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a tight hand over him, but its too late now. an instant towards the book of prayer, and his God help 'em, poor souls, I say.”'

lips moved, but no articulate sound proceeded Amen, mistress," said Andrew; “ never- from them. Those quivering lips were parched theless punishment is wholesome for example's and deadly white, but a spot of vivid crimson sake, and it's right guilt should suffer; and burnt on his hollow cheek, and the expression verily the parents of the lad if they be as you of his large blue eyes, distended to an unnatural say pious Christians should rather rejoice in roundness, was exceedingly ghostly. Occasion. their affliction, and praise the Lord that he is ally he looked eagerly from side to side, and cut short in his wickedness."

in one of these burried glances his eyes met “I say 'praise the Lord,' indeed, that their Andrew's, and he faintly ejaculated the word only child should come to the gallows ! A fine “ Father." thing to praise God on," growled the woman yet more indignantly; "I wonder what some

Right glad was Andrew Cleave when, the folk's feelings are made of. I say praise the cart with its miserable burden, the sheriffs Lord,' indeed!”

with their attendants, and the whole dismal “Woman," retorted Andrew, but his sentence train having passed onw


the people was cut short by her angry vehemence as she thronged after them to the place of execution, continued in a taunting key :

and he was once more at liberty to pursue his “Maybe you'll like for example's sake' to way, urging on Dobbin with an energy he had see that pretty lamb by your side with the never before ventured to exert on that steep rope round bis neck some day; maybe you'll declivity; but the sound of that agitated praise the Lord for that, master," and so saying

multitude—that heavy, awful sound, like the she stretched out her long bony arm and laid swell of a distant ocean, was still audible, and her hand on the shoulder of the shuddering

Andrew speeded to get beyond it, and to reach child; and when Andrew turned to rebuke her

C-- now within the distance of a few and their eyes met, the expression of hers furlongs. struck into his heart with a sensation of strange All this while rot a word had passed between uneasiness, as caused him suddenly to draw the father and son, but just before they entered the child beyond her reach; and long afterwards, town Andrew looked round at the child who for many and many a day, and when months remained, as it were, glued to his side, both his and years had passed away and the recollection little arms being fast locked round one of his of that scene had faded and no particular cir- father's. He was very pale and trembled like a cumstance occurred to revive it, that woman's leaf, and when his father spoke to him and he face and that peculiar look would come across tried to answer the attempt produced only a him, and again strike into bis heart the same deep choking sob that burst out as if his very feeling of horror which impelled him at the breath had been pent up for years; one or two moment be actually encountered it to snatch hysterical catches succeeded a broken word or the boy from within the evil influence of her two, the brimming eyes overflowed, and then touch. But all further altercation was cut short his little heart was relieved and lightened. by the pressure of the living mass, among Oh! that the burden of older hearts could be which a general agitation and a low confused as easily breathed 1 and he slackened his grasp murmur took place as it fell back on either of his father's arm and began to breathe and band to make way for the cart, and the woman left prattle again freely. Andrew fairly enough off in the midst of a volley of revilings on improved the opportunity of that awful sight Andrew's hard-heartedness, in her anxiety to they had witnessed by pointing out to his press back in time to secure a snug place near young companion the dreadful consequences of the gibbet, where she might see all in comfort. vice and the danger of yielding to temptation, Andrew raised his head involuntarily as the even by the most trifling deviation from moral cart came abreast of his own vehicle, and the and religious rectitude. They had just reached wretched criminal was so near, that in the deep the entrance of C-, so the lecture was stillness which had succeeded that murmur his necessarily concluded, but Andrew failed not to sbort, quick, laborious respiration, broken at wind up his exhortations against the early inintervals by a convulsive sob, was distinctly roads of sin by inveighing especially against audible. The culprit was a mere youth, a tall, the particular sin of waste and extravagance, slim lad; he was almost effeminate in the charging his son to take great care of his transparent delicacy of his complexion, the clothes and not to squander his money in toys profusion of fair hair, which waved in disorder or sweets. The latter charge was especially about his temples, and the sickly whiteness of requisite, as Josiah took with him to school the bis long thin bands, one of which hung life- capital of three sixpences in silver, and was to lessly over the side of the cart in which he sat receive the stipend of twopence every Monday erect and stiffened, as if under the influence of morning. Andrew's last charge was abruptly some spell, and seemingly incapable of attending put an end to by the rumbling of his cart to the clergyman, who was seated by his side, wheels over the stones of the high-street, and occasionally reading a few sentences from the in two minutes they had turned out of it into book of Common Prayer, and exhorting him to the market place, then through a long narrow join in some pious ejaculation or penitential baok street, and at length drew up before a tall verse. At such times the wretched boy looked for 'red house with a bright green door, having on


it a large brass plate, whereon was engraved white cloth, and, having partaken of the meal with sundry flourishes :

in unsocial silence, she was dismissed to her own cottage, with an intimation that Andrew

could himself put away the fragments of the reFOR YOUNG GENTLEMEN,

past, and had no need of her further services KEPT BY THE REV, JEREMIAH JERK." that night. What were Andrew Cleave's special

reasons for ridding himself of old Jepoy's comAll matters concerning the admission of Josiah pany that evening, and what were bis cogitations had been settled over and over again, so Andrew after he had locked her out, and himself in, and had nothing more to do than to deposit his boy resumed his former station by the hearth and in the hands of the Rev. gentleman, which the little supper-table, we cannot exactly guess, transfer was the affair of a moment; for Andrew though it is to be presumed they differed widely had his private reasons for brief leave-taking ; from that feeling of snug satisfaction with 80 setting his son down at the door of his new wbich, after the old lady had set by him his abode (when the master took the hand of his pipe and his glass of ale, he had been wont to little pupil, with that peculiar tenderness of lock her civilly out and reseat himself in the manner so insinuating to the breaking hearts of comfortable corner, knowing that his child was new comers), he laid his hand on the boy's sleeping peacefully in the adjoining chamber, head, and, with a bright “God be with you, my and that he should himself lie down near bim lad !" was in his seat again and off, and round when the cuckoo flung open his small door in the corner of the street before the tears, which the old Dutch clock and warned him that it was had been swelling up into the little fellow's eyes, time to retire. It would be hard to say whether had burst over their lids and down his pale the ensuing Saturday was more eagerly looked quivering face, in all that agony of grief excited forward to by father or son. Certain it is that by the pang of & first parting. However cogent when the morning of that day arrived Andrew were the reasons which decided Andrew to de- was in no less haste to be gone than when he cline the Rev. Mr. Jerk's proffered hospitality, had harnessed old Dobbin to the cart so exhe was by no means in haste to get home that peditiously the Monday before, but when be day; he had business to transact with sundry reached (it was still too early to call for corn-factors and graziers, and various other his boy; for Andrew, with all his impatience, persons in C

and found so much to detain would not on any account have anticipated the him there, though his concerns were wont to be precise moment when the half-holiday began; more expeditiously transacted, that it was eve- so be trafficked away the intervening time at the ning before be mounted his rumbling vehicle, different places of call, and drew up the cart at and put Dobbin in motion, and quite dark be- the door of Mr. Jerk’s Academy, just as the fore he reached the door of his own cottage. boys had risen from their Saturday's commons It was a cold, cheerless March evening, and of scrap-pie and stickjaw-certain savoury prean east wind and sleety rain had been driving parations not enumerated in the catalogue of in his face all the way home, and as he ap- that scientific professor, Monsieur Ude, or perproached the cottage its bright blazing hearth haps recommended by Dr. Kitchener, but quite glowed invitingly through the low casement and familiar to the palate of provincial schoolboys. reflected a red cheerful light on the half-open Little Josiab, having just risen from the aforesaid door, and streamed forward like a clew of banquet, came running to the door at the sound welcome along the narrow gravel-walk to the of the cart-wheels, choking with joy and the last entrance-wicket-and yet Andrew was in no huge mouthful of tenacious compound, and in a haste to re-enter his comfortable home. Some moment he was up in his father's arms, and heart may guess why he lingered on the cold hugging him so 'tight round the neck that heath-such as have felt the pang of returning Andrew was fain to cry out: to an abode where all is as it was, except that “Well, well, my little wan; but you'll not the light of life is extinguished, the jewel gone, throttle your old father, will you? Have you the shrine left desolate : but at last poor been a good boy, Joey?" Jenny came hurrying out, at the sound of the Joey answered with a second hug, and the cart-wheels, with her humble welcome and won- usher, who stood smirking at the door, satisfacderment at his late return, and offers of assist- torily certified the same, so the boy was sent to ance in unbarnessing Dobbin, that her master wash his greasy face and hands, and fetch bis might the sooner come in and warm himself. hat and little bundle of Sunday clothes; and then Her well-meant kindness was rather gruffly de- bis father lifted him up in the cart, and, turning clined, so she had to retreat within doors, and old Dobbin and giving him the sign of deleave "master (as she muttered to herself, not parture (a bright chirrup and a propelling in the best of humours) to please himself his own stamp), in a few minutes they were fairly out of way;" and when at last he approached the fire- C—, and on their glad way to the cottage. side, and she ventured a cautious question as What were the boy's exclamations of delight at to how he had left the dear child, she was the first sight of its curling smoke and dark snapped up with an injunction to mind her own brown thaich; and how, in spite of Andrew's business, and not to trouble him with foolish endeavours to set him right, he persisted in questions ; so, having set down his supper on miscalculating time and space; and how often the small table already prepared with its clean he fidgeted up and down on the seat; and how

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he took a heap of chalk in a distant field for

L I N ES. the grey colt, and a flannel-petticoat hung out to dry for old Jenny herself; and how bis father pointed out the folly of making such foolish assertions, and how the boy went on mak them thick and three-fold - those will Tortured by fierce experiences, consumed be at no loss to conceive who have ever accom

Through fiery ordeal of implacable years, panied a lively urchin to his own home on his Shut out from hope, beset with pains and fears, first return after his first week's schooling. Pierced by sharp. thorns where roses should have

bloomed, They may also picture to themselves the actual arrival: 'little Joey actually at home again, without a single thought or sight that cheers,

Thy buried pangs exhumed and re-exhumed, smothering old Jenny with kisses, squeezing How sad thy bitter lot! Yet he who steers the cat to a thread-paper, scampering down the His bark above the grave, where lie entombed garden to see if his beans had come up, un- In time's deep sea the fruits of vain desire, ħitching his hoop from the nail, and flinging it Blighted ere ripe, may hold a nobler way, away to run and see whether the grey colt was And though rongh storms about his course may fire in the home-croft, scampering upon the back of Their thunderbolts, and waves and winds may play his unbroken favourite, and racing round the With his frail vessel, like a toy, yet higher fields, holding on by its mane, and not a jot the Than storm and cloud and wind shall rise his day. worse as a finale for being pitched right into the Though death should draw thee from this fair privet hedge, from whence, half rolling, half

domain, scrambling, out into the garden he came crawl. And with a little clay seal up thine eyes, ing up the gravel-walk on all-fours, with that And turn to common air thy breathed sighs, characteristic disregard of seriousness and pro- Yet shall thy sweetness be blown forth again,

And make thy tears but drops of April rain ; priety which had so early evinced itself, despite And, fed with summer glories

, newly rise ; his father's solemn exbortations and decorous And echoed music of thy soft replies example. Fortunately, on the present occasion Be sung once more by birds about the plain ; Andrew was busy unbarnessing his mare, and For beauty ne'er hath limned a fairer face, there was nothing new to Jenny in the uncouth Nor truth and love e'er lit a brighter eye: performaoce. When the first ebullition of joy and surely He who is the Lord of grace, had subsided Josiah was well content to sit on Will never let such truth and beauty die ; his little stool beside his father, close by his But though they change their mortal dwellingwarm bright hearth, while Jenny lit the candle place, and then sat beside him.

Their shows shall still survive beneath the sky!

B E E s.


In and out velvet coats, from the rhododendron bloom,

Murmuring over a crimson sainfoin sea ;
Up and down, o'er the gorse purple heather-there

is room
For each honest son of toil like you and me.

Turn the drones out in the cold, to some workhouse

on the bank, Only they that find the honey of it cat. Each idler, if he starve, has his lazy self to thank.

Store the hive, oh store the hive, ere summer fleet!

Order, law, and kindly toil, with a tinge of graceful love,

Launch the legend of our land o'er kindly seas, Where from our island-hive myriad-winged clusters

rove, Far away o'er earth's undiscovered leas.

Then let us to the purple heath,
Inhale the fragrant, sweet-gale breath,
Where the wide, embrowned ground
Stretches like an ocean round.
No sign of man that may be traced,
Not a tree to mark the waste;
Only narrow pools that lie
Shining to the shining sky.
Waving o'er the black morass,
Tufted plumes of cotton-grass ;
Pale buck-bean, with fringed flower,
Sparkling under every shower;
Golden stars of Asphodel,
With knops of clustered heather-bell,
And tender sundew—'broidery fair
Any queen might wish to wear.
We shall find the freckled snake
Sleeping in a tangled brake
Of cranberry and crooked ling,
Curlèd in a threefold ring.
Wheeling over where we sit,
The curlew with a shrill “Tewit !"
And buntings, whirling round, distrest,
To lure us from the neighbouring nest.
Then we dream, ʼmidst breezes bland,
Of some happy, fairy-land,
On the curling cloud that lies
Anchored in the tranquil skies.

So some distant land may ring with hum of English

toil, So the church and school and factory shall rise. So dark forest, silent stream shall unveil fairy spoil

While grave Industry looks on with kindly eyes. Up, away ! up, away! golden backs while it is day,

Where the flowers cluster o'er the mountain stream; He who works for all, sings along the dreariest way, But at working hours we have no time to dream.

A. B.


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Not long ago, being quite tired with the stands in the centre of the room, looking round turmoil and worry of the commercial life of in a listening attitude, as if he were expecting London, I thought I would "air my mind,” someone suddenly to appear who would deliver and at the same time refresh my exhausted him from the cellar-like dungeon in which he is spirits, by withdrawing for a wbile from now incarcerated. I could not help thinking a the wear and tear of every-day toil; and great want of taste displayed in placing these as I knew that Oxford, quiet Oxford, would be beautiful specimens in an underground apartthe place I should like best, I took up my abode ment, the beautifully lighted room in which they there for a few weeks. I heard accidentally formerly stood being now apportioned to the someone talking of a famous lecture on the school of design which is held there; and I have Moabite Stone, which a Dr. Neubauer, one of always a sad feeling when I go into that cellarthe most distinguished palæologists of the like room downstairs, where all Chantry's present day, was going to deliver in the Taylor beautiful models (more beautiful than the Buildings the next day. The old-world Moabite marbles themselves as bearing the first impress stone ! only lately discovered, wbich has thrown of his genius), stand in mournful sadness, the the whole learned world into a ferment of damp of the place causing great natural tears to astonishment and wonder, it being the oldest run down their miserable-looking faces. Some of specimen of writing on record ever discovered, them are covered with a black and blue mould, and which verifies scripture in a most wonderful as if like the ship's crew wrecked upon a manner. It has besides occasioned no little desolate island they had grown desperate, and quarrelling, as some are sceptical both as to been quarrelling and beating one another; that the nature of the stone itself and also to the lovely sculpture by Westmacote, Venus with a interpretation of its meaning, so that it appears love in her arms holding a butterfly in its band, likely to prove a bone of contention upon the now opposite to a beggar-woman and her child, modern Olympus. I thought I would go and which before stood in a recess in the upper hear what Dr. Neubauer had to say on the room under a window, the light of which fell subject, so taking my hat and stick in spite of upon the heads of the children, and gave the a lazy inclination to eke away the afternoon in butterfly those iridescent colours which lighten my comfortable arm-chair, I sauntered down and shimmer on a butterfly's wing ; now it St. Giles', which leads to the Taylor Buildings. looks as if some ruthless schoolboy had caught

I never walk down St. Giles-street with its it in his great hot hand, and the colours all quaint houses jutting out one before the other, gone: nothing but an ugly skeleton remains. making fantastic play of light and shadow But more lamentable still, in the dampest, (which you never see in houses straight “like darkest corner are two lovely full-length figures charity children” in a row), without having a by Chantry, which reminds you of the Prince in curious feeling as if I were suddenly transported the “ Arabian Nights” all turned to black back into the sixteenth instead of living in this marble; so disfigured by the damp are they nineteenth century of straight lines and angles. that if they had been carved out of coal they The same when I go past St. John's College, could not be more ebony in hue than are those with the old trees before it and the rooks (with woe-begone figures, who look as if they were a contemptuous disregard of the many foot- enduring a kind of purgatory for their past sins, passengers and noisy carriages of all descrip. But we must leave this part of the Taylor Buildtion), that are quarrelling, making love, and ings, where Rome lies in ruins and where gossiping; one I have no doubt bitterly “ Athens weeping over her lost Ægis” reminds complaining to the other, “How neighbour us that here we have no abiding city; and I Blackfeather has been stealing some of my must now take my gentle readers by the hand sticks which I brought for my nest,” whereupon and conduct them to the large and well-lighted he dies upon poor Blackfeather, who imagined room in which Dr. Neubauer is now beginning that no one had been witness to his pilfering, to explain to us the wonderful stone, a full and a fight ensues, which sends the said sticks length likeness of which hangs up on the wall with feathers and straws flying through the air behind him, not only with the characters inupon the pavement beneath. I have the same scribed, but the very fissures in the stone feeling also when I go into the Taylor Buildings (described by blue lines), which were made by on the right hand; for when you are fairly inside the Arabs in the hope of getting more money you are struck at once by the sight of the most by selling it piecemeal, are faithfully delineated. lovely forms of Grecian Art strewed about in all Hanging by its side was a map of the valley of directions, and it would literally be quite the Jordan, the long narrow strip of land not unpossible to play with "the heads and crowns of like a bottle in shape ; a land almost divested of kings” which lie there in confusion jumbled up vegetation, and covered with patches of yellow with sphynxes, colossal figures, and mutilated green grass, while here and there is an oasis of forms of beauty. There ! a lovely winged figure | bright green, occasioned by some little spring

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which has forced its way bubbling above ground, who had any information that this stone existed making the rest of the valley only look more from the Arabs, who pastured their focks sterile and desolate. On each side of this in the neighbourhood. He sent some of his valley lie the cities and towns formerly inhabited people to take rubbings of the stone, which by the Moabites, to which the stone refers, and however, nearly cost them their lives ; for the these towns it was the constant endeavour of Arabs, who imagined that they had some evil the Israelites to get possession of, and to drive design in touching the stone, set upon them, she inhabitants still further to the south. At and they only just escaped with their lives. Dibon, one of the principal towns, this stone From the fragments which they brought back was found, and all my readers who have ever to M. Ganeau he felt convinced that the stone been into that wonderful picture-room at the was of singular value, and he opened negotiaBodleian library will gain a good idea of the tions with a friendly Shiek. As they will understone by seeing the obelisk which stands in the take nothing without payment beforehand, M. centre (and on which are delineated the captive Ganeau bargained with him to bring him the Israelites); they will, I say, have a good stone for three hundred guineas, giving him two idea of the Moabite Stone, which

hundred on the spot. Nothing of the Shiek or to have been an obelisk in shape. When the stone was beard of for some time, and M. I was listening to Dr. Neubauer I could Ganeau began to despair, when one day be sudnot help wishing that some of our English denly appeared, and with singular honesty relecturers would follow his example, and in- turned the money. It appeared that two Arab stead of " with words like weeds” covering tribes both claimed possession of the stone, and "their subject o'er;" 80 that sometimes you refused to give it up for any consideration; and it quite lose the subject altogether, which only seems also they imagined there was some cabal. crops up at intervals, like stones covered with istic virtue in the stone, which made the French vegetation, they would, like Dr. Neubauer, 80 eager to obtain it. That is the general give a plain account, unembellished by any of opinion they hold when they see Europeans the beauties of rhetoric. When I looked attempting to decipher any inscription, or round the lecture-room and saw round the making explorations of any kind. At last, lecturer the reverend faces of the college dons after great trouble, they were prevailed upon with their quaint gowns, I could not help being to part with the stone, mutilated and broken reminded of the old Roman senators in the about so that it could hardly be deciphered. Forum, their gowns " like the Roman toga" M. Ganeau has published a transcription of adding to the resemblance, and the calm, the stone, supplying lacunæ. It is the oldest quiet, meditative expression of their faces, Phænician inscription ever discovered, being produced by their long and habitual in two thousand seven hundred B.C. What tercourse with books of the best kind, giving is called the Shalmanasar stone ranks next to an expression so different from the disturbed it, being two centuries later. The inscription eager money-loving expression which you so slightly partakes of the character of hieroglyph, often see upon old men's faces who have always just as in geology the conglomerate rocks are a lived in the money-getting mercantile world, mixture of the stratum underlying it, and the and which takes away so much from the sanctity stratum above it. M. Neubauer first gave us an and dignity of old age. One thing has always historical and linguistic bearing of the inscripappeared to me singular--that Germans, unless tion. It begins with an account of Chemosh, they have learned English when quite young, the god of the Moabites, being angry, and he are never able fully to master this language; and said I will desert the tabernacles of Moab;" Dr. Neubauer's English was of the most broken so he departed, and Moab was smitten. Then description. I could bardly at first understand Mesha and all the tributaries had to pay tribute what he meant by." Zie robbings of die stone;" (Kings iii.); but he triumphantly records, upon however, even with this slight drawback, it was the black basalt stone, his rebellions against the a most interesting lecture. He translated to us king. “Then I began to reign, and Chemosh, a kind of diary upon stone, wbich Mesha, the he said unto me, Arise, and take the cities ! King of Moab (see the third chapter of the So I arose, and took Edom and Dibon.” Then second book of Kings), appears to have kept follows the summary of the different towns writing on the stone just as some ladies fill skirting the valley of the Jordan, which Mesha large manuscript-books, with the small details took from the Israelites. In speaking of one of of their everyday life, and which they read in the towns, be says, “I then sacrificed three after years, perhaps with a sigh, as containing hundred women and children to Chemosh, with the account of the happiest part of their lives, which he was well pleased.” Again : "I went they having stepped from the light into the up and took Dibon, and there I sacrificed men, shadow.” This Mesha, it seems, was a sheep women, and children to Ashtaroth, with which master, and had to render to the King of Israel she was well pleased.” It seems strange to read an hundred thousand lambs and an hundred the name of that moon-diademed lady on this thousand rams, with their wool; while Ahab, old stone, the same goddess who supplied who though a wicked king, appears to have Goëthe with his first idea of Faust, as the plot kept a tight hand not only on his own subjects, of the whole story was suggested to him by a but also on his tributaries, kept them in whole- play performed by some strolling players in an some fear of him. M. Ganeau was the first outhouse, which he witnessed when a boy.

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