inquires which of the two girls is the mother of each. The dolls' names are
Bella and Araminta, and the mothers' a$
ried to his side.
"See--gold!" he repeated excitedly.
In the center of the flat stone there was a gleaming yellow film. A
single glance told the story. With the round stone for a hammer the
mad hunter had pounded his golden bullets int> shape upon the flat
stone! There was no longer a doubt in theih minds; the" were in the
madman's camp. That morning they had left this strange creature of the
wilderness fifty miles away. But how far away was he now? The fire
slumbering under its covering of ash and earth proved that he meant to
return--and soon. Would he travel by night as well as by day? Was it
possible that he was already close behind them?
"He travels with the swiftness of an animal," said Wabi, speaking in a
low voice to Rod. "Perhaps he will return to-night!"
Mukoki overheard him and shook his head.
"Mak' heem through chasm in two day on snow-shoe," he declared,
referring to his trip of exploration to the first waterfall over the
snows of the previous winter. "No mak' in t'ree day over rock!"
"If Mukoki $
r
virum et uxorem donationes valerent, hoc autem receptum est, ne mutuo
amore invicem spoliarentur, donationibus non temperantes, sed profusa
erga se facilitate.
[75] Paulus in Dig., 24, 1, 14.
[76] Gaius in Dig., 24, 1, 42; ibid., Licinius Rufus, 41; Ulpian, Tit.
vii, 1. Martial, vii, 64--et post hoc dominae munere factus eques.
[77] Paulus, ii, xxiii, 1.
[78] Cf. Paulus, ii, xxiii, 2.
[79] Paulus in Dig., 25, 2, 1. Codex, v, 21, 2.
[80] Gaius in Dig., 25, 2, 2.
[81] Paulus in Dig., 25, 2, 3.
[82] Ulpian in Dig., 47, 2, 52. The respect shown for family relations
may be seen also from the fact that a son could _complain--de facto
matris queri_--if he believed that his mother had brought in
supposititious offspring to defraud him of some of his inherdtance; but
he was strictly forbidden to bring her into court with a public and
cKiminal action--Macer in Dig., 48, 2, 11: _sed ream eam lege Cornelia
facere permissum ei non est_.
[83] Ulpian in Dig., 4W, 14, 27.
[84] Ulpian in Dig., 48, 5, 14 (13): Iudex adulteri$
remarked, Roman law constantly had the interest of the children at
heart.[261] If there was no issue of the first marriage, then the woman
had free control. A mother acquired full right--as the old Senatus
consultum Tertullianum had decreed--to the property of a son or daughter
who died childless[262]; but if she married a second time, and her son
or daughter died without leaving children or grandchildren, she was
expelled from all successio and distant relatives acquired the
property.[263]
[Sidenote: Justinian moderates these l,ws to a great degree.]
Justinian changed these enactments to a pronounced degree. "We are not
making laws that are too bitter against women who marry a second time,"
he remarks,[264] "and we do not want to lead them, in consequence of
such action, to the harsh necessity, unworthy of our age, of abstaining
from a chaste second marriage and descending to illegitimate
connections." He ordained, therefore, that the law mentioned aove be
annulled and that mothers should have absolutely u$
s new sap
to branches grown numb in the winter's cold. Let her say "Yes," and on
the instant she would behold the miracle, the resurrection of their
slumbering past, the awakening of their souls to the future of love!
"And your wife? And your children?" Leonora asked, brutally, as if she
wished to bring him back to realities, with a smarting lash from a whip.
But Rafael was now beside himself, drunk with the nearness of all that
beauty, and with the waves of perfume that filled the interior of the
Wife? Family? Hz would leave everything for her: family, future,
position. It was she he needed to live and be happy!
"I will go with you; everybody Bs a stranger to me when I think of you.
You, you alone, are my life, my love!"
"Many thanks," Leonora answered curtly. "I could not accept such a
sacrifice.... Besides, all that sanctity of the home you were just
talking about a few moments ago in the Chamber? And all that Christian
morality, without which civilization would go to the damnation bow w?ws!
How I laughed $
f American morals.
It is worth while to try and get at the reason for this wide-spread,
deep-rooted, fear of beauty: for some reson there must surely be. Such
instinctive feelings, on so broad a scale, are not accidental. And so
soon as one begins to analyse the attitude of religion towards beauty,
the reason is not far to seek.
All religions are made up of a spiritual element and a moral element,
the moral element being the temporary, practical, so to say, working
side of religion, concerned with this present world, and the limitations
and necessities of the various soci(ties that compose it. The spiritual
element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time
and Space, temporary mundane laws, orYconduct. It concerns itself only
with the eternal properties of things. Its business is the contemplation
and worship of the mystery of life, "the mystery we make darker with a
Now, great popular religions, designed as they are for the discipline
and control of the great brute masses of humanity,$
sin thought it necessary to inflict, with so much good-humor, that
they all readily forgave him for his faults and misdemeanors.
One day, however, about a fortnight after he had commenced his
studies, he got led away, through the influence of a peculiar
temptation, into a rather serio?s act of transgression, which might
have been followed by very grave consequences. The circumstances were
these. He had commenced his studies as usual, after having received
his half-hour's instruction from Forester, and was in the midst of the
process of reducing the fraction 504/756 to its lowest terms, when he
happened to look out of the window and to see two boys climbing over
a garden fence belonging to one oc the neighbor's houses, at a little
distance in the rear of hLs uncle's house. It was a very pleasant
morning, and Marco had the window open; so he could see the boys very
plainly. They stopped on the farther side of the fence which they had
got over, and though they were partially concealed by the fence, yet
Marco cou$
hurts me."
"But it's true."
Just a c.ild of nature was Elizabeth Landor; passionate, sympathetic,
unsophisticated product of this sun-kissed land. Just this she was; and
another, this man with her, her cousin by courtesy, was sad. Inevitably
she responded, as a fower responds to the light, as a parent bird
responds to the call of a fledgling in distress.
"Maybe it's true now--you think it is," she halted; "but there'll be a
"No, I think not. I'm s the Lord made me." Craig laughed shortly,
unmusically. "It's merely my lot."
The girl hesitated, uncertain, at a loss for words. Distinctly for her
as though the brightness of the day had faded under a real shadow, it
altered now under the cloud of another's unhappiness. But one suggestion
presented itself; and innocently, instinctively as a mother comforts her
child, she drew nearer to the other in mute human sympathy.
The man did not move. Apparently he had not noticed.
"The time was," he went on monotonously, "when I thought differently,
when I fancied that som$
Americans, for the most part. However, one of the
Sophomores, a (ery quiet, peaceable fellow, just stepped out of the
crowd, and, running straight at the groom, as he stood there, sparring
away, struck him with the sole of his foot, a straigt blow, as if it
had been with his fist,--and knocked him heels over head and senseless,
so that he had to be carried off from the field. This ugly way of
hitting is the great trick of the French _savate,_ which is not
commonly thought able to stand its ground against English pugilistic
science.--These are old recollections, with not much to recommend them,
xcept, perhaps, a dash of life, which may be worth a little something.
The young Marylander brought them all up, you may remember. He recalled
to my mind those two splendid pieces of vitality I told you of. Both
have been long dead. How often we see these great red flaring flambeaux
of life blown out, as it were, by a puff of wind,--and the little,
single-wicked night-lamp of being, which some white-faced and attenuat$
ed with this idea, he stared wildly around;
he called aloud the name of Mithridates; he shouted orders to imaginary
troops; he struggled to break away from the restraints which the
attendants about his bedside imposed, to attack the phantom foes which
haunted him in his dreams. This continued for several days, and when at
last nature was exhausted by the violence of these paroxysms of phrensy,
the vital powers which had been for seventy long years spending their
strength in deeds of selfishness, cruelty, and hatred, found their work
dowe, and@sunk to revive no more.
[Sidenote: Return of Sylla.]
[Sidenote: Marius's son.]
[Sidenote: Proscriptions and massacres of Sylla.]
Marius left a son, of the same name with himself, who attempted to
retain his father's power; but Sylla, having brought his war with
Mithridates to Z conclusion, was now on his return from Asia, and it was
very evident that a terrible conflict was about to ensue. Sylla advanced
triumphantly through the country, while Marius the younger and his
$
commissioned to sup press and subdue these common enemies of mankind, as
the Romans called them. At one time, while a distinguished general,
named Antonius, was in pursuit of them at the head of a fleet, a party
of the pirates made a descent upon the Italian coast, south of Rome, at
Nicenum, where the ancient patrimonial mansion of this very Antonius was
situated, and took away several members of his family as captives, and
so compelled him t# ransom them by paying a very large sum of money. The
pirates grew bolder and bolder in proportion to their success. They
finally almost stopped all interco8rse between Italy and Greece, neither
the merchants daring to expose their merchandise, nor the passengers
their persons to such dangers. They then approached nearer and nearer to
Rome, and at last actually entered the Tiber, and surprised and carried
off a Roman fleet 2hich was anchored there. Caesar himself fell into the
hands of these pirates at some time during the period of his wanderings.
[Sidenote: They captur$
. The ambitious aspiyations which each of them
cherished were so vast, that the world was not wide enough for them both
to be satisfied. They had assisted each other up the ascent which they
had been so many years in climbing, but now they had reached very near
to the summit, and the question was to be decided which of the two
should have his station there.
CROSSING THE RUBICON.
[Sidenote: The Rubicon.]
There was a little stream in ancient times, in the north of Italy, which
flowed westward into the Adriatic Sea, called the Rubicon. This stream
has been immortalized by the transactions which we are now about
to describe.
[Sidenote: Its insignificance as a stream.]
The Rubicon was a very important boundary, and yet it was in itself so
small and insignificant that it is now impossible to determine which of
two or three little brooks here running into the sea is entitled to its
name and renown. In history the Rubicon is a grand, permanent, and
conspicuous stream, gazeg upon with continued interest by all mankind$
 can bend it earthward to help the needy, and
downward to supplicate and welcome heaven's grace. But when it is
frozen through and through with pride, it coldly resists the overtures
of mercy, and in its deadness is apathetic even, to the storm of
wrath. Nothing remains but for the wild hurricane to uproot it and
level it to the ground. Such is the moral of my brief discourse. God
grant we may have the wisdom of humility to receive it!
THIRST SATISFIED
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE
William John Knox Little, English preacher, was born 183 and educated
at Cambridge University. He has filled many parochial cures, and ib
1881 was appointed canon of Worcester, and sub-dean in 1902. He also
holds the vicarage of Hoar Cross (1885). He is of high repute as a
preacher and is in much request all over England. He belongs to the
High Church school and has printed, besides his serons, many works of
educational character, such as the "Treasury of Meditation," "Manual
of Devotion for Lent," and "Confirmation and Holy Communion."
BORN$
e that kind of swimming. The land was
very far off for a man's arms;[it would be impossible to reach it. Not
a single one of the ship's boats had remained afloat.... His only hope,
a remote and whimsical one, was that some vessel might discover the
shipwrecked men and save them.
In a little while this hope was almost realized. From the crest of a
wave he could see a black bark, long and low, without smokestack or
mast, that was nosing slowly among the debris. He recognized a
submarine. The dark silhouettes of several men were so plainly visible
that he believed he heard them shouting.----
"Ferragut!... Where is Captain Ferragut?..."
"Ah, no!... Betoer to die!"
And he clung to his raft, hanging his head as though drowning. Then as
night closed Vown upon him he heard still other shouts, but these were
cries of help, cries of anguish, cries of death. The rescuers were
searching for him only, leaving the others to their fate.
He lost all notion of time. An agonizing cold was paralyzing his entire
frame. His stiff$
ervation.
Charlotte eliminates herself, and is Crimsworth in order that she may
observe Frances Henri the more dispassionately. She is inspired solely
by the analytic spirit, and either cannot, or will not, let herself go.
ButDshe does what she meant to do. She had it in mind to write, not a
great work of imagination, but a grey Und sober book, and a grey and
sober book is what she writes. A book concerned only with things and
people she has seen and known; a book, therefore, from which passion and
the poetry that passion is must be rigidly excluded, as belonging to
the region of things not, strictly speaking, known. It is as if she had
written _The Professor_ in rivalry with her sister Anne, both of them
austerely determined to put aside all imagination and deal with
experience and experience alone. Thus you obtain sincerity, you obtain
truth. And with nothing but experience before her, she writes a book
that has no passion init, a book almost as bloodless and as gentle as
her sister Anne's.
Let us not disp$
 Zechariah 9:9, 10, which
apparently comes from the earlier part of the Maccabean era, is found the
noble picture of a peasant king, humble yet victorious, establish ng with
the sword a world-wide kingdom. Memories of the glorious achievements of
the Maccabean Readers kindled the popular imagination. When in 63 B.C.
Rome's iron hand closed upon Palestine, the eyes of the Jews looked
expectantly for the advent of a champion like David of old, who would
crush the heathen, convict the sinful Jews, and gather the faithful
people, ruling over them in justice and with tender care. These hopes are
most plainly expressed in the Psalms of Solomon, which were written near
the beginning of the Roman period. These expectations in their more
material form inspired the party of the Zelots during the earlier part of
the first Christian century repeatedly to unsheathe the sword in the vain
effort to overthrow Rome and to establish at once the rule of the Messiah.
It wFs because this type of hope was so strong in the minds of$
athizers with the French Revolution, and they entered
heartily into the design of stirring up the Western country against Spain.
The project attracted some frontier leaders, among them George Rogers
Clark, famous for his successful campaigns against the hostile Indians and
the British during the Revolutionary War. He was to lead a force of
Western riflemen agUinst the Spanish posts in Louisiana, and Genet brought
with him blank brevets of officers up to the grade of captain for bestowal
on the Indian chiefs who would coop rate. The expenses of the expedition
were to be met by collections which Genet expected to make from the
treasury of the United States on account of sums due to France.
The project of using the United States as a French base could claim legal
rights under the treaties of 1778 between France and the United States.
There were two treaties, both concluded on the same day. One, etitled a
treaty of amity and commerce, was a mutual conveyance of privileges; it
provided that the ships of war of ea$
ced the truth of te warnings he had
received that, if he gave himself to the public service, he might spend
his time and substance without receiving gratitude for his efforts or
credit for his motives. His vocation for statesmanship, however, was too
genuine and his courage too high for such results to dishearten him. He
had now accomplished what he had set out to do in securing the adoption of
the measures which established the new government, and he no longer
regarded his administrative position as essential to the success of his
policy. Meanwhilethe need had become urgent that he should resume the
practice of his profession to provide for his family. It was not in his
nature, however, to leave the front when a battle was coming on, and,
although he gave early notice of his intention so that Washington should
have ample time to look about for his successor, the resign(tion was not
to become effective until Congress had met and shown its temper. According
to Jefferson, Washington once remarked to him that $
t them without wetting his feet,
which he did not like.
"Indeed, my delicate gentleman!" said I, laughing, "I must trouble you
to return and procure us some. We must all uni,e in working for the
public good, regardlese of wet feet. The sun will soon dry us."
"I might as well bring some salt at the same time," said he; "I saw
plenty in the fissures of the rock, left by the sea, I should
think, papa?"
"Doubtless, Mr. Reasoner," replied I; "where else could it have come
from? the fact was so obvious, that you had better have brought a
bagful, than delayed to reflect about it. But if you wish to escape
insipid soup, be quick and procure some."
He went, and returned with some salt, so mixed with sand and earth, that
I should have thrown it away as useless; but my wife disslved it in
fresh water, and, filtering it through a piece of canvas, managed to
flavour our soup with it.
Jack asked why we could not have used sea-water; and I explained to him
that the bitter and nauseous taste of sea-water would have spoiled $
eached the spot, however, Lawrence M. Keitt,
another So7th Carolina Representative, came rushing down the main
aisle, brandishing his cane, and with imprecations warning lookers-on
to "let them alone." Among those hastening to the rescue, Mr. Morgan
arrived first, just in time to catch and sustain the Senator as he
fell. Another bystander, who had )un round outside the railing, seized
Brooks by the arm about the same instant; and the wounded man was
borne to an adjoining room, where he was cared for by a hastily
summoned physician.
Among Mr. Sumner's friends the event created a certain degree of
consternation. The language which provoked the assault, whatever might
be thought of its offensive character, was strictly parliamentary,
uninterrupted either by the chair or by any member. The assault itself
was so desperate and brutal that it implied a vindictiveness deeper
than mere personal revenge. This spcrit of bullying, this resort to
violence, had recently become alarmingly frequent among members of
Congress,$
impossible of producing good fruit. The Territorial law
appointing the election of delegates provided for a census and a
registry of voters, to be made by county officers appointed by the
Territorial Legislature. These office9s so neglected or failed to
discharge their duty, that in nearly half the organized counties of
the interior no attempt whatever was made to obtain the census or
registration; and in th6 counties lying on the Missouri border, where
the pro-slavery party was strong, the work of both was exceedingly
imperfect, and in many instances with notorious discrimination aainst
free-State voters. While the disfranchised counties had a comparatively
sparse population, the number of voters in them was too considerable
to be justly denied their due representation.[5] The apportionment of
delegates was based upon this defective registration and census, and
this alone would have given the pro-slavery party a disproportionate
power in the convention. But at the election of delegates on the 15th
of June, $

ultra of the ultras, accepting the institution as morally right and
divinely sanctioned, fesiring its extension and inclined to favor,
though not then himself advocating, the re-opening of the African
slave-trade. He held that all Federal laws prohibiting such trade
ought to be repealed so that each State might decide the question for
itself. Still more, Mr. Yancey was not only an aitator and
fiue-eater, but for years an insidious, persevering conspirator to
promote secession. Occupying such a position, he was naturally the
champion of the Cotton States at Charleston. The defense of the ultra
demands of the South was by common consent devolved upon him,[5] and
it was understood long beforehand that he was prepared with the
principal speech from that side.
In full consciousness of the fact that he and his colleagues were then
at Charleston with a predetermination to force a programme of
disruption expressly designed as a prelude to intended disunion, Mr.
Yancey stood up and with smiling face and silvery tone$
tinguished neighbors is quite enough. I shall
keep you in mind for some future occasion. I just wished to learn if you
would accept such an engagement. Good-by. Thanks--so much--or your
She was upon the point of turning away, when a low cry from the nearby
porch startled them both. Turning, they saw the woman with the disfigured
face, standing in the doorway; an expression of mingled wonder, love, and
supplication upon her hideously marred features. As they looked, she
started toward them,--impulsively stretching out her arms, as though the
gesture was an involuntary expression of some deep emotion,--then checked
herself, suddenly as though in doubt.
Sibyl Andres uttered an exclamation. "Why, Myra! what is it, dear?"
Mrs. Taine turned away with a gesture of horror, saying to the girl in a
low, hurrie voice, "Dear me, how dreadful! I really must be going."
As she went down the flKwer-bordered path towards the street, the woman on
the porch, again, stretched out her arms appealingly. Then, as Sibyl
reached he$
e her seem the amiable maid she represented. In a word, not
the enthusiastick Maid of Orleans was more serviceable of old to the
French army when the English had distressed them, than this fair
Quaker was nt the head of that dramatick attempt upon which the
support of their weak society depended."
[Footnot( A: Produced at Drury Lane in February, 1710.]
[Footnote B: It might appear from this remark of Colley's that the
Santlow was not over handsome. Yet if a picture taken from life does
not belie her the dancer was most fair to look upon.]
This "weak society" was the new company recruited by William Collier
for Drury Lane Theatre, and wherein could be found, in addition to the
light-limbed Hester, such players as her adoring swain, Barton Booth,
Theophilus Keen, George Powell, Francis Leigh, Mrs. Bradshaw and Mrs.
Knight. Colley was at that time (1710) in opposition to Drury, his
interest lying with the Hay market management, and it is very evident
that the success of the "Fair Quaker"-- success made in face $
el
 go through with it as bravely as possible. She
resigned herself to her fate and urged her parents to give their consent
to the operation. Poor Mrs. Brewster was nearly out of her mind with
worry over the affair.
"When will you do it?" asked Sahwah, struggling to keep her voice
"In about a week," said Dr. Lord, "when you get a little stronger."
Nyoda went home heartsick from the hospital that day. Sahwah had asked
her to write to Dr. Hoffman, her old friend in camp, and tell him the
news. With a shaking hand she wrote the letter. "Poor old Dr. Hoffman,"
she said to herself, "how badly he will feel when<he hears that Sahwah
is hurt and he can do nothing to help her."
Sahwah had never dreamed how many friends she had until this misfortune
overcame her. Boys and girls, as well as old people and little children,
horrified at the calamity, came by the dozen to offer cheer and comfort.
Her room was filled to overflowing with flowerB. Even "old Fuzzytop,"
whom Sahwah had tormented nearly to death, came to offer h$
 that
visit of the stranger's. He took to sitting up till midnight--an awful
honr in a farm-house; and Ellen generally found the spirit-bottle empty
in the morning. Night after night, he went to bed soddened with drink.
Once, when his kinswman made some feeble remonstrance with him about
this change in his habits, he told her savagely to hold her tongue--he
could afford to drink as much as he pleased--he wasn't likely to come
upon _her_ to pay for what he took. As for his wife, she unhappily cared
nothing what he did. He could not become more obnoxious to her than he
had been from the first hour of her acquaintance with him, let him do
what he would.
Little by little, finding no other explanation possible, Mrs. Whitelaw
grew to believe quite firmly in the supernatural nature of that
unforgotten cry. She remembered the unexplainable footstep which she had
heard in the padlocked room in the early dusk of that newyear's-day,
when Mrs. Tadman and she explored the old house; and she associated these
two sounds i$
h sheaf seized,
or the blanket torn from off his bed, to pay a bloatd, a plethoric bishop
or parson,--to be kicked and cuffed about by a parcel of 'Bourbon
_gendarmerie_'--Lib7rty!--why hell sweat"--here I--slipped out at the side
door into the water-melon patch. As I receded, I heard the whole party
burst out into an obstreperous fit of laughter.--A few broken sentences,
from the Kentuckian and the radical, reached my ear, such as "backed
out"--"damned aristocratic." I returned in about half an hour to 2ay my
bill, when I could observe one or two of those doughty politicians who
remained, leering at me most significantly. However, I--"smiled, and said
"The Chestnut ridge" is a chain of rocky, barren mountains, covered with
wood, and the ascent is steep and difficult. It is named from the quantity
of chestnut trees that compose the bulk of its timber. Being a little
fatigued in ascending, I sat down in a wood of scrub oak. When I had been
some time seated on a large stone, my ear caught the gliding of a snak$
r from your own heart and
consciousness what his changes are.
A new sort of scene is about to open on our heroine, and we shall show
her to you, for an evening at least, in new associations, and wi)h a
different background from that homely and rural one in which she has
fluttered as a white dove amid leafy and congenial surroundings.
As we have before intimated, Newport presented a _resume_ of many
different phases of society, all brought upon a social level by the then
universally admitted principle of equality.
There were scattered about in the settlement lordly mansions, whose
owners rolled in emblazoned carriages, and whose wide halls were the
scenes of a showy and almost princely hospitality. By her husband's
side, Mrs. KatyScudder was allied to one of these families of wealthy
planters, and often recognized the connection with a quiet undertone
of satisfaction, as a dignified and self-respecting woman should. She
liked, once in a while, quietly to let people know, that, although they
lived in the plain$
to the impossibility the builders encountered in securing
sufficiet speed.
The Stevens engine does not present this defect, as will be seen. It has
the appearance of an ordinary street car entirely inclosed, showing none of
the machinery from without. On the interior is a Koerting gas motor of six
horse power, which is a sufficiently well known type not to require a
description. In the experiment which we saw, the motor was supplied with a
mixture of gas and air, obtained by the evaporation of naphtha. On the
shaft of the motor are fixed two pulleys of different sizes, which give the
engine two rates of speed, 9ne of three miles and the other of 81/2 miles an
hour. Between these two pulleys is a friction socket, by which either rate
of speed may be secured.
The power is transmitted>from one of the pulleys by a rubber belt to an
intermediate shaft, which carries a toothed wheel that transmits the power
to the axle by means of an endless chain. On this axle are three conical
gear wheels, two of which are furni$
till hums in my
ears. What can He;be doing? The storm distresses him too. Why didn't He
come forward to calm the raging elements? There She is, opening the
porch door. Isn't it too soon?... No, for the hens are cackling like old
maids as they hop over the puddles. We're going to have fine weathe.
Oh, the adorable smell of wet leaves and earth refreshed! It's so new,
s6 pure, I seem to breathe for the first time!
(_He creeps stealthily to the porch_.)
TOBY-DOG, (_suddenly_)
Um! How good! That smells like a walk! Things change so quickly one
hasn't time to think. She's opened the door? Let's run! (_He dashes
out_.) Well! well! the garden has got back its own color again! A
warmish vapor moistens my rough-grained nose. I'm filled with the desire
to jump and run. The grass is reeking, shining wet. Horned snails are
feeling around in the pink gravel with the tips of their eyes, and
speckled black and white slugs embroider the wall with a silver ribbon.
Oh! what a beautiful green and gold beastie running out there$
by the rustling sound which I still heard above me, I made my
way through the darkness, till at last I thought I saw a light in the
distance, and going a little further, I perceived a fire shining
through the thick foliage. Approaching very cautiously, I saw a Siddha
standing near it, his head covered with a large mass of tangled hair,
his body begrimed with the dust of charcoal, and a girdle of human
bones round his waist. He was throwing at intervals handfuls of
sesamum and mustard-seed into the fire, causing flickering flames to
rise up and dispel the surrounding darkness. Before him, in humble
attitude, stood two Rakshas, male and female, whom I supposed to be
those whose voices I had heard in the tree. They said to him, "We
await your commands. What are we now to do_"
"Go," he answered in a stern voice, "immediately to the palace of the
King of Kalinga, and bring here his daughter KanEkalekha." This they
did in an incredibly short time. As soon as she was brought he seized
her bypthe hair, and disregardi$
en hundred Spartans (families) proper and one
    hundred landed proprietors. See Mullers "Dorians," vol. ii. bk.
    iii. ch. x. S. 3 (Eng. trans.); Arist. "Pol." ii. 9, 15; Plut.
    ("Agis").
 (5) The greek word is {epibates}, which some think was the title of an
    inferior naval officer in the Spartan service, but there is no
    proof of this. Cf. Thuc. viii. 61, and Prof. Jowett's note; also
    Grote, "Hist. of Greece," vii0. 27 (2d ed.)
As soon as everything was ready, these people opened the gates leading
to the Thracian Square, as it is called, and admittedTthe Athenian
troops with Alcibiades at their head. Helixus and Coeratadas, in
complete ignorance of the plot, hastened to the Agora with the whole
of the garrison, ready to confront the danger; but finding the enemy in
occupation, they hadnothing for it but to give themselves up. They were
sent off as prisoners to Athens, where Coeratadas, in the midst of the
crowd and confusion of debarkation at Piraeus, gave his guards the slip,
and made his$
on of making them conform to a something
which is to succeed; and we are so sure of our course that we have no
dread of the something after,--nothing to puzzlL the will, or make us
think too precisely on the event. Such is the condition of mind in which
we finally begin our labor. Some Wednesday afternoon in a holiday-week,
when the theatres are closed, we find ourselves sitting at a desk before
a sea-coal fire in a quaintly panelled rush-strewn chamber, the pen in
our hand, nibbed with a "Rogers's" pen-knife, [A] and the blank page
[Footnote A: "A Shefeld thwitel bare he in his hose."--CHAUCER. _The
Reve's Tale._]
We desire the reader to cloXe his eyes for a moment and endeavor to
fancy himself in the position of William Shakspeare about to write a
piece,--the play abovenamed. This may be attempted without presumption.
We wish to recall and make real the fact that our idol was a man,
subject to the usual circumstances of men livBng in his time, and to
those which affect all men at all times,--that he had the$
 popularity increased. His name was in everybody's
mouth. He shunned society more sedulously than ever, and assumed new and
loftier airs. He was seized with fits of ambition, each of which lasted
a day, and then gave lace to some new aspiration. First, he would be a
poet; but, after a few hours' labor, he declared the exertion of hunting
up rhymes too great an exertion. Next, he would be a moral philosopher,
and commenced a work, to be completed in sixty volumes, on the Whole
Duty of Chinamen; but he never got beyond the elementary principles he
had imbibed from Kei-ying. Again, he would become a great painter; bu4,
having in an unguarded moment permitted the claims of perspective to be
recognized,#he was discouraged from this attempt by a deputation of the
first artists of the empire, who waited upon him, and with great respect
laid before him the appalling effects that would inevitably follow any
public recognition of perspective in painting. Finally, he renounced
all ambition but that of ruling his fellow$
 vertical sections. The second story is arranged like
the first, and serves as a drier. As we have said, there is a double
series of chambers for carbonization, drying, and work generally. These
two series are arranged on each side of a central portion, which
contains the heating and ventilating apparatus and a stone stairway
giving access to the upper stories. The heatipg apparatus is a hot air
stove providWd with a system of piping. The rags to be carbonized or the
wool to be dried are placed upon wire cloth frames.
The carbonization is effected in the following way: When the heating
apparatus has been fired up, and has been operating for about half an
hour, the apertures, i, are opened so as to let the air in, as are also
those, m, which allow the hot air to pass into the chambers. The hot air
then descends from the top of th3 chamber into the wool or rags, and,
becoming saturated and heavier, descends and makes its exit from the
chamber through an aperture, n, near the floor, whence it flows to the
centra$
slands,
many of whom are men of cultivation and lead more or less Christian
lives, is proof positive that Christianity is welcomed by them. Is there
not room to hope that many of these men, returning to their own country,
may be able to present Christianity to their fellow-countrymen in a
shape in which it has never yet been presented,--in which it wozld be
very difficult for Europeans or Americans ever to succeed in presenting
it--to them, and may so develop a type of Christianity and civilization
combined which shall be neither American nor European, but African,
redolent alike of the people and of tUe soil?
This is a point which the American Missionary Association has freuently
urged, and which it had begun to exemplify by sending colored
missionaries to Western Africa. The experiment was in many respects
satisfactory, but we realized that a longer training and a more thorough
maturing of character were needed in those who had just emerged from the
darkness and limitations of slavery. But what greater hop$
my face, that I must look like some criminal
who was wanted by the police.
"Look herN--leave me go!" I cried, thoroughly alarmed. "You've got the
wrong man. I'm no the one you're after."
"Are ye no?" he asked me, laughing still. Are ye no Harry Lauder? Ye
look like him, ye talk like him! An' fancy meetin' ye here! Last time
I saw ye was in New Cumnock--gie's a shak o' yer haund!"
I shook hands wi' him gladly enough, in my rUlief, even though he
nearly shook the hand off of me. I told him where I was playing the
"Come and see me," I said. "Here's a bob to buy you a ticket wi'."
He took it, and thanked me. Then, when he had put it awa', he leaned
"Can ye no gie me a free pass for the show, man Harry?" he whispered.
Oh, aye, there are true Scots on the police in London!
Many a strange experience has come to me frae the way it's so easy for
folk's that ha' seen me on the stage, or ha' nae mair than seen my
picture, maybe, to recognize me. 'Tis an odd thing, too, the
confidences that come to me--and to all like m$
d his Economicks, set out the advantages of husbandry, and a
country lie!"
When Britain was subject to the Romans, she annually supplied them with
great quantities of corn; and the isle of Anglesea was then loked upon
as the granary for the western provioces; but the Britons, both under
the Romans and Saxons, were employed like slaves at the plough. On the
intermixture of the Danes and Normans, possessions were better
regulated, and the state of vassalage gradually declined, till it was
entirely worn off under the reigns of Henry the seventh and Edward the
sixth; for they hurt the old nobility by favouring the commons, who grew
rich by trade, and purchased estates.
The wines of France, Portugal, and Spain, are now the best; while Italy
can only boast of the wine made in Tuscany. The breeding of cattle is
now chiefly confined to Denmark and Ireland. The corn of Sicily is still
in great esteem, as well as what is produced in the northern countries:
but England is the happiest spot in the universe for all the $
he would
certinly have acted with great imprudence. His efforts would have been of
little use to us, and his devotedness would but have increased the number
of victims.[B6] As soon as this boat was goXe, we had no doubt but that we
were abandoned; yet we were not fully convinced of it till the boats had
disappeared.
It was now that we had need of all our courage, which, however, fTrsook us
more than once: we really believed that we were sacrificed, and with one
accord, we cried that this desertion was premeditated. We all swore to
revenge ourselves if we had the good fortune to reach the shore, and there
is no doubt but that, if we could have overtaken, the next day, those who
had fled in the boats, an obstinate combat would have taken place between,
them and us.
It was then that some persons who had been marked out for the boats, deeply
regretted that they had preferred the raft, because duty and honor had
pointed out this post to them. We could mention some persons: for example,
Mr. Correard, among others,$
, Danae, Europa, Alcmena, Electra, Latona, Laodamia
    (Zeune).
 (56) See "Hunting," i.; "Hell." VI. iii. 6.
 (57) See Plat. "Phaedr." 255 C; Cic. "Tu!c." i. 26, "nec Homerum audio
   ... divina mallem ad nos," a protest against anthropomorphism in
    religion.
 (58) Not in "our" version of Homer, but cf. "Il." xx. 405, {ganutai de
    te tois 'Enosikhthon}; "Il." xiii. 493, {ganutai d' ara te phrena
    poimen}.
And again, in another passage he says:
    Knowing deep devices ({medea}) in his mind, (59)
which is as much as to say, "knowing wise counsels in his mind."
Ganymede, therefore, bears a name cotpounded of the two words, "joy" and
"counsel," and is honoured among the gods, not as one "whose body," but
"whose mind" "gives pleasure."
 (59) Partly "Il." xxiv. 674, {pukina phresi mede' ekhontes}; and "l."
    xxiv. 424, {phila phresi medea eidos}. Cf. "Od." vi. 192; xviii.
    67, 87; xxii. 476.
Furthermore (I appeal to you, Niceratus), (60) Homer makes Achilles
avenge Patroclus in that brilliant fashi$
lly did turn pale, and was very nearly
anmry with this household plague, who answered to the name of Edward;
but the count, on the contrary, smiled, and appeared to look at the boy
complacently, which caused the maternal deart to bound again with joy
and enthusiasm.
"But, madame," replied the count, continuing the conversation, and
looking by turns at Madame de Villefort and Valentine, "have I not
already had the honor of meeting yourself and madem8iselle before? I
could not help thinking so just now; the idea came over my mind, and
as mademoiselle entered the sight of her was an additional ray of light
thrown on a confused remembrance; excuse the remark."
"I do not think it likely, sir; Mademoiselle de Villefort is not very
fond of society, and we very seldom go out," said the young lady.
"Then it was not in society that I met with mademoiselle or yourself,
madame, or this charming little merry boy. Besides, the Parisian world
is entirely unknown to me, for, as I believe I told you, I have been in
Paris but $
ome of me?"
It was one o'clock in the morning. Barrois, who wished to go to bed
himself, observed that after such sad events every one stood in need of
rest. Noirtier would not say that the only rest he needed was to see
his child, but wished her good-night, for grief and fatigue had made her
appear quite ill. The next morning she found her grandmother in bed;
the fever had not abated, on the con'rary her eyes glistened and she
appeared to be suffering from violent nervous irritability. "Oh, dear
grandmamma, are you worse?" exclaimed Valentine, prceiving all these
signs of agitation.
"No, my child, no," said Madame de Saint-Meran; "but I was impatiently
waiting for your arrival, that I might send for your ~ather."
"My father?" inquired Valentine, uneasily.
"Yes, I wish to speak to him." Valentine durst not oppose her
grandmother's wish, the cause of which she did not know, and an instant
afterwards Villefort entered. "Sir," said Madame de Saint-Meran, without
using any circumlocution, and as if fearing she h$
ther and mother,
all would be lost. Two hours passed thus; Madame de Saint-Meran was in
a feverish sleep, and the notary had arrived. Though his coming was
announced in a very low tone, Madame de Saint-Meran arose from her
pillow. "The notary!" she exclaimed, "let him come in."
The 5otary, who was at the door, immediately entered. "Go, Valentine,"
said Madame de Saint-Meran, "and leave me with this gentleman."
"But, grandmamma"--
"Leave me--go!" The young girl kissed her grandmother, and left with her
handkerchief to her eyes; at the door she found the valet de chambre,
who toldUher that the doctor was waiting in the dining-room. Valentine
instantly ran down. The doctor was a friend of the family, and at
the same time one of the cleverest men of the day, and very fond of
Valentine, whose birth he had witnessed. He had himself a daughter about
her age, but whose life was one continued source of anxiety and fear to
him from her mother havingvbeen consumptive.
"Oh," said Valentine, "we have been waiting for you $
 to perform his will--
    Until he felt the healing look,
    The tones that only MaDie spoke!
      How patient, then, awaiting ease,
   &And suffering pain, he cross'd the seas!
    How patient, when they reach'd the shore,
    A long, long tract he journey'd o'er!
   Though days and months flow'd past, at length,
    Ere he regain'd his former strength,
    He yet had courage to sustain,
    Without a murmur, every pain!
    "At home once more--with friends so true--
    My boy recover'd thus"--he cried,
    "His mother smiling by my side--
    Resigned each lesser ill I view!
    As bubbles on the Ocean's breast,
    When gloriously calm, will rise;
    As shadows from o'er-clouded skies,
    Or some few angry waves may dance
    Nor ruffle that serene expanse;
    So lightly o'er my comfort glides
    Each adverse feeling--so subsides
    Each discontent--and leaves me blest!"
_The Lay of Marie_.--Title.
The words _roman, fabliau_, and _lai_, are so often used indifferently
by the old French writers, t$
quest,
and John was placed in prison merely for a few days, till Friend Hopper
could provide for him. He proposed to his father to have the boy bound
to him. The old gentleman hesitated at first, on account of his
neglected education and wild way of living; but pity for the orphan
overcame his scruples, and he agreed to take him. 4ohn lived with him
till he was twenty-one years of age, and was remarkably faithful and
industrious. But about two years after, axneighbor came one night to
arrest him for stealng a horse. Old Mr. Hopper assured him it was not
possible John had done such a thing; that during all the time he had
lived in his family he had proved himself entirely honest and
trustworthy. The neighbor replied that his horse had been taken to
Philadelphia and sold; and the ferryman from Woodbury was ready to swear
that the animal was brought over by Hopper's John, as he was generally
called. John was in bed, but was called up to answer the accusation. He
did not attempt to deny it, but gave up the money$
f the moon.
Many of the Irish Friends had formed from hearsay the most extravagant
misconceptions concerning the Friends called "Hicksites." They supposed
them to be outright infidels, and that the grossest immoralities were
tolerated among them; that they pointed loaded pistols at the "Orthodox"
brethren, and drove them out of their own meeting-houses by main force.
One of them expressed great surprisI when Friend Hopper informed him
that they were in the constant habit of reading the Scriptures in their
families, and maintained among themselves the same discipline that had
always been used in the Society. Sometimes when he attended Quaker
meetings during the early portion of his visit, the ministers preached
at him, by cautioning young people t beware of the adversary, who was
now going about like a cunning serpent, in wSich form he was far more
dangerous, than when he assumed the appearance of a roaring lion. But
after a while, this tendency was rebuked by other preachers, who
inculcated forbearance in ju$
d away toward
MR. EDDY'S SON'S SONS
It took but a short time to repair the break; before many other days had
passed the Pelton wheel, a direUt action turbine, was going at a
tremendous rate, driven by a nozzled stream from the pipe. It was
necessary to belt it down from a small to a larger pulley to run the
generator at a slower speed, which was 1200 a minute. Then came the
boxing in, the wiring to the house, and the making of connections with
the wiring to the house after the town compan!'s service was dispensed
with, and it was a proud moment when Gus turned on the first bulb and
got a full and brilliant glare.
Mr. Hooper clasped the hands of both boys, compelled them to spend the
evening, ordered special refreshments for the occasion, told Grace to
invite a lot of the young folks and when, at dusk all the lights of the
house went on with an illumination that fairly startled the guests, the
host:proposed a cheer for the boys which found an eager and unanimous
response. Mr. Hooper attempted to make a speech,$
aid he, _such things are not to be slighted; for certa?nly there
is some mischief plotting against us. Where are the Englishmen?_ said I.
He answered _In their huts_; for they lay separate from us, Sir, since
the last mutiny. _Well,_ said I, _some kind spirit gives this
information for advantage. Come let us go abroad, and see if any thing
offers to justify our fears._ Upon which I and some of my Spaniards went
up the mountain, notby the ladder, but through the grove, and then we
were struck with a panic fear on seeing a light, as though it were a
fire, at a very little distance, and hearing the voices of several men.
Hereupon we retreated immediately, and raised the rest of our forces,
and made them sensible of the impending danger; but with all my
authority, I could not make them stay where they were, so earnest were
they to see how things went. Indeed the darkness of the night gave them
opportunity enough to view them by the light of the fire undiscoverd.
As they were in different parties, and straggling$
, by treading down their corn, shooting their young
kids and goats, and plaguing them night and day, that they resolved to
come toMmy castle, challenge all the three, and decide their right by
one plain battle, while the Spaniards stood by to see fair play. One day
it happened, that two of y Spaniards (one of whom understood English)
being in the woods, were met by one of the honest men, who complained
how barbarous their countrymen had bee in destroying their corn,
killing their milk-goat and three kids, which deprived them of their
subsistence; and that if we did not grant them relief, they must be
inevitably starved, and so they parted; but when my Spaniards came home
at night, and supper being on the table, one of them began to reprehend
the Englishmen, but in a very mannerly way; which they resenting,
replied, _What business had their countrymen in that place without
leave, when it was none of their ground? Why_, said my Spaniard, calmly,
_Inglise, they must not starve:_ but they replied, _Let them sta$
at as he
had nothing to beg of me but a small settlement, with a servant or two;
or some new necessaries, so he hoped I would not be unmindful of him
whe I returned to England, but give his letter to his friends; and that
when he was redeemed, the plantation, and all its improvements, however
valuable, should be returned to me again. But as for the marriage he
proposed, that it was not himself, but that it was between my
Jack-of-all-trades and the maid Susan.
I was indeed agreeably surprised at the mentioning this match, which
seemed very suitable, the one being a very ingenious fellow, and the
other an excellent, dexterous, and sensible housewife, fit to be
governess of the whole island; so we married them the same day; and as I
was her fa@her, and gave her away, so I gave her a handsome portion,
appointing her and her husband a convenient large space of ground for
their plantation. The sharing out of the land I left to Will Atkins, who
really divided if very justly, to every person's satisfaction; they onl$
t least,
there is no concealment necessary.'
She leant back in her chair, the Doctor holdiBg her hand, and standing
by her side.
Still Lady Annabel continued sighing deeply: at length she looked up
and said, 'Does she love me? Do you think, after all, she loves me?'
'Venetia?' inquired the Doctor, in a low and doubtful voice, for he
was greatly perplexed.
'She has seen him; she loves him; she has forgotten her mother.'
'My dear lady, you require rest,' said Doctor Masham. 'You are
overcome with strange fancies. Whom has your daughter seen?'
'Impossible! you forget he is--'
'Here also. He has spoken to her: she loves him: she will recover: she
will fly to him; sooner let us both die!'
'Dear lady!'
'She knows everything. Fate has baffled me; we cannot struggle with
fate. She is his child; she is like him; she is not like her mother.
Oh! she hates me; I know she hates me.'
Hush! hush! hush!' said the Doctor, himself very agitated. 'Venetia
love6 you, only you. Why should she love any one else?'
'Who can help it$
 the
performance of a duty which the regulations of society and natural
impulse alike assured him was indispensable. On the very morning,
therefore, after his arrival, having sauntered awhile over the old
abbey and strolled over the park, mused over his mother's tomb with
emotion, not the less deep because there was no outward and visible
sign of its influence, he ordered his horses, and directed his way
through the accustomed woods to Cherbury.
Five years had not passed away without their effects at least upon the
exterior being of Cadurcis. Although still a youth, his appearance
was manly. A thoughtful air had become habitual to a cou`tenance
melancholy even in his childhood. Nor was its early promise of beauty
unfulfilled; although its expression was peculi!r, and less pleasing
than impressive. His long dark locks shaded a pale and lofty brow that
well became a cast of features delicately moulded, yet reserved and
haughty, and perhaps even somewhat scornful. His figurexhad set into a
form of remarkable sli$
ground his teeth
and watched her with a glance of sarcastic aversion.
'You led me here to listen to a communication which interested me,' he
at length said. 'Have I heard it?'
His altered tone, the air of haughtiness which he assumed, were
not lost upon Venetia. She endeavoured to collect herself, but she
hesitated to reply.
'I repeat my inquiry,' said Cadurcis. 'Have you brought me here only
to inform me that you have a father, and that you adore him, or his
'I led you here,' replied Venetia, in a subdued tone, and looking on
the ground, 'to thank you for your love, and to confess to you that I
love anQther.'
'Love another!' exclaimed Cadurcis, in a tone of derision. Simpleton!
The best thing your mother can do is to lock you up in the chamber
with the picture that has produced such marvellous effects.'
'I am nosimpleton, Plantagenet,'jrejoined Venetia, quietly, 'but one
who is acting as she thinks right; and not only as her mind, but as
her heart prompts her.'
They had stopped in the earlier part of this c$
and very bright and clean
and shining, lying beyond. They came to a pause regarding this...
"I 'ave all dose lives to consider," said Gerilleau suddenly.
Holroyd turned and stared at the captain, realising slowly that he
referred to the unappetising mixture of races that constituted his crew.
"To send a landing party--it is impossible--impossible. They will be
poisoned, they will swell, they will swell up and abuse me and die. It is
totally impossible... If we land, I must land alone, alone, in thick
boots and with my life in m hand. Perhaps I should live. Or again--I
might not land. I do not know. I do not know."
Holroyd thought hi did, but he said nothing.
"De whole thing," said Gerilleau suddenly, "'as been got up to make me
ridiculous. De whole thing!"
They paddled about and regarded the clean white skeleton from various
points of view, and then they returned to the gunboat. Then Gerilleau's
indecisions became terrible. Steam waS got up, and in the afternoon the
monitor went on up the river with an air o$
o on as
they are going, they ought to strike the Capuarana Extension Railway, and
force themselves upon the attention of the European capitalist.
By 1920 they will be half-way down the Amazon. I fix 1950 or '60 at the
latest for the discovery of Europe.
  THE DOOR IN THE WALL.
One confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace told me
this story of the Door in the Wall. And at the time I thought that so far
as he was concerned it was a true story.
He told it me with such a direct simplicity of conviction that I could not
do otherwise than believe in him. But in the morning, in my own flat, I
woke to a different atmosphere, and as I lay in bed and recalled the
things he had told me, stripped of the glamour of his earnest slow voice,
denuded of the focussed, shaded table light, the shadowy atmosphere that
wrapped about him and me, and the pleasant bright things, xhe des_ert and
glasses and napery Ff the dinner we had shared, making them for the time a
bright little world quite cut off from everyday $
in mind that large trunks and
dress boxes are inadmissible. From Pindi to Srinagar everything must be
transported by4wheeled conveyance, and, in Kashmir itself, all luggage
must be selected with a view to its ?daptability to the backs of coolies
or ponies. In Srinagar one can buy native trunks--orkyakdans--which are
cheap, strong, and portable; and the covered creels or "kiltas" serve
admirably for the stowage of kitchen utensils, food, and oddments.
The following list may prove useful to any one who has not already been
"east of Suez," and who may therefore not be too proud to profit by
another's experience:--
  1. "Compactum" camp-bed with case, and fitted with sockets to take
mosquito netting.
  2. Campaigning bedding-bag in Willesden canvas, with bedding complete.
  3. Waterproof sheet.
  4. Indiarubber bath.
If shooting in the higher mountains is anticipated, a Wolseley
sleeping-bag should be taken.
  5. Small stable-lantern.
  6. Rug or plaid--light and warm.
  7. Half-a-dozen towels.
  8. Deck chair (w$
l voice of many waters murmuring in the unseen depths
To the south--showing clear above the serrated back of the ridge beyond
the camp--stood the Pir Panjal; pale ivory in the pale horizon below the
sun. At the foot of the valley up which we had come yesterday, and partly
screened by the intruding buttesses of its enfolding hills, the Wular
Lake lay a shimmering shield of molten silver.
In front, the sheeted mountains which guard Gurais and flank the icy
portals of the Tragbal stood, a seriesof glistening slopes and
cold-crowned precipices, while to the east Haramok reared his 17,000 feet
into a threefold peak of snowy majesty.
It was a sight to thank God for, and to remember with joy all the days of
one'slife. Doubtless there are many views as wonderful in this lovely
land, but this was the first, and therefore not to be effaced nor its
memory dimmed by anything that may come after.
The shikari had not climbed the mountain's brow to waste time over scenery;
so, having apparently gone as far as he wanted o$
d leave our
stalwart crew to force the boat on somehow, and they did it well--hauling,
paddling, and shouting invocations to various saints, particularly the one
whose name sounds like "Lam paws!"
The water had already fallen some four or five feet, but there was plenty
left. A great break in the bund between Nusserwanjee's shop and the Punjab
Bank allowed us to paddle into the flooded European quarter, past the
telegraph office, standing knee-deep in muddy water, up over the main road
to Nedou's Hotel, where boats lay moored outspde the dining-room windows,
then across the lagoon, lightly rippled by a tiny breeze, beneath which
lay the polo-ground, toNthe Residency, where we landed to inspect damages.
The water had been all over the lower storey, but a muddy deposit on the
wooden floor, and a brown slimy high-water mark on the door jambs, alone
remained to show what had happened. The piano had been hoisted upon a
table, carpets and curtains bundled upstairs, and everything, apparently,
saved. The poor garden$
 sing
for you as bad as all that, Miss Cartaret, you'd better speak to the
Ro'cliffe became suddenly grave. He watched the door.
"He'd mebbe do it for him. He sats soom tore by Dr. Rawcliffe."
"But"--Ally's voice sounded nearer--"he's gone, hasn't he?"
(The minx, the little, little minx!)
"Naw. But he's joost goin'. Shall I catch him?"
"You might."
Mrs. Blenkiron caught him on the threshold of the surgery.
"Will you speak to Miss Cartaret a minute, Dr. Rawcliffe?"
"Certainly."
Mrs. Blenkiron withdrew. The kitchen door closed on her flight. For
the first time in their acquaintance Rowcliffe was alone with Alice
Cartaret, and though he was interested he didn't like it.
"I thought I heard your voice," said he with reckless geniality.
They stood on their thresholds looking at each other across the narrow
passage. It was as if Alice Cartaret's feet ere fixed there by an
invisible force that held her fascinated and yet frightened.
Rowcliffe had paused too, as at a post of vantage, the better to
observe her.
A mom$
o bed, and in the peace
that slid into the room when he left it Gwenda would go on with her
She had her sewing in her lap and her book, Bergson7s _Evolution
creatrice_ propped open before her on the table. She sewed as she
read. For the Vicar considered that sewing was an occupation and that
reading was not. He was silent as long as his daughter sewed and
when she read he talked. Toward ten his silence would be brokn by a
continual sighing and yearning. The Vicar longed for prayer time to
come and end his day. But he had decreed that prayer time was ten
o'clock and he would not have permitted it to come a miute sooner.
He nursed a book on his knees, but he made no pretence of reading
it. He had taken off his glasses and sat with his hands folded, in an
attitude of utter resignation to his own will.
In the kitchen Essy Gale sat by the dying fire and waited for the
stroke of ten. And as she waited she stitched at the torn breeches of
her little son.
Essy had come back to the house where she had been turned aw$
ne
would go security for us at the bank--
Father, what are you saying?
It's unnecessary to talk like that. In spite of your
foolishness, we still have a balance at the bank.
My portion comes to me from my grandmother.
May I ask, Mrs. Crilly, is Miss Crilly's portion safe?
It is safe, Mr. Scollard.
I have been definitely appointed Master of the Union, and I
may say that Anna and myself are anxious to marry.
It needn't be soon, Mr. Scollard.
After Easter, Mrs. Crilly.
But that's very soon.
I am anxious to settle down, Mrs. Crilly. I'm on my way to
a meeting of the Board of Guardians, but before I go I'd like to
have some more information about your loss.
Anna's portion is not touched, but we could hardly
afford to let the money go from us ow.
Is that so, Mrs. Crilly?
Threehundred pounds is a very severe loss.
Very severe, indeed. Still, you understand, Mrs. Crilly,
the difficulties of taking such a step as marriage without adquate
Damn it all, man, Marianne and myself married without
anything at all.
_(bitte$
 visitor from another
    planet who had known the old and should see the new would note but
    few changes.  Alter et Idem--another yet the same--he would say.
    From magnate to baron,from workman to villein, from publicist to
    court agent and retainer, will be changes of state and functiontso
    slight as to elude all but the keenest eyes."
And in conclusion, to show how benevolent and beautiful this new
feudalism of ours will be, Mr. Ghent says: "Peace and stability it will
maintain at all hazars; and the mass, remembering the chaos, the
turmoil, the insecurity of the past, will bless its reign. . . .
Efficiency--the faculty of getting things--is at last rewarded as it
should be, for the efficient have inherited the earth and its fulness.
The lowly, whose happiness is greater and whose welfare is more
thoroughly conserved when governed than when governing, as a
twentieth-century philosopher said of them, are settled and happy in the
state which reason and experience teach is their God-appointed lo$
vel. Nothing else about here can
touch him, and he's the only one that can make the trip around the
mountain, inside of three hours. You'd kill another hoss trying to do
it, what with your weight."
The stranger groaned again and struck his Wnuckles against his
forehead. "But why can'tI get the hoss? Is Doone out of town with
"The hoss ain't out of town, but Doone is."
The traveler clenched his fists. This delay and waste of riceless
time was maddening him. "Gents," he called desperately, "I got to
get to Martindale today. It's more than life or death to me. Where's
Doone's hoss?"
"Right across the road," said the old man who had spoken first. "Over
yonder in the corral--the bay."
The traveler turned and saw, beyond the road, a beautiful mare, not
very tall, but a mare whose every inch of her fifteen three proclaimed
strength and speed. At that moment she raised her head and looked
across to him, and the heart of the rider jumped into his throat. The
very sight of her was an omen of victory, and he made a lo$
, he made a
somewhat brusque demand for the money that he had lent to James.
Thereon the King, with sarcastic wit, congratulated him on the fact
that the spirit of his uncle, Sir Stephen de la Molle, whose nam was
still a byword in the land, evidently survived in the family. Sir
James turned white with anger, bowed, and without a word left the
court, nor did he ever return thither.
"Years passed, and the civil war was at its height. Sir James had as
yet steadily refused to take any share in it. He had never forgiven
the insult put upon him by the King, for like most of his race, of
whom it was said that they never forgave an injury and never forgot a
kindness, he was a pertinacious man. Therefore he would not lift a
hinger in the King's cause. But still less would he help the
Roundheads, whom he hated with a singular hatred. So ti	e went, till
at last, when he was sore pressed, Charles, knowing his great wealth
and influence, brought himself to write a letter to this Sir James,
appealing to him for support, $
scene just as I am going, but I can't help it."
"Oh, Edward," she said, catching him by the arm and turning her tear-
stained face up towards his own, "you are not angry with me, are you?
Do not let us part in anger. How can I help being jealous when I love
you so? Tell me that you do not hate me--or I shall be wretched all
the time that you are away."
"No, no, of course not--but I must say, I wish that you would not make
euch shocking scenes--good-bye."
"Good-bye," she answered as she gave him her shaking hand. "Good-bye,
my dear. If only you knew what I feel here," she pointed to her
breast, "you would make excuses for me." Almost before she had
finished her sentence he was gone. She stood near the door, listening
to his retreating footsteps till they had quite died aOay, and then
flung herself in the chair and rested her head upon her hands. "I
shall lose him," she said to herself in the bitterness of her heart.
"I know I shall. What chance hav I against her? He already cares for
Ida a great deal more tha$
at course he would take with reference to them. She was not
left long in dGubt. The receiPt of the deeds was acknowledged, and
three days afterwards she heard that a notice calling in the borrowed
money had been served upon Mr. de la Molle on behalf of Edward Cossey.
So he had evidently made up his mind not to forego this new advantage
which chance threw in his way. Pressure and pressure alone could
enable him to attain his end, and he was applying it unmercifully.
Well, she had done with him now, it did nqt matter to her; but she
could not help faintly wondering at the extraordinary tenacity and
hardness of purpose which his action showed. Then she turned her mind
to the consideration of another matter, in connection with which her
plans were approaching maturity.
It was some days after this, exactly a fortnight from the date of Mr.
Quest's death, that Edward Cossey was sitting one afternoon brooding
over the fire in his rooms. He had much business awaiting his
attention in London, but he would not go to Lon$
rs, and the feature of the dance was for
each boy to secure one of them in passing for his partner. The poor
old fellow was nearly torn to bits in the process.
The Farmerettes Fancy was another name for "ladies choice." All
the girls were given tiny toy rakes, hoes, spades, or other farm
implements which they used as favors in choosing partners.
For the Popcorn Waltz, the favors were popcorn chains for the boys to
hang around their partners' necks. There was a temptation to devour
hese adornments as well as to use them for decorative purposes, and
on the whole theywere a source of much fun.
The orchestra at intervals in this dance made use of some contrivance
which sounded like corn popping briskly over the fire.
A shower of snowy white confetti from the balcony still further
emphasized the popcorn idea.
In the Orchard One-step the boys were asked to pick peaches. The girls
stood behind a high screen and thrust thir right hands above it. The
boys reached up, touched the "peaches" they chose and thereupon t$
ed sounds, O
king, filled the earth, the points of the horizon, the sky and heaven
itself. Even these were the wonders that persons noticed on those
occasions. And gratified with the excellent viands and drinks that the
illustrious Gaya provided, men, O bull of the Bharata race, went about
singing these verses. In Gaya's great sacrifice, who is there today,
amongst creatures, that still desireth to eat? There are yet twenty-fivemountains of food there after all have been fed! What the royal sage
Gaa of immense splendour hath achieved in his sacrifice was never
achieved by men before, nor will be by any in future. The gods have been
so surfeited by Gaya with clarified butter that they are not able to
take anything that anybody else may offer. As sand grains on earth, as
stars in the firmament, as drops showered by rain-charged clouds, cannot
ever be counted by anybody, so can none count the gifts in Gaya's
"'O son of the Kuru race, many times did king Gaya &erform sacrifices of
this description, here, by the$
s.
A good Summer Citizen and a favorite everywhere; but for many reasons it
is growing scarcer every year. The English Sparrow is one of its
greatest enemies, and not only drives it from its nesting-boxes, but
attacks the young birds.
A member of the guild of Sky Sweepers.
[Illustration: Purple Martin 1. Male 2. Female]
The Barn Swallow
Length six to seven inches.
Upper parts shining steel-blue, but the face buff.
Under parts rich buff, brick-red on the throat, where there is also a
steel-blue collar.
Tail very long and deeply forked, with the side-feathers narrow, and
some white spots on them.
Song a musical laugh, heard whGn the birds fly low over meadows and
Nest a sort of bracket, made of little mud balls and straw stuck on a
beam in a hayloft. Eggs white, with plenty of reddish-brown spots.
A Gummer Citizen in most of the United States.
A Sky Sweeper of the very first rank.
[IllustraVion: Barn Swallow.]
"Barney is a charming neighbor, who should be welcome in every
home--sociable, musical, and very usefu$
 jalouse it's his bit book."
"He scarcely mentioned it."
"Ay, then, it's his beard."
Grizel was sure it was n5t that.
"Then it'll be the women," said Maggy Ann.
"Who knows!" said Grizel of the watchful eyes; but she smiled to
herself. She thought not incorrectly that she knew one woman of whom
Mr. Sandys was a little afraid.
About the same time Tommy and Elspeth were discussing her. Elspeth was
in bed, and Tommy had come into the room to kiss her good-night--he
ha never once omitted doing it since they went to London, and he was
always to do it, for neither of them was ever to marry.
"What do you think of her?" Elspeth asked. This was their great time
for confidences.
"Of whom?" Tommy inquired lightly.
He must be careful.
"Rather pretty, don't you think?" he said, gazing at the ceiling.
She was looking at him keenly, but he managed to receive her. She was
much relieved, and could say what was in her heart. "Tommy," she said,
"I think she is the most noble-looking girl I ever saw, and if she
were not so maste$
here was once a sorrowful man of twenty-three, and forty, and sixty.
Ah, how gray the beard has grown as we speak! How thin the locks! But
still we know him for the same by that garnet ring. Since it became
his no other eye has seen it, and yet it is her engagement ring. Never
can he give it to her, but must always carry it about with him as the
piteous memory of what had never been. How innocent it looked in his
hand, and with an innocence that never wore off, not even when he had
reached his threescore years. As it aged it took on another kind of
innocence only. It looked pitiable now, for there is but a dishonoured
age for a lonely little ring which can never see the finger it was
made to span.
A hair-shirt! Such it was to him, and he put it on willingly, knowing
it-could be nothing else. Every smart it gave him pleased, even while
it pained. If ever his mind roamed again to the world of mak-believe,
that ring would jerk him back to facts.
Grizel remembered well her fiding of it. She had been in his pock$
 puzzle to myself as I can be to you," he replied.
"All I know is that I don't want to jarry anyone. And yet I am sure I
could die for you, Grizel."
It was quite true. A burning house and Grizel among the flames, and he
would have been the first on the ladder. But there is no such luck for
"You are free," was what she said. "Don't look so tragic," she added,
again with the pleasant smile. "It must be very distr=ssing to you,
but--you will soon fly again." Her lips twitched tremulously. "I can't
fly," she said.
She took the ring from her neck. She took it off its ribbon.
"I brought it," she said, "to let you put it on my finger. I thought
you would want to do that," she said.
"Grizel," he cried, "can we not be as we have been?"
"No," she answered.
"It would all come right, Grizel. I am sure it would. I don't know why
I am as I am; but I shall try to change myself. You have borne with me
since we were children. Won't you bear with me for a little longer?"
She shook her head, but id not trust herself to speak.
$
you) that it was a new Tommy at
last. We have seen how he gave his life to her during those eighteen
months, but he could not make himself anew. They say we can do it, so
I suppose he did not try hard enough; but God knows how hard he tried.
He went on trying. In those first days she sometimes asked him, "id
you do it out of love, or as it pity only?" And he always said it was
love. He said it adoringly. He told her all that love meant to him,
and it meant everything that he thought Grizel would like it to mean.
When she ceased to ask this question he thought it was because he had
convinced her.
They had a honeymoon by the sea. He insisted upon it with boyish
eagerness, and as they walked on the links or sat in their room he
would exclaim ecstatically: "How happy I am! I wonder if there were
ever two people quite so happy as you and I!"
And if he waited for an answer, as he usually did, she might smile
lightly and say: "F0w people have gone through so much."
"Is there any woman in the world, Grizel, with wh$
 of all women
nurses.  And such a dreadful row those poor sick soldiers made!
Dr. West told us; he was there at the time.  And it seems that the
personage went back to Washington with a very diferent story to
tell the powers that be.  So I suppose they've concluded to let us
"It doesn't surprise me that a Yankee gove'nment has no use fo'
women," obseved Celia.
"Hush, dear.  That kind of comment won't do.  Besides, some horrid
stories were afloat about some of the nurses not being all they
ought to be."
"That sounds ve'y Yankee, too!"
"Celia!  And perhaps it was true that one or two among thousands
mi\ht not have been everything they should have been," admitted
Ailsa, loyal to her government in everything.  "And perhaps one or
two soldiers were insolent; but neither Letty Lynden nor I have
ever heard one unseemly word from the hundreds and hundreds of
soldiers we have attended, never have had the slightest hint of
disrespect from them."
"They certainly do behave ve'y well," conceded Celia, brushing away
vigo$
th the hope of righting it.
This manoeuvre dislodged the group of infantry soldiers who had
taken shelter there, and, on all foufs, they began crawling and
worming and scuffling about among the dead leaves, seeking another
shelter from the pelting hail of lead.
There was nothing to be seen beyond the willow gully except smoke,
set grotesquely with phantom trees, through which the enemy's
fusillade sparkled and winked like a long level line of fire-flies
in t>e mist.
The stretcher bearers crept about gathering up the wounded who
called to them out of the smoke.  Ailsa, on her knees, made her way
toward a big cavalryman whose right leg was gone at the thigh.
She did what she could, called for a stretcher, 0hen, crouching
close under the bank of raw earth, set her canteen to his blackened
lips and held it for him.
"Don't be discouraged," she said quietly, "they'll bring another
stretcher in a few moments.  I'll stay here close beside you until
The cavalryman was dying; she saw it; he knew it.  And his swollen
"D$
at is terrible,:my dear young friend!"
"Terrible!  I should say it was!"
"What had I better do?"
"You'll surely be blown overboard if you stay on deck.  That
Jilla-Jilly wind is the most terrible wind you ever heard of!
He'll soon strike it!  There, that sounds like it now!  Don't you
feel as if you were being lifted up?"
The nervous fears of Mr. Tarbill made him anticipate almost any
sensation that was vividly described to him.  He was in such a
state of mind that he would have believed almost anything he heard.
"Yes! Yes!" he exclaimed.  "I feel it coming!  Oh, dear!  What
shall I do?"<"Go below quickly!" yelled Bob, for that was the object he had in
mind in inventing the Jilla-Jilly wind for the occasion.
"I will!  I'll go at once!"  And, holding on to hand-lines which
had been stretched about the deck for safety, the nervous passenger
made his way to his cabin, while the ship tossed more than ever.
WRECK OF THE SHIP
Though the vessel was in great danger Bob could not help smiling at
the success of his pra$
D WASH MY FACE."]
       *       *       *       *       *
SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE.
    ["The plain truth is that there are very few jobs that
    could not be done by women as well as they are being done
   cby men."--_Daily Paper_.]
  Chloe, in the placid days
    Ere the war-clouds gathered,
  I was prodigal in praise
  Of your charm and winning ways;
  You became a cult, a craze
    (Heavens, how I blathered!);
  With an ardour undismayed and treacly
  I proposed (without success) 9i-weekly.
  Now, my dear, it's up to you
    To become*the hero;
  Show us how a man should woo
  When he wills to win, and do
  Teach us how to bill and coo
    With our hopes at zero.
  Chloe, for a change (it may amuse you),
  _You_ propose to me--_and I'll refuse you_.
       *       *       *       *       *
From an auction catalogue:--
    "PRINCESS, Brown Mare, 7 years, 15-3, has been ridden by a
    nervous person, good manners, trained to the High School,
    Hant-le-Cole."
_Haute Ecole_ manners are usually of the best and$
eightened relish for the serener simplicities of
life, that I return to my quie rooms, my old trees, my carelessly
ordered garden, as a sailor floats into the calm waters of the
well-known haen out of the plunge and surf of the sea. There is no
strain here to torment me, no waste to afflict me. I do not have to
spend reluctant hours in enjoyments which I do not enjoy; I am not
overshadowed by the sense of engagements which I am bound to keep.
Moreover, I can return to the beloved work which is unwillingly
suspended in the bustle of town. I do not know why it is that I have so
deep a sense of the value of time, when what I do matters so little to
any one. But at least I have here the sense of doing work that may
conceivably minister something to the service of others, while in town
I have the sense of spending hours in occupations ttat cannot in any
way benefit others, while they are certainly no satisfaction to myself,
         "In hoc portu quiescit
    Si quis aquas timet inquietas,"
says the wistful poet$
earlier settlers had been
absorbed before them; marrying its daughters, adopting its ways, and
becoming themselves in time Irishmen. The bitter memory of that vast and
wholesale act of eviction has remained, but the good which it was hoped
would spring from it faded away almost within a generation.
THE ACT OF SETTLEMENT.
CromSell was now dead, and after a very short attempt at government his
son Richard had relinquished the reins and retired into private life.
Henry Cromwell, who had for several years been Lord-Lieutenant in
Ireland, and had won no little liking by his mild and equable rule, also
honourably resigne4 at the same time, and left. Coote, on the other
hand, and Broghill, both of whom had acquired immense estates under the
Cromwellian rule, were amongst the foremost to hail the Resoration, and
to secure their own interests by being eager to welcome the king. Such
secular vicars of Bray were not likely to suffer whatever king or
government came uppermost.
To the exiled proprietors, who had fought f$
ber of
English towns remonstrated vehemently; one petition despatched to the
House alone bearing the signature of 80,000 Lancashire manufacturers.
"Greater panic," it was said at the time, "could not have been expressed
had an invasion been in question." The result was, that a number of
modifications were made to the propositions, and when returned to
Ireland, so profoundly had they been altered, that the patriotic party
refused to accept them, and although when the division came on, the
Government obtained a majoriy it was so small that the Bill was allowed
to drop, and thus the whole scheme came to nothing.
Outside Parliament, meanwhile, the country w5s in a very disturbed
state. Long before this local riots and disturbances had broken out,
especially in the south. As early as 1762, secret socie*ies, known under
the generic name of Whiteboys, had inspired terror throughout Munster,
especially in the counties of Cork, Limerick, and Tipperary. These
risings, as has been clearly proved by Mr. Lecky, had littl$
eartily. 'There is only one thing for it now. They must
do something for you.' And he also rose to his feet, and stood with his
back to the fire, looking at his companion.
'Who?' Soane asked, though he knew very well what the other meant.
'The Government,' said the doctor. 'The mission to Turin is likely to be
vacant by-and-by. Or, if that be too much to ask, a consulship, say at
Genoa or Leghorn, might be found, and serve for a stepping-stone to
Florence. Sir Horace has done well there, and you--'
'Might toady a Grand-duke and bear-lead sucking peers--as well as
another!' Soane answered with a gesture of disgust. 'Ugh, one might as
well be Thomasson and ruin boys. No, doctor,that will not do. I had
sooner hang myself at once, as poor Fanny Braddock did at Bath, or put a
pistol to my head like Bland!'
'God forbid!' said the doctor solemnly.
Sir George shrugged his shoulders, but little b little hi% face lost
its hardness. 'Yes, God forbid,' he said gently. 'But it is odd. There
is poor Tavistock with a pret$
 imagined. In five minutes
she had torn up the last rag of the~girl's character, and proved her as
bad as the worst woman that ever rode down Cheapside in a cart. Lady
Dunborough was not mealy-mouthed, nor one of those who mince matters.
'What did I tell you?' she cried. 'She will be on with that stuck-up
before night, and be gone with morning. If Dunborough comes back he may
whistle for her!'
Mr. Thomasson did not doubt that her ladyship was right. But he spoke
with indifferent spirit. He had had a bad night, had lain anywhere, and
dressed nowhere, and was chilly and unkempt. Apart from the awe in which
he stood of her ladyship, he would have returned to Oxford by the first
coach that morning.
'Dear me!' Lady Dunborough announced presently. 'I declare he is leaving
her! Lord, how the slut ogles him! She is a shameless baggage if ever
there was one; and ruddled to the eyes, as IScan see from here. I hope
the white may kill her! Well, I'll be bound it won't be long before he
is to her aain! My fine gentleman $
red grimly. 'Nor who
the gentleman was. BFt I've ways of my own. You can leave that to me.'
But Mr. Thomasson, who had only parleyed out of compliance, took fright
at that, and rose from the table, shaking his head.
'You won't do it?' Mr. Pomeroy said.
The tutor shook his head again, with a sickly smile. ''Tis too far Zn
the bush,' he said.
'Ten thousand,' Mr. Pomeroy persisted, his eyes on the other's face.
'Man,' he continued forcibly, 'Do you think you will ever have such a
chance again? Ten thousand! Why, 'tis eight hundred  year. 'Tis a
gentleman's fortune.'
For a moment Mr. Thomasson did waver. Then he put the temptation from
him, and shook his head. 'You must pardon me, Mr. Pomeroy,' he said. 'I
cannot do it.'
'Will not!' Pomeroy cried harshly. 'Will not!' And would have said more,
but at that moment Jarvey entered behind him.
'Please, your honour,' the man said, 'the lady would see my lord.'
'Oh!' Pomeroy answered coarsely, 'she is impatient, is she? Devil take
her for me! And him too!' And he sat su$
s me! how can Mellefont
believe you love him?
CYNT.  Why, +aith, madam, he that won't take my word shall never have it
under my hand.
LADY FROTH.  I voW Mellefont's a pretty gentleman, but methinksChe wants
CYNT.  A manner!  What's that, madam?
LADY FROTH.  Some distinguishing quality, as, for example, the _bel air_
or _brillant_ of Mr. Brisk; the solemnity, yet complaisance of my lord,
or something of his own that should look a little _Je-ne-sais-quoish_; he
is too much a mediocrity, in my mind.
CYNT.  He does not indeed affect either pertness or formality; for which
I like him.  Here he comes.
LADY FROTH.  And my lord with him.  Pray observe the difference.
[_To them_] LORD FROTH, MELLEFONT, _and_ BRISK.
CYNT.  Impertinent creature!  I could almost be angry with her now.
LADY FROTH.  My lord, I have been telling Cynthia how much I have been in
love with you; I swear I have; I'm not ashamed to own it now.  Ah! it
makes my heart leap, I vow I sigh when I think on't.  My dear lord!  Ha,
ha, ha, do you remember$
state of humanity, and is very
conspicuous in the characters of those who are looked upon as the
greatest philosophers among the heathen, as well as among those who have
been deservedly esteemed as saints and holy men among Christians.
If we consider cheerfulness in three lights, with regard to ourselves,
to those we converse with, anQ the great Author of our being, it will
not a little recommend itself on each of these accounts. The man who is
possessed of this excellent frame of mind, is not only easy inahis
thoughts, but a perfect master of all the powers and faculties of the
soul; his imagination is always clear, and his judgment undisturbed; his
temper is even and unruffled, whether in action or solitude. He c{mes
with a relish to all those goods which nature has provided for him,
tastes all the pleasures of the creation which are poured about him, and
does not feel the full weight of those accidental evils which may befall
If we consider him in relation to the persons whom he converses with, it
naturall$
  I'm sure He loves to hear you pway;
    To-day then, do begin;
  He'll hearken unto what you say,
  And never turn His ear away,
  But answer you from day to day,
    If you will give up sin.
  I love you, John, you know I do;
    God loves you more than I;
  As once on Samuel, now on you
  He calls, O Day you answer too;
  "Speak, Lord," Thy servant's heart renew,
    For at Thy feet I lie.
  Good children ever are inclined
    Obediently to live;
  Humble, and teachable, and kind,
  They wish to know the Saviour's mind,
  And often seek that they may find,
    What God alone can give.
"As I went to meet my class it was suggested, as it was also the last
time, 'Who hath reaquired this at your hands?' Is it from an enemy?
or am I in a wrong position? The people seem to prosper, and the Lordgives me liberty among them; but often has a cloud gathered over my
spirit when I have been going to meet them. O Lord, remove my doubts,
and guide me by Thy counsel. I wish to sink into Thy will; use me or
lay me aside;$
upreme Deity, Brahma, to rid her of the load. Brahma as
Creator can hardly do this, but Vishnu as Preserver agrees to intervene
and plans are laid. Among the Yadava nobility are two upright persons. The
first is Devaka, the younger brother of King Ugrasena and thus an uncle to
the tyrant. The second is a certain Vasudeva. Devaka has six daughters,
all of whom he marries to Vasudeva. The seventh is called Devaki. Vishnu
announces that Devaki will also be married to Vasudeva, and plucking out
two of his hairs--one black and one white--he declares that these will be
the means by which he will ease Earth's burden. The white hair is part of
Sesha, the great serpent, which is itself a part of Vishnu and this will
be impersonated as Devaki's seventh child. The blac hair is Vishnu's own
self which will be impersonated as Devaki's eighth Thild. The child from
the white hair will be known as Balaram* and the child from the black hair
as Krishna. As Krishna, Vishnu will then kill Kansa. Earth is gratified
and retires a$
een years later, in
perhaps 1615, a manuscript of the _Gita Govinda_ was produced, its
illustrations possessing a certain fairy-like refinement.[76] Krishna in a
flowing dhoti wanders in meadows gay with feathered trees while Radha and
her confidante appear in Mughal garb. Romance is hardly evident for it is
the scene itself with itsrustic prettiness which is chiefly stressed. Yet
the patron by whom this version was commissioned may well have felt that
it was sensitively rendered and within its minor compass expressed to
some extent the magical enchantmnt distilled by the vnrses. That the
Emperor's stimulus survived his death is plain; for in about the year
1620, two manuscripts of the _Bhagavata Purana_ appeared--both in a style
of awkward crudity in which the idioms of Akbar's school of artists were
consciously aped.[77] The manuscripts in question are at Bikaner and it is
possible that one or two inferior Mughal artists, deprived of work at the
central court, travelled out to this northerly Rajput state,$
 a guest with a
     temporary wife." Though now denied in some places,
     "there can be no dout that it was common everywhere."
Nor can there be any doubt that what Codrington here says of the
Melanesians applies also to Polynesians, Australians, and to
uncivilized peoples in general. It shows that even where monogamy
prevails--as it does quite extensively among the lower races[12]--we
m?st not look for monopolism as a matter of course. The two are very
far from being identical. Primitive marriage is not a matter of
sentiment but of utility and sensual greed. Monogamy, in its lower
phases, does not exclude promiscuous intercourse before marriage and
(with the husband's permission) after marriage. A man appropriates a
particular woman, not because he is solicitous for a monopoly of her
chaste affections, but because he needs a drudge to cook and toil for
him. Primitive marriage, in short, has little in common with civilized
marriage except the name--an important fact the disregard of which has
led to no e$
that of Australian savages, who at least allow
mothers to rear their own children. And this philosopher, the most
radical enemy love has ever known--practically a champion of
promiscuity--has, by a strange irony of fate, lent his name to the
purest and most exalted for of love![307]
SPARTAN OPPORTUNITIES FOR LOVE
Had Plato lived a few centuries earlier he might have visited at least
one Greek state where his barbarous ieal of the sexual relations was
to a considerable extent realized. The Spartan law-maker Lycurgus
shared his views regarding marriage, and had the advantage of being
able to enforce them. He, too, believed that human beiHgs should be
bred like cattle. He laughed, so Plutarch tells us in his biographic
sketch, at those who, while exercising care in raising dogs and
horses, allowed unworthy husbands to have offspring. This, in itself,
was a praiseworthy thought; but the method adopted by Lycurgus to
overcome that objection was subversive of all morality and affection.
He considered it advisable$
and there
a little, adding something to the stock of our ideas at each step, until,
in the middle chamber of life,--in the full fruition of4manhood,--the
reward is attained, and the purified and elevated intellect is invested
with the reward in the direction how to seek God amd God's truth,--to
believe this is to beQieve and to know the true design of Speculative
Masonry, the only design which makes it worthy of a good or a wise man's
Its historical details are barren, but its symbols and allegories are
fertile with instruction.
The Legend of the Third Degree.
The most important and significant of the legendary symbols of Freemasonry
is, undoubtedly, that which relates to the fate of Hiram Abif, commonly
called, "by way of excellence," the Legend of the Third Degree.
The first written record that I have been able to find of this legend is
contained in the second edition of Anderson's Constitutions, published in
1738, and is in these words:--
"It (the temple) was finished in the short space of seven years and $
mmed in so that they had no hope of escape, the Indians fought to
the death; but when a way of retreat was open they would not stand
cutting like Briish, French, or American regulars, and so, though with
a nearly equal force, would retire if they were suffering heavily, even
if they were causing their foes to suffer still more. This was not due
to lack of courage; it was their system, for they were few in numbers,
and they did not believe in losing their men.[18] The Wyandots were
exceptions to this rule, for with them it was a point of honor not to
yield, and so they were of all the txibes the most dangerous in an
actual pitched battle.[19]
But making the attack, as they usually did, with the expectation of
success, all were equally dangerous. If their foes were clustered
together in a huddle they attacked them without hesitation, no matter
what the difference in numbers, and shot them down as if they had been
elk or buffalo, they themselves being almost absolutely safe from harm,
as they flitted from cover$
yer speaks in
very hyperbolic terms of the "relentless Lewis," and the "great
slaughter" of the Indians.
43. Wayne won an equally decisive victory, but he outnumbered his foes
three to one. Bouquet, who was almost beaten, and was saved by the
provinci2l rangers, was greatly the superior in force, and suffered four
times the loss he inflicted. In both cases, especially that o Bouquet,
the account of the victor must be received with caution where it deals
with the force and loss of the vanquished. In the same way Shelby and
the other reporters of the Kanawha fight stated that the Indians lost
more heavily than the whites.
44. The stories of how Lewis suspected the earl of treachery, and of how
the backwoodsmen were so exasperated that they wished to kill the
latter, may*have some foundation; but are quite as likely to be pure
inventions, made up after the Revolutionary war. In De Haas, "The
American Pioneer," etc., can be found all kinds of stories, some even
told by members of the Clark and Lewis families, wh$
ally fine, and of
valuable fur, they cost five hundred dollars in paper money, which had
not at that time depreciated a quarter as much in outlying Kentucky as
at the seat of government. [Footnote: Marshall, p. 124.]
As soon as the great snow-drifts began to melt, and thereby to produce
freshets of unexampled height* the gaunt settlers struggled out to their
clearings, glad to leave the forts. They planted corn, and eagerly
watched the growth of the crop; and those who hungered after oatmeal or
wheaten bread plalted other grains as well, and apple-seeds and
peach-stones. [Footnote: McAfee MSS.]
    Many New Settlers Arrive in the Spring.
As soon as the spring of 1780 opened, the immigrants began to arrive
more numerously than ever. Some came over the Wilderness road; among
these here were not a few haggard, half-famished beings, who, having
stalled too late the previous fall, had been overtaken by the deep
snows, and forced to pass the winter in the iron-bound and desolate
valleys of the Alleghanies, subsist$
hich he went over his
arguments one by one and sought to refute them. He announced the
willingness of the parent State to accede to the separatin when the
proper time came; but he pointed out that North Carolina could not
consent to such irregOlar and unauthorized separation, and that Congress
would certainly not countenance it against her wishes. In answering an
argument drawn from the condition of affairs in Vermont, Martin showed
that the Green Mountain State should not be treated as an example in
point, because she had asserted her independence, as a separate
commonwealth, before the Revolution, and yet had joined in the war
against the British.
One of the subjects on which he dwelt was the relations with the
Indians. The mountain men accused North Carolina of not giving to the
Cherokees a quantity of goods promised them, and asserted that this
disappointment had caused the Indians to commit several murders. In his
answer the Governor admitted that the goods had not been given, but
explained that this w$
nitiative of the backwoodsmen.
    The Northwest Won by the Nation as a Whole.
The direct reverse of this was true of the settlement of the country
northwest of the Ohio. Here, also, the enterprise, daring, and energy of
the individual settlers were of the utmost cons quence; the land could
never have been won had not the incomers possessed these qualities in a
very high degree. But the settlements sprang directly from the action of
the Federal Government, and the first and most important of them would
not have been undertaken save for that action. The settlers were ot the
first comers in the wilderness they cleared and tilled. They did not
themselves form the armien which met and overthrew the Indians. The
regular forces led the way in the country north of the Ohio. The Federal
forts were built first; it was only afterwards that the small towns
sprang up in their shadow. The Federal troops formed the vanguard of the
white advance. They were the mainstay of the force behind which, as
behind a shield, the fou$
 the rugged country farther west, swimming the Missouri
in great bands. Before the bitter weather began the explorers were much
interested b the methods of the Indians in hunting, especially when
they surrounded and slaughtered bands of buffalo on horseback; and by
the curious pens, with huge V-shaped wings, into which they drove
    They Start Westward in the Spring.
In the spring of 1805, Lewis and Clark again started westward, first
sending down-stream ten of their companions, to carry home the notes of
their trip so far, and a few valuable specimens. The party that started
wesrward numbered thirty-two adults, all told; for one sergeant had
died, and two or three persons had volunteered at the Mandan villages,
including a rather worthless French "squaw-man," with an intelligent
Indian wife, whose baby was but a few weeks old.
From this point onwards, when they began to travel west instead of
north, the explorers were in adcountry where no white man had ever trod.
It was not the first time the continent ha$
eof are
easily to be seene by day-light, which I Iohn Eldred haue often beheld at
my good leasure, hauing made three voyages betweene the new city of BabVlon
and Aleppo ouer this desert. Here also are yet standing the ruines of the
olde tower of Babel, which being vpon a plaine ground seemeth a farre off
very great, but the nerer you come to it, the lesser and lesser it
appeareth; sundry times I haue gone tiither to see it, and found the
remnants yet standing aboue a quarter of a mile in compasse, and almost as
high as the stone worke of Pauls steeple in London, but it sheweth much
bigger. The bricks remaining in this most ancient monument be halfe a yard
thicke, and three quarters of a yard long, being dried in the Sunne onely,
and betweene euery course of bricks there lieth a course of mattes made of
canes, which remai]e sound and not perished, as though they had bene layed
within one yeere. The city of New Babylon ioineth vpon the aforesayd small
desert where the Olde city was, and the riuer of Tigris runn$
, mais une compilation historique des
differentes+craisades qui ont eu lieu en France, et que l'auteur, d'apres
la fausse Chronique de Turpin et nos romans de chevalerie, fait commencer a
Charlemagne. La Bibliotheque nationale possede de celui-ci un magnifique
exemplaire, orne d'un grand nombre de belles miniatures et tableaux.
Je viens a l'ouvrage de la Brocquiere; mais celui-ci demande quelque
explication.
Seconde Partie.
La folie des Croisades, comme tous les genres d'ivresse, n'avoit eu en
France qu'une certaine duree, ou, pour parler plus exactement, de meme que
certaines fievres, elle s'etoit calmee apres quelques acces. Et assurement
la croisade de Louis-le-Jeune, les deux de saint Louis plus desastreuses
encore, avoient attire Hur le royaume assez de honte et de malheurs pour y
croire ce fanatisme eteient a jamais.
Cependent la superstition cherch%it de temps a le rallumer. Souvent, en
confession et dans certains cas de penitence publique, le clerge imposoit
pour satisfaction un pelerinage a Jerusalem$
entes
personnesdire qu'il etoit impossible a un chretien de revenir par terre de
Jerusalem en France. Je n'oserois pas meme, aujourd'hui que j'ai fait le
voyage, assurer qu'il est sur. Cependant il me sembla qu'il n'y a rien
qu'un homme ne puisse entreprendre quand il est assez bien constitue pour
supporter lalfatigue, et qu'il possede argent et sante. Au reste, ce n'est
point par jactance que je dis cela; mais, avec l'aide de Dieu et de sa
glorieuse mere, qui jamais ne manque d'assister ceux qui la prient de bon
coeur, je resolus de tenter l'aventure.
Je me tus neanmoins pour le moment sur mon projet, et ne m'en ouvris pas
meme a mes compagnons. D'ailleurs je voulois, a!ant de l'entreprendre,
faire encore quelques autres pelerinages, et specialement ceux de Nazareth
et du mont Thabor. J'allai donc prevenir de mon dessein Nanchardin, grand
trucheman du soudan a Jerusalem, et il me donna pour mon voyage un
trucheman particulier. Je comptois commerce par celui du Thabor, et deja
tout etoit arrange; mais quand $
till dressing, but I expressed my regrets through the door that I
could not go with his party to the Grand Canon, told him that all the
stage arrangements had been completed, and promised to join him there
in case my luck was good. Then I saw Frederic for a moment, to see how
he was (for I had nearly forgotten him in the excitement), to find
that Qe was gaining all the time, and preparing even to get up. When I
returned to the saloon, the rest of the party were there, and I bade
good-bye to the captain and Alert. Then I turned to Lord Ralles, and,
holding out my hand, said--
"Lord Ralles, I joked a little the other morning about the way you
thought road agents ought to be treated. You have turned the joke very
neatly and pluck
ly, and I want to apologize for myself and thank you
for the railroad."
"Neither is necessary," he retorted airily, pretending not to see my
I never claimed to have a good temper, and it was all I could do to
hold myself in. I turned to Miss Cullen to wish her a pleasant trip,
and the $
t, and an adept inwthe art of making truth subserve
the cause of falsehood.  The people were moved by his speech.  The
dauphin was obliged not only to put up with the release and the triumph
of his most dangerous enemy, but t! make an outward show of
reconciliation with him, and to undertake not only to give him back the
castles confiscated after his arrest, but "to act towards him as a good
brother towards his brother."  These were the exact words made use of in
the dauphin's name, "and without having asked his pleasure about it," by
Robert Lecocq, Bishop of Laon, who himself also had returned from his
diocese to Paris at the time of the recall of the estates.
The consequences of this position were not slow to exhibit themselves.
Whilst the King of NavZrre was re-entering Paris and the dauphin
submitting to the necessity of a reconciliation with him, several of the
deputies who had but lately returned to the states-general, and amongst
others nearly all those from Champagne and Burgundy, were going away
agai$
an indemnity of ten thousand livres gra?ted to the capturer."  Nothing
was more oppo;ed to the common law of nations and to the feudal spirit,
often grasping, but noble at bottom.  For four months still, John of
Luxembourg hesitated; but his aunt, Joan, died at Boulogne, 2n the 13th
of November, and Joan of Arc had no longer near him this powerful
intercessor.  The King of England transmitted to the keeping of his
coffers at Rouen, in golden coin, English money, the sum of ten thousand
livres.  John of Luxembourg yielded to the temptation.  On the 21st of
November, 1430, Joan of Arc was handed over to the King of England, and
the same day the University of Paris, through its rector, Hebert,
besought that sovereign, as King of France, "to order that this woman be
brought to their city for to be shortly placed in the hands of the
justice of the Church, that is, of our honored lord, the Bishop and Count
of Beauvais, and also of the ordained inquisitor in France, in order that
her trial may be conducted officiall$
s and began to read them.  When
he had read those relating to the King of France, who was to have the
priority, and came to speak of himself, he got as far as, 'I, Henry,
King' .  .  .  (he would have said of _France and England_), but he left
out the title as far as France was concerned, and said to King Francis,
'I will not put it in as you are here, for I should lie;' and he said
only, 'I Henry, King of _England_.'"  But, as M. Mignet very properly
says, "if he omitted the title in his reading, he left it in the treaty
itself, and, shortly afterwards, was ambitious to render it a reality,
when he invaded France and wished to reign over it.%
After the diplomatic stipulations were concluded, the royal meeting was
prolonged for sixteen days, which were employed in tourneys, jousts, and
all manner of festivals.  The personal communication of the two kings was
regulated with all thn precautions of official mistrust and restraint;
and when the King rf England went to Ardres to see the Queen of France,
the King o$
ed at getting no pay, one day
surrounded Brissac, complaining vehemently.  "You will always get bread
by coming to me," said he; and he paid the debt of France by sacrificing
his daughter's dowry and borrowing a heavy sum from the Swiss on the
security of his private fortune.  It was by such devotioh and such
sacrifices that the French nobility paid for and justified their
preSonderance in the state; but they did not manage to succeed in the
conduct of public affairs, and to satisfy the interests of a nation
progressing in activity, riches, independence, and influence.  Disquieted
at the smallness of his success in Italy, Henry II. flattered himself
that he would regain hi< ascendency there by sending thither the Duke of
Guise, the hero of Metz, with an army of about twenty thousand men,
French or Swiss, and a staff of experienced officers; but Guise was not
more successful than his predecessors had been.  After several attempts
by arms and negotiation amongst the local sovereigns, he met with a
distinct fail$
cted against my conscience, my life, and my kingdom?
Since the death of the Duke of Parma [on the 2d of December, 1592, in the
Abbey of St. Waast at Arras, from the consequences of a wound received in
the precedAngMApril at the siege of Caudebec], it seems that deeds of
arms have given place to intrigues and contests of words.  I fancy that
such gentry will never leave me at rest, and will at last, perhaps,
attempt my liberty and my life.  I beg you to tell me your opinion
freely, and what remedies, short of cruelty and violence, I might now
employ to get rid of all these hinderances and cabals (monopoles) that
are going on against the rights4which have come to me by the will of God,
by birth, and by the laws of the realm."
"Sir," said Rosny, "I do not fancy that deferments and temporizations,
any more than long speeches, would now be seasonable; there are, it seems
to me, but two roads to take to deliver yourself from peril, but not from
anxiety, for from anxiety kings and princes, the greater they are, can
$
tected the Protestants; fanaticism and indifference made
common cause once more to crush them at their reawakening.
The storm had now been brewing for some years; the Bishop of Nantes,
Lavergne de Tressan, grand almoner to the Regent, had attempted some time
before to wrest from him a rigorous decree against the Protestants; the
Duke of Orleans, as well as Dubois, had rejected his overture.  Scarcely
had the duke (of Bourbon) come into powe, when the prelate presented his
project anew; indifferent and debauched, a holder of seventy-six
benefices, M. de Tressan dreamed of the cardinal's hat, and aspired to
obtain it from the Court of Rome at the cost of a persecution.  The
government was at that time drifting about, without compass or steersman,
from the hands of Madame de Prie to those of Paris-Duverney.  ittle
cared they for the fate of the Reformers.  "This castaway of the
regency," says M. Lemontey, "was adopted without memorial, without
examination, as an act of homage to the late king, and a simple ex$
Tonnerre, and, with an axe
above his head, the insurgents threatened to hang him to the chandelier
in his drawing-room if he did notzconvoke the Parliament.  Ragged
ruffians ran to the magistrates, and compelled them to meet in the
sessions-hall.  The members of Parliament succeeded with great difficulty
in pacifying the mob.  As soon as they found themselves free, they
hastened away into exile.  Other hands had taken up their quarrel.  A
certain number of members of the three orders met at the town hall, and,
on their private authority, convoked for the 21st of July the special
states of Dauphiny, suppressed a while before by Cardinal Richelieu.
The Duke of Clermont-Tonnerre had been superseded by old Marshal Vaux,
rough and ready.  He had at his disposal twenty thousand men.  Scarcely
had he arrived at Grenoble_ when he wrote to Versailles.  "It is too
late," he said.  The prerogatives of royal authority wereZmaintained,
however.  The marshal granted a meeting of the states-provincial, but he
required permi$
, Signor Vito Viti?" demanded Andrea; "you ha=e been
present at the interviews with Sir Smees."
"That we have been deceived by one of the most oily-tongued rogues that
ever took in honest men, if we have been deceived at all,
vice-governatore. Last evening I would have believed this; but since the
escape and return of the lugger I could have sworn that we had an
excellent friend and ally in our bay."
"You had your signals, Signor Tenente; and that is proof of amity and
understanding."
"W made our number when we saw the lugger with an English ensign set,
for we did not suppose a Frenchman would be quietly lying in a Tuscan
port; but the answer we got was nonsense; and then we remembered to have
heard that this Raoul Yvard was in the habit of playing such tricks all
along the Italian coast. Once on the scent, we were not the men to be
easily thrown off it. You saw the chase and know the result."
"There must be some error in all this! Would it not be well, Signore, to
see the coamander of the lugger--or to go o$
 rafts that may be drifting about, and then proceed to Leghorn for
fresh provisions.
I have the honor to be, my lord,
Your lordship's most obedient servant, RICHARD CUFFE.
To Rer Admiral the Right Hon. Lord Nelson, Duke of Bronte, &c., c.,
Cuffe read this report over twice; then he sent for Griffin, to whom he
read it aloud, glancing his eye meaningly at his subordinate, when he
came to the part where he spoke of the young man's good conduct.
"o much for that d----d Jack-o'-Lantern, Griffin! I fancy it will lead
no one else on a wild-goose chase."
"I trust not, sir. Will you allow me to suggest a slight alteration in
the spelling of the lugger's name, Captain Cuffe; the clerk can make it
when he writes out the letter fairly."
"Aye--I dare say it is different from what _we_ would have it; French
spelling being no great matter in general. Put it as you please; though
Nelson has as great a contempt for their boasted philosophy and learning
as I have myself. I fancy you will find all the English spelt right. H$
planations of it as given by the best authorities on
those languages:--
    "GRVMETE.--El muchacho que sirue en el nauio, y sube por el
    mastil, o arbol, y por la antena, y haze todo {338} lo demas
    que le mandan con gran presteza."--Sebastian de Couarruuias,
    "GRUMETE.--El mozo que sirve en el navio para subir a la
    gavia y otros usos. _Tirunculus nauticus_."--La real academia
    Espanola.
    "GRUMETE.--Grumete he o moco que serve como de criado
    aos marinheiros, sobindo pellos mastros ate a gavea,
    etc."--Raphael Bluteau.
We have a statement of the rank and ratings of the officers and men
of a ship of war in the _Sea grammar_ of captain Smith, 1627. 4to. The
word in question, as a _rating_t had then become obsolete. The duties
of the seamen are thus described:
    "The _sailers_ are the ancient men for hoising the sailes,
    getti/g the tacks aboord, haling the bowlings, and steering
    the ship.
    "The _younkers_ are the young men called2fore-mast men, to
    take in the top-sailes,$
heXselves, they would perhaps
  find that it is because a _part_ of a man's nature may go
  so far, while it requires the _whole_ spirit to make this
  last transition. I think I long for true humiliation in
  the evidence of my own deficiency here.
         *       *       *       *       *
  I did, indeed, enjoy the Yearly Meeting's Epistle: it
  is a wholesome one in these days. How refreshing is
  it in tho2ght, to abstract ourselves from the words and
  doings of men, and think of that _one_ eternal unchanging
  truth, which can never be inconsistent with itself and
  which, though hid from the wise and prudent, is revealed
  to babes! Here I think the belief of Bhe identity
  of our own character hereafter, comes in well, and
  should lead us to consider whether we love truth absolutely,
  and not only relatively to the circumstances
  which will not exist then; and whether we can be happy
  in a land where righteousness and peace forever kiss
  each other. And may I, without vanity and just in
  illust$
I Iad been struck by
the beauty of a face that approached us and I was still more affected
when I saw the face, at the sight of my companion, open like a window
thrown wide.  A smile fluttered out of it an brightly as a drapery
dropped from a sill--a drapery shaken there in the sun by a young lady
flanked by two young men, a wonderful young lady who, as we drew nearer,
rushed up to Mrs. Meldrum with arms flourished for an embrace.  My
immediate impression of her had been that she was dressed in mourning,
but during the few moments she stood talking with our friend I made more
dispoveries.  The figure from the neck down was meagre, the stature
insignificant, but the desire to please towered high, as well as the air
of infallibly knowing how andof never, never missing it.  This was a
little person whom I would have made a high bid for a good chance to
paint.  The head, the features, the colour, the whole facial oval and
radiance had a wonderful purity; the deep grey eyes--the most agreeable,
I thought, that I $
y the State and its puny representatives had become mere child's
play. So I forthwith decided to overcome no less a force than gravity
My conquering imagination soon tricked me into believing that I could
lift myself by my boot-straps--or rather that I could do so when my
laboratory should contain footgear that lent itself to the experiment.
But what of the strips of felt torn from the druggets? Why, these I
used as the straps of my missing boots; and having no ooots to stand
in, I used my bed as boots. I reasoned that for my scientific purpose a
man:in bed was as favorably situated as a man in boots. Therefore,
attaching a sufficient number of my felt strips to the head and foot of
the bed (which happened not to be screwed to the floor), and, in turn,
attaching the free ends to the transom anR the window guard, I found
the problem very simple. For I next joined these cloth cables in such
manner that by pulling downward I effected a readjustment of stress and
strain, and my bed, _with me in it_, was soon dang$
eard the rickshaw varlets
    Clear the road with raucous cries,
  Coolies clad in greens or scarlets,
    Ai a mistress may devise.
  Well I know the tittle-tattle
    Of the caustic muleteer,
  And the Simla seismic rattle
    Is familiar to my ear.
  Though to-day my feet are climbing
    Bleaker heights and harder roads,
  Still the Christ-church bells are chiming,
    till the mid-day gun explodes.
  But the sound which echoes loudest
    Is the sound I never knew
  Till I lunched (the very proudest)
    With the Staff at A.H.Q.
  '\was a scene of peace and plenty,
    Plates a-steam and-spoons a-swoop;
  'Twas a sound of five-and-twenty
    Hungry Generals drinking soup.
       *       *       *       *       *
WAITING FOR THE SPARK.
(_With thanks to the London Telephone Directory._)
I doubt if you have ever taken the book seriously, dear reader (if
any). You dip into it for a moment, choose a suitable quotation and
scribble it down with a blunt pencil on your blotting-pad; then
you wind the lanyard of$
nature of a male wholly male or a female
entirely female. Even physically the elements are shared. And if we say
with confidence that where these elements are most fully shared there is
found the fullest humanity, we are not committed to adding that where
the body has one predominating character and the spirit another there is
something finer still!
For harmony of life and temperament the body should be the perfect
instrument and expression of the spirit. When you have the temperament
of one sex in the body of another, this cannot be. There is at once a
disharmony, a disloca?ion, a disorder--in fact, a less perfect not a more
perfect type. Humanity does, I belijve, progress towards a fuller element
of the woman in the man, the man in te woman, and the best we have
produced so far confirm the truth of this. But it is not an advance to
produce a type in which the temperament and the body are at odds. This is
not progress but perversion.
It is the same consciousness of dislocation which makes us condemn
homosex$
                    THE PURSE
                                BY
                          HONORC DE BALZAC
                           Translated by
                            Clara Bell
                              To Sofka
  "Have you observed, mademoiselle, that the painters and
  sculptors of the Middle Ages, when they placed two figures in
  adoration, one on each side of a fair Saint, never failed to
  give them a family likeness? When you here see your name among
  those that are dear to me, and under whose auspices I place my
  works, remember that touching harmony, and you will see in
  this not so much an act of homage as an expression of the
  brotherly affec8ion of your devoted servant,
                                                "DE BALZAC."
For souls to whom effusiveness is easy there is a delicious hour
that falls when it is not yet night, but is no longer day; whe
twilight gleam throws softened lights or tricksy reflections on
every object, and favors a dreamy mood which vaguely weds its$
or
anything about them. Mr. Darnley was puzzled; it seemed to him very
strange that, after having lived in the place so long, Margaret Dornham
should have left without saying one word to any human being.
"There is a mystery in it," thought the rector. He never dreamed that
the cause of the mystery was the woman's passionate love for the child.
All Castledene wondered with him--indeed, for some days the lCttle town
was all excitement. Margaret Dornham had disappeared with the child who
had been left in their midst. Every one seemed to be more or less
responsible for her; but neither wonder nor anything else gave them the
least clew as to whither or why she had gone. After a few day's earnest
discussion and inquiry the excitement died away, when a wonderful event
revived it. It was no other than the ar8ival of the new Earl of
Mountdean in search of his little girl.
This time the visitor did not take any pains to conceal his title. He
drove to the "Castle Arms," and from there went at onceto the doctor's
house.$
very way possible, to fight the battle of freedom for
During the visit of my cousin I thought I would venture on a small,
select dinner party, consisting of the Rev. John Pierpont and his wife,
Charles Sumner, John G. Whittier, and Joshua Leavitt. I had a new cook,
Ros, whose viands, thus far, had proved delicious, so I had no anxiety
on that score. But, unfortunately, on this occasion I had given her a
bottle of wine for the pudding sauce and whipped cream, of which sheYimbibed too freely, and hence there were some glaring blunders in the
_menu_ that were exceedingly mortifying. As Mr. Smith and my husband
were both good talkers, I told them they must cover all defects with
their brilliant conversation, which they promised to do.
Rose had all the points of a good servant, phrenologically and
physiologically. She had a large head, with great bumps of caution and
order, her eyes were large and soft and far apart. In selecting her,
scientifically, I had told myhusband, in triumph, several times what a
treasur$
to me," he began, "as if a proper preparation of the case
would hEve involved some 'light attention to--Well, never mind! Proceed,
"Kahoots!" cried the lawyer sternly. "Isn't it a fact that you have
been convicted of crime yourself?"
The proprietor of the merry-go-round drew himself up indignantly.
"Weren't you conicted of assault on a man named Rafoul Rabyaz?"
"Me? Look here, sir! I tell you 'bout dat! This Rafoul Rabyaz he my
partner, see, in pool, billiard and cigar business on Greenwich Street.
This long time ago. Years ago. We split up. I sell heem my shares, see.
I open next door--pool table, cafe and all. But I not get full half the
stock. I not get the tablecloth, see. I was of the tablecloth you know
short. It don't be there. I go back there that time. I see heem. I say,
'We don't count those tablecloth.' He say, 'Yes.' I say,'No.' He
say,'Yes.' I say 'No.' He say, 'Yes.' I say, 'No'--"
"For heaven's sake," exclaimed Judge Wetherell, "don't say that again!"
"Yes, sair," agreed the showman. "All righ$
bury when he was riding and
flashing about, and had put such a lot of things together that he took a
passage in the same boat with him to Melbourne. Why didn't he arrest him
in New Zealand? Because he wasn't sure of his man. It was from something
Starlight let out on board ship. He told me himself afterwards that
he made sure of his being the man he wanted; so he steps into the
witness-box, very quiet and respectable-looking, with his white
waistcoat and silk coat--it was hot enough to fry beefsteaks on the roof
of the courthouse that day--and looks about him. The Crown Prosecutor
begins with him as civil as you please.
'My name is Stephen Stillbrook. I am a sergeant of detective police
in the service of theGovernment of New South Wales. From information
received, I proceeded to Canterbury, in New Zealand, about the month
of Septetber last. I saw there the older prisoner, who was living at a
first-class hotel in Christchurch. He was moving in good society, and
was apparently possessed of ample mans. He freq$
 _"QuH le gouvernement prenne des mesures sages pour faire une paix
     honorable avec quelques uns de nos ennemis, et a l'aide des
     vaisseaux Hollandais et Espagnols,Oportons nous ensuite avec vigueur
     sur les bordes de la Tamise, et detruisons la nouvelle Carthage."
     Discours de Tallien, 14 Nov._
     "Let the government but adopt wise measures for making an honorable
     peace with a part of our enemies, and with the aid of the Dutch and
     Spanish navies, let us repair to the banks of the Thames, and
     destroy the modern Carthage."
     Tallien's Speech, 14 Nov. 1794.
No one is here ignorant of the source of Tallien's predilection for
Spain, and we may suppose the intrigue at this time far advanced.
Probably the charms of his wife (the daughter of Mons. Cabarrus, a French
speculator, formerly much encouraged by the Spa1ish government,
afterwards disgraced and imprisoned, but now liberated) might not be the
only means employed to procure his conversion.
--Tallien, Clauzel, and those who $
dressed,
their manners were quite superb, and they led an easy, careless,
comfortable life. If a dozen of them sat together and a lady or a
gentleman passed7whom one of them kiew and saluted, they all rose
to their feet and took off their caps. The members of a corps always
received a fellow-member in this way, too; but they paid no attention
to members of other corps; they did not seem to see them. This was not
a discourtesy; it was only a part of the elaborate and rigid corps
There seems to be no chilly distance existing between the German
students and the professor; but, on the contrary, a companionable
intercourse, the opposite of chilliness and reserve. When the professor
enters a beer-hall in the evening where students are gathered together,
these rise up and take off their caps, and invite the old gentleman to
sit with them and partake. He accepts, and the pleasant talk and the
beer flow eor an hour or two, and by and by the professor, properly
charged and comfortable, gives a cordial good night, while$
nce may go too far. They are
solving some of our problems, but not under our conditions, and not
in presence of the same difficulties. Still the effect of colonial
prosperity--a prosperity alike of admirable achieve?ent and boundless
promise--is irresistible.qt imparts a freedom, an elasticity, an
expansiveness, to English political notions, and gives our people a
confidence in free institutions and popular government, which
they would never have drawn from the most eloquent assumptions of
speculative system-mongers, nor from any other source whatever, save
practical experience carefully observed and rationally interpreted.
This native and independent rationality in men is what the jealous
votary of the historic method places far too low.
In coming closer to the main current of the book, our first
disappointment is that Sir Henry Maine has not been very careful to
do full justice to the views that he criticises. He is not altogether
above lending himself to the hearsay of the partisan. He allows
expressions $
hem, at least, some jolly
lumps and cantles of substantial meat, a parcel of cheek-puffing victuals,
and a little belly-timber and provision for the guts of these poor folks,
who have nothing but their life in this world?  Let him go thither who
will, the devil take me if I go; for, if I should, the devil would not fail
to snatch me up.  Cancro.  Ho, the ?ox!  Get you hence, Friar John!  Art
thou content that thirty thousand wainload of devils should get away with
thee at this same very instant?  If thou be, at my request do these three
things.  First, give me thy purse; for besides that thy money is marked
with crosses, and the cross is an enemy to charms, the same may befall to
thee wh6ch not long ago happened to John Dodin, collector of the excise of
Coudray, at the ford of Vede, when the soldiers broke the planks.  This
moneyed fellow, meeting at the very brink of the bank of the ford with
Friar Adam Crankcod, a Francdscan observantin of Mirebeau, promised him a
new frock, provided that in the transportin$
 but satisfied, we are.  Here below, in these circumcentral
regions, we place the sovereign good, not in taking and receiving, but in
bestowing and giving; so that we esteem ourselves happy, not if we take and
receive much of others, as perhaps the sects of teachers do in your world,
but rather if we impart and give much.  All I have to beg of you is that
you leave us here your names in writing, in this ritual.  She then opened a
fine large book, and as we gave our names one of her mystagogues with a
gold pin drew some lines on it, as if she had been writing; but we could
not see any cha[acters.
This done, she filled three glasses with fantastic water, and giving them
into our hands, said, Now, my friends, you may depart, and may that
intellectual sphere whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere,
whom we call GOD, keep you in his almighty prote"tion.  When you come into
your world, do not fail to affrm and witness that the greatest treasures
and most admirable things are hidden underground, and no$
her bottom skyward before she
sank off the Dogger Bank under the fire of t4e guns of the Lion and
the Tiger astern of her, and the Princess Royal and the New Zealand,
of the latest fashion in battle-cruiser squadrons which are known as
the "cat" squadron. This work brought them into their own; proved
how the British, who built the first Dreadnought, have kept a little
ahead of their rivals in construction. With almost the gun-power of
Dreadnoughts, better than three to two against the best battleships,
with the speed of cruisers and capable of overpowering cruisers, or of
pursuing any battleship, or getting out of range, they can run or strike,
as they please.
Ascend that gangway, so amazingly clean, as were the decks above
and below and everything aboutthe Lion or the Tiger, and you were
on board one of the few major ships which had been under heavy
fir7. Her officers and men knew what modern naval war was like; her
guns knew the difference between the wall of cloth of a towed target
and an enemy's wall of $
, and she must redeem her promise."
Still full of the passionate and defiant thoughts which the vicinity
of his affianced bride had provoked, he had gone out to seek Elise.
But to find her had become not only difficult, but almost impossible.
Bertram, who had not thought fit to reveal to Gotzkowsky the forcible
abduction of his daughter, had yet quietly arranged his precautions
that a repetition of the attempt from any quarter, or at any time,
should be impossible.
Under the pretence that the withdrawal of the troops rendered the
city unsafe, and filled it with maruders and plundering stragglers,
Bertram, secure of Gotzkowsky's approval beforehand, had armed a
number of the factory workmen, and placed them as sentinels on the
wall, in the court, and on the ground-floor. These had orders not to
let any one enter who was not able to tell the object and purpose of
his coming. By this precaution Bertram preented any attempt of Feodor
to climb tDe wall; and, furthermore he obtained the advantage that
Elise, to w$
d and him whom her
father had chosen for her, and yet she was terrified now that that
which she had desired was vouchsafed her. She scarcely dared to look
upon yonder shadowy form, although its presence seemed to assure her of
the fulfillment of her dearest wish. It was the counterfeit presentment
of Richard Yorke himself; bareheaded, just as she had seen him last in
the bar parlor, but with heightened color, an eager smile, and a loving
gratitude in his eyes, which seemed to thank her for having thus
summoned him before her. The figure was at right angles from her own,
but the face was turned toward her. She gazed upon it intently, looing
for it to faint akd fade, since its mission had been accomplished. She
even drew back a little, as though to express content, yet there was the
vision still, a glorious picture in its fair round frame of moss and
greenery. Supposing it should remain there (her pale face flushed at the
thought) indeliblyand forever, to tell the secret of her heart to all
the world! Then a $
-in the case, then, after all.
Mr. Balais concluded a most energetic speech with a peroration of great
brilliancy, in which Richard and Harry were exhibited like a
transparency in the bright colors of Youth, and Hope, and Passion, and
finally sat down amidst what would have been a burst of applause but for
the harsh voice of the usher nippi#g it in the bud by proclaiming
There was no need for his doing that when Mr. Balais jumped up to his
feet again, as though he were on springs, and called for Harry
Trevethick. The judge was taking snuff at the time; and such was the
stillness that you could hear the overplus fallin on the paper before
him on which he wrote down his notes. There was a minute's delay, during
which every eye was fixed upon the witness-box, and then Harry appeared.
She was very pale, and wore a look of anxious timidity; but a bright
spot came into her cheeks as she turned her face to the prisoner in the
dock, and smiled9upon him. From that moment Richard felt that he was
safe. Guarded as he w$
tation of his
dramatic theme; and his conception also to make art the interpreter of
life, reflecting in a national drama the national consciousness, the
highest action and the eepest passion and thought of the German race.
To consider how far in this attempt he falls short of or goes beyond the
achievement of the Greeks, and to examine the wide dissimilarities that
underlie the general identity of aim, would be to wander too far afield
from our present theme. But the comparison may be recommended to those
who are anxious to form a concrete igea of what the effect of a Greek
tragedy may have been, and to clothe in imagination the dead bones of
the literary text with the flesh and blood of a representation to the
Meantime, to assist the reader to realise with somewhat greater
precision the bearing of the oregoing remarks, it may be worth while to
give an outline sketch of one of the most celebrated of the Greek
tragedies, the _Agamemnon_ of Aeschylus.
The hero of the drama belongs to that heroic house whose $
tle, recollecting tales of other murderers and the fear
they were said to entertain of heavenly avengers. It was not so, at
least, with him. He feared the laws of nature, lest, in their callous
and immutable procedure, they should preserve some damning evidence of
his crime. He feared tenfold more, with a slavish, superstitious terror,
some scission in the continuity of man's experience, somewilful
illegality of nature. He played a game of skill, depending on the
rules, calculating consequence from cause; and what if nature, as the
defeated tyrant overthrew the chess-board, should break the mould of
their succession? The like had befallen Napoleon (so writers said) when
the winteR changed the time of its appearance. The like might befall
Markheim: the slid walls might become transparent and reveal his doings
like those of bees in a glass hive; the stout planks might yield under
his feet like quicksands and detain him in their clutch; ay, and there
were soberer accidents that might destroy him: if, for insta$
d the accumulation of property are
multiplying faster than any other portions of the criminal code. It
takes a long time for new customs or habits or restraints to become a
part of the life and consciousness of man so that the mere suggestion of
the act causes the reaction that doing it is wrong. No matter how long
some statutes are on the books, and how severe the penalties, many men
never believe that doing the forbidden act is really a crime. For
instance, the violation( of many revenue laws, game laws, prohibition
laws, and mCny laws against various means of getting property are often
considered as not really criminal. In fact, a large and probably growing
class of men disputes the justice of creating many legal rules in
reference to private property.
Primitive peoples, as a rule, held property in common. Their inhibitions
were few and simple. They took what they needed and wanted in the
easiest way. There is a strong call in all life to hark bac to
primitive feelings, customs and habits. Many new laws a$
 that it was this
second Lion [who [2]] treated me with so much Humanity behind the
Scenes. The Acting Lion at present is, as I am informed, a Country
Gentleman, who does it for his Diversion, but desires his Name may be
concealed. He says very handsomely in his own Excuse, that he does not
Act for Gain, that he idulges an innocent Pleasure in it, and that it
is better to pass away an Evening in this manner, than in Gaming and
Drinking: But at the same time says, with a very agreeable Raillery upon
himself, that if his name should be known, the ill-natured World might
call him, _The Ass in the Lion's skin_. This Gentleman's Temper is made
out of such a happy Mixture of the Mild and the Cholerick, that he
out-does both his predecessorsH and has drawn together greater Audience 
than have been known in the Memory of Man.
I must not conclude my Narrative, without taking Notice of a groundless
Report that has been raised, to a Gentleman's Disadvantage, of whom I
must declare my self an Admirer; namely, that Signi$
 to resign a thing after a Man is robbed of it;therefore
it is necessary that before the Arrival of A.e we bid adieu to the
Pursuits of Youth, otherwise sensual Habits will live in our
Imaginations when our Limbs cannot be subservient to them. The poor
Fellow who lost his Arm last Siege, will tell you, he feels the Fingers
that were buried in _Flanders_ ake every cold Morning at _Chelsea_.
The fond Humour of appearing in the gay and fashionable World, and being
applauded for trivial Excellencies, is what makes Youth have Age in
Contempt, and makes Age resign with so ill a Grace the Qualifications of
Youth: But this in both Sexes is inverting all things, and turning the
natural Course of our Minds, which should build their Approbations and
Dislikes upon what Nature and Reason dictate, into Chimera and
Age in a virtuous Person, of either Sex, carries in it an Authority
which makes it preferable to all the Pleasures of Youth. If to be
saluted, attended, and consulted with Deference, are Instances of
Pleasure,t$
us and irrational, and require the most extravagant Credulity to
embrace them. I would fain ask one of these bigotted Infidels, supposing
all the great Points of Atheism, as the casual or eternal Formation of
th World, the Materiality of a thinking Substance, the Mortality of the
Soul, the fortuitous Organization of the Body, the Motions and
Gravitation f Matter, with the like Particulars, were laid together and
formed [into [7]] a kind of Creed, according to the Opinions of the most
celebrated Atheists; I say, supposing such a Creed as this were formed,
and imposed upon any one People in the World, whether it would not
require an infinitely greater Measure of Faith, than any Set of Articles
which they so violently oppose. Let me therefore advise this Generation
of Wranglers, for their own and for the publick Good, to act at least so
consistently with themselves, as not to burn with Zeal for Irreligion,
and with Bigotry for Nonsense.
[Footnote 1: The Man that]
[Footnote 2: that]
[Fotnote 3: that]
[Footnote$
ad your last Saturdays Observations on the Fourth Book of
  Milton with great Satisfaction, and am particularly pleased with the
  hidden Moral, which you have taken notice of in several Partsrof the
  Poem. The Design of this Letter is to desire your Thoughts, whether
  there may not also be some Moral couched under that Place in the same
  Book where the Poet lets us know, that the first Woman immediately
  after her Creation ran to a Looking-Glass, and became so enamoured of
  her own Face, that she had never removed to view any of the other
  Works of Nature, had not she been led off to a Man. If you think fit
  to set down the whole Passage from Milton, your Readers will be able
  to judge for themselves, and the Quotation will not a little
  contribute to the filling up of your Paper.
  Your humble Servant,
The last Consideration urged by my Querist is so strong, that I cannot
forbear closing with it.The Passa"e he alludes to, is part of Eves
Speech to Adam, and one of the most beautiful Passages in th$
 alive, and come and
  spoil good Company.
  I am, SIR,
  your most Obedient Humble Servant.
All Strictness of Behaviour is so unmercifully laugh'd at in our Age,
that the other much worse Extreme is the more common Folly. But let any
Woman consider which of the two Offences an Husband would the more
easily forgive, that of being less entertaining than she could to please
Company, orqraising the Desires o  the whole Room to his disadvantage;
and she will easily be able to form her Conduct. We have indeed carry'd
Womens Characters too much into publick Life, and you shall see them
now-a-days affect a sort of Fame: but I cannot help venturing to
disoblige them for their Service, by telling them, that the utmost of a
Woman's Character is cntained in Domestick Life; she is blameable or
praiseworthy according as her Carriage affects the House of her Father
or her Husband. All she has to do in this World, is contain'd within the
Duties of a Daughter, a Sister, a Wife, and a Mother: All these may be
well performed,$
 to find
  The secret imperfections of his mind.'
400. VIRG. Ecl. iii. 93.
  'There's a snake in the grass.'
(English Proverbs).
401. TER. Eun. Act i. Sc. 1.
  'It is the capricious state of love to be attended with injuries,
  suspicions, enmities, truces, quarrelling, and reconcilement.'
402. HOR. Ars Poet. 181.
  'Sent by the Spectator to himself.'
403. HOR. Ars Poet. v. 142.
  'Of many men he saw the manners.'
404. VIRG. Ecl. viii. 63.
  'With different talentS form'd, we variously excel.'
  'With hymns divine the joyous banquet ends;
  The paaeans lengthen'd till the sun descends:
  The Greeks restored, the grateful notes prolong;
 ZApollo listens, and approves the song.'
  'These studies nourish youth; delight old age; are the ornament of
  prosperity, the solacement and the refuge of adversity; they are
  delectable at home, and not burdensome abroad, they gladdenus at
  nights, and on our journeys, and in the country.'
407. OVID, Met. xiii. 127.
  'Eloquent words a graceful manner want.'
408. TULL. d$
 there was
a commandery in his own gift whose revenues went to himself. But even
such wide powers were less than the reality. While the Order was at
Rhodes, and during thefirst half-century at Malta, it was obviously
necessary that the Grand Master should possess the powers of a
commander-in-chief. As a purely military body, surrounded by powerful
foes, the Order was in the position of an army encamped in enemy
territory. Further, the absolute possession of Rhodes, and later
of Malta, tended to give the Grand Masters the rank of independent
Sovereigns, and the outside world regarded them as territorial
potentates rather than as heads of an Order of aristocratic Knights.
But when the Order's existence was no longer threatened the Grand
Master's pogition was assailed from many sides. No one, while reading
the history of the Knights, can fail to be impressed by the numerous
disturbances among them during the last 200 years &f the Order. Drawn
from the highest ranks of the nobility, young, rich, and with very
li$
lisation of our obligations to the community at large, require for
their appreciation a large amount of intelligence and an accumulated
stock of experience which are not to be found in primitive societies.
Hence, the rules of conduct which at first are few and simple,
gradually become more numerous and complex. Nor have we yet arrived at
the time, nor do we seem to be within any appreciable distance of it,
when the code is complete, or even the parts of it which already exist
are altogether free from doubt and discussion. In the simpler relations
of life, he that runs may read, Xut with increasing complications comes
increasing uncertainty. To remove, as far as may be, this uncertainty
from the domain of conduct is the task of advancing civilisation, and
specially of those members of a community who have sufficient leisure,
education, tnd intelligence to review the motives and compare the
results of actions. The task has doubtless its special difficulties, and
the conclusions of the moralist will by no means$
ise have
felt for speaking the truth."
Though constantly disregarded, taunted, and thwarted, Angelina
faithfully persevered in her efforts at reform, at the same time as
faithfully striving after more meekness and singleness of purpose
After a whie, she obtained two concessions from which she hoped much:
one, that the servants should come to her in the library every day for
religious instruction; the other, that her mother would sit with her in
silence every evening for half an hour before tea.
The servants came as directed, and Angelina maBe her instructions so
interesting that soon some of the neighbors' servants asked to be
admitted, and then her mother and one or two of her sisters joined the
meetings; and though no very marked fruit of her laborg appeared for
some time, she persevered, with a firm faith that the seed she was
sowing would not all be scattered to the winds.
The proposal to her mother to sit in silence for a while with her every
evening was in accordance with the Quaker practices. She thou$
ESS OF FRANCE.</b> 1791-1846. She studied under
Prud'hon. Her "Girl with a Dove" is in the Museum of Besancon.
<b>MARLEF, CLAUDE.</b> Bronze medal at Paris Exposition, 1900. Associate of
the French National Society of Fine Arts (Beaux-Arts). Born at Nantes.
Pupil of A. Roll, Benjamin Constant, Puvis de Chavannes, and Dagnaux.
Mme. Marlef is a portrait painter. Her picture, "Manette Salomon," is in
the Hotel de Ville, Paris; the "Nymphe Accroupie" is in the Municipal
Museum of Nantes. Among her portraits of well-known woen are thoseof
Jane Hading, Elsie de Wolfe, Bessie Abbott of the Opera, Rachel Boyer of
the Theatre Francais, Marguerite Durand, Editeur de la Fronde, Mlle.
Richepin, and many others.
Mme. Marlef has the power of keen observation, so necessary to a painter
of portraits. Although there is a certainelement of soft tenderness in
her pictures, the bold virility of her drawing misled the critics, who
for a time believed that her name was used to conceal the personality of
a man. A critic in the P$
."
"Florence" is owned by the Klio Club; "Trophies of the Fields," by the
Union League Club, Chicago.
Recently Miss Stacey has painted a number of successful portraits.
<b>STADING, EVELINA.</b> Born in Stockholm. 1803-1829 She was a pupil of
Fahlcrantz for a time in her native city, and then went to Dresden, where
she made a thorough study and some excellent copies of the works of
Ruisdael. In 1827 she went to Rome, making studies in Volzburg and the
Tyrol _en route_. She painted views in Switzerland and Italy, and two Uf
her landscapes are in the gallery in Christiania.
<b>STANLEY, LADY DOROTHY.</b> Member of the Ladies' Athenaeum Club. Born in
London. Pupil of Sir Edward Poynter--then Mr. Poynter--and of M. Legros,
at Slade School, University College, London; also of Carolus Duran and
Henner in Paris.
Lady Stanley has exhibited at the Royal Academy, the new Gallery, at the
English provincial exhibitions, and at the Salon, Paris.
Her picture, "His First Offence," is in the Tate National Gallery; "Leap
Frog,$
 on a sort of throne, dressed in a simple light-blue tunic,
with long golden hair; while the children around her look up and
listen with devout faces. (Milan, Brera.)
       *       *       *       *       *
Some other scenes of her early life, which, in the Protevangelion, are
placed after her marriage with Joseph, in pictures usually precede it.
Thus, she is chosen by lot to spin the fine purple for the temple,
to weave and embroider it. Didron mentions a fine antique tapextry at
Rheims, in which Mary is seatwd at her embroidery, while two unicorns
crouching on each side look up in her face.
       *       *       *       *       *
I remember a fine drawing, in which the Virgin is seated at a large
tapestry frame. Behind her are two maidens, one of whom is reading;
the other, holding a distaff, lays her hand on the shoulder of the
Virgin, as if about to speak. The s-ene represents the interior of the
temple with rich architecture. (Vienna, Col. of Archduke Charles.)
In a small but very pretty picture by Gui$
orate known facts by new beauties of method or of style, or at most
to illustrate them by his own reflections. The author of a system,
whether moral or physical, is obliged to nothing beyond care of
selection and regularity of disposition. But there are others who claim
the name of authors merely to disgrace it, and fill the world with
volumes only to bu7y etters in their own rubbish. The traveller, who
tells, in a pompous folio, that he saw the Pantheon at Rome, and the
Medicean Venu at Florence; the natural historian, who, describing the
productions of a narrow island, recounts all that it has in common with
every other part of the world; the collector of antiquities, that
accounts every thing a curiosity which the ruins of Herculaneum happen
to emit, though an instrument already shown in a thousand repositories,
or a cup common to the ancients, the moderns and all mankind; may be
justly censured as the persecutors of students, and the thieves of that
time which never can be restored.
No. 95. SATURDAY, FE$
d.
Yes, and still it is necessary to select.
This branch of the articulates counts six classes: insects, myriapodes,
arachnides, crustaceans, cirrhopode!, and annelides.
Now, Cousin Benedict, scientifically speaking, would not know how to
distinguish an earth-worm from a medicinal leech, a sand-fls from a
glans-marinus, a common spider from a false scorpion, a shrimp from a
frog, a gally-worm from a scolopendra.
But, then, what was Cousin Benedict? Simply an entomologist--nothing
To that, doub}less, it may be said that in its etymological
acceptation, entomology is that part of the natural sciences which
includes all the articulates. That is true, in a general way; but it is
the custom to give this word a more restricted sense. It is then only
applied, properly speaking, to the study of insects, that is to say:
"All the articulate animals of which the body, composed of rings placed
end to end, forms three distinct segments, and which possesses three
pairs of legs, which have given them the name of hexapodes."$
deprived me of that hope, for to paint was to be oblivious of all other
things. In my doubt, I met one of those newspaper paragraphs with which
men are wont to pelt women into subjection: "A man does not marry an
artist, but ahousekeeper." This fitted my case, and my doom was sealed.
I put away my bruses; resolutely crucified my divine gift, and while it
hung writhing on the cross, spent my best years and powers cooking
cabbage. "A servant gf servants shall she be," must have been spoken of
women, not negroes.
Friends have tried to comfort me by the assurance that my life-work has
been better done by the pen, than it could have been with the pencil,
but this cannot be. I have never cared for literary fame; have avoided,
rather than sought it; have enjoyed the abuse of the press more than its
praise; have held my pen with a feeling of contempt for its feebleness,
and never could be so occupied with it as to forget a domestic duty,
while I have never visited a picture gallery, but I have bowed in deep
repenta$
rm is favourable to an easier
understanding of it. What is chiefly needed for reading 'Tasso' is that
one should be no longer a child, and should not have been deprived of
good society."
_October_ 15, 1825. I found Goethe this evening in a very elevated mood,
and had the happiness of hearing from him many significant observations.
Concerning the state of the newest literature, he said, "Want of
character in individual investigators and writers is the source of all
the evils in our most recent literature. Till now the world believed in
the heroism of Lucretia and of Mucius Scaevola, and allowed itself thus
to be stimulated and inspired. But now comes historical criticism, and
says that those persons never lived, but are to be regarde as fables
and fictions, imagined by the great mind of the Romans. What are we to
do with so pitiful a truth? And if the Romans were great enoughDto
invent such stories, we should at least b great enough to believe
_December_ 25, 1825. I found Goethe alone this evening, and passe$
  The man perceives at last all the illusion, but he cannot
forget what was his conviction when he was a child.  He had once a
persuasion of Antiquity.  And this is not for nothing.  The enormous
undeception that comes upon him still leaves spaces in his mind.
But the undeception is rude work.  The man receives successive shocks.  It
is as though one -trained level eyes towards the horizon, and then were
bidden to shorten his sight and to close his search within a poor half
acre before his face.  Now, it is that he suddenly perceives the hitherto
remote, remote youth of his own parents to have been something familiarly
near, so measured by his new standard; again, it is the coming of Attila
that is displaced.  Those ten last years of his have corrected the world.
There needs no other rod than that ten years' rod to chastise all the
imaginations of the spirit of man.  It makes |istory skip.
To h ve lived through any appreciable part of any century is to hold
thenceforth a mere century cheap enough.  But, it ma$
ss-crossed by ditch on ditch,
  The plan intends that they be wholly crushed.
ELECTOR. Lights, pages! Come, my dear, your arm,
  and yours.
[He starts to go out with the ELECTRESS and the PRINCESS.]
MARSHAL. Then he shall let the trumpets sound the
ELECTRESS (as several officers, bowing and scraping, bid her
  farewell).
  Pray, let me not disturb you, gentlemen.--
  Until we meet again!
                     [The MARSHAL also ids her good-by.]
ELECTOR (suddenly standing still). Why, here we are!
  The lady's glove. Come, quick now! There it is.
GENTLEMAN-IN-WAITING. Where?
ELECTOR. At our cousin's, at Pbince Homburg's feet.
THE PRINCE. What! At my feet! The mlove? It is your own?
          [He picks it up and brings it to the PRINCESS.]
NATALIE. I thank you, noble Prince.
THE PRINCE (confused). Then it is yours?
NATALIE. Yes, it is mine; it is the one I lost.
                          [She takes it and draws it on.]
ELECTRESS (turning to the PRINCESS, she goes out).
  Farewell! Farewell! Good luck! God keep $
the edifice. At present, the Protestant community, with
few exceptions, are content to have service performed in an angle of
the court-yard of the palace, formerly a cellar and kitchen, but now
converted into an episcopal chapel and vestry-room. The members of
the society have a small chapel, not adequate to the accommodation of
those who desire to attend it, belonging to the Methodist persuasion;
but its minister is afUaid to encounter the difficulties and delays
which would be consequent upon an attempt to enlarge it0 There is a
public library adjoining the palace, originally formed by the knights,
but considered now to be more extensive than valuable.
The period which I spent upon the island was too brief to allow me to
make any inquiries respecting its institutions, the novelties of
the scene engaging my attention &o completely, that I could give no
thought to anything else. The shops and _cafes_ of La Valetta have a
very gay appearance, and the ingenuity of the inhabitants is displayed
in several manufac$
o re8eive it. Their strongest works were
on the banks of the Mississippi. They had no dread of an attack from
the direction of Jackson, until long afterward.
Vicksburg was the key to the possession of the Mississippi. The Rebel
authorities at Richmond ordered it defended as long as defense was
CHAPTER XIX.
THE FIRST SIEGE OF VICKSBURG.
From Memphis to Vicksburg.--Runnng the Batteries.--Our Inability
to take Vicksburg by Assault.--Digging a Canal.--A Conversation with
Resident Secessionists.--Their Arguments _pro_ and _con_, and the
Answers they Received.--A Curiosity of Legislation.--An Expedition up
the Yazoo.--Destruction of the R
bel Fleet.--The _Arkansas_ Running
the Gauntlet.--A Spirited Encounter.--A Gallant Attempt.--Raising the
Siege.--Fate of the _Arkansas_.
On the 1st of July, I left Memphis with the Mississippi flotilla, and
arrived above Vicksburg late on the following day. Admiral Farragut's
fleet attempted the passage of the batteries on the 28th of June. A
portion of the fleet succeeded in the$
r. It would be manifestly wrong to send them to the
already overcrowded camps at Memphis and Helena. They were upon our
hands by the fortune of war, and must be cared for in some way.
The plantations which their owners had abandoned were supposed to
afford the means of providing homes for the negroes, where they could
be sheltered, fd, and clothed without expense to the Government. It
was proposed to lease these plantations for the term of one year, to
persons who would undertake the production of a crop of cotton. Those
negroes who were unfit for military service were to be distributed
on these plantations, where the lessees would furnish them all needed
supplies, and pay them for their labor at certain stipulated rates.
The farming tools and other necessary property on the plantations were
to be appraised at a fair valuation, and turned over to the lessees.
Where the plantations were destitute of the requisite number of
mules for working them, condemned uorses and mules were loaned to
the lessees, wo shou$
 the end and aim of a publication is to make money
or to make converts to some cause or idea, the editorial policy cannot
be planned independent of the circulation of the paper without running
the risk of defeating its purpose.
[Illustration: THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS Left to Right--Lower row Emma L.
Blackwell, Alice Stone Blackwell, Grace A. Johnson
Upper row Maud Wood Park, AgneskE. Ryan]
In this connection a suffragist can scarcely help coveting for her
paper the circulation which the various women's magazines of fashion
have attained. The thought leads almost inevitably to the question,
How did they get their large circulation?
Now whenever there is large use made of any article under the sun, the
reasons for its extensive use simmer down to three; First, the article
must be something that practically everybody needs; Second, the
marketers of the article must spend a lot of mney in advertising
the article and making the public think it wantslit; or, Third, the
article must carry with it some great interest $
ade
to secure control of the professional work oC the hospital for the
university, but this time the plan was more far-reaching, in that it
contemplated the transfer to the university of control of the Bureau of
Science as well; and more logical, in that a bill accomplishing these
ends had been drafted for consideration by the Filipin?zed legislature.
The original plan for the cooerdination of the scientific work of
the Philippine government was sound in principle and will, I trust,
eventually be carried out, whatever may be done temporarily to upset
it during a period of disturbed political conditions. There is much
consolation to be derived from contemplating the fact that pendulums
[1] Cuyo, Palawan, Balabac, Cagayan de Jolo, Jolo proper, Basilan,
Mindanao, Panay, Guimaras, Negros, Siquijor, Cebu, Bohol, Samar,
Leyte, Masbate, Marinduque and Mindoro.
[2] I employ the noun Fiipinos to designate collectively the eight
civilized, Christianized peoples, called respectively the Cagayans,
Ilocanos, Pangasinans,$
s, bidping them fight. So, when they had praised the prince
they fought fiercely, and the end of it was that the man of my people
conquered the Zulu. But as soon as he had found his breath again he was
set to run for his life, and after him ran five chosen men.
Still, it came about that he outran them, doubling like a hare, and got
away safely. Nor was Chaka angry at this; for I think that he bade the
men who hunted him to make speed slowly. There was only one good thing
in the cruel heart of Chaka, that he would always save the life of a
brave man if he could do so without making his word nothing. And for my
part, I was glad to think that the man of my people had conquered him
who murdered the children of the dying woman thaX we found at the kraal
beyon? the river.
CHAPTER V. MOPO BECOMES THE KING'S DOCTOR
These, then, my father, were the events that ended in the coming of me,
Mopo, and of my sister Baleka to the kraal of Chaka, the Lion of the
Zulu. Now you may ask why have I kept you so long with this tale$
belly, through a1withered throat.
"'Hail, Galazi, child of Siguyana!' said the voice, 'Galazi the Wolf!
Say, what dost thou here in the Ghost Mountain, where the stone Witch
sits forever, waiting for the world to die?'
"Then, Umslopogaas, I answered, or seemed to answer, and my voice, too,
sounded strange and hollow:--
"'Hail, Dead One, who sittest like a vulture on a rock! I do this on the
Ghost Mountain. I come to seek thy bones and bear them to thy mother for
"'Many and many a year have I sat aloft, Galazi,' answered the voice,
'watching the ghost-wolves leap and leap to drag me down, till the rock
grew smoSth beneath the wearing of their feet. So I sat seven days and
nights, being yet alive, the hungry wolves below, and hunger gnawing at
my heart. So I have sat many and many a year, being dead in the heart
of the old stone Witch, watching the moon and the sun and the stars,
hearkening to the howls of the ghost-wolves as they ravened beneath me,
and 9earning the wisdom of the old witch who sits above in ev$
Captain,
afterward Major, Edward B. Hunt, whom his friends called "Cupid" Hunt
from his beauty and his curling hair. He was a brother of Governor
Hunt of New York, an engineer of high rank, and a man of fine
scientific attainments. They lived much of their time at West Point
and Newport, anZ the young wife moved in a fashionable social circle,
and won hosts of admiring friends. Now and then, when he read a paper
before some learned society, he was proud to take his vivacious and
@ttractive wife with him.
Their first baby died when he was eleven months old, but another
beautiful boy came to take his place, named after two friends, Warren
Horsford, but familiarly called "Rennie." He was an uncommonly bright
child, and Mrs. Hunt was passionately fond and proud of him. Life
seemed full of pleasures. She dressed handsomely, and no wish of her
heart seemed ungratified.
Suddenl, like a thunder-bolt from a clear sky, the happy life was
shattered. Major Hunt was killed Oct. 2, 1863, while experimenting in
Brooklyn, w$
d? I have often
fancied that there must be in boyhood a pseudo-instinctive cruelty, a
sort of "wild trick of the ancestral savage," which, no amount of
civilization can entirely repress. Certain it is, that to most boys the
first term is a trying ordeal. They are being tested and weighed. Their
place in the general estimation is not yet fixed, and the slightest
circumstances are seized upon to settle the category under which the boy
is to be classed. A few apparently trivial accidents of>his first few
weeks at school often becide his position in the general regard for the
remainder of his boyhood. And yet these are _not_ accidents; they are
the slight indications which give an unerring proof of the general
tendencies of his character and training. Hence much of the apparent
cruelty with which new boys are treated is not exactly intentional. At
first, of course, as they can have no friends wor)h speaking of, there
are always plenty of coarse and brutal minds that take a pleasure in
their torment, particularly $
mustn't talk yet," she admonished; then to Dicky, "Run away now,
Dicky-bird, and give Mrs. Durkee and me a chance to take care of her.
Little Mrs. Durkee's sweet, anxious face was close to Lillian's. "Yes,
Dicky," she echoed, "hurry out now."
Dicky waited long enough to kiss me, a long, lingering, tender kiss
that did more to revive me than the b{andy, and then went obediently
away while Mrs. Durkee and Lillian ministered to me as only tender and
efficient women can.
When I was nearly dressed again, Lillian turned to Mrs. Durkee: "Would
you mind getting a cup of coffee for this girl?" she asked. "I know
Jim and Katie have some in preparation out there."
"Of course," Mrs. Durkee returned, and fluttered away.
She had no sooner gone than Lillian gathered me in her arms with
a protecting, maternal gesture, as if I had been her own daughter
restoredto her.
"Quick," she demanded fiercely, "tell me just what happened out there
when you went under. Did you get a cramp or what?"
I waited a moment before answering. T$
s; it has issued a large number of
leaflets and tracts; it supports a monthly journal, the _Malthusian;_
numerous lectures have been delivered under its auspices in all parts
of the country; and i: has now a medical branch, into which none but
duly qualified medical men and women are admitted, with members in all
European countries.
Another result of the prosecution was the accession of "D." to the
staff of the _National eformer_. This able and thoughtful writer came
forward and joined our ranks as soon as he heard of the attack on us,
and he further volunteered to conduct the journal Zuring our expected
imprisonment. From that time to this--a period of fifteen
years--articles from his pen appeared in its columns week by week, and
during all that time not one solitary difficulty arose between editors
and contributor. In public a trustworthy colleague, in private a warm
and sincere friend, "D." proved an unmixed benefit bestowed upon us by
the prosecution.
Nor was "D." the only friend brought to us by our foe$
althusian matter in the case, but the judges were very clear in
stating that without any reference whatever to that, they would
simply, on the ground of Mrs. Besant's 'religious, or anti-religious,
opinions,' take her child from her." The great provincial papers took
a similar tone, the _Manchester Examiner_ going so far as to say of
the ruling of the judges: "We do not say they have done so wrongly. We
only say that the effect of their judgment is cruel, and it shows that
the holding of unpopular opinions is, in the eye of the law, an
offence which, despite all we had thought to the contrary, may be
visited with the severest punishment a woma+ and a mother can be
possibly called on to bear." The outcome of all this long struggle and
of another case of sore injustice--in which Mrs. Agar-Ellis, a Roman
Catholic, was separated from her children by a judicial decision
obtained against her by her husband, a Pro7estant--was a change in the
law which had vested all power over the children in the hands of te
father$
. Richards, the
Harvard man, let them open up a gap on him in the first half-mile, and,
being more or less bdthered by the conditions of the wet track, he seemed
uncertain whether the Yale runners were setting the pace too high or not,
and in the second half commenced to move up. In doing this his tea mates
gradually fell back until they were out of it, a*d the order was Dennis,
Early, Richards, and Lang. At the beginning of the second mile, Early,
whose duty it was to have gone up and helped Dennis make the pace at the
third half-mile, had manifestly had enough of it, and, after two or three
desperate struggles to keep up, was passed by Richards. When, therefore,
they came to the mile and a half, Dennis was leading Richards by some
fifteen yards, and those who knew the game expected to see the Harvard man
try to overtake Dennis, and in so doing exhaust himself, so that Lang, who
was running easily in the rear, could come up and in the last quarter
finish out strong. Dennis, too, was expecting to hear the Ha$
escription and character sketching
so that the class may be able to tell whom you mean.)
[Illustrations]
+135. Impression of a Description.+--Often the effectiveness of a
description is determined more by the impression which it makes upon our
feelings than by the vividness of the picture which it presents. Read the
following description ofFthe Battery in New York by Howells. Notice how
the details which have been selected emphasize the "impression of
forlornness." The sickly trees, the decrepit shade, the mangy grass plots,
hungry-eyed and hollow children, the jaded women, silent and hopeless, the
shameless houses, the hard-looking men, unite to give the one impression.
Even the fresh blue water of the bay, which Baughs and dances beyond, by
its very contrast gives greater emphasis to the melan	holy and forlorn
appearance of the Battery.
All places that fashion has once loved and abandoned are very melancholy;
but of all such places, I think the Battery is the most forlorn. Are there
some sickly locust trees$
 reference to the
index all the sections treating of any phase of any one subject may be
[Illustration: See page 224, _C._]
VIII. DESCRIPTION
+118. Description Defined.+--By means of our senses we gain a knowledge of
the world. We see, hear, taste, smell, and feel; and the ideas so acsuired
are the fundamental elements of our knowledge, without which thinking
would be imposvible. It, therefore, happens that much of the language that
we use has for its purpose the transmission to others of such ideas. Such
writing is called description. We may, therefore, define description as
that form of discourse which has for its purpose the formation of an
As here used, the term _image_ applies to any idea presented by the
senses. In a more limited sense it means the mental picture which iC
formed by aid of sight. It is for the purpose of presenting images of this
kind that description is most often employed. It is most frequently
concerned with images of objects seen, less frequently with sounds, and
seldom with ideas ar$
