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 11. Any municipality appropriating private property for a public improvement may provide money therefore in part by assessments upon benefited property not in excess of the special benefits conferred upon such property by the improvements. Said assessments, however, upon all the abutting, adjacent, and other property in the district benefited shall in no case be levied for more than fifty per centum of the cost of such appropriation. (Adopted Sept. 3, 1912.)

12. Any municipality which acquires, constructs or extends any public utility and desires to raise money for such purposes may issue mortgage bonds therefor beyond the general limit of bonded indebtedness prescribed by law; provided that such mortgage bonds issued beyond the general limit of bonded indebtedness prescribed by law shall not impose any liability upon such municipality but shall be secured only upon the property and revenues of such public utility, including a franchise stating the terms upon which, in case of foreclosure, the purchaser may operate the same, which franchise shall in no case extend for a longer period than twenty years from the date of the sale of such utility and franchise on foreclosure. (Adopted Sept. 3, 1912.)

13. Laws may be passed to limit the power of municipalities to levy taxes and incur debts for local purposes, and may require reports from municipalities as to their financial condition and transactions, in such form as may be provided by law, and may provide for the examination of the vouchers, books and accounts of all municipal authorities, or of public undertakings conducted by such authorities. (Adopted Sept. 3, 1912.)

14. All elections and submissions of questions provided for in this article shall be conducted by the election authorities prescribed by general law. The percentage of electors required to sign any petition provided for herein shall be based upon the total vote cast at the last preceding general municipal election. (Adopted Sept. 3, 1912.)

Schedule to Constitution of 1851.

1. All laws of this state, in force on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, not inconsistent with this constitution, shall continue in force, until amended, or repealed.

2. The first election for members of the General Assembly, under this constitution, shall be held on the second Tuesday of October, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one.

3. The first election for governor, lieutenant governor, auditor, treasurer, and secretary of state and attorney general, shall be held on the second Tuesday of October, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one. The persons, holding said offices on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, shall continue therein, until the second Monday of January, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two.

4. The first election for judges of the supreme court, courts of common pleas, and probate courts, and clerks of the court of common pleas, shall be held on the second Tuesday of October, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, and the official term of said judges and clerks, so elected, shall commence on the second Monday of February, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two. Judges and clerks of the courts of common pleas and supreme court,

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Rh So we went round—a procession of eight. Miss Beaumont led us. She was full of fun—at least so I thought at the time, but when I reviewed her speeches afterwards I could not find in them anything amusing. It was all this kind of thing: "Single file! Pretend you're in church and don't talk. Mr. Ford, turn out your toes. Harcourt—at the bridge throw to the Naiad a pinch of tea. She has a headache. She has had a headache for nineteen hundred years." All that she said was quite stupid. I cannot think why I liked it at the time.

As we approached the copse she said, "Mr. Inskip, sing, and we'll sing after you: Áh yoù sílly àss góds lìve in woóds." I cleared my throat and gave out the abominable phrase, and we all chanted it as if it were a litany. There was something attractive about Miss Beaumont. I was not surprised that Harcourt had picked her out of "Ireland" and had brought her home, without money, without connections, almost without antecedents, to be his bride. It was daring of him, but he knew himself to be a daring fellow. She brought him nothing; but that he could afford, he had so vast a surplus of spiritual and commercial goods. "In time," I heard him tell his mother, "in time Evelyn

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40 ridiculously named village, I am about to communicate an event in which, while it may surprise you as much as it did me, you cannot, notwithstanding all the vividness of your sisterly sympathy, fully enter into my delight. On my arrival, I went to see the gentleman to whom I had been directed for information on my business. I found he had gone to a picnic, a mile or two out of town, and was easily persuaded by one of the young men in the office to accompany him to the scene of gaiety, and there, Julia, can you guess who I met? Perhaps my expressions of delight may aid your imagination. It was indeed my long-lost Emma Benson! my! I dare not say that yet, though I am not without hope. The surprise of seeing one connected with former times might fully account for her emotion at meeting me, but still, I have hope. I heard one of the vulgar girls in the family taunt her for having my card. Why should she have brought that here? But I must not, dare not let my wishes thus influence my hopes. I believe I have not yet told you what she is doing in a place where she has no friends. Would you believe it? This highly educated girl is teaching A.B.C. to a set of untrained colts. You need not take me quite literally either as to the colts or the A.B.C., but the fact is, I have no patience when I see one who might grace a palace, taxed from morning till night to communicate her graces and accomplishments to a set who spring from too vulgar a stock to be otherwise themselves. Now for a plan on which I have set my heart. I heard you say sometime ago that you would, if you could meet a suitable person, transfer your little girls from your own to the care of a governess. Dear Julia, where could you find someone more amiable and better educated than Emma? If you saw the manner in which she supports the trying reverses she has met with, the sweet dignity with which she bears the insolence of Mrs. Olden, who treats her as a servant, and her devotion to the children under her care, you would not hesitate, especially if you felt persuaded as I do, that the purest religious principle guides every thought and action. Do answer me immediately; I shall wait here till you do. I dare not play lover till I hear from you, for fear her shrinking delicacy might cause her to regard that as an objection to going to you, though I think we could be far enough apart to satisfy the most fastidious. If you wish her to come to you, direct a letter to her to my care, and I will use all my eloquence for you; if you do not, I shall use it for myself, but I fear it will be too precipitate. I give you fair warning; if you get the treasure, I shall do my best to win it from you cautiously, but not in a less decisive way. Write soon, I entreat."

In due time, a letter came, full of affectionate sympathy, and one for Emma, in which such delicate consideration was evinced for her feelings and change of fortune that the tears streamed down her checks while reading it.

"You will go, Emma, Miss Benson," stammered Delancey, hardly able to command himself.

"I cannot say no," was her reply. "I shall write a most grateful acceptance."

Delancey dared not trust himself to remain longer but hurried away, leaving her to write her answer and announce her intention to the Oldens. Mrs. Olden's indignation at finding she must give up one through whom she was so cheaply educating her daughters was great, and at first she refused to allow Emma to go under another year, pretending she was engaged to her. This Emma denied, as no term had ever been specified, but somewhat pacified the incensed lady by promising to remain till the quarter was completed and make no charge for it. She concealed Mrs. Western's relationship to Delancey from the Oldens and thus escaped their taunts, but her situation was rendered doubly trying, and she looked forward to the period of her release with pleasure; she would not allow Delancey to wait for her or return to be her escort, as he implored. If Mr. Olden could not procure for her the protection of some country merchant on his way to purchase a fall supply of goods in the city, she would go alone. Delancey found her inflexible and submitted with rather an ill grace, consoling himself with the determination to be at his sisters on her arrival. And there, before the winter's snow had fallen, they did meet, and Mrs. Western soon had the pleasure to see that her brother's hopes were well founded. Before another year had passed, Emma Delancey returned to her native city, not altogether a portionless bride, for a large debt due to her father having been unexpectedly recovered. Some thousands remained over the creditor's claims, and Emma had the pleasure of seeing her dear harp and piano in rooms where they did not seem misplaced, though far below their former retiring place in point of splendor. Good Mrs. Wiley was one of their first and most frequent visitors, and when a little Charles made his appearance, she was easily persuaded to remain altogether with them. Thus, surrounded by admiring friends, a lovely child, and an attached husband, we will leave Emma fully convinced that afflictions are sent in mercy and that often what we consider the greatest trial we could be called upon to endure is made the means of bringing us earthly as well as heavenly happiness. A. M. D. GENEVIEVE. MAID of my love, sweet Genevieve! In beauty's light, you glide along. Your eyes are like the stars of Eve. And sweet your voice, as seraph's song. Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion, soft to glow: Within your soul is a voice that lives! It bids your heart the tale of woe. When sinking low, the sufferer wants Behold, no hand outstretch'd to save, Fair, as the bosom of the swan, That rises gracefully over the wave, I've seen your breast with pity. And therefore, I love you, sweet Genevieve! COLERIDGE.


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16 A study entitled, "A Program for Expansion of NACA Research Space Flight Technology with Estimates of the Staff and Facilities Required" was published by the NACA staff. The study pointed out the urgent need for a rapid buildup of a national capability in space technology leading to early flights of manned space vehicles. Besides devoting some of its laboratory facilities, NACA would integrate into the program the talent and competence of qualified scientific groups outside its organization by a greatly expanded program of contracted research. To support a program of this scope, NACA estimated an additional annual budget of $100 million and 9,000 additional personnel were required. It was also recommended that over the next 5 years (1958-1962) $55 million be expended in new facility construction to support space research projects. In regard to the contracted research facet of the proposal, NACA estimated $10 million a year would be needed at the outset of the program. Besides these recommendations, NACA reviewed the following specific research projects for active consideration: space propulsion systems for launching and flight; materials and structures; space flight research involving launching, rendezvous, reentry, recovery, flight simulation, navigation, guidance, and control; space mechanics and communications; and space environment.

The Special Committee on Space Technology, established by NACA on November 21, 1957,, to study and delineate problem areas that must be resolved to make space flight a practical reality and to consider recommended means for attacking these problems, met for the first time. At the meeting the new committee established seven working groups: (1) objectives, (2) vehicular program, (3) reentry, (4) range, launch, and tracking facilities, (5) instrumentation, (6) space surveillance, and (7) human factors and training. The objectives group was to draft a complete national program for space research. Other than this specific assignment, the remainder of the meeting was largely devoted to organizing the working groups. These groups were to present their first reports at the next meeting.

A report entitled, "Basic Objectives of a Continuing Program of Scientific Research in Outer Space," was presented by the IGY Committee. The committee was of the opinion that the need for space research would be required far past the close of the IGY in December 1958.

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Rh will repay me a thousandfold." Meanwhile there was something attractive about her. If it were my place to like people, I could have liked her very much.

"Stop singing!" she cried. We had entered the wood. "Welcome, all of you." We bowed. Ford, who had not been laughing, bowed down to the ground. "And now be seated. Mrs. Worters—will you sit there—against that tree with a green trunk? It will show up your beautiful dress."

"Very well, dear, I will," said Mrs. Worters.

"Anna—there. Mr. Inskip next to her. Then Ruth and Mrs. Osgood. Oh, Harcourt—do sit a little forward, so that you'll hide the house. I don't want to see the house at all."

"I won't!" laughed her lover, "I want my back against a tree, too."

"Miss Beaumont," asked Ford, "where shall I sit?" He was standing at attention, like a soldier.

"Oh, look at all these Worters!" she cried, "and one little Ford in the middle of them!" For she was at that state of civilization which appreciates a pun.

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 in office on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, shall continue in office with their present powers and duties, until the second Monday of February, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two. No suit or proceeding pending in any of the courts of this state, shall be affected by the adoption of this constitution.

5. The register and receiver of the land office, directors of the penitentiary, directors of the benevolent institutions of the state, the state librarian, and all other officers, not otherwise provided for in this constitution, in office on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, shall continue in office until their terms expire, respectively, unless the General Assembly shall otherwise provide.

6. The superior and commercial courts of Cincinnati, and the superior court of Cleveland, shall remain, until otherwise provided by law, with their present powers and jurisdiction; and the judges and clerks of said courts, in office on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one shall continue in office, until the expiration of their terms of office, respectively, or, until otherwise provided by law; but neither of said courts shall continue after the second Monday of February, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-three; and no suits shall be commenced in said two first mentioned courts, after the second Monday in February, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two; nor in said last mentioned court, after the second Monday in August, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two; and all business in either of said courts, not disposed of within the time limited for their continuance as aforesaid, shall be transferred to the court of common pleas.

7. All county and township officers and justices of the peace, in office on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, shall continue in office until their terms expire, respectively.

8. Vacancies in office, occurring after the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, shall be filled, as is now prescribed by law, and until officers are elected or appointed, and qualified, under this constitution.

9. This constitution shall take effect on the first day of September, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one.

10. All officers shall continue in office, until their successors shall be chosen and qualified.

11. Suits pending in the supreme court in bank, shall be transferred to the supreme court provided for in this constitution, and be proceeded in according to law.

12. The district courts shall, in their respective counties, be the successors of the present supreme court; and all suits, prosecutions, judgments, records, and proceedings, pending and remaining in said supreme court, in the several counties of any district, shall be transferred to the respective district courts of such counties, and be proceeded in, as though no change had been made in said supreme court.

13. The said courts of common pleas, shall be the successors of the present courts of common pleas in the several counties, except as to probate jurisdiction; and all suits, prosecutions, proceedings, records and judgments, pending or being in said last mentioned courts, except as aforesaid, shall be transferred

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Rh "Sit down, Jack, you baby!" cried his guardian, breaking in with needless asperity. "Sit down!"

"He may just as well stand if he will," said she. "Just pull back your soft hat, Mr. Ford. Like a halo. Now you hide even the smoke from the chimneys. And it makes you look beautiful."

"Evelyn! Evelyn! You are too hard on the boy. You'll tire him. He's one of those bookworms. He's not strong. Let him sit down."

"Aren't you strong?" she asked.

"I am strong!" he cried. It is quite true. Ford has no right to be strong, but he is. He never did his dumb-bells or played in his school fifteen. But the muscles came. He thinks they came while he was reading Pindar.

"Then you may just as well stand, if you will."

"Evelyn! Evelyn! childish, selfish maiden! If poor Jack gets tired I will take his place. Why don't you want to see the house? Eh?"

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 to the courts of common pleas created by this constitution, and proceeded in, as though the same had been therein instituted.

14. The probate courts provided for in this constitution, as to all matters within the jurisdiction conferred upon said courts, shall be the successors, in the several counties, of the present courts of common pleas; and the records, files and papers, business and proceedings, appertaining to said jurisdiction, shall be transferred to said courts of probate, and be there proceeded in, according to law.

15. Until otherwise provided by law, elections for judges and clerks shall be held, and the poll-books returned, as is provided for governor, and the abstract therefrom, certified to the secretary of state, shall be by him opened, in the presence of the governor, who shall declare the result, and issue commissions to the persons elected.

16. Where two or more counties are joined in a senatorial, representative, or judicial district, the returns of election shall be sent to the county having the largest population.

17. The foregoing constitution shall be submitted to the electors of the state, at an election to be held on the third Tuesday of June, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, in the several election districts of this state. The ballots at such election shall be written or printed as follows: Those in favor of the constitution, "New constitution, Yes;" those against the constitution, "New constitution, No." The polls at said election shall be opened between the hours of eight and ten o'clock A. M., and closed at six o'clock P. M.; and the said election shall be conducted, and the returns thereof made and certified, to the secretary of state, as provided by law for annual elections of state and county officers. Within twenty days after such election, the secretary of state shall open the returns thereof, in the presence of the governor; and, if it shall appear that a majority of all the votes, cast at such election, are in favor of the constitution, the governor shall issue his proclamation, stating that fact, and said constitution shall be the constitution of the state of Ohio, and not otherwise.

18. At the time when the votes of the electors shall be taken for the adoption or rejection of this constitution, the additional section, in the words following, to-wit: "No license to traffic in intoxicating liquors shall hereafter be granted in this state; but the General Assembly may, by law, provide against evils resulting therefrom," shall be separately submitted to the electors for adoption or rejection, in form following, to-wit: A separate ballot may be given by every elector and deposited in a separate box. Upon the ballots given for said separate amendment shall be written or printed, or partly written and partly printed, the words: "License to sell intoxicating liquors, Yes;" and upon the ballots giyengiven [sic] against said amendment, in like manner, the words: "License to sell intoxicating liquors, No." If, at the said election, a majority of all the votes given for and against said amendment, shall contain the words: "License to sell intoxicating liquors, No," then the said amendment shall be a separate section of article fifteen of the constitution.

19. The apportionment for the house of representatives, during the first decennial period under this constitution, shall be as follows:

The counties of Adams, Allen, Athens, Auglaize, Carroll, Champaign, Clark, Clinton, Crawford, Darke, Delaware, Erie, Fayette, Gallia, Geauga, Greene, Hancock, Harrison, Hocking, Holmes, Lake, Lawrence, Logan, Madison, Marion,

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and missiles as well as aircraft. The Aerodynamics Committee had been studying spacecraft research problems for the past 6 years.

Experience with the X-15 design indicated that many of the weight figures advanced by the Langley Aeronautical Laboratory for the drag or lift configurations of the reentry vehicle (later to become the Mercury spacecraft) were too low, according to Walter C. Williams, Chief of the NACA High-Speed Flight Station. Weights of auxiliary-power fuel, research instrumentation, and cockpit equipment as set by Langley were too low in terms of X-15 experience. Williams stated the total weight should be 2,300 pounds for the drag configuration and 2,500 pounds for the lifting configuration.

Reports were made on recoverable manned satellite configurations being considered by NACA. One involved a blunt, high-drag, zero-lift vehicle that would depend on a parachute landing for final deceleration. Another was a winged vehicle that would glide to a landing after reentering the atmosphere. The third proposal involved features of each of the above. Besides the configuration studies, significant reports were completed relative to motion and heating, stabilization, and attitude control.

A working conference in support of the Air Force "Man in Space Soonest" (MISS) was held at the Air Force Ballistic Missile Division in Los Angeles, California. General Bernard Schriever, opening the conference, stated that events were moving faster than expected. By this statement he meant that Roy Johnson, the new head of the Advanced Research Projects Agency, had asked the Air Force to report to him on its approach to putting a man in space soonest. Johnson indicated that the Air Force would be assigned the task, and the purpose of the conference was to produce a rough-draft proposal. At that time the Air Force concept consisted of three stages: a high-drag, no-lift, blunt-shaped spacecraft to get man in space soonest, with landing to be accomplished by a parachute; a more sophisticated approach by possibly employing a lifting vehicle or one with a modified drag; and a long-range program that might end in a space station or a trip to the moon.


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Rh "Well, why don't you want to see your future home? I must say—though I practically planned the house myself—that it looks very well from here. I like the gables. Miss! Answer me!"

I felt for Miss Beaumont. A home-made gable is an awful thing, and Harcourt's mansion looked like a cottage with the dropsy. But what would she say?

She said nothing.

"Well?"

It was as if he had never spoken. She was as merry, as smiling, as pretty as ever, and she said nothing. She had not realized that a question requires an answer.

For us the situation was intolerable. I had to save it by making a tactful reference to the view, which, I said, reminded me a little of the country near Veii. It did not—indeed it could not, for I have never been near Veii. But it is part of my system to make classical allusions. And at all events I saved the situation.

Miss Beaumont was serious and rational at once. She asked me the date of Veii. I made a suitable answer.

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 Meigs, Morrow, Perry, Pickaway, Pike, Preble, Sandusky, Scioto, Shelby, and Union, shall, severally, be entitled to one representative, in each session of the decennial period.

The counties of Franklin, Licking, Montgomery, and Stark, shall each be entitled to two representatives, in each session of the decennial period. The counties of Ashland, Coshocton, Highland, Huron, Lorain, Mahoning, Medina, Miami, Portage, Seneca, Summit, and Warren, shall, severally, be entitled to one representative, in each session and one additional representative in the fifth session of the decennial period.

The counties of Ashtabula, Brown, Butler, Clermont, Fairfield, Guernsey, Jefferson, Knox, Monroe, Morgan, Richland, Trumbull, Tuscarawas, and Washington shall, severally, be entitled to one representative, in each session; and two additional representatives, one in the third, and one in the fourth session of the decennial period.

The counties of Belmont, Columbiana, Ross and Wayne, shall, severally, be entitled to one representative, in each session; and three additional representatives, one in the first, one in the second, and one in the third session of the decennial period.

The county of Muskingum shall be entitled to two representatives, in each session; and one additional representative, in the fifth session, of the decennial period.

The county of Cuyahoga shall be entitled to two representatives, in each session; and two additional representatives, one in the third, and one in the fourth session of the decennial period.

The county of Hamilton shall be entitled to seven representatives, in each session; and four additional representatives, one in the first, one in the second, one in the third, and one in the fourth session, of the decennial period.

The following counties, until they shall have acquired a sufficient population to entitle them to elect, separately, under the fourth section of the eleventh article, shall form districts in manner following, to-wit: The counties of Jackson and Vinton, one district; the counties of Lucas and Fulton, one district; the counties of Wyandot and Hardin, one district; the counties of Mercer and Van Wert, one district; the counties of Paulding, Defiance, and Williams, one district; the counties of Putnam and Henry, one district; and the counties of Wood and Ottawa, one district; each of which districts shall be entitled to one representative, in every session of the decennial period.

Done in convention at Cincinnati, the tenth day of March, in the year of our Lord, one thousand eight hundred and fifty-one, and of the independence of the United States, the seventy-fifth.

The several amendments passed and submitted by this convention when adopted at the election shall take effect on the first day of January, 1913, except as otherwise specifically provided by the schedule attached to any of said amendments. All laws then in force, not inconsistent therewith shall continue in force until amended or repealed; provided that all cases pending in the courts on the first day of January, 1913, shall be heard and tried in the same manner and by the same procedure as is now authorized by law. Any provision of the amend-

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 ments passed and submitted by this convention and adopted by the electors, inconsistent with, or in conflict with, any provision of the present constitution, shall be held to prevail.

Sections 3, 7, 12 and 15, Adopted Sept. 3, 1912.

If the foregoing amendment shall be adopted by the electors, the judges of the courts of common pleas in office, or elected thereto prior to January first, 1913, shall hold their offices for the term for which they were elected and the additional judges provided for herein, shall be elected at the general election in the year 1914; each county shall continue as a part of its existing common pleas district and sub-division thereof, until one resident judge of the court of common pleas is elected and qualified therein.

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 whilk was a great vex; then I behoved to learn about my godfathers and godmothers to please the auld toddy; and whiles I jumbled them thegither and pleased nane o' them; and when I cam to man's yestate, cam anither kind of questioning in fashion, that I liked waur than Effectual Calling; and the did promise and vow' of the tane were yoked to the end of the tother. Sae ye soe, sir, I aye like to hear questions asked before I answer them."

"You have nothing to apprehend from mine, my good friend, they only relate to the state of the country."

"Country?" replied Cuddie; "ou, the country's weel aneugh, an' it werena that dour devil, Claver'se, (they ca' him Dundee now) that's stirring about yet in the Highlands, they say, wi' a' the Donalds, and Duncans, and Dugalds, that ever wore bottomless breeks, driving about wi’ him, to set things a-stear again, now we hae gotten them a' reasonably weel settled. But


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 Mackay will pit him down, there's little doubt o' that; he'll gi'e him his fairing, I'll be caution for it."

"What makes you so positive of that, my friend?" asked the horseman.

"I heard it wi' my ain lugs," answered Cuddie, "foretauld to him by a man that had been three hours stane dead, and came back to this earth again just to tell him his mind. It was at a place they ca' Drumshinnel."

"Indeed?" said the stranger; "I can hardly believe you, my friend."

"Ye might ask my mother then, if she were in life," said Cuddie; "it was her explained it a' to me, for I thought the man had only been wounded. At ony rate, he spake of the casting out of the Stuarts by their very names, and the vengeance that was brewing for Claver'se and his dragoods. They ca'd the man Habbakuk Mucklewrath; his brain was awee agee; but he was a braw preacher for a' that."


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 "You seem," said the stranger, "to live in a rich and peaceful country."

"It's no to complain o', sir, an' we get the crap weel in," quoth Cuddie; "but if ye had seen the blude rinnin' as fast on the tap o' that brigg' yonder as ever the water ran below it, ye wadna hae thought it sae bonnie a spectacle."

"You mean the battle some years since?—I was waiting upon Monmouth that morning, my good friend, and did see some part of the action," said the stranger.

"Then ye saw a bonny stour," said Cuddie, "that sall serve me for fighting a' the days o' my life.—I judged ye wad be a trooper by your red scarlet lace-coat and your looped hat."

"And which side were you upon, my friend?" continued the inquisitive stranger.

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 "I commend your prudence, but it is unnecessary; I know you acted upon that occasion as servant to Henry Morton."

"Ay!" said Cuddie, in surprise, "how came ye by that secret?—No that I need care a bodle about it, for the sun's on our side o' the hedge now. I wish my master were living to get a blink o't."

"And what became of him?" said the rider.

"He was lost in the vessel gaun to that weary Holland—clean lost—and a' body perished, and my poor master amang them. Neither man nor mouse was ever heard o' mair." Then Cuddie uttered a groan.

"You had some regard for him, then?" continued the stranger.

"How could I help it?—His face was made of a fiddle, as they say, for a' body that looked on him liked him. And a braw soldier he was. O, an' ye had but seen him down at the brigg there, fleeing about like a fleeing dragon to gar folk


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 fight that had anco little will till't! There was he and that sour whigamore they ca'd Burley—if twa men could has won a field, we wadna has gotten our skins paid that day."

"You mention Burley—Do you know if he yet lives?"

"I kenna muckle about him. Folk say he was abroad, and our sufferers wad hold no communion wi' him, because o' his having murdered the archbishop. Sae he cam hame ten times dourer than ever, and broke aff wi' mony of the Presbyterians; and, at this last incoming of the Prince of Orange, he could get nae countenance nor command for fear of his devilish temper, and he hasna been heard of since; only some folks say, that pride and anger hae driven him clean wud."

"And—and," said the traveller, after considerable hesitation,—"do you know any thing of Lord Evandale?"

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 dale?—Div I no? Is not my young leddy up by yonder at the house, that's as good as married to him?"

"And are they not married, then?" said the rider, hastily.

"No; only what they ca' betrothed—my wife and I were witnesses—it's no mony months by past—it was a lang courtship—few folk kenn'd the reason by Jenny and mysel.—But will ye no light down? I douna bide to see ye sitting up there, and the clouds are casting up thick in the west ower Glasgow-ward, and maist skeily folk think that bodes rain."

In fact, a deep black cloud had already surmounted the setting sun; a few large drops of rain fell, and the murmurs of distant thunder were heard.

"The de'il's in this man," said Cuddie to himself; "I wish he would either light aff or ride on, that he may quarter himsel in Hamilton or the shower begin."

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 question, like one exhausted by some uncommon effort. At length, recovering himself, as if with a sudden and painful effort he asked Cuddie, "if Lady, Margaret Bellenden still lived."

"She does," replied Cuddie, "but in a very sma' way. They hae been a sad changed family since thae rough times began; they hae suffered aneugh first and last—and to lose the auld Tower, and a' the bonny barony and the holms that I hae pleughed sae often, and the Mains and my kale-yard that I suld hae gotten back again, and a' for naething, as a' body may say, but just the want o' some bits of sheep-skin that were lost in the confusion of the taking of Tillietudlem."

"I have heard something of this," said the stranger, deepening his voice and averting his head. "I have some interest, in the family, and would willingly help them if I could. Can you give me a bed in your house to-night, my friend?"

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 Cuddie, "but we'se try, rather than ye suld ride on in the rain and thunner; for, to be free wi' you, sir, I think ye seem no that ower weel."

"I am liable to a dizziness," said the stranger, "but it will soon wear off."

"I ken we can gi'e you a decent supper, sir," said Cuddie; "and we'll see about a bed as weel as we can. We wad be laith a stranger suld lack what we have, though we are jimply provided for in beds rather; for Jenny has sae mony bairns, (God bless them and her,) that troth I maun speak to Lord Evandale to gi'e us a bit eik, or outshot o' some sort, to the onstead."

"I shall be easily accommodated," said the stranger, as he entered the house.

"And ye may rely on your naig being weel sorted," said Cuddie; "I ken weel what belongs to suppering a horse, and this is a very gude ane."

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 modation. The officer entered, and threw himself on a settle at some distance from the fire, and carefully turning his back to the little lattice window. Jenny, or Mrs Headrigg, if the reader pleases, requested him to lay aside the cloak, belt, and flapped-hat which he wore upon his journey, but he excused himself under pretence of feeling cold; and, to divert the time till Cuddie's return, he entered into some chat with the children, carefully avoiding, during the interval, the inquisitive glances of his landlady.


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soon returned, assuring the stranger, with a cheerful voice, "that the horse was properly suppered up, and that the gude-wife should make a bed up for him at the house, mair purpose-like and comfortable than the like o' them could gi'e him."

"Are the family at the house?" said the stranger, with an interrupted and broken voice.

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 and the charge, though she's no a fee'd servant. She has been born and bred in the family, and has a' trust and management. If they were there, we behoved na to take sic freedom without their order; but when they are awa', they will be weel, pleased we serve a stranger gentleman. Miss Bellenden wad help a' the haill warld an' her power were as gude as her will; and her grandmother, Leddy Margaret, has an unco respect for the gentry, and she's no ill to the poor bodies neither—And now, wife, what for are ye no getting forrit wi' the sowens?"

"Never mind, lad," rejoined Jenny, "ye sall hae them in gude time; I ken weel that ye like your brose het."

Cuddie fidgetted, and laughed with a peculiar expression of intelligence at this repartee, which was followed by a dialogue of little consequence betwixt his wife and him, in which the stranger took no share. At length he suddenly interrupted them by the question—"Can you


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 Hutton, Thomas, of ., arm., matric. 25 July, 1655, B.A. 19 Jan., 1657-8 (s. Philip, rector of Langton-upon-Swale, Yorks), rector of Marske 1659; buried there 12 Jan., 1694; father of John 1683, and of Philip 1674. See Foster's Index Eccl.; & Foster's Yorkshire Collection.  Hutton, William (Hotton); B.A. (sup. 20 May), 1508.  Hutton, William; B.A. 9 July, 1523, M.A. 14 Feb., 1526-7, fellow of. 1531; B.D. 17 March, 1538-9.  Huttonne, William; subscribed 15 Oct., 1613; B.A. from. 15 Dec., 1614; one of these names vicar of Beoley, co. Worcester, 1622. See Foster's Index Eccl.  Hutton, William, s. Thomas, of St. Kew, Cornwall, sacerd. ., matric. 20 Jan., 1625-6, aged 18; B.C.L. 5 June, 1630, M.A. 9 or 19 July, 1630, rector of North Lew, Devon, 1634, of Jacobstowe, Cornwall, 1640, and of Bridestowe, Devon, 1662; father of Charles 1669. See Foster's Index Eccl.  [5]

Huxley, Anthony, B.A. from ., Cambridge, 1618, incorporated as M.A. 13 July, 1624, vicar of Abbots Bromley, co. Stafford, 1634. See Foster's Index Eccl.  Huxley, John, gent. ., matric. 18 March, 1657-8; bar.-at-law, Lincoln's Inn, 1670; possibly son and heir of Francis, of Broseley, Salop, gent.; brother of Thomas 1663.  Huxley, John, s. J(ohn), of Astley, Salop, gent. ., matric. 1 July, 1689, aged 18; student of Lincoln's Inn 1692. See Foster's Inns of Court# Reg.

Huxley, Thomas, s. Francis, (subs.) of Brosely, Salop, pleb. ., matric. 22 May, 1663, aged 17; B.A. 1666, M.A. 1669, proctor 1674, B.D. 1677; rector of Blunsdon St. Andrew, Wilts, 1677, of Woodchurch, Kent, 1684; brother of John 1658. See Foster's Index Eccl.

Huxley, Thomas, s. George, of Brindley, Cheshire, gent. ., matric. 24 March, 1670-1, aged 15.
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Huxley, Timothy, s. Fr., of Astley Abbat, Salop, pleb. ., matric. 12 Feb., 1674-5, aged 16; B.A. 1678, M.A. 1681, B.D. 1689; rector of Rotherfield Peppard, Oxon, 1697. See Foster's Index Eccl.

Huxtable, John, s. Daniel, of Tavistock, Devon, pleb. , matric. 23 May, 1623, aged 16; B.A. from. 22 June, 1626, M.A. 3 June, 1630; rector of Marsh Baldon, Oxon, 1637. See Foster's Index Ecclesiasticus.

Huyck, Robert (Huycke or Huic); B.A. (sup. 23 Oct.), 1528, fellow. 1530 from Berks, M.A. 19 (? Feb.), 1532-3, D.Med. of Cambridge 1538, incorporated 6 Sept., 1566, principal of 10 March, 153⅘-6, fellow of college of physicians 1536, president 155½-64; physician to Henry VIII. and Queen Katharine Parr, physician extraordinary to Edward VI. 1550, physician to Queen Elizabeth, M.P. Wootton Bassett 1547-52, licenced 2 Nov., 1575, to marry Mary Woodcocke, spinster, of city of London. See Fasti, i. 175; Cooper, i. 244, 554; O.H.S. iv. 256; D.N.B.; Munk's Roll, i. 32; & London Marriage Licences, ed. Foster.

Huyck, Thomas (or Huyc), of .; B.C.L. 25 June, 1554, D.C.L. 16 July, 1554, an original fellow of. 1571, canon of St. David's 1551, and rector of Buckland Dinham, Somerset, 1551-4, an advocate of Doctors' Commons 8 Oct., 1554, chancellor diocese of London 1561-74; died in London 1575. See Foster's Index Eccl.; Gutch, i. 569; Fasti, i. 143; & Coote's Civilians, 41.

Huyck, William; B.A. 19 Feb., 1532-3, M.A. 18 June, 1537.
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Huys, Thomas; D.Med. from. 1548; see.

Huysh, See also.

Huyshe, James, of London, gent. , matric. 30 April, 1602, aged 14.

Huyshe, James, 1s. Rowland, of Sidbury, Devon, arm. ., matric. 13 Dec., 1622, aged 16; of Sand, Devon, espoused the royal cause and compounded for his estate, etc.; baptised at Sidbury 2 May, 1604, and buried there 26 May, 1681.

Huysh, James, s. James (4to.), of Sidbury, Devon, arm. ., matric. 16 June, 1708, aged 19; of Sand, Devon, baptised 25 June, 1689, died in 1724, will proved at Exeter 4 June, 1725.
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Huyshe, Joh., of 1586. See.

Hyatt. See.

Hyckett, Nicolas (Hykett); B.A. Feb., 1525-6; one of these names vicar of St. Peter the Great, Chichester, 1554. See Foster's Index Eccl.

Hyde, Alexander, of Wilts, eq. aur. fil. ., matric. 17 Nov., 1615, aged 18; fellow 1615, B.C.L. 24 April, 1623, D.C.L. 4 July, 1632 (4s. Sir Laurence, of Salisbury), rector of Little Langford, and of Wylye, Wilts, 1634, vicar of South Grantham, Lincoln, 1639, subdean of Salisbury 1637, canon 1639, dean of Winchester 1660, bishop of Salisbury 1665, until his death 22 Aug., 1667; brother of Edward 1625, Laurence 1610, Robert 1610, Edward 1625, Thomas 1627, Francis 1616, James 1632, father of Robert 1666. See Ath. iv. 832; Lansdowne MS. 986, f. 94; Foster's Index Eccl.; & D.N.B.

Hyde, Arthur, s. Laurence, of Winchester, co. Southants, arm. ., matric. 9 July, 1685, aged 18; student of Middle Temple 1686; father of Laurence 1714. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
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Hyde, Daniel, s. Mic., of Exeter, Devon, gent. ., matric. 31 March, 1696, aged 18; B.A. 1699, M.A. 1702; vicar of Barnstaple 1704, until his death 24 Dec., 1709. See Foster's Index Eccl.; & Gardiner, 391.

Hyde, David de la, fellow of. 1549, M.A. 14 July, 1553, B.C.L. (sup. 9 Nov.), 1558, declined the oath of supremacy, and retired to Ireland after Elizabeth's accession. See Ath. i. 456; O.H.S. iv. 261; & D.N.B.

Hyde, Edward de la; B.A. 23 Feb., 1533-4.

Hyde, Edward, of Wilts, gent. , matric. 10 July, 1601, aged 16; B.A. 23 Oct., 1604, M.A. 9 July, 1607, B.D. 23 Jan., 1625-6, rector of Boscombe, Wilts, 1614, prebendary of Heytesbury 1618, vicar of West Grimstead, Wilts, 1626, until sequestered in 1646, rector of Milston, Wilts, 1641; perhaps father of Edward 1631. See 1595. See Foster's Index Eccl.; & ''Add. MS''. 15,670.

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Hyde, (Sir) Edward, s. Henry, of Dinton, Wilts, gent. , matric. 31 Jan., 1622-3, aged 14; B.A. 14 Feb., 1625-6; born at Dinton 16 Feb., 1608; bar.-at-law, Middle Temple, 1633; keeper of the writs and rolls of common pleas 1634; M.P. Wotton Bassett April-May 1640, Saltash 1640 (L.P.), till disabled 11 Aug., 1642, chancellor of exchequer 1643-60, P.C. 1643, knighted 22 Feb., 1643, created baron Hyde 1660, and earl of Clarendon 1661, chancellor of the university 1660-7, and high steward of Cambridge 1660, chancellor of England 1658 (in exile) till 1667; died at Rouen 9 Dec., 1675; father of Henry 1661, and James 1675, Laurence 1661, and Edward 1660. See Ath. iii. 1018; Rawl. i. 105; Bloxam, v. 84n.; Foster's Judges and Barristers; London Marriage Licences, ed. Foster; & D.N.B.
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 tell me when Lord Evandale's marriage takes place?"

"Very soon, we expect," answered Jenny, before it was possible for her husband to reply; "it would hae been ower afore now, but for the death o' auld Major Bellenden."

"The excellent old man!" said the stranger; "I heard at Edinburgh he was no more—Was he long ill?"

"He couldna be said to haud up his head after his brother's wife and his niece were turned out of their ain house; and he had himsel sair borrowing siller to stand the law—but it was in the latter end o' King James's days—and Basil Olifant, who claimed the estate, turned a papist to please the managers, and then naething was to be refused him, sae the law gaed again the leddies at last, after they had fought a weary sort o' years about it, and, as I said before, the Major ne'er held up his head again. And then cam the pitting awa' o' the Stuart line; and, though he


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 had but little reason to like them, he couldna brook that, and it clean broke the heart o' him, and creditors cam to Charnwood and cleaned out a' that was there he was never rich, the gude auld man, for be dow'd na see ony body want."

"He was, indeed," said the stranger, with a faultering voice, "an admirable manthat is, I have heard that he was so. So the ladies were left without for tune as well as without a protector?"

"They will neither want the tane nor the tother while Lord Evandale lives," said Jenny; "he has been a true friend in their griefs—E'en to the house they live in is his Lordship's; and never man, as my auld gudemother Mause used to say, since the days of the patriarch Jacob, served sae lang and sae sair for a wife as gude Lord Evandale has dune."

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 "There was the law-suit to be ended," said Jenny readily, "forby many other family arrangements."

"Na, bat," said Cuddie, "there was another reason forby; for the young leddy"

"Whisht, haud your tongue, and sup your sowens," said his wife; "I see the gentleman's far frae weel, and downa eat our coarse supper—I wad kill him a chicken in an instant."

"There is no occasion," said the stranger; "I shall want only a glass of water, and to be left alone."

"You'll gi'e yoursel the trouble then to follow me,” said Jenny, lighting a small lantern, "and I'll shew you the way."

Cuddie also proffered his assistance; but his wife reminded him, "That the bairns would be left to fight thegither, and eoap ane anither into the fire," so that he remained to take charge of the menage.

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 of sweet-briar and honeysuckle, conducted to the back-door of a small garden. Jenny, undid the latch, and they passed through an old-fashioned flower-garden, with its clipped yew hedges and formal parterres, to a glass-sashed door, which she opened with a master key, and lighting a candle, which she placed upon a small work-table, asked pardon for leaving him there for a few minutes, until she prepared his apartment. She did not exceed five minutes in these preparations; but, when she returned, was startled to find that the stranger had sunk forward with his head upon the table, in what she at first apprehended to be a swoon. As she advanced to him, however, she could discover by his short-drawn sobs that it was a paroxysm of mental agony. She prudently drew back until he raised his head, and then shewing herself, without seeming to have observed his agitation, informed him, that his bed was prepared. The stranger gazed


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. MOTHERWELL'S POEMS.*

What is poetry? A thousand times have we asked ourselves that question, and a thousand times have we heard better men than ourselves attempt a reply, but hover, no, never have we met an answer equal to the one we first read in Bacon in our boyhood. It is the most magnificent summary of the quality of poetry that ever mortal penned. Critics have in vain attempted to sut-push this glorious definition. We will use the philosopher's words in place of our own.

“Poesy is a part of learning, in measure for the most part restrained, but in all other points extremely licensed and doth truly refer to the imagination, which, not being tied to the laws of matter, may at pleasure join that which Nature has severed and sever that which Nature has joined, It was taken in two senses, in respect of words or matter: in the first sense, it is but a character of Atyle, belongs to acts of speech, and is not suitable for the present; in the latter, it is, as has been said, one of the principal portions of learning, and is nothing else but feigned history. The use of this feigned history hath bon to give some shadows of tatisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it, the world being in proportion inferior to the soul; by reason whereof there i, agreeable to the spirit of man, « more ample greatness, ‘a more exact goodness, and a more absolute variety, than can he found in the nature of things. Therefore, because the acts or events of true history have not that magnitude that satisfy the mind of man, poesy feigneth acts and events greater and more heroical; pecanse true history propounds the sucreases and issues of actions not so agreeable to the merits of virtue ‘and vice, therefore poesy feigns them more just in reflection and more according to the revealed Providence Fifth, true history represents events and events more ordinary and toes interchanged; therefore, poetry endueth them with more rarences and more unexpected and alternative variations; so, as it says, poetry serves and confers magnanimity, morality, and delectation. And, therefore, it was ever thought to have some participation of divineness because it doth raise and erect the mind by submitting the show of things to the desires of the mind, whereas reason doth buckle and bow the mind unto the nature of things. ‘And we eee, that by these insinuations and congruities with man’s nature and pleasure, joined also with the agreement and consort it hath had with music, it hath had access and estimation in rude times and basbarous regions, where other learning stood excluded.”

Not one word has Lord Bacon exaggerated in this subliminal summary. How much meanness and baxeness—how much care and regret—how much of the dull, dreary monotony of life has been shut out from men by the romance, the sweetness, the witchery of poetry! We would not live in a world like this if we were to be deprived of the sins of the "loveliest of the nine." As the song of a bird to a prisoner in a dungeon—and the dream of home to a way-worn old man by the rood side—is the tongue of a countrytoan in a distant land, 50 is thy voice to us—oh! Poesy—amid the darkness and aridity of a careworn life.

The poems before us were but little known in this country. We are surprised at this, for some of them are of high merit. One or two of them—*Jeanie Morrison,” and “My heid is like to rend, Willie,” for instance—have indeed appeared in the newspapers of this country, ‘but the rest are almost as unknown, even to our professing ‘ced critics, as the Talmud to a Black-foot Indian. This ignorance extends to the biography of the poet. Even the American editor of these poems declares his inability to furnish more than a few slender facts respecting the events in the life of Motherwell. He tells us indeed that the poet was an editor in Glasgow—that he occasionally wrote for the periodicals of the day—that he was a dovoted student of the old English poets—that in 1892 he published an edition of his poems—and that, three years later, at the early age of thirty-seven, he died. All of these facts we were already acquainted with, and for which we are really indebted to the editor, throw no new light on the character or genius of the poet. The productions of Motherwell must, therefore, explain themselves, nor can they draw aid from collateral circumstances. They can gain or lose nothing, as in the case of Byron, from their supposed revelations of the writer's secret history. No interct will atlach to them, as to the poems of Burns, on account of the birth of the author. We cannot regard them, as we do the works of Hogg, with a wonder proportioned to the author's eatly ignorance and the lowly station he filled in life. Nothing of romance envelopes them like that which bathes the ‘Arcadia of Sit Philip Sidney in undying glory. We cannot peruse them with an admiration heightened by the knowledge that the author, like Milton, is blind. No mystery, no romance, and no touching story have any connection with these poems. They must either stand or fall on their own merits.

The poems in this volume are of unequal power. Some of them display, as we have said, high merits, but most of them scarcely rise above mediocrity. They ‘are divided into songs aud poeme—and these latter consist of occasional pieces, imitations of the old Ners: poetry, and poema in the ancient ballad style, ‘ The Norse poems consist of “The Battle Flag of Sigurd"—"The""Wooing Cong of Jarl Egill Skallagrim"—the

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Rh "Ye—es," said I. "But the classics have their poetry as well as their prose. They're more than a record of facts."

"Just writing down things," said Miss Beaumont, and smiled as if the silly definition pleased her.

Harcourt had recovered himself. "A very just criticism," said he. "It is what I always feel about the ancient world. It takes us but a very little way. It only writes things down."

"What do you mean?" asked Evelyn.

"I mean this—though it is presumptuous to speak in the presence of Mr. Inskip. This is what I mean. The classics are not everything. We owe them an enormous debt; I am the last to undervalue it; I, too, went through them at school. They are full of elegance and beauty. But they are not everything. They were written before men began to really feel." He coloured crimson. "Hence, the chilliness of classical art—its lack of—of a something. Whereas later things—Dante—a Madonna of Raphael—some bars of Mendelssohn" His voice tailed reverently away. We sat with our eyes on the ground, not liking to look at Miss Beaumont. It is a fairly open secret that


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The silence was broken by the still small voice of Mrs. Worters saying that she was faint with hunger.

The young hostess sprang up. She would let none of us help her: it was her party. She undid the basket and emptied out the biscuits and oranges from their bags, and boiled the kettle and poured out the tea, which was horrible. But we laughed and talked with the frivolity that suits the open air, and even Mrs. Worters expectorated her flies with a smile. Over us all there stood the silent, chivalrous figure of Ford, drinking tea carefully lest it should disturb his outline. His guardian, who is a wag, chaffed him and tickled his ankles and calves.

"Well, this is nice!" said Miss Beaumont. "I am happy."

"Your wood, Evelyn!" said the ladies.

"Her wood for ever!" cried Mr. Worters. "It is an unsatisfactory arrangement, a ninety-nine years' lease. There is no feeling of permanency. I reopened negotiations. I have bought her the wood for ever—all right, dear, all right: don't make a fuss."


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 42 sword chant of Thorstein Raudi,” aud one or two others; and in these productions the author has caught the true spirit of the ancient Scandinavian minstrels. The wooing song of Jarl Egill Skallagrin is a rore specimen of a Scandinavian courtship. The story is simple. A Vikingir—brown, grim and bearded—hes heard, far away in Jutland, of the charms of the daughter of an Orkney cbicftain—aud as a Norseman suffers neither dangers nor distance to deter him from the pure suit of a bride, Jarl sets sail at once to sce for himsclf this wondrous beauty. He comes with no protestations of humility, he feels be is in every way equal to her he woos, and in dwelling on her beauties he does not forget his own importance. This is truth itsclf. The wild bearded northmen of Scandinavia wooed their brides exactly a¢ Jer] Egill woos the maiden of Orkney. He as toft spoil and slaughter, he has left a distant shore, he says, “To sing how I love thee, To kiss thy small hand! Fair daughter of Einar, Golden-haired maid! ‘he lord of yon brown bark, And lord of this blade; Phe joy of the occan,— Of warfare and wind, Hath boune bim co woo the, And thou must be kind. There is a tone of confidence in this, unusual now-a- days to lovers, But Jarl Egill stops not here, He telle the maiden how highly she must consider herself honored by bis suit. “Ay, daughter of Finar, Right tall mayst thou stand, Itis a Vikingir Who kisses thy hand" Nor is he less proud when he stoops to compliment her beauty; although many a sighing lover since has vainly attempted to equal the delicacy of the sea-king’s flattery. ‘Thy white arma are locked in Broad bracelets of gold: Thy girdle-stead’s eleaming With treasures untold: The circlet that binds up Thy long yellow Is starred thick with jewels, That bright aro and rare: But mre princely del Feil tesa, Por girdle kis great arm Around thee he throws ; And again "Pia s Vikingir asks thee, Land-maiden to wed! He skills not to woo thee, In trembling and feur—

He comes then as Jarl should, Sword helted to side, To win thee and wear thee Wath glory and pri The maiden of Orkney has a spirit as high os that of her wooer, But this only incrcases his admiration, for aa eagle mates with cagle, eo the Vikingir would wed one like himself, He exclaims in exultation— "The curl of that proud lip, The Bach of that eye, ‘The swell of that bosom, So full and so high, Like foam of sea-billow, ‘Thy white boxom shows, Like flash of red levin Thino eagle eye glow Ha! firmly and boldly, So stately and free, "Thy foot treads this chamber, As bark rides the sea: ‘This likes me—t Stout maiden of Thou woovst to purpose; Bold hearts love the bold.” And thereupon, as the slory goes, Jar] caught the maiden in his arms, all enamored, and imprinting a score of kissea on her snow white forehead. bore her off in triumph to his ship. And when the maiden, aflhighted at his impetuosity, tarned pale and trembled, Jarl soothed. her with tales of his prowess, holding her small: white hand all the time in his brawny palm—just as Achilles would have held the hand of Briseis in his own, and told of his feats against the Trojans, looking into her soft blue eyes as he spoke, And then Jan consoles her further by rewinding her of the proud destiny which awaits her, telling her that she shall be loved and cher- ished even aa the sword upon whose virtues he has heen expatiating. “Pair danghter of Finar, Deem high of the fate Phat makes thee, like thia blade, Proud Kyill's loved mate,” The “Elfiniand Wud,” an imitation of the Ancient Scottish Romantic Bullad, displays no little merit; but the day has passed by for the extravagant popularity which hailed such effusions in the times of Chatterton, Bishop Percy and Scott. This is an age in which men read while they mun, and poetry, however beautiful, which is Jocked up in obsolete words will find but few readers, Motherwell seems to have given way, however, to this antiquarian taste with truc fervor. The finest specimen, perhaps, of his poems in this style—though it is scarcely after the ancient ballads after all—ia the fol lowing “Cavalicr's Song,” which breathes, indeed, the very spirit of those noble gentlemen, who churged with the fiery Rupert at Marston Moor. "A otecd! a ateed of matchle ‘A sword of meta) keene! All else to nobie hearies is drosse, All else on earth in meanc. The neighyinge of the war-horse prowde, ‘The rowlinge of the drum. ‘The clangor of the trumpet lowde, ‘Be soundes from heaven that cuine,

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Rh "But I must!" she cried. "For everything's perfect! Every one so kind—and I didn't know most of you a year ago. Oh, it is so wonderful—and now a wood—a wood of my own—a wood for ever. All of you coming to tea with me here! Dear Harcourt—dear people—and just where the house would come and spoil things, there is Mr. Ford!"

"Ha! ha!" laughed Mr. Worters, and slipped his hand up round the boy's ankle. What happened I do not know, but Ford collapsed on to the ground with a sharp cry. To an outsider it might have sounded like a cry of anger or pain. We, who knew better, laughed uproariously.

"Down he goes! Down he goes!" And they struggled playfully, kicking up the mould and the dry leaves.

"Don't hurt my wood!" cried Miss Beaumont.

Ford gave another sharp cry. Mr. Worters withdrew his hand. "Victory!" he exclaimed. "Evelyn! behold the family seat!" But Miss Beaumont, in her butterfly fashion, had left us, and was strolling away into her wood.

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Rh "Well!" he said, in accordance with his usual formula, "and how go the classics?"

"Fairly well."

"Does Miss Beaumont show any ability?"

"I should say that she does. At all events she has enthusiasm."

"You do not think it is the enthusiasm of a child? I will be frank with you, Mr. Inskip. In many ways Miss Beaumont's practically a child. She has everything to learn: she acknowledges as much herself. Her new life is so different—so strange. Our habits—our thoughts—she has to be initiated into them all."

I saw what he was driving at, but I am not a fool, and I replied: "And how can she be initiated better than through the classics?"

"Exactly, exactly," said Mr. Worters. In the distance we heard her voice. She was counting the beech-trees. "The only question is—this Latin and Greek—what will she do with it? Can she make anything of it? Can she—well, it's not as if she will ever have to teach it to others."

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Rh grant you she has enthusiasm. But ought one not to divert her enthusiasm—say to English literature? She scarcely knows her Tennyson at all. Last night in the conservatory I read her that wonderful scene between Arthur and Guinevere. Greek and Latin are all very well, but I sometimes feel we ought to begin at the beginning."

"You feel," said I, "that for Miss Beaumont the classics are something of a luxury."

"A luxury. That is the exact word, Mr. Inskip. A luxury. A whim. It is all very well for Jack Ford. And here we come to another point. Surely she keeps Jack back? Her knowledge must be elementary."

"Well, her knowledge is elementary: and I must say that it's difficult to teach them together. Jack has read a good deal, one way and another, whereas Miss Beaumont, though diligent and enthusiastic"

"So I have been feeling. The arrangement is scarcely fair on Jack?"

"Well, I must admit"

"Quite so. I ought never to have suggested it. It must come to an end. Of course, Mr. Inskip, it shall make no difference to you, this withdrawal of a pupil."


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156 ble a military tent, and furnished with heroic simplicity. On the second floor were the private apartments of Napoleon and those of Josephine. There was a little door between these, used only by the occupants; and later, when Napoleon had made up his mind to divorce Josephine, the sealing up of this door was one of the delicate and manly methods he took to prepare her for the sacrifice.

It was a proud boast of Josephine that she never kept any one waiting half a minute where punctuality depended upon herself. This consideration for the pleasure of others, the never-failing mark of refined breeding, was signally wanting in Napoleon. When the established hour for dining at Malmaison was six o'clock, and though etiquette forbade any one to approach the table before the announcement of the head of the house, he often failed to appear before seven, eight, or even ten o'clock. A chicken or some other article was placed on the spit every fifteen minutes by order of the cook, who knew well the habits of the emperor. The table manners of Napoleon may have been those of the hero: they were certainly anything but those of the gentleman. He completed the process of cramming—it could scarcely be called eating—in six or seven minutes, as a rule. Ignoring the use of knives and forks as regarded his own plate, he did not stop there, but "helped himself with his fingers from the dishes nearest him, and dipped his bread in the gravy." Knowing the time necessary for the emperor to dine, the shrewder ones took care to dine in advance. Eugene once confessed this at the dinner-table, much to the amusement of the emperor. Josephine always quitted the table with Napoleon, but with her never-failing consideration for the comfort of others she commanded the rest, by a gesture as she rose, to remain.

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Rh "The lessons shall cease at once, Mr. Worters."

Here she came up to us. "Harcourt, there are seventy-eight trees. I have had such a count."

He smiled down at her. Let me remember to say that he is tall and handsome, with a strong chin and liquid brown eyes, and a high forehead and hair not at all gray. Few things are more striking than a photograph of Mr. Harcourt Worters.

"Seventy-eight trees?"

"Seventy-eight."

"Are you pleased?"

"Oh, Harcourt!"

I began to pack up the tea-things. They both saw and heard me. It was their own fault if they did not go further.

"I'm looking forward to the bridge," said he. "A rustic bridge at the bottom, and then, perhaps, an asphalt path from the house over the meadow, so that in all weathers we can walk here dry-shod. The boys come into the wood—look at all these initials—and I thought of putting a simple fence, to prevent any one but ourselves"

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Rh "A simple fence," he continued, "just like what I have put round my garden and the fields. Then at the other side of the copse, away from the house, I would put a gate, and have keys—two keys, I think—one for me and one for you—not more; and I would bring the asphalt path"

"But Harcourt-"

"But Evelyn!"

"I—I—I"

"You—you—you?"

"I—I don't want an asphalt path."

"No? Perhaps you are right. Cinders perhaps. Yes. Or even gravel."

"But Harcourt—I don't want a path at all. I—I—can't afford a path."

He gave a roar of triumphant laughter. "Dearest! As if you were going to be bothered? The path's part of my present."

"The wood is your present," said Miss Beaumont. "Do you know—I don't care for the path. I'd rather always come as we came to-day. And I don't want a bridge. No—nor a fence either. I don't mind the boys and their initials. They and the girls have always come up to Other Kingdom and cut their names together in the bark. It's called


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Rh the Fourth Time of Asking. I don't want it to stop."

"Ugh!" He pointed to a large heart transfixed by an arrow. "Ugh! Ugh!" I suspect that he was gaining time.

"They cut their names and go away, and when the first child is born they come again and deepen the cuts. So for each child. That's how you know: the initials that go right through to the wood are the fathers and mothers of large families, and the scratches in the bark that soon close up are boys and girls who were never married at all."

"You wonderful person! I've lived here all my life and never heard a word of this. Fancy folk-lore in Hertfordshire! I must tell the Archdeacon: he will be delighted"

"And Harcourt, I don't want this to stop."

"My dear girl, the villagers will find other trees! There's nothing particular in Other Kingdom."

"But"

"Other Kingdom shall be for us. You and I alone. Our initials only." His voice sank to a whisper.

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Rh frightened. "I hate fences. And bridges. And all paths. It is my wood. Please: you gave me the wood."

"Why, yes!" he replied, soothing her. But I could see that he was angry. "Of course. But aha! Evelyn, the meadow's mine; I have a right to fence there—between my domain and yours!"

"Oh, fence me out if you like! Fence me out as much as you like! But never in. Oh Harcourt, never in. I must be on the outside, I must be where any one can reach me. Year by year—while the initials deepen—the only thing worth feeling—and at last they close up—but one has felt them."

"Our initials!" he murmured, seizing upon the one word which he had understood and which was useful to him. "Let us carve our initials now. You and I—a heart if you like it, and an arrow and everything. H.W.—E.B."

"H.W.," she repeated, "and E.B."

He took out his penknife and drew her away in search of an unsullied tree. "E.B., Eternal Blessing. Mine! Mine! My haven from the world! My temple of purity. Oh the spiritual exaltation—you cannot understand it, but you will! Oh, the seclusion of Paradise.


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Rh Year after year alone together, all in all to each other—year after year, soul to soul, E.B., Everlasting Bliss!"

He stretched out his hand to cut the initials. As he did so she seemed to awake from a dream. "Harcourt!" she cried, "Harcourt! What's that? What's that red stuff on your finger and thumb?"

Oh, my goodness! Oh, all ye goddesses and gods! Here's a mess. Mr. Worters has been reading Ford's inflammatory note-book.

"This my own fault," said Ford. "I should have labelled it 'Practically Private.' How could he know he was not meant to look inside?"

I spoke out severely, as an employé should. "My dear boy, none of that. The label came unstuck. That was why Mr. Worters opened the book. He never suspected it was private. See—the label's off."

"Scratched off," Ford retorted grimly, and glanced at his ankle.

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Rh "And if I don't?"

"You know your own affairs of course. But don't forget that you are young and practically ignorant of life, and that you have scarcely any money of your own. As far as I can see, your career practically depends on the favour of Mr. Worters. You have laughed at him. He does not like being laughed at. It seems to me that your course is obvious."

"Apology?"

"Complete."

"And if I don't?"

"Departure."

He sat down on the stone steps and rested his head on his knees. On the lawn below us was Miss Beaumont, draggling about with some croquet balls. Her lover was out in the meadow, superintending the course of the asphalt path. For the path is to be made, and so is the bridge, and the fence is to be built round Other Kingdom after all. In time Miss Beaumont saw how unreasonable were her objections. Of her own accord, one evening in the drawing-room, she gave her Harcourt permission to do what he liked. "That wood looks nearer," said Ford.

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Rh it nearer. But my dear boy—you must settle what you're going to do."

"How much has he read?"

"Naturally he only opened the book. From what you showed me of it, one glance would be enough."

"Did he open at the poems?"

"Poems?"

"Did he speak of the poems?"

"No. Were they about him?"

"They were not about him."

"Then it wouldn't matter if he saw them."

"It is sometimes a compliment to be mentioned," said Ford, looking up at me. The remark had a stinging fragrance about it—such a fragrance as clings to the mouth after admirable wine. It did not taste like the remark of a boy. I was sorry that my pupil was likely to wreck his career; and I told him again that he had better apologize.

"I won't speak of Mr. Worters' claim for an apology. That's an aspect on which I prefer not to touch. The point is, if you don't apologize, you go—where?"

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Rh grass, and civil retainers. In the midst of it stood Mr. Worters, radiating energy and wealth, like a terrestrial sun. "My dear Ford—don't be heroic! Apologize."

Unfortunately I raised my voice a little, and Miss Beaumont heard me, down on the lawn.

"Apologize?" she cried. "What about?" And as she was not interested in the game, she came up the steps towards us, trailing her croquet mallet behind her. Her walk was rather listless. She was toning down at last.

"Come indoors!" I whispered. "We must get out of this."

"Not a bit of it!" said Ford.

"What is it?" she asked, standing beside him on the step.

He swallowed something as he looked up at her. Suddenly I understood. I knew the nature and the subject of his poems. I was not so sure now that he had better apologize. The sooner he was kicked out of the place the better.

In spite of my remonstrances, he told her about the book, and her first remark was: "Oh, do let me see it!" She had no "proper feeling" of any kind. Then she said: "But why do you both look so sad?"


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Rh "We are awaiting Mr. Worters' decision," said I.

"Mr. Inskip! What nonsense! Do you suppose Harcourt'll be angry?"

"Of course he is angry, and rightly so."

"But why?"

"Ford has laughed at him."

"But what's that!" And for the first time there was anger in her voice. "Do you mean to say he'll punish some one who laughs at him? Why, for what else—for whatever reason are we all here? Not to laugh at each other! I laugh at people all day. At Mr. Ford. At you. And so does Harcourt. Oh, you've misjudged him! He won't—he couldn't be angry with people who laughed."

"Mine is not nice laughter," said Ford. "He could not well forgive me."

"You're a silly boy." She sneered at him. "You don't know Harcourt. So generous in every way. Why, he'd be as furious as I should be if you apologized. Mr. Inskip, isn't that so?"

"He has every right to an apology, I think."

"Right? What's a right? You use too many new words. 'Rights'—'apologies'—'society'—'position'—I don't follow it. What are we all here for, anyhow?"


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 one day, "this will never do; you must adopt some system for your studies, and some locality for your reading. Have a room to yourself; set apart certain hours in the day for your books, and allow no consideration on earth to influence you to violate their sacredness; and above all, my dear boy, keep your papers in order. I find a Dissertation on 'The Commerce of Carthage,' stuck in my large paper copy of 'Dibdin's Decameron,' and an 'Essay on the Metaphysics of Music' (pray, my dear fellow, beware of magazine-scribbling) cracking the back of Montfaucon's 'Monarchie.'"

Vivian apologized, promised, protested, and finally sat down "." He had laid the first foundations of accurate classical knowledge under the tuition of the learned Dallas; and twelve hours a-day, and self-banishment from society, overcame, in twelve months, the ill effects of his imperfect education. The result of this extraordinary exertion may easily be

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Rh into the region of shadows, he makes himself very much at home there. In another of these dialogues he cross-examines all the officials whom he meets, with the air of a traveller anxious for information; and his caustic will does not spare the dead a whit more than it had spared the living. He begs Æacus to show him some of "the lions" in this new region. He professes great surprise at seeing the figures which once were Agamemnon, Ajax, and Achilles, now mere bones and dust; and asks to be allowed just to give Sardanapalus, whom the Cynic hates especially for his luxury and debauchery, a slap in the face; but Æacus assures him that his skull is as brittle as a woman's. Even the wise men and philosophers, he finds, cut no better figure here. "Where is Socrates?" he asks his guide. "You see that bald man yonder?" says Æacus. "Why, they are all bald alike here," replies Menippus. "Him with the flat nose, I mean." "They've all flat noses," replies Menippus again, looking at the hollow skulls round him. But Socrates, hearing the inquiry, answers for himself; and the new-comer into the lower world is able to assure the great Athenian that all men now admit his claim to universal knowledge, which rests, in fact, on the one ground of being conscious that man knows really nothing. But he learns something more about the Master of the Sophists from a little dialogue which he has with Cerberus.

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Rh Her discourse was full of trembling lights and shadows—frivolous one moment, the next moment asking why Humanity is here. I did not take the Moral Science Tripos, so I could not tell her.

"One thing I know—and that is that Harcourt isn't as stupid as you two. He soars above conventions. He doesn't care about 'rights' and 'apologies.' He knows that all laughter is nice, and that the other nice things are money and the soul and so on."

The soul and so on! I wonder that Harcourt out in the meadows did not have an apoplectic fit.

"Why, what a poor business your life would be," she continued, "if you all kept taking offence and apologizing! Forty million people in England and all of them touchy! How one would laugh if it was true! Just imagine!" And she did laugh. "Look at Harcourt though. He knows better. He isn't petty like that. Mr. Ford! He isn't petty like that. Why, what's wrong with your eyes?"

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There—that is delicious. It has a freshness about it au of the atmosphere after a summer shower, and breathes, moreover, through every verse a most bewitching me- lody. Why you can almost hear the lark, aye! even sce his tiny form far up in the sunny ether.

But exquisitely as the poct has sung of love he has warbled not less sweetly on other themes, We would that we might quote « piece entitled “Midnight and Moonshine,” but we can find space only for the first six verses; and we give them more for an incentive to buy the book und read the rest, than for aught else. All earth below, all heaven above, In this calm hour, are filled with love; ‘All sights, all sounds have throbbing hearts, In which its blessed fountnin starts, And gushes forth so fresh and free, Like a svul-thrilling melody.” These have been gladsome themts, but there are me- lencholy ones enow in the. volume ; end indeed the finest pooma of our author are his pathetic ones. Little aa we now of Motherwell, of one thing we are certain—he had soon suffering. No one can peruse his verses be- ginning “0, agony ! keon agony,” without fecling tl His stanzas, “ What is glory? what is fame?” and the tines written a few days before his death breathe all the disconsolateness of a broken heart. But nowhere has the author displayed more real pathos than in his two poems, “Jeanie Morrison” and “My heid is like to rend, ‘Willie’"—poems which alone ere sufficient to make Mo- therwell immortal. Often as they have been quoted in this country—and indeed they are nearly the sole poems by which he is known in the United States—we cannot resist the temptation of inserting at least one of them here, Let it be Jeanie Morrison. We give it without a word of comment, reading it in holy silence to ourselves. “I've wandered east, I’ve wandered west, ‘Through mony a weary way; Bat never, never can forget “The luve o' life's young day! "The Bre that's blawn on Beltane e’eu, May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa’ awaits the heart ‘Where firat oud luve grows cule.

O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, ‘Phe thochts of bygane years Still fing their shadows ower my path, And blind my e'en, wi" tears:

‘They blind my een wi’ gout, saut tears, ‘And suir and sick I pine, Ag memory idly sunmona up ‘The blithe blinks o” langeyne,

"Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, T was then we twa did part; Sweet time—ead time! twa bairns at scule, “Twa bairne, and bnt ae heart?

"Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, ‘To leit ilk ithor lear And tones, and Jooke, and smiles wore shed, Remembered evermair.

I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, ‘When sitting on that dink, Cheek touchin’ check, loof locked in loof, ‘Whit our wee heads could think! ‘When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi? ae buik on our knee, ‘Thy lips were,on thy lesson, but My lessuu was in thee,

O, mind ye how we hung our heads, How cheeks brent red wi’ shaine, Wirene’er the soule-weans laughin’ said, We cleekd thegither hame¢ And mind ye 0° the Saturdays, (The seule then skail't st noon.) ‘When we ran aff to apeel the braee— ‘The broomy bracs o' June?

‘My head rUns round aru round about, ‘My heart flows like a sea, ‘Ag ane by ane the thochts rush back O' scule-time and o* thee. O, mornin’ fife! O, monn’ lave! O lichtsome days aud lang, When hinnied hopes arowad our hearts Like siatwer blossoms sprang!

O, mind ye, Juve, how aft we left The deavin' dinsome toun, ‘To wander by the green burnside, ‘And hear ite waters cron? ‘The siminer leaves hung ower our heads, "The flowers burst round our feet, And im the gloumnin o! the wuod, The throvuil whuss lit sweet;

The throssil whuas lit in the wood, The burn sau to the trees, Aud we with Nature’s heart intune, Concerted harmonic ‘And on the knowe abune the burn, ‘The ours thegither sat In the wilentaces 0 joy, till baith ‘Wi very gladness grat.

Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears twinkled doun your cheek, Like dow-beads on a rore, yet nane Had ony power to speak! ‘That was a time, a blessed time, ‘Wrheu hearts were fresh and young, When freely gushed all feelings forth, Uneybableg— nnsinig !

I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee Ae closely twined wi’ earliest thuchte, ‘As ye hae been to me?

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Rh her mallet and said: "Cry-baby! Cry-cry-baby! Crying about nothing!" and ran laughing down the steps. "All right!" she shouted from the lawn. "Tell the cry-baby to stop. I'm going to speak to Harcourt!"

We watched her go in silence. Ford had scarcely been crying. His eyes had only become large and angry. He used such swear-words as he knew, and then got up abruptly, and went into the house. I think he could not bear to see her disillusioned. I had no such tenderness, and it was with considerable interest that I watched Miss Beaumont approach her lord.

She walked confidently across the meadow, bowing to the workmen as they raised their hats. Her languor had passed, and with it her suggestion of "tone." She was the same crude, unsophisticated person that Harcourt had picked out of Ireland—beautiful and ludicrous in the extreme, and:—if you go in for pathos—extremely pathetic.

I saw them meet, and soon she was hanging on his arm. The motion of his hand explained to her the construction of bridges. Twice she interrupted him: he had to explain everything again. Then she got in her word, and what followed was a good deal better than a play.


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46 THE FISHERMAN AND HIS WIFE

The pretty village of Roscoff is situated on the brink of the ocean and about a league from St. Paul-de-Leon. It is known far and near for its well-sheltered port, even though the approach to it is dangerous, for the canal formed by the Isle of Batz is strewed with reefs, upon which the ships caught by the tempest are sometimes dashed before they can reach the safety harbor. When a storm excites the waves in this narrow passage, the scene presented by this canal is a most awful one, for the sea then beats upon the black rocks and covers them with foam, as if it were impatient to cast down the obstacles that they oppose to its fury. The waves dashed up the sand from the very bottom and cast it in heaps upon the island, where once stood a Roman chapel that is now covered up by the accumulations consequent upon these disasters. The winds too combine their fearful clamor with the roaring of the sea, and it is said that in these awful commotions, by which nature itself is shaken, there is heard the constant and voluntary striking of the bells of the church, which, when heard, are regarded as the sure prognostic of a shipwreck.

The sun was setting over the sea. The old town of Roscoff, illuminated by its last beams, looked like a glorious golden mansion of prayer, on which Heaven cast with pleasure its gleams. The lighthouse on the western part of the Isle of Batz was just beginning to sparkle, and a light wind succeeded the stifling heats of the day. The sea spread itself, in the perfect calmness of peace, over the strand that was covered with the wives and children of the fishermen, and they contemplated with satisfaction the fruits of the day's painful labor, for the fishing had been abundant. The young people frolicked through their rustic dances; the children gave themselves up, heart and soul, to their noisy sports. Everybody appeared happy; every person seemed content, with one exception. It was a young, girl-like woman whose husband had not yet returned. It had been three years since the charming Teresa had united her destiny with that of Josselin, and never, until now, had it happened that he was the last at sea. Brave and vigorous, he had always been the first to return with his boat well filled. What then could detain him when his companions were already more than a full hour on shore?

The poor creature was alarmed, doubtlessly, without a cause. The sea had been calm, and the light agitation that the rising breeze communicated to it was not at all sufficient to justify even the suspicion of danger. However, the clouds began to gather on the horizon, and their dark, dull, leaden color might, especially after the extreme heat, of which the first days of September sometimes give us an example, as if they were the remembrances of the summer that has fled—these might be the presage of a tempest. But then Josselin knew so well all the reefs and all the passes, and his little boat sailed with such lightness; it was so obedient to the rudder and the oar, and none could guide it better than he, even in the worst weather. Why did Teresa then tremble so much?

Nevertheless, the inquietude of the wife, little by little, stole the hearts of her companions. They began to ask why it was that Josselin had not yet returned. Their eyes were fixed with anxiety on the sea, to discover, if they could, in the distance, the small white sail, which was to be the signal of his return; but they could see nothing; and yet the sun was about to disappear altogether. The clouds gathered together in huge black masses, and the breeeze was changed into fitful squalls of wind. Dull noises and the sure precursors of a storm began to be heard; the bases of the rocks, beaten with the agitated waves, began to be covered with a white foam.

"My God! my God!" said Teresa, "Protect him!"

Teresa was a mother; her two children were sleeping in a cabin a short distance from the shore. She believed, one time, that she heard them weeping, and their cries sounded to her like the shrieks of despair. To dart toward them and to convince herself that what she heard was nothing more than an illusion, produced by the agitation of her mind, was but the affair of a moment. She embraced them with a new effusion of maternal affection. She prayed for an instant over them, and then she returned to the strand to interrogate anew those who surrounded her, as to the fate of her husband.

During her short absence, the scene had changed. The alarm as to the fate of Josselin had become general, for his return then appeared to be impossible. The tempest had burst out furiously, like one that rages during the equinox. The thunder growled without ceasing. The winds blew with violence, and the premature darkness of night had swallowed up the little light of an autumnal evening, while an old shepherd, shaking his head, declared that he had heard the great bell in the church of Our Lady give forth a light tinkling! And yet the church was quite solitary and deserted, and the cord of the belfry was loose and floating. One single hope remained. It was that Josselin had had the courage and good fortune to escape among the reefs, for it was not impossible for him to land on the island of Batz. The coast of that island was not so distant from that of Roscoff as to make it impossible to see signals from it, even in the half-obscurity that prevailed, but nothing appeared upon that solitary coast. All of a sudden, people thought they could discern by the glare of the lightning a frail bark struggling with the tempest, which still kept increasing in violence. "It is he!" cried out all voices, and in the accents of


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 conceived. At the end of twelve months, Vivian, like many other young enthusiasts, had discovered that all the wit and wisdom of the world were concentrated in some fifty antique volumes, and he treated the unlucky moderns with the most sublime spirit of hauteur imaginable. A chorus in the Medea, that painted the radiant sky of Attica, disgusted him with the foggy atmosphere of Great Britain; and while Mrs. Grey was meditating a séjour at Brighton, her son was dreaming of the gulf of Salamis. The spectre in the Pers was his only model for a ghost, and the furies in the Agamemnon were his perfection of tragical machinery.

Most ingenious and educated youths have fallen into the same error; but few, I trust, have ever carried such feelings to the excess that Vivian Grey did; for while his mind was daily becoming more enervated under the beautiful but baneful influence of the youth lighted upon.

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Rh Their two little figures parted and met and parted again, she gesticulating, he most pompous and calm. She pleaded, she argued and—if satire can carry half a mile—she tried to be satirical. To enforce one of her childish points she made two steps back. Splash! She was floundering in the little stream.

That was the dénouement of the comedy. Harcourt rescued her, while the workmen crowded round in an agitated chorus. She was wet quite as far as her knees, and muddy over her ankles. In this state she was conduced towards me, and in time I began to hear words; "Influenza—a slight immersion—clothes are of no consequence beside health—pray, dearest, don't worry—yes, it must have been a shock—bed! bed! I insist on bed! Promise? Good girl. Up the steps to bed then."

They parted on the lawn, and she came obediently up the steps. Her face was full of terror and bewilderment.

"So you've had a wetting, Miss Beaumont!"

"Wetting? Oh, yes. But, Mr. Inskip—I don't understand: I've failed."

I expressed surprise.

"Mr. Ford is to go—at once. I've failed."

"I'm sorry."