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“ The Lord forgive me, but when he started the next morning there wasn't came to the last words and said, “use- a ‘screed of my pack that they didn't ful light,' I couldn't restrain myself, buy, penknives, and whistles, and nutbut broke out, “That's mighty like a crackers, and all, just, as they said, bull, any how, and reminds me of the for keepsakes. Good luck to them,

and happy hearts, wherever they are, "Good luck to the moon, she's a fine noble creature,

for they made mine happy that day; And gives us the daylight at night in the dark.' ay, and for many an hour afterwards, “ Before I knew where I was, the

as I just think over the kind words boat glided in to the steps, and a tall

and pleasant faces." man, a little stooped in the shoulders,

More than one of the company had stood before me.

dropped off asleep during Billy's nar. “ Is it you,' said he, with a quiet

rative, and of the others, their com. laugh, that accuse Pope of a bull ?'

plaisance as listeners appeared taxed

to the utmost, while the Corporal 6. It is,' says I ; and what's more, there isn't a poet from Horace down

snored loudly, like a man who had a wards that I won't show bulls in; right to indulge himself to the full

est extent. there's bulls in Shakespeare and in Milton; there's bulls in the ancients;

“ There's the bell again," muttered I'll point out a bull in Aristophanes.'

one; "that's from the lord's room,'" «• What have we here?' said he,

and Craggs, starting up by the instinct

of his office, hastened off to his masturning to the others.

ter's chamber. Ă poor crayture,' says I, • like Goldsmith's chest of drawers'

“My lord says you are to remain

here," said he, as he re-entered a few ""* With brains reduced a double debt to pay, minutes later ; "he is satisfied with To dream by night, sell Sheffield ware by day.'

your skill, and I'm to send off a mes« Well, with that he took a fit of senger to the post, to let them know laughing, and handing the rest out of he has detained you.” the boat, he made me come along at “I'm obaydient," said Billy, with his side, discoorsin' me about my a low bow, “and now for a brief rethravels, and all I seen, and all I read, pose !” And so saying, he drew a long till we reached an elegant little cot- woollen nightcap from his pocket, and tage on a bank right over the lake; putting it over his eyes, resigned himand then he brought me in and made self to sleep with the practised air of me take tay with the family; and I one who needed but very little prespent the night there ; and when I paration to secure slumber.

CHAPTER IV.

A VISITOR,

The old castle of Glencore contained but one spacious room, and this served all the purposes of drawing-room, dining-room, and library. It was a long and lofty chamber, with a raftered ceiling, from which a heavy chandelier hung by a massive chain of iron. Six windows, all in the same wall, deeply set and narrow, admitted a sparing light. In the opposite wall stood two fire places, large, massive, and monumental; the carved supporters of the richly-chased pediment being of colossal size, and the great shield of the house crowning the

pyramid of strange and uncouth objects that were grouped below. The walls were partly occupied by book-shelves, partly covered by wainscot, and here and there disa

played a worn-out portrait of some bygone warrior or dame, who little dreamed how much the colour of their effigies should be indebted to the sad effects of damp and mildew. The furniture consisted of every imaginable type, from the carved oak and ebony console, to the white-and-gold of Versailles taste, and the modern compromise of comfort with ugliness which chintz and soft cushions accomplish. Two great screens, thickly covered with prints and drawings, most of them political caricatures of some fifty years back, flanked each fire-place, making, as it were, in this case, two different apartments.

At one of these, on a low sofa, sat, or rather lay, Lord Glencore, pale and I was up

wasted by long illness. His thin hand " There's Mr. Craggs now, my held a letter, to shade his eyes from lord,” said the old butler, as he looked the blazing wood fire, and the other out of the window, and eagerly seized hand hung listlessly at his side. The the opportunity to interrupt the scene; expression of the sick man's face was “there he is, and a gentleman with that of deep melancholy – not the him." mere gloom of recent suffering, but the “ Ha! go and meet him, Charlesdeep-cut traces of a long-carried afflic. it's Harcourt. Go and receive him, tion, a sorrow wbich had eaten into his show him his room, and then bring very heart, and made its home there. him here to me."

At the second fireplace sat his son, The boy heard without a word, and and, though a mere boy, the linea. left the room with the same slow step ments of his father marked the youth's and the same look of apathy. Just as face with a painful exactness. The he reached the hall the stranger was same intensity was in the eyes — the entering it. He was a tall, well-built same haughty character sat on the man, with the mingled ease and stiffbrow; and there was in the whole ness of a soldier in his bearing; his countenance the most extraordinary face was bandsome, but somewhat counterpart of the gloomy seriousness stern, and his voice had that tone of the older face. He had been read- which implies the long habit of com. ing, but the fast-falling night obliged mand. him to desist,

and he sat now contem- “You're a Massy, that I'll swear plating the bright embers of the wood to," said he, frankly, as he shook the fire in dreary thought. Once or twice boy's hand; “ the family face in every was be disturbed from his reverie by

lineament. And how is your fathe whispered voice of an old serving ther?" man, asking for something with that “ Better; he has had a severe illsubmissive manner assumed by those ness." who are continually exposed to the " So his letter told me. outbreaks of another's temper; and at the Rhine when I received it, and last the boy, who had hitherto scarcely started at once for Ireland.” deigned to notice the appeals to him, “ He has been very impatient for flung a bunch of keys contemptuously your coming," said the boy'; "he has on the ground, with a muttered male- talked of nothing else.” diction on his tormentor.

Ay, we are old friends. Glen“What's that?” cried out the sick core and I have been schoolfellows, man, startled at the sound.

chums at college, and messmates in “ 'Tis nothing, my lord, but the the same regiment,” said he, with a keys that fell out of my hand,” replied slight touch of sorrow in his tone. the old man, humbly. “Mr. Craggs Will he be able to see me now? Is he is away to Leenane, and I was going confined to bed ?" to get out the wine for dinner.”

No, he will dine with you. I'm to * Where's Mr. Charles?” asked Lord show you your room, and then bring Glencore.

He's there beyant," muttered the “ That's better news than I hoped other in a low voice, while he pointed for, boy. By the way, what's your towards the distant fireplace, “but he name?" looks tired and weary, and I didn't “ Charles Conyngham.” like to disturb him."

“To be sure, Charles, how could I “ Tired! weary! — with what? have forgotten it! So, Charles, this where has he been ? - what has he is to be my quarters, and a glorious been doing?” cried be, hastily. “Char- view there is from this window lés, Charles, I say!"

what's the mountain yonder ?" And slowly rising from his seat, and “ Ben Creggan.” with an air of languid indifference, " We must climb that summit some the boy came towards him.

of those days, Charley. I hope you're Lord Glencore's face darkened as he a good walker. You shall be my guide gazed on him.

through this wild region here, for I “ Where have you been ?" asked he, have a passion for explorings." sternly.

And he talked away rapidly, while “ Yonder," said the boy, in an ac- he made a brief toilet, and refreshed cent like the echo of his own.

him from the fatigues of the road.

you to him.”

“Now, Charley, I'm at your orders; “Yes, the boy is well grown and I et us descend to the drawing-room.” athletic. What has he been doing ?“ You'll find my father there," said have

you

had him at a school ?” the boy, as he stopped short at the “At a school l" said Glencore, startdoor; and Harcourt, staring at him ing; “no, he has lived always here for a second or two in silence, turned with myself. I have been his tutor the handle and entered.

I read with him every day, till that Lord Glencore never turned his illness seized me." head as the other drew nigh, but sat " He looks clever ; is he so?" with his forehead resting on the table, “ Like the rest of us, George, he extending his hand only in welcome. may learn, but he can't be taught.

“My poor fellow !" said Harcourt, The old obstinacy of the race is strong grasping the thin and wasted fingers, in him, and to rouse bim to rebel all "my poor fellow, how glad I am to be you have to do is to give him a task; with you again. And he seated him- but his faculties are good, his appreself at his side as he spoke. “You hension quick, and his memory, if he had a relapse after you wrote to me?" would but tax it, excellent. Here's

Glencore slowly raised his head, and Craggs come to tell us of dinner; give pusbing back a small velvet skull-cap me your arm, George, we havn't far that he wore, said

to go this one room serves us for “You'd not have known me, George. everything." Eh? see how grey I am! I saw myself “You're better lodged than I exin the glass to-day for the first time, pected ; your letters told me to look and I really couldn't believe my for a mere barrack; and the place eyes."

stands so well.” “In another week the change will “Yes, the spot was well chosen, be just as great the other way. It although I suppose its founders cared was some kind of a fever, was it not ?" little enough about the picturesque.”

"I believe so," said the other, sigh- The dinner table was spread behind ing.

one of the massive screens, and under * And they bled you and blistered the careful direction of Craggs and you, of course.

These fellows are like old Simon, was well and amply supthe farriers- they have but the one plied fish and game, the delicacies system for everything. Who was your of other localities, being here in abuntorturer? - where did you get him dance. Harcourt had a traveller's from?"

appetite, and enjoyed himself thoA practitioner of the neighbour- roughly, while Glencore never touched hood, the wild growth of the moun- a morsel, and the boy eat sparing!y, tain," said Glencore, with a sickly watching the stranger with that insmile; “but I mustn't be ungrateful; tense curiosity which comes of living he saved my life, if that be a cause for estranged from all society. gratitude.”

“Charley will treat you to a glass “And a right good one, I take it. of Burgundy, Harcourt,” said GlenHow like you that boy is, Glencore. core, as they drew round the fire ; I started back when he met me. It “ he keeps the cellar-key.' was just as if I was transported again “ Let us have two, Charley," said to old school-days, and had seen your- Harcourt, as the boy arose to leave self as you used to be long ago! Do

the room,

" and take care that you you remember the long meadow, Glen- carry them steadily." core ?"

The boy stood for a second and “ Harcourt," said he, falteringly, looked at his father, as if interrogating, “ don't talk to me of long ago, at least and then a sudden flush suffused his not now.” And then, as if thinking face as Glencore made a gesture with aloud, added, “ How strange that a his hand for him to go. man without a bope should like the “ You don't perceive how you future better than the past.'

touched him to the quick there, Har. How old is Charley ?" asked Har- court? You talked to him as to how court, anxious to engage him on some he should carry the wine; he thought other theme.

that office menial and beneath him, “ Ho'll be fifteen, I think, his next and he looked to me to know what he birth-day; he seems older, doesn't should do." he?"

"What a fool you have made of the boy !" said Harcourt, bluntly. “By I have forgotten it, as much as if Jove! it was time I should come I had never seen it,” said Glencore, here!”

interrupting, and with a severity of When the boy came back he was voice that showed the theme disfollowed by the old butler, carefully pleased him. And now a pause encarrying in a small wicker contrivance, sued, painful perhaps to the others, but Hibernice called a cooper, three cob- scarcely felt by Harcourt, as he smoked webbed and well-crusted bottles. away peacefully, and seemed lost in

“Now, Charley,” said Harcourt, the windings of his own fancies. gaily, “if you want to see a man tho- “ Have you shooting here, Glenroughly happy, just step up to my room core ?” asked he at length. and fetch me a small leather sack “ There might be, if I were to preyou'll find there of tobacco, and on serve the game." the dressing-table you'll see my meer. “ And you do not. Do you

fish ?" schaum-pipe ; be cautious with it, for

« No; never. it belonged to no less a man than Po. You give yourself up to farming, nitowski, the poor fellow who died then ?" at Leipsic."

“Not even that; the truth is, Har. The lad stood again irresolute and court, I literally do nothing. A few confused, when a signal from his fa- newspapers, a stray review or so reach ther motioned him away to acquit the me in these solitudes, and keep me, in a errand.

measure, informed as to the course of “Thank you,” said Harcourt, as he events ; but Charley and I con over re-entered; you see I am not vain of our classics together, and scrawl sheets my meerschaum without reason. The of paper with algebraic signs, and puzcarving of those stags is a work of real zle our heads over strange formulas, art; and if you were a connoisseur in wonderfully indifferent to what the such matters, you'd say the colour world is doing at the other side of this was perfect. Have you given up

little estuary.' smoking, Glencore ? you used to be You of all men living to lead such fond of a weed."

a life as this! a fellow that never could I care but little for it,” said Glen- cram occupation enough into his short core, sighing

twenty-four hours," broke in Harcourt. “ Take to it again, my dear fellow, Glencore's pale cheek flushed slightif only that it is a bond 'tween yourselfly, and an impatient movement of his and everyone who whiff's his cloud. fingers on the table showed how ill he There are wonderfully few habits - I relished any allusion to his own former was going to say enjoyments, and I life. might say so, but I'll call them ha- Charley will show you to-morrow bits — that consort so well with every all the wonders of our erudition, Harcondition and every circumstance of court,” said he, changing the subject; life, that become the prince and the “ we have got to think ourselvers very peasant, suit the garden of the palace, learned, and I hope you'll be polite and the red watch-fire of the barrack, enough not to undeceive us.” relieve the weary bours of a calm at “ You'll have a merciful critic, sea, or refresh the tired hunter in the Charley," said the Colonel, laughing, prairies."

" for more reasons than one. Had “ You must tell Charley some of the question been how to track a wolf, your adventures in the west. The or wind an antelope, to outmanæuvre Colonel has passed two years in the a scout party, or harpoon a calf-whale, Rocky Mountains," said Glencore to I'd not yield to many, but if you throw

me amongst Greek roots, or double “ Ay, Charley, I have knocked equations, I'm only Sampson, with his about the world as much as most men,

hair én crop !" and seen, too, my share of its wonders. The solemn clock over the mantelIf accidents by sea and land can inte. piece struck ten, and the boy arose as rest you, if you care for stories of In

it ceased. dian life, and the wild habits of a That's Charley's bed time,” said prairie hunter, I'm your man, Your Glencore, “and we are determined to father can tell you more of salons and make no stranger of you, George. He'll the great world, of what may be called say good night. the high game of life

And with a manner of mingled shy

his son.

I can

- Of

ness and pride the boy held out his you to come here. And to-morrow hand, which the soldier shook cor- at all events in a day or two -- we can dially, saying

speak of it fully. And now I must “ To-morrow, then, Charley, I leave you. You'll have to rough it count upon you for my day, and so here, George ; but as there is no man that it be not to be passed in the li- can do so with a better grace brary I'll acquit myself creditably." spare my apologies; only, I beg, don't

“I like your boy, Glencore,” said let the place be worse than it need he, as soon as they were alone. be. Give your orders ; get what you course I have seen very little of him ; can; and see if your tact and knowand if I had seen more I should be but ledge of life cannot remedy many a a sorry judge of what people would difficulty which our ignorance or apacall his abilities; but he is a good thy have served to perpetuate. stamp; “gentleman ’ is written on him *** I'll take the command of the garin a hand that any can read; and, by rison with pleasure,” said Harcourt, Jove! let them talk as they will, but filling up his glass, and replenishing that's half the battle of life !"

the fire. “ And now a good night's “He is a strange fellow; you'll not rest to you, for I half suspect I have understand him in a moment,” said already jeopardied some of it." Glencore, smiling half sadly to himself. The old campaigner sat till long past

“Not understand him, Glencore; I midnight. The generous wine, his read him like print, man; you think pipe, the cheerful wood-fire, were all that his shy, bashful manner imposes companionable enough, and well-suited upon me; not a bit of it; I see the thoughts which took no high or heroic fellow is as proud as Lucifer. All your range, but were chiefly reveries of the solitude and estrangement from the past, some sad, some pleasant, but all world, hasn't driven out of his head tinged with the one philosophy, which that he's to be a viscount one of these made him regard the world as a camdays; and somehow, wherever he has paign, wherein he who grumbles or picked it up, he has got a very pretty repines is but a sorry soldier, and unnotion of the importance and rank worthy of his cloth. that same title confers."

It was not till the last glass was “Let us not speak of this now, Har- drained that he arose to seek his bed, court; I'm far too weak to enter upon and pleasantly humming some old air what it would lead to. It is, however, to himself, he slowly mounted the the great reason for which I entreated stairs to his chamber.

CHAPTER V.

COLONEL HARCOURT'S LETTER.

As we desire throughout this tale to make the actors themselves, wherever it be possible, the narrators, using their words in preference to our own, we shall now place before the reader a letter written by Colonel Harcourt about a week after his arrival at Glencore, which will at least serve to rescue him and ourselves from the task of repetition.

It was addressed to Sir Horace Up. ton, Her Majesty's Envoy at Studtgard, one who had formerly served in the same regiment with Glencore and himself, but who left the army early, to follow the career of diplomacy wherein, still a young man, he had risen to the rank of a minister. It is not important to the object of our story to speak more particularly of his character, than that it was in almost

every respect the opposite of his cor. respondent. Where the one was frank, open, and unguarded, the other was cold, cautious, and reserved; where one believed, the other doubted ; where one was hopeful, the other had nothing but misgivings. Harcourt would have twenty times a day wounded the feelings, or jarred against the susceptibility of his best friend; Upton could not be brought to trench upon the slightest prejudice of his greatest enemy. We might continue this contrast to every detail of their characters, but enough has now been said, and we proceed to the letter in question :

“ Glencore Castle. “Dear Upton,True to my promise to give you early tidings of our old friend, I sit down to pen a few lines,

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