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around Canton to British interests and subjects. Government show symptoms of doing something The local war existing at Canton may have been more than the establishment of new regulations hastened by this miserable trade. The bitterness for the business. The hypocrisy of maintaining imparted to the contest may, very probably, cruisers to suppress the African slave-trade, and originate in our kidnapping men for the benefit of allowing our ships, at the same time, to bring Cuba--and the injury of our own colonies and coolies to the Cuban shambles, is more than this possessions.

nation can afford. Who is there that still rememThe subject commends itself by its red and bers the enthusiasm that swept slavery out of scarlet crimes to the enmity of the Anti-Slavery. existence in a shower of twenty millions of pounds, Societies—if they have vigour and vitality left, could suppose that Great Britain would engage in after consenting to other measures, which they kidnapping coolies, to be murdered in Cuba, for a have allowed to pass without rebuke. If the old few thousand sovereigns ? are dead, their place will be supplied, unless the

THE SPIRIT AND THE SUNBEAM.

A FRAGMENT.

It was a festal day in Heaven; for summer had Iris, mine own loved messenger, wherefore so begun, and the monarch of the sky rose with in- sad ?” creased splendour, to celebrate this his season of But the wings drooped still, and the harp fell beauty and luxuriance.

lower in her hands. Aurora, to whom the ceremony of his rising was Then there arose a chorus of heavenly music. intrusted, exhausted all her resources to do honour 'Twas the morning hymn. Its melody stole over to the occasion. She decked her handmaidens, the sorrowing spirit, and, as it ceased, her voice the clouds, in their brightest attire, bordering their was heard, like the last tone of an Eolian harp. fleecy garments of the purest white with a golden “I sorrow that this glory which I share, these rim, and casting a roseate veil over all. Then she sunbeams on which I dance, should be denied to paved their aerial path with orange, graduated to some of those who pine in misery. I would crave the palest primrose, and studded this, also, with a boon, great monarch,”—and she knelt before golden spangles, which shone resplendent on the him :-"Grant me one warm sunbeam to carry deep blue vault of Heaven.

where I will." The potent monarch of the sky was well pleased Then the voices of Heaven's children broke forth with these arrangements, and he consequently rose again in a rejoicing song of grateful praise, as the in the very best of tempers, and shone benignantly spirit's request was complied with. on the children of Earth.

Nyw, her drooping pinions were spread in rapid First the great towering mountains received his flight, as, folding a sunbeam to her bosom, she took smile—and a glow of ruddy pleasure lit up their her way from heaven to earth. snowy heads, creeping from them gradually down, On she flew—and she hugged her treasure yet until it reached their base, where sat a crowd of more closely, for she feared it would be stolen from noxious, malicious vapours, enemies of man, artifi- her. Down her coloured way she sped-down, and cers of diseases to him in the shape of rheumatisms, down, and down—until she alighted on a glittering consumptions, and many other ills.

dome of gold. The smile of the great heavenly potentate It was an eastern palace, a monument of magjust touched them, and it acted like a charm ;—for nificence. Gems of rare value adorned its marble off they all flew in dudgeon, crowding together in walls; the treasures of the earth had been ransacked a dark and sullen mass, sitting half way up the to provide for its embellishment. mountain, sulking and lowering, and threatening to

Shall I leave thee here, mine own sunbeam ?” come down again as soon as ever King Sol (for so asked the spirit:"shall I make this thine home ?" this great monarch was named) had gone away and she just peeped into her bosom at her treasure ; again.

and there it lay, so pure and bright! Then she How glorious all nature looked! Millions of looked at the magnificent work of man, the palace ; spirits, unseen to mortal eyes, danced jocundly in but its glory had departed, its lustre had faded the pure morning air, chaunting their heaven-born before the beauty of nature's handiwork, before the songs of praise and joy. All nature was happy— brilliancy of the warm sunbeam ; and Iris then all, save one etherial being, who, with drooping knew that this was no place for her treasured wings and broken harp, stood in the pathway of gift. So, ou she flew with it for many a long and the monarch of the sky,

weary mile, over both sea and land. At last she

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came to a city-a great noisy, dirty, bustling city, For some moments his mind seemed to be abwith its smoke and filth of every kind.

sorbed in the past. “ Here art thou wanted! here art thou wanted, “Ruth,” he at length said, “what will you

do my treasure !" said the gentle spirit; “but, how when I am gone? Wbo will love you then, my can I leave thee in this human den, with nought sister? Who—who be kind to you, and speak worthy of thee?"

the word of sympathy to your heart ?" He beut "Nought worthy ?" said a still small voice ; his dying eyes sadly on her. She took his wasted " presumptuous spirit! fold thy wings, tarry in thy hands in hers, and pressed them to her lips, then course, and see whether thou can’st not bestow in an attitude of prayer. The gesture alone was thy gifts worthily here. Behold!"

an answer; but her words also replied to his The spirit closed her half-spread wings. Before question. hier stood one with heavy eyes and famine-pinched

“ The same God," she said, “who has loved face-a child in years, a woman in sorrow and me for sixteen long years, will love me still-still experience. Her clothes hung in rags about her, show me His loving kindness. In mercy has He and displayed her delicate limbs of marble white afflicted to make me turn to Him ; even in this ness. How that loving spirit longed for a mortal poor place, amid our past and present wretchedness, tongue, to whisper words of comfort to that friend. He has thrown over my trembling soul the balm less being !

of His heavenly comfort. He, my brother, will be A stranger passed, and gave her alms. They were

my support when you are gone-my stay, my seized with avidity, and the wild eyes looked an comfort, my hope, my all!" intensity of joy. How swiftly the bare feet sped on !-in quest of bread, perchance ? No, she entered a fruiterer's shop, and spent the whole of

There was a bright glow on that bed of death; this, her fortune, in a few strawberries !

a sunbeam fell on the pallid face, as the wings of

the hovering spirit lulled the dying boy to his last On again, until she had traversed the length of slumber. the dirty street, and turned into a narrow alley, Hour after hour passed—daylight faded. swarming with riotous children.

“Die ye together, ye things of earth and heaThe spirit hovered over her, and, with her ven !" sighed the gentle Iris ; "die, my treasured zephyr wings, fanned each noisome air from the sunbeam, even as the soul of that sufferer fades poor child's heated brows.

from earthly woe !" On again, until she reached a court leading from this alley, and looking still more wretched and uninhabitable. She entered a miserable abode, The fragile girl had laid her bead beside her and, with a quick and happy step, ascended the brother; one hand pillowed her head, the other stairs. With a gentle hand she unclosed a door. was clasped in his. Gradually, she lost the conThe room she entered contained a miserable bed, sciousness of all external things; she slept ;-and one chair, and a deal table.

then-a murmur, like music, but still not musicA lad of about sixteen was lying on the bed. only a tone, like the south wind singing its own How his eyes beamed with affection as he saw the sad requiem, stole over her senses. girl approach !

She fancied she was wafted along in air, her She placed her band on his head; alas! there tattered garments changed to floating vapour, her was no abatement of the fever.

tangled locks to golden tresses. Suddenly, she She held up a strawberry to him—another, and seemed to stop in her etherial flight, and a voice another !

bade her observe what would pass. The eager eyes of the suffering boy proclaimed

In the distance, a small white cloud appeared. bis delight at so unexpected a treat. The girl It came nearer and nearer, and then she discovered raised a strawberry to his lips.

two forms of heavenly radiance. The one looked "No, Ruth, not one morsel, unless you taste it down on the dim earth beneath, and its tears fell first."

fast on the distant land; the face of the other was To please him, she consented. There they sat, raised to heaven, and there was seen joy, worship, those two friendless beings-he, so soon to be in a gladness, adoration. Carried between these two, happier world, she ...

as in a couch, resting peacefully in their arms, was The boy's eyes suddenly rested on the window. a form of angel brightness, bearing a semblance “Look, dear sister," he said ; " look !—a gentle to humanity, but beatified—changed; the mortal

, radiance seems to come even from those dull clouds, clothed with immortality—the imperfect, perfected and a balmy fragrance spreads around, reminding by the reunion with its God. me of other days, before we came to the smoky town, when we lived ’mid green fields and glorious valleys, when the lark, with her wild melody, in it she recognised her brother's soul !

Ruth's eyes were fixed on the recumbent figure ; roused us from our morning slumbers, and the nightingale's plaintive note lulled us to our evening rest! Al! Ruth—that was a happy time !" It was now twilight, but the spirit's wings were

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playing still, fanning away the soul of the lingering ! Heaven !--their souls—their incorruptible, imgirl to those realms of bliss whither her brother perishable souls--are yours. had passed before her!

Mortal, who readest this, pause and think; thou

livest for the one--dost thou live for the other Waft! wast! as the pale cold moonlight streamed also ? into the room, and a sigh-the last vestige of earth Does earth absorb your love, your thought, your -sent that girl's imprisoned soul to heaven! care ? Take heed, lest earth swallow up heaven

in

Earth and heaven! Earth, ye have their bodies—the poor, corrupti- Earth for all now-Heaven hereafter, for those ble bodies— the empty, useless casket,

alone who live on earth for heaven.

your heart !

TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OF A COSMOPOLITE'S LIFE ;

BEING

PAGES OF ADVENTURE AND TRAVEL.

CHAPTER XI.

for the fate of her little ones, though, truth to BANGALORE.—THE SALUTING BATTERY, ETC.

say, the Misses C

were, as regards youthfulAt Bangalore, where whole detachments of newly ness, anything but chickens. Once, at a masquearrived cadets, for artillery, cavalry, and infantry, rade ball

, somebody, disguised as a postman, were daily arriving, as a natural result, some delivered a letter to Mrs. C-, bearing her species of mischief was being continually per- address, and on opening it, so great was her petrated. So many wild young colts let loose wrath at its contents, that she actually read it together were sure to be up to one lark or ano. aloud, amidst the uproarious mirth of the assembly, ther; and although the Brigadier was a perfect and to the exceeding mortification of her six unold Turk, they contrived to set him and his fulmi. happy daughters. . nating general orders at defiance. Sometimes I was, unfortunately, too young to retain a their owlish propensities for turning night into distinct recollection of more than the two opening day ended in an abrupt and melancholy manner. lines; the whole, however, was an admirable satire, Three fine young officers, highly promising in and commenced with talents, and in everything but those bushels of wild oats which they they had not, unfortunately, as

Termagant mother of a waspish race, Fet sown, would persist in the most extravagant

Why come you here to show your ugly face ? display of temerity ; such, for instance, as boating The result proved rather serious to the unhappy upon the Ulsoor tank, in leaky old tubs cut down postman, who lost his commission through this from emply beer barrels. Many a time had these freak. Whereas the waspish race, despite every expeditions ended in a capsize ; but generally a drawback (so great, oh ye maidens of England, numerous party of friends, who were watching who have passed a certain age, is the demand for proceedings from the shore, would man a boat and wives in the Indian market), married and settled rescue them. One dark morning, after a ball that comfortably, having mostly picked up nankeen had been kept up till half-past three a.m., they

breeched and liverless old judges and collectors, veatured alone upon their foolish and hazardous who died in the course of a few years, and their voyage, and the conclusion arrived at is, that they relics enjoy to this present day the fruits of their got entangled amongst the weeds, and were thritt. drowned beyond hail of assistance. This incident Captain Marryat, in his “Olla Podrida," tells occurred some years after my visit to Bangalore; a capital anecdote about a quiet old doctor, who but every Madrasee will recognise in it the fate of had had the misfortune in his old days to contract poor Oakes, Seaton, and Showers. Court-martials a love for a freakish young lady, which terminated were frequent, and I remember one that created a in a brief courtship and hasty marriage. The tremendous sensation, from the ludicrous incident doctor detested gaiety of any kind, and regularly connected with it. The victim was a Captain retired to bed at half.past nine p.m. Not so his

- of -th N. I. He then resided at young wife, who made a point of never missing a Bangalore; and Mrs. Colonel C-, who like a single evening party to which she might chance to mother true attended race-stand, ball, or dinner- be invited. Wearied in spirit, his peaceful slum. party, with six Miss C's under her motherly bers broken and interrupted by the unconscionable wing No fowl was ever more jealous or fearful hours that his pretty wife thought proper to keep,

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the doctor at first remonstrated mildly, then horses, in their carriages ; and yet it is surprising raved and stormed, and finally vowed to bolt his to see the speed some of these bullock carriages wife out if she was not home before midnight. go at. The carriages (called in other parts of The wretched medico watched till that hour, and India, palanquin-carriages, or “shigram poos") are then, with stern determination and strong arm, constructed precisely the same as the palanquins, bolted the truant out for the night. Somewhere only wider, and instead of having poles, they about four p.m., the lady was carried in her are fixed upon springs and wheels, and admit of a palanquin from one of the most delightful balls well in the centre, which lets up or down for the the commandant had ever given. Finding remon- convenience of the inmate. Twice a day, regustrance and tears of no avail with the obdurate old larly for a month, did these wretched bullockdisciple of Æsculapius, she threatened to throw carriages put me into a state of nervous trepidaherself into a well hard by. The doctor only tion, as I feared that each one passing might prove laughed at her threat. Suddenly, the bearers, who to be the doctor's. Time, and a pretty fair conwere set up to the dodge, let drop a huge stone stitution, however, did wonders; but I must here into the well, and simultaneously raised loud protest against the theory, now, thank heavens, lamentations for their lost mistress. Out rushed pretty well exploded, practised by physicians of the the wretched doctor, half distracted, and less than old school, who prohibited drink to the parched half clothed; in stepped madam, and bolted the and miserable fever stricken. I am persuaded I door securely. Alas! too late the medico dis- owe my life to the often and sly visits of that dear covered the ruse--vainly he implored forgiveness old soul, my grandmother, who, despite her failing and admission. There, on the sharp gravel, naked intellect, in any case of emergency like that prefooted and night-shirted, that unhappy man walked sented by my serious illness, was invaluable. to and fro to keep up circulation, till daylight Often and often on the sly has she supplied me revealed his grotesque position to the scores of with tumblers full of weak sherry and water, at young officers bound for morning parade, who the same time, for I was too weak to move from bandied the joke from one to another, until the my bed, quietly disposing of the doctor's draughts luckless doctor was obliged to fly the country. by emptying them out of the window. At last I

But as the Frenchman says, to “Come back recovered, and then the long delayed weddiug took to my muttons" (revenons a nous moutons). Time place. Amongst the guests present was one grew on apace, and in that interval my sister harem scarem young fellow of the Horse Artillery, Jessy and her husband joined us from St. Thomas who turned everything into fun, and profanely Mount. They brought their only daughter with nicknamed the altar the saluting battery, from a them, a child of some two years old, and had momentary pause in the service having led the come with the double object of recruiting health, bridegroom to the conclusion that the ceremony and witnessing Ellen's second wedding. B- was ended, whereupon he kissed the bride, repeatalso had despatched his little son, George, then ing the same at the conclusion of the wedding only eight years old, to be placed early under the service. care of his future mother-in-law, and my other Next day, the newly married couple took their sister, who had been left with the cantankerous departure for Bellary, and we turned our backs old aunt at Tellicherry, wrote urgently to come upon Bangalore, bound for St. Thomas' Mount. and join us again, as, apart from her not relishing The last smile on those loved lips, the last tears a sojourn with her newly found relative, sad havoc that dimmed those loved eyes, they are recorded had been committed by the cholera in the house here, deep in my heart, oh, gentle sister mine! where they were awaiting an opportunity for

never to be erased; but thy fair form has long Bombay, and poor Mrs. S—, the wife of the since crumbled away to dust, and thy pure soul, fierce old judge, had been carried off by a sudden oh, Saviour, grant it, is basking in the glorious and violent death. My nose-tweaking relative set sunshire that never dies. off to fetch her, and eventually we were all collected under the same roof at Bangalore. All save my two elder brothers, who had been sent home one immediately prior to and the other sub.

CHAPTER XII. sequent to my mother's death.

In the interval, before the arrival of Band the celebration of bis nuptials with my sister, SCHOOL-DAYS have very little interest to the I had managed to eat so many raw mangoes, and general reader, and are, with few exceptions, the other unwholesome fruit, that, much to my regret, same old story repeated over and over again through I was seized with an attack of fever, which com- successive generations. The only novelty in mine pelled us to call in the aid of the learned Doctor was the fact of my commencing in India, where C-, above alluded to. His daily visits, and the greater number of boys were half-castes and the abominations he prescribed, reminds me of one Portuguese, with all that inherent roguery about thing at Bangalore, which has a very novel and them which unfortunately stamps these unhappy absurd appearance to strangers. I allude to the races. My first schoolmaster was, however, a practice of driving bullocks, in lieu of ponies or thorough scholar and a perfect gentleman—the

SCHOOL-DAYS.

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son of Mr. Exley, a mathematician of no mean with terror at the time, can now afford to be smiled repute. In common with two others, I was a at. In Major E. I found a staunch and excellent parlour boarder; and of those two, one is now a friend. My own relations had some months quitted captain in H.M.'s 94th Foot. Our privilege con- the Mount for Penang, where F, had been appointed sisted in dining with the family, and sleeping apart Staff-officer of Artillery, and B. (my sister Ellen from the common herd of boarders, who were being dead) was then at Cuddalore, so that I had nightly locked up in dormitary detached from no one to fly to in my trouble but Major E. I the house and school-room. In all other respects believe the voracity with which I devoured that we fared alike. Not many months, however, after breakfast inspired E. with the notion that I had my being placed under his care, my worthy school. been starved for a fortnight; he accordingly demaster sickened and died, very much to the sorrow termined that I should not return to the school of even the younger boys—and if this is not proof until after he had communicated with my guardian, of kindness in a schoolmaster, I do not know what and as to do this a fortnight must necessarily inis. There was that in his mild and loveable dis- tervene, I had the unspeakable pleasure of a long position which commanded universal esteem, and holiday, with the best of fare and the kindest of though, of necessity, compelled to exercise occa- treatment, eventually resulting in my removal to sional severity, and flourish the birch-broom of another school, and thence to Old England for a childhood's terrors, all such castigations were in space. Fariably administered in a separate and private And what are my souvenirs of English school. apartment, which gave painful evidence of refined days ? What can rival their happiness or their delicacy, such as is seldom to be met with in a fleetness! Shall I tell of the terrible old professor pedagogue. With tears in our eyes, we used to in mathematics, whose dreams were of right-angled acknowledge this fact to each other, and all joined triangles, and who nightly thrashed his second wife in deploring the premature loss of so excellent a because she could not master Greek ? How he man.

hammered it into her head with—" Alpha, woman! The day after Mr. E.'s funeral, his place and I tell ye the first Mrs. M. spoke Greek divinely !" authority were unworthily usurped by his bro. How, fusty and ancient in his ideas, he looked ther-in-law-a dark-eyed, beetle-browed young upon all modern literature and wit as foolish and man, who introduced himself into the schoolroom insipid, quoting Socrates, and nobody knows who in company with a bundle of rattan canes, carefully not besides, in support of his opinion? How he prepared against the emergencies of the day. Un- loved to set down a punster by saying—"Call that accustomed as the boys had been (and some of a poon, sir? I tell you what was a poon. When them were big, sturdy fellows, verging upon Alcibiades asked Socrates whether it was true that eighteen) to such proceedings, a general spirit of a raven would live a hundred and forty years, the discontent seized upon the school ; one or two latter told him that he had better keep one and try ! unhappy dunces felt the weight of the new master's Ha! now, sir, that's a poon, sir !---that's a real fist, and that night, before bed-time, a plot for poon !" Shall I further dilate upon how this deserting was arranged, which was carried out with learned doctor (for learned he undoubtedly was) signal success long before daylight the next morn- literally astonished the weak minds of us younging. Some dozen youngsters, and amongst others sters by ideal descriptions of Scripture localities myself, made a bolt of it. I could have formed and persons, until we were impressed with a vague very indefinite plans as to the course to be pursued, notion that he was another Wandering Jew, and and in my urgent hurry to be off, I forgot my cap had been co temporary with the people he de.

-a very unfortunate neglect in so hot a climate. scribed ? How, when a boy asked him innocently Little dauuted, however, I started off towards the why it happened that so little mention was made mount, and ran till I could run no longer, when I in Scripture of so important a character as Pontius rested in hedges and byeways until I revived. Hea. Pilate, the doctor gravely replied—“Puntius Pi. vens! how I trembled at every noise that was late, sir, was a young dandy in the streets of Rum raised behind me! How my fevered imagination (Rome), sir. He lived, sir, at 147, Tiber-street, pictured the borrible nightmare of our new master Rum, sir. He was a wild young man, sir, till in full cry, with half a dozen rods in pickle against his friend Agoostos tuk him by the hand, sir, and my return!

With what joy and weariness Iappinted him governor of Jerusalem !” Shall I sighted the old familiar parade-ground and church, further tell how he hated all females to intrude and so made straight for the house of the staff upon his studies, and invariably told us boys to officer, Major E., who happened just to be sitting "take that woman away" when a little girl, only down to breakfast, and who started and stared at threr years old, came playing into the room ? How the apparition that presented itself before him as he also invariably stopped at the corner of streets thongh he had been electrified. How be laughed when heavy, timber-laden waggons were passing, till he cried again when I breathlessly told him my and mentally calculated the angle of the sweep to sorrows, and then made me sit down and eat å within a few inches of his nose, until one day his breakfast with the appetite and relish of an ogre! calculations failed, and a large log sent him flying All these are souvenirs long firmly closed up in into the mud ? How he would stand, and had the strong box of memory, and though mingled | stood for goodness knows how many years, at the

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