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his case, and moistening it diligently the young man in a deferential tone,
' No, I don't suppose you do."
happy, and even guilty since this The large and rather flat foot, shin- journey commenced, as if I were a ing in French leather, of the portly traitor and an impostor," said the gentleman in the ample black velvet young man with a burst of impatience. waistcoat, rested on the fender, and "Don't, sir, use phrases which he spoke not a word until his cigar reflect back upon me," said the other, was fairly smoked out, and the stump turning upon him with a sudden of it in the fire. Abruptly he began, sternness. All you have done is by without altering his pose or the di- my direction.” rection of his gaze.
The ample black waistcoat heaved "You need not make yourself more and subsided a little faster than befriendly with any person here than is fore, and the impozing countenance absolutely necessary.”
was turned with pallid fierceness upon He was speaking in French, and in the young man. a low tone that sounded like the toll "I am sorry, uncle." of a distant bell.
“So you should-you'll see one day Young Strangways bowed acqui- how little it is to me, and how much escence.
to you." "Be on your guard with Sir Jekyl Here was a pause. The senior Marlowe. Tell him nothing. Don't turned his face again toward the fire. let him be kind to you. He will have The little flush that in wrath always no kind motive in being so. Fence touched his forehead subsided slowly. with his questions—don't answer He replaced his foot on the fender, them. Remember he is an artful and chose another cigar. man without any scruple. I know “There's a great deal you don't see him and all about him.”
now that you will presently. I did M. Varbarriere spoke each of these not want to see Sir Jekyl Marlowe little sentences in an isolated way, as any more than you did or do ; but I a smoker might, although he was no did want to see this place. You'll longer smoking, between his puffs, know hereafter why. I'd rather not "Therefore, not a word to him-no have met him. I'd rather not be his obligations - 10 intimacy. If he guest. Had he been as usual at catches you by the hand, even by Dartbroke, I should have seen all I your little finger, in the way of friend wanted without that annoyance. It ship, he'll cling to it, so as to impede is an accident his being here-anyour arın, should it become necessary other, his having invited me; but no art it."
false ideas and no trifling chance understand you,
hall regulate, much less stop, the action of that piece of mechanism but with a solemn and thoughtful which I am constructing and will countenance, and they separated for soon put in motion."
the night. And with these words he lighted Next morning as the Rev. Dives his cigar, and after smoking for a Marlowe stood in his natty and unwhile he lowered it, and said exceptionable clerical costume on the
"Did Sir Jekyl put any questions hall-door steps, looking with a pompto you, with a view to learn particu- ous and, perhaps, a somewhat forlars about you or me !"
bidding countenance upon the morn"I don't recollect that he did. I ing prospect before him, his brother rather think not ; but Captain Dray- joined him. ton did."
Early bird, Dives, pick the worm “I know, Smithers ?"
-eh? Healthy and wise already, “Yes, sir."
and wealthy to be. Slept well, eh “With an object !" inquired the * Always well here," answered the elder man.
parson. He was less of a parson and "I think not -- merely imperti- inore like himself with Jekyl than nence ?" answered Guy Strangways. with anyone else. His brother was
"You are right - it is nothing to $) uncomfortably amused with his him. I do not know that even clerical airs, knew him so well, and Marlowe has a suspicion. Absolutely 80 undisguisedly esteemed him of the impertinence."
earth earthy, that the cleric, although And upon this M. Varbarriere the abler as well as the better real began to smoke again with resolution man, always felt invariably a little and energy.
sheepish before him, in his silk rest * You understand, Guy ; you may and single-breasted coat with the be as polite as you please--but no standing collar, and the demi-shovel, friendship--nowhere--you must re- which under other eyes he felt to be main quite unembarri-nel."
imposing properties. Here followed some more smoke, * You look so like that exemplary and after it the question
young man in Watts' hynins, in the “What do you think of the young old-fashioned toggery, Díves-- the fel. lady, Mademoiselle Marlowe ?" low with the handsome round cheeks,
"She sings charmingly, and for the you know, piously saluting the mornrest, I believe she is agreeable; but ing run that's rising with a lot of my opportunities have been very spokes stuck out of it, don't you relittle.
memberi" * What do you think of our fellow "I look like something that's ugly, Jacque-is he trustworthy ?" I dare say," said the parson, who had " Perfectly, so far as I know." not got up in a good temper. “There
"You never saw him peep into never was a Marlowe yei who hadn't letters, or that kind of thing " ugly points about him. But a young " Certainty not."
man, though never so ugly, is rather “ There is a theory which must be a bold comparison--eh seeing I'm investigated, and I should like to em- but two years your junior, Jekyl." ploy him. You know nothing against "Bitterly true--every word--my lain, por do I."
dear boy. But let us be pleasant. " Suppurse we go to our beda!" re. I've had a line to say that old Monid. sumed the old gentleman, havingers is very ill, and really dying this finished his cipar.
time. Just read this melancholy A door at either side opened from little bulletin. tir dressing room, by wb ise fire they With an air which seemed to say, had been kitting.
* well, to please you," he took the * Seo which ro in meint for vin - note and read it. It was from his Jacque wul have placed my things stewari, to mention that the Rev. there."
Abraham Moulders was extremely The young man did as he war bid, ill of his old complaint, and that and inade hus report.
there was something even worse the ** Well
, get you to bed, Guy, anul re- inatter, and that Doctor Winters had member-no friendsłups and no non- said that morning be could sense."
sibly get over this attack And so the old man roar, and shook "Well, Dives, ther companion's hand, But smuing. 'sick and weak, f
have prayers for him at Queen's Chor- “I have not been at a cover for leigh, eh?"
ten years,” answered the reverend Poor old man !” said Dives, so- gentleman, speaking with a consciouslemnly, with his head thrown back, ness of the demi-shovel. and his thick eyebrows elevated a “Well
, come along," continued the little; and looking straight before him baronet. "I want to ask you-let's as he returned the note, “He's very be serious”, (everybody likes to be ill, indeed, unless this reports much serious over his own business). “What too unfavourably."
do you think of these foreign per“Too favourably, you mean,” sug- sonages ?” gested the baronet.
“The elder, I should say an able “But you know, poor old man, it man,” answered Dives; “I dare say is only wonderful he has lived so could be agreeable. It is not easy to long. The old people about there assign his exact rank though, nor say he is eighty-seven. Upon my his profession or business. You reword, old Jenkins says he told marked he seems to know something him, two years ago, himself, he was in detail and technically of nearly eighty-five, and Doctor Winters, no every business one mentions." chicken-just sixty--says his father “Yes; and about the young man was in the same college with him, ---that Mr. Guy Strangways-with at Cambridge, nearly sixty-seven his foreign accent and manner, did years ago. You know, my dear anything strike you about him ?" Jekyl, when a man comes to that * Yes, certainly, could not fail
. The time of life, it's all idle--a mere pull most powerful likeness, I think, I against wind and tide, and every- ever saw in my life.” thing. It is appointed unto all men They both stopped, and exchanged once to die, you know, and the na- a steady and anxious look, as if each tural term is threescore years and expected the other to say more ; and ten. All idle-all in vain !"
after a while the Rev. Dives Marlowe And delivering this, the Rev. added, with an awful sort of nodDives Marlowe shook his head with “Guy Deverell.” a supercilious melancholy, as if the The baronet nodded in reply. Rev. Abraham Moulders holding out “Well, in fact, he appeared to me in that way against the inevitable, something more than like-the same was a piece of melancholy bravadó -identical.” against which, on the part of modest " And old Lady Alice saw him in mortality,it was his sad duty to protest. Wardlock Church, and was made
Jekyl's cynicism was tickled, al- quite ill,” said the baronet gloomily. though there was care at his heart, But you know he's gone these and he chuckled.
thirty years; and there is no necro“And how do you know you have mancy now-a-days; only I wish you any interest in the old fellow's de- would take any opportunity, and try inise ?”
and make out all about him, and The rector coughed a little, and what they want. I brought them flushed, and looked as careless as he here to pump them, by Jove ; but could, while he answered
that old fellow seems deuced reserved “I said nothing of the kind ; but and wary. Only, like a good fellow, you have always told me you meant if you can find or make an opporthe living for me. I've no reason, tunity, you must get the young fellow only your goodness, Jekyl."
on the subject--for I don't care to tell No goodness at all," said Jekyl, you, Dives, I have been devilish unkindly. "You shall have it, of easy about it. There are things that course. I always meant it for you, make me confoundedly uncomfortDives, and I wish it were better, and able; and I have a sort of foreboding I'm very glad, for I'm fond of you, it would have been better for me to old fellow.
have blown up this house than to have Hereupon they both laughed a come here; but ten to one--a hundred little, shaking hands very kindly. to one--there's nothing, and I'm only
"Come to the stable, Dives," said a fool." the baronet, taking his arm. “You As they thus talked they entered must choose a horse. You don't hunt the gate of the stable-yard.
THE DEAD LANGL'AGE.
BY TUE COCATESS OF CIFFONr. Taking sweet counsel, heart from heart,
Walking life's by-road, with Love for guide, All the good gifts be alone can import,
Grew, like the flowers, their path beside. Narrow their world, but sunny its airs,
Full of small joys, that were great to them, Transient sorrows and simple cares
Burs on youth's glittering raiment bem); And innocent hopes, that loomed so large
Thro' the purple mist of their morning-prime, That a kingdom's fate or an empire's charge
Hal laid less weight on the busy time. Living their life dreaming their dream
Thus flowed the golden hours away, Shining and swift as the lapsing stream
In the sand glass turned by a child in play. They had a languare that mocked at rules,
A foolish tongue that was all their own; Its words hadd values unknown to schools
Dear for the sake of a bok op tone. Learned it was not, nor was it wise,
Yet it had purport earnest and true, Full of such playful metonymies !
Figures-which love and the hearer knew ; Gay ellipsis that left to the guess
Tender half-meanings; metaphor bold; Fond hyperbole-saying far less
Than the heart beld or the kind eyes told; Strange pet-names that were nouns unknown,
Epithets-mocking the love-charmed ears, Verles--that had roots in the heart ak ne,
Jests whose memories now bring tearr. For the "strong hours" came, that come to all,
Bearing away on their stormy wings All the poor treasures, great and small,
Love had amassed as his precious things; All the rare joys, on the path they true},
And the cares that look so like joys, when past When one great grief- like the serpent-rod
Hath swallowed all lesser griefs at last : All the rich harvest of mutual thought,
The sweet life-memories--reaped in vain, And last-the language that Lave had taught,
Ne'er to be uttered nor heard again. One was taken--the other left;
Where was the use of that idle lore! Bury it deep in the heart hereft,
Xe'er to be uttered, nor needed more! “What doth it matter ! solemn and sweet
Is the communion the True Life brings ; Love needs no symbols where next we meet,
Hath it not put away earthly things! How should we want these foolish words
Dear as they were to the mortal heart, Burthened with love, whose weakness atfords
No way else its strength to impart!
Was it not thus we had longed to be
Heart and spirit and feeling bare,
As fame leaps to flame in the fervid air !
Freed from the clog of this stifling clay-
Sure of the love we had tried to say.”
Knowing its bitterness, owning its gain-
Blind to the fire-cross o'er us hung,
For one poor word of that lost Love-Tongue !
It being a well understood thing or tribe would be invasions, or pitched among story-tellers and romance battles, or assaults on forts, in which writers, that a hero without obstacles warriors of their own kindred disto surmount and antagonists to over- tinguished themselves. All the ficcome would be but a tame affair; the tional remains of old days that romance-forgers of every people pro- we possess are the compositions vided themselves betimes with a of the latest Gaelic people who obstock of these disagreeable but neces- tained possession of the island. So, sary incidents. The Persian poets their favourite subjects are the created or employed Deevs ; the triumphs obtained over the Danaan Arabians, their Åfrites and other evil enemy, who not only use weapons of genii ; the classic writers made use of bronze and steel, but resort to every the Titans ; the Scalds, the dwellers resource of magic, to abate the in Jotunheim-land of giants, and strength of their enemy, and make the wolf fenris ; their successors, the him an easy prey. In a few tales, trolls and dwarfs; and our own old such as the “Children of Lir," and bards, the Danaan sorcerers; and the the Children of Tuirrean,” the poets people of Lochlann.
dwell with a kind of pitying interest Poetry naturally preceded prose on the fate of the wise and skilful fiction, its first subjects being people, and in the battle of Northern the eulogies of living heroes, re. day Tuir, poet and hearers equally cords of battles, public calamities, wish them well out of the hands of victories over wild beasts, voyages, the terrible African pirates, the &c. It was only in the nature of Fomorach. things, however, that attractive cir- More than once allusion has been cumstances should gradually gather made to the attachment between fairy round true romance, the more to and mortal tribes. The “Son of Evil interest and delight the audiences be. Counsel” was not surprised at being fore whom its recitations were de- asked by the Gruagach to join his livered. The farther the story went forces the next day in the fight with back in time, the more fanciful the Heavy Magic Fog, the Sighe Prince illustration it received, and the filea of Din Aoilig. In later times mortals did not venture to call on his own in- have been caught and used as steeds vention till his stock of true, or partly in clan-battles among the fairies ; but true, subjects were exhausted. Even it is only in the more ancient legends then the personages introduced that we find sighe and mortal troops always belonged to history or tra- fighting side by side. These fictions dition.
may have been the dim and nearly Favourite subjects of every people forgotten memories of alliances beVOL LIV. -SO. CCCLXXXVI.