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stop the pedlar. How lucky that he should "I hope not, madam," said the pedlar, come at this time.”

with another delighted look at the young

lady. “But to tell plain truth, I niver seen CHAPTER XI. THE PEDLAR AT MONASTERLEA.

him in my life. I'm started this summer Two hours after, the parlour was all on my own-account intirely." draped with the contents of the pedlar's “I hope you may have success, I am pack, while the pedlar himself was being sure," said Miss Martha, speaking with regaled in the kitchen, with Nanny piling hesitation, as she adjusted her spectacles his plate upon

one hand, and Bridget on her nose. “ But I am a little in doubt coquetting with him on the other. Silks as to whether it will be honourable in me of many colours were festooned from the to give you my custom or not." mantelpiece, the table, and a brilliant

"That's as ye plase, ma'am,” said the tabinet had been fung for display round pedlar, readily. “I wouldn't intherfair Miss Martha's shoulders; May, meanwhile, for the world wid the business of another leaning with her elbows on the back of an honest man. But if it would be suitin' ye arm-chair, examined these splendours which at all to take anything I've got for this had been spread out for her choice. wanst, I'll give it to ye chape, and not be

'Now, May, do look at this tartan silk,” botherin' ye again.' said Miss Martha, persuasively. "Nothing “Very fair, very honourable, indeed," could be prettier with your dark hair.” said Miss Martha, “and as we are at this

“I'd rather have black, Aunt Martha.” moment in need of what you have brought “But you have nothing else nice except us, we must be forgiven for not waiting for white muslin, child. You will make your the older friend.” self look like a magpie."

“I have jewellery," said the pedlar, pro“Not a magpie, Aunt Martha. Only a ducing a box. “Miss will excuse me, but crow one day, and a gull or a pigeon the I have got bright goold crosses, and han’next. I needn't be a parrot, need I?” some pearl beads, far gayer nor yon black

Well, well, have your own way. In thing that she has hangin' round her neck.” my time young girls did not dress them.

"My cross," said May, quickly, and her selves in black, except for mourning." hand went quickly to Paul's chain round

“Have the tartan silk yourself, Aunt her neck. "" Thank you, you may put up Martha."

your jewellery,” she added.

" This was “No, no, child, my day is over. But given me by a friend, and I care for nothing at least I am going to pick you a bunch of finer.” bright ribbons.

The pedlar blushed again, no doubt at The pedlar was called in to disclose the the severity of the rebuke, but was silenced, prices of his wares. He was a well-made, and plunged into the recesses of his pack rather gipsy-like young man, with a red for more treasures. brown skin, bushy black beard, and thick Oh, my man, my good man,” cried Miss black hair, almost covering his forehead. Martha, as she looked over the price-list A pair of bright dark eyes shone from which he had put in her hand, “you will under his heavy brows. He wore a suit of beggar yourself with the lowness of your grey frieze and a low-crowned hat, and he prices. Silks like these cannot be soldat such blushed under the brownness of his skin a rate, I can tell you. We shall hardly see when ushered into the presence of the you coming back again if this is the way ladies. He shot one keen glance at May, you intend to do business." where she stood leaning with her elbows on “Maybe not, ma'am, indeed," said the the back of her chair, and then drooped his pedlar, tossing his head. “ But in the eyes and blushed again, so that Miss Martha mane time them is my prices. To take a set him down in her mind at once as a penny more would be the ruin o' my highly appreciative, as well as modest young conscience."

He was a stranger too, and she was Miss Martha put her head on one side, curious to know where he had come from. and looked at the salesman with a troubled

Ahem ! this is not our own pedlar, my air. But there was something in his dear ?" she said to May, as if willing to be manner that disarmed suspicion. persuaded that her eyes had deceived her. Prices may have fallen,” she said to

“No, aunt. We hope," said May, turn- May; reflectively. " And now we can have ing to the stranger, “ that nothing has a couple of these dainty chintzes.” happened to our friend who has been “ Thank ye, ma'am,” said the pedlar, as, coming here for years ?”

the purchases being made, he picked up


I was

the money tendered him; "and now, could "You don't think the goods have been ye be guidin' me to the houses of the stolen, Aunt Martha ?” ginthry in the neighbourhood ?

“My dear, I should be sorry to misjudge thinkin' o'payin' a visit to Misther Finis- the young man. But I have a strong diston o' Tobereevil.”

inclination to put a needle in this silk.” "I cannot say that I think


need be “Don't then, Aunt Martha.” at the trouble of going there," said Miss “But I must, you goose! If I were to Martha.

go to jail for it afterwards, you must have The pedlar had shouldered his pack, and your gown.” turned to go away.

Well, Aunt Martha, I don't think "The young man hasn't come back yet, thieves are very generous. He could easily I suppose ?” he asked, pausing in the door- sell all he had at his prices.” way, hat in hand.

“I don't know about letting the servants “The young man ?” repeated Miss wear these shawls.” Martha.

“But, Aunt Martha, then we must not " Oh, ay! Young Paul Finiston, the touch the silk !" nephew.”

Do you know him ?” burst eagerly from both women in a breath.

BURIED HEARTS. “ Know him ? Ay!" said the pedlar, and tears rushed into his eyes as he looked It is natural enough that the human heart from one to the other of the anxious faces —deemed by poets and philosophers to be before him. “At least I did know him—the seat of our affections and passions, of knew him a young boy when I was our understanding and will, courage and knockin' about Dublin. He wouldn't look conscience, by some men looked upon as the at a guinea before he'd spend it on the root of life itself-should have been conpedlar's pack. Not if he had it, the poor sidered by many of the dying in past times gossoon! But men do change. Think ye, as a votive gift peculiarly sacred. And this ladies, will he be a miser like his uncle ? feeling has been the cause in many inIt's in the blood, so it is, they do say.” stances of the burial of the heart apart

“It is not in his blood,” said May, from the place where the ashes of the body stoutly, squeezing her black cross in her might repose. hand. “He is vur friend, and we do not Among the earliest instances of the selike to hear such questions."

parate mode of heart-burial is that of Henry The pedlar here drooped his head in the Second of England. After this lucksilence, so that his face could not be seen. less monarch expired in a passion of grief, “ I ax your pardon,” he said presently, in before the altar of the church of Chinon, in a very low voice.

1189, his heart was interred at Fontevrault, “Oh, I am not angry,” said May, but his body, from the nostrils of which heartily, “and he must not go away with tradition alleges blood to have dropped on out some tea, Aunt Martha. Here, Bridget, the approach of his rebellious son Richard, Bridget, make the pedlar some tea!” was laid in a separate vault. From Fon.

Bridget obeyed readily, and, after the tevrault his heart, according to a statement pedlar was gone, appeared in the parlour in a public print, was brought a few years with triumph on her face.

ago to Edinburgh, by Bishop Gillis, of that “Musha, then that's the gintlemanliest city. If so, where is it now? pedlar that iver walked these roads yet, When Richard Cour de Lion fell bema'am dear! Sure Nannie an' me bought neath Gourdon's arrow at the siege of what little we could rache to; an' afther Chaluz, the gallant heart, which, in its he was gone, what but two fine shawls greatness and mercy, inspired him to forshould come flyin' through the winda! give, and even to reward the luckless

Presents for yez each !' says his voice out- archer, was, after his death, preserved in a bye, but when we run to the door sorra casket in the treasury of that splendid sight o' him was to be seen !"

cathedral which William the Conqueror Miss Martha left off measuring the yards built at Rouen ; for Richard, by a last will, upon her fingers, and made a careful ex- directed that his body should be interred in amination of the shawls.

Fontevrault, " at the feet of his father, to “ These are worth a guinea each if they testify his sorrow for the many uneasinesses are worth a penny:

This is something he had created him during his lifetime.” very odd, no doubt,” she said to May. His bowels he bequeathed to Poictou (Grafton has it Carlisle), and his heart to In Scotland there have been several Normandy, out of his great love for the instances of the separate burial of the people thereof. Above the relic at Rouen human heart. The earliest known is that there was erected an elaborate little shrine, connected with the founding and erection which was demolished in 1738, but ex- of Newabbey, or the abbey of Dulce Cor, in actly a hundred years later the heart was the stewartry of Kirkcudbright, by Derorfound in its old place, and reinterred. It gilla, daughter of Alan the Celtic Lord of was again exhumed, however, cased in Galloway, and wife of John Baliol, of glass, and exhibited in the Musée des An- Barnard Castle, father of the unpopular tiquités of the city; but December, 1869, competitor for the Scottish crown. Baliol, saw it once more replaced in the cathedral, to whom she was deeply attached, died an with a leaden plate on the cover, bearing exile in France in 1269; but Derorgilla the inscription :

had his heart embalmed, and as the ScotiHic jacet cor Ricardi Regis Anglorum.

chronicon records, "lokyt and bunden with

sylver brycht;" and this relic so sad and So there finally lies the heart of him who, grim she always carried about with her. in chivalry, was the rival of Saladin and In 1289, as death approached, when she Philip Augustus, the hero of the historian was in her eightieth year, she directed that and the novelist, and who was the idol of this silent and daily companion in life the English people for many a generation. for twenty years should be laid upon her

When this great crusader's nephew, bosom when she was buried in the abbey Richard, Earl of Cornwall, and King of she had founded ;” the beautiful old church, the Romans, died, after a stirring life-dur- the secluded ruins of which now moulder ing which he formed a conspiracy against by the bank of the Nith. For five centhe king his father, then, like all the wild, turies and more, in memory of her unpious, and bankrupt lords of those days, tiring affection, the place has been named took a turn of service in the Holy Land, locally the Abbey of Sweet-heart. and next drew his sword in the battle History and song have alike made us fought at Lewes between Henry the Third familiar with the last wish of Robert Bruce, and the confederate barons-his body was the heroic King of Scotland, when, after interred at Hayles, in Gloucestershire, but two years of peace and contemplation, he his heart was deposited at Rewley Abbey, died in the north, at Cardross. He desired near Oxford, while the heart of his son, that in part fulfilment of a vow he had who died before him, and for whose tragi- made to march to Jerusalem, a purpose cal fate he died of grief, was laid in West- which the incessant war with England minster Abbey in 1271.

baffled, his heart should be laid in the Two successive holders of the see of church of the Holy Sepulchre, and on his Durham made votive offerings of their death-bed he besought his old friend and hearts to two different churches. The first faithful brother soldier, the good Sir James of these was Richard Poore, previously Douglas, to undertake that which was Dean of Salisbury, Bishop of Chichester, then a most arduous journey, and be the and then of Durham, from 1228 to 1237. bearer of the relic. * And it is my comHe was buried in the cathedral of his dio- mand,” he added, to quote Froissart," that cese, but his heart was sent to Tarrant, in you do use that royal state and mainteDorsetshire. A successor in the episco- nance in your journey, both for yourself and pate, Robert de Stitchell, who had formerly your companions, that into whatever lands been Prior of Finchale, dying on his way or cities you may come, all may know that home from the Council of Lyons, in 1274, ye have in charge, to bear beyond the seas, was buried in Durham, but, at his own the heart of King Robert of Scotland." request, his heart was left behind, as a Then all who stood around his bed gift to the Benedictine convent near Arbe- began to weep, and Douglas replied : pellis, in France. At Henley, in Yorkshire, Assuredly, my liege, I do promise, by in the old burial vault of the noble family the faith which I owe to God and to the of Bolton, there lies the leaden coffin of a order of knighthood.” female member of the house, who had died “Now praise be to God,” said the king, in France, and been brought from thence "I shall die in peace." embalmed, and cased in lead. On the top of It is a matter of history how Douglas the coffin is deposited her heart in a kind departed on this errand with a train

The heart of Agnes Sorel was of knights, and, choosing to land on the interred in the abbey of Jumieges. Spanish coast, heard that Alphonso of

of urn.


Leon and Castile was at war with Osman, band; but it never reached either of them, the Moorish king of Granada. In the true being unfortunately lost by the bearer on spirit of the age, he could not resist the the journey. temptation of striking a blow for the Years after all these actors in the drama Christian faith, and so joined the Spaniards. of life had passed away, a gentleman of He led their van upon the plain of Theba, Gueldres, a friend of Francis, fifth Lord near the Andalusian frontier. In a silver Napier (who died in 1773), recognised, casket at his neck he bore the heart of in the collection of a Flemish virtuoso, Bruce, which rashly and repeatedly he by the coat-armorial and other engravcast before him amid the Moors, crying : ings upon it, the identical gold filigree

“ Now pass on as ye were wont, and box belonging to the Napiers of MerDouglas, as of old, will follow thee or die.” chiston. The steel case was within it; but And there he fell, together with Sir the silver urn gone.

The former William Sinclair, of Roslin, Sir Robert“ was the size and shape of an egg. It and Walter Logan, of Restalrig, and others. was opened by pressing down a little knob, Bruce's heart, instead of being taken to as is done in opening a watchcase. Inside Jerusalem, was brought home by Sir Simon was a little parcel containing all that reof Lee, and deposited in Melrose Abbey. mained of Montrose's heart, wrapped in a Douglas was laid among his kindred in piece of coarse cloth, and done over with a Liddesdale, and from thence forward “the substance like glue.” Restored by this bloody heart," surmounted by a crown, friend to the Napiers, it was presented to became the cognisance of all the Douglases Miss Hester Napier, by her father, Lord in Scotland. Bruce was interred at Dun- Francis, when his speculations in the fermline; and when his skeleton was dis- Caledonian Canal and elsewhere led him covered in 1818, the breast-bone was found to fear the sale of his patrimonial castle of to have been sawn across to permit the Merchiston, and that he would lose all, removal of the heart, in accordance with even to this relic, on which he set so much the terms of his last will.

store. Miss Napier took it with her on her But of all the treasured hearts of the marriage with Johnstone of Carnsalloch, heroic or illustrious dead, none perhaps and it accompanied her when she sailed for ever underwent so many marvellous ad- India with her husband. Off the Cape de ventures as that of James, Marquis of Verd Isles their ship was attacked by AdMontrose, who was executed by the Scot- miral de Suffrien, who was also bound for the tish Puritans in 1650.

East with five French sail of the line. In the On his body being interred among those engagement which ensued, Mrs. Johnstone, of common criminals, by the side of a road who refused to quit her husband's side on leading southward from Edinburgh, his the quarter-deck, was wounded by a splinter niece, the Lady Napier, whose castle of in the arm, while carrying in her hand a Merchiston still stands near the place, had reticule in which she had placed all her the deal box in which the trunk of the most valuable trinkets, and, among these, corpse lay (the head and limbs had been the heart of Montrose, as it was feared that sent to different towns in Scotland) opened the Indiaman would be taken by boarding in the night, and his heart," which he had Suffrien, however, was beaten off. always promised at his death to leave her, At Madura in India she had an urn made. as a mark of the affection she had ever felt like the old one to contain the heart, and towards him," was taken forth.

on it was engraved, in Tamil and Telegu, secretly embalmed and enclosed in a little a legend telling what it held. Her constant case of steel, made from the blade of that anxiety concerning its safety naturally sword which Montrose had drawn for King caused a story to be spread concerning it Charles at the battles of Auldearn, Tipper- among the Madrassees, who deemed it a muir, and Kilsythe. This case she placed powerful talisman. Thus it was stolen, in a gold filigree box that had been pre- and became the property of a chief; so the sented by the Doge of Venice to John Na- loyal heart that had beat proudly in so pier, of Merchiston, and she enclosed the many Scottish battles, hung as an amulet whole in a silver arn which had been at the neck of a Hindoo warrior. The given to her husband by the great cavalier latter, however, on hearing what it really marquis before the Civil War. She sent was, generously restored it to its owner, and this carefully guarded relic to the second it was brought to Europe by the Johnmarquis, afterwards first Duke of Mont- stones on their return in 1792. In that rose, who was then in exile with her hus- year they were in France, when an edict

It was

of the revolutionary government required of the Forth; and a brass plate in the wall, all persons to surrender their plate and with a detail of the catastrophe engraved ornaments for the service of the sovereign upon it, still indicates its locality to the people. Mrs. Johnstone intrusted the heart visitor. of Montrose to one of her English at- Still more recently there was supposed to tendants named Knowles, that it might be be found in the vault of the Maitlands, at St. secretly and safely conveyed to England; Mary's Church, in Haddington, an urn conbut the custodian died by the way; the relic taining the heart of the great but terrible was again lost, and heard of no more. duke, John of Lauderdale, the scourge of

In the wall of an aisle of the old ruined the Covenanters, a truculent peer, who, for church of Culross, there was found, not his services to the powers that were, was long ago, enclosed in a silver case of oval created Baron Petersham and Earl of form, chased and engraved, the heart of Guildford, and who died at Tunbridge Edward Bruce, second Lord Kinloss (an- Wells in 1682. He was buried in the cestor of the Earls of Elgin), in his day a family aisle, amid the execrations of the fiery and gallant young noble, who fought peasantry, to whom his character rendered the famous duel with a kindred spirit, Sir him odious, and his coffin on tressels was Edward Sackville, afterwards Earl of long an object of grotesque terror to the Dorset, a conflict which is detailed at such truant urchin who peeped through the length, and so quaintly, in No. 133 of the narrow slit that lighted the vault where Guardian. Bruce was the challenger, and the lords of Thirlstane lie. The heart of after a long and careful prearrangement, the unhappy king, James the Second of attended by their seconds and surgeons, England, which was taken from his body, they encountered each other, with the and interred separately in an urn, in the sword, minus their doublets, and in their church of Sainte Marie de Chaillot, near shirt-sleeves, under the walls of Antwerp, Paris, was lost at the Revolution, in 1792, in August, 1613. Sackville had a finger while the heart of his queen, Mary d'Este, hewn off, and received three thrusts in his of Modena, and that of their faithful friend body, yet he contrived to pass his rapier and adherent, Mary Gordon, daughter of twice, mortally, through the breast of his Lewis, Marquis of Huntley, and wife of Scottish antagonist, who fell on his back, James, Duke of Perth (whilom Lord dying and choking with blood.

Justice-General, and High Chancellor of “I re-demanded of him,” wrote Sir Ed- Scotland), were long kept where the ashes ward, “if he would request his life; but it of the latter still repose, in the pretty little seemed he prized it not at so dear a rate to chápel of the Scottish College, at Paris, in be beholden for it, bravely replying that the Rue des Fossés St. Victoire, one of the 'be scorned it,' which answer of his was so oldest portions of the city. noble and worthy, as I protest I could not When the body of the Emperor Nafind in my heart to offer him any more poleon was prepared for interment at St. violence.”

Helena, in May, 1821, the heart was reAs Sackville was borne away fainting, moved by a medical officer, to be soldered he escaped, as he relates, a great danger. up in a separate case. Madame Bertrand, Lord Bruce's surgeon, when nobody dreamt in her grief and enthusiasm, had made of it, came full at me with his lordship's some vow, or expressed a vehement desire, sword, and had not mine, with my sword, to obtain possession of this as a precious interposed, I had been slain, although my relic, and the doctor, fearing that some Lord Bruce, weltering in his blood, and trick might be played him, and his compast all expectation of life, conformable to mission be thereby imperilled, kept it all all his former carriage, which un- night in his own room, and under his own doubtedly noble, cried out · Rascal, hold eye, in a wine-glass. The noise of crystal thy hand"? "

breaking roused him, if not from sleep, at Sackville was borne to a neighbouring least from a waking doze, and he started monastery to be cured, and died in 1652 forward, only in time to rescue the heart of of sorrow, it was alleged, for the death of the emperor from a huge brown rat, which Charles the First. Kinloss died on the was dragging it across the floor to its ground where the duel was fought, and hole.

It was rescued by the doctor, was buried in Antwerp; but his heart was soldered up in a silver urn, filled with sent home to the family vault, in the old spirits, by Sergeant Abraham Millington, abbey church, which lies so pleasantly half of the St. Helena Artillery, and placed hidden

among ancient trees, by the margin / in the coffin.



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