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posed to cry in disappointment as sud- would be found, but always two together, den as his delight.
throwing exaggerated shadows on the " It's not for money, it's a present," wall, and talking in whispers of their own said the stranger, with a smile," and I'll fears, and how well they had perceived give you another soon. They tell me what was coming. There was not one you're going to school, my young gentle- of them that had not intended, one time man; is that true ?"
or other, to make so bold as to speak to Am I to have it all for myself, or Miss Mary. “But trouble is always soon will you come back again for it, and take enough when it comes,” they said, shakit away ? Oh yes, I'm going to school,” ing their heads. Then Eastwood would said Nello, dropping into indifference. come and join them, his shadow waver“Will it eat out of my hand ? Has it ing over the staircase. When the privigot a name? And am I to have it all leged persons who had the entrée went for myself ?” The rabbit already had or came, Miss Brown or the nurse, or eclipsed school for the moment in Nello's even Mary herself, there was a little mind.
thrill and universal movement. “It's all for you, and better things “Change! no, there's no change than that—and what day are you going, there never will be but one change,” my bonnie little lad ?"
Miss Brown said, standing solemnly by “ To-morrow; oh give it me! I want the table, with the light on her grave to show it to Lily,” cried the child. face; and it was upon this Rembrandt“ Thank you very much. Let me run ish group that Randolph came, as he and show it to Lily. We never, never wandered about in a similar frame of had a rabbit before.
mind, glad to find himself in company The nian stood and looked after Nello with others, though these others were with a tender illumination of his dark only the maids of the house. face. " The old woman likes the other Is my father worse ?” he asked, best; but this one is mine," he said to pausing, with his arm upon the bannishimself
. As for Nello, he flew home ters. Such a group of eager, pale faces ! with his precious burden out of breath. and the darkness all round in which othHe said a man had given it to him ; but ers still might be lurking unseen. thought of the donor no more.
"No change, sir," said Miss Brown, Randolph spent this, his last evening shaking her head. She was impatient, at home, in anything but an agreeable too, like the rest, but yet felt a sort of way; he was altogether unhinged, nerv- superior resignation, as one who was in ous, and restless, not caring to sit alone. the front of affairs. And she had someIn this respect he was in harmony with thing to say besides. She gave a glance the house, which was all upset, tremu- at the other women, who responded with lous, and full of excitement and expecta- secret. nods of encouragement, then tion. Human nature is always impatient cleared her throat and delivered her soul of the slow progress of fate. After the —“Mr. Randolph, sir, might I make so thunderclap of a great event, it is pain- bold as to say a word ?" ful to relapse into stillness, and feel the "Say whatever you like,” said Ranordinary day resuming its power without dolph. He could not help but give a any following out of the convulsion. little glance round him, to make sure But dramatic sequence, rapidity, and that there was no one else about. completeness are rare in human affairs. “ It is just this, sir—when you see him All the little crowd of lookers-on outside lying there, that white, as if he was gone the Squire's room, watched eagerly for already, and knows that better he can't some change. Two or three women be-oh, it brings a many thoughts into were always hanging about the passages the mind. I've stood by dying beds beready, as they said, to run for anything fore now, and seen them as were marked that might be wanted, and always in the for death, but I never saw it more clear. way to learn if anything occurred. They And oh, Mr. Randolph, if there were kept a little lamp burning on the table things that might lie on his mind, and against the wall, at either end of which keep him from going quiet, as an old was a chair, on which sometimes Cook gentleman ought! If there were folks herself, sometimes lesser functionaries, he ought to see afore all's over-!".
"I don't see what you are driving at,” thoughts. He went to bed, but he could Randolph said, hastily. “Speak out if not go to sleep, and kept his candle you've anything to say."
burning half the night. He heard the Oh, sir," said Miss Brown, “don't watchers moving about in his father's
I am not one that likes to room, which was overhead, all the night interfere, but I am an old servant, and through. Sometimes there would be a when a body has been long about a little rush of steps, and then he held his place, it's natural to feel an interest
. If breath, thinking this might be at last the it wasn't your family at all-if it was an- “change” which was looked for. But other that your advice was asked for- then everything grew still again, and he shouldn't you say that Mr. John ought dozed, with the one poor candle, feeble to know ?"
but steadfast watcher, burning on till it This appeal startled Randolph. He became a pale intruder into the full glohad not been looking for it; and he gave ry of day. an uncomfortable look round him.
Randolph, however, slept deeply in the Then he felt a strange irritation and in- morning, and got up with the greater dignation that were more easy to express. part of those cobwebs blown away. John “Am I my brother's keeper?" he said. lost his hold upon the imagination in “I don't know where Mr. John is, that daylight, and he was able to laugh at his I should go and hunt for him to let him foolish alarm. How could it be John know."
whom he had seen? He durst not show "Oh, sir," said Miss Brown, “don't himself in the country where still his you be angry! Cook here is like me: crime was so well remembered, and the she thinks it's only his due. I would sentence out against him. And as for say it to Miss Mary, not troubling you the appearance being anything more than that are 'most a stranger, but she's night mortal, or less than human, Randolph and day, she never will leave her father; laughed at the state of his own nerves she has a deal upon her. And a gentle- which rendered such an idea tenable for man knows ways that womanfolk don't a moment. He was a materialist by nathink of. If you would be but that ture-as so many are; though he said kind, Mr. Randolph! Oh, where there's his creed without any intrusive doubts ; a will there's always a way!".
and the absurdity was too patent after " It is none of my business," said he had slept and been refreshed. But Randolph ; "and I don't know where no doubt it was bad for his health, bad he is,” he added, looking round him for his morale, to stay here. There was
He might be here already something in the atmosphere that was in the dark, waiting till the breath was demoralizing; the air had a creeping out of his father's body-waiting to seize sensation in it as of something more than possession of the house, felon as he was. met the eye. Death was in it; death, And if Randolph was the means of be- creeping on slowly, silently-loitering traying him into the hands of justice, about with faint odors of mortality and what would everybody say? He went ab- sickening stillness. Randolph felt that ruptly away down the uncarpeted, polish- he must escape into a more natural and ed stairs, on which his hasty step rang and wholesome air before further harm was slid. John, always John! he seemed to done. be in the air. Even Eastwood, when he As for Mary, the occupations of the attended him with his bed-candle, could sick-room, and the sudden problems of not refrain from adding a word. The the hereafter thus thrust upon her, were doctor looks very serious, sir," Eastwood enough to fill her mind, and make her said ; "and if there's any telegraph to even comparatively indifferent to the de. be sent, I'll keep the groom ready to go parture of Nello, though it was against at a moment's notice. It would be well her judgment. It was not the hereafter to send for all friends, the doctor said.” of the spirit, which thus lay death-bound “I
don't know any one to send for," on the verge of the unseen, which occusaid Randolph, peremptorily. “Let the pied her. We must all die, everybody groom go to bed.” And he went to bed knows; but who thinks it true in their himself sooner than usual, to get rid of own case until it comes ? Mary had these appeals and of equally imperative known very well that a man much over
seventy could not live very much longer; there might be a sign recalling him. but it was only when her father fell back And he thought he had made up his in his chair unconscious, his body mo- mind what to do. He would bring his tionless, his mind veiled within blinding wife with him and take possession at mists, that she felt the real weight of all once. Mary would not be able to look that was to follow. It was for her to act after everything; or, at least, if she as soon as the breath uld be out of should be, she ought not to be; no really his body.
She did not trust her younger delicate-minded woman, no lady should brother, and she did not know what to be able to make any exertion at such a do for her elder brother. The crisis moment. He would come with his had arrived while she was still unpre- household, as a kindness to Mary, and pared. She went down mechanically to take possession at once. see Randolph go away, her eyes seeing As for Nello, he took leave very cavmany other things more clearly than she alierly of Lilias, who cried, yet would saw the two figures actually before her; not cry, angry at his desertion and deepthe man suspicious as usual, and putting ly wounded by his indifference, at the no faith in her—the boy in a subdued door. Poor little Lilias, it was her first excitement, his eyes sparkling with the disappointment in life. He was not light of novelty and adventure. Ran- thinking of her, but a great deal of his dolph had gone into his father's room
new portmanteau and the sandwiches that morning, and had walked suspi- put up for him, and the important posiciously round the bed, making quite sure tion as a traveller in which he stood that the no change" was true." I sup- but neither was Nello unkind. He took pose he may last like this for weeks yet,” pains to console his sister. he said, in a querulous undertone-and "Don't cry," he said, "Lily; I shall yet not so low but that everybody heard come back in the holidays, and someit-to the doctor. ' Oh, hush, for Heav- times I will write you letters; and there en's sake, Randolph! How can you tell is always the white rabbit I gave you, that he does not hear?” said Mary. and little Mary Pen for you to play
Pshaw ! how can he hear?" Randolph with." replied, turning with a certain contempt “I don't want to play,” said Lilias, with from the helpless and powerless frame a burst of tears; is play everything? which lay there making no sign, yet liv. I am too old for that. But oh, Nello, ing when it would be so much better you are going to leave me, and
don't that he should die. The awe of such a You do not care for Mary, or presence gives way to familiarity and Martuccia, or any one. Me I should weariness even with the most reverent not mind—but you do not love any one. watcher; but Randolph, though he had You care for nobody but yourself. no desire to be indecorous, could not “Oh yes, I do," said Nello, “everyhelp feeling a certain irritation at his fa- body,” and he cracked the coachman's ther, who balked him by this insensibility whip which was placed in readiness; just as he had balked him while yet he “but boys have to go out and see the had all his wits about him. It seemed world, Eastwood says so. If I don't like incredible that this half-dead, half-living being at school I shall come back and condition, which brought everything to stay at home, and then you will have me a standstill, should not be more or less a again, but I hope not, and I don't think man's own fault.
so, for school is jolly, very jolly, so UnThus he went away, irritated and baf- cle Randolph says. fied, but still full of excitement; the “ You can go with Uncle Randolph," moment which must decide all could cried Lilias in a blaze of sharp anger; not be very far off. He left the strong- and I hope you will not come back. I est charges upon the household, from his hope you will always stay away, you sister to Eastwood, to send for him in- cruel, cruel boy!" stantly when “any change" occurred. This bewildered Nello for a moment, “If it should be to-morrow," he said ; "I as did the hurried wiping of Lilias' eyes shall hold myself always ready.” He and the tremulous quiver of her lip with kept his eyes fixed on the Castle as long which it was accompanied; but there as he could see it, feeling that even now was no time for more. He laughed and NEW SERIES.-VOL. XXVI., No. 5
waved his hand to her as he was hurried situation. No little hero of a story had into the carriage. He had scarcely ever ever gone away without a tribute to the looked so gay before. He took off his misery of parting. This thought conhat and waved it as he went out of sight. tracted her heart with a visionary pang Hurrah! they heard his shrill little voice more exquisite than the real.
Nello was shouting. Lilias sat down on the ground no hero, nothing but a little cruel, comand cried her heart out. It was not only mon, vulgar boy, not fit to put into any that he was unkind-but Nello thus show- story, to go away so. ed himself wanting to all the needs of the
(To be continued.)
What shall I liken unto thee?
A lily bright,
With all delight.
What shall I liken unto thee?
A blushing rose,
All sweetness grows.
What shall I liken unto thee ?
Some glorious star,
Both near and far.
No! such comparison is vain.
For these all three,
Must yield to thee.
LIFE AND TIMES OF THOMAS BECKET.
BY JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE,
The archbishop's letters show conclu- authority was derived from God through sively that the Constitutions were not them. However well the assumption the real causes of the dispute with the might appear in theory, it would not king. The king was willing to leave the work in practice, and John of Salisbury Constitutions to be modified by the pope. was right in concluding that the pope The archbishop's contest, lying concealed would never sanction an assumption in his favorite phrases, saving my order,' which, broadly stated and really acted on, "saving the honor of God,' was for the would shake the fabric of the Church supremacy of the Church over the throughout Europe. Alexander was Crown; for the degradation of the civil dreaming of peace when the news reached power into the position of delegate of him of the excommunications at Vezethe pope and bishops. All authority was lay. The news that Chief Justice de derived from God. The clergy were the Luci had hanged 500 felonious clerks in direct ministers of God. Therefore all England would have caused him less annoyance. Henry's envoys brought with determined now to mortify his flesh in them the bishops' appeal, and renewed earnest. When settled in his new life at the demand for cardinal legates to be Sens, he rose at daybreak, prayed in his sent to end the quarrel. This time the oratory, said mass, and prayed and wept pope decided that the legates should go, again. Five times each day and night carrying with them powers to take off his chaplain flogged him. His food was Becket's censures. He prohibited Beck. bread and water, his bed the floor. A et himself from pursuing his threats fur- hair shirt was not enough without hair ther till the cardinals' arrival. To Hen- drawers which reached his knees, and ry he sent a private letter--which, how- both were worn till they swarmed with ever, he permitted him to show if circum- vermin.* The cardinals approached, stances made it necessary - declaring and the prospect grew hourly blacker. beforehand that any sentences which the The pope rebuked Lewis for the war. archbishop might issue against himself The opportunity of the cardinals' presor his subjects should be void.*
ence was to be used for restoration of The humiliation was terrible ; Becket's peace. Poor as Becket was, he could victims were free, and even rewarded. not approach these holy beings on their John of Oxford came back from Rome accessible side. The Cardinal of Pavia,' with the Deanery of Salisbury. Worst said John of Salisbury, 'thinks only of of all, the cardinals were coming, and the king's money, and has no fear of those the most dreaded of the whole God in him. Cardinal Otho is better : body, Cardinal Otho and Cardinal Wil- Romanus tomen et cardinalis (but he is a liam of Pavia. One of them, said John Roman and a cardinal). If we submit of Salisbury, was light and uncertain, the our cause to them, we lose it to a certainother crafty and false, and both made up ty. If we refuse we offend the King of of avarice. These were the ministers of France.' The Cardinal of Pavia wrote the Holy See, for whose pretensions to announce to Becket his arrival in Becket was fighting. This was his esti- France and the purpose of his mission. mate of them when they were to try his Becket replied with a violent letter, of own cause. His letters at this moment which he sent a copy to John of Saliswere filled with despair. 'Ridicule has bury, but despatched it before his friend fallen on me,' he said, “and shame on could stop him. John of Salisbury the pope. I am to be obeyed no longer. thought that the archbishop had lost his I am betrayed and given to destruction. senses. Compare the cardinal's letter My deposition is a settled thing. Of and your answer to it,' he said. "What this, at least, let the pope assure him- had the cardinal done that you should self: never will I accept the Cardinal of tell him he was giving you poison? You Pavia for my judge. When they are rid have no right to insult a cardinal and of me, I hear he is to be my successor at the pope's legate on his first communiCanterbury.'+
cation with you. Were he to send your Becket, however, was not the man to letter to Rome, you might be charged leave the field while life was in him. with contumacy. He tells you he is There was still hope, for war had broken come to close the dispute to the honor out at last, and Henry and Lewis were of God and the Church. What poison killing and burning in each other's terri- is there in this ? He is not to blame betories. If not the instigator, Becket was the occasion, and Lewis, for his own in
* Myths gathered about the state of these terests, would still be forced to stand by garments. One day, we are told, he was him. He was intensely superstitious. dining with the Queen of France. She obHis cause, he was convinced, was God's served that his sleeves were fastened unusual cause. Hitherto God had allowed him ly tightly at the wrist, and that something
moved inside them. He tried to evade her to fail on account of his own deficiencies, curiosity, for the moving things were mag; and the deficiencies required to be gots. But she pressed her questions till amended. Like certain persons who cut he was obliged to loosen the strings. Pearls themselves with knives and lancets, he of choicest size and color rolled upon the
table. The queen wished to keep one, but it
could not be. The pearls were restored to * The Pope to Henry, December 20, 1166. the sleeve, and became maggots as before. + Becket's Letters, Ġiles, vol. ii. p. 60. Materials, vol. ii. p. 296.