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in sorrow, have, ere three and twenty breaks upon in dissipation, if he be a fool, or subsides into a them, learned to mock their better natures, and to joyless old bachelor, or a half-happy married man flout the promptings of God's monitor within; years after, if he be “ of sterner stuff.” And out who have wasteit the strength of youth on un- of all these materials are made up our disgraceful wori hy efforts, their hopes on vain fulfilments, trials, where a wife's honour is made marketable their all of faith, truth, and love on cold shadows by a venal advocate with Stentor's lungs, or our on life's path ; who have, Eve-like, early plucked many joyless unions, with years of hopeless misery, the fruit of “the tree of knowledge of good and and Doctors' Commons hanging over all as a dropevil,” and found to their cost that the apple, pleas- scene. ing to the eye is, after all, like the fair, false fruit on the shore of the Dead Sea, without, all bloom and beauty--within, poor dust and ashes! Earth has ,

While walking on the quay at Honfleur with no heavier curse than this; and it is a curse of her father, mother, and Bartram, it happened that man's own seeking. But I have been digressing poor Esther, too intent on listening to her lover's sadly—a train of thought, which it is easy to words, and paying too little attention to her path, understand, if difficult to express, has led me tripped against a granite stanchion, and fell backaway thus far—wby dwell I on these things now ? wards into the sea—a fall of some thirty feet,

Bartram's coat and hat were in an instant lying at his feet ere be dived after her, and, although, in her struggles to save herself from drowning she

had sunk beneath the keel of a boat, he succeeded CHAPTER IX.

at last, at the peril of his life, in bringing her to

the surface, and supporting her on one arm while Il ne faut pas moins de capacite pour aller jusqu' au neant que jusqu'au tout.-Puscal.

with the other he swam vigorously towards a boat, Wait, and love himself will bring

whose crew on seeing Esther's fall had promptly The drooping flower of knowledge changed to fruit pulled to the spot, he resigned his lovely burden


to the care of the sailors, and springing into the Ere the Jennings' returned to England, an event boat had the satisfaction of seeing the young occurred that revealed to the astonished eyes girl's eyes open as, unconscious of any presence, of papa and mamma the egregious mistake they save his, who had saved her from a watery had made in supposing that their daughter and the grave, and clasping him in her arms she mur. bandsome young tutor had spent twelve months mured, “Dearest Edward"-and, as Poe's raven in each other's society, without entertaining warmer says-"merely this and nothing more,” which, feelings of regard than on Bartram's first introduchowever, was distinctly audible by her father tion to Harley-street. It has often furnished who, pale as death, looked down over the edge of subject matter for tedious dissertations of novelists, the quay upon his daughter and ber brave preserver. this same misconception of character on the part | But this was not the time for any ebullitions of of those who, of all others, have the best oppor- parental surprise. The nabob's daughter had just tunity of reading it aright; and really there was a been snatched from the jaws of death by his son's great deal of sarcastic philosophy in the old Ches- tutor, and, as the young man lifted her out of the ter adage, “When the daughter is stolen, shut boat ashore, the grateful father, with blissful tears Pepper Gate.” Regrets always come too late when streaming down his cheeks, sunk down upon his the mischief is done. Two young, true hearts, bended knees, with his long, thin grey locks floatpining for sympathy, are thrown for months toge- ing in the sea-breeze, and, forgetting parental pride ther—and in the heart's youth a truer knowledge and prejudice, blessed God for her recovery. In of mutual character is acquired in a few weeks a few hours Esther sufficiently recovered to be able than in years of after life. The idea of two young to thank her preserver; and i hat day nothing more people, circumstanced like Esther Jennings and was said of that unlucky" Dearest Edward" which Edward Bartram, falling in love, is scouted by the had betrayed her heart's secret. lady's parents simply because undesirable ; and so, But with the morrow came angry reflections on as months roll away, the two hearts are knit closer, the simple exclamation of yesterday. “ So," while mamma is dozing over the fire in complacent thought Mr. Jennings, my daughter loves my ignorance, till the truth at last comes out; then son's tutor-she, who, I had fondly hoped, would separation takes place, and Chloe is sent to her have looked far ligher, is ready to throw her heart room, poor little thing, with the fear of paternal away upon this young man—who, though an es. indignation before her eyes, to sob till her little cellent person in all respects, is, after all, bat a heart is like to break; and then, when, as parents peasant's son, a poor tutor, and no fit husband for fondly imagine, time has healed the wound, to Esther Jennings.” What else he soliloquised I marry some one else she can never love as well as need not say. I fear the fiery old man that day the first love of girlhood; while Strephon is sent swore awfully that his daughter and Bartram about bis business— left to his own devices—to should never be more to each other than now, with brood bitterly over the past, till the present is darker other unpleasant resolutions which love would from its reflection, till he seeks a coward's relief laugh at. “However, it would be kinder and


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more straightforward at once to speak to Bartram better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sick. on the subject,” thought Mr. Jennings--and so ness and in health, till death us do part;' and he said to the young man, “I wish, Mr. Bartram, thereto I give thee my troth.” to speak to you on some matters arising out of the That evening the lovers parted ; Bartram sailed events of yesterday-- will you take a short stroll for England, bearing with him the heartfelt good with me?”

wishes of Mr. Jennings and his wife, while Alfred Bartram's face was slightly flushed as he bowed hung down bis head, and tried hard, poor boy, to -for, with lover's quick perception, he knew that dry his tears in vain, and Esther's faint "good yesterday's unlucky “Dearest Edward” would be bye" was barely audible. Mr. Jennings endeathe nabob's text, wherefrom would shortly be devoured, as delicately as possible, to force on Bar. pending an unpleasant homily on youthful impru- tram's acceptance a heavy draft on a London dence in general, and his daughter's in particular. banker, in order that he might thereby be enabled

And so it was. The old gentleman briefly ex. to prosecute his studies at either University if he pressed it as an opinion incontrovertible that his was so minded; but, thanking him cordially, Bardaughter loved his son's tutor; that such love, tram strenuously refused to accept one farthing though doubtless in part well bestowed, could not from the worthy nabob. He had already, he said, be otherwise than displeasing to parental notions received more kindness at Mr. Jennings's hand of propriety; that however grateful, as a father, than he deserved ; and he trusted to be able, unhe might feel to Bartram for his daughter's pre- aided, to prove to his friends that they need never servation, he could not allow, from any private be ashamed of bim, and that his gratitude by no feeling of gratitude, his daughter's prospects to be means partook of the nature of that designated marred by an injudicious marriage; that, therefore, by Doctor Johnson as “thanks for favours to Bartram, as an honourable man, must see the pro- come." priety of leaving the family at once and for ever ; And Bartram was once more alone in London, although, at the same time, the old man went on, with his memories of Esther to cheer him as he anything that he, Mr. Jennings, could do to advance kept lonely vigil over his books—an earnest bis young friend's way in the world, he would only student still. He obtained employment, by anbe too happy to do at once to the best of his ability, swering an advertisement, as morning tutor, whence &c. &c., which et cetera any one who has been he derived a small certainty, barely enough for his similarly circumstanced can well imagine.

daily subsistence, and, besides this, he occasionally A bitter evening was that when Bartram returned | furnished reports of public meetings, &c., to the home after that same short stroll. He had made up press ; so that he was above the reach of starvahis mind to leave Honfleur for England the next after- tion. Under his old friend, Mr. Massey, he had noon, and the ship which was to take him to South early learnt that active piety whose motto is "aide ampton was just then lying off the quay, in sight of toi, le Ciel t'aidera ; he was at no time a man to his bedroom window, where he sat alone through the sit down and sigh under sorrow's load when any quiet midnight, gazing on the moonlit waves as efforts of his own could lighten it. Poor, and they plashed mournfully against the quay-walls. almost friendless in London, he did not despair ; Before he retired to his room for the night, he pure in spirit as a child, lonely amidst London's had managed to write on a slip of paper to Esther multitude, he never yielded to the many -“ Your father knows all. I leave for England temptations which beset his rugged path. He to-morrow evening. I will rise early to-morrow, could never forget, how, long ago while he was and then we can stroll out unnoticed along the but a ploughboy, he had listened in the old villagecliff ere we part, perhaps for ever.”

church at home, at his father's side, to the simple, Neither of our lovers slept a wink that night, yet all-sufficient promise of Holy Writ, of course ; and shortly after sunrise the next bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after morning they might have been seen wending their many days.” That father's declining years, so way once more up the bill with downcast eyes and long as Bartram lived with Mr. Jennings and had gloomy brows. He told her all that her father had it in his power, he had, like a good son as he was, said ; owned that he himself could not gainsay a comforted by sending down all he could save out word of it at present; bitterly lamented that his of his tutor's stipend. And now his father and position was so humble; but, lover-like, wound up mother were dead : never more would their son's by vowing that if, in spite of all this, she would success in life cheer their aged hearts as they sat only love him till a time should come when he was in their cottage by the fireside, and talked of their no longer an unknown man, he was content to "scholar-son” to admiring neighbours. But he leave her that afternoon till better days arrived, knew there was a loving eye still left to brighten when perhaps even Mr. Jennings would smile upon at any success the lonely student might achieve ; his quondam tutor's suit for his daughter's hand. and, with his love for Esther cheering bis loneliAnd Esther, wiping away the tears which, while ness, he did cast his bread upon the waters," he had been speaking, bad gathered in her proud, and the brave, true, young heart found it again, dark eyes, throwing her arms round the young "after many days.” man's neck, said solemnly, almost in the words of Shortly after Bartram left Mr. Jennings, Lyle our marriage service"I can never change ; "for received a letter from the latter, telling him the

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circumstances under which Bartram resigued his poor fellow, that Mr. Jennings was at the bottom tutorship, and requesting Lyle, as a personal of the supposed loan), and went up to Camfavour, to see Bartram from time to time, ascertaiu bridge where, even as a freslıman, lis evident what he was doing, and report progress. Moreover, talents won for bim the flattering opinions of every with a delicacy of feeling one would not have Don with whom the young man became acexpected from such a man, Mr. Jennings appointed quainted. His life at college was that of hun. Lyle as the recipient of a large sum of money for dreds of poor clever young men who come to Bartram’s benefit; wbich sum Lyle was to pretend Cambridge yearly, investing their all in a lottery to lend to Bartram, as though he, Lyle, and not whence are drawn so sew prizes and so many Mr. Jennings, were the benefactor. For the old blanks. gentleman well knew that, from him, at least, And gallantly worked on the silent, reserved Bartram would never accept a shilling; and there. freshman, who came nobody knew whence, and fore took this means of advancing Bartram's | lived the life of an anchorite in his rooms, till prospects in life, by enabling him to proceed to scholarships and a name well placed on the class either University, if he chose, and repaying a debt lists told old Mr. Jennings, as he read the univerof gratitude to the preserver of his child. Agree. sitg news in the papers, that his delicately conably to his instructions, Lyle sought out his old veyed bounty had indeed been well bestowed. But friend, heard from his lips the story of his love, little thought he that all these efforts were for the many privations he had undergone since he left the most part directed to one end—the hand of Honfleur, and bis hopes for the future, which he his daughter. And Esther all this while had never frankly admitted were painfully vague just then. forgotten her preserver. Once only had Bartram Bartram having told Lyle all these things—which, lieard from her, and that indirectly, through a thanks to the nabob's letter, the latter knew quite friend of her brother's who had just then entered as well as Bartram himself,--Lyle thought the Cambridge; for her father had scrupulously time was come for his own interposition.

avoided mentioning Bartram's whereabouts to his “I wonder, my dear old fellow,” said he, "that, daughter ; till one day Alfred Jennings received a with such an incentive to progress as your love, letter from the friend I have just mentioned, in you should have refused Mr. Jennings's proffered which Bartram was spoken of incidentally as the assistance, and been content to waste your life in cleverest man of his year at Cambridge, and thus London, as you are now doing, when, if you were the truth in part came out, and she enclosed a at college, you might, even now, be on the high letter to her brother's friend, requesting him as a road to distinction. Time and application bave by special favour to deliver it without further comment this time ripened your abilities; you are still a to Bartram. young man; your name is on the books of

In that letter she told her young lover all she College, and

had pent up silently in her warm heart so long“All that you say is very well,—had I money all that she hoped for him, all that she had heard to go to college, which I have not,” interrupted of bis Cambridge career, and finished by saying Bartram.

that if, for a moment, he could forget his old “If that be all that stands in your way,” con- resolve, never to marry her till fortune smpiled tinued Lyle, “I can remedy that evil easily upon him, she was ready to leave father, mother, enough. Now don't interrupt me again ; I have brother, and liome, to become his loving wife. And a certain sum of money which just now I do not Bartram received that letter safely, and worked on require. I will lend that to you in order that you more heartily than ever. He became senior may go to Cambridge ; distinguish yourself and wrangler, and from that hour his path in life was repay me at your leisure."

clear. “ That cannot be," said Bartram ; "why should So now the reward of his boyish quest of you lend me your money, on a poor hope of re- wisdom, and his manhood's exertions, had come at ceiving it back in the event of my success ? last ; and, as the young man wended his way along Pardon me, my dear, kind friend, you cannot afford the banks of the Cam one quiet evening after to lend me money, and possibly lose principal and receiving the congratulations of all his college, interest for your trouble."

from master to the last freshmar, he inwardly - Lyle saw now his only chance of persuading his blessed God and Esther Jennings that he had gone friend to accept the money would be to feign anger to Cambridge. Many a nighit when the busy at bis refusal.

streets were deserted, and nothing could be heard “ Either you take this money, or offend me, but the clocks striking the hour from turret to whose friendship you value, if you don't. Interest turret, bad that pale student sat in his lonely is out of the question ; I have quite enough to room, poring over his books till he would fall live on; I have no kith nor kin, save my mother, back in his chair, wellnigli exhausted, till to his who is well provided for-take the noney or lose fancy Esther's silvery voice seemed to sound once

more in his cars, and shaking off his lethargy, he So Bartram was forced to yield, accepted the would settle down earnestly to work again. Well the money (but solely on condition that he should did he deserve his honours, said half Cambridge ; pay eventually 5 per cent. thereon, little dreaming, he, this peasant's son, bad contended with and


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overcome men who had enjoyed far greater advan- Rectory, where the new squire of L-, and tages than he,- men whose names bave since been the new rector of Eloved to sit and talk bandied about St. Stephen's and Westminster over their wine of the days when the latter was a Hall as “household words.” Even as Hannibal ploughboy reading Shakspeare under a hedge, or of old cut bis way through the rugged Alps, so he, when he lived among the offscourings of society this ci-devant ploughboy, this pale student-a in a cheap lodging-house in Whitechapel, with a moral Hannibal — with a patient courage worthy of head full of Greek verses, and a stomach as empty him of Carthage, cut a way for himself through as the head was full. And Mr. and Mrs. Jen. the manifold impediments of social position that nings died at a good old age, leaving Esther and strewed his path to well-merited distinction, and Alfred, who became a dashing young dragoon, a now might slumber on his laurels if he chose. He large fortune. And the Rev. Edward Bartram, bad a Fellowship, went into the church from after a while, resigned his country cure for another choice, obtained a good college-living, and settled in London, where he speedily became well known for down as a country clergyman within a few miles of his philanthropy and eloquence, till, attracting the K-his early home.

notice of the Prime Minister of the day, he was raised I fear I must here plead guilty to the charge from dignity to dignity, till at last his wife and child. of having forgotten his earliest friends, Mr. ren-I had almost forgotten them-had the pleasure Massey and the old squire; if I have done so in my of seeing him a veritable Bislop in lawn sleeves. poor narrative, Bartram did not. The old squire And, though he was now in a position he had lived to see Bartram Senior Wrangler; and Mr. never hoped to achieve in his young ambitious Massey, to see something happier-but I anticipate, days, he bore his honours meekly and well-was

Bartram at last thought it time to write to old ever ready to extend a helping hand to all who Mr. Jennings, who was now growing very infirm, needed asssistance, was never ashamed of his asking his permission to marry Esther, which, he humble birth, and was known to all the conntry said, he should have done long ago, had he selt round bis palace, as "the good Bishop of himself in a a position to offer her a comfortable And Mrs. Bartram was ever foremost in her hus. home. And—io save you the painful necessity of band's schemes of charity-ever ready to leave wading through a page of expletive "Ohs!" and her happy home, unattended, to brave sickness and

" “Dear me's !" natural on such an occasion-it poverty in their worst forms, till the poor in her was granted. Esther Jennings was married in vicinity would bail the coming of their Bishop's London, to Edward Bartram, by the Rev. George gentle wife as that of a ministering angel in Massey, the bridegroom's early patron, and Charles mortal guise. And, loved and loving, Esther and Lyle was married at the same time to a pretty her husband lived long and liappily together to a little cousin of his, whose grandchildren I saw green old age, when, full of years, she died amidst playing with those of Bartram some short time the tears of the many her bounty had comforted, ago. And after their respective weddings, Lyle, and was buried in the churchyard of Kwho had always, unaccountably as Bartram thought, Bartram's native village, whither, in six months refused to receive a shilling of the money he had time, her sorrowing husband followed her. given to Bartram, told the whole truth now; and Often do the proud villagers of K —, show to with the residue thereof which Bartram would not a passing traveller the richly carved mausoleum, accept, and Mr. Jennings refused to receive back, erected by subscription there to the memory of the old gentleman built some very pretty alms- him who had once sat in that very graveyard, houses in his son-in-law's parish, and, at his own perhaps, as a simple ploughboy, with Hamlet in additional cost, endowed them liberally. And hishand, reading alone among the tombs, and who Lyle, who had by this time come into some family is still well kuown through all that country-side as property, settled down near bis friend Bartram's the good Bishop Bartram."

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Lyons, the second city in France, and the seat of from the rapid and often swollen currents of the the celebrated manufacture of silks, is built prin- rivers, it has frequently been the scene of most cipally upon a tongue of land formed by the con- terrible inundations. Embankments have fluence of the Saone with the Rhone, a situation formed at various points to guard the city from of great advantage commercially, as it affords the its watery foes ; but though useful in restraining facility of water communication both with the any ordinary rise, they are totally inadequate to Mediterranean and the Atlantic; but, from the low protect the lower parts of the place from the levol upon which most of the city stands, and powerful floods which occasionally overwhelm the

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unprepared inhabitants, causing such loss of life, the direction of Les Brotteaux. His regimentals and property as can scarcely be imagined by peo. were faded and worn, baving evidently seen hard ple at a distance. Lyons has, however, even service. His face was sunburnt, but a pleasant more terrible element than even the angry waters one withal, to look at, and the smiling mouth, just running through her streets. In 1794, when overshadowed by a juvenile moustache, and the Collet d'Herbois and his terrorist associates held sparkling, intelligent eyes, seemed to say that he their tribunal in the Hotel de Ville, the executions — Victor Chapereau

Victor Chapereau--- was in high good humour were so numerous that human blood was poured with himself and all the world. And certainly, if forth like water, and with its crimson current any one had reason to be happy and thanksul, it flooded the Place des Terreaux. So horrible was was lie, for he had just returned in honour and the sight that the agents of the Convention, fear- safety from the Crimea, and was on his way to ing lest the inhabitants should rise, gave up the Les Brotteaux to see Catherine Mercier, who, guillotine as too much exposed and too tardy for four years before, when he leit Lyons, had almost their vengeance; they transported their prisoners promised to be his bride. across the Rhone, and in the open fields on the Victor Chapereau was the son of a soldier who left bank of that river, with no hearts near them was killed in the riots of the silk weavers at that felt one touch of pity, were the helpless vic- Lyons in 1834. His mother, previous to her tims slowly mowed down by discharges of grape marriage, had been femme-de-chambre in a nobleand canister, and scenes were enacted, which gave man's family in the country, and when she was to Lyons a pre-eminence of suffering, even amongst | left a widow with an infant in arms, her former the many ill-fated cities of France.

mistress showed her great kindness, established But the

open fields which witnessed these guilty her as a " lingère"* in the suburb of Fourvieres, deeds are open fields no more. Though the city introducing ber to the notice of several influential at the time of the Revolution was confined to the families in the neighbourhood. Jeannie's industry narrow tongue of land between the two rivers, and skill procured her plenty of customers, and and the opposite bank of the Saone, comprising she was thus enabled not only to support her the suburbs of St. Croix and Fourvieres, it has, child honestly, but also to give him the advantage since the commencement of the present century, of a good education. When Victor reached the extended to the left bank of the Rhone, and the age of fifteen, nothing would satisfy him but that populous and stately districts of Les Brotteaux he must be a soldier, as his father had been before and La Guillotin, are connected with the parent him, and after many a struggle, and much secret city by several handsome bridges. The faubourg grief, bis mother gave her consent.. To lose her of Les Brotteaux is built upon the very ground cheerful companion, ber bright and beloved boy, on which the revolutionary massacres took place, was a hard trial to the poor woman, but she bore the memory of wbich it preserves in a monumental it with true resignation, and instead of solding chapel, erected at the end of a street called the her hauds in despair, only worked the more di“ Avenue des Martyrs." Stately builuings are ligently that she might lay by a store for her only arising on all sides, but, as in the city itself, the child. For three years she saw bim frequently, more retired streets are narrow and dirty, with as his regiment was stationed at Lyons or iu some tall houses on either hand, making perpetual twi- neighbouring place, but after that time it was sent light, containing family above family in their eight, to Marseilles, and when, in two years, the war nine, or ten flats, until an almost incredible popu- broke out with Russia, she received a hasty line lation dwells upon a very small superficial space of from Victor, to say that he was to embark that ground.

day for the Crimea, without the opportunity of The sun

was setting one evening during the bidding her farewell. It was indeed with an last week in May, 1856. Heavy rains had poured anxious and loving heart that the poor mother down hopelessly the whole day, and the sky was joined her prayers to the many 'strong supplicadark and lowering, except in the west, where the tions which rose from all parts of the land for glorious orb had broken through the clouds, after the safety of loved ones who were fighting in the many struggles, to throw his welcome light upon | far-off East. Occasionally she heard from her the city for a few minutes. His rays were but son, who wrote whenever he had time ; but somefeeble, for the same relentless rain which had just times the letters were lost, and sometimes they ceased had prevailed for many days, and the very were written on the eve of an assault, and then atmosphere seemed saturated. New born rivulets came the sickening suspense as to the result. But ran down the narrow streets, finding their way to at last all France rang with the glad tidings that the great swollen, yellow Rhone, which coursed Sebastopol was taken—taken, lowever, with such along with accelerated speed to its ocean home. a loss of life, that many a widow and orphan were But, as butterflies come forth to the summer sun, the fruits of all the glory; and Jeannie knew that so did the gay inhabitants of Lyous pour forth to Victor's regiment had been one of the first to enjoy for a short time the fresh air uvmixed with rusli up the death-hill of the Malakoff, and she rain, and the streets were crowded. Amongst the many foot passengers who were crossing the Pont

* Lingère. One who makes and gets up all kinds of fina Morand, was a young soldier, walking briskly in linen.



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