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Hyde Park; I then spoke to you of the unfortu- , visible from that window. I did not wish to disnate result of an early intrigue—of my child turb his reveries ; so, holding the door half-open Laura, born in bitterness, reared in sorrow. It is in my hand I awaited his return from dream-land, of her that I would speak to-night. It is enough to the business of the day. As I entered, lie was for my present purpose to tell you that £4,000 is singing to himself, in a low, sweet voice, some now at my command-how obtained matters not- snatches of an old, half-forgotten song. The words it is my own-moreover, I expect to receive more are poor Motherwell's; their mournful music, reniin a short time as my share of the proceeds of a dered more sad from association of idea, has haunted speculation"-I gazed into his eyes steadily as he me long :said this; he could not meet my gaze; low changed in a few short years had the open-hearted
When I beneath the cold, cold earth am sleeping,
Life's fever o'er, ingenuous Aubrey become. He continued, "I
Will there for me be any bright eye weeping have now no friend on earth save you—I wish to
That I'm no more? invest that money for the benefit of my poor Will there be any heart still memory keepiag child; life is uncertain ; mine, I fancy, especially
Of heretofore? so, when I consider my ruined health, my blighted
When the great winds through leafless forests rushing prospects, and my fearful daily existence. I am
Sad music make, unable to undertake the care of my child's educa- When the swollen streams o'er crag and gally gushing tion ; will you relieve the anxiety of a wretched
Like full hearts break, father, who, with all his faults and wordliness, has
Will any then, whom heart despair is crushing,
Mourn for my sake ? one pure corner lest in his hopeless heart for her ; will you watch over your old friend's child ?" Aubrey had a fine voice-he sang at all times
It was a strange request, a request I might with with taste and feeling; but I never heard anything propriety have re-considered and resused; never- sung with such pathos as these zad, simple lines; theless, whether a power of saying "no" is spa- the whole sadness of the speaker's lost heart ringly granted to me, I know not, but I gave the seemed reflected in the quiet sadness of the song. required promise. The man was deeply affected. A strang: moral anomaly was this man-now with He had spoken truth ; one sound corner was still feeling pure and refined as innocence itself, if I left in his heart's core. “Thank God! I bave might judge from the mere evidence of words, and still a friend,” said he, as he wrung my hand now, with the cold-blooded cynicism of sixty hard, “my poor little child would, but for you, grafted on the heart of eight-and-twenty. Perhave led a dreary life were I suddenly taken from chance I thought aloud then, for he started and her and this cold world. Scandal has, of course, confronted me with a forced smile, cold and cheermade your ears familiar with my name in connexion less as the sun on a wintry day. with that of Adele de St. Croix. Her bitter temper “It is time that I should begone—my horse is and exigeante jealousy have long ago taught me but a sorry beast. I will never forget the promise that the day whereon I first met her should for of last night, nor the kind heart that gave it. evermore be marked with a black stone' in the Should we never meet again, think kindly of poor reckoning of my life. I could not bring up Laura Aubrey, as of one, after all, 'more sinned against under the same roof with Adele. It is my wish than sivning.' that you find out some clergyman's family, where He vaulted into the saddle, grasped my hand, she can reside and be well educated. Do you struck his spurs into the wretched hack he be. know any such family ?” I mentioned the name strode, and in a few minutes the click-clack-clack of a clergyman known to Aubrey and myself when of his horse's heels told me that he had gained we were schoolboys, and who had recently married the high road, and that I was once more alone. and settled down near me. If he would under- | After he was gone, I had ample time for reflectiou take the charge, I need not to tell hin the real on the character of the man, and the promise I name or the circumstances attending the birth of had somewhat incautiously made him. I trace little Laura. The proposal pleased Aubrey, and the ills of Aubrey's life to selfiishness, and also to he agreed to give me a definite answer on his re- self-ignorance. To selfishness he sacrificed the turn to town. The old housekeeper's voice in the virtue of Laura's mother, and to selfishness he corridor reminded us that we had sat up all night, sacrificed Adele de St. Croix, persuading himself all and, as Aubrey wished to preserve his incognito, the while that love had wrought their sin. “We and to reach a neighbouring town, where he said may complain of Providence, and we may complain a man awaited him on urgent business, before of men,” says Mason, in his “Treatise on Selfnoon, I went to the stable, brought his horse Knowledge," "but the fault, if we examine it, round, tied the bridle to a laurel bush, and softly will be commonly found to be our own. walked across the hall to the library. As I opened prudence, which arises from self-ignorance, either the door I saw he had risen from his chair, had brings our troubles upon us or increases them." unbarred the shutters, and was standing with his That these observations are true we must all own back half turned to me, gazing out on the clear, to our hearts. As to the promise I had made cold, bright morning, and his own old ancestral him ; I had undertaken the charge of his child till manor house, which is a few miles from here, and I could resign her and the money mentioned to
the trust of the clergyman I had thought of as a It opened, and Aubrey peered through at us—the fit person to be little Laura's guardian. A short bolts were withdrawn, and we entered. After time after Aubrey left me, I received a letter from apologising for his absence from the place appointed him, saying that he was utterly weary of his and expressing no little surprise that Adele , ad London life, that he had more than once heard me been so much behind her time, he usheredh mention a friend of mine who had emigrated to into a room wherein, pipe in mouth, sat one of the California, and was then doing well-that, as for most repulsive specimens of humanity I have ever himself, he thought he could do nothing better than yet encountered. Addressing the said ill-favoured emigrate with his little capital, if I would give him individual as “ Jack," Aubrey requested his absence an introduction to my friend, who had settled down —and that worthy gentleman, having knocked out as a merchant in San Francisco, and then he the ashes of a short black pipe upon the Turkey saw no reason why he might not become eventu- carpet and drained a steaming glass of strong ally a better and a happier man. In the same waters, grunted forth a surly “All right," and letter he expressed a hope that I would come up made his exit. My host, seeing I had evinced no to London the following day, and meet him at small surprise and disgust at the presence of Jack half-past ten o'clock the following night at the -I forget the rufian's patronymic--explained Duke of York's column, as he wished to arrange that "Jack" was a man with whom he had business something definite touching Laura, and some little "a money-lender--a low fellow-but, after all, money be intended to settle on Madame de St. harmless enough,” &c. I did not believe him—it Croix. I kept the appointment as wished. Half- only needed the evidence of Jack's hang-dog phy. past ten o'clock found me pacing up and down the siognomy to warrant a hastily-formed theory that pavement at the foot of the column raised to the this worthy was a person, in the expressive vernamemory of a man eminent only because of Royalcular of Whitechapel, “ready for anything from blood. Eleven came, but no Aubrey ;-as the pitch and toss' to manslaughter.” night was fine and I had nothing better to do What passed between my host and myself can than stroll up and down with a cigar in my month, have little interest for my reader.
Our private I did not much care. The neighbouring clocks conversation, till á sumptuous supper was brought struck twelve, when I saw a cab stop opposite in, turned solely on the disposal of some money the Athenæum Club, and a lady leap lightly there which had recently come into his possession, from. She walked straight to the place where I part of which he wished to invest in the joint stood—stopped short within a few yards of the co- bebalf of his child Laura and Adele de St. Croix. lumn, approached me, and seeing I gave no sign of Adele entered the room quietly, and took her seat recognition, her veil being closely down, walked at the supper-table. I observed that, while Aubrey slowly back to the cab. Thinking that she was drank more wine than I had ever seen him drink one of that unfortunate class “ who only smile before at a sitting, she touched nothing, and seemed beneath the gas," as Mrs. Browning says, I impatient for the removal of the cloth. walked briskly past her, and, in so doing, the glare Hot water, spirits, and tumblers were brought of a lamp fell full upon my face, and the nnknown in by Aubrey's sole servant, the valet I remembered said in a low voice
to have seen in the Albany Chambers, and once “Mr. S-"
more, over our cigars, we talked over old times. “ Madame de St. Croix ?”
Aubrey, to my surprise, imbibed far more alcohol The recognition was complete; she had come than was prudent, and the effects thereof were soon to keep the appointment in lieu of Aubrey. Hav. manifest in his glazing eye and husky voice. I ing explained to me that he was detained by ur- was disgusted and shocked, and was about to take gent business, but that I was to proceed with her my leave when he rang the bell and directed the to him, and having apologised for her tardy arrival | valet to prepare a bed for me, as I should sleep at our rendezvous, she entered the cab. I followed, there. I expressed dissent from the arrangement, and, in reply to the cabman's query “Where to, when he, reminding me of my promise touching sir ?" she said, “St. John's Wood, and quickly!” his child, said it was necessary for the right fulfil
My curiosity was piqued. What could this ment of that promise that we should have the next strange midnight meeting mean? Why had not morning to ourselves. I offered no further objecAubrey kept the appointment, and wby bad he tion, and he went on talking in a wild strain of his sent Madame de St. Crois, to whom the meeting past life. must have been painful, in his stead? I found Adele said nothing-sat still with statue-like that lady in no way inclined to solve my doubts. tranquillity; but I could see her thin lips quiver, During the whole drive she spoke not a word; but and her cheek grew more pale as bitter words fell I could see through her veil, as ever and anon the on her ear, as he went on in the old strain, comlamps flashed in upon us, that her features were plaining of his wasted life and the weakness of his working almost convulsively. At last she pulled past love for a woman like Adele-instituting, at the check-string violently, and the cab stopped at the same time, a comparison between her and a South Bank. We alighted, and walked briskly on certain fair frailty of the Opera House, by no till she stopped at a small villa standing in its own means favourable to the former. I know not if I grounds. She gave a low tap at a barred wicket. I had exceeded my usual allowance of wine, but I
felt a fierce impulse urging me to rise from my right-handed hit from the shoulder full on the face of chair and fell the reprobate to the ground. But the other, calling to my mind Aubrey's schoolboy he had roused the fiery blood of the Frenchwoman contests with the townsmen ; the man dropped as to fury; her dark eyes glowed like live coals—her though he had been shot, and Aubrey, thrusting fine form seemed to dilate, as, in her broken Eng- the other from his path, laid his hands on the wall, lish, she hissed through her clenched teeth -- and was in an instant on the other side. “
“Scoundrel! liar! Give me back my past! member your promise, S- ,," shouted be, and Give me back the peace which now seems strange soon the sound of retreating footsteps told me to me! Recompense me, if you can, for the lonely that my quondam friend, the felon, the forger, had nights here spent by me in this accursed house in escaped the hands of tardy justice. I re-entered watching for your return from your evil haunts, the supper room, where Jack lay bound hand and for the bitter days spent in pacing up and down foot upon the floor with two policemen and Adele yonder wretched slip of a garden in maddening at his side. The ruffian said not a word till, seeing thoughts of what I might have been but for my that the policemen's attention was somewhat drawn hapless union with St. Croix-what I still might off by my re-appearance on the scene of action, he be but for you—and what I am now—an abject, contrived, by a desperate effort, to release one of dreary-hearted thing, that men scorn and women his hands, and, drawing from a side pocket a pistol point at. And all this for you, Edmund Aubrey (which had been incautiously suffered to remain —for you, forger, swindler, liar, and utter villain there) he presented it at Adele, took deliberate that you are!”
aim, and fired, exclaiming, “Edmund Aubrey, you Had the roof fallen in I could not have been are well revenged.” As the smoke cleared away more shocked. The man I had called my friend I saw the two policemen gazing on poor Adele in -the old schoolfellow I had once loved-was then stupid astonishment; she had fallen with a low nothing better than a felon and a companion of moan upon the floor; but, fortunately, the bullet felons, of whom the ruffian "Jack" was doubtless had only grazed her right temple, so that she was
I expected to see Aubrey start to his feet, simply stunned. To throw myself upon the deny the accusation with trembling lips, or strike assassin Jack and secure his arm, was the work of his paramour to the dust. No such thing. Au- an instant. I then volunteered to go for a surgeon, brey was not at any time given to such exhibitions. but the policemen would in nowise hear of any A hateful sneer curled his lip for a moment as he such thing. I should not stir from the house, said calmly watched the smoke rising from the end of they. I called for Aubrey's valet, but he too had his cigar ere he said
fled. The policeman Aubrey bad knocked down “ I cry you mercy, ma chere, you are not your in the garden went for a surgeon, who pronounced self to-night. This scene is fit only for penny Adele's wound a mere contusion, and left theatres and injured innocence at a salary of ten instructions that she should go to bed and remain shillings a-week. Let us have no more of this.” tliere till he returned. By this tine Adele had
She looked at him for a moment with hate in recovered her senses, and in a short time was able her eye, and left the room. In a few minutes she to proceed upstairs to bed, but not before she had returned, and, apologising to me for the scene re explained that I was in nowise implicated in cently enacted, remarked that the room was over- Aubrey's guilt, and that I had only the day before heated, and that she would open the window (which come up from shire, to see him by bis opened down to the lawn). She threw up the request. Reader, you can easily imagine my sash, clapped her hands, and there stood on the position was by no means enviable; the companion lawn, preparing to enter the room, two men. a few hours before of a felon, I was, in spite of
“What means this ?” asked Aubrey, now com. Adele's assertion, looked upon as little better pletely sobered, as Adele, pointing at him with myself. I must go before a magistrate. I did; and outstretched finger, yelled rather than said — the result was that I was instantly discharged, but
" Aye—there stands Edmund Aubrey, Arthur bound over as a witness for the prosecutiou of Marshall, Edmund Stanley, and a hundred aliases Jack at the Central Criminal Court." That worthy beside : take him, if ye be men !"
was indicted for forgery and attempted murder, “Woman,” said Aubrey, as he stood with arms was found guilty, and after a long harangue from folded, gazing in stern defiance on the policemen, the Judge who tried the case, to which the "you have betrayed me, but my time has not yet hardened ruffian vouchsafed the sole remark that come.” Then rushing with a bound to the door, he wished he had taken better aim, was sentenced he gained the hall, and was then confronted by a to transportation beyond the seas for the term of policeman, who was struggling with the amiable his natural life. “ Jack.” Striking the officer one heavy blow on Little more remains to be told of Adele de St. the face, he shouted, “ Jack, save yourself !” and Croix. The second sum of money that Aubrey leaped down the door steps into the garden, when placed in my hands for her and Laura's benefit he met two more policemen. I ran to the door, proving to be the proceeds of a forgery, was by me and there saw Aubrey, by the light of the moon banded to the police. The first sum which he shining through the trees, make a feint at the head mentioned to me, during his brief nocturnal visit of one of his assailants, and then follow it up by a l in -shire, I could not trace to his original
possession thereof. I therefore executed his ori- | few precious moments in watching the clouds ginal intention of settling it on Laura, with a float overhead. Who knows what may have been small portion reserved in favour of Adele. The that stern, defiant culprit's thoughts in that last latter, however, strenuously refused to touch one terrible hour ? penny of the money of the man she had betrayed ; Perchance his mind wandered , back over his so I handed over the entire sum to the clergyman wasted past, his golden opportunities, and perverted who is Laura's guardian for her maintenance. talents; the death of the girl he had wiled from Adele returned to France, and there, accidentally home to be a mother and not a wife; of Adele St. meeting the Lady Superior of the convent within Croix, of her murdered husband, of her love whose walls she had spent her early girlhood as a wasted on a life like his, of her bitter revenge ; novice, took the black veil, and for ever renounced of his child, little Laura, who would in a few brief the world for the silence of the cell, where she moments be fatherless. now wears out the remainder of her life.
My friend pressed through the throng, and obtained permission to speak to the culprit from
his self-constituted judges and executioners. I received a letter from Aubrey two years after Aubrey started when he saw the friend of his this
, telling me that he bad availed himself of my only friend" (as be once called me), and asked introduction to my Californian friend, and was why he had come to him at such a time. “I living in San Francisco-how, he never mentioned. wish,” said he, “to know if I can fulfil any last reHe thanked me for all I had promised to do, and quest.” “I have nothing," said Aubrey, “ to reall I had done he doubted not ; expressed little or quest, but that you will take from my neck a no regret for his crimes, save their result, and miniature, and send it, when I am dead, to sended the letter as usual-"Your affectionate It is the picture of the mother of my
the friend, Edmund Aubrey.” Of course I could never light hair at its back is hers, and the dark the again communicate with such a man ; neverthe-child's—you will do this ?" said he, as calmly as less
, I heard of him from my Californian friend, who though he were talking on any indifferent subject. said that Aubrey was sinking lower in the social 'I will,” said my friend. Aubrey moved his scale day by day. I heard once more of him, and fettered hands in his direction. He grasped them, for the last time, from the same source. As I saying in a low tone, “ The Lord have mercy upon have not my friend's letter near me just now, I your soul !" will give you the purport of it in my own words. The sun sank down behind the horizon; the I gathered from that letter that Aubrey, who had mob grew impatient; the signal was given, and a been living by gambling and all kinds of rascality living soul fled from its tenement of clay, conin San Francisco, had made the acquaintance of vulsed in the last fierce death-agony, swaying to some man as clever and as worthless as himself; and fro from a blackened beam projecting from a that those two worthy colleagues had started a reeking tavern window. So Edmund Aubrey gambling-house on their own account; that his went to his great account, and was soon forfriend had cheated Aubrey of every shilling he gotten by the restless world — long ere the possessed, and that Aubrey had deliberately, but miniature entrusted to H-'s care reached me. unsuccessfully, attempted to assassinate his ci- But never can I forget the sad story of that poor devant partner in the streets of San Francisco. cast-away; for there lie the letters of my “affecA mob seized Aubrey, and soon "Judge Lynch ! tionate friend,” the brilliant, bright-eyed schoolJudge Lynch !" was passed from mouth to mouth. boy, the dissipated, witty youth, the lost man, the California was more lawless, if possible, then than reckless rouè, the seducer, the duellist, the forger, now; in those days “the wild justice of revenge" the escaped felon, the banned emigrant, the keenwas manifested by frequent exhibitions of writhing witted chevalier d'industrie, the would-be murmalefactors, taken flagrante delicto, tried, and exe- derer of his partner in guilt, the defiant prisoner ; cuted in a space of time inconceivably small to and, lastly, the writhing corpse dangling in the our old-fashioned English notions. In the midst wind from a gibbet, amidst the roar of the offof a mob clamouring for his blood stood Aubrey, scourings of the earth, assembled to mock his undaunted to the last- as my friend told me
in that alien land. glaring at his captors, like a tiger at bay. The I sent the miniature to Laura, who wears it son was slowly sinking behind the horizon-he attached to a chain of her dead mother's hair was to die at sun-down, and he was now standing round her neck, and we have told her that her under a hastily erected gibbet, wasting his last ' father died abroad.
Ballads by Bon Gaultier's Grandsons
Be only but successful—the secret how to be,
By no means rests on merit, but innate effrontery;
Be only but successful, and only gain a name –
road to fame.
By HENRY WANDSWORTH ODDIELLOW,
Rem, sir, quocunque modo rem ! for if thou hast the “ tin," Worthy judge! thou wert mistaken,
"Twill silver o'er the little flaws that show the dross within ; Rascals oft escape the crank ;
Give guineas unto charities speak sweetly of the poorRascals oft preserve their bacon
Then, hie thee to thy vestry-hall, and grind their faces more! Nota bene, British Bank.
Oh, youth—if such my reader belive only for thyself; Money earn! So that thou earnest,
There's not a wiser man than thou, no nobler thing than Baron Martin's words are fudge ;
pelf; Thief thou art— to “ quod” returnest
The golden rule I thas reverse-experience proves me tme: Was but spoken by a judge!
Learn thou to “ do” thy neighbour, as thy neighbour thee
Love not-or but a little--for love hath little worth,
Save marketable value, on our humbug-loving earth ;
Waste not good time (if jilted) on sentiment and sighs,
Bat turn thee to thy ledgers, and be merry and be wise !
Go through the world with one idea, and in its shadow rest :
“Of all my mother's children I love myself the best." Sign-posts that perchance another,
Like some-love none-hate none-and strive to all to Bre he cross th’ Australian main,
Do well unto thyself, and well the world shall speak of thee.
Man has no friend; acquaintances are useful in their way-
To put their name upon your bill, and, when it's due, to pay. Fear not then bold X's rattle,
Friendship’s a myth—go, roam the world, and take each But-settle thousands on thy wife.
'Tis dying 'neath boy's jacket blae-lies dead 'neath mana Agar-like, be always “ doing,"
Believe in God, and go to church--that people there may see
Thou art a true believer in a true divinity;
slate ! A SONG OF LIFE.—No. II.
Be honest to the letter—whate'er thy spirit be ; WHAT THE HEART OF THE WORLDLING SAID TO THE Make not a loan ’neath six per cent., with good security. YANKEE.
Be courteous in refusing--for then the world will own For as long as thou doest well unto thyself men shall speak
Politeness in refusal —-though a friend should ask the loan well of thee.
Eat, drink the best, and, should'st thou wed, bring up thy We've heard of “Hiawatha" and fair“ Evangeline,"
children well; “ The Psalm of Life” of Longfellow too long admired hath
Send them to school-but, ere they go, thine own experience
tell; So, 'midst the tumult of Cockaigne, this town with poets Teach them the great life-lesson thy cold heart deemeth rife,
true : Hath sent a bard to sing to thee this earnest “ Psalm of " Learn thou to do thy neighbour, as thy neighbonr thee Life.”
will do !!”