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It is the grey of the evening. Fair- "Not a crumb, you unprincipled thorn is sauntering somewhat sullenly beggars," growled the musician. along the banks of the lake. He has You imagine that mankind are to missed, the last three days, his walk have no other thought but that of with Sophy-missed the pleasing ex- supplying you with luxuries! And citement of talking at her, and of the if you were asked, in a competitive family in whose obsoleté glories he examination, to define Me, your beneconsiders her very interest an obtru- factor, you would say—'a thing very sive impertinence. He has missed, low in the scale of creation, without too, his more habitual and less irri- wings or even feathers, but which tating conversation with Darrell. In Providence endowed with a peculiar short, altogether he is put out, and instinct for affording nutritious and he vents his spleen on the swans, palatable additions to the ordinary who follow him along the wave as

aliment of Swans!' Ay, you may he walks along the margin, intimat- grunt; I wish I had you—in a pie !" ing either their affection for himself, Slowly, out through the gap beor their anticipation of the bread tween yon grey crag and the thorncrumbs associated with his image- tree, paces the doe, halting to drink by the amiable note, half snort and just where the faint star of

eve shoots half grunt, to which change of time its gleam along the wave. The musior climate has reduced the vocal cian forgets the swans and quickens accomplishments of those classical his pace, expecting to meet the doe's birds, so pathetically melodious in wonted companion. He is not disapthe age of Moschus and on the banks pointed. He comes on Guy Darrell of Cayster.

where the twilight shadow falls darkVOL. LXXXV.-20. DXIX,


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est between the grey crag and the a bit off the gradite, one only breaks thorn-tree.

one's spade against the pride.". “Dear Fellow Hermit,” said Dar- “ Pride :--you too!" muttered Darrell, almost gaily, yet with more than rell

, mournfully; then aloud, “No, usual affection in his greeting and it is not pride now, whatever it might voice, "you find me just when I have been even yesterday. But I would want you. I am as one whose eyes rather be racked by all the tortures have been strained by a violent con- that pious inquisitors ever invented flict of colours, and your quiet pre- out of compassion for obstinate heresence is like the relief of a return to tics, than condemn the woman I have green. I have news for you, Fair- 80 fatally loved to a penance the thorn. You, who know more of my misery of which she cannot foresee. secrets than any other man, shall be She would accept me,-certainly ! the first to learn a decision that must Why? Because she thinks she owes bind you and me more together, but me reparation--because she pities not in these scenes, Dick.

me. And my heart tells me that I

might become cruel, and mean, and *Ibimus-ibimus!

vindictive, if I were to live day by Supremum Carpere iter, comites, parati !'”

day with one who created in me,

while my life was at noon, a love “What do you mean, sir ?” asked never known in its morn, and to feel Fairthorn. “My mind always mis- that that love's sole return was the gives me when I hear you quoting pity vouchsafed to the nightfall of Horace. Some reflection about the my age. No; if she pitied, but did certainty of death, or other disagree- not love me, when, eighteen years ago, able subjects, is sure to follow !"" we parted under yonder beech tree,

“Death! No, Dick-not now. I should be a dotard to dream that Marriage-bells and joy, Dick! We woman's pity mellows into love as shall have a wedding !”

our locks become grey, and Youth "What! You will marry at last ! turns our vows into ridicule. It is And it must be that beautiful Caro- not pride that speaks here; it is line Lyndsay! It must-it must! rather humility, Dick. But we must You can never love another! You not now talk of old age and bygones. know it, my dear, dear master! I Youth and marriage - bells, "Dick ! shall see you, then, happy before I Know that I have been for hours die."

pondering how to reconcile with my "Tut, foolish old friend !” said old-fashioned notions dear Lionel's Darrell, leaning his arm tenderly on happiness. We must think of the Fairthorn's shoulder, and walking on living as well as the dead, Dick. I slowly towards the house. “How have solved the problem. often must I tell you that no mar- happy, and so shall the young folks riage-bells can ring for me !"

be. “But you have told me, too, that “You don't mean to say that you you went to Twickenham to steal will consent to--" a sight of her again ; and that it “Yes, to Lionel's marriage with was the sight of her that made you that beautiful girl, whose parentage resolve to wed no one else. Ard we never will ask. Great men are when I have railed against her for their own ancestors;

why not sometickleness, have not you nearly fright- times fair women? Enough–I conened me out of my wits, as if no one sent! I shall of course secure to my might rail against her but yourself? kinsman and his bride an ample forAnd now she is free--and did you tune. Lionel will have time for his not grant that she would not refuse honeymoon before he departs for the your hand, and would be true and He will fight with good heart faithful henceforth? And yet you now, Dick. Young folks of the insist on being-granite !"

present day cannot bear up against "No, Dick, not granite ; I wish I sorrow, as they were trained to do

in mine, And that amiable lady Granite and pride" persisted who has so much pity for me, has, of Dick, courageously. "If one chips course, still more pitý for a charming


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young couple for whose marriage she to the dead, Dick ! And the old schemed, in order to give me a home, house thus becomes useless. The Dick. And rather than she should new house was ever a folly. They pine and fall ill, and—no matter ; all must go down both, as soon as the shall be settled as it should be for young folks are married ;- not a the happiness of the living. But stone stand on stone! The ploughsomething else must be settled; we share shall pass over their sites ! must think of the dead as well as the And this task I order you to see living; and this name of Darrell done. I have not strength. You shall be buried with me in the grave will then hasten to join me at Sorbeside my father's. Lionel Haugh- rento, that corner of earth on which ton will keep to his own name. Live Horace wished to breathe his last the Haughtons ! Perish, but with sigh. no blot on their shield-perish the

Ille te mecum locus et beatæ Darrells! Why, what is that? Tears,

Postulant arces-ibi-tuDick ? Pooh -be a man! And I want all your strength; for you, too, "Don't, sir, don't. Horace again! must have a share in the sacrifice. It is too much." Fairthorn was What follows is not the dictate of choking ; but as if the idea prepride, if I can read myself aright. sented to him was really too monNo; it is the final completion and strous for belief, he clutched at surrender of the object on which so Darrell with so uncertain and vebemuch of my life has been wasted- ment a hand that he almost caught but a surrender that satisfies my him by the throat, and sobbed out, crotchets of honour. At all events, “You must be joking.” if it be pride in disguise, it will de- “Seriously and solemnly, Richard mand no victim in others; you and Fairthorn,” said Darrell, gently disI may have a sharp pang—we must entangling the fingers that threatened bear it, Dick."

him with strangulation. “Seriously “What on earth coming now?" and solemnly I have uttered to you said Dick, dolefully.

my deliberate purpose. I implore “The due to the dead, Richard you, in he name of our lifelong Fairthorn. This nook of fair Eng. friendship, to face this pain as I do land, in which I learned from the resolutely, cheerfully. I implore dead to love honour - this poor you to execute to the letter the indomain of Fawley-shall go in be- structions I shall leave with you on quest to the College at which I was quitting England, which I shall do reared."

the day Lionel is married ; and then, “Sir!"

dear old friend, calm days, clear con“It will serve for a fellowship or sciences :- In climes where whole two to honest, brave-hearted young races have passed away-proud cities scholars. It will be thus, while themselves sunk in graves-where English institutions may last, devot- our petty grief for a squirearch's lost ed to Learning and Honour. It may house we shall both grow ashamed sustain for mankind some ambition to indulge--there we will moralise, more generous than mine, it appears, rail against vain dreams and idle ever was—settled thus, not in mine, pride, cultivate vines and orangebut my dear father's name, like the trees, with Horace-nay, nay, Dick Darrell Museum. These are my dues with the FLUTE !”


More bounteous run rivers when the ice that locked their flow melts into their waters.

And when fine natures relent, their kindness is swelled by the thaw.

Darrell escaped into the house; started up; a thought came into his Fairthorn sank upon the ground, and brain—a hope into his breast. He resigned himself for some minutes to made a caper-launched himself into unmanly lamentations. Suddenly he a precipitate zigzag-gained the balldoor-plunged into his own mysteri- shall go up-stairs to our sick friend ous hiding-place—and in less than an for a few minutes ; may I find you hour re-emerged, a letter in his hand, here when I come back? Your visit with which he had just time to catch to him can follow mine." the postman, as that functionary was On entering Waife’s room, Darrell striding off from the back-yard with went straight forward towards Sophy, the official bag.

and cut off her retreat. This exploit performed, Fairthorn “Fair guest,” said he, with a grace shambled into his chair at the dinner- and tenderness of manner which, table, as George Morley concluded when he pleased it, could be ineffably the grace which preceded the meal bewitching," teach me some art by that in Fairthorn's estimation usually which in future rather to detain than made the grand event of the passing to scare away the presence in which day. But the poor man's appetite a duller age than mine could still was gone. As Sophy dined with recognise the charms that subdue the Waife, the Morleys alone shared, with young." He led her back gently to host and secretary, the melancholy the seat she had deserted-placed entertainment. George was no less himself next to her addressed a few silent than Fairthorn ; Darrell's man- cordial queries to Waife about his ner perplexed him. Mrs Morley, not health and comforts—and then said, admitted into her husband's confi- You must not leave me for some dence in secrets that concerned others, days yet. I have written by this though in all his own he was to her post to my kinsman, Lionel Haughconjugal sight pellucidior vitro, was ton. I have refused to be his ambasthe chief talker; and, being the best sador at a court in which, by all the woman in the world, ever wishing to laws of nations, he is bound to subsay something pleasant, she fell to mit himself to his conqueror. I canpraising the dear old family pictures not even hope that he may escape that scowled at her from the wall, with his freedoin. No! chains for and informed Fairthorn that she had life! Thrice happy, indeed, if that made great progress with her sketch be the merciful sentence you inof the old house as seen from the flict.” lake, and was in doubt whether she He raised Sophy's band to his lips should introduce in the foreground as he ended, and before she could some figures of the olden time, as in even quite comprehend the meaning Nash's View's of Baronial Mansions. of his words—so was she startled, But not a word could she coax out confused, incredulous of such sudden of Fairthorn ; and when she turned change in fate--the door had closed to appeal to Darrell

, the host sud- on Darrell, and Waife had clasped denly addressed to George a question her to his breast, murmuring, "Is as to the texts and authorities by not Providence kind ?” which the Papal Church defends its Darrell rejoined the

the scholar. doctrine of Purgatory. That entailed "George," said he, " be kind enough a long, and no doubt erudite reply, to tell Alban that you showed me which lasted not only through the his letter. Be kind enough also to rest of the dinner, but till Mrs write to Lady Montfort, and say that Morley, edified by the discourse, and I gratefully acknowledge her wish to delighted to notice the undeviating repair to me those losses which have attention which Darrell paid to her left me to face age and the grave distinguished spouse, took advantage alone. Tell her that her old friend of the first full stop, and retired. (you remember, George, I knew her Fairthorn finished his bottle of port, as a child) sees in that wish the and, far from convinced that there same sweet goodness of heart which was no Purgatory, but inclined to soothed him

when his son died and advance the novel heresy that Purga- his daughter fled. Add that her tory sometimes commenced on this wish is gratified. To that marriage side the grave—slinked away, and in which she compassionately foresaw was seen no more that night; neither the best solace left to my bereaved was his flute heard.

and baffled existence-to that mar, Then Darrell rose, and said, “I riage I give my consent.”

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