Flacus' sentence with the truth ing a Miss Nuitford's" portfolios piled agree,

up and filled with letters of Lamb, That palms awarded make men plump to Southey,” &c. These, it may be sus

be, Friend Horace, Haydon soon shall match are some scraps, and odds and ends

pected, have not been used. There in bulk with thee.

of thoughts and speculations which Painters with poets for the laurel vie;

he called “table-talk"—which found But should the laureate band thy claims their way to the Athenæum shortly deny,

after his death. They are headed, Wear thou thine own green palm, Hay- dismally and oddly, “ By the late don, triumphantly.

Elia." Like everything of his, they

*C. L." have a character. To the same jourHow delightful that little diminu. nal he contributed the year of his tive, “Carolagnulus." It is almost death some criticisms on the modern sweeter than his own English names. English painters and their want of Lamb's life has, indeed, to be writ- imagination, leading off with the ten. The materials have grown pro- wild gigrotesque of "M."-Martindigiously. As an instance of unex- and his tribe of “Belshazzar's Feasts" plored grounds, Cottle mentions see- and “Last Judgments."


CHAPTER XI. "What's that matter? There be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day morning ?"-Shakespeare. CHARTIER reached London at about room, he opened a door which led to ten o'clock. The quarter to which he a private room beyond. Here he at was bound was beginning to awake. once became aware of the object of Its foreign inhabitants, men of late his search-a strong heavily built hours and dissipated habits, for the Frenchman, with a round head and most part were enjoying themselves thick neck' like a bull's, and buge in their own peculiar fashion. The sinewy hands. Though named ACdischarged valet made his way to- hille, he was more like one's idea of wards a café restirurant of gorgeous Ajax. He was playing dominoes shabbiness, niched in a dirty court with that intense interest which the Its entrance was narrow; behind a game in question always excites among counter on the right stood a middle- Frenchmen of his class; and was aged French woman, whom her com- easily victimizing his opponent, a patriots considered magnifique" as cunning looking little Englishman to her personal appearance, and who commonly known-on the lurus a was very busy with those horrible non lucendo principle--as Soft Charliquids which the French palate finds ley. This personage united the two delectable. This entrance or ante- professions of tailor and thief. room was full of smokers and ab- Achille Tessier growled recognition sinthe drinkers, male and female; from of his friend, and they began to conthe inner apartment came noxious verse volubly in their own language, culinary fumes. The mixture of the an argot of low Parisian life, entirely two atmospheres would have seemned unintelligible to ordinary listeners intolerable to ordinary men, but was Chartier eagerly urged on his comevidently rather pleasant than other rade the enterprise which had sug. wise to the frequenters of the case. gested itself to his mind when he Chartier gave the lady behind the heard Hugh Mauleverer's order to counter an inquiring look, and re- the carrier. He knew that one of

ceived an affirmative nod; whereupon, the two plate chests was comparaDessing rapidly through the dining. tively light; and he dreamt of mingling revenge with profit, if in any lost some thousands by the failure of way it could be abstracted from the company which he managed. Wickens's waggon. But how to do But if this heavy bird of prey was this? Neither of the two French- doomed to escape, the detective did men could think of a method; so not fail to mark down the covey just they called the tailor into council. on the wing; and, when the train

“Can it be done ?” said he, “why, was off, he telegraphed to the chief of course it can. Get a light spring constable at Riverdale that an Engcart; stop at some public they'll have lishman and two Freuchmen, two of to pass; then ask them in to drink, the party well-known thieves, were in and the thing's done. Oh, it's easy the last carriage but one. Now Riverenough.”

dale is very proud of its chief consta“But the plate goes up to-mor- ble, and with reason.

He was a row," said Chartier. " There's no Cambridge man-third wrangler of time to get a cart and make the his year. He went to the bar, but arrangements.”

got no briefs. His father lost largely “What muffs you Frenchmen are!" by railway speculation; so the young was the little tailor's inward reflection; man went to Australia to try his forbut he did not utter it aloud, having tune. He was moderately successful; much respect for Tessier's enormous but when, after a few years, he refist. "Leave it to me," he said. turned to his native country, he found “We must go down to Riverdale to- that there was no ordinary profession night, that's all. I've a pal there that or occupation open to him. Too old will help us. There's a train in to take any course common to men of about half an hour. Who's got any his position, he was too energetic to money ?"

be idle; and when his father's old "I have--plenty, plenty," said the friend and solicitor, Parker, suggested discharged valet, eagerly.' “Let us his becoming a candidate for the post start at once.”

of chief constable, the idea delighted “Just one go of gin, and I'm your him. And he did the duty admirman,” said the tailor. “None of your ably. Australian adventure superabsinthe, thank you; it don't agree added to Cambridge analysis made with an honest English stomach.” him a capital chief of police. And,

If Soft Charley's stomach was Riverdale being a thieves' metropolis, honest, it was the only part of him he had ample opportunities for showthat deserved the epithet. He and ing his skill. He never missed the his two friends were soon safely slightest : so, when Mr. Somerton's ensconced in a second class carriage telegram reached him, Mr. Severne for Riverdale. On the platform they gave immediate orders for the surwere observed by a gentlemanly veillance of the three travellers. lounger, who was breaking the rules But he was baffled this time. Soft of the company by smoking a capital Charley was quite as quick-sighted cigar; and who, though he seemed to as Somerton, and had recognised the look at nobody, saw everything and detective instantly, and wondered everybody, and could have given a who he was after.” As the time very fair account of all the passen- passed on, however, the strong togers by that train. For a great rail- bacco which he smoked from a short way director, or bank manager, or clay pipe, 'caused him to become resomething of the sort had suddenly flective, and it suddenly flashed disappeared, taking a few thousands upon him that Somerton would be ---fifty or so-for his travelling ex- very likely to telegraph. The train penses; and Somerton, the detective, stopped at few places ; but one of was watching the trains on that line, these was Linthwaite, about five in the hope of arresting the defanl- miles from Riverdale. Here the ter's flight. I am sorry to say he tickets were collected, and here Charfailed; and the brilliant financier has ley promptly decided that they would been living with superb recklessness leave the train. Behold the three in cities where extradition is unknown. rascals, therefore, at about sunrise on His generosity to the poor is a pro- a frosty November morning, deposited verb; and be most liberally sent a at the little roadside station of Linten-pound note to a widow lady, who thwaite. VOL. LXV.-NO..CCCLXXXVI.


"Xuw," said the little tailor, who had become of the two Frenchmen. had become the acknowledged leader The tailor was thinking how be in the enterprise, “you know the should get his work done in RiverBlack Dog public, Chartiers, between dale, so as to leave the town before this and Sauleverer : you and the eleven: he ly no wrans relished the little un go on there and get some idea of another interview with Mr. breakit. It's on the London-road, Severne. Severne himself rode on to and the waggon's sure to pass there. Linthwaite, but could hear nothing I'll go into Riverdale and see my pal.” of the two Frenchmen, whose move.

Meanwhile the train was in River- ments had not been noticed in the dale, and no thieves! The intelli- early morning. So he returned to the gent officer who had been directed to town, and had hardly renched his wait for it, soon ascertained from the head quarters when Soft Charley leit guard that the birds had town at Riverdale in a light spring-cart, Linthwaite, and made his report to drawn by a fast-trotting black pony. the chief constable accordingly. Of The pony's master was driving-a course Mr. Severne saw clearly that notability of Riverdale, keeper of a the evasion of the men at that point little public-house in one of the was an unfavourable argument as to numerous alleys leading to the rope their intentions ; but what could le walk; a prize-fighter, a cricketer, an done! His restless mind would not angler, a betting man, bearing the permit him to accept defeat. He got name of Jonathan Burton. As birds a cup of coffee, ordered his horse, and of a feather flock together, we may rode towards Linthwaite. Half-a- assume that he was a thief. mile from Riverdale he met a man It was late in the afternoon when whose appearance marked him for a Wickens's Waggon reached Maul. thief to the chief constable's keun everer. The burly carrier was there eye. But Soft Charley knew Severne himself, resolved to see the cheris better than Severne knew hiin, and safely started, and some miles on daringly accosted him with

their way. Two men were with him, "Beg pardon, your honour, but how and Hugh Mauleverer had ordered far is it to Riverdale !".

two of his own people to go also. One Some men might have been thrown of these was a groom, the other an off their guard by this question, not under keeper tough fellows both. 80 Severne. He flattered himself The plate seemed safe enough. that he knew a thief thoroughly, could The Black Dog inn is at the identify one by merely looking at his corner, where the road from Maulback, so he said

everer meets the high road from " You came from London by the Riverdale to London. A pleasant blaze mail train with a ticket for River came from its red-latticed bar as the dale. Why did you get out at Lin- wakion reached the turn. At the thwaite

door stood Louis Chartier, laziiy ** Wasn't very well

, your honour," smoking a cigar. Of course he resaid the tailor ; " hoped to get a drop cognised his old fellow-servants, and of brandy somewhere."

asked them to come in and drink. "And what have you dose with * All right," said Wickens, . who your companions, the Frenchmen i" was riding a cob; "you go in and

" Never saw any Frenchnen, your have a glas to warm you. I'll wait honour : came down all by mywif to outside. I never drink, you know." try to get work here. times arr terrible Here was a rizlit complication. hard in Lanion. I'm a tailer by (hartier could not urge him to come trade, and should be very glad of your in without exciting suspicion. But honour could give ne a littie job." Soft Charley was equal to the occa

“Call at my house at eleven sion. He and Burton and Tessier o'clok," said Severne, hnuing him lins were conera': in the shadow thrown address

by the stabies; when Chartier and Both parties to this dame were the other men were gone in, he whisrather plásitu; but the falor . pered to the Freneluun The chief catolic as ben de to- * Pull that stout felv eff Line warıls Linthwaite, purplead himself borse. Catch him by the throat that *.the rain speculations as to what he maya't mtvah."

It was done in an instant. At the was completely puzzled by Wickens's same moment Chartier, who had disappearance. slipped away from his guests in Hugh had ridden from Riverdale order to see what was going on, came Court without a groom. He ordered to the assistance of the other two, the man who had come with the and they lifted the smaller chest waggon to mount Wickens's cob, and from the waggon into the spring- follow him. Then he pushed his cart. Meanwhile Tessier, an adept black hunter, Thunderbolt, into a galin such matters, had gagged Wickens lop, taking the road towards London. with a piece of rope, shut him into Meanwhile, the thieves were not the stable, and taken away the key, perfectly satisfied with their posiwhich happened to be in the door. tion. Four men and a plate-chest The four men inside were too busy are rather a pull on the energies of a with their beer to notice any slight pony. They scarcely thought any noise. In a few minutes, however, single man would start in pursuit; Chartier's absence was observed, and but somebody would mount Wickens's one of them said,

coband give information to the county “Hollo! Where's the French- police. The little tailor's scheme was man ?"

to get into a quiet by-way, break “Out talking to master, I dare open the chest, divide among themsay," was the reply; and they went selves the more portable articles, on with their beer.

burying the rest, and then separate. Half-an-hour might have passed Burton knew well that if he did not when a horseman rode rapidly up to get back to Riverdale in a few hours, the doorway of the Black Dog. the keen-sightedchief constable would It was Hugh Mauleverer. He had suspect him. So they drove on as been dining with Lord Riverdale, fast as possible to where a network and intended to sleep at the Court; of lanes was connected with the highbut somehow or other a vague fancy road, intending to seek safety in the had stolen into his brain, connecting, labyrinth. in an inexplicable way, the plate- The night was dark. The little chests he had sent to London with pony held on gallantly. But Thunthe sinister look he had noticed on derbolt's mighty stride was rapidly Chartier's countenance. He laughed bringing Hugh Mauleverer towards at the idea as intensely absurd, and them, the groom on Wickens's cob betried indeed to persuade himself that ing nearly half-a-mile behind. Hugh he had some other reason for leaviny Mauleverer had a revolver in his the pleasant company of Lady Vivian pocket, and with that and his heavy and her father, and riding a good hunting whip he had not much fear many miles on a cold, cheerless No- as to the result of the encounter. vember night. As he neared the When he caught a glimpse of the town, he noticed a waggon standing cart in the darkness he rapidly reat the door of the Black Dog; so, solved how to act. He pulled Thunpulling up sharp, he shouted to the derbolt into a trot, rode forward till landlord. His well-known voice he found himself abreast of the brought everybody to the door. thieves, and then fired at the pony's

“Well," he said, recognising the head. The poor little animal fell dead men from Mauleverer, " this is care- at once, and the four men were thrown less work. Where's Mr. Wickens ?" into the road. "Confound it,” thought

“He's here, sir, with Louis,” said Hugh, “I'd rather have shot one of the groom.

those scoundrels than the pony." But neither Wickens nor Chartier Pulling up Thunderbolt right in front was to be found, and an inspection of them, he said, in a loud voiceof the waggon showed that the “You can run away or not as you smaller chest was gone. The cob like. I know some of you, at any was there ; but nobody thought of rate. There are five more barrels looking for the unlucky carrier in the ready for you, if you mean fighting.” stable, where he was locked. When But they meant nothing of the Hugh' heard from the landlord that sort. Soft Charley, who being a light there had been a spring-cart at the weight, fell soft, had already stolen house, he at once saw how the rob- away. Burton saw that his chance of bery had been committed, though he escape was lost, as his pony and cart must be identified. Tessier, though spring-cart, and the plate-chest and a Herculean brute, was not murder- three of the thieves were conveyed to ously inclined. Chartier had a pistol, places of safety. But Soft Charley and would have fired at his master; was not to be found. He coolly but, luckily for Hugh, his right arm walked back to Riverdale, which he was broken by his fall. The fatal rightly thought the very last place shot bad not been fired many minutes in which the police would look for before the tramp of horses was heard; him. I forget the sentences proand there arrived on the scene of nounced on Chartier and Tessier and action the groom, Mr. Chief-Constable Burton ; and the only important fact Severne, and a mounted policeman. in connexion with the affair is, that For the indefatigable chief-constable Hugh's discharged valet managed had heard that Burton who was somehow to escape from his custochronically suspected) had left River- dians, and was set loose again, with dale in his spring.cart, in company hatred more rancorous than ever for with a person of dubious appearance; the man who had foiled his schemes so be resolved on an evening ride in of revenge. How he regretted that search of his favourite game.

broken arm, which deprived him of Wickens's cob was put into the the luxury of murder !

"God save you, merry gentlemen! Let nothing you dismay;
And joyous be your festival this boly Christmas Day:
And let the yule log blaze away, and scare the midnight gloom,
While the winter wind is howling outside your pleasant room;
And let the ruddy wine flash up, and jocund song go round,
While the waits their ancient music bring, and the boisterous bells resound:
For lo! it is the time of joy-of Christ, our Saviour's birth,

Who was the first true gentleman that ever trod this earth. --OW Carol. CHRISTMAS had come in the antique hair. Her fur-trimmed driving jacket fashion. There had been a heavy showed a piquant figure-her white fall of snow, succeeded by a sharp gauntlets a shapely little hand. The frust. Hunting was stopped, and the traveller carried away a mental phoskate rang musically on the frozen tograph of Lily. pools, and the robin-redbreast invited The up-train started a minute or himself to breakfast everywhere. two before the arrival of the down Mr. Grey spent Chtistmas Eve with train, so the stranger was gone his daughter, at Cedar Cottage, hav. when Mr. Grey arrived, chilled by ing to leare the next morning for his forty mile ride ; but when he and some country hour. Lily drove over his daughter had exchanged greetings, to Henley-on-Thames to meet him; and the pony was trotting away toand her pony-carriage was standing wards ('edar Cottage, Lily said at the station as a fly arrived with a " Oh, papa, I wish you could have gentleman for the np-train. It was a seen a gentleman that came to go by sufficiently shabby fly; but about the the train just now. I never saw such gentleman there was no touch of shab a handsome man.” biness. He was an unmitigated aris. "Why, Lily," laughed her father, toetat

. He carried hus bead haugh. "is it a case of love at first sight i tily, as if he were a king of men. What was he like !" Histnan-servaat had plenty to do with * Very tall, papa, with blue eyes, portmantrans, gun-canta, cats, wrap and light hair, and be looked so trepers; and while these things were mendously proud- I don't mean unattended to, the traveller lighted a pleasantly prouil

, you know, but as if cigar, and walkol up and down in the he wasn't afraid of anybody or anysnow, occasionally glancing at the thing. I should like to know who he young lady in the basket carriage is. He looked like a duke, at least." She was a pretty pirture: her cheeks " Had be got on his coronet, Lily, just reddeded by the kicks of the or did he wear the strawberry leaves north-east wind, which trased over outside his hat !" her shoulder a tress or two of fair Ah, you're laughing at me, papa;

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