most of my dearest ties on earth, and "Look at that old lady costumed cannot expect to remain much longer in mourning, in the seat in the galbehind them."

lery with the yellow marble tablet It was odd, but the repulsion was and two angels--do you see on the still active, while at the same time wall behind. That is Lady Alice she was already, after a fashion, open- Redeliffe. I'll tell you more about ing her heart to him.

her by-and-by." It was not easy to frame an answer, “By-and-by," as Guy Strangways on the moment, to this strange ad. had come to know, indicated in M. dress. He could only say, as again Varbarriere's vocabulary, that period he bowed low

which was the luminous point in his "I do recollect, Lady Alice, having perspective, at which his unexplained seen you in Wardlock Church. My hints and proceedings would all be uncle, Monsieur Varbarriere" - cleared up. "The sudden rush of these

At this point the handsome young recollections and surmises in such a gentleman broke down. His uncle presence, overcame Guy Strangways, had whispered him, as they sat side and he changed colour and becaine by side



SOMS TALK OF A SURVEY OF THE GREEN CHAMBER The old lady, however, understood sunset, leaning on the arm of the nothing of the causes of his sudden young man, who could not refuse this embarrassment, and spoke again. courtesy to the garrulous old lady,

“Will you forgive an old woman although contrary to his prudent refor speaking with so little reserve !- solutions, it retained him so near to your voice, too, sir, so wonderfully Beatrix. resembles it-wonderfully.”

"And, Mr. Strangways, it is not Old Lady Alice dried her eyes a every day, you know, I can walk out; little here, and Guy, who felt that his and Trixie bere will sometimes bring situation might soon become very her work into the boudoir--and it nearly comical, said very gently- you would pay me a visit there, and

There are, I believe, such like- read or talk a little, you can't think nesses. I have seen one or two such what a kindness you would do me !" myself.” And then to Beatrix, aside, What could he say but hear and "Äly presence and these recollec-smile, and declare how happy it would tions, I fear, agitate Lady Alice." make him. Although here, too, he

But the old lady interposed in a saw danger to his wise resolutions. softened tone, " No, sir ; pray don't But have not the charities of society go; pray remain. You've been walk their claims ! ing, fishing. What a sweet day, and These were the parting words as charming scenery near here. I know they stood on the stone platform, unit all very well." In my poor girl's der the carved armorial bearings of lifetime, I was a great deal here. the Marlowes, at the hall.door; and She was very accomplished-she drew old Lady Alice, when she reached her beautifully-poor thing; my pretty room, wept softer and happier tears Beatrix here is very like her. You than had wet her cheeks for many a can't remember your poor manma ! year. No, hardly."

This red sunset beam that bad All this time Lady Alice was, with lighted the group we have just been aristocratic ill-breeding, contemplat- following, glanred through the wining the features of Guy Strangways, dows of M. Vai barriere's dressing. as she might a picture, with saddened room, and l.glated up a letter he was eyes. She was becoming accustomed at thnt moment reading. It said to the apparition. It had almost * The woman to whom you refer is ceased to frighten her; and she liked still living. We heard fully about it even, as a help to memory. her last year, and we are informed

Five minutes later she was walk by a recent letter inquiring, in according feebly up and down the plateau, ance with your instructions--is now in the last level beams of the genial in the service of Lady Alice Redcliffe,

of Wardlock, within easy reach of earnest ” emphasis. "If you satisfy Marlowe. We found her, as we me during our stay in this house I thought, reliable in her statements, will make you a present of five thouthough impracticable and obstinately sand francs—you comprehend ?-this reserved ; but that is eight years day three weeks. I am curious in since. She was, I think, some way my way as you are in yours. Let us past fifty then."

see whether your curiosity cannot M. Varbarriere looked up here, and subserve mine. In the first place, on placed the letter in his pocket, be the honour of a gentleman-your faholding leis valet entering.

ther was a Captain of Chasseurs, and "Come in, Jacques," exclaimed the his son will not dishonour him—you ponderous old gentleman, in the ver- promise to observe the strictest silence nacular of the valet.

and secrecy." He entered gaily bowing and smil- Jacques bowed and smiled deferening

tially; their eyes met for a moment, * Well, my friend,” he exclaimed and Monsieur Varbarriere saidgood-humouredly, you look very

“You need not suppose anything so huppy, and no wonder—you a lover serious-mon ami-there is no tragedy of beauty, are fortunate in a house or even fourberie intended. I have where so much is treasured.”

heard spiritual marvels about that " Ah! Monsieur mocks me. But apartment; I am inquisitive. Say, I there are many beautiful ladies as- am composing a philosophy and writsembled here, my faith !"

ing a book on the subject, and I want " What do you think of Lady Jane some few facts about the proportions Lennox ?"

of it. See, here is a sketch-oblong “Oh, heavens ! it is an angel !" square-that is the room. You will

And only think ! she inhabits, all visit it-you take some pieces of cord alone, that terrible green cham- --you measure accurately the distance ber!" exclaimed the old gentleman, from this wall to that-you see?-the with an unwonted smile, “I have length; then from this to this—the just been wondering about that breadth. If any projection or recess, green chamber, regarding which so you measure its depth or prominence many tales of terror are related, and most exactly. If there be any door trying from its outward aspect to or buffet in the room, beside the enform some conjecture as to its in- trance, you mark where. You also terior, you understand, its construc- measure carefully the thickness of tion and arrangements

. It interests the wall at the windows and the door. me so strangely. Now, I dare say, I am very curious, and all this you by this time so curious a sprite as shall do.' you-so clever-so potent with that The courier shrugged, and smiled, fair sex who hold the keys of all that and pondered. is worth visiting, there is hardly a “Come, there may be difficulties, nook in this house, from the cellar to but such as melt before the light of the garret, worth looking at, into your genius and the glow of this," which you have not contrived a peep and he lifted a little column of a during this time?".

dozen golden coins between his finger “Ah, my faith! Monsieur does me and thumb. too much honour. I may have been “Do you think that when we, the possibly; but I do not know to which visiters, are all out walking or drivof the rooms they accord that name.” ing, a chamber-maid would hesitate

Now, upon this, M. Varbarriere for a couple of these counters to facidescribed to him the exact situation litate your enterprise and enable you of the apartment.

to do all this? Bah! I know them “And who occupies the room at too well.” present, Monsieur ?

"I am flattered of the confidence "Lady Jane Lennox, I told you." of Monsieur. I am ravi of the op

“Oh! then I am sure I have not portunity to serve him." been there. That would be impos- There was something perhaps cysible."

nical in the imposing solemnity of “But there must be no impossi- gratitude with which M. Varbarriere bility here," said the old gentleman, accepted these evidences of devotion. with a grim “half joke and whole "You must so manage that she will VOL. LXV.-NO. CCCLXXXVII.


suppose nothing of the fact that it is embarrassment in Jacques' countenI who want all these foolish little ance. pieces of twine," said the grave gen- So with a little effort and as much tleman; "she would tell everybody. gaiety as he could command, Jacques What will you say to her ?” related tolerably truly what had passed

“Ah, Monsieur, please, it will be in the stable-yard. Margerie. She is a charming rogue, A lurid flush appeared on the old and as discreet as myself. She will man's forehead for a moment, and he assist, and I will tell her nothing but rang out fiercelyfibs; and we shall make some money And why the devil, sir, did you -she and I together-in the ser- not mention that before ?" vants'-hall. She shall talk of the "I was not aware, Monsieur, it was ghosts and the green chamber, and I of any importance," he answered, dewill tell how we used to make wagers ferentially. who would guess, without having seen “ Jarques you must tell me the it, the length of such a room in the whole truth-did he make you a preChateau Mauville, when we were senti" visiting there-how many windows--- “ No, Monsieur." how high the chimneypiece; and then " He gave you nothing then or the nearest guesser won the pool. since ?" You see, Monsieur-you understand? Pasun sous, Monsieur-nothing." - Margery and I, we will play this " Has he promised you anything?" little trick. And so she will help me "Nothing, Monsieur." to all the measurements without shar- “But you understand what he ing of my design quite simply."

means ?" "Sir, I admire your care of the “Monsieur will explain himself.” young lady's simplicity," said M. Var- “ You understand he has made you barriere, sardonically. “You will an offer in case you consent to transprocure all this for me as quickly as fer your service." you can, and I shan't forget my pro- Monsieur commands my allemise."

giance," Jacques was again radiantly grateful. "You have only to say so if you

“Jacques, you have the character wish it." of being always true to your chief. I "Monsieur is my generous chief. I never doubted your honour, and I will not abandon him for a stranger show the esteem I hold you in by --never, while he continues his goodundertaking to give you five thou- ness and his preference for me." sand francs in three weeks' time, "Well, you belong to me for a provided you satisfy me while here. month, you know, by our agreement. It would not cost me much, Jacques, After that you may consider what to make of you as good a gentleman you please. In the meantime be true as your father."

to me; and not one word, if you Jacques here threw an awful and please, of me or my coucernis to any. indestribable devotion into his coun- body. tenance.

"Certainly, Monsieur. I shall be "I don't say, mind you, I'll do it found a man of honour now as only that if I pleased I very easily always." might. You shall bring me a little "I have no doubt, Jacques; as I plan of that room, including all the told you, I know you to be a gentlemeasurements I have mentioned, if man-I rely upon you." possible to-morrow-the sooner the M. Varbarriere looked rather grimly better; that to begin with. Enough into his eye as he uttered this comfor the present. Stay; have you had pliment; and when the polite little any talk with Sir Jekyl Marlowe - gentleman had left the room, M.Varyou must be quite frank with me - barriere bethought him how very little has he noticed you !".

he had to betray--how little he knew " He has done me that honour." about him, his nephew, and his plans; "Frequently !"

and although he would not have liked "Once only, Monsieur."

his inquiries to be either baulkeri or "Come, let us hear what passed." discloned, he could yet mentally snap M. Varbarriere had traced a slight his fingers at Monsieur.

A GROUP OF NEW NOVELS. UNDER existing circumstances circu- that one young person of our acquainlating librarians may claim the com- tance (we shall not mention the sex) miseration of a good-natured public. drove the Mudie of our locality A branch of business always attended (nor say we where it is) to the with peculiar risks must, at pre- verge of lunacy by the incessancy of sent, be prosecuted with almost a his, or her, applications for all the certainty of loss. When books were tales whose names hit the tormenfewer, especially novels, and when tor's fancy in a regular daily examinareaders had more critical taste, it tion of the advertising columns of was comparatively easy to provide the l'imes. By an assiduous dunning by anticipation for a demand that which applied to the worst pay, in obeyed some sort of ascertained law. Christendom must have succeeded in There were a dozen books or so every ultimately reducing the amount of season, of which the caterers of the his “indebtedness," a fabulous numliterary commodities girlhood delights ber of quite-new books were extractin-and older folks, too, men and ed from the impoverished lender, to women, are not guiltless of an occa- be toyed with

an hour or two, and sional hankering after, a hankering flung aside. The story is told of a gratified with a decorous caution as hotel-keeper who paid a regular to time and place-were obliged to allowance to a man of enormous have a substantial store ; but now-a- appetite, in consideration of the pen. days the generous distributor of hot- sionary's not dining at his table pressed volumes is fairly at his wit's d'hôte, and there are librarians who end. We are not in the secrets of would find it an economy to bribe the trade, but have witnessed the certain of their patrons with a consirapid growth of new shelving in our derable sum to transfer their favours favourite morning resort, and the to a rival establishment. lengthening array of gaudy fiction, with The trade of fiction-writing, how“sensational” titles in attractively ever, flourishes apace, and there quaint gilt lettering, and marked the would be no good reason for attemptgrowing voracity of subscribers, and ing to restrict it. Many very worthy their caprices and impatience, and and very clever people are benefited reflected as solemnly as if our own by it in pocket, and the harm done money were at stake in the concern to youthful readers, even by the most on the unprofitableness of this com- exciting plot or incident, is not such pulsory extension of premises and of as philosophers of the severe school stock.

The librarian is, in fact, represent. But for our novelists, assailed by a conspiracy of unhappy indeed, in this hard and practical age, influences. The newspapers never we should become more selfish and reviewed so much or so promptly. much less social. The story-writer's People never before read the jour- influence is softening always, if not nals so extensively. The public always elevating in a rigidly moral learn just so much of the new novel sense. He brings us into an ideal before it is a week out as to be fret- world, and even his exaggerations in ful at a day's delay in procuring it. matters of sentiment ought to cultiTen to one when obtained it is only vate, and generally do, tenderness glanced at, and returned next morn- and fidelity. The clever author of a ing, with a fresh demand for a newer recent lecture on the “Nationalities excitement. We vouch for the fact of the United Kingdom," a Scotch

"Sedgely Court;" A Tale. By the author of "Fanny Hervey." William Blackwood and Sons, Edinburgh and London.

“Yaxley and its Neighbourhood.” By the author of "Myself and my Relatives." London: Ť. C. Newby. " Tony Butler,” 3 vols. William Blackwood and Sons, Edinburgh and London. "Luttrell of Arran." By Charles Lever. London: Chapman and Hall. “The Doctor's Wife.” Ky Miss E. Braddon. London: Maxwell and Co.

man, moreover, who, from the cha- “Sedgely Court" we shall say at once racter of his inind, would be the last to that, for a long time, we have read go astray in a hasty approval of an no tale that has so charmed us. unwholesome class of books, remarks We know nothing of the author, and that, “ In these utilitarian days there the dedication to “ her dear nieces," is an unquestionable tendency to when our eye lit upon it, after we had swallow up the poetical in the prac- perused the greater part of volume I., tical, and to extinguish all 'that rather surprised us, for the whole consavours of beauty or sentiment, byception of the story is bold, and the giving an unqualified preference to working out in vigorous keeping with bare, bald matter-of-fact." "Surely," it. To those who understand the Mr. Seton continues, "we have all a Scottish idiom, and can appreciate sufficient supply of that highly fa- genuine Scottish humour, this volume voured element in the daily business will afford most interest. In spite of of life, and I trust the day is far dis- Sidney Smith, Dr. Johnson, and whotant in which the cultivation of the soever else may have denied to the imagination will be entirely super- Scotch the possession of humour, we seded by scientific manuals and hand- maintain that our northern friends books of useful knowledge.” Among are by no means deficient in appreci. the novels produced within the last ation of wit and fun. The "solemn five years, there are a goodly number Highlandman" is not the true type fit to take place with the best works of a Scot in this respect. Vor should of imagination, and some that will, we be inclined to rest much on the no doubt, live for a generation at humour of such a specimen, in Seot. least. But then it must be confessed tish literature, as Christopher North; that many bad and stupid books have but whilst Scotland has her Burns, been recently thrown on our tablea, ber Galt, and Scott, she cannot le and even putied into a temporary im- denied a large share of the quality portance, that the public taste has people have hantily conspired to deny been debauched by them, and that her. In “Sevgely' ('ourt" we have a this year has witnessed a more rapid (aptain Beatra of Balbeaton, a resuccession of these dismally common- tired military officer and Scottish place performances, written, as a suit laird, living near St. Andrew's, brave, of clothes is made, to order, and in- spirited, and well descended, but debted for their existence entirely “ower fond” of the society of the to the circulating library demand. neighbouring town, which affects the Among the evil effects of those books, "L'nion Parlour," where sundry in addition to the traders' embarrass- games are played, to the Captain's ment which their very number causes, Boss generalls. Beaton is married to there is the fact that they stand in a lady of high famıly. Miss Arundel, the way of good novels, robbing de- of Sedgely l'ourt, and has an only serving authors of their just fame and daughter, Katharine, the heroine, wio profit. The drift of these remarks, has been carefully edu ated by a Mias accordingly, is to impress upon our Hope, a strung minded not in a Social brother critics that, for the sake of Science sen, woman and model goauthors and readers, not forgetting verneut Captain Beaton wears aut the puzzled booksellers of provincial rapidly, the dire rapidly as his wife, towns, it is our duty to separate the a strictly going poe**), who murns wheat more carefully from the chaff, his hadits in ret, and becomes and rather guide the publie by indi. mopone in her pity, dus nothing to cating what is sound and exerilent, make his life more aceeable. In the than occupy time fruitlessly in ex: first viimehedies. Min Hope is next posing the faults of bwks ihat lad married to a Scottish mini-ter, sound better be permitted to go quietly to in doctrine, blameirss in lite, lut exthe trunk-maker.

tri mely emple and wnsitive. Un We believe we are acting in strict Beaton als passes of the retne, comaccordance with our own rule in bring mething her daughter to the care of ing under notice the looks on wlash her brither at Seugely court, in Kent, a few words follow. They hare vari- whither she repairs, and where she ous degrees of merit, as of style, works a reformation almost immedibut are all in a rank far above the ately by reconciling an old husband publishers'-manufactory novel of and a much younger wife. It is in this

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