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and as often the turnkeys inside pushed brink of starvation, was about to apply to down the burning furniture with broom Burke for patronage and bread. Rambling sticks, which they pushed through the in a purposeless way about London to hatch, and kept swilling the gates with while away the miserable time, the young water, in order to cool them, and to keep poet happened to reach the Old Bailey the lead that soldered the hinges from just as the ragged rioters set it on fire to melting and giving way. But all their warm their Protestantism. Suddenly, at a efforts were in vain; for the flames, now turning out of Ludgate-bill, on his way back spreading fast from Akerman's house, gra- to his lodgings at a hairdresser's near the dually burnt into the fore-lodge and chapel, Exchange, a scene of terror and horror broke and set the different wards one after the red upon the view of the mild young Suffolk other on fire. Crabbe the poet, who was apothecary. The new prison, Crabbe, in his there as a spectator, describes seeing the Journal (June the 8th), kept for the perusal prisoners come up out of the dark cells of his Myra, says, was a very large, strong, with their heavy irons, and looking pale and and beautifal building, having two wings scared. Some of them were carried off on besides Mr. Akerman's house, and strong horseback, their irons still on, in triumph by intermediate works and other adjuncts. the mob, who then went and burnt down Akerman had four rioters in custody, and the Fleet. At the trial of Richard Hyde, these rascals the mob demanded. He the poor mad Quaker, who had been one begged he might send to the sheriff, but of the first to scramble through Mr. Aker this was not permitted. “How he escaped, man's windows, the most conclusive proofs or where he is gone, I know not; but just were brought forward of the prisoner's at the time I speak of, they set fire to his insanity. A grocer in Bishopsgate-street, house, broke in, and threw every piece of with whom he had lodged, deposed to his furniture they could find into the street, burning a Bible, and to his thrashing him. firing them also in an instant. One day at the Doctor Butler's Head, in gines came (they were mere squirts in Coleman-street, the crazed fellow had come those days), “but were only suffered to in and pretended to cast the nativities of preserve the private houses
near the persons drinking there. He also prophe- prison.” This was about half-past seven. sied how long each of them would live. “ As I was standing near the spot, there On hearing this evidence, the prisoner approached another body of men-I supbroke out: “Well, and they might live pose five hundred—and Lord George Gorthree hundred years, if they knew how to don in a coach drawn by the mob, towards live; but they gorge themselves like alder- | Alderman Bull's, bowing as he passed men. Callipash or callipee kills half the along. He is a lively-looking young man people.". It was also shown that, the in appearance, and nothing more, though night after the burning of Newgate, the just now the reigning hero. By eight prisoner came to a poor woman's house in o'clock Akerman's house was in flames. Bedford-court, Covent-garden, and he then I went close to it, and never saw anything wore an old grey great-coat and a flapped so dreadful. The prison was, as I said, a hat, painted blue. As the paint was wet, remarkably strong building; but, deterthe woman asked him to let her dry it. mined to force it, they broke the gates He replied, “No, you are a fool; my hat with crows and other instruments, and is blue” (the Protestant colour); “it is climbed up the outside of the cell part, the colour of the heavens. I would not which joins the two great wings of the bave it dried for the world.” When the building, where the felons were confined ; woman brought him a pint of beer, he and I stood where I plainly saw their drank once, and then pushed it angrily operations. They broke the roof, tore on one side. He then said, “ I have tasted away the rafters, and having got ladders, it once, I must taste it three times; it is they descended. Not Orpheus himself had against the heavens to drink only once out more courage or better luck. Flames all of a pot." Doctor Munro, the physician who around them, and a body of soldiers exattended George the Third in his madness, pected, they defied and laughed at all deposed to the insanity both of the pri- opposition. The prisoners escaped.
I soner's father and the prisoner. He was stood and saw about twelve women and sent to a mad-house.
eight men ascend from their confinement Crabbe, who, having failed as a surgeon to the open air, and they were conducted and apothecary down at Aldborough, his through the streets in their chains. Three native place, had just come up to London to of these were to be hanged on Friday earn his bread as a poet, and being on the (Newgate was burnt on the Tuesday).
“You have no conception of the frenzy leisure, in full security, without sentinels, of the multitude. This being done, and without trepidation, as men lawfully emAkerman's house now a mere shell of ployed in full day. Such is the cowardice brickwork, they kept a store of flame there of a commercial place. On Wednesday for other purposes. It became red-bot, and they broke open the Fleet, and the King's the doors and windows appeared like the en- Bench, and the Marshalsea, and Wood. trance to so many volcanoes. With some street Compter, and Clerkenwell Bridewell, difficulty they then fired the debtors and released all the prisoners, and some prison, broke the doors, and they, too, all people were threatened. Mr. Strahan made their escape. Tired of the scene, I advised me to take care of myself; and one went home, and returned again at eleven might see the glare of conflagration fill o'clock at night. I met large bodies of the sky from many parts. The sight was horse and foot soldiers, coming to guard dreadful. . . . Several chapels have been the Bank, and some houses of Roman destroyed, and several inoffensive Papists Catholics near it. Newgate was at the have been plundered; but the high sport time open to all ; any one might get in, was to burn the jails. This was a good and, what was never the case before, any rabble trick. The debtors and criminals one might get out. I did both, for the were all set at liberty; but of the criminals, people now were chiefly lookers-on. The as has always happened, many are already mischief was done, and the doers of it retaken, and two pirates have surrendered gone to another part of the town (to themselves, and it is expected that they Bloomsbury-square, to burn Lord Mans- will be pardoned.” And then follows å field's house). “But I must not omit what fine touch of irony: “Jack” (Wilkes) struck me most: about ten or twelve of “who was always zealous for order and the mob getting to the top of the debtors' decency, declares that if he be trusted with prison, whilst it was burning, to halloo. power he will not leave a rioter alive. They appeared robed in black smoke mixed There is, however, now no longer any need with sudden bursts of fire-like Milton's l'of heroism or bloodshed; no blue ribbon infernals, who were as familiar with flame (the badge of the rioters) "is any longer as with each other."
worn." As for Thrale, his brewery escaped On the Wednesday, the day after the pretty well: the men gave away a cask or fire, a big carelessly-dressed man worked two of beer to the mob, and when the his way to the ruins from Bolt - court, rioters came on a second and more imporFleet-street. The burly man's name was tunate visit, the soldiers received them. Doctor Samuel Johnson, and he wrote to Boswell, always bent on scraping acMrs. Thrale and her husband a brief ac- quaintance, however intrusively, with any count of what had happened since the famous or notorious person, had been inFriday before. On that day Lord George troduced to Mr. Akerman, the keeper of Gordon and the mob went to Westminster, Newgate, long before the Gordon riots. and that night the Protestants burnt the Boswell, who loved a hanging almost as Catholic chapel in Duke-street, Lincoln's- well as George Selwyn, says that his inn-fields. On Monday they gutted Sir "esteemed friend Mr. Akerman discharged George Saville's house in Leicester-square; his very important trust with intrepid firm. on Tuesday pulled down the house of Sir ness, tenderness, and charity;" and he tells John Fielding, the blind magistrate and an interesting story of Akerman's courage the novelist's half-brother, in Bow-street; and promptitude, the recital of which won and the same night burnt Newgate, Lord for him the praise both of Johnson and Mansfield's house in Bloomsbury, and a Burke. Catholic chapel in Moorfields. On Wed- Many years before the Gordon riots a nesday they burnt the Fleet and the fire broke out in the brick addition to the King's Bench, and attacked the Bank of old jail. The frightened prisoners, breakEngland, but were driven off by a party ing into a tumult, began to shout, “We of constables headed by John Wilkes. shall be burnt! we shall be burnt! Down
“On Wednesday,” says the doctor, to with the gate!" Akerman at once hurried come to what he actually saw himself, “I down, showed himself at the gate, and walked with Doctor Scott to look at New- after long confused shouts of “Hear him! gate, and found it in ruins, with the fire yet hear him!” obtained silence. He then glowing. As I went by, the Protestants calmly told the men that the gate must were plundering the Sessions House at the not come down, that they were under his Old Bailey. There were not, I believe, care, and could not be permitted to escape a hundred; but they did their work at | He could, he said, assure them that there
was no fear, for the fire was not in the only up and dressed, but equipped for stone prison ; and that if they would be walking: her scarlet cloak wrapped round quiet, he then promised to come in among her, her black hat, with its long white them, and lead them to a further end of the cock's feather, on her head, sable muff, building; offering, in addition, not to leave dainty Balmoral boots, looped-up dress, them till they were reassured, and gave and bat’s-wing petticoat, all complete. him leave. To this generous proposal “My dear, are you quite mad ?” was my they agreed. Mr. Akerman then, having natural exclamation. first made them fall back from the gate, “ People are mad who lie in bed on lest they should be tempted to break out, sparkling frosty mornings like this,” she went in, closed the gate, and, with the answered, throwing up the window, and determined resolution of an ancient Roman, pointing to the clear red dawn; “look ordered the outer turnkey upon no account there, you lazy woman, look there! Come, to unbar the gate, even though the pri- make haste, Joany; I have set my heart soners should break their word (which he on an early walk; we will go to the farm, trusted they would not), and by force bring and get a draught of milk from the cow.” him to order it. “Never mind me,” said "Shut the window, then, for pity's he, “ should that happen." The prisoners sake," said I, with a rueful glance at my
. then peaceably followed him through pas- bath, in all its icy horrors, which, at that sages of which he had the keys to a part of hour, there was no hope of mitigating. the jail the farthest from the fire. Having, " It is delightful," Lelgarde exclaimed, by this judicious conduct, says Boswell
, following my look; “I am all in a glow fully satisfied them that there was no imme- from mine." And she tossed back the mass diate risk, if any at all, he then addressed of flaxen hair, which hung wet and heavy, them : “ Gentlemen, you are con- all the ripple drenched out of it, over her vinced that I told you true. I have no shoulders. doubt that the engines will soon extinguish Of course I did what Lelgarde told me, this fire. If they should not, a sufficient and dragged up my middle - aged limbs guard will
you shall be all taken from their cosey resting-place, and dressed out and lodged in the compters. I assure with what speed I could, marvelling much you, upon my word and honour, that I have what this new caprice might mean. not a farthing insured. I have left my “ Have
you had a bad night ?” I asked, house that I might take care of you. I will when we were crossing the frost-covered keep my promise, and stay with you, if you paddock in the direction of the farm. insist upon it; but if you
will allow me to A bad night ? What! because I get go out and look after my family and pro- up an hour earlier than usual ?” perty, I shall be obliged to you.' Strack "You are not answering my question, with this courage, truthfulness, and ho- you know,” I suggested. nourable sense of duty, the felons shouted: But no further answer could I get; and “ Master Akerman, you have done bravely. so we arrived at the farm, saw the cows It was very kind of you. By all means go milked, and went shivering home to breakand take care of your own concerns.” He fast. Lelgarde would have routed me out did so accordingly; and they remained, and again as soon as the meal was over, but were all preserved. Doctor Johnson said I struck at last. “You will tire yourself of this man, whom Wellington would have quite out, child,” I said ; and I was startled esteemed : “Sir, he who has long had con- by the tone in which she answered: stantly in his view the worst of mankind, “That is just what I am trying to do.” and is yet eminent for the humanity of his That day, however, I was only amused disposition, must have had it originally in at her vagaries; but when time passed on, a high degree, and continued to cultivate and the same strange restlessness still beset it very carefully.”
her, I grew vaguely uneasy. Her hours were becoming uncertain ; sometimes she
was still asleep when the breakfast-bell LELGARDE'S INHERITANCE.
rang; sometimes she was afoot before
dawn, though she never again pressed me IN TWELVE CHAPTERS. CHAPTER V.
into the service. I began to wish that Almost before light on the following she would, as I might then have exercised morning, I was conscious of a soft kiss on some control over the length of her rambles. my cheek, and mischievous fingers pulling All day long she was rushing about, demy hair; and, opening my sleepy eyes, I vising employments, evidently for the mere beheld Lelgarde, to my astonishment, not sake of being up and doing; and, by the
evening, she was always thoroughly ex- glad to go there. To-night the party con
hausted, and obliged, though she fought sisted only of ourselves and the rector's hard against it, to give way to fatigue, brother, a barrister, now attending the and collapse on an arm-chair. All this assizes, which were going on in the nearest might have been merely the excitement town. He was a little, black-looking man, natural to her very new mode of life; but with sharp eyes, and a quick manner, and I saw, with uneasiness, that she was evi- a certain air of being condescendingly dently not well. In spite of her long amused at everything, and knowing all walks, her appetite fagged, her attitudes about it, which I have often remarked became languid, her step lost its spring; since in those of his profession. I saw his and remembering her childhood, I began quick glance run over Lelgarde with keen to feel as if, in some mysterious way, appreciation-admiration is scarcely the Athelstanes was destined to be fatal to word—and he took an early opportunity of her.
seating himself by her side. Certainly she About this time our few neighbours appeared to singular advantage, the flush began to call, and invitations to arrive, on her cheek and the feverish light in her chiefly to stately dinners, or sometimes to eyes supplying all that her face was somedine and sleep-entertainments, to me, of times wanting in. Her graceful halfthe deadly-lively order, but which were mourning became her well, and the one or apparently to Lelgarde's taste, for she two pearl ornaments which she wore were always accepted them, and was invariably like herself, I thought, so pure, and fair, brighter for some days afterwards, espe- and delicate. Her ease in society was cially when we had spent a day or two always a marvel to me, considering how from home.
she had been brought up. She was entirely One evening, as I was crossing the hall what she should have been, retiring, quiet, on my way to dress, I came full on Lel. but perfectly unembarrassed. No wonder garde, emerging from the door of what Mr. Seymour Kennedy's quick eye marked we still called “poor Miss Hilda's room.” her down at once. She gave a start, like a guilty thing, and He and his brother came into the draw. shrank into the dark doorway. I stopped ing-room after dinner, eagerly talking over short, and began to give her a good a case which had been pronounced the case scolding
of the assizes; its chief feature being the “Lelgarde, you are really very silly to discovery of a will after it had been lost for be always haunting that cold dreary room. many years. If you fancy it as a living-room, why not "The attempt to prove it a forgery broke order them to light a fire there, and let us down utterly,” said Mr. Seymour Kensit there altogether?”
nedy; "and rightly, for it was undoubtedly “No, I thank you,” she answered. “And genuine, but the story of the discovery was as to being cold, feel.” She put her hand so strange that it gave fair ground for the in mine; it was hot and feverish, and the trial.” light from the hall-lamp showed that her “A curious case of sudden recollection, face was flushed, and her eyes unnaturally was it not ?” brilliant.
Quite so. The old man's adopted son, “ Do you think I am in much danger of the present possessor in fact, after having catching cold ?" she asked, with a nervous acquiesced in the estate going to the heirlaugh, which sounded as if it might quiver at-law, the will being missing, one day, on off into a cry. I was really frightened. chancing to be shown into a different
“Child, what is it?" I asked, going with dressing-room from usual to wash his her into her bedroom ; " is anything vex. hands, suddenly remembered having seen ing you? Are you fretting ?”
his father, as he had always called him, I stopped short; the idea of Harry put away the will, calling his attention to Goldie occurred to me.
the fact, in the drawer of an old bureau, Fretting? What should fret me ?" she which had stood neglected in the corner answered, pettishly. "Come, it is high for years and years. time to be dressing.” And she rang for six years old when the will was placed her maid, evidently glad to be quit of me there. He is nearly thirty now." and my questionings.
“Memory plays us strange tricks, I We were going to dine at the rectory. Our know, sometimes,” said the rector.
“Witrector and his wife were pleasant people, ness Walter Scott's story which he cooks and kind neighbours, and we were always up in the Antiquary.”
“And I once met with another case,” Our carriage was announced, and we said his brother, addressing Lelgarde all went home, after Mr. Seymour Kennedy the time, "where a will was discovered in had asked if he might call the next day. an almost similar way; but then the finder How do you like him, Lelgarde," I believed himself to have received a visita- asked, the next morning, as we sat at tion from his late father, who revealed the breakfast. hiding-place to him in a dream. Evidently “ Very much indeed,” she responded, the force of memory working unconsciously heartily, “ don't you on the sleeping brain.”
“Pretty well; he condescends too much “Do you think so ?” Lelgarde began; to please me.” her voice was hoarse and died away. Mr. Joan, could anything be more courSeymour Kennedy turned towards her, teous ?” and, in the courteous, lowered tone he Just so, but with a certain air as if he always assumed in addressing women : were saying, “Don't mind being a fool, "You were speaking,” he said.
because I prefer you so.' He plays with She gathered voice and went on : his subject, and will never meet a woman
“In this last case there was an appari- on equal ground—no, I do not appreciate tion—a spiritual visitation. Do you put Mr. Seymour Kennedy." that down as a mere trick of memory
"He is strong and clear-headed, and “I see you resent the slur upon the pleasant to listen to, though,” said my sister ghosts,” he answered, playfully. “Is it un- with a sigh, and I looked at her closely. fair to ask if you believe in them ?”
“You look better, my pet," was the She hesitated, and her glowing cheek result of my study. Indeed, her cheek grew quite pale. We all looked at her in looked rounder, her eyes had their own soft surprise, she seemed to take the subject so brightness, she was eating a comfortable unnecessarily to heart. Suddenly she looked breakfast, and pouring out the tea with a full up in his face, and spoke quickly and steady hand, good symptoms, all of which eagerly:
I had missed of late. No, I do not. I will not believe in “Oh, yes,” she responded, cheerily, I them. Such utter disbelief as yours is have had such a good night.” catching, I think. It is pleasant to feel sure "Do you ever have bad ones?" I asked, that some natural, every-day reason can be struck by the implied admission. found for everything. You think that is “If I do,” she answered, gaily, “I supso, do you not ?"
pose it is for want of the quinine or the I could see that he was flattered by her camomile tea, which are to put every thing appeal to his judgment.
to rights for us," and, carolling like a bird, “ If you were in the habit of sifting she sprang up from the table, and put her evidence, you would come to that same arm through mine for our daily visit to the conclusion, I am sure,” he said, gently; poultry-yard. One of Miss Etheldreda's "nerves-optical delusion."
few human weaknesses had been for fowls, "Oh! but that is worse," Lelgarde said, and Lelgarde was inclined to follow in her “to think that the—the terror is part of footsteps, so that a long after-breakfast ourselves, in our own brain. Is not the lounge to see them fed had become an inthought unbearable ?"
stitution. When the barley was all de“Only that science can remedy it,” he vonred, we turned homewards, and Lel. answered, in a tone rather in contrast to garde, suddenly remembering that she her excited cadences; “no need to break wished to speak to Mrs. Bracebridge, one's heart over a ghost, if you hold, as I turned to the back door, the nearest way to do, that quinine or camomile tea has the her room. Angry voices sounded from the power of laying it."
passage, and in the dread of plunging into “Is Athelstanes haunted, Miss Athel- a domestic row, which I suppose all wise ing ?” asked Mrs. Kennedy, striking in, in- mistresses share, Lelgarde stopped short discreetly, as I thought. " It looks as if it in the porch, with a look at me, half ought to be."
ludicrous, half dismayed. "If it is,” I said, brusquely, I am afraid, “ I desire that not another word may be for the subject was one I hated to hear said on the subject in this house,” said Mrs. Lelgarde engaged on, “we will hope the Bracebridge's voice in solemn indignation ; ghosts will keep to themselves ; in such a a pack of nonsense, or a heap of lies, large house, it is a shame if they cannot be Betsy Jane ; I give you your choice which peaceable.”
name you like to call 'em by.”