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"She's not over intimate with him," said Gabriel, indig- that point of view there was perhaps more to be said for nantly.

hanging than is generally recognized. We do not mean “She would know better,” said Coggan. " Our mis'ess to say that on the whole the exhibition was not of a bru.. has too much sense under those knots of black hair to do talizing tendency, and fully deserving to be abolished. such a mad thing.”

But, given the publicity, it was perhaps better than the " You see, he's not a coarse, ignorant man, for he was more dignified method of bebeading. "Charles Lamb, in well brought up,” said Matthew, dubiously. “'Twas only the essay to wbich we have referred, complains of the luwildness that made him a soldier, and maids rather like dicrous view which the ordinary Englishman always took your man of sin.”

of hanging. Swift and Gay, and even Shakespeare, he Now, Cain Ball,” said Gabriel restlessly,

can you

says, invariably regard hanging as more or less of a joke. swear in the most awful form that the woman you saw was Why this should be it is as hard to say as it is to say why Miss Everdene?

other sufferings of the acutest kind, such as sea-sickness “Cain Ball, you are no longer a babe and suckling,” said and the toothache, are always considered as ludicrous by Joseph in the sepulchral tone the circumstances demanded, the non-sufferers. Lamb certainly does not succeed in "and you know what taking an oath is. 'Tis a horrible throwing much light upon the problem. But, whatever its testament, mind ye, which you say and seal with your solution, the fact was not without its advantages. It is difblood-stone, and the prophet Matthew tells us that on ficult to regard a man who has been hanged as an interwhomsoever it shall fall it will grind him to powder. Now, osting martyr, even though we are convinced of his innobefore all the work-folk here assembled can you swear to

Poor Major André is perhaps an exception ; and your words as the shepherd asks ye

yet we cannot but feel that Washington showed a certain " Please no, Mister Oak!” said Cainy, looking from one amount of worldly wisdom, if not of good feeling, in reto the other with great uneasiness at the spiritual magni- fusing to change the mode of his execution. Somehow or tude of the position. “I don't mind saying 'tis true, but other our associations with the gallows are of an essenI don't like to say 'tis d-- true, if that's what you mane.” tially unromantic kind. There is no chance for dipping “ Cain, Cain, how can you !'

said Joseph sternly. handkerchiefs in the sufferer's blood; no painter could pos“ You are asked to swear in a holy manner, and you swear sibly make an interesting study of the closing scene; and, ilke wicked Shimei, the son of Ĝera, who cursed as he though here and there a simple-minded ballad may touch came. Young man, fie !”

upon it successfully, we can scarcely imagine a poetical "No, I don't! 'Tis you want to squander a pore boy's treatment of the subject in any lostier style. If, therefore, soul, Joseph Poorgrass — that's what 'tis !” said Cain, one object of puuishment be to prevent the sufferer from beginning to cry. All I mane is that in common truth becoming a romantic hero, we have a decided impression 'twas Miss Everdene and Sergeant Troy, but in the horri- | that hanging is better calculated to promote it than any ble so-help-me truth that ye want to make of it perhaps other form of death. It is so unpleasant to think of an in'twas somebody else.”

nocent man being strung up ignominiously by the neck “There's no getting at the rights of it,” said Gabriel, that the first impulse is to believe all persons who have turning to his work.

suffered that fate to be guilty. The conditions, however, "Cain Ball, you'll come to a bit of bread!” groaned are considerably changed by the present system of privacy Joseph Poorgrass.

As we have not to take into account the effect produced Then the reapers' hooks were flourished again, and the upon the multitude of spectators, we may pay more attention old sounds went on. Gabriel, without making any pretence to the feelings of the criminal. A good many people, inof being lively, did nothing to show that he was particularly deed, still assist in imagination by the help of reporters. dull. However, Coggan knew pretty nearly how the land Perhaps in an ideal state of civilization this vicarious mode lay, and when they were in a nook together he said, of observation would also be abolished. It would be ex

"Don't take on about her, Gabriel. What difference ceedingly impressive if the criminal's disappearance from does it make whose sweetheart she is, since she can't be court were also his final disappearance from the world. yours ? "

Matters might be so arranged that as the judge pronounced “That's the very thing I say to myself,” said Gabriel. the last words of the sentence, the convict should sink (To be continued.)

through a trap-door and nothing more be ever seen or heard of him." At present, for obvious reasons, this is not possible; the popular mind must be satisfied by some guar

antee that justice has been done; but we may, perhaps, HANGING.

give a little more play to our merciful instincts by allowing

the execution to take place in the most painless way. A BENEVOLENT peer has just been calling attention to Here, however, occurs a considerable difficulty. What a grievance which affects a small and not very select part is really the most painless mode of death? That is a of the population. He thinks that hanging is a less agree- question for which it is impossible to find conclusive eviable process than is necessary for securing the desired end; | dence. If, indeed, Spiritualism had anything to say for and proposes to substitute the more civilized method prac- itself, it ought to be able to provide some kind of answer. tised in Spain. The fact that very few people are exposed The very material ghosts who revisit this world by the to the inconveniences which formed a subject of one of help of mediums are often drawn from that class which has Lamb's essays is certainly

not a sufficient

reason for ob- a considerable experience of the subject. They are disrepjecting to their removal. 'We have no love for brutal mur- utable beings of criminal antecedents, who frequently derers, who form the only class directly interested in the have made their exit to the spirit-world by the route of proposed reform ; but we admit that there is suffering the gallows. A more tangible result would be obtained enough in the world to make us willing to diminish it than has hitherto been communicated to the world, if some

We would put the greatest ruffian out of their familiars would call up, say, the last murderers who of his misery as rapidly and easily as possible. We can- have been hanged in England and guillotined in France, not affect to say that our nights are rendered sleepless by and get them to compare impressions. Unfortunately, inour indignation at the hardship to which our criminals are deed, the ghosts in question are such confirmed liars that exposed; but, given two modes of putting them out of the very little reliance could in any case be placed upon their world, we should prefer that which inflicted least pain. testimony. There is, however, some evidence which is The question, therefore, is a legitimate one, though not good as far as it goes. Various persons have at different calculated to absorb a large amount of public attention. times been recovered after reaching the stage of insensiMoreover it bas recently been a good deal simplified. Un- bility, and their accounts, if trustworthy, tend to show that der the old system we had to consider not merely the per- hanging is so pleasant a process that, but for its final resonal interests of the criminal, but the general effect of the sults, it would be worth while to indulge in it occasionally performance considered as a dramatic spectacle. From by way of amusement. The recovered persons, it is said,

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BY WALTER THORNBURY.

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agree that the uneasiness is “ quite momentary,” that they ination. Ophelia would never have drowned herself if in then have visions of beautiful colors, and speedily become her time streams had been applied to the purposes common, unconscious. Similar accounts are generally, given by peo- in a civilized land. And on the same principle there cas ple who have recovered from drowning; and indeed phys- be little doubt that some poisons put an end to life in the iologists tell us that, so far as can be discovered, death is quickest and least terrifying manner. An overdose of generally a more painless process than we are apt to sup- laudanum sends one out of the world with all possible repose. If this be the case, our sympathy with the hanged spect for the decencies, and, if we consulted exclusively is so far thrown away, and we might relieve the anxiety of the tastes of our criminals, we should probably put an end expecting sufferers by giving them the most authentic ac- to them by some composing draught, according to the great counts of the operation which they are about to undergo. precedent of Socrates. We do not, however, pronounce

It must be admitted, indeed, in any case, that the worst any opinion as to the advisableness of any change in the part of hanging, or of any other form of execution, is prob; operation. After all, the chief thing is to have some ably that very unpleasant balf-hour which must be passed method which is, so to speak, sanctioned by long associapreviously to the performance. If our object be to dimin- tion, and which inflicts a definite stigma upon the memory ish suffering, we must consider, not the actual pang inflicted of the sufferer. Death by law ought not to be superfiaat the instant, but the preliminary impression upon the ously painful, but it ought to be distinctly ignominious, and imagination. For this purpose there is a considerable therefore there is a good deal to be said for adherence to body of evidence which would demand attention. The the old-fashioned methods which have acquired a certain popularity of different forms of suicide is not a proof that significance simply by the fact that they have been practhe form adopted is really the most painless, but it is a proof tised immemorially. that it is the least terrifying to the imagination. The question as to the best mode of performing the operation is often discussed, but unluckily the results are rather ambiguous. Few persons who commit suicide, in fact, are

A SAIL AT SCARBOROUGH. cool enough to set about their end in a business-like man

A soldier naturally shoots himself because he has the materials always at hand. Women, it is said, incline in a general way to hanging, because they have contracted “The Queen of Watering Places," as Yorkshiremen an aversion to fire-arms, which remains with them — though with affectionate vanity call Scarborough, though not in it must be admitted that the logical process is not very the full pomp of her special season, looked more beautiful sound - even when the dangerous character of an imple- than usual that April morning as the waves washed up ment should be its chief recommendation. Drowning, against the pier stones with a lisping sound, or spread again, has recommendations to many people, not on ac- along the line of the north sands in that broad crescent count of its intrinsic merits, but because rivers are always frill of snow which has now been for several generations handy, and because, in many cases, a voluntary perform- the favorite fashion for the skirts of Amphitrite's royal ance may be easily mistaken for an accident. The choice would appear to depend generally upon the peculiarity of At the very end of the pier on this April morning, and temperament which makes it pleasantest for one person to just beyond a fishing-boat, which had unloaded its silver plunge at once into cold water and for another to slink in spoil of herrings some two hours before, and on whose by degrees. A man with vigorous nerves likes to take the deck two or three rough boys, in blue guernseys fitting shock and have done with it. A more excitable person tight as coats of mail, lay stretched in a dead 'sleep on generally shrinks from the shock, even more than from the great brown heaps of fishing-nets, stood two persons

of change which it introduces, and dreads nothing which can remarkable appearance. The one, a droll-looking man, be brought about by slow degrees. The French school of was fishing for whitings with ludicrous earnestness; the suicide has distinguished itself by its fondness for the other, an older and sterner individual, was seated on a charcoal process; which to Englishmen generally suggests coil of rope, reading some rather greasy-looking manuassociations, unpleasant even at the moment of death, of script, evidently of a dramatic character, and drawing stuffiness, headache, and discomfort. The most elaborate bitter consolation from deep-drawn sucks of a very dark plan that we remember is described as having been adopted brown, suspicious-looking cigar. From the appearance at Paris. According to some ingenious author of contem- of the younger of the two, who hummed snatches of comic porary history, a professor of the art kept a hospitable ta- songs as he hopefully threw out and madly drew in bis ble, which persons about to commit suicide were in the very dirty-looking fishing-line, and wore a large blue scarf habit of visiting. They partook of a good dinner, with studded with golden spots, and fastened by an obtrusiveplenty of wine and excellent cookery, paying the bill, we looking enamel pin in the shape of a large pink shrimp, an presume, beforehand, with the understanding that a subtle observant spectator might not have been far wrong in setpoison would be mixed in one of the dishes not previously ting him down as Fred Flitterby, the low comedian of Mr. specified. We fear that the entertainer would be under a Algernon Bulbury's company, then performing " School" strong temptation to put it into the soup, by way of saving in the Theatre Royal, Scarborough. Nor would the same himself the rest of the performance. But if full reliance intelligent personage have been, probably, long in reccould be placed upon the host we feel that such a mode of ognizing his elder and more buttoned-up companion with death, if not precisely in accordance with Christian morality, the cigar and manuscript, as Octavius Kemble Hargrove, would have its recommendation for many temperaments? the first tragedian, or, more commonly, heavy father of It is pleasanter to the imagination to allow the blow to the same talented brotherhood. There was tragedy in the strike you without being aware at the instant of its de- puffy brown pouch under each of his eyes, Hamlet in the scent, than to encounter it knowingly and visibly. And, right crow's-foot, and Othello in the left. His complexion indeed, if men of science should occupy themselves with was bilious, as became tyrants ; his chin a murky blue, as the problem, there cannot be much doubt that some kind befitted ruffians. He spoke in a deep stage voice, and, of poisoning would be the plan adopted in the interests of when affable, had a habit of arching his bushy eyebrows as the sufferer. There is something unpleasant about every if his manager had suddenly volunteered an increase of mode of death which involves a suspicious-looking appara- salary. He walked pompously, partly because he was tus. A cold river in the winter is much more terrifying portly, and partly because it was his notion of the royal than a pleasant stream in the midst of summer. The end gait. Whether from long practice in playing the “Stranmay be precisely the same, and the actual amount of suf- ger" to small country audiences, or from natural gloom fering not less in one case than the other. But the instinct of disposition enhanced by bad engagements and small of self-preservation

survives in a modified form even with salaries, still more reduced by far too much grog, Mr. Oc people who have decided to put an end to themselves, and tavius Kemble Hargrove was in the habit of wearing & warns them against everything that is painful to the imag- rather seedy and extremely

light-blue frock-coat, which

gave him the air of a noble exile lately released from the if you can't screw some fun out of it, eh, Kemmy? Why, Bench ; and he habitually carried a huge cane with a what are you thinking of? You look as blue all of a sudGerman silver top and a faded brown tassel, which was all den as if a money-taker had bolted on your benefit night." in a frizz. But still, whether leaning against a side scene, u Flit, sir," said the tragedian, stalking up to Flitterby, a gilt gin-barrel, or a property throne, Mr. Octavius Kem and laying one beefy and rather dirty hand solemnly on ble Hargrove always kept up the high manner, and among his left shoulder," when I mark a man for punishment it gay, rattling creatures like Flitterby, strongly resembled a were as well for him that he threw himself at once to the second-hand nobleman of the old régime condescending to Foul Fiend, for those who cross my path never thrive. a crowd of Soho Square denizens. This was perhaps the Fortune may bar my way to greatness; but, Flit, sir, she effect that he wished to produce; but the great manner always opens me a road to revenge, sir. You care not for becomes incongruous when a man cannot pay his bills, is this man?" shabby in taking his share of social expenses, or when in “ Care for him! I can't abide him, a stuck-up young any way flavored by meanness, envy, hatred, or malice. amateur with his swell's airs, his remarks on my English, Apart from these drawbacks, Mr. Octavius Kemble Har- and his snaps-up when I put in a little gag in the slow grove was a companionable, agreeable sort of companion for parts." a short walk on the shortest day.

“ Good! Now, mark you, sir. I'll spoil this young It was a glorious breezy noon, and the great sky smiled game-cock's benefit. I'll pay him out for telling me I was so with its big blue eye on the playing waves, the freshen- too fat for Romeo, and too glum for Falstaff. I'll cure him ing cliffs, the amber-colored sails, the bright green oars, of sneering at depressed genius." and the laughing groups on the sands and in the boats, “Give him one for his nob. I'm your man; but mind, I that it was enough to exorcise Evil Temper, and make don't like fighting. He knows a thing or two in sparring, him drown himself straightway in the Bottomless Pit

. and as for wrestling, why, in the skittle meadow just before But blue day or black day, the Devil is always busy; and you joined us he gave our head carpenter a flying mare, behe was lurking then, wrapped up like a mummy, in that cause he had been saucy about one of the traps, and offered very cheap cigar with which the severe tragedian was to fight. He's got the pluck, I tell yer, but he's inserlent grappling, and was whispering to him from the fame. The and wants a good setting-down, and no two words about tragedian had been watching Flitterby for a long time it.” malignly, rolling his cigar like a delicious morsel, in a “I'll put a spoke in his wheel, mark my word, sir. All horse-dealing kind of way, from larboard to starboard you have to do, Flit, is to pretend to be alarmed when I side; but at last his bile broke forth like a waterspout, as give you the sign. I was n't son of a captain of a collier Flitterby, who had been chanting “ Spring, Spring, beau- for nothing. Mark me, I'll frighten the very hair off his tiful Spring” in a way that would call up a mermaid, head, spoil his benefit, and prove him a coward to the girl

. stopped and shouted to him to come and help pull in a I know there's one of them he is spoony on, to use a ple" ripper."

beian expression, which you, Flit, sir, will pardon me." " Flit,” said the great man, “I am ashamed, sir, to see Just at this moment a pleasant toss of pink and blue you engaged in that degrading amusement before the very feathers, and a flutter of gauzy fabrics at the very farther eyes of the lowest of the Scarborough populace.”

end of the pier, headed by a stout gentleman with a Jewish " It's no worse than skittles, Kemmy,” said the incorri- nose and a good deal of jewelry, indicated the arrival of gible Flit

, making a stage grimace, as he landed a whiting the manager, several of the ladies, and the successful and baited for another : " and you know who won three Arthur Beaufoy, alias Mr. Frank Merry weather. tumblers at that aristocratic game last night; why, Kem, “ He does n't think very small beer of his noble self,” rethe governor could have given you twenty and licke marked Mr. Flitterby, again whirling out his line for the you.

last time. " Old impostor !” said the tragedian, playing with a “And here am I, a veteran, as I may say,” remarked Mr. double eye-glass which hung from a broad, greasy black Octavius Kemble Hargrove, “who have won groves of ribbon.“ He told me only an hour before he had never laurels in my time, compelled to wait for this stripling to seen a skittle, and asked me to show him one."

leave the stage before I can develop my views of the Im" Jumping Jupiter, look at that !” said Flitterby, haul- mortal Bard. At the age of fifty-two, here am I, O. K. H., ing in with the ardor of a life-boat man. “Why, he playing small parts in tea-cup comedies at a reduced salary, wanted to collar your last month's salary, by jingo if he while a schoolboy amateur crowds the house every night. did n't : tarnation'sly old hoss be is. He did just the same But I'll be even with him!” with me at cribbage, when I first joined his scratch pack “ And what is my part in the little game, Kem?” said at Hull. Oh, he's a clevare fellow.'”

Flitterby, executing the first steps of a last breakdown as " It makes me wild to think of the beggar,” said Har. he wound up his reel. grove, pacing up and down the pier with one hand in the “Never you mind. Run forward, Flitterby, my son, breast of his coat, like Napoleon at Elba (at St. Helena

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the sail, and recommend me as a yachtsman of experihe walked with both hands behind him), “and of the I know this coast well. I'll BENEFIT him, sir, mark humbugging way the whole company's going on. Infernal shame to let that young conceited jackanapes

The pier clock at that moment struck one. “Merryweather ? " struck in Flitterby with a grimace till he looked like a bead on a knocker.

Thanks to the gallant manager's forethought, the smart " Yes; bave his benefit before me. I, the pupil of old little sailing boat, “ The Fly-by-night," has been victualled Kemble, the lago to Edmund Kean's Othello 1 Perdition for a three-hours' cruise, with a game-pie and several botcatch me! but, gad, sir! if I had the fellow on the edge of tles of champagne. The success of Frank Merryweather, a clif' and saw him stooping over

well, never mind." an ex-Government clerk of real dramatic genius, in Wby, Hargy, old pal of mine, that's far finer than your “School” and “ Ours,” and of Miss Lilly Tresham, a young face in Macbeth. That 'd bring it down. One touch of débutante from Sheffield,

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the girls, Patty Jessopury could afford even this lavish outlay. The frank, chivand the sly little kitten who plays Bella "so well

, are going alrous pature of Merry weather, with his easy grace and out for a sail. They 'll be down here in a few

minutes. quiet, natural deportment, had astonished a public accus* Insolent young puppy," fumed the ex-tyrant. * He had of the ordinary stage walking gentleman, while the freshthe impudence to tell me last night in my dressing-room ness and sympathetic acting of the Sheffield débutante had that he thought I was getting too stout for Romeo.". delighted even a provincial audience, long inured to vulgar “Well

, he is n't, young whipper snapper. I owe him one melodramatic heroines and the brazen effrontery of handfor telling the governor I was a mere mugger in comparison some but witless burlesque actresses, who could not even with some fool he'd seen at Manchester. What's a face for articulate nonsense-verses with spirit, and hid their incom

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petence, but not their legs, in many colored silks and heaps stage, and people think she is acting. See her in Lady of gauzy nothings. There Lilly stood, like a white rose- Macbeth, and a pretty nursemaid she'd make of her!" bud on a Jupe morning, bashfully astonished at its own “If she would only dance the can-can," sighed the loveliness — the soul of purity — the fairy of the snow manager, " there would be a piquante effect! But she is turned into a fairy of summer sunshine. A pretty foil to blind to her own interest. She refuses to dress as a page; that quiet, gray dress, clear brow, and frank brown eyes, she even refuses the best part in · Madame Angot.' Gra so innocent, so spirituelle, was that little lively burlesque cious heavens! what are girls coming to? It is positive dancer and arch soubrette, Patty Jessop, and her shrewd madness, and so I told her foolish old aunt.” old mother, the best “old woman on the stage, admirable “ That fellow Hargrove," said the manager to Merry as the Landlady in the “ Ticket of Leave,” careful in every weather, as he came for some dessert for the ladies, Harthing and perfect in some. With a discreet fear of the grove being now busy steering, with the air of Columbus manager, and a general desire to be agreeable with every in sight of the New World, “is the vainest and empti. one who could be of use to her and her daughter, Mrs. est coxcomb I think I ever engaged. He actually sees no Jessop, née Dobinson, concealed her horror of the sea-trip merit in that charming débutante of ours. By the bye, did by smiles and chatter; and indeed it is our private opinion you see the local leader upon her ?" that she would have gone up Chimborazo any day, if it “Bombastes never sees talent in any one but himself," would have added eighteen-pence to the combined salary replied the young actor, angrily. “Unless a fellow ravel, of the family. Mrs. Jessop had also brought her dresser bounces, and tears passion to tatters, he thinks him tame, al faded, compliant old woman, who seemed perpetually and of what he calls the charade-acting school.” apologizing to the universe for her existence, and who duti- “ But you see talent in her ?” fully smiled at every remark of the Jessops, and refused “1? I should think I do, my dear sir. I never say even the suggestion of refreshment, though dying for a glass anything so admirable as her Bella --- so girlish, 80 perof something. The imperial manager had with him his fectly frank, and pure, and unconscious. In the moonlandlord's brother and partner, a drowsy old hotel-keeper, light scene I positively could have hugged her, she was so who was very proud of knowing the manager, and winked natural and charming.". at his running up a bill, which he generally took out in “Oh, indeed !” said the manager, biting the tip off his benefit tickets — a smiling, bland, colorless old individual, cigar, for he had been thinking of his ugly daughter

, who whispered confidentially and laughed till he fell into hopelessly bad actress, for Frank. “But, my dear boy, dangerous cougbs, from which he had to be brought round only think of her in a new burlesque. Imagine her as a by the united exertions of every one. As for Merryweather, nun dancing a break-down !" with his quiet, hearty way, bis unselfish consideration for “In burlesque ?" said Merryweather, angrily. "I: every one before himself, his thoughtful attention to the would be profanation. Stale puns and double meanings ladies, his unaffected, good-bumored conversation, with no Fie ! • An ounce of civet!' Pab!” special ko-towing to the manager (who indeed was a Brum- “Oh! it is all very well; but that is the style that goes magem monarch who took one toll from bis subjects), bis We must n't be too nice in these days. See how fun and songs, bis thorough enjoyment of the sea air and the young swells would take boxes.” the coast scenery, he was delightful. Heraclitus bimself An excited cry of “Mr. Merryweather! Mr. Merry must have warmed to such a messmate, and have taken his weather !” now summoned the young actor to the ladies turn at joke, anecdote, and imitation. No one indeed was

part of the vessel. better fitted to represent one of Robertson's pleasant heroes Oh, do come !" said Fanny Jessop.

“ Mr. Flitterby is - impulsive, frank, generous, manly, sincere, high-spirited, and warm-hearted, without a grain of vanity or “sweetness “I know it's a fit!” screamed Mrs. Jessop and the and light” or bombastic priggish assumption about him. dresser.

And a pleasant cargo they made of it, as they skimmed Oh, pray do something," said Lilly, wringing her along the green cliffs towards Filey Brig. Hargrove proudly hands in the prettiest and most honest distress

. * Oh and gloomily steering. The water was such a delicious dear! how dreadful I and we were all so happy." blue that Lilly stooped down over the gunwale, and draw- “My dear Miss Tresham,” said Merryweather, running ing up her sleeve, let her little white hand wash through up to console her, far too oblivious of Patty Jessop's really the water. Patty Jessop, always of the Epicurean sect, natural despair and Mrs. Jessop's hysterical screams, lay back on the cushioned seat, and sang snatches of Offen- “there is no danger. I think it is the motion of the boat bach's songs, while Merryweather talked to everybody, that has a little affected our friend Flitterby, I should Airted with the ladies, chatted with Mrs. Jessop, making prescribe another glass of champagne. Steward - I mean himself generally agreeable, and Flitterby made faces amid | Hargrove, bring us some fizz here." the pop and sparkle of champagne.

Flitterby was indeed a ghastly picture. Having bung «i Youth at the prow and Pleasure at the helm,' Mr. for a moment or two like a beheaded pirate over the gunHargrove,” said the manager, growing affable with Har- wale of the boat, which was now dipping like a dolphin, be grove at the farther end of the vessel, as Scarborough, had sheltered himself beside the mast in a most dishevelled Theatre Royal and all, sank to a mere mass of white dots and dejected state. All he could articulate was, “ Ob it's in the distance. “I never should have thought you were like a merry-go-round at Barnet Fair. Ask the governor a bold mariner.”

for his brandy-flask : he always carries one in bis breast “ Ab, my dear sir,” said Hargrove, with a Hamlet sigh, 1 pocket. It's like a merry-go “ there are powers in all of us that only opportunity can The governor, appealed to, looked for a moment majesbring to light. You have seen, sir, and, as I am proud to tic and astonished, and then quietly produced “the great say, admired my Hamlet; but my Lear is, I regret to say, medicine" from a hidden recess. still unknown to you. But, as my old master, John Kem- “ Subject to cramp,” he said in a mysterious whisper; ble, who is now a saint in heaven, once observed ". “advised never to go out without it. Comes in handy

“Pass the pie, old fellow," roared Flitterby from the sometimes, you see. To judge from the manager's nose, other side of the mast. " The fair Jessop, here, is dying frequent cramps in that quarter had only been driven back of hunger, like Magdalene in the — what do you call it ? ” by extraordinary zeal and promptitude. “He'll soon

“ Hargrove," said the manager, putting his band so come round. We must turn soon. I hope to goodness mysteriously near the tragedian's plate of pie, that the Miss Tresham won't be ill - it makes one so tame aftercolleague of Edmund Kean trembled ; “ Hargrove, if that wards. You look after her, Merryweather, my boy. I girl yonder would only take to burlesque, I should make think I shall lie down a bit. Do take care of Flitterby and my fortune as quick as I could toss a pancake. She has Miss T. This up and down is getting awful!" beauty, she has innocence, she has genius.”

And so it was. A little past Filey, the sun had suddenly " I don't see the genius, my dear sir ; I really don't see gone in, and the sky grown clouded and murky. The sea it,” growled the tragedian; "she is merely herself on the seemed suddenly to cloud and grow turbid. The waves,

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from murmuring bubbles that laughed round the keel, had utes more, gents, and if you can't swim, God 'elp you. It's grown to dark billows that every moment rose and wid- 80 tbick here already I can't say how far out we are; but ened. The boat made little way and seemed to grow near the Black Pool Sand we are, I stake my affidavy." giddy in the toss and yeasty struggle. Filey Brig, away to “Do you hear what the boy says, Hargrove ? ' the right, showed its shark's snout only through the mist | Merryweather sternly. by a white line of froth where the breakers dashed against “ Yes, proud minion, I do; but I'm captain in this trip, it in wrangling protest, and still the great brown sail, and on í sball go.” swollen tight by the rising wind, struggled and strained, “ You turn, or I'll turn her myself. This is some maliand drove forward the troubled boat.

cious scheme of yours.". A sudden, quick turn of instinctive fear bad come over * This rock shall fly from its firm base as soon as I.”. the little party. The manager silently puffed at bis cigar, " Then here goes,” said Merryweather, and threw himand looked at Hargrove, who was helping the sailor boy self on the imperturbable tragedian. who looked after the boat to handle a sail. Flitterby gave But it was too late. Just as Frank tore Hargrove's big no signs of life, and lay a squalid mummy beside the mast, hands from the helm the boat gave a plunge, a list, a throb, forming a sort of checkmate to all possible nautical ma- and a convulsive shudder, and stuck fast in the sand. næuvres. Mrs. Jessop was clinging to Patty, with vague Hargrove had drawn them nearer and nearer to shore, notions of mutual help. The dresser was repeating one of and they were now, at the turn of the tide, stuck fast on Watts's bymns in an audible voice, and with a creditable the edge of the Black Pool Sand, and in considerable imitation of a Wesleyan funeral service. The manager's danger. friend was dozing moodily over his cigar. Hargrove and

The shock roused every one Patty, Mrs. Jessop, the Merry weather and the fisherman's boy were the only three companion, the drowsy brother of the landlord, the manaable-bodied seamen left in the "Fly.by.night"; and even ger. Even Flitterby himself, remembering Hargrove's Merryweather was hardly a real A. B., for he kept close to directions, and quite frightened enough to follow them, Lilly's side, cheering her in his hearty, frank way, and affected the most extravagant terror, and sat up and laughing at the scene of general desolation. Lilly, a na- howled like a lost dog. tive of Ryde, and fond of sailing, enjoying the dip and “ This will be two hundred pounds out of my pocket," skim of the boat, wondered why every one was so dull

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said the manager. " There is no danger, Mr. Merryweather, is there ? " she “ Don't talk of pockets,” groaned Mrs. Jessop; said, after making up a snug corner for the now silent shall soon have no pockets, or anything to put in them. Patty and her still more downcast mother, while the Does any one remember a hymn ? I can think of nothing dresser, in a Banshee attitude, crouched at Mrs. Jessop's but the prayer for the High Court of Parliament.”. feet. "The motion is nothing, and the waves are not half “ You llain!” said the manager, shaking his fist at the heigbt I've seen them round the Needles.”

Hargrove, “this comes of your accursed obstinacy and It is getting a little rougher,” said Frank, with a dan- false pretence. You know no more about a boat than you gerous glance at her calm, untroubled face; “but to people do of Chinese. You're an impostor, sir, and you will be like myself, who bave been yachting in the Mediterranean, answerable in a court of justice — a court of justice, sir — this is pure play: But only just look at our first tragedian for the lives of me and my company." - I never saw him so heroic before. He really is grand “For God's sake let's get her head round, or we shall he would make a very fine second senator in one of the all be lost!” said the fisherman's boy, running up and processions of Julius Cæsar,' and I should n't grudge almost throwing himself at the manager's feet. him his thirty shillings."

“ Look here, Mr. Hargrove," said that irascible poten" How you make fun of that poor drenched fogy! And, tate, “it's now three fourteen, and it's all we shall do to Mr. Merryweather,” said Lilly, as she watched the big work back to Scarborough by seven. Get her head round waves race by with uninterrupted delight," after all, there do you hear ? — you croaking old scoundrel, or, by the is a certain nobility in even aiming at high tragedy." stage thunder-box, sir, I 'll throw you to the fishes."

"A certain conceit. He could n't represent common At that moment the boat gave a plunge forward and life

. All his dignity is got by mouthing and stage robes. wedged itself deeper on the reef. The manager, the moSour old impostor. Don't think me bitter, Lilly - I mean, ment he could steady himself from the shock, threw himMiss Tresham; but I do hate and detest pretence and self on the tragedian, and dragged him neck and crop to humbug. By George! it is three o'clock. We must be the gunwale. With one heavy blow he blackened one of turning now, or the wind will be against us, and a good | Hargrove's vulture-like eyes, with angry right hand the sea on. This fellow forgets how slow we shall go back.” other. An instant more and Hargrove would have been

“We must be turning, Mr. Hargrove," he shouted to foundering in the yeasty sea, lost beyond all hope, when the tragedian, who was grimly steering, while the boy was Merry weather, at a scream from Lilly, leaped forward and with evident uneasiness watching the sail, ready to let go rescued the manager's victim, pushing Hargrove apart, in the twinkling of an eye. “It is five minutes past three. and hurling him down on Flitterby: We're past Filey Brig, and we've been two hours coming. “Let me get at him," roared the maddened manager. We shall take at least three or four getting back. It will “ Here I go and announce a special benefit, and this scountake us all we know to get back by seven, in time to drel gets us in:o this pickle. By the Lord Harry, sir, I'll

stop his six months' wages for it! It's a scheme of his. “ Turn, Mr. Hargrove, directly,” groaned the manager It's a conspiracy, and I'll take it into court; by the Lord

“We're getting much — much too far away." Harry, I will!" "I know what I'm about,” said Hargrove doggedly. “Will no one bring me some brandy? I'm dying!” "I lived here once for two years

, and I had a boat of my groaned Mrs. Jessop; and as for Patty, all her chic and own, sir, twice the size of this. This is an out-and-in sprightliness had vanished. wind, and we shall skip back in no time.”

There was really danger now, for an apocalyptic dark"Turn her head, sir, directly !” roared the manager, ness hid the shore, the sea broke heavily over the fishingor I'll cancel your agreement to-morrow morning. You boat from stem to stern, and there was danger she might have refused several minor parts already, and spoiled fill or be broken up by the waves. Where Merryweather sat many others."

with one arm round Lilly, guarding her as much as possitill I choose. I have a Roman soul, and I refuse to wear I will not turn her, proud despot,” growled Hargrove, ble from the wild bursts of rain and storm, the spray blew

80 blinding thick that the manager could be hardly distin

guished as he stood holding on to the mast. " If we rip on like this, old bloke,” said the boy, “ you 'll "I know you will tell me the truth, Mr. Merry weather,” be on the Black Pool Sand in five minutes more. I've said Lilly, suddenly but quite calmly, looking out for a motold him so, gents , a quarter of an hour ago. Wby, crikeyi ment from under an extempore hood

she had made of a look, the water 's shallowing now, I tell yer. Five min-1 railway rug; “ but are we in real danger ?

dress."

imperiously.

thy chain."

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