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with delight. “Oh, musha !” she cried; where it'll be found. I'll get somebody to you have the purty tongue in your head.” |pluck it for me that'll not know the harm.

" How do you mean to do it ?" asked For I tell ye that I am bound to get my Katherine. * Don't be afraid to tell me, for will." there is no one within miles of us. Shall Katherine stood looking on, while the old yon give him a taste of nightshade, or a creature thus bemoaned herself. little hemlock-tea ?”

“There, now," she said, presently,“ do “No,” said Tibbie, doubtfully, as if the not cry any more.

I have a mandrake idea had not startled her, but was familiar myself, and I will give it to you. It will to her mind. “I have thought o' that, an' be no loss to me, for I have everything I thought o't, an' I'll thry another way. I'll want. I like meeting with difficulties, for do it by a charm. An' that's what brought I have power within myself to break them me here to-day. There's roots that does down. If you like to have the mandrake, be growin' in divils' places like this, an' if I will give it to you. ye can catch them, an' keep them, ye may “Like it !" cried Tibbie. "Is it would do anything ye like."

I like it, she says ? Oh, wirra, wirra ! “ Roots !” said Katherine. “And what isn't her ladyship gone mad? Like to do you do with them ?”

have the mandrake! Like to get my will! "Some needs wan doin', an' some an- An' they said ye were hard-hearted. Then other,” said Tibbie. "The best of all is a it's soft-hearted ye are, an' I was a fool to mandhrake, for that's a divil in itsel'. It be talkin' to ye. Give away yer luck to looks like a little man, and ye hang it up wan like me! If I had it I'd see ye die in a corner, where it can see ye walkin' afore I'd give it to ye.” abont. So long as you threat it well “Oh, very well,” said Katherine, turnit'll bring ye the luck o' the world.

I ing away.
** Of course, if you

don't want go sarchin' through every bad place in the it, I can give it to some one else.” woods, and on the mountains, turnin' up

the Tibbie uttered a cry.

She fell on the 11 stones, and glowerin' under the bushes, ground, and laid hold of Katherine's gown.

hopin' to find a mandhrake that'll do my ' Ladyship, ladyship!” she said. “I will. If I can find him, oh, honey! won't meant no harm. It's on'y amazed I was, I make my own o' the miser? I'll make an' I ax yer honour's pardon.

Give me the keys dance out o' his pockets, and up the mandhrake, an' ye may put yer foot 11

the money-bags dance out o' the holes on me, an' walk on me. I'll do anythin' he has hid them in, an' the goold jump out in the world for ye when I have a divil to

o the bags into Tibbie's pockets. I'll do my will. Ladyship, ladyship, give me | make him burn the will that has Paul in it, the mandhrake !"

an’ write out another that'll put Con in his "There, then," said Katherine, "I proplace. I'll have all my own way; an' the mise that you shall have it; and if ever I ould villain may break his heart and die should want anything of you I expect you

I widout me needin' to lift a hand against to be friendly. Stay, there is one thing 1 him."

should like—to see the house of Tobereevil. “ Capital,” cried Katherine; “but where Bring me there, now, and


shall have will you find the mandrake? Are you the mandrake to-morrow. I don't want to sure that it grows in this country at all? see the miser; only his den.” And suppose it does, don't you know that Well," said Tibbie, who had now got to suit your purpose it must spring from a on her feet, and recovered her self-possesmurderer's grave? Then, even when it is sion,“ if you can creep, an' hould yer found, there is danger in getting possession tongue, an' if yer shoes don't squeak, I'll of it. It screams when its root is torn take ye through the place. There's little from the earth, and the shriek kills the worth seein' for a lady like yersel, but person who plucks it.”

come wid me if you like it. On'y don't Tibbie's face fell as she listened. “You're blame Tibbie if Simon finds


out. larnder nor me,' she said.

“Leave that to me,” said Katherine, “I'm tellin' me the thruth?”

not afraid of Simon.' Certainly, the truth," said Katherine. Tibbie clasped her hands and rocked Tibbie lifted up her voice and howled herself with delight.

" That's the manwith disappointment. “Everythin's agin dhrake,” she muttered. “There's nobody me,” she said, rocking herself dismally. can gainsay her wid the mandhrake undher “But I'm not goin' to be baffled. I'll her thumb; an to-morrow it'll be Tibbie's.”' cross the says if ye'll tell me the counthry So these new friends set to work to

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the occasion of a benefit, when the per- still less that the whole band might adopt formances not being for “gain, hire, or re- it. But this had happened.

For the ward,” were held to be permissible. The future their guns were given them loaded. address was a kind of dialogue, spoken by Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Gibbs, in the cha

LOST HOURS. racters of Melpomene and Thalia.

It was a mournful watch she kept,

In the soundless winter night,
“Well, friends, we both are come your hands to kiss, While all her world around her slept,
The tragic lady and the comic miss ;

And the pitiless stars shone bright;
But should we both attempt to keep possession For she saw the years in long review,
Warrants may be issued from the Quarter Session : The years she had trifled past,
For tho' alone, our tongues may be untied well The years when life was bright and new,
A dialogue will send us both to Bridewell :

And, what had they left at last !
Think of our danger should we meet again

And she cried, as she thought of her drooping flowers, The informing carpenter of Drury Lane ;

Her baflled hopes and her failing powers : Danger so dire it staggers all belief,

Oh my lost hours !" Water and bread, for calling out Roast Beef!'"

What a harvest might have been garnered in, It used to be said that at the Parisian What a nectar of life it was hers to win,

When the golden grain was wasted! Cirque, once famous for its battle pieces, When the draught was barely tasted ! refractory “supers" were always punished What happy memories might have shone,

Had folly nerer stained them! by being required to represent "the enemy” What noble heights to rest upon, of the evening: the Russians, Prussians, If a steadier foot had gained them! English, or Arabs, as the case might be- And she cried as she sat mid her faded flowers,

“Rashness and weakness bring fatal dowers; who were to be overcome by the victorious. Oh my lost hours!” soldiers of France-repulsed at the point of Too late for battle, too late for fame, the bayonet, trampled upon and routed in a Comes the vision of better life. variety of ignominious ways. The repre- With eyes that are burning with tears of shame

She looks on the world's keen strife; sentatives of “ the enemy” complained the patient love cannot pardon now, that they could not endure to be hopelessly Or the fond believing cheer. beaten night after night. Their expostu- Where the white cross stands and the violets blow,

Lie the loved that made life so dear. lation was unpatriotic; but it was natural. Kind nature renews her perished flowers, For “supers” have their feelings, moral But death recks nothing of sun or showers ; as well as physical. At one of our own

Ab, for lost hours ! theatres a roulette table was introduced in a scene portraying the salon at Homburg,

AMONG THE MARKETS. or Baden-Baden. Certain of the “supers

PART I. petitioned that they should not always appear as the losing gamesters. They Thanks to the wholesale demolition of desired sometimes to figure among the ancient slums, Smithfield, or Smoothfield, winners. It need hardly be said that the the ancient “campus planus,” is no longer money that changed hands upon the occa- difficult of access. The narrow streets and sion was only of that valueless kind that tortuous approaches, once made dangerous has no sort of currency off the stage. to life and limb by countless herds of over

When supers” appear as modern driven cattle, have disappeared, leaving in soldiers in action, it is found advisable their place broad roadways and open spaces to load their guns for them. They fear to be let for building purposes, at prices the “kick” of their weapons, and will, if which would make even the fortunate possible, avoid firing them. Once in a shoddy aristocrats of Fifth Avenue stare military play a troop of grenadiers were with amazement. The old streets and required to fire a volley. Their officer time-honoured landmarks have been swept waved his sword and gave the word of away, and the fine old English cattle-dealer, command superbly ; but no sound followed, with mouth full of strange oaths and greasy save only that of the snapping of locks. pocket well lined with oleaginous country Not a gun had been loaded. An unfor. notes, has disappeared from the ancient tunate unanimity had prevailed among the field. grenadiers. Each had forborne to load hiš The cattle-pens are gone, and the poor weapon, trusting that his omission would goaded oxen and worried sheep have beescape notice in the general noise, and as- taken themselves to Islington. Often hare sured that a shot more or less could be of I wondered what became of the sorry hacks little consequence. It had occurred to no formerly sold in Smithfield. What could one of them that his scheme might be put those poor wall-eyed, wind-galled, spainto operation by others beside himself, | vined, foundered, staggery bags of bones


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be good for? For the knacker's yard ? Slopes of Victoria Regina.

With light, Not always. Fate was not always so kind springy step, he daintily trod the “Seveto these poor played-out Bucephali, but rals

Limekilns,” or, with thungranted them a short respite from the dering hoof, spurned the broad green tanner, the glue-maker, and the cat’s-meat ribbon of the Rowley Mile. man, only that the last glimmering of At last came the great day when Dogvitality might be driven out of their stealer (by Birdcatcher-Nancy) was to wretched carcasses—that they might lite prove his mettle, and carry the fortunes of rally die in harness. Living, some few that ignoble Cæsar, his owner, to victory. years ago, about ten miles from London, The vast Roodee was crammed with eager it was my luck to be driven on a four-horse spectators, the walls of ancient Chester omnibus every morning to the City by an covered with anxious bettors clinging like exceedingly flashy driver. Tommy Ames flies on the steep sides of the natural amphiwas a great artist in his walk, or rather theatre. The favourite was the cynosure drive of life; not a gentleman coachman, of all eyes, the observed of all, as, steered lifting the ribbons nearly over his head at by a tiny miniature man in shining satin, a pull-up, but a thorough workman, keep- he took his preliminary canter. The hour ing each individual animal up to collar, had come, and the horse; the flag fell, and taking every ounce out of his team. and Dogstealer made short work of his His omnibus was the shabbiest, his harness numerous opponents. Bearing his colours the seediest, his horses the most woebegone gallantly to the fore, he came away at the “hair trunks on the road, but his pace distance, and amid shouts of " The favourite was undeniable, beating out of sight the walks in,” passed the post, the winner of neat vehicles and well-fed animals of the the Chester « Coop." He was a proud opposition. Much as I relished the pace, horse that day. Eyes hitherto blinded by I could not help pitying the poor over- prejudice or hoodwinked by antagonism worked beasts, and one day could not suddenly opened to his good points. Perrefrain from asking Tommy if his horses sistent detractors who had denounced him never got any rest.

as a fiddle-headed, slack-ribbed brute, with “Rest,” he answered, coolly, “my 'osses "too much daylight under him," sorrowrest when they're dead. You see, sir, I fully confessed him a veritable "clinker.” buy 'em at Smiffle, two pun ten a head Bright eyes looked lovingly upon him, and all round, and sell 'em dead for a sov. small white plump hands-long to be They mostly last from six weeks to two gloved with the proceeds of his victorymonths, so my 'osses don't take much out applauded him enthusiastically. Flushed of me. In course I picks them as has a with victory, his owner-with whom it bit o' blood in 'em, and I looks out for a had been a case of “ man or mouse" that wicious heye; I likes a wicious heye, I do. day-led the beautiful animal in to weigh; A 'oss as has wice in him has go in him, the tidings of Dogstealer's feat sped far and safe as the Bank; and temper or no temper, near, while his lucky backers rubbed their let me alone for putting 'em along." And hands amid the ominous silence of the the heartless Automedon put them along ring, and drank Dogstealer's health in accordingly. Unfortunate "tits” persuaded rivers of champagne. He did not get by all-powerful whipcord to "spank" along on so well afterwards. Defeat after desorely against their will! That near leader, feat dimmed the glory of his scutcheon ; now quivering under the lash of a vulgar down he went, ever lower and lower yet, 'bus driver is a thorough-bred equine aristo- to the cab, and ultimately to that lowest crat, every inch of him. The blood of the deep of “Smiffle.” There is some comfort Darley Arabian, his desert-born ancestor, in reflecting that his ungrateful owner was courses through his veins and throbs in hanged. the great heart age and ill-usage have The Smithfield of tradition is no more. A failed to quell. The condition of those stately building, chiefly of iron and glass, shaky fore-legs, sadly battered about the but with external facing of red brick and knees, was once a source of care and sleep. white stone, as if indicating the streaks of less nights to the high and mighty ones of fat and lean within, is dedicated to the the land, for he was then a popular favourite purpose of a metropolitan dead meat marfor a great "event." His morning gallops, ket. Light and graceful, but immensely watched from afar by vigilant touts, were strong iron arches, enclose a vast space duly chronicled with the same loving furnished with material for countless minuteness that records the walks on the ) Homeric banquets.

On Saturdays-when retail as well as done to death to supply the roast beef of wholesale business is done—the market pre- old England. Huge Leicesters and plump sents a very animated spectacle; the spoils Southdowns elbow the tiny dainty Welsh of slaughtered flocks and herds lie around sheep, while huge porkers look scornfully in gigantic heaps, while busy, stalwart men down on the meek little sucking-pigs ready

hurry past, carrying barons of beef, whole for the spit, there to be roasted until their sheep, and fat porkers in every direction. eyes drop out-the index of perfect cookery But the chief glory of the new meat --and then to be devoured with plum-sauce, market is in its admirable subterranean according to the dictum of the late Mr. arrangements. Beneath the busy mart is Rush, the eminent murderer (hanged some an immense vault occupied by a vast cob- years since at Norwich), or to be absorbed web of railway tracks. Hither come the by milder mannered men with soothing trucks laden with meat from metropolitan apple-sauce. But the poultry market is abattoirs, or more distant Scotland. By perhaps the chief glory of Leadenhall. admirable mechanical contrivances, the What regiments of geese, not green light ponderous masses of juicy beef and fine- weights, but substantial stubble-fed maggrained mutton are hoisted to the level of nates, await their final stuffing of sage the floor above, at a notable saving of and onions and a glorious tomb in an apcartage, porterage, and human labour gene- preciative stomach! Not regiments, but rally. The City has reason to be proud of brigades, nay, whole armies of fowls, eclipse its model market, and will probably find the geese in number if not in majesty, while the two millions spent upon it turn out no turkeys are comparatively scarce, probably unprofitable investment.

knowing their mission, and reserving their Within shot of Smithfield is the vege- energies for Christmas. Plump pigeons, table market of Farringdon, once aspiring their cooing stayed for ever, vainly struggle to, and even now not despairing of a suc- for notice among their more majestic comcessful rivalry with Covent Garden. It is, petitors, and are only kept in countenance however, although well stocked with vege- by hecatombs of tiny but toothsome larks. tables of all sorts and sizes, from huge Tenants of moor and marsh, copse and drumheads to doll's cabbages packed by stubble, “ birds of rare plume," with their hundreds in neat baskets, entirely devoid once gorgeous tints now, alas ! dimmed by of the features which give to the often- death, hang around in rich luxuriance. described Covent Garden its never-failing Cock-pheasants, glittering with metallic interest. Sanguine people, however, hope | hues, are linked with their soberly clad for better times, and there is talk of re- mates. Little brown partridges, modest building Farringdon Market altogether, and in their suit of humble brown, are not giving it every chance of success against its altogether put out of court by their meremore favoured rival.

tricious French cousins, gay in their upper It is very doubtful to me whether any attire and red as to their extremities. From person not actually “located” within its his heathery home on the breezy hillside precincts ever succeeded in finding his way comes the succulent grouse. Near him is about Leadenhall Market. Such a won his more stately cousin, the blackcock, derful labyrinth surely never existed since boasting beneath his raven plumage three the days of ill-used Ariadne. It would several kinds of meat, while further on have puzzled Theseus to have found his hangs the great monarch of the race, the way in and out of the innumerable alleys, lordly capercailzie, auerhahn, or cock of courts, and passages, making up this won the wood, saturated with the aroma of fraderful depôt of every imaginable comestible. grant pine-buds culled in the gloomy forests All kinds of creatures, furred or feathered, of his native Norway. Plump bares, no biped or quadruped, dead or alive, are here scraggy rascals in fine training, but broadfor sale. “A square covered space is as backed fellows from Norfolk, ten and eleven signed to the raiment that but recently pounders, doubtful as yet of their ultimate clad the lordly steer. There they lay, hides, fate—the fragrant roast or the savoury jng horns and all, in quaint layers, shadowing —tiny aristocratic wild rabbits, disdaining forth the grand proportions of their once companionship with the bloated plebeians mighty proprietors, who now fill the meat from Ostend, await a final asphyxia at the market inside, where meat enough to fur- hands of the much-abused, indispensable, nish a thousand lord mayor's feasts lies tear-compelling onion. Round-breasted, heaped. Short-horned Devon, and long- plump-thighed woodcock turn up their horned, ruddy, curly Hereford, have been slender bills at the neighbourhood of their

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poor relation the snipe, while curly-tailed Walking one day in the market, enjoymallard, prim little teal, and juicy widgeon ing the happy mental condition lyrically await the lemon and cayenne which are ascribed to the Jolly Young Waterman, their inevitable fate.

who “rowed along thinking of nothing at But live dogs distract attention from all," I espied a lovely "purp” reclining in dead game. The friend of man demands his little humble bed. He was asleep. his notice with exacting bark, or insinu- Doubtless, in his doggish dreams visions ating whine. Huge mastiffs tug impatiently of future greatness foated before him; at their chains, bull-dogs-fine old conser- whole hecatombs of rats, untimely slain, vatives these-blink sleepily through half ministering to his glory, and stamping closed eyes at the scene, regarding the him as no unworthy scion of a noble race. whole market, and indeed the world of He opened one eye-1

adorned these degenerate days, with ineffable scorn, with a patch of brindle—and gave me a as utterly gone and lost since the fine old glance that went straight to my heart. English pastime of bull-baiting was abo- We had divined each other. From that lished. More hopeful of the future are moment our interests were identical. The the sleek, wiry, graceful black-and-tan wary proprietor-doggiest of men-had terriers ; and they are in the right, for rats not been unobservant of my affectionate are not likely to become as rare as bus- looks. “Fine purp that, sir," he remarked tards for some time to come. Contemp- in oily tones ; "his father is the best bred tuously sneering at the mixed society dawg in Hingland. Maybe you've heard, around them, supercilious pugs turn up sir, of Muggins's Boxer ?” their wrinkled noses in disdain, or lolling Much humbled, I confessed that I had carelessly on their cushions look hopefully not had the advantage of numbering that forward to the happy time when they renowned animal among my acquaintance. shall exchange the atmosphere of Leaden- “Best dawg livin',” said my doggy friend ; hall for the more rarefied ether of Mayfair “has killed rats afore the royal family, and or Belgravia.

’arf the crowned 'eds in Europe." With sharp joyous "yap" the jovial It dawned upon me that the owner of Scotch terriers invite notice; pushing fel. this canine pearl was drawing slightly on lows these, not easily put down nor snubbed, his imagination, but I was too much enbut used to petting, to having their own chained by admiration to contradict him. way, and working their own wicked will on I was the captive of his bow—his very tassels, fringes, and other attractive odds long bow—and of his spear. I became and ends; tough little doggies too, and able, the owner of the celestial pup, parting, “ on a pinch," to take their own part right with a sigh, with my last sovereign, as one well. It was once my privilege to number upon whose like I might not look again one of these dogs among my dearest friends. for some time to come.

The dog grew I have seen the little rogue run furiously apace, increasing daily in beauty, and up to a huge Newfoundland, seize the good already sweet visions of an impromptu natured monster by the neck, and while rat-pit in the back kitchen flitted across swinging in the air enjoy in his doggish my mind, when—but why revive an unimagination the idea that he was giving speakable grief?—he was stolen: lost to the giant a good shaking !

me for ever. No treasure I could offer, Long-eared King Charles' spaniels-who and "no questions asked," sufficed to reappear to think that their mission in life is store Nipper to my longing arms; he was confined to crossing their paws and looking gone like a lovely flower torn from its pretty-recline with languid, high-bred stem. ease in dainty baskets near a brace of Apparently unheeding the cries of their milk-white bull-terrier pups. Now white natural enemies, whole flocks of pigeons ball-terriers have a fatal fascination for the enjoy a happy, if crowded existence. They present writer. I have ever cherished a are here of all sorts, sizes, and varieties. warm admiration for these charming ani. Slender, wattled carriers wait impatiently mals, uniting as they do pluck, strength, for the time when they shall again spread fidelity, and beauty. I am not particular their wings, bearing to anxious men tidings as to their entire whiteness, as a beauty of joy or sorrow, of sudden wealth or spot near the tail, and a brindled patch dire disaster, of battle, victory, or of death. over one eye, only invest the lovely posses- Graceful tumblers—aërial acrobats-pent sor with an additional charm, like a patch in narrow space, meek little black-hooded of court-plaister on the cheek of Belinda. nuns, frilled Jacobins, vain fantails, snowy

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