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night and read till my head nods over the book, and get, in their own quiet Homes, the petty annoyI fall asleep too, and then I wake up, and it is ances inseparable from the lot of a student in a time to go a-field with father.”

cottage, with the coarse necessitics and coarser A benevolent smile played over the Rector's face associations of daily life blighting the fair blosas he banded back Shakspeare to the boy, and soms of the young mind--they thiuk nothing of murmured to himself, in old Hesiod's crabbed poverty, or the enforced society of uncongenial Greek—which, for the benefit of my fair readers, spirits to whom a book is a thing to be looked I will Anglicise.—" the beginning is half the at, and a reader a man to be laughed at. Now whole," ere he cantered home across the fields, Bartram experienced all these things in his father's with his head full of generous intentions towards cottage, where he lived with his father and mothe Foung seeker after knowledge. Many plans ther, when their daily bread was always hardly presented themselves—he would send the boy to earned, and sometimes the demand greatly exceeded à neighbouring grammar school—but then the the supply. Bnt I fear I am wearying you with other boys, knowing young Bartram's parentage, all these details ; nevertheless I would not wilwould look down on the Rector's protégè—then lingly have omitted one of them, because they are again, he would himself educate him in his own necessary to your right comprehension of my house, and adopt him, for he had no children - young hero's character. but then the village folk would be jealous of old For the sake of your patience and my writingGiles Bartram's son being in such high favour with paper, let us imagine that Edward Bartram is the parson,-or he could well devote a few hours 110w seventeen— that by this time he has acquired every night to the boy's education, which last a sound knowledge of English generally-the rųplan could offend nobody, and would test bis pu- diments of Latin and Greek, an average amount pil's inclinations and abilities satisfactorily. So of useful knowledge, picked up from occasional thought, so did, the Rector. The boy accepted perusals of the Rector's huge encyclopedias, and the kind offer with tears of gratitude in his bright yet a ploughboy still ; that a neighbouring squire eyes, and in a short time surpassed his patron's who, from having been a younger son and a Felbigbest expectations. Earnest, quick of percep- low of a College, had, at an advanced age, by the tion, lovingly seeking after knowledge, this boy death of his elder brother, dropped into the family Fould, after a long day's field-work, spend the honours and a snug estate near K-, having evening in battling with dry technicalities, and occasionally seen Bartram reading with his, the then, leaving the Rectory, go home to sit up half squire's, old college friend, Mr. Massey, had taken the night by the light of his farthing candle, going a great liking to the young plouglıboy, and proover the old ground once more, till all he bad read posed to educate him at his own expense at a was impressed on his heart and brain indelibly, neighbouring school, under the auspices of a distill he would fall asleep, worn out by the liard ma- tant relative of his own, till such time as he should nual labour of the day, and the harder mental be fit to go to college, and there achieve for himexertion of the night, to dream of noun, par- self a position better suited to him than that of ticiple, and verb, and a future day when, as Hope a day-labourer in an obscure village. To that whispered to the dreamer, he would reap the re- school accordingly he went--not exactly as a ward of his toil. Edward Bartram was the only schoolboy--but as a parlour-boarder, in order son of a cottager who in no respect differed from that, living with the head master's family, le any other cottager of that time. Villages in might rub off some of the rust of a village life. those days were darker abodes of ignorance and There he remained two years—at the expiration prejudice than now; books were to most of their of which time Dr. Miles pronounced him eligible inhabitants unvalued and unknown; content to for either University. But this was hardly in wear away their lives in mere physical activity, accordance with his views; he did not wish their souls-poor, worthy, stupid folk-passed to be longer dependent on the bounty of his to the God that gave them in what a popular friends—the world was all before him--and alwriter well calls “their original state of white though a college life was, to his ideas, most desirpaper," with few impressions thereon ; with few able, he could not, with any right feeling of selfadvantages, few teinptations, few opportunities for respect, tax his patron's purse farther. He would good or evil, they were well content in the night go to London, and there take any reputable en. of their intellect to dream out their threescore ployment that offered itself; he would thus, argued years and ten in placid dullness, and then slumber he against the Rector's objections, gain that expeunder grassy mounds in the churchyard. Such a rience and self-reliance which he could not possibly state was not well adapted for the promotion of acquire in K To London, therefore, backed the Rev. George Massey's views regarding young by a good rouleau of notes in his pocket, went Bartram ; nevertheless that boy surmounted all | Bartrain ; one winter's evening saw him mounting those difficulties by toil. Those students, who | the roof of the London coach amidst a perfect from their earliest years bave been almost dans volley of good wishes from bis friends, as the dled on the knee of knowledge, can hardly ima- guard blew his horn, and the four gallant greys gine the manifold impediments that strew the path dashed off along the moonlit road, where the good of boys situated like young Bartram. They for- Rector and his wife, with fervent prayers for Bar

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tram’s welfare, stood listening awhile to the echoes, the air” out of any materials that his hopeful heart of the merry horn till the sound of the wheels presented to his fancy. was lost in the distance, and Bartram was so much The next morning, the two new friends parted, the nearer to London. I have little to say of exchanging mutual good wishes, and hopes soon to his journey thither, save that on the roof of meet again ; and Lyle went to his pupils and the coach he had for a companion a young Oxo. Herodotus in Portman-square, and Bartram was nian, with whom he speedily fell into pleasant alone in London, a solitary among its thousands. chat. Both were young and clever men, with He took cheap lodgings in Bloomsbury, and for a kindred views, both were going from one county few days devoted his mornings to sight seeing, to one place, London, and young men on the out- returning every evening to his quiet room and side of a coach on a cold night are disposed to be books, to work on steadily as of old. One day, sociable, if only for the sake of enlivening their while skimming a newspaper, he saw an advertisejourney by the sound of each other's voices. Itment for an assistant in a school some twenty is a common ground of complaint with foreigners miles from London, where the requirements were that we Englishmen are cold and formal to a small, and the salary offered still smaller. But, as painful degree; nevertheless, the Oxonian, Charles “comfortable home” was offered, he answered Lyle, and the ci derant plouglıboy, Edward Bar- the advertisement, and in a week's time took op tram, fell as naturally into confidential converse his abode with the Rev. Silas Barnes, of Lauresas though they had been the tried friends of a tinus Academy, as assistant master and instructor life-tine, instead of acquaintances of two hours of the four and twenty respectable young gentlestanding. Imprudently, as a man of the world men who, as per prospectus, were boarded, lodged, would haply say, or, with frank“ bad taste," as and instructed in classics, mathematics, geography, people who know of no other law, and so attempt with use of globes, French, and—but I dont want to gauge hearts and motives, as an exciseman to go into the tedious list of extras, all for the gauges ale firkins, by one fixed rule of their remarkably low figure of £20 per annum, and own, would

phrase it, Bartram told Lyle no vacations, unless desired. I have befcre the history of his early struggles so artlessly and my mind's eye at present just such another boy. forcibly that, at the conclusion of the story, the purgatory—many of my readers can doubtless fill latter grasped his new friend's hand in admiration, up any hiatus occasioned by my bad descriptionand thence began a cordial friendship which lasted a painfully neat red brick house, with its fine yew their whole lives long. Charles Lyle, whose home trees clipped by an ingenious gardener into imawas some thirty miles from Bartram's native vil. ginary peacocks with impossible tails, with its lage, was just then returning to London, where he four and twenty little miniatures of boy-gardens, had an engagement as resident tutor to the fa- where nothing was ever grown but box border and mily of a banker residing in Portman,square, and mustard and cress, in ingeniously sown initials of on hearing Bartram express a wish, if he were the fortunate proprietor; and the tall iron-gate, only qualified, to do something of the kind, he painted a dead white, giving the house at first recommended him first, by way of preparation, to sight a cold uncomfortable look, which in nowise go for six months as usher in any respectable disappeared on closer acquaintance. Such were school that offered fair remuneration with a chance the externals of Laurestinus Academy—the inof self.improvement, and then, if at the expiration ternal arrangements were less inviting. A dry, of that period he still continued of the same mind, bilious, cold-hearted teacher of youth, as ever boy Lyle doubted not but that he could obtain for him trembled at, was the Rev. Silas Barnes—a meran engagement similar to his own in one of the cenary scholastic quack, who looked upon boys as families on visiting terms with Mr. Farnworth, necessary evils, whereout he managed to extract a the banker aforesaid. And here the lights of the living by weighing their meat, and watering their million peopied city flashed in Bartram's eyes for milk. The scholastic tree of knowledge here was the first time, as Lyle said solemnly, in a low nothing more than the birch ; the beauties of the voice

classics were nothing better, in this pedagogue's “ There lies London—there is your battle-field eyes, than so many examples of Latin grammar, —may God strengthen your hands ! As the hour the poetry of Virgil was solely good, inasinuch as is late, I shall not go to my domicile to-night, it inculcated prosody—the eloquence of Cicero but to an hotel in Covent-Garden, wbither, for only worthy perusal inasmuch as it took the elder this night at least, you had better accompany boys a long time to construe, and so gave


master an opportunity of reading his newspaper in The coach soon rattled over the pavement of peace, while they were bungling over the text. As Piccadilly, and our travellers alighting, called a to the morale the school, that was equal in cab—I should rather say, a hackney-coach-for school phrase to x, or “the unknown quantity;" those were days when the speed and comfort of physical force ruled the roast supreme at Laures“ Hansom's Patent Safety were unattainable- tinus Academy, where the only appeal to the and drove to Covent Garden, where, after a hearty youthful feelings ever made use of was a knocksupper, they went to bed— Lyle to sleep soundly down box on the ears. Into such a wretched den enough, and Bartram to build golden “ castles in of young hearts, crushed by cruelty and soured by


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neglect, had Edward Bartram, with his fresh young as he afterwards said to Lyle, “to dine off one's feeling, and kindly soul, fallen-bitterly did he Cicero to-day, and one's Virgil tomorrow;" yet so repent having answered that advertisement. He it was—he must sell his books or starve. He left could learn nothing worth recollection from Barnes, his lodgings, finding that he could no longer pay and his daily life was one perpetual trial of temper his rent, and removed his few remaining books and repression of strong inclinations to commit an and clothes to a miserable lodging house where, assault on that unmanly little ruffian who, on an with the refuse of society, he slept at night in a average, did not knock down less than three boys miserable little chamber, boarded off by a thin per diem. At last, Nicholas Nickleby-like, he deal partition from his next neighbour in misforcould stand it no longer. Seeing a lean, miserable- tune, in an encrmous room where were congrelooking boy lying half insensible on the floor, gated the poor from birth, the poor from misfor. from a blow given by the Rev. Silas Barnes, be- lune, and the poor from their own vices, -a cause the wretched urchin's memory, as to the motley group, all huddled together, but for the number of barleycorns to an inch, or some such partition I have mentioned, mutually to disgust small boy's stumbling block, failed, he interfered; and annoy each other till morning dawned, and and, receiving blows and insults from that amiable each would sally forth to procure daily bread by instructor of youth, pitched his assailant out of his own devices. And amidst all this misery and the schoolroom window on to a convenient dung. filth, moral and physical, Edward Bartram was a hill, where the little ruffian lay for some minutes in student still. He had a few books left yet, would an agony of apprehension. Of course after this stint himself of food to procure candles, and would he could not longer stay with Barnes ; so, shaking thus spend half every night in study as in a haphands with all the boys, who clustered round him pier time. It was his custom to spend a greater weeping bitterly-from Tomkins, the biggest boy, part of his days, when the weather was fine, in a youth of sixteen, to little Brown, just breeched the parks, where it was summer) he would lie that quarter, he walked to the village inn, engaged down under a tree with Euripides in his band, a fly, and forthwith proceeded to London, with his and soon forget that his coat was well nigh out at all in his pocket and his portmanteau.

elbow, and that he had had no regular dinner for On arriving at his old lodgings he luckily found weeks past, as he pored over the Medea, till his them vacant, at once engaged them, and set bis mind wandered far away from dingy, miserable brain to work as to the possibility of obtaining any London to the classic land, where Medea had suitable employment before his money was gone, lived, loved, sinned, and sorrowed. On such occaand his books sold for bread. Now, though it is sions he always saw an elderly gentleman, who uften said by hard-hearted people, who don't know was in the habit of sitting on a bench facing Baranything about it, that a willing man can always tram’s favourite tree, with a book in his hand, for obtain employment in London, i know better. Let hours together. Meeting daily, they at last began any young man, situated like Bartram, hawk his to bow to each other, and one day the old gentlewits up and down London for a week or two, till man happening to leave bis bouk behind bim upon he finds suitable employment, and I venture to the bench, Bartram run up to him, and restored it predicate that such an one will see many dinner- as the old man was tottering away. A conversaless days and supperless nights, ere he finds that tion ensued, and Bartram was overjoyed to find he so earnestly seeks, unless by some lucky acci- that he had fallen in with a scholar like himself. dent, which does not turn up every day, (except The old gentleman soon elicited from him that he in novels, where merit is always rewarded and vice was a poor scholar in search of employment, and duly punished, to secure a sale,) he drops into a kindly proposed to find him some suited to his competence unawares. True, Bartram while so- taste. journing with Barnes had often heard from Lyle, “I am writing a treatise just now, for which I and his first patron the rector, Mr. Massey, and sball require the assistance of some talented young had written back, in reply to their kind questions, man who is willing to hunt up authorities, quotahopeful letters, in which, poor fellow, he strove tions, &c., for me out of a mass of old literary gallantly, as he best could, to disguise his misery lumber which lies at home in my library. Are by out-lookings into the future, when his path in you competent and willing to do this ?” said old life would be clearer, and he himself something Mr. Tbetter than an obscure usher in a very obscure “I will do my best,” said Bartram, modestly ; school. But, having left Mr. Barnes under such and his best happening to give satisfaction, the old disagreeable circumstances, and not wishing to gentleman not only paid him liberally for his work trouble his friends further, he was aware of the till its completion, but, when his services were no difficulty of obtaining any similar engagement, and longer needed, made him a handsome present beat once resolved to take anything else that offered. side; and so the two parted, and Bartram never But nothing came, and in a short time, having un- saw his friend again. He, indeed, a short fortunately one night had his pocket picked of time after called at Mr. T.'s address, but the old nearly all he possessed, Bartram was starving. gentleman had left, and was gone no one knew Day by day the poor young man would reluctantly where. So once more was poor Bartram well-nigh part with book after book—it was a bitter thing, friendless.

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Walking down Piccadilly a short time alter this, was some years younger, and had spent nearly all he ran against Lyle, much to the surprise of the his lise in India, ---a peited, peevish boy, and as latter, who imagined that Bartram was all this cross-grained an urchin, when Bartram was first time snug at Laurestinus Academy. Having ex- introduced to hini, as ever wore out a tutor's plained to Lyle the circumstances which led to his patience. And now I have introduced you to the unceremonious retreat from that hateful place, Jennings family, it remains for you to continue the Bartram reminded him of his promise that he acquaintance, or not, at your discretion. would endeavour to procure hiin an engagement Bartram soon found out a way for himself to in some family. That promise Lyle fultilled liis young pupil's heart, by a judicious combination speedily to the letter; for one morning, just as of firmness and kindness, and so wrought upon Bartram's hopes were beginning to fail, he received the spoilt child's better nature, that, in a short a note from his old friend, saying that, if he could time, the happy father was never tired from morn. come to Portman-square the next afternoon, he ing to night of praising his son's tutor. And so would then see Mr. Jennings, a rich old nabob, all things went on “swiin mingly," as the phrase who would in all probability engage him as tutor is; Bartram was very comfortable, and Mr. Jento his only son. And so it was. A few days saw nings very kind. But something more than the Bartram domiciled in Harley-street, with Mr. nabob's kindness rendered the tutor's position so Jennings' family, which consisted of his wife, agreeable. While the old gentleman was blandly daughter, and son. I may as well describe them sipping his wine, or smoking his Manilla after seriatim, after the manner of slowmeu and " bappy dinner, Mrs. Jennings and Esther were sitting with family men.”

Bartram in the drawing-rooin, and both in a short I suppose you all know the kind of man an old time, in spite of any class-prejudice they might Anglo-Indian is. This specimen of genus homo is have entertained against him by reason of his low to be met with everywhere in London, as well as birth, &c. (for they had learned, by his own desire, at Cheltenham, Bath, and other fashionable places, his early history from Lyle, before he entered on whither people go to kill ennui, and drench them- his duties as tutor), soon began to like the young selves with unpleasant waters. Rich, choleric, man, whose fresliness of idea and conversational yellow as a guinea, pompous from having all his powers were, on such occasions, always exerted to life an infinity of inferiors to pamper bis


the utmost. whim, prejudiced from having resided too long in Well indeed, to a clever girl like Esther, might a contracted sphere of bis own, Mr. Jennings had the society of a man like Bartram be a desideralua brought home from India four or five lacs of in a house whither few visitors, save prosy nabobs rupees and a liver complaint, in the “good old and their pompous wives and affected daughters, days.” Mrs. Jenniugs was in many respects the or ex-E.I.C's oflicers, came to enliven their host's reverse of her surly lord and master, being an wife and daughter. For Bartram was not only amiable, tender-bearied, loving mother and wife, - clever, but also good-looking—and that is, in spite one of those women whom every one likes without of what people will say, half the battle in such being able to say exactly for what. Then comes Dou't tell me, young lady reader, profes. Esther Jennings, the daughter of the nabob, a sing to love mind and heart before all thingstall, liandsome girl of eighteen. Can I do justice that externals have small power to fetter your to la belle Esther, in a few rough outlines of my fancy for a moment. I know better. As a good

I fear not. I have heard from a very old preface has a wonderful effect on the reader's lady who knew Miss Jennings at that time, that regard for the book before him, so love has no she was as fine a specimen of brunette beauty as finer advertisement than a handsome face. And one can see nowadays for a shilling on the walls of yet how often is affection wasted on fair outside the Society of Arts' Exhibition, in the guise of show, while the honest heart, in rough guise, is bolero-dancing Spanish maidens, who yearly fur- misinterpreted and slighted. But what has all nish subjects for every artist who thinks he knows this to do with . Esther Jennings or Bartram ? how to make a dark eye and a black mantilla Nothing, I suppose ; ouly a reverist bas a right effective on canvass. Very tall, with a figure now and then to recreate his fancy by a digression. graceful, yet well developed, large lustrous dark Very pleasant evenings were those same snug eyes, such as poets rave about when describing hours in Harley-street, when the lamp was lighted Oriental loveliness, and a clear olive complexion, in the, when he would listen abshe was a very handsome rather than a pretty stractedly to Esther's fine voce as she carolled woman. But, more than all this, she had a mind forth from her piano sweet sounds, which haunted richly stored, and a true warm woman's heart the tutor's memory for days after. Aud so, batuunderlying all. She had had the advantage of a good rally enougl, Bartram, sceing few young ladies, English boarding-school, and under the best and none so fascinating as Miss Jennings, fell in masters had acquired more accomplishments than love with that young lady, and she, after a while, at that time were thought requisite for young with him, each in their own peculiar fashion, in ladies, and altogether was one who would bave this wise : Bartram loved, as most young men for graced any circle into which she miglit have been the first time love, because he could'nt help it; thrown. Such was Esther Jennings. Her brother while Esther, who had seen more of the world, I



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good society," —apt the upon the books of College, Cambridge, vulgar world of poor benighted Brown, Jones, and in order that if he ever had the means, he might Robinson-seeing that the young tutor in every be enabled to enter at any time; and now he had thing was superior to the puppies she had met in love to spar him on to distinction—to hallow bis crosded ball-rooms, first esteemed him for his ambitious dreams—to insuse hope into every hour virtues, and then loved him on conviction, which, of his life. “Something" said Hope, "will after all, is the only woman-love worth a sensible happen; I shall go to Cambridge, take honours, man's care. But neither told their love. Mr. and marry Esther.” Then again, Despair would Bartram, the obscure tutor, and Miss Jennings, whisper, “a poor tutor, or a poor scholar, cannot the daughter of the wealthy nabub, were people ju marry a rich nabob's daughter, should not take two different spheres, and he was too honourable her from a home of affluence to a home of a man to wish to take advantage of his opportu- penury." And poor Bartram's strong heart would nities to steal the heart of his master's daughter sicken, as he swore honestly he never would. But -if it were possible, which he doubted; while love is always too hopeful to listen long to Esther, seeing, as women always see more quickly despair ; besides, Bartram was only three and than men, Bartram's love for her, sagely imagined twenty, and a lover's life at that age is lit up that it was a mere youthful fancy, which would with glorious fancies. Blessed days were those, fade away with time and enlarged knowledge of when, as Lamb says, speaking of Coleridge, female society, and was, therefore, though she Hope, like the Hebrews' fiery pillar, went ever dearly loved him, unwilling to manifest her affec. before him, life's dark corners yet unturned.” I tion. Often, when poring over his books in his think men never can feel again in after years as study, when the house was still, would poor Bar- they felt at three and twenty; the freshness is off tram's thoughts forsake his book and fly to Esther the flower, the bloom has faded from the fruit, Jennings ; often would despair argue with his almost ere the hand could grasp it, and the head, love: “She will never love me; if she should, schooled to wisdom by the world, has chilled the nothing can come of it, and coward indeed should I trusting heart. Even the influences of external be to seek to win her affection, when I know such nature lose their sweetest charm after that climaca course could lend but to mutual misery. Let me teric in man's life is past. Who cannot remember love on silently and alone."

a blissful time when on fine summer mornings, Now it is all very well for young gentlemen of when skies seemed blue as pre-Raphaelite picthree and twenty to think and say such things ; tures only are now, the simple sense of bare existheir practice and theory will never agree. For tence tingling through every artery was of itself twelvemonths had he resided with Mr. Jennings' a purer joy that any after years afford; when family, and during all that time he had sufficient study was not drily looked upon as a njere means self-control to render his manner to Esther as to an end; when the verses of the last new poet meaningless as courtesy would allow. Neverthe- were something more to youthful feelings than less love at last broke ground-and, this done, mere harmonious cadences and dainty adjectives prudence was sent adrift to shift for herself as is strung delicately together, to be materialised for usual. And this happened as follows:-Mr. filthy lucre, into ncatly bound copies purchaseable Jennings and his family went to Normandy for at five shillings and sixpence; when the young change of scene, and with them went Bartram. heart believed that its own generous promptings While staying at Houleur, a beautifully situated could never lead astray to sorrow; when every town, as any who have seen it, or Turner's picture acquaintance of yesterday, who clasped one's of it, will recollect, at the mouth of the Seine, with hand and smiled, was a Pythias, and every young the blue sea outlying in the distance, the young lady one met at evening parties, a Heloise, and tutor aud Esther were frequently thrown together. one's-self a blissful Abelard ! While papa and mamma were walking up the hill Tell us why, say poor, weary-hearted worldlings, which overlooked the town, and whence is one of these poor hearts of ours should so soon grow old, the prettiest views in France, he and Esther, with till the Pythias turns into a selfish schemer, and Alfred bringing up the rear, would be strolling the fair Heloise, a faithless jilt, into the Heloise leisurely up the steep ascent, or gazing over the of many Abelards ;-and purbliud Reason will brow of the hill on the sea moaning beneath their never answer these queries aright. Faith alone feet, till nature, more powerful than convention- can make answer unto these too natural regrets ality, would assert her supremacy, and words told that, as this world is not our goal, there must all their hearts had so long felt so well. He told surely be some more blissful abiding--place for all her at last, owning its apparent hopelessness, the hope's soaring aspirations and love's sweet imagin. story of his love from the very first, and Esther, ings, in a land where the former will not seem, as who was too proud, too true-hearted to condescend here, to tomorrow's reflection, nothing better than to the artifices of a coquette, (wlio, by-the-bye, impatience, and the latter mere immaterial phanmust always suppose lier lover to be a fool, or be tasies of youth. Woe then for those who, with one herself,) frankly confessed ber own. And pride-darkened ken, never looking beyond this Edward Bartram was happy now.

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earth of ours, will never see Faith's blessed contime ago by the advice of Lyle placed his name solation! Woe for those who, young in years, old


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