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high with more dazzling jewels. 'Tis as a business it is distressing. The true I have no titled ancestor to thank laurel is a fine ornament, a bitter and for broad lands about me, but I claim baneful aliment. the exalted privilege of thanking the
In the calendar of happiness, time Almighty that he has created a Milton, is reckoned in minutes ; in that of una Shakspeare, and a Pope.
happiness, it is reckoned in days. In fine, I may have sorrow behind
Love is the perception of another's me and fear before me, and care and
individuality. penury and neglect around me, but I have also MY BOOKS. J have not wealth
There never existed a man that did and palaces and precious stones, nor
not say, in the course of his life, one the voice of music and the sound of brilliant thing. dancing, but I have MY BOOKS.
To succeed, it is necessary to have The art of becoming great consists the air of succeeding. not in working personally, but in set- There is nothing so indicative of ting other people to work for you. semi-civilisation, as the practice of This was well understood by De Retz, carrying arms. In the earliest period Mirabeau and Napoleon. These men of Athenian history, the arms of the remind one of that picture of a com- citizens were always deposited in the monwealth in the titlepage of Hobbes's public arsenals when there was Leviathan, which is one large man war, and the dress of the Romans in composed out of many small men.
peace was descriptive of their orderly Itis the difficulties and injuries which habits-gens togata. In the nineteenth poets have met with, that have given century of the Christian era, and in the rise to their finest effusions ; like freest-country under the sun, we do brooks whose sweet murmur is pro- things differently. duced by the obstructions they en- There is a period in every person's counter.
life when his existence drags heavily, The loss of friends is a wholesome when the weary-footed hours seem as grief, and the tear of regret and the if they were leaden-heeled, when the tear of sympathy are like balm to the morning is greeted with a sigh, and sufferer ; but the loss of property is night looked for as a relief. Unless a wound that festers.
some new excitement, some stirring
incentive to fresh exertion be made Pedagogues seem to imagine that their rods have the virtue of that of the soul's tenement, and man be
or found, ennui takes possession of Moses, and that by its exercise they
comes a suicide or an hypochondriac. can start a fountain of genius in the flintiest rock.
The voluptuary and the moralist
have both sought arguments for their ! There are some faults in conduct peculiar doctrines, fiom the shortness, and some in conversation and writing, of life ; and Holy Scripture has been which are not to be condemned nor to
cited to justify many an act of cruelty Be pardoned, but to be forgotten.
and wrong. The perversions of the To gain the highest stations, we best things can be turned into the are often compelled to walk over re- worst, as in the most wholesome roots gions destitute of feeling and of virtue. and herbs there is some component The palm is a native of the desert. part which can be extracted and sub
The secret of universal success is tilised into a deadly poison. caution in attempting. Great men It is true that habit and custom can what they will, because they only blunt enjoyment, but it is equally will what they can.
true that they create an appetency
for it. L'appetit vient en mangeant, There are few persons in the world is a familiar French proverb ; for in. whose discourse does not soon, like stance, those who are in the habit of the diphthongs in spoil, boil, &c. de- frequenting theatres, find a difficulty generate into 1.
in weaniug themselves from their Poetry is delightful as a pleasure, customary recreation.
IN TWO CHAPTERS.
THE SEXTON OF ST. HUBERT'S. “And all the village train from labour
free, Led up their sports beneath the
spreading tree; While many a pastime circled in
the shade, In a remote region in the northern The young contending as the old part of England, the people still cherish surveyed an attachment to old usages and sports, And many a gambol frolicked o'er and hold the observance of Christmas, the ground, May-day, and other time-honoured And sleights of art and feats of festivals, a sacred obligation. One
strength went round.” village, in particular, is famous for its May-day sports, which, as the curate It was a delightful spring, that of is a little, withered antiquary, are con- 17—, and a softer sky never before ducted with great ceremony and fide- smiled upon the village-green of R-, lity to old authorities. The May-pole upon the first of May; and among the is brought home, garlanded, and deck- merry damsels dancing round the ed with ribbons, to the sound of pipe May-pole, no heart was happier and and tabor, surrounded by a laughing no step was lighter than that of throng of sturdy yeomen and buxom Margaret Ellis, who, for the first maidens. It is erected on the great time, joined in the sports of the day. green, in the centre of the village, to She was a child of May, and this was the universal delight of old and young, the sixteenth anniversary of her birthand the dancing commences round it day. A gay brunette, her sparkling with great glee.
eyes had all the fire and the mirth
of the sunny and passionate south, VOL. I. (19.)
He do say
while no lighter or more delicate foot lord, are bitter bad things. But you than her's could have been found upon were the salvation of me, and I'll work the margin of the Seine. A rich my figures to the bone, but what bloom mantled on her cheek, her lips you shall have your own again, John were fresh and red, and her regular Pembroke.' teeth, displayed as she panted in the “ There is one way in which you dance, were white as unsullied snow. can liquidate your debt." A tight little boddice, and a milk. “ Name it, Maister Pembroke," white frock, set off the charms of her said the farmer, eagerly. person in the best manner. Then “No matter," muttered the sexton, there was an air of gaiety and in- and a hollow sigh escaped his lips. nocence about her which delighted “I had an idea, but it is gone. Touchevery good-natured observer ; and all ing the stranger, in whom you both the villagers allowed that Margaret repose such confidence, in what Ellis deserved the tiara of flowers manner does he earn his daily bread?” that crowned her Queen of the May. “ Whoy,” said the farmer, “ in the She blushed at the tokens of good-will way that Adam did, 'mon. and approbation, as she placed her hand he is a gardener.” in that of a young and rustic stranger, “A likely tále !” ejaculated the sexwho led her off trumphantly at the head ton. “ Look at his hands. Why, of the dancers. The youth was fair- his fingers are delicate and white. haired, ruddy, athletic, and active; and Your gardener has horny fingers, and those who saw them in the dance, could a palm of iron." not help acknowledging that they were “ Dang it! so they be!" cried a lovely pair.
Ellis. "Well, I never noticed that There was one who regarded them afore. Whoy, dame, he may be an with eyes of jealous displeasure. impostor. And though he be so cruel This was a man of forty, of a hand- koind and deadly fond of the girl now, some face and figure, but swarthy, he may forsake-may~" dark-haired, and melancholy. He “Look at them, now,' said the sexbent over the seat upon which old ton of St. Hubert's. “ See how he Farmer Ellis and his dame were seat- grasps her hand ; and how, as he whised, and whispered, “ Do you know pers his soft, insinuating flattery in her the young man who is dancing with ear, she blushes and smiles upon him. your daughter ?”
Confusion !! " Ah ! he be a right good young “ Whoy, John !” exclaimed Dame mon, I warrant me," said the dame. Ellis ; “what would the rector say “ He do come fra the next county. to hear thee? Thou art surely disWilliam Evans, he calls himself." traught."
“He calls himself !-umph !"'mut- And now, as Margaret, flushed and tered the person who had first spoken. panting with exercise, was suffering “ But what do others call him? Who her partner to lead her toward her knows aythi about him? Who seat, her father beckoned her to apcan vouch for his character? I would proach. not suffer a daughter of mine to be “Come hither, girl," said he. The gadding about, and dancing with a smiling maiden obeyed. “ Margaret,' stranger.”
said the old man, “ thou knowest I love Whoy, for the matter o' that,'' thee. I ha' always been cruel koind 'said Farmer Ellis ; "you were nought to thee, and so has thy mother, girl. but a stranger yourself, when you first If any harm was to happen to thee, I did come to see us, Maister Pembroke. should take it desperately to heart. We didn't know you were the sexton I should, indeed. It would kill thy of St. Hubert's. And yet you turned father, Margaret. Now, William 'out a right good friend to me, mon; Evans may be a good young man,
for when ye first knew me, things and he may not; but we must beware “were going deadly cross wi' me. What of strangers. Wait till we have tried wi' the rot among my sheep, and the him a bit. Many a handsome nag murrain among my cattle, I were all but turns out a vicious one. ruined. Short crops and a hard land. pleasure, and the dame's, that thou
So it be my
dost not dance any more to-day wi' chastise you as you deserve. We shall William Evans; and even if he speaks meet again, and with a sterner greetto thee, be a little offish loike to ing." So they parted.
The poor girl sighed. “I hope, The clear, unshadowed sun, as it sir," said she, glancing at the sexton, declined towards the western verge of " that no person possessed of an un- the horizon, shone brilliantly upon happy and suspicious temper has been the gipsy encampment, a few miles prejudicing you against poor William. from R- The wandering tribe I hope Mr. Pembroke
had displayed their proverbial taste, “ Hush, girl-hush !” cried Ellis. in their selection of a spot wherein to “ Doan't thee say a word against that pitch their tents. A green and glossy man. But for him, we mought all pasture was partly surrounded by a ha' been beggars. Do as I bid thee, luxuriant forest of ancient oaks, which girl, and doan't thee ask no questions; supplied the crew with firewood ; while for you know I've got no head to a beautiful and clear stream, the pride argufy."
and boast of the county, curved into Margaret slowly sank into a seat. the waving grass-land, and kept it ever The sexton leaned over her, and ad. fresh and verdant. Here and there its dressed to her some commonplace re- silvery bosom reflected a small tent, marks, to all of which she returned or the figure of an idler, bending over answers in monosyllables. When the the bank, with fishing-rod in hand, a music re-commenced a lively air, perfect picture of patience and philoWilliam advanced, and solicited her sophy. Half-a-dozen tents served to hand for the next dance. Poor Mar- accommodate the gregarious fraternity; garet bent her eyes upon the ground, and though the sail-cloths which comand falteringly refused. Thinking he posed them were worn and weathercould not have heard her rightly, beaten, yet their brown hues harmonisEvans again asked the question, and ed well with the rich tints of the landreceived, a second time, the same scape, and showed distinct enough
For a moment his counten- against the dark back-ground of the ance expressed astonishment ; the forest. As the shades of the evening next there was a look of grief, and darkened the ancestral trees, a line then his lip curled, and drawing him- of fire was lit up, the flames of which self up proudly, he stalked away. He glared ruddily against the huge was followed by the sexton of St. trunks of the woodland, and played Hubert's, who overtook him, and laid and flickered in the rippling stream. his hand upon his shoulder. William Huge kettles, suspended on forked turned fiercely, and endeavoured to sticks, were beginning to send up a shake off the grasp.
savoury steam ; several swarthy be“ Young man,” said the sexton, ings, lounging round the fires, ocyou are discovered !"
casionally fed them, or basking in the “ Discovered !” exclaimed William. blaze, watched the bubbling of the “ What do you mean?”
caldrons with intense anxiety. Even “ You understand me!” said the the King of the Gipsies observed the sexton. 6. Your manners, your lan- preparations for supper with an eager guage, your figure, contradict the story air, which ill assorted with his lofty you have fabricated. Margaret shall forehead and reverend white beard. never be your victim. With her your Every moment some stroller would boasted arts are valueless !".
come in with a pilfered fowl, or a .“ If you were a gentleman- basket of eggs ; and each addition to said William.
the feast was hailed with shouts of .“ Ha, ha!" laughed the sexton of applause by the swarthy crew. St. Hubert's. Is this the resent- Somewhat remote from this scene ment of a rustic ? Go, young man ; of bustle and noise, at the door of a you have exposed yourself.”'
small tent, sat two female gipsies. “ Remove your hand !” said the One of these was the queen, an aged young man; is and think it unusual crone, who, though bent with age and forbearance on my part, that I do not care, and wrinkled with time and the
indulgence of vehement passions, yet eagle, among the highest crags.
Не prided herself upon the unfrosted had a foot as true, and a leap as light dark ness of her raven tresses, which as the ibex; and when his bullet went fell over her shoulders in profusion. singing on its way, it was death to A turban of rich crimson cloth crown- hear its music. We were wedded in ed her head, and a shawl of the same the ruins of a chapel. The pavement colour and material was wrapped was in fragments, and the nave was around her shoulders. Her skinny roofless. A renegade priest joined hands were supported by a silver- our hands, and my lover was armed headed staff, which was covered with to the teeth as he stood at the altar. quaint carvings. Her gown was of The cold moon shone down on me dark serge, and her shoes were point- theň, as it shines
and on the ed, and turned up in the Oriental followers of Vasquez, whose glittering fashion, and garnished with broad muskets and sheathless poniards sent silver buckles. She sat in the shade, back the cold silver rays. Ten years but the rising moon shone down upon I shared with him the perils of his her dusky figure, and threw her wild wandering life; his green couch in features into bold relief. At her feet the mountains; his meal, wrested sat a beautiful girl, with dark Grecian from the rich with an iron hand. features, and a full, voluptuous form. You may think I suffered hardships. She, too, had long, flowing, raven True, I did; but did not my hero tresses, into which were twisted strings suffer greater ? The blood-hounds of pearl. From a necklace of topaz, hunted him by day and night, and hung a little silver crucifix, resting brought him at last to bay. He upon a full and heaving bust, to which fought like a tiger, till he fell, covered was fitted a close jacket, made of deep with wounds—literally torn to pieces blue cloth, and fastened together with with shot. They hung him on a gibbet loops and silver buttons. Her soft in the market-town; and the same and round arms were naked, save at night that made me a widow, and my the shoulders, and her wrists were children orphans, saw the captain of encircled with tarnished gold bracelets. the troop that brought my husband to Her white petticoat was short enough the scaffold, united to a lovely girl. to display a well-turned ancle, and a They thought no eye pursued them to small foot encased in a neat black the bridal chamber ; but, in the stillslipper. Her features, dark and ness of the night, a rifle was dischargsun-browned, showed to more advan- ed by a woman's hand, and the same tage in the pale moonlight than they bullet pierced the bridegroom and the would have done in the broad blaze of bride! It was my hand that accomday. The gipsy-girl sat at the feet of plished my revenge !" the queen, and looking up in her The dark eyes of the gipsy-girl face, listened attentively to her dis- flashed fire as she listened to the tale.
6. Five sons,
continued the old “ Myra,” said the queen of the woman," I bore to the partner of my gipsies,“ do you love him yet?”
Where are they? One fol“ Love him !” repeated the girl. lowed his father to the gibbet; a " Yes, mother — passionately. To second hurled defiance at his enemies, obtain his hand-his heart, I would as he perished in the flames of an auto peril everything !"
da fè; the third and fourth died in Strange and mysterious passion !" the galleys; the fifth—the fifth, Myra
66 which defies reason --my best - beloved, my brave, my and law. Many years agone I loved beautiful, received his death-wound with the same intense devotion. The in defending me from outrage. You same fiery blood courses in your veins ; are his child ! Judge, then, how I the same contempt of obstacles. Yet love you, my daughter. You love the man I loved was nobler and the sexton of St. Hubert's-he shall prouder than the sexton of St. Hu- marry you.” bert's.' I was among the gitanos of " Ah, mother!" said the gipsy girl, Spain when I beheld him.
"I fear me he is lost. He is the mountain robber, and lived like the accepted lover of Margaret Ellis. She
said the crone,
He was a