his own career, galloping backwards and forwards, to the left and right, without aim or motive; racing to and fro in the very madness of his panic, as he tried to escape the grasp of the hungry waters; racing to and fro until at last, quite suddenly, he stopped in his wild gallop, stood trembling for a moment with his eyes wild and strained, while the waves broke under his raised head, then with a cry that was almost human in its anguish, he threw his head back, and Royden knew that he alone lived in that rush of rising waters, and that his only chance of safety was to cling to his dead companion. At first the effort to keep his seat engrossed all his energies, but gradually that tension relaxed, while now he held one hand upon the breast of his coat, guarding that lately won paper in its grip. Dreamily, with a consciousness of utter helplessness which was almost a relief after his restless feverish exertion, he floated on the surface of the tide; recalling brokenly, as one sometimes recalls a dream, how one man years ago, carrying an infant in his arms, had been drowned within this bay; languidly wondering over the exact spot, and morbidly trying to imagine the scene. Then there came into his mind-still softly and vaguely-the story of a wreck upon this coast, and, looking out to sea, he tried to guess the spot where the ship had foundered, and wished that he could float far out to sea, and fall just there. One minute he was piercing the misty darkness with his eyes, and calculating how long it might be possible for him to live, and in the next he bent his head against the beating spray, with a faint smile upon his lips, and dipping his hand into the water, laid it upon his burning brow and lips. But, through all, his fingers never once relaxed in their close clasp upon those papers he had borne so far in safety-so far! Just before the dawn of the June morning a group of fishermen slowly passed along the silent, dewy park to the locked door of Westleigh Towers. They were men to whom this beautiful park had been lent as holiday ground; they were men who had learned to love the master who had treated them as brothers, and not serfs; and so no cheek was dry when they trod noiselessly under the whispering leaves, bearing him among them, still with his fingers tightly closed upon the paper he had borne so far. Gently and regretfully these men disturbed the sleeping household, and, with hands that were delicate then, if they had never been so before, they laid him in one of his own beautiful rooms. And when a girlish figure crept in and stood beside him, appealing mutely and tearfully for tidings, they whispered, in hushed and broken tones, that, sailing past the bay as the tide went down, they had found him there upon his dead horse, benumbed and motionless, as he must have floated for three hours at least. Benumbed and motionless! These were the words the men chose, because they saw the fear and horror in the pale face they gazed upon. But Alice knew what they left unsaid, and when she bent above the prostrate form, seeking in vain for some faint sign of life, a cry of terrible despair escaped her parted lips. White and still the brave face lay; nerveless and powerless was the tall strong form; yet still the wet stiff fingers of the right hand held their firm grip upon that packet, safely borne through all. CALL this idle history the "Berry of the Yew;" Because there's nothing sweeter than its husk of scarlet glue, She loved me all things told it; eye to eye, and palm to palm : As the pause upon the ceasing of a thousandvoiced psalm And nothing half so bitter as its black core bitten Was the mighty satisfaction and the full eternal through. I loved, saw hope, and said so; learned that Laura loved again; Wherefore speak of joy then suffer'd? My head throbs, and I would fain Find words to lay the spectre starting now before my brain. calm. On her face, when she was laughing, was the seriousness within ; Her sweetest smiles (and sweeter did a lover never win),' Ere half done, grew so absent that they made her fair cheek thin. On her face, when she was talking, thoughts We tremble for an instant, and a single instant unworded used to live; So that when she whisper'd to me, "Better joy Earth cannot give," Her silent lips continued, "But Earth's joy is fugitive." For there a nameless something, though suppress'd, still spread around; The same was on her eyelids, if she look'd towards the ground; When she spoke I knew directly that the same was in the sound ; A fine dissatisfaction which at no time went away, But brooded on her spirit, even at its brightest play, Till her mirth was like the sunshine in the closing of the day. II. more Let none ask joy the highest, save those who Of easy smiles, ignoring this embarrassment, and would have it end: There's weight in earthly blessings; they are earthy, and they tend By predetermin'd impulse, at their highest, to descend. I still for a happy season, in the present, saw the past, Mistaking one for the other, feeling sure my hold was fast On that of which the symbols vanish'd daily: but at last, then This pass'd off, and soon after I went home, and took a pen, And wrote the signs here written, with much more, and where, and when; And, having read them over once or twice, sat down to think, From time to time beneath them writing more, till, link by link, The evidence against her was fulfill'd: I did not shrink, As when we watch bright cloud-banks round But I read them all together, and I found it was about the low sun ranged, We suddenly remember some rich glory gone or changed, All at once I comprehended that her love was grown estranged. no dream. What I felt I can't remember; an oblivion which the gleam Of light which oft comes through it shows for blessedness extreme. From this time, spectral glimpses of a darker fear At last I moved, exclaiming, "I will not believe, came on: They came; but since I scorn'd them, were no sooner come than gone.- At times, some gap in sequence frees the spirit, and, anon, We remember states of living ended ere we left the womb, And see a vague aurora flashing to us from the tomb, until I've spoken once with Laura." Thereon all my heart grew still : For doubt and faith are active, and decisions of the will. IV. I found my Love. was pale. We talk'd: but words on both sides, seem'd to sicken, flag, and fail. She started: I suppose that I The dreamy light of new states, dashed tremen- Then I gave her what I'd written, watching dously with gloom. whether she would quail. In and out flew sultry blushes: so, when red Oh, ghastly corpse of Love so slain! it makes the reflections rise From conflagrations, filling the alarm'd heart with surmise, They lighten now, now darken, up and down the gloomy skies. world its hearse; Or, as the sun extinct and dead, after the doomsday curse, It rolls, an unseen danger, through the darkened universe. She finish'd once; but fearing to look from it, I struggled to forget this; but, forgetfulness too read it o'er sweet! Ten times at least. Poor Laura, had those read- It startled with its sweetness, thus involv'd its ings been ten score, own defeat ; That refuge from confusion had confused thee And, every time this happen'd, aching memory more and more! would repeat I said, "You're ill; sit, Laura," and she sat down The shock of that discovery: so at length I and was meek. "Ah tears! not lost to God then. But pray Laura, do not speak : I understand you better by the moisture on your cheek." She shook with sobs, in silence. I yet checking passion's sway, Said only, "Farewell, Laura!" then got up, and strode away; learn'd by heart, And never, save when sleeping, suffer'd thence forth to depart, The feeling of my sorrow: and in time this sooth'd the smart. Yet even now not seldom, in my leisure, in the thick Of other thoughts, unchalleng'd, words and looks come crowding thick— For I felt that she would burst my heart asunder They do while I am writing, till the sunshine should I stay. makes me sick. THE BEE IN THE BONNET. F course, when I received a letter from little Ned Ward, announcing that at last he was going to be happy, I ought to have felt sympathetically joyful. When the letter went on to state that I must, under extraordinary penalties, present myself that evening at his chambers in Crown Office Row, to partake of a gorgeous banquet in honour of the occasion, and to drink her health in a great number of bumpers, I ought to have accepted the invitation with a rapt alacrity, and have conducted myself generally in a light-hearted and genial manner. He had always been little Ned Ward to me. He was my junior: he had been my fag at school. He had been a little pale-faced boy, very thin and weakly, with dry, fair hair, and a blue jacket and bright buttons, when I had been an ultra-grown youth, suffering acutely in stick-ups, and perplexedly grand in a tail-coat. But now things were changed. Professionally he was a barrister in the Temple; I was simply an attorney in Essex Street. He had been decidedly successful; I had been decidedly less fortunate. It was a dull November afternoon, and though the clock of St. Clement Danes had only just struck three, it was so dark and foggy that the office candles-massive dips, with a tendency to gutter, and otherwise conduct themselves disagreeably-were already lighted, when entered my room my clerk, Mr. Beale, and presented me with a card, informing me that the gentleman whose name it bore desired very much to see me. "Captain Brigham, R.N." Could he be a new client? But I had no time for reflection. I raised the shades of my candlesticks, to distribute the light more generally about the room, and became conscious of the presence of a tall, stout, elderly gentleman, with a flaxen wig and gold spectacles. I begged him to be seated. He bowed politely, placed an ebony walking-stick, heavily mounted with silver and decked with copious black silk tassels, on the table beside him, and a very shiny hat with a vivid white lining on the floor, and then calmly seated himself, facing me at my desk. Without speaking, he drew off his black kid gloves and dropped each into his hat. He produced a heavy gold snuff-box, and solaced himself with no stinted pinch. He 8 OHN SEE, THE CONQUERING HERO COM EAMES had reached his office he hardly knew whether he was What could I do, you kn precisely at twelve o'clock, but when he fire for me, of course." standing on his heels or his head. The did so hole morning had been to him one of intense veitement, 21111 latterly, to a certain extent, one of riumph. But be the result. e did not at all know what might Would he be taken before a magis rate and locked up? Would there be a row at the office? Would Crosbie call him out, and, if So, would it be with pistols ? Lord de Guest. to take upon And then you went me a note. Maria he had found anyt "And what di "Come; that very good care morning, for f incumbent on him to fight a duel Wrongs? What would all the Dale family say of importance and think? the sensation eye. first day at the office he heard During his nothing about of it to any orie. he had gone with Lord de increased con over, I must It was known in his room that clown to spend his Christmas holiday Johnny Ean his due, he was gradually acqui a good footing among the inc out as he walked home to T Cradell, he did tell him for himself And you asked Cradell, "Yes, I dic 1. I to do it! went in at him on the If I didn't do it the intendent. our hero. 66 And what's to "Well, he'll put it in t course; as I did with F Lupex. And, upon my wo to do something of the kind aga last night was outrageous; would you it--" "Oh, he's a fool." "He's a fool you wouldn't like to meet when he's in one of his mad fits, I can tell you that. I absolutely had to sit up in my own bedroom all last night. Mother Roper told me that if I remained in the drawing-room she would feel herself obliged to have a policeman in the house. It had become plainly understand Roperites that Eames' position we since he had been honoured with the Lord de Guest. Mrs. Layer, always sat at dinner, with a view as it were from the dangerous Cradell, treated him with a muchedums Spruce always called him "F helped him the first of the mindful about his fat and g less able than she was befin possession of his heart and of "It is such a privileg with the nobility, was a girl, I used to "You ain't a gir not talk about been at that came down so, when red Oh, ghastly nepse of Love si sl. I BUDS TÍM world is becoNE T rm'd heart with Or, as the sto extort mi dead in the ip and down the It res a ser inge dong the burkend universe g to look from it. I struggled to forget this: ben forgettiness te sweet ura, had those read- It started with is sveetues to brivi its cwo Sedex = n had confused thee And every time this happening memory Laura," and she sat down The shock of that Esecvery: so it lash I leam by lea › God then. But pray And even a vien sleeping sufer i thence er by the moisture on your The Seeing i ny row: and a time in silence. I yet checking ell, Laura!" then got tis and THE BY THE BONNET. F course, when I received at tron t to have felt sympathetic I ww & fill November afternoon, and though the sex sf Clement Danes had only just QUE SPA I Was to dark and foggy that the vfez aules-musive dips, with a tendency to puter uut verveendact themselves disagreedis - were meaty sed, when entered my room no cert. Á bae and presented me with a card, thương te has the gentleman whose name it wo towed vary unea to see me. "Captain brasan 1.5* Can be be a new client? But Let I me he reflection. I raised the shades ✅ by Saulestier to distribute the light more metal aver the room, and terrate conscious He had always been little Ned Ward to me. Ha as my junior: he had been my fag at when He had been a little pale-faced boy, very thin and -- weakly, with dry, fair hair, and a blue jacket and bright buttons, when I had been an ultra-grown youth, suffering acutely in stick-ups, and perplexedly grand in a tail-coat. But now things were changed. Professionally he was a barrister in the Temple; I was simply an attorney in Essex Street. He had been decidedly successful; I had been decidedly less fortunate. |