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excellent spy on Prince Charles, I solemnly deny that I ever, directly seem to have left their French or indirectly, saw a single line of any Ambassador to blunder and con

of their letters, till I met with them in jecture. Probably they were play- of them communicated to me.

print. Nor were the contents of any ing the same game in 1722, unless, I was never acquainted with, nor had indeed, Crawford's letter about any remittances whatsoever from, any his discovery of Dillon is a blind of these persons. And I never knew to bide their real source of infor- of any Commission issued

in mation. For Kelly, when released order to raise an insurrection in these on bail, after his arrest on May 1,

kingdoms.” writes that his examiners “men- Now, we have James's letter to tioned no persons to him, but Atterbury, of January 4, 1722: G. Dillon and one Mr Morgan.” “By next post I shall send to Mr This was on June 11, five weeks Dillon the Commissions mentioned before Crawford says that he had in my reply, and with them fair run Dillon to earth. On the warrants for your worthy Partners," whole, since the Government had and James regrets that he cannot Atterbury's letters, Mar's reply, yet make Atterbury Archbishop and skilled decipherers, or a key of Canterbury! Yet Atterbury sent by Mar, they probably did denies that he “ever knew of any know everything, and Crawford, Commissions,” and for the truth of left in the dark, was discovering the assertion he “appeals to God, the secret of Pollichinello. How- the searcher of hearts." Could ever, the evidence of Crawford's Garnet or Greenway do moreletter in Mar's favour must be nay, did they do as much ? And given for what it may be worth. this was the defence for which

Atterbury, in his defence, main- Atterbury, when concocting it, tained that "the letter from Mot- told Pope that his friends need field (Mar), “dated the 11th of not blush. To Pope, who believed May, cannot be reasonably thought him, Atterbury always kept up the to have been wrote with any other farce of his innocence. view than that of being inter- One thing, as was observed at cepted, and of fixing upon me the the time, Atterbury could not do, letter of April 20.” Thus Atter- -he could not profess his devotion bury let Mar know that he knew to the House of Hanover. As of his treason.

Ratcliffe says, in The Heart of The other curious feature in At- Mid-Lothian,' everybody has a bit terbury's defence is his extreme of conscience somewhere about equivocation, which seems to pass him.

him. But Atterbury's conscience into direct and robust lying. That was almost as carefully esoteric as he should argue against the valid- that of the worthy Rat. ity of the proofs is well and legiti- Atterbury was let off with exile, mate. But he had the audacity Plunket and Kelly had terms of to defend himself

imprisonment (Kelly escaped from

the Tower after fourteen long years © by protesting and declaring my of it, and was one of the Seven Men innocence to your lordships, in the of Moidart), only Layer was hanged. most deliberate, serious, and solemn

His skull was treasured by, and manner; and appealing to God, the buried in the hand of, Dr Rawsearcher of hearts, as to the truth of I am charged in linson—if it was his skull

, for the the report with directing [dictating doctor is said to have preserved a correspondence to Mr Kelly ; but

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like Layer, and a confessor like backed by an appeal to God, the Atterbury, the Jacobites of Eng "searcher of hearts.” He would land are not highly to be congratu not have been a credit to the lated, and Protestantism, when she Church as Archbishop of Canterthrows stones at the Jesuits of 1605, bury, especially as his temper was is rather apt to forget the fragility such that he once, in a dispute, of one of her own windows. seized Sir Harry Goring by the We have shown that

collar! Bishop's Plot" was, in atrocity The conclusion seems to be that, and absurdity, much on a level as Mr Harry Foker says, “it is a with the Gunpowder Treason. pity the clergy should meddle in We have shown that Atterbury, these matters," whether they be though he probably knew no Jesuits, Anglicans, or Covenanters, details of “The Scheme" in its “whose cry is blood, and their latest form, was acquainted with motto No Quarter," in the phrase it in its earlier shape,—for he of the Rev. Richard Cameron. had read Ormond's and Captain Will Morgan's letters, and, by The evidence is from Howells's Kelly's admission, meant to make "State Trials,' vol. xvi., the soliuse of the conspirators. We have tary volume of 'Stuart Papers' also shown that he is to treat the (1847), and the 'Report from the conspirators " tenderly," and that, Lords Committees, and Appenduring the height of The Scheme, dices' (1723); while references to he was plotting in the “arrack” the parallel intrigues of thirty affair, probably procuring the years later are from the Stuart sinews of war. This is guilt MSS. at Windsor Castle and the enough, to which he adds well- Additional Manuscripts in the nourished lies, addressed to pri- British Museum. vate friends as well as to enemies,

A. LANG.

“JÓ REGGELT!”

A HUNGARIAN LOVE-STORY,

The gipsies were playing at the Béla can only grin and bear it, Star Café, and everybody was now that Irén has given in." listening enchanted : that is so “He is not grinning much, howdelightful about the gipsies; they ever he is bearing it,” concluded satisfy every one, because every the others, and they sat down at one can read his own interpreta- a distant table. tion from their music.

The conductor of the gipsy Only Béla Katkoff sat apart and band knew Béla Katkoff well : he scowled, and never cried "Brava !” had often played for him alone. His legs were stretched straight The young man was in love, and out in front of him ; his fists the musician knew how to deal were plunged deep in his trouser- with such people. Presently bepockets; and his hat was tilted hind Béla's head, close to his left so far over his nose that you ear, there began a soft singing could barely see the gleam of his noise like the humming of bees in a hazel eyes. If you had seen them, hayfield, where the heavy heads of they would almost have scorched flowering grass knock together in you.

the sunshine : it was out in the Some of the men from the club country that Béla had first met passed him as he sat with his chair Irén, and the miserable young half-turned from the crowd on the fellow lifted his face a little and edge of the pavement.

stared across the gaslit street, half “Poor devil !” they said. “It expecting to see swinging fields of is plain to see what he suffers grass stretched before him : then from. Little Irén is to be mar- the soft hum of insects changed to ried to-morrow to old Lipik, and the far-away clear song of a lark, after Béla and she have considered that shook and trembled, and fell themselves engaged for years, it is close beside him in a rain of sweeta trifle hard !”

ness, and from that again, Irén's “Why don't they make a stand?” voice detached itself and cried, somebody asked.

“ Béla ! Béla ! are you coming ?" “No good! Irén has gone over

as if she were waiting among

the Her mother has roses in the tangled old townpersuaded her, and old Lipik is garden of the Gopal-utcza, where ever so rich. Girls are like that,” she lived with her parents when added Dezsö, the cavalry lieuten- Béla courted her. ant, who was twenty-two, and All this, and more, the gipsy knew the sex.

played at his ear, for fiddlers have “She has left off answering mostly warm hearts, and this one Béla's letters, and the marriage is was sorry for the poor young lover being rushed on at Siofók, where who had often emptied his pockets they have gone for the summer. of all their silver to pay the band

to the enemy

1 When a gipsy player wishes to pay a special compliment to any one, he leaves his orchestra, and coming close behind the chosen person plays for him alone, in a tone inaudible to the rest of the company. The effect of this on the emotional Hungarian temperament is almost overpowering.

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A Hungarian Love-Story.

101 for his pleasure. This time the sunny, smiling watering place that musician did not wait to be re- basks on the shore of Lake Balawarded, but stepped back to his ton, two hours' railway journey orchestra, and began to play the from Budapest. The smart people Rákóczy March, with which all of the capital go there for change; Hungarian concerts begin and end. and thither went Irén's parents He left his music to filter into for the summer months, when the Béla's brain, and by the time it heat in the Gopal-utcza and the had done so, the café crowd had attentions of Béla Katkoff began dispersed, and the waiters, in a to cause them inconvenience. They sleepy group, came and stared at hired a villa on the lake-side, a the young man in the corner,-as stone's throw from the handsome a hint that they, at least, were new hotel where old Lipik had ready for their beds.

established himself. Every day “Béla ! Béla ! are you coming ?” the family and the rich old widower that is what the fiddle had sung met a dozen times, and Béla's in his ear. He jumped up, knock- letters had stopped unaccountably ing over his chair in his sudden after the first week. hurry of decision, and scattering “What did you expect ?” said the sleepy waiters right and left. Irén's mother, in answer to the Yes ! he was coming, to confront girl's downcast air and sad questionher on her wedding-day, to fling ing eyes, rather than to any words back her fair words and smiles that she spoke. “You are gone, and kisses in her false face, to the house is closed, there are no make her his deepest bow, such as dinners or suppers to be gained he made to the law examiners by philandering, -you cannot look when they granted him his degree, for sincerity from a hungry law

Farewell, Miss Irén. I student, eh? But you are only return you the heart that you eighteen after all, and cannot know once gave me; pray offer it to everything. Look at Lipik,” the Arpad Lipik with the compli- matron continued, waxing warm, ments of Béla Katkoff!” Some- for here was a subject she could thing of that sort he would say dilate on; “what a man-generto her on her wedding morning at ous, well - to - do- Yesterday Siofók : she deserved it for leav- at the restaurant he put down a ing him without a word. He gold piece for the music, andstumbled homewards across the And Gyargyvics left it on the rough stones and wide deserted table. He would not touch it,” places of the sleeping city. Even interrupted Irén, hotly; "the gipBudapest was asleep at last, for sies will not take money from the stars were paling above the those they do not love, and Lipik Danube and the dawn was nigh called them all vagabonds the at hand. Ah! that lark, that other day after supper. I rememlark ! How it sang! dropping ber when Béla Katkoff gave them down from the heights of heaven all his silver, one night that they into the heart of the dark city, played for me in the Park, they & strange hour for a lark to be kissed his hands and told him he abroad before the sun, and to call was their brother and their friend,

Come, Béla, come !” in shrill, and they were glad to benefit from clear tones like a girl !

him." And at the recollection,

Irén, who had no proper pride, Do you know Siofók? It is the began to cry.

and say,

“Ah, wasting money with vag veil. She stood instead by the rants and worse, in all the cafés in window-her bedroom was on the the town," said her mother, who ground-floor, and just a yard above was nothing if not illogical. the garden ; she leaned her fore

This sort of thing went on day head against the glass door, one side by day, and Béla did not answer of which stood open, and thought Irén's letter: naturally, in a few of Béla's treachery and her unweeks her marriage with Lipik answered letters, of how unworthy was announced.

he was, and how dear! There were

rose-bushes below the windowThe morning train came bust- heavy Maréchal Niels that drooped ling into Siofók, while half the their yellow balls awry, crimsonworld was still drinking its coffee. velvet Jacqueminots, and creamBéla got out, and strode along the white Princes de Galles — hundusty road towards the villa of dreds had been cut for the wedIrén's parents : he had never vis- ding, but hundreds bloomed still, ited there before, and he asked and their scent went up like the way of a peasant who sat incense in the warm sunshine, munching by the wayside. reminding the girl of the rose

“The third white house on the walk, so sweet and still, at the back left - where the flag flies," an of the old family house in the swered the man, with his mouth Gopal- utcza. The roses in the full of cold sausage.

“There is town-garden were old-fashioned, a marriage there to-day,-here's uncared-for, and poor, not perfect to the bride!” and he lifted the and proud as their Siofók sisters ; kulacs that hung across his waist, but the scent of roses is the same with a flourish to his lips.

everywhere, especially when one is Béla sped on. The lark had young and in love! And there, ceased singing in his ears now, among the rose-bushus before her, albeit the meadows on either hand not a yard apart, stood Béla Katkoff. were full of them; he only heard, reggelt ! i Irén ; I have come repeated over and over again, the to make a wedding present to smart speech that he meant to Arpad Lipik,” he began, “to return make to his false love: “I return you the heart that you once gave you

the heart that you once gave me; pray offer it to Arpad Lipik "O Béla, Béla! why did you with the compliments of Béla leave me? why did you not answer Katkoff!” It sounded very cut my letters ?” sobbed Irén, who was ting and to the point, and exactly taken by surprise, and had not as if some one else spoke it. prepared any sarcastic speeches.

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At the villa every one was busy, And then, somehow, Béla could and the bride, with her white face, not recollect a word more of what was dreadfully in the way.

he intended to say, but had jumped to your room and stay there—lie over the low window-sill, and held down till I come for you,” said her her, shrinking and shivering in mother, and Irén was glad to her little white dressing-gown, in obey, though she could not lie his strong eager arms. What is down, for all her little narrow bed the good of concocting sarcastic was covered with the folds and speeches for one side of the conflounces of the wedding dress and versation only?

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