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is no need to double the risks, as they are doubled and half the night to the foul-mouthed ‘rows' which take trebled to poor people's children—that class upon place at gin-palace doors ; open, in short, to every which society depends mainly for health, labour, and sort and kind of bodily harm and mental corruption. industry. Any person of common sense, during an You, fond and gentle mother, who send your chilhour's walk along the streets of London or any large dren out for a walk, or into the safe garden, under the town, will have sufficient evidence on this subject. guardianship of two nursery-maids, or on wet days

Now, it seems pretty well agreed upon by modern have them for a game in the dining-room, and at philanthropists, that if we are to mend the world at eight o'clock every night go up to kiss them in their all

, it must be through the new generation; for little beds-only fancy your boys and girls turned out the old, God help it! is almost hopeless to meddle for one single day of such a life as this ! with; and in the balance of advantages, it is wiser to Can anything be done to remedy it ?-anything expend labour over a young tree, than on one which, which, without detracting a jot from the usefulness toil as you will, you can seldom straighten out of the of schools, will provide for a want which no schools crookedness of years, or graft with pleasant fruit upon can supply? a long sour stem. Still, we are bound to dig about A society, lately started, has tried to answer this it and dung it,' as the good Master allows; but let us question. It is called “The Playground Society,' and not for its sake neglect the growing trees which its object is to provide playgrounds for poor children spring up around us on every side. Apparently, in populous places.' Its originator, a benevolent there is more hope in Ragged, Industrial, National, or London clergyman, thus states how the scheme arose even Infant Schools—in teaching establishments of --the paragraph is taken from a private letter, which, every sort and kind, religious or secular-than in for public good, there can be no objection to make all our prisons, workhouses, reformatories, and public: penitentiaries.

• The immediate impulse to our Society came from The great want in this admirable movement for the a little street in my late district, wherein I found a benefit of the young, is its being almost exclusively woman“blowing up "some little boys well for making on the teaching system. However varied be the a noise before her house. I entered into a conversainstruction, and the mode in which it is imparted, tion with her upon my wish to have a playground set the chorus of it is always 'Teach-teach-teach.' apart for poor children who had no room to play at

Now, children do not need teaching every day, and home, and must play somewhere. She replied that all day long; any more than a tree requires perpetual the idea was good one, because then they would not watering, pruning, propping, and manuring; and trouble her.” Feeling, therefore, that all classes were Providence never meant any such thing. Set it in to benefit by the movement, I began to look up friends the ground, and let it grow. It will grow in spite of to the cause, and a good many were found. We hope you; and the best you can do is to watch it that to be more useful by assisting in the conveyance it grows straightly and safely-defend it from all sites, than by their purchase. We do not propose to noxious influences; but on the whole, leave it in do more than procure the playground, leaving the its early season of development to the dews, and management to local authorities. sunshine, and fresh air; and meddle with it as little Therefore, the brief prospectus urges (support from as you can.

the nobility and gentry, with reference to the towns
And thus we should never forget how equal with and cities contiguous to their estates;' and invites
all learning, and often before it-for education can be such earnestly to make 'grants of land, which can be
gained in very mature life—is to children that indis- legally conveyed for that purpose.' We feel that we
pensable blessing, play: safe, well-watched, harmless, are perhaps affording one chance more_to a sub-
and properly restricted, but daily play. Not doled stantial public good in giving in this Journal the
out in ten-minute portions between hours of lessons ; address of this Society— 17 Bull and Mouth Street,
or according to Miss Monflathers' creed for “poor' St Martin's-le-Grand, London.'
ehildren

Thus, with a plea for playgrounds and for play, end
In work, work, work. In work alway

these reminiscences of our play-days-now gone by
Let their first years be passed-

for evermore. Yet blessed are those families, however but granted as an indispensable and very large item dwindled and separated, who are bound together in in their sum of existence. Poor little souls-why

heart by remembrances such as these! And blessed not? it is but a tiny sum, after all; a dozen years or

is the memory of those parents, who, by justice, 80, at best. As says Christophero Sly:

patience, forbearance, and tenderness--tried, how Let the world wag, we shall ne'er be younger.

sorely none find out until taught by parenthood
themselves-have

ough all afflictions of their own
Perhaps even well-to-do parents scarcely think given to their children that blessing, which nothing
enough of this great necessity of play for their little afterwards can take away, and the want of which
ones, boys and girls both, up to as long a period as nothing can ever supply, the recollection of a happy
possible; which will be short enough with most. childhood.
Alas! well do I myself remember the last evening
that ever I put on my blue pinafore and went out to
play.' Of these respectable fathers and mothers I am

SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS.* not now speaking ; but of the fathers and mothers For more than a quarter of a century, Shelley las -not less tender and scrupulous, often- of working- been a sort of myth to the British public, and & people's children.

Schools are excellent things ; but when a child is By a'few, he has been regarded as an angel, but by turned out

of school, to a home which is probably the majority as a sort of malignant demon, muttering only a single room, or two rooms—where labour perpetually necromantic incantations, to blast the and sickness, misery, drunkenness, or want, make tillers and the fruits of the earth.” A friend who it worse than no home at all-where does he go knew him well once went down to visit him while to? To play, of course; but where? In filthy he was staying at Great Marlow. Shelley, like alleys, making mud-pies-swimming boats along

open Rousseau, lived his whole life in the full persuasion and-toss at street-corners; darting under horses' heads about him. After the usual civilities, he exclaimed, and carriage-wheels; exposed all day to the policeman's collaring, the errand-boy's 'whopping;' and * By Charles S. Middleton. 2 vols. London: Newby, 1858.

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therefore, in his strange, sepulchral voice: 'Well, have applied himself to his lessons, was always what do they say of me now?' The man of town thinking of something else. replied: They say you are engaged in blaspliening The same frailty of organisation led to most of the as usual.' Shelley, evidently delighted, rejoined, in irregularities of Shelley's after-life, as well as to his most animated manner : Tell them I have run many of his out-of-the-way notions. He appeared away with my grandmother—that I entertain peculiar to reasoning with the world thus : “You think notions about the iron railings in Lincoln's Inn because I avoid the shocks of physical force and the Fields—and that I worship the mystery of the rough jostling of men in ordinary society, that I devil's tail !'

possess no courage. I will prove to you the contrary. By talking this sort of ranting stuff, the young I will fly in the face of public opinion; I will set poet shocked a great number of persons, while he at nought the notions of mankind; I will assail amused others. It would have been fortunate what they respect; I will recommend for practice had he contented himself with shocking people's what they detest; I will throw an irresistible charm nerves in conversation only; but he delighted in around loathsome things. I will confuse-I will doing the thing on a larger scale, and wrote several overthrow, and thus compel you to recognise the books for the same purpose. Had his life been pro- intrepidity of my nature.' tracted to the threescore years and ten supposed to From the whole tenor of Shelley's career, we are be allotted to us for spinning speculations and sundry convinced that this was the secret theory of his other duties, these fantastic tricks of youth might actions. By nature he was gentle and compassionate, have been thrown completely into oblivion by the generous, and full of charity. But he had no reguconduct and writings of his riper age; but Shelley lating principle in his mind; or rather, if he had, it died before public attention had been withdrawn from was that overweening vanity which led him to derive his intellectual frolics; and it is therefore to be feared supreme satisfaction from talking, thinking, and actthat many generations must pass away before he can ing differently from other men. In whatever form be viewed in the proper light. To hasten the con- of society he had lived, he would have selected the summation so devoutly to be wished, is the object of most unpopular opinions, and become a martyr to Mr Middleton's two interesting volumes.

them. Hazlitt used to say of Coleridge that he had There is nothing new in saying that a great a knack of always preferring the unknown to the majority of the human race are fond of indulging in known. With Shelley, it was not the unknown, but severe criticisms on the few who are endowed with that which was generally detested. He seemed to the remarkable powers of genius. The reason is by reason with his contemporaries as Slender does with no means difficult to be discovered. Swift celebrates Sweet Anne Page. “You are afraid if you see the it in the following lines :

bears loose, are you not?' Anne. 'Ay, indeed, sir.

Slender. That's nieat and drink to me, now: I have I have no title to aspire;

seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have taken Yet if you sink, I seem the higher.

him by the chain: but I warrant you the women Without being actuated at all by this motive, we will have so cried and shrieked at it, that it passed.' venture to say that poor Shelley did furnish people This was Shelley all over. He had not only seen with many strong reasons for speaking against him. the Sackerson of opinion loose twenty times, but had He was mad occasionally, and occasionally sane; let him loose, merely that he might have the pleasure but habitually fluctuated between these two states of of taking him by the chain while all the world stood being, and acted wildly or outrageously simply because looking on and shrieking. But if the young poet he could not help it. His very physical organisation was absurd to seek pleasure from these antics, were suggested at once to the beholder the idea of some his contemporaries much wiser in raising such an thing strange and inexplicable. He had the face and outcry as they did ? Had they ceased to scream, he delicate figure of a gir), with light-blue eyes, fair skin, would have ceased to take the bear by the chain. and flaxen hair, and the voice of a very old woman, Any man, with a man's brains in his head, might cracked, broken, and tremulous. When excited, his have perceived that Shelley was a mad boy, playing scream was unearthly. This, whether right or wrong, with dangerous opinions, because it excited the was the cause why the boys delighted in tormenting world's attention. He was not a philosopher launchhim at school. It amused them to make him frantic, ing forth a new system to influence the reasonings and they listened with a mixture of fear and wonder to and the thoughts of mankind for ever ; but a young the thin, weak, though infuriated voice of eld, issuing man of vivid imagination, rich fancy, and distorted from those delicate rosy lips, which might have been intellect, blowing gorgeous bubbles for their enterexpected to give birth to the softest and sweetest sounds. tainment. He had an instrument at his command

It is Mr Middleton's determination to take part which would occasionally discourse most elegant with Shelley in almost everything, and accordingly music, but suddenly fly off into sharps and discords, he is very severe upon the boys for the system of grating most harshly upon the ear. In the way of persecution they carried on at Brentford against the opinion, there is nothing whatever that is new in young poet; but we have never known any school Shelley. He had groped among the ruins of the past, in which so queer a little elf as Shelley then was and picked up a number of strange ideas, which he would not have excited what Mr Middleton calls draped fantastically after the modern fashion. It persecution. It was not the poet's fault; it was his was ridiculous, therefore, to look upon him as a misfortune that he was weak and timid, given to teacher of men. He required to be taught himself, mooning about in solitude, and averse from the and was only urged by the pardonable impetuosity of sports which amused and occupied the other boys. youth to set himself up as the antagonist of estabAt school, as in the world, respect is paid to the lished opinions and principles. Unhappily, he found possessor of power; and the only power which boys much older and graver persons ready to encourage understand being that which confers victory in him in the attempt to reduce his dreams to practice. fighting, they could not avoid feeling a contempt for Being the heir of a wealthy family, he could always, Shelley, who possessed nothing of the virtue which though for the time an outcast, obtain sufficient excited their admiration. The power that really money, not only to provide for his own wants, but was in him, they could not be expected to perceive. to give generously to others, and occasionally even to Neither could the master. He only knew by expe- play the fool with it. We can hardly expend any rience that he had to do with a wayward, fretful, great amount of pity on the pecuniary embarrassfanciful, and unintelligible boy, who, when he should ments of a young man who could make paper-boats of fifty-pound notes, and set them floating across the At this time, he became acquainted with Godwin, Serpentine.

whose singular character and ultra opinions possessed In the matter of ethics, Shelley's practice was not a powerful fascination for the young poet, who now much more respectable than his theory. His conduct launched forth Queen Mab as a sort of desperate towards his first wife is susceptible of no defence; manifesto against all the received opinions of manit was heartless and unprincipled. Of many other kind. This was the one fatal step in Shelley's literary acts of his life we must likewise disapprove, though career which inaugurated all his subsequent errors. we are willing to give their full weight to all those The reader of Gil Blas will recollect the instructive circumstances which are urged by Mr Middleton in story of Dr Sangrado. On the occasion of an epidemic extenuation. After making all possible allowance, at Valladolid, Gil Blas observing that his master's however, for the faults of others towards him, for patients went the way of all flesh with startling the evil influences which were exerted over his rapidity, ventured one day to advise a reconsideration mind, for the wickedness of his parents, for the of his practice. "Truly, Gil,' replied the doctor, 'the pernicious counsel and example of his friends, we perverse alacrity of these people in dying perplexes must still insist that Shelley's life was very far me also not a little. But you see I have written a indeed from being an exemplary one. He did book in which our mode of treatment is maintained many kind and many noble actions—where the goods to be the best.' 'In that case,' answered Gil, 'perish of fortune were concerned, he was in a high degree all Valladolid rather than you should recant. So, unselfish ; he cheerfully underwent discomforts and adds the historian, we went to work again; and in privations that he might relieve the minds and the less than six weeks made more widows and orphans sufferings of others; he was profuse in his generosity than the siege of Troy. towards his friends, and even the most complete Like the doctor, Shelley had now written a book, strangers often partook of his indiscriminate bounty. and fancied that his honour was concerned to defend Carefully considering, therefore, both the good and it. For several years, therefore, the fairy Mab acted the evil, we are forced to the common-place conclusion like his evil genius, and betrayed him into all sorts that Shelley's was a mixed character-partly blam- of Quixotic enterprises. But the rich and beautiful able, partly praiseworthy. The events of his life, character of his genius could not be entirely mishowever, were varied, strange, and interesting. He directed. From time to time, he produced poems of was born in a delightful part of Sussex, where, in the great splendour and originality ; and even in the midst of opulence and splendour, he passed the early most dreary of his epics, there were passages so years of his life. But even his childhood could exquisite, 80 fresh, 80 saturated with the influences scarcely have been happy. Both his father and of external nature, that his worst enemies could mother would appear to have been coarse, vulgar, hardly refuse to recognise their transcendent merit. worldly-minded individuals, no more qualified to com- With his second wife, the daughter of Mr Godwin, prehend the mind of their gifted son, than to achieve Shelley now went abroad, traversed France, Switzerthe quadrature of the circle. Even his sisters, of land, Italy, and pitched his tent at last in the sweet whom the biographer speaks kindly, may be suspected valley of the Arno. There, in ancient Pisa, his name of not having been endowed with any wonderful is still remembered, even by the common people, who amount of sympathy. At all events, they soon will point out to you with pleasure the house in disappear from the narrative of Shelley's life, and take which he dwelt under the frowning Apennine. Visible, refuge in complete oblivion. In the selection of full in front between the rocks, is that fatal blue sea friends, Shelley displayed, from the commencement, in which he was destined to perish. Generally, very little tact or discernment- Medwin, Hogg, especially in summer, it looks like a huge expanse Godwin, Leigh Hunt, Trelawny, Byron-all were of molten amethyst or turquoise, sleeping serenely individuals more or less at war with society. At beneath the sun. But in winter, a sudden boreasco, Eton, the agreeable qualities of Shelley's mind were so a strong north wind, or even the Homeric zephyr, completely overbalanced by the disagreeable, that he will blow it up into a chaos of spray and foam. made no friends, and carried away no agreeable remi- Here Shelley remained for a considerable time, niscences. At Oxford, he contracted only one friend though not without frequent removes and residences ship, that of Mr Hogg, which was obviously more elsewhere. He passed some time on the Lake of Como, prejudicial to him than otherwise. Instead of check- at Florence, Rome, or Naples ; but generally returned ing his tendency to what was extravagant and in a short time to Pisa, where he loved to meditate in offensive, his new companion joined him in his the shadow of the Campanile, among the ashes of the vagaries, and strongly encouraged that course of study Campo Santo, or on the half-deserted Lungarno. The which rendered him hostile to the leading principles influence of the climate and scenery produced a of his age. At the same time, it must be owned that pleasant change in Shelley's mind; he became less the plan of instruction then pursued at the university harsh, less fretful, less inclined to social Quixotism. was not only imperfect, but cold, dull, and mischiev- But his imagination was diseased, and loved to revel, ous. The superiors of his own college were pre- amid the triumphs of decay and death, on the verge eminently unfit to be intrusted with the training and of moral obliquity, sin, crime, hideousness, and horror. disciplining of youth. They were ignorant, harsh, For what was genuinely healthy in mind or body, he ill-tempered, and bigoted ; and instead of dealing had no sympathy. His Parnassus was dark, and gently and compassionately, as they ought, with the peopled with frightful phantoms; his Helicon was the errors and aberrations of youth, they brought to bear black pool of melancholy; his Muses, the Eumenides, against him all the fierce fanaticism of narrow minds, whose voices of terror howl around the criminal

, and expelled him from the college.

as they track and chase him to his doom. During Shelley's parents, instead of receiving and consoling his whole life, Shelley never was happy; he had a him, as good parents would have done, joined the never-failing well-spring of bitterness within. He hue-and-cry raised against him by his enemies. He could create gorgeous pictures; he could delight the was thus rendered an Ishmaelite, and precipitated fancy with transient scenes, beautiful as Eden; he into an internecine war with society. He became a could diffuse splendour over the desert; he could call wanderer upon the earth—married rashly, took to up visions of female loveliness, and place them in opium-eating, borrowed money of Jews, visited Scot- gardens which rivalled the Hesperides—but land, Ireland, Wales, fought like Don Quixote with imaginary assailants, deserted his wife, and then went Full in the fount of joy's delicious springs, to sit down and read quietly at the British Museum. Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

A ROMANCE.

CHAPTER XXXIV.-A PRETTY PLOT.

Accordingly, to follow Shelley's track through life better than they deserved, because the cardinal error is like reading a Greek tragedy. You always feel of his life was the choice of those very friends. He that there is an invisible being moving beside you, should have borne in mind the immemorial adage : which throws its shadow over your mind. For this Shew me your familiars, and I will tell you what reason, you are never easy, never taste anything with you are.' To say the best, there was not one of them confidence, never yield yourself up to the joyousness desirable. To the poor, Shelley invariably behaved of the passing hour. On the contrary, you hold your with kindness and sympathy. He felt keenly for breath, you look about you, you listen to catch, if misfortune, and detested oppression of all kinds. He possible, the stealthy steps of Nemesis, as she was ready at any hour of the day or night to sally approaches from behind. Whether you hear them or forth and make sacrifices and succour the needy. not, you know she is there, watching you everlast- Upon this point, Mr Middleton very properly insists, ingly, and as you raise the goblet to your lips, ready as it ought to be taken into account when we are to strike you down in the midst of your pleasures. drawing up our estimate of Shelley's character. His By a species of second-sight, you look forward, and works, however, and his life are now before us, and behold the boat upon the gulf, the thick evening whatever may be the design with which we sit clouds, the mounting waves; and then, upon the down to examine them, we shall be inevitably influsea-shore, a knot of friends about a funeral-pile, and enced by our own idiosyncrasies. The fanciful and an urn, filled with ashes and burned bones.

imaginative will be inclined to be lenient; the affecMr Middleton, through strong admiration for tionate, the impassioned, the impetuous, will probably Shelley and his writings, has become an advocate and condemn; the calm and philosophical will award a apologist. He tells the poet's story interestingly and portion of blame and praise, according to the quality well; he attacks his enemies with vehemence, and of the actions and writings they review. But friends shews all his actions and his friends in the best and enemies, admirers and detractors, the poetical possible light. This renders his volumes very agree- and the unpoetical, must acknowledge that his life was able to read, but we are by no means disposed to singularly checkered, strange, and full of vicissitudes. accept all his conclusions. In the matter of opinion, From the cradle to the grave, he was in perpetual he proves, we think, clearly enough, that Shelley, ere troubles, difficulties, embarrassments, misfortunes, he died, was passing through that phase of intellectual dangers, and his existence was at last terminated by existence, so admirably described by a Roman poet, a fierce and pitiless storm. and not badly interpreted by an Englishman: A fugitive from heaven and prayer,

OÇ E OLA:
I mocked at all religious fear,
Deep scienced in the mazy lore
Of mad philosophy. But now
Hoist sail, and back my voyage plough
To that blest harbour which I left before.

To dispute the identity was to doubt the evidence

of my senses. The mulatto was before me just as I Great instruction may be derived from an attentive remembered him—though with changed apparel, and study of Shelley's life. That he possessed genius perhaps grown a little bigger in body. But the of a very high order, no one, we fancy, will be in- features were the same-the tout ensemble the same, clined to dispute. It seems to be equally clear that as that presented by Yellow Jake, the ci devant he was gifted with many excellent qualities—that he woodman of our plantation. was benevolent, charitable, a lover of knowledge, and And yet how could it possibly be he? And in the a lover of freedom. What, then, did he want to render company of Arens Ringgold too, one of the most active him happy himself, and a source of happiness to of his intended executioners ? No, no, no! altogether others ? Common sense. He partook of an opinion improbable - utterly impossible! Then must I be very widely diffused in modern times, that genius is deluded-my eyes deceiving me-for as certain as not amenable to the laws which regulate the proceed. I looked upon man, I was looking upon Jake the ings of ordinary individuals. An acquaintance with mulatto! He was not twenty feet from where I lay the history of literature might have taught him to hidden; his face was full towards me; the moon was think differently. The greatest intellectual powers shining upon it with a brilliancy scarcely inferior to ever ingrafted upon human nature have claimed no the light of day. I could note the old expression of exemption for themselves from the common duties evil in his eyes, and mark the play of his features. and observances of life. Shakspeare and Milton, It was Yellow Jake. Æschylus and Homer, breathe throughout their To confirm the impression, I remembered that, notwritings obedience to the great universal code of withstanding all remonstrance and ridicule, the black ethics which we must allow to guide our conduct, if we pertinaciously adhered to his story. He would listen would taste of happiness. A man, whatever may be to no compromise, no hypothesis founded upon resemhis poetical faculties, can never be contemplated as blance. He had seen Yellow Jake, or his ghost. merely a poet: he is the citizen of some state, he is This was his firm belief, and I had been unable to the son of some father, he is the husband of some shake it. wife, he is the father of some children; he has friends, Another circumstance I now remembered: the he has acquaintances, he has contemporaries in liter- strange behaviour of the Ringgolds during the postature, he has competitors for fame. In all these prandial conversation-the action of Arens when I relations, he has duties to perform, and must perform mentioned the mulatto's name. It had attracted my them, or make up his account to be unhappy. If attention at the time, but what was I to think now? Shelley's whole career be examined, he will be found Here was a man supposed to be dead, in company to have performed scarcely one duty as he ought. If of three others who had been active in assisting his parents were bad, it will hardly be contended at his death-one of them the very keenest of his that, making all due allowance for that circumstance, executioners, and all four now apparently as thick he was a good son. He certainly was not a good as thieves! How was I to explain, in one moment, husband, or a good father. What he was as a brother, this wonderful resurrection and reconciliation ? we hardly know; but, if we must draw any inference I could not explain it--it was too complicated a at all, it is, that he was by no means exemplary. mystery to be unravelled by a moment's reflection; Towards his friends, he seemed always to have and I should have failed, had not the parties thembehaved generously, and, for the most part, much selves soon after aided me to an elucidation.

I had arrived at the only natural conclusion, and rid of enemy-never hear more of him; soon Yellow this was, that the mulaito, notwithstanding the Jake good chance have. Yesterday miss. She bad perfect resemblance, could not be Yellow Jake. This, gun, Don Aren-not worth shuck gun.' of course, would account for everything, after a 'He has not yet returned inside the fort,' remarked manner; and had the four men gone away without Ringgold, again speaking in a half-soliloquy. 'I think parley, I should have contented myself with this he has not. If no, then he should be at the camp. hypothesis.

He must go back to-night. It may be after the moon But they went not, until after affording me an goes down. He must cross the open ground in the opportunity of overhearing a conversation, which darkness. You hear, Jake, what I am saying ?' gave me to know, that, not only was Yellow Jake 'Si, señor; Jake hear all.' still in the land of the living, but that Haj-Ewa had . And you know how to profit by the hint, eh?' spoken the truth, when she told me my life was in 'Carrambo ! si, señor. Jake kuow.' danger.

"Well, then, we must return. Hear me, JakeD ! he's not here, and yet where can he if' have gone?'

Here the voice of the speaker fell into a halfThe ejaculation and interrogative were in the voice whisper, and I could not hear what was said. Occaof Arens Ringgold, uttered in a tone of peevish sur- sionally there were phrases muttered so loudly that prise. Some one was sought for by the party who I could catch their sound, and from what had already could not be found. Who that was, the next speaker transpired, was enabled to apprehend something of made manifest.

their signification. I heard frequently pronounced There was a pause, and then reached my ears the the names of Viola the quadroon, and that of my voice of Bill Williams—which I easily recognised, own sister; the phrases— only one that stands in our from having heard it but the day before.

way'-'mother easily consent'-'when I am master • You are sartint, Master Arens, he didn't sneak of the plantation - pay you two hundred dollars.' back to the fort 'long wi' the ginral ?'

These, with others of like import, satisfied me that • Sure of it,' replied “Master Arens;' 'I was by the between the two fiends some contract for the taking gate as they came in. There was only the two-the of my life had already been formed ; and that this general and the commissioner. But the question is, muttered dialogue was only a repetition of the terms did he leave the hommock along with them? There's of the hideous bargain! where we played devil's fool with the business- | No wonder that the cold sweat was oozing from my in not getting here in time, and watching them as temples, and standing in bead-like drops upon my they left. But who'd have thought he was going to brow. No wonder that I sat upon my perch shaking stay behind them; if I had only known that like an aspen-far less with fear than with horror at You say,' he continued, turning to the mulatto- you the contemplated crime—absolute horror. I might say, Jake, you came direct from the Indian camp? have trembled in a greater degree, but that my He couldn't have passed you on the path.'

nerves were to some extent stayed by the terrible Carajo! Señor Aren! No!'

indignation that was swelling up within my bosom. The voice, the old Spanish expression of profanity, I had sufficient command of my temper to remain just as I had heard them in my youth. If there had silent; it was prudent I did so ; had I discovered been doubt of the identity, it was gone. The testimony myself at that moment, I should never have left the of my ears confirmed that of my eyes. The speaker ground alive. I felt certain of this, and took care to was Yellow Jake.

make no noise that might betray my presence. Straight from Seminole come. Cat no pass me on And yet it was hard to hear four men coolly the road; I see her. Two chiefs ine meet. I hide conspiring against one's life-plotting and bargaining under the palmettoes; they no me see. Carrambo ! no.' it away like a piece of merchandise each expecting

* Deuce take it! where can he have gone? There's some profit from the speculation ! no signs of him here. I know he might have a reason My wrath was as powerful as my fears-almost too for paying a visit to the Indiansthat I know; but strong for prudence. There were four of them, all how has he got round there without Jake seeing armed. I had sword and pistols ; but this would not him?'

have made me a match for four desperadoes such as What's to hinder him to hev goed round the they. Had there been only two of them - only tother road?'

Ringgold and the mulatto---so desperate was my ‘By the open plain?'

indignation, at that moment, I should have leaped 'Yes-that away.'

from the tree and risked the encounter, coûte qui *No-he would not be likely. There's only one coate. way I can explain it: he must have come as far as But I disobeyed the promptings of passion, and the gate along with the general, and then kept down remained silent till they had moved away. the stockade, and past the sutler's house - that's I observed that Ringgold and his brace of bullies likely enough.'

went towards the fort, while the mulatto took the This was said by Ringgold in a sort of half- direction of the Indian camp. soliloquy.

• Devils !' he exclaimed in an impatient tone, we'll not get such a chance soon again.'

• Ne'er a fear, Master Arens,' said Williamsne'er a fear. Plenty o' chances, I kalkerlate-gobs I stirred not till they were gone-till long after. o' chances sech times as these.'

In fact, my mind was in a state of bewilderment, that “We'll make chances,' pithily added Spence, who for some moments hindered me either from acting of now spoke for the first time in my hearing.

thinking; and I sat as if glued to the branch. Reflec* Ay, but here was a chance for Jake-he must do tion came at length,

and I began to speculate upon it, boys; neither of you must have a hand in it. what I had just heard and seen. It might leak out ; and then we'd all be in a pretty Was it a farce to frighten me ? No, no—they were pickle. Jake can do it, and not harm himself, for not the characters for a farce-not one of the four; he's dead, you know, and the law can't reach him! and the reappearance of Yellow Jake, partaking as it Isn't it so, my yellow boy?'.

did of the wild and supernatural, was too dramatic, • Carrambo! si, señor. No fear have, Don Aren too serious to form an episode in comedy. Ringgol; 'fore long, I opportunty find. Jake you get On the contrary, I had just listened to the prologue

CHAPTER XXXV.

LIGHT AFTER DARKNESS.

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