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“ As I thought. Then I must adopt the only alternative, and resign my post. Don't look so gloomy, Margaret.”

“Did I look gloomy? I did not know it. I was only thinking 6 What were you thinking ?”

Adam, let me speak out. I know your nature is so very sanguine that I think you see things with a brighter hue than most men. thinking, if the Trebeddon mines should not turn out as you expectif they should fail—where should we be ?"

• Upon my word and honour, Margaret, you pay me a very high compliment. How long have you thought me a fool? Do you suppose I cannot see my way before me clearer than that? It is not a bit of use talking to women about business," he continued, chafing considerably, 6 for they can't understand it.”

“My dear husband, your interests and mine are the same," she gently said. “ If I beg you to be cautious and prudent, it is for your sake as much as ours.

Think of the children.”
I do think of them: and of


too. It is for their future that I am anxious to amass wealth. Were I a single man, with only myself to look to, I might go on in the old humdrum way.

Twelve hundred a year

would suffice for all I want." Mr. Grainger no doubt spoke as he thought : that if he had nobody but himself, he would be content with his salary. He was unconscious how thoroughly he was mistaken ; he was unconscious that the speculating mania was upon him, and that the power urging him on was not the future interest of his family, but the fever of the disorder. There is no cure for it, none, until it has had its course. A pretty sharp cure generally comes then.


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The time went on to autumn; say, rather, to the beginning of winter. No particular change had yet taken place, save perhaps in the manner of Mr. Grainger : anxiety, disappointment, and hope deferred, were rendering his naturally sweet temper an irritable one. The Great Trebeddon Mines could not be said to have failed, and they could not be said to have prospered; they were hovering between the two. One of the unhappy speculators who had purchased a right in them, was in the habit of likening them to the horse-leech; since they sucked in all the money that could be raised for them, and were continually asking for more. Give, give! give, give ! it was their incessant cry: but they seemed determined to render nothing in return. Mr. Grainger had been down to the mines. The first time he remained a fortnight, and had come up enraptured: the second time he remained three weeks, and had come up more enraptured still ; the third and last time, he had returned not quite so much

Mr. and Mrs. Grainger were yet in their house : the period not having come to remove to a superior one, as he had anticipated; though a doubt was arising, now, whether they would stay in it much longer. Perhaps the doubt was arising whether they could stay in it.

Adam,” his wife said to him about this time, her face wearing a look of anxious uneasiness, “ I really must have some money to go on

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with. Do you know that the tradespeople are beginning to refuse further trust?

“What tradespeople ?” he fiercely asked.

“ None are so attentive as they formerly were ; so anxious to send for orders. But the butcher is growing troublesome.”

“An ungrateful dog !” exclaimed Mr. Grainger. “ Seven years and more have we been good customers to him, and paid him weekly! What does the fellow mean?"

“ Adam, don't be cross; that will not mend matters : we must put ourselves in their places before we blame them. It is six months-eight nearly-since they have received any money, and they know you are no longer in the insurance-office. I wonder they have given us credit so long as this. I have been wishing-if you have no objection—to discharge two of the servants. We can do


well with the others.” “ Margaret, you will drive me mad! What in the world is the good of taking the gloomy view of things ? To talk in this way, is to dispirit

, one for everything. It cannot be long, now, before we have returns : the ore is in the mines and must be made to realise. We shall soon have money."

“ So we have thought this six months,” she ventured to say, 66 and it does not come. By discharging two of the servants, we should lessen expenses so far. It will be better to do it.”

“ Yes! and to stop our credit at once by letting it be known in the neighbourhood that we are compelled to curtail our establishment! You cannot see an inch beyond your nose, Margaret !"

Mrs. Grainger thought she could see much further, but did not contest the point. “They

They are asking for their wages,” she said. They must wait,” was his authoritative answer.

“And there is something else being asked for. Though really, Adam, I cannot bear to speak of these things, you take me up so sharply."

“ Not you, Margaret,” he said, in a softer tone ; “ but these stupid people vex me with their fears. What is it that is being asked for ?"

* The rent,” she said, in a low tone. 66 The rent!

What, old Barker ?” “ He called when you were gone to the City yesterday. He said he . was sorry to be pressing, but he feared you had got into a mess that you would not readily get out of, and of course he must look to his own interest. He spoke civilly.”

“ Civilly you call it ?" foamed Mr. Grainger. What did he say, that I was got into a mess ?"

“Mess or mesh : I did not rightly hear, and did not ask him. I don't think he will wait much longer, Adam. Three quarters are owing now."

“ The insolent old wretch! Afraid of three quarters of a year's rent! from me! The thief must have taken leave of his senses.

Adam, I do not think you see things quite in their right light. If we were as we used to be, people would not mind waiting years for their money; wait, and never ask for it. But it is the fact of your not doing anything just now, of your not being in a way of making money, that alarms them. If

“ I won't talk with you any longer," impatiently interrupted Mr. Grainger; “you are as senseless as they are. Not in any way of

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making money, when you know that the mining operations are going on, and that thousands must be on their way to us! I am astonished at you, Margaret.”

He flung out of the room as he spoke, encountering one of the servants outside. “ Mr. Little has called, sir,” she said. “ He is in the dining-room.”

“ Little! Oh, that's right; the very man I should like to see. So you

have returned ?” he exclaimed, shaking hands with his guest. 66 Came


last night.” “ And how go on things in Cornwall ?”

“ Well—slower than we should like to see them,” hesitated Mr. Little. “ The fact is, there has been more trouble getting these mines in working order than any of us anticipated. Things looked so promising at first."

you mean to say they don't look promising now?” wrathfully demanded Mr. Grainger.

“ They are as promising as ever. But the difficulty is to realise the promises. We are at a standstill for want of money."

“ Not a complete standstill ?” “ I am sorry to say we are.' 66 Childe must advance it."

“ Childe won't. I have just been to him, and he flew in a regular passion, says he washes his hands of the lot, and wished the mines had been in a certain hot place before he had ever heard of them. But I caught a whisper, down at Trebeddon, that Childe had been burning his fingers with some other speculation, and had not got the money to ad

I firmly believe it is so." “Colonel Hartlebury ?" “ He is cleaned out. Down to his half-pay.”

Mr. Grainger sat and drummed on the table. “How much is wanted now ?” he asked. “ About two thousand pounds, we computeWhy it was two thousand pounds three months ago,


have had double that since !" interrupted Mr. Grainger.

“ It was that influx of water that played the deuce with us. now believe, and with reason, that two thousand would bring the ore into the market. Of course every step has advanced us nearer to it?”

- What is to be done?”
“ Can't you give us a little more help, Mr. Grainger ?”
“ You may as well ask this table for help as me.

Those bills you got me to sign, and raise money upon, will soon be due, and I don't possess a brass farthing towards meeting them. It is a good thing Mrs. Grainger knows nothing about them; they would worry her mind night and day."

“We are all in the same predicament,” cried Little.
“No you are not,” was the quick response of Mr. Grainger.


you got bills out.' “If we don't get the ore into the market speedily, it will play Old Gooseberry with us all.”

“We must get it in, Little.” “I know we must. But I don't see how it's to be done, unless money

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can be found. There's not five hundred pounds among us, for available purposes."

“ Have you seen Green ?”!

"No. I am going to call upon him when I go back to the City. He can do nothing:

“I'll go with you,” said Mr. Grainger. 66 We must stir heaven and earth about this. It would be desperation for it to fail now.".

“ And a debtor's gaol and the Bankruptcy Court after it,” spluttered Little.

Adam Grainger's face flushed hot, and he passed his handkerchief over it. It grew hotter and hotter.

“Better set on and hang ourselves than stand that,” added Little, as they went out.

Does anybody remember two remarkable plates in the book of “ Martin Chuzzlewit P” The wondrous city of Eden as it appeared in print,

? and the wondrous city of Eden as it proved in reality. Does he remember Martin's rapture, his uplifted hands and eyes when reverently contemplating the public buildings in the picture ; his indignation at Mark Tapley's somewhat suspicious remark, “ Perhaps they growed spontanous? Just what that flourishing city of Eden, in print, was to the enraptured mind of Martin Chuzzlewit, had the Great Trebeddon mining scheme been to Adam Grainger; and just what the city proved to be when the two expectant travellers reached it—a feverish swamp, a wild ruin-had the Great Trebeddon Mines faded to now. But did even this effect the cure, and serve to open


of Mr. Grainger? Not it. Not yet. If he had had ten thousand pounds at his command, he would still have thrown it into the yawning gulf. But he had not the ten thousand; no, nor ten pounds.

Need the reader be told the sequel ? "The Great Trebeddon Mines proved a failure. Whether from want of copper and tin, or from want of capital to disembowel them, is of no consequence here; they failed, and ruin overtook many who had connected themselves with them. The most perfect ruin fell upon Adam Grainger. Christmas was allowed to pass, and then all the ill came rushing on at once. The bills he had accepted became due, and he was sued upon them; the report of the failure of the mines flew about far and wide; the landlord paid him a visit in the peculiar fashion loved by landlords, and all the tradespeople came down

upon him together. And soon, worse than all, Mrs. Grainger had to battle out her trials alone, as she best could, for her husband was taken to cool his ardour inside the walls of the Queen's Bench prison. He had better have kept to his twelve hundred a year!

And so that was the ending of the Great Trebeddon Mines, and of the happiness and prosperity of Adam Grainger and his home. If some who read this would but take warning for themselves! There are a few such schemes agate now.



SITTING, one evening, after a sultry day's ride, in a garden at Kauzerun, between Bushire and Shiraz, an elderly-looking native introduced himself to us by uttering a few broken sentences in English with that peculiar guttural twang which is better known than easily described, and which is sometimes assumed by those who unite moral to physical intrepidity, a warm heart in a rough husk-mens sana in corpore sano.

Such was Sir John Malcolm, to be able to mimic whom our Persian friend thought to be quite sufficient to warrant his introducing himself to any Englishman. His was just the character to be admired by the timid, wily, obsequious Persian. Sir R. K. Porter says of him, in his “ Travels:” “ It was delightful to me to begin a journey so tracked; for everywhere that I went in the empire where his mission had led him, still I found his remembrance in the hearts of the inhabitants. In many of the villages the people date their marriages or the births of their children from the epoch of his visit amongst them; for wherever he appeared his goodness left some trace of himself

, and the peasants often said to me, that if the rocks and trees had suddenly the power

of speech, their first word would be “Malcolm.'

Malcolm was characterised by fearlessness of heart and activity of body as a boy. The Westerkirk schoolmaster used to declare, whatever wild pranks were committed, that “ Jock was at the bottom of them.” When about to take his departure, as the old nurse was combing his hair, she said to him, “Now, Jock, my mon, be sure when you're awa' ye kaim your head and keep your face clean; if ye dinna, ye'll just

' be sent hame agen.” “ Tut, woman,” was the answer, “ye’re aye se feard ; ye'll see if I were awa'amang strangers, I'll just do weel aneugh.” Again, when introduced to the board of directors at the India House, to receive his commission, at that time a little fellow only twelve years old, one of the board said to him, tauntingly, “Why, my little man, what would

do if
you were to meet Hyder Ali?"

“ Do, sir," said the young aspirant, in prompt reply, “I would out with my sword and cut off his head." “ You will do," was the rejoinder; “let him pass.”

Once launched in the service, young Malcolm made friends of all who came in contact with him by his frank, open manners,


sunny temper, and his genial, playful spirit. His first service was to receive Hyder Ali's prisoners under Sir Thomas (then Major) Dallas's escort, with two companies of Sepoys. “When the detachment met the prisoner's escort, a bright-faced, healthy English boy was seen by the latter riding up to them on a rough pony. Dallas asked him after his commanding officer. 'I am the commanding officer,' said young Malcolm. Amid something of pride on one side and amusement on the other, a friendship was formed

* The Life and Correspondence of Major-General Sir John Malcolm, G.C.B., late Envoy to Persia and Governor of Bombay. By John William Kaye. Two Vols. London: Smith, Elder, and Co.

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