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wounds ; water-cresses, because they are good for Man or devil, you shan't rob us of our gold !' the stone, dropsy, and scurvy; oranges and he cried. 'Here, man or devil, overboard you go.' lemons, because they are useful in ague ; and And he advanced to seize Gerard in his powerful mistletoe, because it helps the falling evil. Ash

arms. But John, who now saw how matters stood, leaves were not to be despised, because, steeped in wine, they made men lean.

caught Brumfit by the arm. It will be noticed that melancholy is considered

"Where's the bag ? Get that first,' he shrieked. a disease. There are several secrets' purporting Throw away the money, you fool, again !! Then to cure it, which were doubtless in great request. Brumfit recoiled. After all, to do a murder is a It is indeed no wonder that dames and maidens very horrible thing to the most brutal nature, and were fond of gathering simples, when we consider oftener done under the influence of brute fear than the cheering virtues that were attributed to them. of brute courage. To leave the man to drown, had A syrup made of borage and bugloss, they were been easy enough ; the boat was overloaded, and told, cured melancholy, caused light hearts, and took away grief. Who would not drink a cup of every man ought to look after himself ; but to kill this mixture to the dregs ? We are apt to look him now in cold blood was different. upon short memories as misfortunes ; Mr Culpeper

• Come out here into the light, young chap, do looked upon them as a disease, and was ready with you hear ?' his secrets to lengthen them. 'Anoint your temples, Gerard wouldn't move. That he had overheard where the arteries pass, once a month, with the more than these rascals would dare to let him gall of a partridge—it mightily strengthens the memory,' he would inform any dazed

go free to repeat, was evident enough. As long

young student or failing senior who came to him ; 'or

as he held to the bag, they wouldn't throw him try rubbing the soles of your feet with mustard; over the rocks; but his life would not be safe this will help your forgetfulness, and quicken your the moment he parted with that. As long as he motions too. Corpulence, too, is included in the held it, he was safe, but not for a moment after. list of infirmities common to the subjects of King His position was a strong one, with his back Charles II. Culpeper thus speaks of those afflicted against the crag, in the angle between the rock with too great a girth : “Some men are so gross and and the summer-house ; he had secured a splinter fat that they can hardly walk or do any business ; from the rock, a sharp triangular stone ; his right let such eat three or four cloves of garlick every morning with bread and butter, and fast two hours arm was still powerful, he could knock over the after it, and let their drink' be water wherein first man who approached him. fennel hath been boiled; it will, in a very small "Give up that money-bag, young man, that you time, ease them.'

snatched out of my hands. It isn't yours; and if But over, and under, and through all this phy- you don't work fair, you'll have to be dealt with sician's practice there was a constant deference, foul!' or reference, to the planets. Not a herb could be

'If it isn't mine, it isn't yours,' said Gerard. gathered but at given seasons indicated by them; nor a cure effected without their propitious in

•Come, young gentleman,' said John interposing, fluence. We may congratulate ourselves, as we let us have our money, and then go your way. turn from his nut-brown volume, that physic has You shan't be touched afterwards ; no, indeed.' divorced itself from astrology, even if its progress has 'If you will go before me to the banker's housenot been otherwise to our satisfaction. With the you are his servant, I know—if you will go-you keen relish he possessed for exposing pretensions, three-and wake up your master, I will hand him shewn in his denunciations of counterfeit drugs the money to hold for you.' and in his treatise on errors in chirurgery, we

The money is ours, and Mr Rowlands has may take it for granted that Culpeper himself would have turned the planets out of his surgery,

nothing to do with it,' said John. “Give it up, if his life had been longer.

and you go safe ; if not?

'Well, if not ?'

'If not, you beggar, you shall swing for it!' cried WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY.

an exulting voice from above, and at the same IN THIRTY-FOUR CHAPTERS.-CHAPTER XXIII. moment Gerard felt a rope about him. Whilst he Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff

had been talking to the clerk, Brumfit had crept That beetles o'er his base unto the sea.

back into the room above in the summer-house, 'HEAVENLY powers !' cried Ellis, “it is the young had noosed a cord, and thrown it over Gerard's man who was drowned !-John, what shall we head. do? Let us run for our lives.'

'I ain't been rough-riding in the Pampas for All were awestruck for a moment, as they recog- nothing, my bullies !' said Brumfit exultingly, as nised, in the figure crouched against the corner of he tightened the cord and drew it round a massive the rock, the young man whom they thought they beam in the roof. “Now, my beauty, hand out had left behind them, a corpse, on Ynys Enlli. that bag before I count ten, or up you go dancing

Even Brumfit was staggered, and put his hands to the devil's hornpipe. One, two, three!' his eyes, to hide the dreadful sight. But his stupor “Stop!' cried Gerard in agony; ‘if I give it you, was only for a moment. Gerard moved, and as will you let me go free ?' he moved, the money in the canvas-bag, which he Eh?' said the man doubtfully, bending down had placed in his pocket, chinked and rattled. The and scrutinising the prisoner's face. “What ! you sound awoke the fury of Brumfit.

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the white-feather, eh ?' The mocking face, with summer-house, leaving Gerard unguarded for the its long rough beard, was brought within a few feet moment. But he also was too much entranced by of Gerard's head, as the man leaned forward, grasp- what he saw to take advantage of their neglect

. ing the rope with both his hands, and tightening nothing of this, came forward through the gate, and

She-the white vestal figure-meantime noticing its tension till it was agony to bear it. Gerard made a spring—it was his only chance strained she walked, easily erect ; her hair bung

along the narrow, rocky path. Freely and uncon-sprang like a tiger at the brutal mocking face, down in loose and careless masses ; her eyes, boland grasped it firmly by the beard, twisting his emnly inquiring of something, were steadfastly fixed, hand round and round in the hair of it.

looking into mid-air ; fair embroidery was about Brumfit shrieked and roared with the pain, and her neck and shoulders ; her loose, white garment perforce loosened his grasp of the rope, as he used toated about her, shewing here the fair lines of a his hands to grapple with his assailant; but the rounded bust, there the flowing curves of the limits other two now seized their opportunity, and pinion- white and naked feet gleamed on the rocky path;

of a nymph of Diana. Beneath her robes, her ing Gerard by arms and legs, dragged him back to her arms were hanging carelessly by her side ; and the platform in front of the summer-house.

in a hand she held a candlestick with extinguished No bloodshed,' said John. "Tie his arms and candle. legs, and fling him into the cellar.'

All the living things of the night seemed to *Ah ! tie him up, and fling him into the cellar,' call her back as she opened that wicket-gate. whispered Brumfit hoarsely. "Curse him! he's The glowing light from her chamber-window, shintorn out half my beard. Fling him down the hole ; ing now white, now red—the round red eye of the he 'll tell no tales there. There's three feet of light-tower on the cliff—the twinkling lamps of water down there to stop his mouth.'

the ships—the sad and gleaming stars, all were In all this struggle for life or death, there had heeded none of these, but went forth into the

calling to her: 'Come back, come back!' But she been no loud shouting, no cries, the silence of the darkness, her eyes fixed on mid-air. And thus she night had hardly been disturbed. As they stood walked on void alike of fear, of hope, or of purpose, now, Gerard, a hopeless prisoner in the hands of except for the vague questioning of her solemn eyes

, his captors, he looked round once more at the fair She walked steadily along the path, steadily, and scene which should be his last vision of life. Oh, yet doubtfully, as though her limbs

, like wellit could not be that he was going to diedrowned trained steeds, obeyed yet questioned the guidance like a rat in a hole. It could not be that all this her robe floating over the abyss, treading fearlessis;

of an unfamiliar hånd. Along the path she came, fair world to him should be as nothing ! that the

as with accustomed footsteps. But the gully, coldness and darkness of death should blot him ah ! the gully, where the footpath had crumbled out for ever! Surely, helplessly to meet death with away! The small white foot was put out, that all the faculties undimmed, with every power and step was destruction ! desire in full force-to meet death with life unful- With a loud shout, Gerard leaped from his nook filled, was to compress all human woe into one on the rock, sprang across the gully a little above short space of bewildered agony! And yet, doubt- where she stood rocking over the abyss

, seizing her less, the recording spirit undismayed witnessed the by the arm as he sprang, and clasping her firmly terrified rush of all the currents of life, noted their to him with his sound arm, carried her safely to agonies, noted and pitied, with a profound sadness, the wicket-gate, laid her tenderly on the

grass, perchance with an awful curiosity !

then turned round to face his pursuers. Was there no help, then, in this calm, unfeeling world ; in the cruel sea, chating its rocky bounds; in the cold moon, even now rising sadly over the mountains ; in the dark shadows of the hills ; in

For nothing can be ill, if she be well the twinkling lights of the shore ? No; there was Evan Rowlands, too, at the stroke of three awoke no help for him ; he must die !

from the heavy sleep in which he had been wrapped, But whilst he thus hopelessly looked round, he for after he had settled with the men who were heard a faint noise like the opening of a door or preying upon him, he had been too much exhausten window a long way off. Coming in the stillness of to find his way to bed—awoke to find himself cold

, the night—a stillness unbroken, except by the thick, and cramped, and miserable. But the misery of hurried breathing of the men who stood over him- age is not so poignant as the misery of youth: this faint noise was heard by all who stood on the age possesses so much in the past, so little in the plateau ; and for a moment the grasp of hands future ; youth has all in hope, and nothing in upon Gerard slackened, and all looked eagerly in possession, and so is bankrupt indeed, if hope be the direction from which the sound proceeded taken away. Rowlands, only passively miserable

, that is, along the narrow ledge or pathway which crept away to his bed, and then bethought him led from the wicket-gate in the garden of Bodgadfan. that he had never said good-night to Winny. He All of a sudden, there appeared at the gate a had even forgotten that in his distress-had forwhite and vestal form. Thrown up against the gotten his nightly visit to his daughter's bed-side

. deep, luminous gray of sea and sky, the figure Ever since she had been a child of three or four, seemed almost gigantic. Clad in white from head he had been accustomed to go and give her a to foot, glowing with a mystic light, her face good-night kiss, to stop, perhaps, and gossip 3 fev directed to the crouching men on the rock, she moments by her bed-side, to smooth the pillow; seemed a very embodiment of an accusing spirit

to and tuck in the counterpane ; and the custom kad the would-be murderers. In horror and expecta- never been discontinued, though Winny was no tion they huddled together on the steps of the longer a child. He made his way, therefore

, along







the silent deserted passages towards the north years ago, when the wild Cymry, rushing down wing of the house, in which his daughter slept. upon the little sheltered village of the Gaels, had

As he opened the folding-doors which divided fired the thatched roofs of its miserable cutiau, and the new wing from the older portion, he was met brought destruction upon all that dwelt therein. by a great waft of hot smoky air and vapour. In For the old hall of Bodgadfan was gutted and agonised alarm, he ran quickly forward towards destroyed ; its weather-worn gray walls were all the hall. The hall was of an ancient fashion, besmirched with smoke, or whitened by flame ; its open to the roof-timbers of the house; from timbers were sticking out here and there, charred it were entered all the rooms on the ground and blackened ; its lawns were trodden into mud; floor ; whilst a broad oak staircase 'led up to its glass houses shattered into fragments. a gallery running round three of its sides, from The new wing was untouched by the flames, which opened the doors of the sleeping-rooms. and in his study sat Evan Rowlands, desolate.

The staircase was still standing, but the gallery He had thought, when his daughter appeared to on the north side was on fire, the tongues of flame him alive and unhurt, that no further misfortune licking the sides of the walls, and darting eagerly could now affect him ; that he could bear with up at the timbers of the roof. But the most cruel unconcern any evils Fate might have in store for sight of all to see was that the flames had come him. But with the cold bleak morning came a from out of Winny's bedroom, which was a mass revulsion of feeling: he wished he had perished of white, blinding fire, glowing through the shat- in the flames; kinder, in the short agony they would tered doorway. She might be still saved from the have inflicted, than the smooth, gentle world to front. Giving a wild tug at the alarm-bell as he the man who has lost his footing and has fallen. passed, he opened the hall door, and ran out into For he had fallen now; there was no doubt about the front. But, miserable man that he was, he it. It was useless to try to escape his destiny. was too late! The fire had shivered the glass of He had seen clearly, last night, when he was the window, and thick black smoke was rolling visited by John and his two associates, that he was out, in which a tongue of red flame every now and hopelessly in the toils. John had even proposed to then leaped into life. No human being could be him that they should appropriate the balance of alive in that chamber of fire. There was a wooden gold and marketable securities lying in the bank verandah outside Winny's room, and he might coffers, and divide the proceeds amongst the four; reach that by a little bridge which connected it that the bank should be closed next day, and Rowwith a rocky knoll that abutted on the eastern lands be declared a bankrupt; that the deficiency wing. If he couldn't save her, he might at least in the cash should be accounted for by remittances die with her. In a moment, the black smoke- on account of the expenses of the ship, for which cloud from the window changed to a glow of blind- Captain Ellis and he would find vouchers. The ing flame, and the wooden verandah shrivelled up banker had temporised with this offer. He thought before it. Evan threw himself upon the ground, he might be able to turn the tables on his friends : and beat his forehead against the earth.

he had thought of giving them all into the custody What happiness would have been to him the of the police on a charge of conspiracy. But then misery of a few moments ago! Had his daughter the written authority he had given his clerk to only been spared to him, what joy the wretched- deal with the ship as he thought fit—this damning ness of ruin would seem! At the thought of her evidence would surely convict him too. And then miserable, tortured death, his reason left him. He the young man taken away, by his orders, from leaped to his feet with all the vigour of youth. his house, and put on board the doomed vessel, “O Winny, Winny, anwyl bach, come back to me, lost so soon after : here were tragic proofs enough or let me go to you!' he cried, as he stretched to blot his name from the roll of honest men. his arms to the flames, and ran tottering towards And what was more terrible still, he could not them.

own himself guiltless! No; for one fatal moment, 'Father !' said a voice close to his ear; and then he had been a murderer in his heart; of that he turned, and fell upon his daughter's neck. moment the Evil One had taken advantage; he was

As for Gerard, standing at bay by the wicket-lost, for ever lost ! Before a danger so imminent, gate, the whole of the events of the next few in the presence of a doom so terrible, his mind moments seemed to him as a vision. He thought almost gave way; but then the thought came to he saw the figure of the burly mate leaping out at him: lost as he was, he might yet save his daughhim from the chasm--thought he saw him recoil, ters, his son! For his own sake, he had rather end as a bell seemed to clang forth defiance into his it at once-confess the evil thoughts he had harvery face, and a bright light shot out, and boured, the evil deeds he had sanctioned, and await shouts and cries were heard : he thought, too, he the penalty. But for their sakes he would yet saw figures crawling down the rocks. But, for his play out his part. And then there came to him part, he could do no more ; he could only lie upon the coolness and clear-sightedness of utter despair. the grass, clutching at it with his hands, whilst the The worst had happened to him; he could fall no powers of earth and heaven fought their fight out lower ; but he might yet stand forth for awhile above him.

before the world a whited sepulchre, an outwardly

respectable man. If he could only make up CHAPTER XXV.

enough to save Arthur from sharing his ruin,

then the crash might come ; there would be a But look! the morn, in russet mantle clad,

home for his daughters, a plank to save them from Walks on the dew of yon high eastern hill.

the wreck. The sun, rising over the rocks, and peering down The fire had complicated matters still more. His into the little glen of Bodgadfan, sees a very sad goods were insured at their full value. The money sight on this winter morning, such a sight as he he would receive from the insurance company had never seen since that black day, two thousand would be a seasonable reinforcement, if he could

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only hold out; but would not all the circumstances tell cruelly against him, if the real state of his A LINCOLNSHIRE VILLAGE. affairs became known?

All cannot from a Yorkshire fell, Whilst he sat in his study musing and mourn

O'er heather-purpled moors, look down ing, alternately calling to his memory all the past The sea-fringed vales ; not all can dwell scenes of his life, crying out sadly to himself: “Why

Where Cornwall's granite cliti-walls frown. should it end thus? What evil hand is this which has thus wrecked a well-spent life?' or again eagerly

Such charms though Mem'ry can create, forecasting all the direful contingencies of the sad

When willing hearts hear duty's voice;

Contented thankfulness will mate future—the room was suddenly darkened, and between him and the light he saw the figures of

With common sights, and yet rejoice. his three accomplices. They tapped at the win- A straggling knot of dull brick streets, dow, and he rose and let them in.

Backed by flat plough-land-see my home ; What do you want now?' he cried.

A straight-cut stream gray sky there meets, *Wait a bit,' cried John. "We've been robbed,

Here brick kilns hang a smoky dome. Mr Rowlands, bach-robbed of our hard earnings by a bit of a lad ; and that's our first job with

Gaunt ash-trees, lonely poplars wave,

Tall sedges pipe their endless song; you. We want a warrant for him, Mr Rowlands.'

The sullen crow, wben west winds rave, •You must apply through the police,' said

The muddy sheep-cotes stalks among.
Rowlands. “Give in your complaint to Sergeant
Jones, and he will come to me for a warrant if it's You shudder? Yes, but if you came

To work here with a brave stern mind, “Yes,' said John ; 'only time presses; the lad

Dull sights would seem not quite the same; will be away if we're not sharp; and I thought

Perchance some beauties you might find. you wouldn't care to have Sergeant Jones up

Here the dark curtain of the morn here till things had been cleared away a bit. That

Is lifted from an amber sky; was why I didn't bring him with me, Mr Row

And stars and daisies, grass and corn, lands.'

Please as elsewhere th' observant eye. What do you mean ?' • Do you know what they're saying in the town

If Nature wears a homely face, about the fire, Mr Rowlands, eh? That the fire at

Denies men here her grandest mood; Bodgadfan was lit to warm the bank ? Deed,

Woo her, and many a hidden grace you were too quick altogether, Mr Rowlands, bach;

She coyly yields for Fancy's food. first the ship, then the house. You 'll bring dis

The world's great drama in these cots credit upon us with being too quick, Mr Rowlands.'

Is acted out, the old, old strife "You villain !' exclaimed the banker. You

Repeats itself; tears—blanks-foul blots know, at all events, however much appearances

Deface this page of human life. may be against me'• That's just it-appearances, Mr Rowlands; you

Though humble, here are doubts, hopes, fears, should take more care of appearances. Now, look

The poor man's spite, the fool's base greeds ;

And one a cheerful visage wears, here, what I find in the lawn of Bodgadfan! See, Mr Rowlands, a candlestick ! such a pretty can

While secretly his torn heart bleeds. dlestick! I know whose candlestick it is. I know

Squalid and toil-worn, without books who unlaces her pretty little stays with this pretty

Or lore of buried years-- Romance little candlestick. Well, we'll say it's Miss May find here lowly heroes, looks Winny's candlestick, eh, Mr Rowlands? Well, the

That fall before a maiden's glance. fire burns all Miss Winny's room to cinders, but it

You smile : for nobler scenes you yearn; doesn't burn pretty Miss Winny, or pretty Miss Winny's pretty candlestick-no!

And see, on

These simple themes upon you grate;

Well, one at least will strive to learn the little curly handle here, a little tiny bit of

In poor dim ways man's work, man's fate. --what do you think, Mr Rowlands, bach, eh ?why, a bit of burned lace-curtain ! Ha, ha! No peaks of snow gleam interfused Miss Winny. She's very dutiful daughter; O

With rosy tints here-day's last breath; yes, Mr Rowlands, bach !'

But here is that which, rightly used, ‘Villain ! don't bring my daughter's name out of

Will solve the ends of life and death. your foul throat again, or I'll brain you where you stand!' cried Rowlands, jumping up almost The Publishers of CHAMBERS's Journal beg to direct crazy with passion.

the attention of CONTRIBUTORS to the following notice : A tap was heard at the door. “May I come in?' 1st. All communications should be addressed to the cried the sweet voice of Winny, who opened the

* Editor, 47 Paternoster Row, London.' door and walked in without waiting for a reply.

2d. To insure the return of papers that may prove * Deed, Miss Winny, you are the very one we

ineligible, postage-stamps should in every caso accum. are looking for,' cried John, running to fetch her 3d. AU MSS. should bear the author's full CHRISTIAN a chair. "We're quite a family party now, eh,

name, surname, and address, legibly written. Mr Rowlands ?'

4th, MSS. should be written on one side of the leaf on?s. “Then I'm afraid I'm an intruder,' said a frank,

Unless Contributors comply with the abore rulas, die clear English voice, that of Gerard, who had fol- Editor cannot undertake to return rejected papers. lowed Winny into the room.

The three accomplices stared at each other in Printed and Published by W. & R, CHAMBERS, 47 Pater blank amazement. The banker looked puzzled ; noster Row, LONDON, and 339 High Street, EDINBURGH he had never seen Gerard Robertson.

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waistcoat! Poised in air, on quivering wings, we FROM AN INDIAN VERANDAH,

watch him thrust his slender bill into each blossom, PEOPLE who have never been in India are wont chirping to his wife meanwhile, who is engaged to take an exaggerated view of the disagreeables with maternal cares in a marvellous nest, swinging attendant upon an enforced confinement to the from a twig of the passion-flower creeper, that house during the daytime, such as most Anglo- covers the arch above mentioned. Mrs HoneyIndians must endure in a climate where there is bird is an architect of taste: the house, about the little pleasure, and some risk, in exposure to the size of a large orange, is beautifully built of scraps sun from 9 A.M. to 4 P.M. They forget, or are of paper, dried leaves, wool, and feathers, so curiignorant of the fact, that Indian bungalows are ously woven together, that unless closely examined, built on a very different pattern from that of it would be hard to say what was its material. It English houses ; that, in fact, lofty rooms and is fastened to the twig from which it depends by wide verandahs render the irksomeness of confine- a cunning splice tied with fibre ; 'and over the ment tolerable, if, indeed, not actually agreeable, entrance to the nest, Mrs Honeybird has erected to those who have no dislike for a sedentary life, a kind of little porch, sticking out at right angles or the occupations and amusements consequent from the main structure, that seems intended to upon such a state of existence. For many Anglo- serve the purpose of a sunshade for the occupant Indians, indeed, the verandah serves the purposes when sitting on her eggs; and having her tiny of drawing-room, study, smoking-room, and place little head thrust outside, perhaps for want of room of exercise, and if, as is the case at Bangalore-inside, or for some reasons best known to herself. two hundred miles from Madras—it is commonly Her mate is the most devoted of husbands. He is festooned with creepers of various kinds, it is constantly fluttering round his tiny wife, inquiring, no bad coign of vantage from which to observe, doubtless, how she is getting on with her troubles ; in a lazy way, the habits of many birds, beasts, or sits on an adjacent spray, singing a shrill, but and insects one might scarcely notice in places not unpleasant little tune, for her amusement. less suited to meditation than is a shady verandah By-and-by, as we daily watch the happy pair from with its easy-chairs, and those Cocanada cigars, that the verandah, we see the increasing cares of a seem always a part and parcel of the locality. family come upon the couple, when the parent

Let the reader, by some slight stretch of his birds will search the flowers with intense eagerimagination, take a long-armed chair, elevate his ness, and carry their honeyed treasures incesfeet to a level with his head, light a cigar, and santly to the young honey birds, who, it must be look blankly forth at the masses of blossoms and confessed, are dreadfully voracious for their size; green leaves shutting out the glare of the morning little Olivers, ever chirping for more.' sun; or perhaps out through the arch of foliage But who is this grave and reverend signior that into the gardens, where Indian and English flowers now drops, as it were, from the clouds, on to the are growing side by side, and where the malys, carriage-drive beneath us, and noiselessly takes or native gardeners, are affecting to work, while stock of our occupation, with an eye that gleams squatting on their hams, and holding earnest con- like a diamond, and that is brimful of cunning versation with each other. If the reader has any and suspicion ? This is the Indian crow-Corvus taste for natural history, his gaze will not long be splendens, the naturalists call him—but more of a a blank one. Hark! there is a chirp and a rustle jackdaw than a crow, to judge from his size, and the in the leaves of the sky-blue convolvulus close at grayish tint of his head and neck. An artful rogue hand; and looking up, lo! a charming little mite is Corvus, and, though he affects to be thinking of of a honeybird, in his gay nuptial plumage of nothing particular, it is easy to see that he has metallic black and green coat, and bright buff marked a piece of bread that has fallen upon the

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