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Translation:Theorematis arithmetici demonstratio nova

1.
Questions in higher arithmetic lead frequently to singular phenomena, much more so than in analysis, and this contributes a great deal to their allure. In analytical investigations it is evidently impossible to discover new truths, unless the way to them has been revealed by our mastery of their underlying principles. On the other hand, in arithmetic it is very often the case that, through induction and by some unexpected fortune, the most elegant new truths spring up, the demonstrations of which are so deeply hidden and shrouded in so much darkness, that they elude all efforts, and deny access to the keenest investigations. Furthermore, there are so many surprising connections between arithmetic truths, which are at first sight most heterogeneous, that we not infrequently arrive at a demonstration much desired and sought after through long meditations, by a path very different from that which had been expected, while we are looking for something quite different. Generally speaking, truths of this kind are of such a nature that they can be approached by several very different paths, and it is not always the shortest paths that present themselves at first. With such a truth, which has been demonstrated through the most abstruse detours, it is certainly valuable if one happens to discover a simpler and more genuine explanation.

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Among the questions mentioned in the preceding article, a prominent place is held by the theorem containing almost all the theory of quadratic residues, which in Disquisitiones Arithmeticae (Sect. IV) is distinguished by the name fundamental theorem. Legendre is undoubtedly to be regarded as the first discoverer of this most elegant theorem, although the great geometers Euler and Lagrange had long before discovered several of its special cases by induction. I will not dwell here on enumerating the efforts of these men to find a demonstration; the reader is referred to their extensive work which has just been mentioned. However it is permissible to add, in confirmation of what has been stated in the previous article, an account of my own efforts. I had fallen upon the theorem on my own in 1795, at a time when I was completely ignorant of all that had already been discovered in higher arithmetic, and was completely shut out from literary resources. For a whole year it tortured me, and eluded me despite my most strenuous efforts, until at last I received the demonstration that I have delivered in the fourth Section of the aforementioned work. Afterwards, three others presented themselves to me, based on entirely different principles, one of which I delivered in the fifth Section. But all these demonstrations, even if they seem to leave nothing to be desired with regard to rigor, are derived from very heterogeneous principles, except perhaps the first, which nevertheless proceeded by more laborious reasoning, and was burdened by more extensive operations. Therefore, I have no doubt that until now a genuine demonstration has not been given; let it now be up to the experts to judge whether that which has lately been successfully discovered, and which the following pages present, deserves to be decorated with this name.

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Let $p$ be a positive prime number, and let $k$  any integer not divisible by $p;$

$A$ the complex of numbers $1,$ $2,$ $3 \ldots \frac{1}{2}(p-1)$ $B$ the complex of numbers $\frac{1}{2}(p+1),$  $ \frac{1}{2}(p+3),$  $\frac{1}{2}(p+5) \ldots p-1$

Let us consider the minimal positive residues modulo $p$ of the products of $k$  with each of the numbers in $A.$  These will obviously all be different, with some belonging to $A$  and others to $B.$  Now if it is assumed that, among the resulting residues, $\mu$  of them belong to $B,$  then $k$  will either be a quadratic residue or a quadratic non-residue modulo $p,$  according as $\mu$  is even or odd.

Proof. Let the residues belonging to $A$ be $a,$  $a^{\prime},$  $a^{\prime \prime} \ldots,$  and let the remaining residues belonging to $B$  be $b,$  $b^{\prime},$  $b^{\prime \prime} \ldots.$  It is clear that the complements of the latter, $p-b,$  $p-b^{\prime},$  $p-b^{\prime \prime} \ldots,$  are all distinct from the numbers $a,$  $a^{\prime},$  $a^{\prime \prime} \ldots,$  and that, taken together, they complete the complex $A.$  We therefore have

$$1 . 2 . 3 \ldots \frac{1}{2}(p-1)=a a^{\prime} a^{\prime \prime} \ldots(p-b)(p-b^{\prime})(p-b^{\prime \prime}) \ldots$$

Now the latter product clearly becomes

$$\begin{align}& \equiv(-1)^{\mu} a a^{\prime} a^{\prime \prime} \ldots b b^{\prime} b^{\prime \prime} \ldots \equiv(-1)^{\mu} k. 2 k .3 k \ldots \frac{1}{2}(p-1) k \\& \equiv(-1)^{\mu} k^{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)} 1.2 .3 \ldots \frac{1}{2}(p-1) \quad\pmod{p}\end{align}$$

Hence we have

$$1 \equiv(-1)^{\mu} k^{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)}$$

or $k^{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)} \equiv \pm 1,$ according as $\mu$  is even or odd, from which our theorem immediately follows.

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The following considerations will be greatly shortened by the introduction of certain notation. We therefore let the symbol $(k, p)$ denote the multitude of residues of the products

$$k, 2k, 3k, \ldots, \frac{1}{2}(p-1)k,$$

whose minimal positive residues exceed $\frac{1}{2}p.$ Moreover, for any non-integral quantity $x,$  we denote by $[x]$  the greatest integer less than or equal to $x,$  so that $x-[x]$  is always a positive quantity between $0$  and $1.$  We can then easily derive the following relations:

 * I. $[x]+[-x]=-1.$

 * II. $[x]+h=[x+h],$ whenever $h$  is an integer.

 * III. $[x]+[h-x]=h-1.$

 * IV. If $x-[x]$ is a fraction smaller than $\frac{1}{2},$  then $[2x]-2[x]=0;$  if it is greater than $\frac{1}{2},$  then $[2x]-2[x]=1.$

 * V. If the minimal positive residue of an integer $h$ exceeds $\frac{1}{2}p$  modulo $p,$  then $\left[\frac{2h}{p}\right]-2\left[\frac{h}{p}\right]=0;$  if it is less than or equal to $\frac{1}{2}p$  modulo $p,$  then $\left[\frac{2h}{p}\right]-2\left[\frac{h}{p}\right]=1.$

 * VI. From this it immediately follows that $(k, p)=$

$$\begin{aligned}{\left[\frac{2k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{4k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{6k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{(p-1)k}{p}\right]} \\-2\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]-2\left[\frac{2k}{p}\right]-2\left[\frac{3k}{p}\right] \ldots-2\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)k}{p}\right].\end{aligned}$$

 * VII. From VI and I, we can easily deduce

$$(k, p)+(-k, p)=\frac{1}{2}(p-1)$$

 * Hence, it follows that $-k$ has the same or opposite relation to $p$  (insofar as it is a quadratic residue or non-residue) as does $+k,$  depending on whether $p$  is of the form $4n+1$  or $4n+3.$  It is clear that in the former case, $-1$  will be a quadratic residue modulo $p,$  whereas in the latter case, it will be a quadratic non-residue.

 * VIII. We will transform the formula given in VI as follows. From III, we have

$$\left[\frac{(p-1)k}{p}\right] \equiv k-1-\left[\frac{k}{p}\right], \left[\frac{(p-3)k}{p}\right]=k-1-\left[\frac{3k}{p}\right], \left[\frac{(p-5)k}{p}\right]=k-1-\left[\frac{5k}{p}\right] \ldots$$

 * Applying these substitutions to $\frac{p \mp 1}{4}$ terms in the series above, we have

 * first, if $p$ is of the form $4n+1,$  then

$$\begin{aligned} (k, p)= & \frac{1}{4}(k-1)(p-1) \\&-2\left\{\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{5k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-3)k}{p} \right]\right\} \\&-\left\{\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{2k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)k}{p}\right]\right\} \end{aligned}$$

 * second, if $p$ is of the form $4n+3,$  then

$$\begin{aligned}(k, p)=&\frac{1}{4}(k-1)(p+1) \\&-2\left\{\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{5k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)k}{p}\right]\right\} \\&-\left\{\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{2k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1)k}{p}\right]\right\} \end{aligned}$$

 * IX. For the special case $k=+2,$ it follows from the formulas given above that $(2, p)=\frac{1}{4}(p \mp 1),$  with the sign being taken as $+$  or $-$  depending on whether $p$  is of the form $4n+1$  or $4n+3.$  Thus, $(2, p)$  is even and $2 R p,$  whenever $p$  is of the form $8n+1$  or $8n+7;$  on the contrary, $(2, p)$  is odd and $2 N p,$  whenever $p$  is of the form $8n+3$  or $8n+5.$

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''Let $x$ be a positive non-integer quantity such that no integer can be found among its multiples $x,$  $2x,$  $3x \ldots$  up to $nx$. Letting $[nx]=h,$ it is easily concluded that no integer can be found among the multiples of the reciprocal quantities $\frac{1}{x},$  $\frac{2}{x},$  $\frac{3}{x} \ldots$  up to $\frac{h}{x}.$  Then I say that''

$$\left.\begin{array}{l} \phantom{+}[x]+[2x]+[3x]\dots+[nx] \\ +\left[\frac{1}{x}\right]+\left[\frac{2}{x}\right]+\left[\frac{3}{x}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{h}{x}\right] \end{array}\right\}=nh$$

Proof. Let $\Omega$ represent the series $[x]+[2x]+[3x] \ldots+[nx].$  Then the terms up to the $\left[\frac{1}{x}\right]^{\text{th}}$  term inclusively are clearly all $=0;$  the terms up to the $\left[\frac{2}{x}\right]^{\text{th}}$  term inclusively are all $=1;$  the terms up to the $\left[\frac{3}{x}\right]^{\text{th}}$  term inclusively are all $=2$  and so on. Hence we have

$$\left. \begin{array}{rl}\Omega&= 0 \times\left[\frac{1}{x}\right] \\ &+1 \times\left\{\left[\frac{2}{x}\right]-\left[\frac{1}{x}\right]\right\} \\& +2 \times\left\{\left[\frac{3}{x}\right]-\left[\frac{2}{x}\right]\right\} \\& +3 \times\left\{\left[\frac{4}{x}\right]-\left[\frac{3}{x}\right]\right\} \\&\qquad \text{etc.} \\& +(h-1)\left\{\left[\frac{h}{x}\right]-\left[\frac{h-1}{x}\right]\right\} \\& +h\left\{n-\left[\frac{h}{x}\right]\right\}\end{array}\right\}=hn-\left[\frac{1}{x}\right]-\left[\frac{2}{x}\right]-\left[\frac{3}{x}\right] \ldots-\left[\frac{h}{x}\right]$$

Q. E. D.

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''Let $k,$ $p$  be any odd positive integers that are prime to each other. Then''

$$\left.\begin{array}{l} \phantom{+} {\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{2 k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3 k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1) k}{p}\right]} \\+ {\left[\frac{p}{k}\right]+\left[\frac{2 p}{k}\right]+\left[\frac{3 p}{k}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(k-1) p}{k}\right]}\end{array}\right\}=\frac{1}{4}(k-1)(p-1).$$

Proof. Suppose, which is allowed, that $k<p.$ Then $\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1) k}{p}$  is smaller than $\frac{1}{2} k,$  but larger than $\frac{1}{2}(k-1),$  so $\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1) k}{p}\right]=\frac{1}{2}(k-1).$  Hence, it is clear that the current theorem follows immediately from the previous theorem by taking $\frac{k}{p}=x,$  $\frac{1}{2}(p-1)=n,$  and therefore $\frac{1}{2}(k-1)=h.$

It can be demonstrated in a similar manner that if $k$ is an even number, relatively prime to $p,$  then

$$\left.\begin{array}{l} \phantom{+}\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{2 k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3 k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[ \frac{\frac{1}{2}(p-1) k}{p}\right] \\+\left[\frac{p}{k}\right]+\left[\frac{2 p}{k}\right]+\left[\frac{3 p}{k}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2} k p}{k}\right] \end{array} \right\}=\frac{1}{4} k(p-1)$$

But we do not dwell on this proposition, which is not necessary for our purposes.

7.
Now, by combining the theorem mentioned above with proposition VIII of article 4, the fundamental theorem immediately follows. Indeed, let $k$ and $p$  be any two distinct positive prime numbers, and let

$$\begin{aligned} (k, p)+\left[\frac{k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{2 k}{p}\right]+\left[\frac{3 k}{p}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2} (p-1) k}{p}\right] &=L\\ (p, k)+\left[\frac{p}{k}\right]+\left[\frac{2 p}{k}\right]+\left[\frac{3 p}{k}\right] \ldots+\left[\frac{\frac{1}{2} (k-1) p}{k}\right] &= M \end{aligned}$$

Then by proposition VIII of article 4, it is clear that $L$ and $M$  are always even. But by the theorem of Article 6, we have

$$L+M=(k, p)+(p, k)+\frac{1}{4}(k-1)(p-1)$$

Therefore, when $\frac{1}{4}(k-1)(p-1)$ turns out to be even, which occurs if either both $k$  and $p$  are of the form $4n+1$  or if one of them is of the form $4n+1,$  it is necessary that either both $(k, p)$  and $(p, k)$  are even or both are odd. On the other hand, when $\frac{1}{4}(k-1)(p-1)$ is odd, which happens if both $k$  and $p$  are of the form $4n+3,$  it is necessary that one of the numbers $(k, p)$  and $(p, k)$  is even and the other is odd. In the former case, then, the relation of $k$ to $p$  and the relation of $p$  to $k$  (insofar as one is a quadratic residue or non-residue modulo the other) will be identical, and in the latter case they will be opposite.

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356 teristic achievements, in the favourite department of antithesis and alliteration, was the production of the celebrated mock heroic, the Pugna Porcorum per Publium Porcium Poetam, consisting of hundreds of lines and thousands of words, selected with such singularly mis-studied artifice that every one of them began with the letter P!!

We have thus, as we trust, calmly and dispassionately portrayed the genuine nature and character of indigenous instruction, throughout all its divisions and sub-divisions of elementary and learned Education. In doing so, we have purposely followed, and for the most part, only faithfully epitomized the official reports of Mr. Adam, the special government commissioner—reports, the accuracy of whose minute yet comprehensive details has hitherto been as unimpeached, as from its very nature, it is seemingly unimpeachable. It now only remains, therefore, that we should shortly endeavour to point out the extent to which indigenous instruction, such as it is, may be communicated. And for this end, we shall appeal to the same authentic source—the same high and indisputable authority.

If the instruction conveyed were better and more unexceptionable than it has been found to be, it would be sad to reflect that, as has already appeared, whole castes and classes of the native community are entirely excluded from its benefits. Or, if no whole classes were virtually or entirely so excluded, it would still be melancholy to consider not merely the utter inadequacy but the anomalous inequality of the supply in point of local distribution. In the city and district of Moorshedabad, for example, there are four thanas, or police sub-divisions, without any institution of education whatsoever; four others, in each of which there is only one vernacular school; and two others, in which there are a Persian and an Arabic school, or a Sanskrit and a Persian one, but no vernacular school at all. So, in Tirhoot, there are two thanas, in each of which there is only one vernacular school; and a third, in which not even one is to be found; while this latter is the one in which is the largest number of Sanskrit institutions! Or, if once more, the instruction were of a superior quality, and its denial to particular classes less extensive or complete, and its local distribution less unequal, there would still remain, to distress and harrow us, the appaling fact, that everywhere, with scarcely any exceptions, the entire half of every class from the highest to the lowest grades of Native Society is systematically deprived of any of its benefits! Mr. Adam’s elaborate census amply proves what our experience of all other lands would lead us antecedently to anticipate, viz., that the numerical proportion between the male and

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 "This worthy man gave me a very liberal education, and when I was thirten years old took me in his 'counting-house, but, alas! he died before he could establish my fortune as he intended to do."

"His son, who carried on the father's business, had never been very partial to me, and forged a pretext to quarrel with me, and to send me away. A rich nobleman, just going to set out for Germany, wanted a servant, who occasionally would act as secretary, and I was glad to accept his offer to take me in his service: He directed his way to K, where his father was one of the ministers of state."

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 the sum of $25,000.00 for the biennium beginning July 1, 1955 and ending June 30, 1957, or so much thereof as may be necessary for the purpose of making certain refunds out of the general fund and which is known as the miscellaneous refund account, used for the purpose of refunding money erroneously paid into or credited to the general fund.

Approved February 28, 1955.

CHAPTER 9

S. B. No. 241 (Luick)

REFUND TO RICHLAND COUNTY

AN ACT

§ 1. Appropriation.) There is hereby appropriated out of any moneys in the general fund of the state treasury, not otherwise appropriated, the sum of four thousand eight hundred fifty-nine dollars and one cent, or so much as may be necessary for the purpose of reimbursing and refunding to Richland County the sum erroneously paid by Richland County for state general property taxes with the October, 1954 report by Richland County of state taxes collected. The sum herein appropriated shall be disbursed to Richland County upon warrant of the state auditor upon the effective date of this Act, provided that an audit of the books and accounts of Richland County by the state examiner shows that this amount or a lesser amount was paid in error.

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Runo XXIV]

They who reared their lovely daughter

To the charming bride beside thee.

“Stainless sits the maid beside thee,

Maiden bright to thee united,

Pledged to thee in all her beauty,

Fair one under thy protection,

Charming girl upon thy bosom,

At thy side so sweetly blushing,

Girl with strength to help in threshing,

Or to help thee in the hayfield,

Skilful, too, to do the washing,

Quick to bleach the clothes to whiteness,

Skilful, too, the thread in spinning,

Rapid, too, the cloth when weaving.

“And I hear her loom resounding,

As upon the hill the cuckoo,

And I see her shuttle darting,

As the ermine through a thicket,

And the reel she twists as quickly

As the squirrel’s mouth a fir-cone.

Never sound has slept the village,

Nor the country people slumbered,

For her loom’s incessant clatter,

And the whizzing of the shuttle.

“O thou loved and youthful bridegroom,

Handsomest of all the people,

Forge thou now a scythe of sharpness,

Fix the best of handles on it,

Carve it, sitting in the doorway,

Hammer it upon a tree-stump.

When there comes the time of sunshine,

Take thy young wife to the meadow,

Look thou where the grass is rustling,

And the harder grass is crackling,

And the reeds are gently murmuring,

And the sorrel gently rustling,

Also note where stand the hillocks,

And the shoots from stumps arising.

“When another day is dawning,

Let her have a weaver’s shuttle,

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And a batten that shall suit it,

And a loom of best construction,

And a treadle of the finest.

Make the weaver’s chair all ready,

For the damsel fix the treadle,

Lay her hand upon the batten.

Soon the shuttle shall be singing,

And the treadle shall be thumping,

Till the rattling fills the village,

And the noise is heard beyond it:

And the crones will all perceive it,

And the village women question,

‘Who is this we hear a-weaving?’

And you thus must make them answer:

‘’Tis my own, my darling, weaving,

’Tis my loved one makes the clatter,

Shall she loosen now the fabric,

And the shuttle cease from throwing?’

“‘Let her not the fabric loosen,

Nor the shuttle cease from throwing.

Thus may weave the Moon’s fair daughters,

Thus may spin the Sun’s fair daughters,

Even thus the Great Bear’s daughters.

Of the lovely stars the daughters.’

“O thou loved and youthful bridegroom,

Handsomest of all the people,

Set thou forth upon thy journey,

Hasten to commence thy journey,

Bear away thy youthful maiden,

Bear away thy dove so lovely.

From thy finch depart thou never,

Nor desert thy darling linnet;

In the ditches do not drive her,

Nor against the hedge-stakes drive her,

Nor upset her on the tree-stumps,

Nor in stony places cast her.

In her father’s house she never,

In her dearest mother’s homestead,

In the ditches has been driven,

Nor against the hedge-stakes driven,

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Runo XXIV]

Nor upset upon the tree-stumps,

Nor upset in stony places.

“O thou loved and youthful bridegroom,

Handsomest of all the people,

Never may’st thou send the damsel,

Never may’st thou push the fair one

In the corner there to loiter,

Or to rummage in the corner.

In her father’s house she never,

Never in her mother’s household,

Went to loiter in the corner,

Or to rummage in the corner.

Always sat she at the window,

In the room she sat, and rocked her,

As her father’s joy at evening,

And her mother’s love at morning.

“Never may’st thou, luckless husband,

Never may’st thou lead thy dovekin,

Where with arum-roots the mortar,

Stands, the rind to pound from off them,

Or her bread from straw prepare her,

Neither from the shoots of fir-trees.

In her father’s house she never,

In her tender mother’s household,

Needed thus to use the mortar,

Pounding thus the rind from marsh-roots,

Nor from straw her bread prepare her,

Neither from the shoots of fir-tree.

“May’st thou always lead this dovekin

To a slope with corn abundant,

Or to help her from the rye-bins,

From the barley-bins to gather,

Whence large loaves of bread to bake her,

And the best of ale to brew her,

Loaves of wheaten-bread to bake her,

Kneaded dough for cakes prepare her.

“Bridegroom, dearest of my brothers,

Never may’st thou make this dovekin,

Nor may’st cause our tender gosling,

Down to sit, and weep in sadness.

Rh

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If there comes an hour of evil,

And the damsel should be dreary

Yoke thou in the sledge the chestnut,

Or the white horse do thou harness,

Drive her to her father’s dwelling,

To her mother’s home familiar.

“Never may’st thou treat this dovekin,

Never may this darling linnet,

Ever be like slave-girl treated,

Neither like a hired servant,

Neither be forbid the cellar,

Nor the storehouse closed against her

Never in her father’s dwelling,

In her tender mother’s household,

Was she treated like a slave-girl,

Neither like a hired servant,

Neither was forbid the cellar,

Nor the storehouse closed against her.

Always did she cut the wheatbread,

And the hens’ eggs also looked to,

And she looked to all the milk-tubs,

Looked within the ale-casks likewise,

In the morn the storehouse opened,

Locked it also in the evening.

“O thou loved and youthful bridegroom,

Handsomest of all the people,

If thou treatest well the damsel,

Thou wilt meet a good reception

When thou seek’st her father’s dwelling,

Visiting her much loved mother.

Thou thyself wilt well be feasted,

Food and drink be set before thee,

And thy horse will be unharnessed,

And be led into the stable,

Drink and fodder set before him,

And a bowl of oats provided.

“Never surely, may our damsel,

May our well-beloved linnet,

Be in hissing tones upbraided,

That from no high race she springeth;

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 100 HEAUTONTIMORUMENOS. Act IV. Sc. 3.

Cli. Ah! but a day. Yet there is one thing more,

What if his father finds it out —

Syr. What if —

What if — what if the heavens fall?

Cli. I fear.

Syr. You fear! and how to extricate our necks

I fain to learn — go to, and tell the truth.

Cli. Go, go, and bring me Bacchis!

Syr. Good, here she is.

ACT IV. — Scene 3. — Bacchis — Clinia — Syrus — Dromo — Phrygia.

Bac. Pol! now, but Syrus has bamboozled me,

With promise unperformed of thousand drachmas.

It happens once, but shall not happen twice,

The next time that he sues — 'twill be my turn,

I will promise and not keep it: and your back

My clever Syrus shall bear my revenge.

Cli. Hear you her promises?

Syr. Think you she jokes?

It is no joke she meditates.

Bac. They sleep,

They sleep, but Pol! I will arouse them up,

My Phrygia, hark ye. Do you recollect

The dwelling of Charinus.

Phr. Yes, I remember.

Bac. Next to our. right hand neighbour.

Phr. I remember.

Bac. Go in a trice: there dwells a captain, keeping

This Dionysia,

Syr. How now? how now?


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Runo XXIV]

For in very truth our damsel

Comes of great and famous lineage.

If of beans you sow a measure

One bean each, it yields her kinsfolk;

If of flax you sow a measure,

But a thread it yields to each one.

“Never may’st thou, luckless husband,

Badly treat this beauteous damsel,

Nor chastise her with the slave-whip,

Weeping ’neath the thongs of leather,

’Neath the five-lashed whip lamenting,

Out beyond the barn lamenting.

Never was the maid aforetime,

Never in her father’s dwelling,

With the slave-whip e’er corrected,

Weeping ’neath the thongs of leather,

’Neath the five-lashed whip lamenting,

Out beyond the barn lamenting.

“Stand thou like a wall before her,

Stand before her like a doorpost,

Do not let thy mother beat her,

Do not let thy father scold her,

Do not let the guests abuse her,

Do not let the neighbours blame her.

Drive the mob away with whipping,

Beat thou other people only,

Do thou not oppress thy darling,

Nor chastise thy heart’s beloved,

Whom for three long years thou waitedst.

She whom thou alone hast longed for.

“Bridegroom, give thy bride instruction,

And do thou instruct thy apple,

In the bed do thou instruct her,

And behind the door advise her,

For a whole year thus instruct her,

Thus by word of mouth advise her,

With thine eyes the next year teach her,

And the third year teach by stamping.

“If to this she pays no heeding,

Nor concerns herself about it,

Rh

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 fine dark eyes had lost their fire. Her fatigue perhaps urged her to a rare mood of confidence.

“This is a memorable day for me, my child,” she said, breaking from a long reverie, “for this is the anniversary of the day on which I finally determined to enter religion. For two years I had been thinking of it, but I had suffered as it were a fear of this calling, for I dreaded that I might be recaptured by the spirit of the world. But that morning when I communicated I made the vow that I would before nightfall announce my wish to my dear mother. After I had received the Holy Communion I asked Our Lord to give me peace of mind: Thou shalt have it only, the answer seemed to come to me, when thou hast ceased to desire it.”

The Mother Superior seemed to lose herself in thoughts of the past.

“That day, one of our friends, Madame de Viernot, had left for the Carmel without telling any of her relatives. She knew that they were opposed to her step, but she was a widow and thought that as such she had the right to do as she chose. One of my cousins had gone to bid farewell to the dear fugitive and did not come back till the evening. She was much moved. I had not spoken to my mother, I trembled at the thought of telling her what I had in mind, and yet I wished to keep the resolution I had made at Holy Communion. I asked my cousin all manner of questions. My mother, who appeared to be absorbed in her tapestry, lost no word. While I talked I said to myself: If I want to speak to-day I have not a minute to lose.


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Rh female population is, as nearly as possible, one of equality, while the same census as authoritatively confirms what had been often asserted, but often captiously and ignorantly cavilled at, disputed, or denied, viz., that the entire female population with hardly any known exceptions are hereditarily debarred from the advantages of instruction of any kind, and consequently abandoned to the absolute dominion of an all-enveloping night of starless and rayless ignorance! But, as the subject is one fraught with painful, yea, tremendous importance to the interests and welfare of society at large, we must, in order to obviate the possibility of any farther cavils, quote Mr. Adam’s own clear and explicit statements. In his second Report to the Supreme Government of India, he thus writes:—

"“The state of instruction amongst this unfortunate class (females) cannot be said to be low, for, with a very few individual exceptions, there is no instruction at all. Absolute and hopeless ignorance is in general their lot. The notion of providing the means of instruction for female children never enters into the minds of parents; and girls are equally deprived of that imperfect domestic instruction which is sometimes given to boys. A superstitious feeling is alleged to exist in the majority of Hindu females, principally cherished by the women, and not discouraged by the men, that a girl taught to write and read will soon after marriage become a widow, an event which is regarded as nearly the worst misfortune that can befal the sex; and the belief is also generally entertained in native society, that intrigue is facilitated by a knowledge of letters on the part of females. Under the influence of these fears, there is not only nothing done in a native family to promote female instruction, but an anxiety is often evinced to discourage any inclination to acquire the most elementary knowledge; so that when a sister, in the playful innocence of childhood, is observed imitating her brother’s attempts at penmanship, she is expressly forbidden to do so, and her attention drawn to something else. The Muhammadans participate in all the prejudices of the Hindus against the instruction of their female offspring; besides that, a very large majority of them are in the very lowest grades of poverty, and are thus unable, even if they were willing, to give education to their children. It may therefore be affirmed that the juvenile female population of this district—that is, the female population of the teachable age, or of the age between fourteen and five years, without any known exception, and with so few probable exceptions, that they can scarcely be taken into the account—is growing up wholly destitute of the knowledge of reading and writing.”"


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 discover smiling little villages among fruit trees in the folds of the majestic mountains, and pleasant ambling rivers that flow kindly through lush meadows. But these comfortable scenes, though they surprise and even reassure you, are not enough to make you feel at home in the land of tawny heights and windswept spaces. It would have been impossible to become intimate with the Mother Superior; she had that something impersonal about her which Kitty had felt with the other nuns, even with the good-humoured, chatty Sister St. Joseph, but with her it was a barrier which was almost palpable. It gave you quite a curious sensation, chilling but awe-inspiring, that she could walk on the same earth as you, attend to mundane affairs, and yet live so obviously upon a plane you could not reach. She once said to Kitty:

“It is not enough that a religious should be continually in prayer with Jesus; she should be herself a prayer.”

Though her conversation was interwoven with her religion, Kitty felt that this was natural to her and that no effort was made to influence the heretic. It seemed strange to her that the Mother Superior, with her deep sense of charity, should be content to leave Kitty in a condition of what must seem to her sinful ignorance.

One evening the two of them were sitting together. The days were shortening now and the mellow light of the evening was agreeable and a little melancholy. The Mother Superior looked very tired. Her tragic face was drawn and white; her


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Choose a reed where reeds are growing,

From the heath fetch thou some horse-tail,

And with these correct the damsel,

In the fourth year thus correct her,

With the stalks then whip her lightly,

With the rough edge of the sedges,

But with whip-lash do not strike her,

Neither with the rod correct her.

“If to this she pays no heeding,

Nor concerns herself about it,

Bring a switch from out the thicket,

In the dell select a birch-rod,

Underneath thy fur cloak hide it,

That the neighbours may not know it,

Let the damsel only see it;

Threaten her, but do not touch her.

“If to this she pays no heeding,

Nor concerns herself about it,

With the switch correct the damsel,

With the birch-rod do thou teach her,

But within the room four-cornered,

Or within the hut moss-covered.

Do not beat her in the meadow,

Do not whip her in the cornfield,

Lest the noise should reach the village,

And to other homes the quarrel,

Neighbours’ wives should hear the crying,

And the uproar in the forest.

“Always strike her on the shoulders,

On her soft cheeks do thou strike her,

On her eyes forbear to strike her,

On her ears forbear to touch her;

Lumps would rise upon her temples,

And her eyes with blue be bordered,

And the brother-in-law would question,

And the father-in-law perceive it,

And the village ploughmen see it,

And would laugh the village women:

“‘Has she been among the spear-thrusts,

Has she marched into a battle,

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 “You must love him with all your heart, my dear. He is a saint.”

Kitty smiled and in her heart sighed. There was only one thing she could do for Walter now and that she could not think how to. She wanted him to forgive her, not for her sake any more, but for his own; for she felt that this alone could give him peace of mind. It was useless to ask him for his forgiveness, and if he had a suspicion that she desired it for his good rather than hers his stubborn vanity would make him refuse at all costs (it was curious that his vanity now did not irritate her, it seemed natural and only made her sorrier for him); and the only chance was that some unexpected occurrence might throw him off his guard. She had an idea that he would welcome an uprush of emotion which would liberate him from this nightmare of resentment, but that, in his pathetic folly, he would fight when it came with all his might against it. Was it not pitiful that men, tarrying so short a space in a world where there was so much pain, should thus torture themselves?

HOUGH the Mother Superior talked with Kitty not more than three or four times and once or twice for but ten minutes the impression she made upon Kitty was profound. Her character was like a country which on first acquaintance seems grand, but inhospitable; but in which presently you


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 austere in her saintliness, treated her with a new complaisance. She had always been kind to Kitty, but in a remote fashion; now she used her with a tenderness in which there was something maternal. Her voice had in it a new and gentle note and in her eyes was a sudden playfulness as though Kitty were a child who had done a clever and amusing thing. It was oddly moving. Her soul was like a calm, grey sea rolling majestically, awe-inspiring in its sombre greatness, and then suddenly a ray of sunshine made it alert, friendly and gay. Often now in the evening she would come and sit with Kitty.

“I must take care that you do not tire yourself, mon enfant,” she said, making a transparent excuse to herself, “or Dr. Fane will never forgive me. Oh, this British self-control! There he is delighted beyond measure and when you speak to him of it he becomes quite pale.”

She took Kitty’s hand and patted it affectionately.

“Dr. Fane told me that he wished you to go away, but you would not because you could not bear to leave us. That was kind of you, my dear child, and I want you to know that we appreciate the help you have been to us. But I think that you did not want to leave him either, and that is better, for your place is by his side, and he needs you. Ah, I do not know what we should have done without that admirable man.”

“I am glad to think that he has been able to do something for you,” said Kitty.


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 that a heretic could know nothing of such matters, she told Kitty of the Annunciation.

“I can never read those lines in the Holy Writ without weeping,” she said. “I do not know why, but it gives me such a funny feeling.”

And then in French, in words that to Kitty sounded unfamiliar and in their precision a trifle cold, she quoted:

“And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.”

The mystery of birth blew through the convent like a little fitful wind playing among the white blossoms of an orchard. The thought that Kitty was with child disturbed and excited those sterile women. She frightened them a little now and fascinated them. They looked upon the physical side of her condition with robust common sense, for they were the daughters of peasants and fishermen; but in their childlike hearts was awe. They were troubled by the thought of her burden and yet happy and strangely exalted. Sister St. Joseph told her that they all prayed for her, and Sister St. Martin had said what a pity it was she was not a Catholic; but the Mother Superior had reproved her; she said that it was possible to be a good woman—une brave femme, she put it—even though one was Protestant and le Bon Dieu would in some way or other arrange all that.

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 He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Tao. Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whisky and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads no-whither.”

ITTY fell again into the comfortable routine of her work and though in the early morning feeling far from well she had spirit enough not to let it discompose her. She was astonished at the interest the nuns took in her: sisters who, when she saw them in a corridor, had done no more than bid her good morning now on a flimsy pretext came into the room in which she was occupied and looked at her, chatting a little, with a sweet and childlike excitement. Sister St. Joseph told her with a repetition which was sometimes tedious how she had been saying to herself for days past: “Now, I wonder,” or: “I shouldn’t be surprised”; and then, when Kitty fainted: “There can be no doubt, it jumps to the eyes.” She told Kitty long stories of her sister-in-law’s confinements, which but for Kitty’s quick sense of humour would have been not a little alarming. Sister St. Joseph combined in a pleasant fashion the realistic outlook of her upbringing (a river wound through the meadows of her father’s farm and the poplars that stood on its bank trembled in the faintest breeze) with a charming intimacy with religious things. One day, firmly convinced


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 “Are they too big for her?” she asked quickly.

“Miles.”

Kitty laughed and when Waddington translated, the Manchu and the amah laughed also.

When Kitty and Waddington, a little later, were walking up the hill together, she turned to him with a friendly smile.

“You did not tell me that you had a great affection for her.”

“What makes you think I have?”

“I saw it in your eyes. It’s strange, it must be like loving a phantom or a dream. Men are incalculable; I thought you were like everybody else and now I feel that I don’t know the first thing about you.”

As they reached the bungalow he asked her abruptly:

“Why did you want to see her?”

Kitty hesitated for a moment before answering.

“I’m looking for something and I don’t quite know what it is. But I know that it’s very important for me to know it, and if I did it would make all the difference. Perhaps the nuns know it; when I’m with them I feel that they hold a secret which they will not share with me. I don’t know why it came into my head that if I saw this Manchu woman I should have an inkling of what I am looking for. Perhaps she would tell me if she could.”

“What makes you think she knows it?”

Kitty gave him a sidelong glance, but did not answer. Instead she asked him a question.

“Do you know it?”


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 Act IV. So. 2. HEAUTONTIMORUMENOS. 99

Cli. But that knocks up my marriage — knocks it up —

You understand not, Syrus, what you say —

How can I meet my father on this plea,

A mistress following me!

Syr. Why not?

Cli. But how ? what pretext frame?

Syr. Oh! none at all.

No pretexts: tell the truth.

Cli. What do you say?

Syr. Say that you love Antiphila to wife,

Say that he loves — and Bacchis is the mistress.

Cli. Not a bad plot, and easy to be done,

And then to bid my father hold his tongue,

And not to blurt to him.

Syr. Quite contrary:

Go tell him the true tale.

Cli. Syrus, you are mad or drunk; you but betray him.

How would that make him safe?

Syr. Ah! 'tis my cue —

My palm of victory! I hug myself

In admiration of my own astuteness.

Cunning is power — go and tell him the truth,

And so deceive them both. When your old man

Tells our old man, Bacchis is his son's mistress,

He'll not believe it.

Cli. Ah! but you knock my marriage on the head.

When Chremes thinks that Bacchis is my love,

Will he grant me his daughter? But it seems

You fight for Cli.tipho — nor care for me.

Syr. Confound you — do you think I want an age

To do my work — one day will do for me —

Just time to get the money — and no more!

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 made the efforts and the pains of the everyday world she knew slightly absurd. That coloured mask seemed to hide the secret of an abundant, profound and significant experience: those long, delicate hands with their tapering fingers held the key of riddles undivined.

“What does she think about all day long?” asked Kitty.

“Nothing,” smiled Waddington.

“She’s wonderful. Tell her I’ve never seen such beautiful hands. I wonder what she sees in you.”

Waddington, smiling, translated the question.

“She says I’m good.”

“As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue,” Kitty mocked.

The Manchu laughed but once. This was when Kitty, for something to say, expressed admiration of a jade bracelet she wore. She took it off and Kitty, trying to put it on, found, though her hands were small enough, that it would not pass over her knuckles. Then the Manchu burst into childlike laughter. She said something to Waddington and called for an amah. She gave her an instruction and the amah in a moment brought in a pair of very beautiful Manchu shoes.

“She wants to give you these if you can wear them,” said Waddington. “You’ll find they make quite good bedroom slippers.”

“They fit me perfectly,” said Kitty, not without satisfaction.

But she noticed a roguish smile on Waddington’s face.


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 “What does she do with herself all day long?” asked Kitty.

“She paints a little and sometimes she writes a poem. But she mostly sits. She smokes, but only in moderation, which is fortunate, since one of my duties is to prevent the traffic in opium.”

“Do you smoke?” asked Kitty.

“Seldom. To tell you the truth I much prefer whisky.”

There was in the room a faintly acrid smell; it was not unpleasant, but peculiar and exotic.

“Tell her that I am sorry I cannot talk to her. I am sure we have many things to say to one another.”

When this was translated to the Manchu she gave Kitty a quick glance in which there was the hint of a smile. She was impressive as she sat, without embarrassment, in her beautiful clothes; and from the painted face the eyes looked out wary, self-possessed and unfathomable. She was unreal, like a picture, and yet had an elegance which made Kitty feel all thumbs. Kitty had never paid anything but passing and somewhat contemptuous attention to the China in which fate had thrown her. It was not done in her set. Now she seemed on a sudden to have an inkling of something remote and mysterious. Here was the East, immemorial, dark and inscrutable. The beliefs and the ideals of the West seemed crude beside ideals and beliefs of which in this exquisite creature she seemed to catch a fugitive glimpse. Here was a different life, lived on a different plane. Kitty felt strangely that the sight of this idol, with her painted face and slanting, wary eyes,


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 CHAPTER 10

H. B. No. 591 (Snortland, Kloster and Olson)

REFUND TO STEELE COUNTY

AN ACT

§ 1. Appropriation.) There is hereby appropriated out of any moneys in the welfare fund of the state treasury, not otherwise appropriated, the sum of ten thousand three hundred ninety-six dollars and twenty-five cents for the purpose of reimbursing and refunding to Steele County the sum of money erroneously paid by Steele County for the care of one Hans A. Madson who was erroneously classified as a resident of Steele County for payments for institutional care at the state hospital. The sum herein appropriated shall be disbursed to Steele County upon warrant of the state auditor upon the effective date of this Act.

Approved March 10, 1955.

CHAPTER 11

S. B. No. 15 (Committee on Appropriations)

STATE EQUALIZATION FUND

AN ACT

§ 1. Appropriation.) There is hereby appropriated out of any moneys in the state treasury in the state equalization


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 She wore a jacket of pale green silk with tight sleeves that came over her wrists and on her black hair, elaborately dressed, was the head-dress of the Manchu women. Her face was coated with powder and her cheeks from the eyes to the mouth heavily rouged; her plucked eyebrows were a thin dark line and her mouth was scarlet. From this mask her black, slightly slanting, large eyes burned like lakes of liquid jet. She seemed more like an idol than a woman. Her movements were slow and assured. Kitty had the impression that she was slightly shy but very curious. She nodded her head two or three times, looking at Kitty, while Waddington spoke of her. Kitty noticed her hands; they were preternaturally long, very slender, of the colour of ivory; and the exquisite nails were painted. Kitty thought she had never seen anything so lovely as those languid and elegant hands. They suggested the breeding of uncounted centuries.

She spoke a little, in a high voice, like the twittering of birds in an orchard, and Waddington, translating, told Kitty that she was glad to see her; how old was she and how many children had she got? They sat down on three straight chairs at the square table and a boy brought in bowls of tea, pale and scented with jasmine. The Manchu lady handed Kitty a green tin of Three Castles cigarettes. Beside the table and the chairs the room contained little furniture; there was a wide pallet bed on which was an embroidered head rest and two sandalwood chests.


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 WO or three days later Waddington fetched Kitty from the convent (for her restlessness had induced her immediately to resume her work) and took her to drink the promised cup of tea with his mistress. Kitty had on more than one occasion dined at Waddington’s house. It was a square, white and pretentious building, such as the Customs build for their officials all over China; and the dining-room in which they ate, the drawing-room in which they sat, were furnished with prim and solid furniture. They had the appearance of being partly offices and partly hotel; there was nothing homelike in them and you understood that these houses were merely places of haphazard sojourn to their successive occupants. It would never have occurred to you that on an upper floor mystery and perhaps romance dwelt shrouded. They ascended a flight of stairs and Waddington opened a door. Kitty went into a large, bare room with whitewashed walls on which hung scrolls in various calligraphies. At a square table, on a stiff arm-chair, both of blackwood and heavily carved, sat the Manchu. She rose as Kitty and Waddington entered, but made no step forward.

“Here she is,” said Waddington, and added something in Chinese.

Kitty shook hands with her. She was slim in her long embroidered gown and somewhat taller than Kitty, used to the Southern people, had expected.


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 “I shouldn’t have thought you were the sort of person to put yourself out for a few stuffy nuns and a parcel of Chinese brats.”

Her lips outlined a smile.

“I think it’s rather unfair to me so much because you made such a mistake in your judgment of me. It’s not my fault that you were such an ass.”

“If you’re determined to stay you are of course at liberty to do so.”

“I’m sorry I can’t give you the opportunity of being magnanimous.” She found it strangely hard to be quite serious with him. “As a matter of fact you’re quite right, it’s not only for the orphans that I’m staying: you see, I’m in the peculiar position that I haven’t got a soul in the world that I can go to. I know no one who wouldn’t think me a nuisance. I know no one who cares a row of pins if I’m alive or dead.”

He frowned. But he did not frown in anger.

“We have made a dreadful hash of things, haven’t we?” he said.

“Do you still want to divorce me? I don’t think I care any more.”

“You must know that by bringing you here I’ve condoned the offence.”

“I didn’t know. You see, I haven”t made a study of infidelity. What are we going to do then when we leave here? Are we going on living together?”

“Oh, don’t you think we can let the future take care of itself?”

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 giving herself the benefit of the doubt. How silly men were! Their part in procreation was so unimportant; it was the woman who carried the child through long months of uneasiness and bore it with pain, and yet a man because of his momentary connection made such preposterous claims. Why should that make any difference to him in his feeling towards the child? Then Kitty’s thoughts wandered to the child which she herself would bear; she thought of it not with emotion nor with a passion of maternity, but with an idle curiosity.

“I daresay you’d like to think it over a little,” said Walter, breaking the long silence.

“Think what?”

He turned a little as if he were surprised.

“About when you want to go?”

“But I don’t want to go.”

“Why not?”

“I like my work at the convent. I think I’m making myself useful. I should prefer to stay as long as you do.”

“I think I should tell you that in your present condition you are probably more liable to catch any infection that happens to be about.”

“I like the discreet way you put it,” she smiled ironically.

“You’re not staying for my sake?”

She hesitated. He little knew that now the strongest emotion he excited in her, and the most unexpected, was pity.

“No. You don’t love me. I often think I rather bore you.”


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 "Beg your pardon, sir," said Mrs. Craddock, the landlady, peeping in; "but did you want anything more, sir?"

"Nothing more, ma'am," replied Mr. Pickwick.

"My young girl is gone to bed, sir," said Mrs. Craddock; "and Mr. Dowler is good enough to say that he'll sit up for Mrs. Dowler, as the party isn't expected to be over till late; so I was thinking if you wanted nothing more, Mr. Pickwick, I would go to bed."

"By all means, ma'am," replied Mr. Pickwick.

"Wish you good night, sir," said Mrs. Craddock.

"Good night, ma'am," rejoined Mr. Pickwick. Mrs. Craddock closed the door, and Mr. Pickwick resumed his writing.

In half an hour's time the entries were concluded. Mr. Pickwick carefully rubbed the last page on the blotting-paper, shut up the book, wiped his pen on the bottom of the inside of his coat tail, and opened the drawer of the inkstand to put it carefully away. There were a couple of sheets of writing-paper, pretty closely written over, in the inkstand drawer, and they were folded so, that the title, which was in a good round hand, was fully disclosed to him. Seeing from this, that it was no private document: and as it seemed to relate to Bath, and was very short: Mr. Pickwick unfolded it, lighted his bed-room candle that it might burn up well by the time he finished; and drawing his chair nearer the fire, read as follows:

"Less than two hundred years agone, on one of the public baths in this city, there appeared an inscription in honour of its mighty founder, the renowned Prince Bladud. That inscription is now erased.

"For many hundred years before that time, there had been handed down, from age to age, an old legend, that the illustrious Prince being afflicted with leprosy, on his return from reaping a rich harvest of knowledge in Athens, shunned the


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 heart! Because she had no feeling for Townsend the various acts she had committed with him had lost their significance. She had regained her heart and what she had given of her body seemed not to matter a rap. She was inclined to say to Walter: “Look here, don’t you think we’ve been silly long enough? We’ve sulked with one another like children. Why can’t we kiss and be friends. There’s no reason why we shouldn’t be friends just because we’re not lovers.”

He stood very still and the lamplight made the pallor of his impassive face startling. She did not trust him; if she said the wrong thing he would turn upon her with such an icy sternness. She knew by now his extreme sensitiveness, for which his acid irony was a protection, and how quickly he could close his heart if his feelings were hurt. She had a moment’s irritation at his stupidity. Surely what troubled him most was the wound to his vanity: she vaguely realised that this is the hardest of all wounds to heal. It was singular that men attached so much importance to their wives’ faithfulness; when first she had gone with Charlie she had expected to feel quite different, a changed woman; but she had seemed to herself exactly the same, she had experienced only well-being and a greater vitality. She wished now that she had been able to tell Walter that the child was his; the lie would have meant so little to her, and the assurance would have been so great a comfort to him. And after all it might not be a lie: it was funny, that something in her heart which had prevented her from


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 collector of the Royal Treasures, to defray the expenses of the happy ceremony. It was upon this occasion that King Lud, seated on the top of his throne in full council, rose, in the exuberance of his feelings, and commanded the lord chief justice to order in the richest wines and the court minstrels : an act of graciousness which has been, through the ignorance of traditionary historians, attributed to King Cole, in those celebrated lines in which his majesty is represented as

Which is an obvious injustice to the memory of King Lud, and a dishonest exaltation of the virtues of King Cole.

"But, in the midst of all this festivity and rejoicing, there was one individual present, who tasted not when the sparkling wines were poured forth, and who danced not, when the minstrels played. This was no other than Prince Bladud himself, in honour of whose happiness a whole people were at that very moment, straining alike their throats and purse- strings. The truth was, that the Prince, forgetting the undoubted right of the minister for foreign affairs to fall in love on his behalf, had, contrary to every precedent of policy and diplomacy, already fallen in love on his own account, and privately contracted himself unto the fair daughter of a noble Athenian.

"Here we have a striking example of one of the manifold advantages of civilisation and refinement. If the Prince had lived in later days, he might at once have married the object of his father's choice, and then set himself seriously to work, to relieve himself of the burden which rested heavily upon him. He might have endeavoured to break her heart by a systematic Course of insult and neglect ; or, if the spirit of her sex, and a proud consciousness of her many wrongs had upheld her under this ill treatment, he might have sought to take her life, and so get rid of her effectually. But neither mode of relief suggested itself to Prince Bladud; so he solicited a private audience, and told his father.


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 fine profile, and yet oddly enough at this moment it excited in her no fear.

“When you insisted on my coming here did you want it to kill me?” she asked suddenly.

He was so long answering that she thought he had refused to hear.

“At first.”

She gave a little shudder, for it was the first time he had admitted his intention. But she bore him no ill will for it. Her feeling surprised herself; there was a certain admiration in it and a faint amusement. She did not quite know why, but suddenly thinking of Charlie Townsend he seemed to her an abject fool.

“It was a terrible risk you were taking,” she answered. “With your sensitive conscience I wonder if you could ever have forgiven yourself if I had died.”

“Well, you haven’t. You’ve thrived on it.”

“I’ve never felt better in my life.”

She had an instinct to throw herself on the mercy of his humour. After all they had gone through, when they were living amid these scenes of horror and desolation, it seemed inept to attach importance to the ridiculous act of fornication. When death stood round the corner, taking lives like a gardener digging up potatoes, it was foolishness to care what dirty things this person or that did with his body. If she could only make him realise how little Charlie meant to her, so that now already she had difficulty in calling up his features to her imagination, and how entirely the love of him had passed out of her


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 emerged from beneath the water, and disclosed the features and spectacles of Mr. Pickwick.

"Keep yourself up for an instant—for only one instant!" bawled Mr. Snodgrass.

"Yes, do; let me implore you—for my sake!" roared Mr. Winkle, deeply affected. The adjuration was rather unnecessary; the probability being, that if Mr. Pickwick had declined to keep himself up for anybody else's sake, it would have occurred to him that he might as well do so, for his own.

"Do you feel the bottom there, old fellow?" said Wardle.

"Yes, certainly," replied Mr. Pickwick, wringing the water from his head and face, and gasping for breath. "I fell upon my back. I couldn't get on my feet at first."

The clay upon so much of Mr. Pickwick's coat as was yet visible, bore testimony to the accuracy of this statement; and as the fears of the spectators were still further relieved by the fat boy's suddenly recollecting that the water was nowhere more than five feet deep, prodigies of valour were performed to get him out. After a vast quantity of splashing, and cracking, and struggling, Mr. Pickwick was at length fairly extricated from his unpleasant position, and once more stood on dry land.

"Oh, he'll catch his death of cold," said Emily.

"Dear old thing!" said Arabella. "Let me wrap this shawl round you, Mr. Pickwick."

"Ah, that's the best thing you can do," said Wardle; "and when you've got it on, run home as fast as your legs can carry you, and jump into bed directly."

A dozen shawls were offered on the instant. Three or four of the thickest having been selected, Mr. Pickwick was wrapped up, and started off, under the guidance of Mr. Weller: presenting the singular phenomenon of an elderly gentleman, dripping wet, and without a hat, with his arms bound down to his sides, skimming over the ground, without any clearly defined purpose, at the rate of six good English miles an hour.

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 Benjamin Allen drew Mr. Pickwick aside with an air of some mystery: and Mr. Bob Sawyer thrusting his forefinger between two of Mr. Pickwick's ribs, and thereby displaying his native drollery, and his knowledge of the anatomy of the human frame, at one and the same time, inquired:

"I say, old boy, where do you hang out?"

Mr. Pickwick replied that he was at present suspended at the George and Vulture.

"I wish you'd come and see me," said Bob Sawyer.

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," replied Mr. Pickwick.

"There's my lodgings," said Mr. Bob Sawyer, producing a card. "Lant Street, Borough; it's near Guy's, and handy for me, you know. Little distance after you've passed Saint George's Church—turns out of the High Street on the right hand side the way."

"I shall find it," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Come on Thursday fortnight, and bring the other chaps with you," said Mr. Bob Sawyer, "I'm going to have a few medical fellows that night.

Mr. Pickwick expressed the pleasure it would afford him to meet the medical fellows; and after Mr. Bob Sawyer had informed him that he meant to be very cosey, and that his friend Ben was to be one of the party, they shook hands and separated.

We feel that in this place we lay ourself open to the inquiry whether Mr. Winkle was whispering, during this brief conversation, to Arabella Allen; and if so, what he said; and furthermore, whether Mr. Snodgrass was conversing apart with Emily Wardle; and if so, what he said. To this, we reply, that whatever they might have said to the ladies, they said nothing at all to Mr. Pickwick or Mr. Tupman for eight-and-twenty miles, and that they sighed very often, refused ale and brandy, and looked gloomy. If our observant lady readers can deduce any satisfactory inferences from these facts, we beg them by all means to do so.


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 “Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Well, come here then.”

“I can’t possibly get away. What about this afternoon? And don’t you think it would be better if I didn’t come to your house?”

“I must see you at once.”

There was a pause and she was afraid that she had been cut off.

“Are you there?” she asked anxiously.

“Yes, I was thinking. Has anything happened?”

“I can’t tell you over the telephone.”

There was another silence before he spoke again.

“Well, look here, I can manage to see you for ten minutes at one if that’ll do. You’d better go to Ku-Chou’s and I’ll come along as soon as I can.”

“The curio shop?” she asked in dismay.

“Well, we can’t meet in the lounge at the Hong-Kong Hotel very well,” he answered.

She noticed a trace of irritation in his voice.

“Very well. I’ll go to Ku-Chou’s.”

HE got out of her rickshaw in the Victoria Road and walked up the steep, narrow lane till she came to the shop. She lingered outside a moment as though her attention were attracted by the bric-a-brac which was displayed. But a boy who was standing there on the watch for customers, recognising her at once, gave her a broad smile of connivance. He said something in Chinese to some


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 of temporary insanity he rashly converted his-self into sassages!' And so he had, sir," said Mr. Weller, looking steadily into Mr. Pickwick's horror-stricken countenance, "or else he'd been draw'd into the ingine; but however that might ha' been, the little old gen'l'm'n, who had been remarkably partial to sassages all his life, rushed out o' the shop in a wild state, and was never heerd on artervards!"

The relation of this affecting incident of private life brought master and man to Mr. Perker's chambers. Lowten, holding the door half open, was in conversation with a rustily-clad, miserable-looking man, in boots without toes and gloves without fingers. There were traces of privation and suffering—almost of despair—in his lank and care-worn countenance; he felt his poverty, for he shrunk to the dark side of the staircase as Mr. Pickwick approached.

"It's very unfortunate," said the stranger, with a sigh.

"Very," said Lowten, scribbling his name on the door-post with his pen, and rubbing it out again with the feather. "Will you leave a message for him?"

"When do you think he'll be back?" inquired the stranger.

"Quite uncertain," replied Lowten, winking at Mr. Pickwick, as the stranger cast his eyes towards the ground.

"You don't think it would be of any use my waiting for him?" said the stranger, looking wistfully into the office.

"Oh no, I'm sure it wouldn't," replied the clerk, moving a little more into the centre of the door-way. "He's certain not to be back this week, and it's a chance whether he will be next; for when Perker once gets out of town, he's never in a hurry to come back again."

"Out of town!" said Mr. Pickwick; "dear me, how unfortunate!"

"Don't go away, Mr. Pickwick," said Lowten, "I've got a letter for you." The stranger seeming to hesitate, once more looked towards the ground, and the clerk winked slyly at Mr. Pickwick, as if to intimate that some exquisite piece of


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 plaintiff's the man.' Upon this, two or three other men are sure to say that they think so too—as of course they do; and then they get on very unanimously and comfortably. Ten minutes past nine!" said the little man, looking at his watch. "Time we were off, my dear sir; breach of promise trial—court is generally full in such cases. You had better ring for a coach, my dear sir, or we shall be rather late."

Mr. Pickwick immediately rang the bell; and a coach having been procured, the four Pickwickians and Mr. Perker ensconced themselves therein, and drove to Guildhall; Sam Weller, Mr. Lowten, and the blue bag, following in a cab.

"Lowten," said Perker, when they reached the outer hall of the court, "put Mr. Pickwick's friends in the students' box; Mr. Pickwick himself had better sit by me. This way, my dear sir, this way." Taking Mr. Pickwick by the coat-sleeve, the little man led him to the low seat just beneath the desks of the King's Counsel, which is constructed for the convenience of attorneys, who from that spot can whisper into the ear of the leading counsel in the case, any instructions that may be necessary during the progress of the trial. The occupants of this seat are invisible to the great body of spectators, inasmuch as they sit on a much lower level than either the barristers or the audience, whose seats are 'raised above the floor. Of course they have their backs to both, and their faces towards the judge.

"That's the witness-box, I suppose?" said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a kind of pulpit, with a brass rail, on his left hand.

"That's the witness-box, my dear sir," replied Perker, disinterring a quantity of papers from the blue bag, which Lowten had just deposited at his feet.

"And that," said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a couple of enclosed seats on his right, "that's where the jurymen sit, is it not?"

"The identical place, my dear sir," replied Perker, tapping the lid of his snuff-box.

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 one within and the master, a little, fat-faced man in a black gown, came out and greeted her. She walked in quickly.

“Mr. Townsend no come yet. You go top-side, yes?”

She went to the back of the shop and walked up the rickety, dark stairs. The Chinese followed her and unlocked the door that led into the bedroom. It was stuffy and there was an acrid smell of opium. She sat down on a sandalwood chest.

In a moment she heard a heavy step on the creaking stairs. Townsend came in and shut the door behind him. His face bore a sullen look, but as he saw her it vanished, and he smiled in that charming way of his. He took her quickly in his arms and kissed her lips.

“Now what’s the trouble?”

“It makes me feel better just to see you,” she smiled.

He sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette.

“You look rather washed out this morning.”

“I don’t wonder,” she answered. “I don’t think I closed my eyes all night.”

He gave her a look. He was smiling still, but his smile was a little set and unnatural. She thought there was a shade of anxiety in his eyes.

“He knows,” she said.

There was an instant’s pause before he answered.

“What did he say?”

“He hasn’t said anything.”

“What!” He looked at her sharply. “What makes you think he knows then?”


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 "Take the book, gentlemen. You shall well and truly try—"

"I beg this court's pardon," said the chemist, who was a tall, thin, yellow-visaged man, "but I hope this court will excuse my attendance."

"On what grounds, sir?" said Mr. Justice Stareleigh.

"I have no assistant, my Lord," said the chemist.

"I can't help that, sir," replied Mr. Justice Stareleigh. "You should hire one."

"I can't afford it, my Lord," rejoined the chemist.

"Then you ought to be able to afford it, sir," said the judge, reddening; for Mr. Justice Stareleigh's temper bordered on the irritable, and brooked not contradiction.

"I know I ought to do, if I got on as well as I deserved, but I don't, my Lord," answered the chemist.

"Swear the gentleman," said the judge, peremptorily.

The officer had got no further than the "You shall well and truly try," when he was again interrupted by the chemist.

"I am to be sworn, my Lord, am I?" said the chemist.

"Certainly, sir," replied the testy little judge.

"Very well, my Lord," replied the chemist, in a resigned manner. "Then there'll be murder before this trial's over; that's all. Swear me, if you please, sir;" and sworn the chemist was, before the judge could find words to utter.

"I merely wanted to observe, my Lord," said the chemist, taking his seat with great deliberation, "that I've left nobody but an errand-boy in my shop. He is a very nice boy, my Lord, but he is not acquainted with drugs; and I know that the prevailing impression on his mind is, that Epsom salts means oxalic acid; and syrup of senna, laudanum. That's all, my Lord." With this, the tall chemist composed himself into a comfortable attitude, and, assuming a pleasant expression of countenance, appeared to have prepared himself for the worst.

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 "I am for the plaintiff, my Lord," said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz.

"Who is with you, brother Buzfuz?" said the judge. Mr. Skimpin bowed, to intimate that he was.

"I appear for the defendant, my Lord," said Mr. Serjeant Snubbin.

"Anybody with you, brother Snubbin?" inquired the court.

"Mr. Phunky, my Lord," replied Serjeant Snubbin.

"Serjeant Buzfuz and Mr. Skimpin for the plaintiff," said the judge, writing down the names in his note-book, and reading as he wrote; "for the defendant, Serjeant Snubbin and Mr. Monkey."

"Beg your Lordship's pardon, Phunky."

"Oh, very good," said the judge; "I never had the pleasure of hearing the gentleman's name before." Here Mr. Phunky bowed and smiled, and the judge bowed and smiled too, and then Mr. Phunky, blushing into the very whites of his eyes, tried to look as if he didn't know that everybody was gazing at him: a thing which no man ever succeeded in doing yet, or in all reasonable probability, ever will.

"Go on," said the judge. The ushers again called silence, and Mr. Skimpin proceeded to "open the case;" and the case appeared to have very little inside it when he had opened it, for he kept such particulars as he knew, completely to himself, and sat down, after a lapse of three minutes, leaving the jury in precisely the same advanced stage of wisdom as they were in before.

Serjeant Buzfuz then rose with all the majesty and dignity which the grave nature of the proceedings demanded, and having whispered to Dodson, and conferred briefly with Fogg, pulled his gown over his shoulders, settled his wig, and addressed the jury.

Serjeant Buzfuz began by saying, that never, in the whole course of his professional experience—never, from the very first moment of his applying himself to the study and practice of the law—had he approached a case with feelings of such deep emotion, or with such a heavy sense of the responsibility


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 “Everything. His look. The way he talked at dinner.”

“Was he disagreeable?”

“No, on the contrary, he was scrupulously polite. For the first time since we married he didn’t kiss me good-night.”

She dropped her eyes. She was not sure if Charlie understood. As a rule Walter took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers and would not let them go. His whole body grew tender and passionate with his kiss.

“Why do you imagine he didn’t say anything?”

“I don’t know.”

There was a pause. Kitty sat very still on the sandalwood box and looked with anxious attention at Townsend. His face once more was sullen and there was a frown between his brows. His mouth drooped a little at the corners. But all at once he looked up and a gleam of malicious amusement came into his eyes.

“I wonder if he is going to say anything.”

She did not answer. She. did not know what he meant.

“After all, he wouldn’t be the first man who’s shut his eyes in a case of this sort. What has he to gain by making a row? If he’d wanted to make a row he would have insisted on coming into your room.” His eyes twinkled and his lips broke into a broad smile. “We should have looked a pair of damned fools.”

“I wish you could have seen his face last night.”

“I expect he was upset. It was naturally a shock.


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 were pouring in, every moment, there was no telling where they came from. They seemed to start up, in some strange manner, from the ground, or the air, and disappear in the same way. When a porter had put his luggage in the coach, and received his fare, he turned round and was gone; and before my uncle had well begun to wonder what had become of him, half-a-dozen fresh ones started up, and staggered along under the weight of parcels which seemed big enough to crush them. The passengers were all dressed so oddly too! Large, broad-skirted laced coats with great cuffs and no collars; and wigs, gentlemen,—great formal wigs with a tie behind. My uncle could make nothing of it.

Now, are you going to get in?' said the person who had addressed my uncle before. He was dressed as a mail guard, with a wig on his head and most enormous cuffs to his coat, and had a lantern in one hand, and a huge blunderbuss in the other, which he was going to stow away in his little arm-chest. ' Are you going to get in, Jack Martin?" said the guard, holding the lantern to my uncle's face.

Hallo!' said my uncle, falling back a step or two.'That's familiar!"

It's so on the way-bill,' replied the guard.d Isn't there a "Mister" before it?' said my uncle. For he felt, gentlemen, that for a guard he didn't know, to call him Jack Martin, was a liberty which the Post-office wouldn't have sanctioned if they had known it.

No, there is not,' rejoined the guard coolly.

Is the fare paid?' inquired my uncle.

Of course it is,' rejoined the guard.

It is, is it? said my uncle. Then here goes! Which coach?"

This,' said the guard, pointing to an old-fashioned Edinburgh and London Mail, which had the steps down, and the door open. 'Stop! Here are the other passengers. Let them get in first."

"As the guard spoke, there all at once appeared, right in


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Runo XXIV]

Or the mouth of wolf attacked her,

Or the forest bear has mauled her,

Or was perhaps the wolf her husband,

Was the bear perchance her consort?’“

By the stove there lay an old man,

By the hearth there sat a beggar;

From the stove there spoke the old man,

From the hearth there spoke the beggar.

“Never may’st thou, luckless husband,

Listen to thy wife’s opinion,

Tongue of lark, and whim of women,

Like myself, a youth unhappy,

For both bread and meat I bought her,

Bought her butter, ale I bought her,

Every sort of fish I bought her,

Bought her all sorts of provisions,

Home-brewed ale the best I bought her,

Likewise wheat from foreign countries.

“But she let it not content her,

Nor did it improve her temper,

For one day the room she entered,

And she grasped my hair, and tore it,

And her face was quite distorted,

And her eyes were wildly rolling,

Always scolding in her fury,

To her heart’s contentment scolding,

Heaping foul abuse upon me,

Roaring at me as a sluggard.

“But I knew another method,

Knew another way to tame her,

So I peeled myself a birch-shoot,

When she came, and called me birdie;

But when juniper I gathered,

Then she stooped, and called me darling;

When I lifted rods of willow,

On my neck she fell embracing.”

Now the hapless girl was sighing,

Sighing much, and sobbing sadly;

Presently she broke out weeping,

And she spoke the words which follow:

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 "A quarter to two," said Pell, looking at the parlour clock. "If we are with Mr. Flasher at a quarter past, we shall just hit the best time."

"What should you say to a drop o' beer, gen'l'm'n?" suggested the mottled-faced man.

"And a little bit o' cold beef," said the second coachman.

"Or a oyster," added the third, who was a hoarse gentleman, supported by very round legs.

"Hear, hear!" said Pell; "to congratulate Mr. Weller, on his coming into possession of his property: eh? ha! ha!"

"I'm quite agreeable, gen'l'm'n," answered Mr. Weller. "Sammy, pull the bell."

Sam complied; and the porter, cold beef, and oysters being promptly produced, the lunch was done ample justice to. Where everybody took so active a part, it is almost invidious to make a distinction; but if one individual evinced greater powers than another, it was the coachman with the hoarse voice, who took an imperial pint of vinegar with his oysters, without betraying the least emotion.

"Mr. Pell, sir," said the elder Mr. Weller, stirring a glass of brandy and water, of which one was placed before every gentleman when the oyster shells were removed, "Mr. Pell, sir, it wos my intention to have proposed the funs on this occasion, but Samivel has vispered to me—"

Here Mr. Samuel Weller, who had silently eaten his oysters with tranquil smiles, cried "Hear!" in a very loud voice.

"—Has vispered to me," resumed his father, "that it vould be better to dewote the liquor to vishin' you success and prosperity, and thankin' you for the manner in which you've brought this here business through. Here's your health, sir.

"Hold hard there," interposed the mottled-faced gentleman, with sudden energy, "your eyes on me, gen'l'm'n!"

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 "Wery much obliged to you, sir," replied Mr. Weller gravely; "but I'd rayther not."

"Rather not do what, Sam?"

"Wy, I'd rayther not let myself down to ask a favour o' this here unremorseful enemy."

"But it is no favour asking him to take his money, Sam," reasoned Mr. Pickwick.

"Beg your pardon, sir," rejoined Sam; "but it 'ud be a wery great favour to pay it, and he don't deserve none; that's where it is, sir."

Here Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his nose with an air of some vexation, Mr. Weller thought it prudent to change the theme of the discourse.

"I takes my determination on principle, sir," remarked Sam, "and you takes yours on the same ground; wich puts me in mind o' the man as killed his-self on principle, wich o' course you've heerd on, sir." Mr. Weller paused when he arrived at this point, and cast a comical look at his master out of the corners of his eyes.

"There is no 'of course' in the case, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, gradually breaking into a smile, in spite of the uneasiness which Sam's obstinacy had given him. "The fame of the gentleman in question, never reached my ears.

"No, sir!" exclaimed Mr. Weller. "You astonish me, sir; he wos a clerk in a gov'ment office, sir."

"Was he?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Yes, he wos, sir," rejoined Mr. Weller; "and a wery pleasant gen'l'm'n too—one o' the precise and tidy sort, as puts their feet in little India-rubber fire-buckets wen its wet weather, and never has no other bosom friends but hare-skins; he saved up his money on principle, wore a clean shirt ev'ry day on principle; never spoke to none of his relations on principle, 'fear they shou'd want to borrow money of him; and wos altogether, in fact, an uncommon agreeable character. He had his hair cut on principle vunce a fortnight, and contracted for his clothes on the economic principle—three


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 208 against us by the governments of the world there is no room for doubt." That is, the growing certainty of world revolution, removes all doubt of Bolshevist success in impending negotiations with foreign governments for the official recognition of the Soviet title to Russia and all the resources and human chattels it contains! The Soviet leader does not deny the weakness of the Soviets. But let it be remembered that he ceaselessly drills his followers to the thought that all other nations are weaker still! As he says in his speech, "All this information given out by the international bourgeoisie … reveals once more how we are surrounded by enemies, and how feeble these enemies have grown within the past year!"

Bearing this blind and fanatical optimism in mind we can better grasp other parts of the speech in which Lenin shows he is counting absolutely on getting from America the credit and supplies to revive Russian Bolshevism by means of a trade agreement on the British model! As quoted by Soviet Russia (May 14, 1921) Lenin said:

The world press syndicate—freedom of the press consists there in the fact that 99 per cent of the press is owned by financial magnates manipulating hundreds of millions of rubles—opened the world-wide campaigns of the imperialists, with the aim of preventing, first, trade relations with England which were begun by Krassin, and also the imminent conclusion of trade relations with America. This shows that the enemies who surround us, no longer able to bring about intervention, are counting upon a revolt. The events at Kronstadt revealed ties with the international bourgeoisie; and in addition to it we see that more than anything else they now fear,


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 followed, the lame man stepped up to him, and civilly touching his hat, held out a written card, which Mr. Pickwick, not wishing to hurt the man's feelings by refusing, courteously accepted and deposited in his waistcoat-pocket.

"Now," said Perker, turning round before he entered one of the offices, to see that his companions were close behind him. "In here, my dear sir. Hallo, what do you want?"

This last question was addressed to the lame man, who, unobserved by Mr. Pickwick, made one of the party. In reply to it, the lame man touched his hat again, with all imaginable politeness, and motioned towards Mr. Pickwick.

"No, no," said Perker with a smile. "We don't want you, my dear friend, we don't want you."

"I beg your pardon, sir," said the lame man. "The gentleman took my card. I hope you will employ me, sir. The gentleman nodded to me. I'll be judged by the gentleman himself. You nodded to me, sir?"

"Pooh, pooh, nonsense. You didn't nod to any body, Pickwick? A mistake, a mistake," said Perker.

"The gentleman handed me his card," replied Mr. Pickwick, producing it from his waistcoat-pocket. "I accepted it, as the gentleman seemed to wish it—in fact I had some curiosity to look at it when I should be at leisure. I"

The little attorney burst into a loud laugh, and returning the card to the lame man, informing him it was all a mistake, whispered to Mr. Pickwick as the man turned away in dudgeon, that he was only a bail.

"A what!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick.

"A bail!" replied Perker.

"A bail!"

"Yes, my dear sir—half a dozen of 'em here. Bail you to any amount, and only charge half-a-crown. Curious trade, isn't it?" said Perker, regaling himself with a pinch of snuff.

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 Rh from the practical standpoint of international capital, the sound establishment of trade relations. But they will be unable to prevent it. There are now in Moscow representatives of big capital, who did not believe these rumors, and they have told us how ''in America a certain group of citizens carried on an unprecedented agitation for Soviet Russia. This group made extracts of everything'' printed about Russia for a few months in newspapers of the most diverse kinds—about the flight of Lenin and Trotsky, about Lenin's shooting Trotsky and vice-versa, and they published all this in the form of a pamphlet. Better agitation for the Soviet power cannot be imagined. The contemporary American bourgeois press has completely described itself. …

Was there ever a wilder farrago of gross exaggeration and misstatement? A few foolish rumors are taken from thousands of substantiated dispatches and reproduced as giving a fair picture of the American press on Russia! But we must note, especially, that Lenin appreciates the aid he is getting in his propaganda from "a certain group" of American citizens, while at the same time he openly boasts of the British trade agreement from the practical standpoint as a defeat of international capital, i.e., a defeat of all existing governments (all regarded as capitalistic by Lenin) and of the existing social system.

A part of the so-called trade agitation has been the claim that the Soviets were abandoning Communism not only in making trade agreements with capitalists but in other directions. Such changes as have in fact taken place could be so absurdly misinterpreted and misunderstood only by those who have made no effort to follow the Bolshevist policy. The Bolshevist chiefs, and especially their foreign diplomats, have never hesitated


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 "Arternoon, you mean," replied the groom, casting a surly look at Sam.

"You're wery right, old friend," said Sam; "I do mean arternoon. How are you?"

"Why, I don't find myself much the better for seeing of you," replied the ill-tempered groom.

"That's wery odd—that is," said Sam, "for you look so uncommon cheerful, and seem altogether so lively, that it does vun's heart good to see you."

The surly groom looked surlier still at this, but not sufficiently so to produce any effect upon Sam, who immediately inquired, with a countenance of great anxiety, whether his master's name was not Walker.

"No, it ain't," said the groom.

"Nor Brown, I s'pose?" said Sam.

"No, it ain't."

"Nor Vilson?"

"No; nor that neither," said the groom.

"Vell," replied Sam, "then I'm mistaken, and he hasn't got the honor o' my acquaintance, which I thought he had. Don't wait here out o' compliment to me," said Sam, as the groom wheeled in the barrow, and prepared to shut the gate. "Ease afore ceremony, old boy; I'll excuse you."

"I'd knock your head off for half-a-crown," said the surly groom, bolting one half of the gate.

"Couldn't afford to have it done on those terms," rejoined Sam. "It 'ud be worth a life's board vages at least, to you, and 'ud be cheap at that. Make my compliments in doors. Tell 'em not to vait dinner for me, and say they needn't mind puttin' any by, for it'll be cold afore I come in."

In reply to this, the groom waxing very wrath, muttered a desire to damage somebody's person; but disappeared without carrying it into execution, slamming the door angrily after him, and wholly unheeding Sam's affectionate request, that he would leave him a lock of his hair before he went.

Sam continued to sit on the large stone, meditating upon


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 It’s a damned humiliating position for any man. He always looks a fool. Walter doesn’t give me the impression of a fellow who’d care to wash a lot of dirty linen in public.”

“I don’t think he would,” she answered reflectively. “He’s very sensitive, I’ve discovered that.”

“That’s all to the good as far as we’re concerned. You know, it’s a very good plan to put yourself in somebody else’s shoes and ask yourself how you would act in his place. There’s only one way in which a man can save his face when he’s in that sort of position and that is to pretend he knows nothing. I bet you anything you like that that is exactly what he’s going to do.”

The more Townsend talked the more buoyant he became. His blue eyes sparkled and he was once more his gay and jovial self. He irradiated an encouraging confidence.

“Heaven knows, I don’t want to say anything disagreeable about him, but when you come down to brass tacks a bacteriologist is no great shakes. The chances are that I shall be Colonial Secretary when Simmons goes home, and it’s to Walter’s interest to keep on the right side of me. He’s got his bread and butter to think of, like the rest of us: do you think the Colonial Office are going to do much for a fellow who makes a scandal? Believe me, he’s got everything to gain by holding his tongue and everything to lose by kicking up a row.”

Kitty moved uneasily. She knew how shy Walter was and she could believe that the fear of a scene,


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 are quite in earnest and serious, with respect to this young lady."

"Serious, from my heart—from my soul!" returned Mr. Winkle, with great energy.

"Remember," said Mr. Pickwick, with beaming eyes, we met her at our excellent and hospitable friend's, Winkle. It would be an ill return to tamper lightly, and without due consideration with this young lady's affections. I'll not allow that, sir. I'll not allow it."

"I have no such intention, indeed," exclaimed Mr. Winkle, warmly. "I have considered the matter well, for a long time, and I feel that my happiness is bound up in her."

"That's wot we call tying it up in a small parcel, sir," interposed Mr. Weller, with an agreeable smile.

Mr. Winkle looked somewhat stern at this interruption, and Mr. Pickwick angrily requested his attendant not to jest with one of the best feelings of our nature; to which Sam replied, "That he wouldn't, if he was aware on it; but there were so many on' em, that he hardly know'd which was the best ones wen he heerd 'em mentioned."

Mr. Winkle then recounted what had passed between himself and Mr. Ben Allen, relative to Arabella; stated that his object was to gain an interview with the young lady, and make a formal disclosure of his passion; and declared his conviction, founded on certain dark hints and mutterings of the aforesaid Ben, that, wherever she was at present immured, it was somewhere near the Downs. And this was his whole stock of knowledge or suspicion on the subject.

With this very slight clue to guide him, it was determined that Mr. Weller should start next morning on an expedition of discovery; it was also arranged that Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Winkle, who were less confident of their powers, should parade the town meanwhile, and accidentally drop in upon Mr. Bob Sawyer in the course of the day, in the hope of seeing or hearing something of the young lady's whereabout.

Accordingly, next morning, Sam Weller issued forth upon


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“Soon must now depart the others,

And the time is fast approaching,

But my own departure’s nearer,

Swiftly comes my time for parting.

Mournful is indeed my going,

Sad the hour of my departure,

From this far-renowned village,

And this ever-charming homestead,

Where my face was ever joyful,

And I grew to perfect stature,

All the days that I was growing,

While my childhood’s years were passing.

“Until now I never pondered,

Nor believed in all my lifetime,

Never thought on my departure,

Realized my separation,

From the precincts of this castle,

From the hill where it is builded.

Now I feel I am departing,

And I know that I am going.

Empty are the parting goblets,

And the ale of parting finished,

And the sledges all are waiting,

Front to fields, and back to homestead,

With one side towards the stables,

And the other to the cowhouse.

“Whence comes now my separation,

Whence my sadness at departure,

How my mother’s milk repay her.

Or the goodness of my father,

Or my brother’s love repay him,

Or my sister’s fond affection?

“Thanks to thee, my dearest father,

For my former life so joyful,

For the food of days passed over,

For the best of all the dainties

Thanks to thee, my dearest mother,

For my childhood’s cradle-rocking,

For thy tending of the infant,

Whom thou at thy breast hast nurtured.

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 210 to use any and all methods for their purposes. In a letter which appeared in Pravda on December 10th, 1920, addressed to the Italian Socialists at a moment which Lenin thought to be "the eve of the revolution," the Bolshevist leader thus advised the Italian revolutionists:

This advice is typical. Foreign trade agreements and other negotiations regarded abroad as compromises are not only presented to the Russian people as victories but are evidently so considered by the Bolshevist chiefs. The apparent concessions made to capitalism by the Russian Communist Congress about the time of the British Trade Agreement are explained by Krassin, the chief negotiator, as follows:

A Moscow wireless (April 16th, 1921) cynically and frankly states the Bolshevists' plan to repudiate any


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 "I'm wery sorry," said Sam, "but I can't go to bed,"

"Not go to bed!" repeated Mr. Winkle.

"No," said Sam, shaking his head. "Can't be done."

"You don't mean to say you're going back to-night, Sam?" urged Mr. Winkle, greatly surprised.

"Not unless you particklerly wish it," replied Sam; "but I musn't leave this here room. The governor's orders wos peremptory."

"Nonsense, Sam," said Mr. Winkle, "I must stop here two or three days; and more than that, Sam, you must stop here too, to assist me in gaining an interview with a young lady—Miss Allen, Sam; you remember her—whom I must and will see before I leave Bristol."

But in reply to each of these positions, Sam shook his head with great firmness, and energetically replied, "It can't be done."

After a great deal of argument and representation on the part of Mr. Winkle, however, and a full disclosure of what had passed in the interview with Dowler, Sam began to waver; and at length a compromise was effected, of which the following were the main and principal conditions:

That Sam should retire, and leave Mr. Winkle in the undisturbed possession of his apartment, on the condition that he had permission to lock the door on the outside, and carry off the key; provided always, that in the event of an alarm of fire, or other dangerous contingency, the door should be instantly unlocked. That a letter should be written to Mr. Pickwick early next morning, and forwarded per Dowler, requesting his consent to Sam and Mr. Winkle's remaining at Bristol, for the purpose, and with the object, already assigned, and begging an answer by the next coach; if favourable, the aforesaid parties to remain accordingly, and if not, to return to Bath immediately on the receipt thereof. And, lastly, that Mr. Winkle should be understood as distinctly pledging himself not to resort to the window, fireplace, or other surreptitious mode of escape, in the meanwhile,