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he turned to her again), “nay, fear it not. A thee. How dost thou not know that, when thoa curse rests on the entire race of man, but 'tis art thrown into the more active scenes of life, they made impotent by God's great love and mercy. will not break from the reins of the government, Trust to that mercy, mother, and all will be well. and drag thee onwards in the same mad course Shall the foul ministers of darkness bave more thine ancestors have ruu before thee. Better power the

the emissaries of heaven? Mother, die this night than live for such a doom. But if the fabled curse of the outraged victim of our thou shalt be tried-and thus, with the speed ancestor has worked for a long hundred years, of thought, each place and stirring scene of how is it? Because men, by their own wild human life shall be presented to thine heart and deeds, their reckless lives, have helped that curse soul. In that visionary world temptations shall to work. Evil needs the encouragement of evil assail thee, and dark spirits lure thee on to ill. to foster it; resistance blunts the shaft which Each temptation shall come as strongly to thee Satan points against us, and makes his darts fall as it could come didst thou live among the worldly helpless to the ground. Droop not, dear mother. throng. Trust in God, in whom alone man may trust “ This is thy test. If thou failest, then let the without fear of disappointment. It may be, mo- curse fall on thee; and thy life pay the forfeit. ther, that this night the great sins of our race may But stand thou firm, and thou art safe, and the bring on me the judgment of that race-extinction ; curse shall recoil from thee. but if so, another world is brighter than this pre- • Ere the blood of those who now are here have sent one, mine own mother."

made the circuit of their bodies, shall all these He smiled so gently on her as he spoke. scenes both come and go, and life or death be cast

“Evan, and all my good friends here, cast off before thee." this gloom. Shall one spectre form affright ye, The voice ceased, and a blaze of meteoric light when, could the windows of your soul be opened, fell on that crowded hall, holding all in susthe dull senses of your mind be cleared, ye would pension. But through the soul of Ivor there perceive thousands of beings from the spirit world shot a sharp and acrid pain. pervading what now seems empty space.

Ye

He thought he stood in the busy world where would draw courage from the sight, as ye beheld angel's of brightness, watching waiting, to lead heart bled, and he would have taken the injurer

one he loved had wronged him cruelly. His sad from the treacherous lures of crime.

to him, and pardoned all, but a voice whispered in "It is ingratitude to fear, when help is promised his ear. " Revenge is sweet; 'tis cowardly to to those who ask that help. But, what is that forget so easily. "Shall the great Lord Ivor, the melody which rises o'er mine ear ? Listen, mother, scion of a noble race, be wronged, and not resent listen,” and a hymn rose on the night air. Whence

the wrong? Does a woman's feeling spirit dwell it came none could tell, but it seemed like count.

in his heart, and whisper words of mocking charity! less voices melting into one, and through them Charity! another name—a cloak for fear—and all he heard the words, "Ivor, thy words were

that which is the result of fear-forgiveness !” words of wisdom ; but would'st thou act up to them in the hour of trial ? Art thou stronger

And Ivor raised bis band, and would have than those who have gone before thee? It may insidiously the venomed words crept through bis

smote and slain him who had wronged him—for be that thou art, for a strength seems to dwell in thee greater than thine own. Thou dost speak

soul, 'till every angry feeling stirred within him. of others, who by their deeds have helped the

But a soft wing interposed, and hid the agcurse to work. How have their lives been spent, gressor from his sight; and a voice full of tender and how bas thine ? Theirs, in the active service sadness murmured, “Beware.” But the angry of the world, where good is but too often drowned feelings gathered strength in Ivor's breast; and in the great flood of evil; thine in the dim se.

when he would have cast them forth he could not. clusion of this castle, afar from the temptations Now they tore and chased his smartirg spirit, and of that world. If thou wert circumstanced as

then they burled him down, and trampled on him they, perhaps thou might, like them, become a

till he cried for aid and help. thing of guilt.”

Then in a scowling mass they fled, and Ivor hid "I would pray for help to save me.”

himself again. “ Thou think'st so; but how canst thou be A form stood at his side. A form of human sure of this untried ? Absence from temptation loveliness, and the wounded soul of Ivor clung to is absence from the proof of power to resist it for healing. “Gentle maiden;" and she temptation.” “Thou hast said that crime pro- smiled on him, and twined her arms about his duced the curse. 'Tis writ, the curse causeless neck, and pressed ber kisses on his lips. "Gentle shall not come;' coming from some cause, it maiden, I am sore distraught by the stormy flees not till the cause be past." "By the passions of the human heart, and I am tempted by unrestricted passions of the human heart, it cruel wrong almost to hate my kind; but thou, came in thee and thine; by the same

shalt make me love them. I will give up all through each successive generation it has been and dwell with thee in some fair isle, wbere perpetuated. These same passions dwell in flowers shall strew our path, and birds sing their

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wild melodies in our charmed ear. Thou wilt be kindness ? that he lets vice remain unscathed, and mine, dear one ?

virtue suffer, and cry, and weep, and feel, and And she clasped her arms about his neck again, think itself deserted ? and pressed her kisses on his lips a second time. But Ivor heard no more: his soul was wrapt But the kisses scorched and burnt, and her arms in prayer. He cried, “Have mercy on my weakgrasped him like chains of iron, and he could not ness, ignorance, and clothe me in the armour of escape from her 'till he cried, 'Save me, or I thy faith, that I may vanquish this insidious foe. perish.''

Why vice for a time should seem to go unThen she fled. Her blue eyes changed to stars scathed, and evil be permitted, I know not, but of fire--her face to rage and hate.

show me that it is because thou dost see it good And now a seer stood by the side of Ivor; a that it should be. man of years, and thought, and learning. “ Now “Let me draw wisdom from the contemplation of youth,” he said, " thou hast escaped the vices of the greatest permitted wrong, the cruelest death the world, and her vile blandishments ; follow me, which worked out so much everlasting good, and and I will keep thee safe from all temptation. let me argue from it to this wily fiend, that Thou art young, poor youth, and foolish; but I lesser wrong than this may be made to work out am wise and old, and can guide thee safely. | lesser good, but still good to thine own faithful Listen to me-Thou needest wisdom such as mine. I children. 'Lord of all might and power save

Then Ivor's heart was filled with joy. “ Praise me or I perish.' And Ivor bent his knee, and be to God," he cried, and he turned to his com- bowed his head, as the prayer rose from his heart. panion ; but a sneer dwelt on the old man's face. Aud where the seer had stood was a dark fiead “Praise !" he cried; “ thou art too young to dare of malice. to praise. Learn how to praise, before thou dost Raging with hatred, disappointment, impotent address Omnipotence.” "Too young," and Ivor to ruin, naught could it do but prey upon its own paused ; " too young! yet he bath said that 'out upholy nature ; and gnaw, and chase, and tear itself, of the mouths of babes and sucklings praise has and threaten wildly, and then flee, shrieking, from been perfected.'"

itself, and others like itself-flee helpless, power"Poor erring youth !" and the old man smiled, less ! It had none to crave help from, for it had " thou art too credulous. Thou must not take all | crushed help with infidelity; and it was powerless, that is writ as 'tis writ. Exercise thine own for it had found a power stronger than its own. judgment, for what else was that judgment given, and believe that which it tells thee to believe. Now hearken to me," and with lengthy words, and The world of dreams was gone, and Lord Ivor arguments, and subtle reasonings, be entered on clasped his mother's trembling hand. the subject of all faith. He brought bis human “Fear not, dear mother;" he said. “ he has intellect to bear on the great theme. To that he promised help to those who ask that help.And he turned each point; by that he doubted or be took up the sentence where he had left it ere the lieved.

vision came upon him; and it seemed, to those And the bright mind of Ivor drank in the who listened, as though he had paused but a second poisoned draught - drank till that mind reeled in his speech.

A even thirsted, and the parched soul cried “More, meteor dashed madly through the star-lit sky, and more, more"— but cried in vain; for the fount of sank in the dim horizon. human wisdom was dry, and bad not one drop to "Didst thou behold, my mother ? 'Twas a lost quench the fever it bad created.

soul sinking into its eternal night. Look on me Then Ivor raised his straining eyes to heaven now, mother, for I am with thee, by the might of and prayed, "Remove this dreadful state far Him who gave me to thee.” from me, this dreadful doubt." The seer smiled Then the voices rose in their song of praise ; but still.

one was mute. " Dost thou sicken of the draught thou didst “ Evan' - and Lord Ivor knelt beside the faithquaff so eagerly? But thou hast imbibed it, and ful servant- ." Is thy sand so nearly run ? tly weary it stirs in thee still. Can thy prayer save thee? race now over ? Farewell, old friend; thy glazing How dost thou know the power thou dost call on eyes are fixed on me, but thy soul is looking towards can help thee? How dost thou know He is? God. Farewell ! A few more years of mortal life, Thou canst neither see nor hear Him. He is and then all here must take the path thou takest afar perchance---if, indeed, He be at all! I am leave earth, and all that earth contains, the friends, beside thee. Thou dost see, and touch, and listen the dear loved friends, the scenes, the hopes, the to me. Thy reason tells thee that I am, but high ambitions, or the grovelling pleasures, and wbere is the He whom thou dost thus address ? the wealth, the hard-gained wealth, of which, Lives be in the dreamy haunts of nature ? in the perchance, so dear a purchase has been made, and glen, the dale, the lofty summit of the moun- lie as thou art lying, a senseless piece of clay. tain range, or in the busy traffic of the town. Woe to the wretched soul which has existed If in the latter, is he a God of mercy, love or but to minister to the wants and wishes of that

with its own intoxicating power drank till it There was a long and piercing shriek.

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clay, and has not had a thought or hope beyond | icicles sparkled like wintry diamonds on the trees, it."

when the starving robin came to man's friendly casement for the food which nature had sealed

from him—then Lord Ivor would sit by the gleamYears passed over Lord Ivor's head; his face ing fire, the great clumps of wood blazing so became marked by time, and care impressed her cheerily, and throwing their ruddy glow upon wrinkles on it. His locks were white with age ; his venerable face--and he would talk to those his form was bent, his steps were feeble.

who clustered round him to his children-chilBut young and stalwart arms were offered for dren now no longer, but youths and maidenshis support

, and young, and warm, and loving hearts almost men and women, and tell them of his breathed their affection in the ear of him whom boyhood, and far beyond it, to the wild legends of they called " father.” And at Christmas, when the the castle, and of the curse, and how it came, and snow lay thick upon the ground, when the crisp / how it went.

THE DREAMER AND THE WORK E R.

1.—THE DREAMER, Sitting alone, I watch the firelight's gleams,

As the red embers Atfully expire ;
Feeding my hoart with Fancy's empty dreams-

Dreaming alone beside a failing Gre.
There, in yon grate, once more can Fancy view

Faces, long-lost, of friends grown strangely cold-
Friends whom fond boyhood deemed would aye be truo,

Ere manhood's heart with grief grew sadly old. There is the home which once I called my own;

There are the fields where, happy boy, I played ; Come back to me, fresh feelings, early flown ;

Como back, dear days beneath the greenwood shade ! Lonely I sit; yet, I am not alone ;

Here, ushered in by memory, oomest thou, Dearest of all to dreamy boyhood known;

Dearer, though dead, than fairer maidens nom. Idols I've made, -and found them common clay

Since first I lost the light of those dear eyes, Winning me back te virtue's peaceful way“

Preaching to me like saintliest homilies. Sit by my side—and be my penance this :

Sadly to think of all I used to be (When with pure lip I met thy girlish kiss),

Till grief, through shame, shall worthy grow of thee. Though thou art dead, it is a craven part

Idly to mourn, or, madlier, sin, I ween; Base to degrade, by joyless vice, a heart

Which once to love and thee a shrine had been.

II.-THE WORKER.
Oh! tell me not that life is dark--that hope hath fled for

aye,
The sun is still behind each clond-perchance 'twill shine

to-day; Oh! tell me not that life is dark-—what, if thy heart be

faint ? Shalt thou so strive to win weak hearts to echo tay false

plaint ? What, if thy Past wero wasted time ?—thy Present is thiae

own ; Life is a field wherein to sow, and reap when that is done : What, when the Present's corn doth stand, with rich, ripe,

golden ears, Wilt thou sit down and dream of want with a dotard's idle

tears The harvest's ready to thy hand, --if labourers be few, There's more remaining thus in store for the gallant hearts

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Sit by my side--ah! 'twere a vain request.

Fool! fool am I!-false Fancy's willing slave : Pale, shrouded form, thou peacefully dost rest;

Spring's withered daisies fade upon thy grave. Yet it is well that I sit here forlorn,

Watching this fire with dim, tear-clouded eyes : Thas-to a heart the world too long hath wora

Angel-like come its “BROKEN MEMORIES !"

Up to the field and do it, before the set of son;
Stay not in-doors repining that thou must lonely be;
Know that abroad are loving hearts, who only wait for thee!
Look up! God's san is shining through the cloads in

yonder sky;
While thou art looking backward, where the Past's dead

flowerets lie.
Man! while there's work for mauliood, art idly gazing back,
And roving with sad memory adown a barren track ?
Oh ! dreary-hearted brother mine, come, listen unto me,-
Come, let us speak together, for I have mourned like thee;
I, too, have been a dreamer-dreaming drearily as thos,
But my eyes, thank God I are opened, and I look right 08-
ward now!

W. B. B. S.

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TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OF A COSMOPOLITE'S LIFE ;

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THE CITY OF MADRAS.

CHAPTER XXII.

shops. What a vast variety in costume, complexion, and creed does this spectacle present !

What a wonderful, yet gradual, dimunition from MADRAS may be said to be sub-divided into so many the sublime to the ridiculous as regards the various different districts, extending over a large extent of vehicles that pass under notice ! Foremost and country, which, though unconnected by consecutive most elegant amongst these latter is the carriage streets, are linked together by one or two main of his Excellency the Governor, preceded and folroads, and constitute a long succession of well- lowed by troopers in the handsome uniform of the cultivated and well-kept gardens. The chief dis. Indian body guards. Next in rank are some of tricts of Madras are the Black Town, Vipery, the private carriages, which are equal to many that Kitpauk, and the Adyab. Most of the mercantile exhibit themselves in Regent-street, and, in all firmis and all the Government offices are situated probability, have been manufactured at the same near the north beach, and consist of two or three shops and exported to India. Yet the Madras rows of very elegantly-built houses, called the Presidency boasts of many good carriage builders, first, second, and third line beach. Neither is harness makers, and livery stable keepers. Now Madras destitute of its Petticoat-lane. Witness and then a rumbling old barouche, badly deficient of the notorious, thieving bazaars, where unhappy springs, and drawn by veritable apothecaries' nags, victims may hourly encounter sundry goods and bespeak some family in reduced circumstances, chattels, their lawful property, but which, owing possibly a widow, with a whole retinue of daughto the peculative propensities of some of the native ters, who are all marriageable and provokingly servants, have found their way into this neigh-healthy with keen appetites. The widow's small bourhood, and are boldly exposed to sale. The pension, by dint of great self-denial, has enabled West End of Madras is the Mount Road and the her to educate these girls at some second-class Adyab. Here, in magnificent country residences, boarding-school in England, and after a severe rusticate Anglo-Indian nabobs, men possessing struggle, she has at last succeeded in getting them fabulous wealth, or in the receipt of princely in all out to India again. Had the father lived, the comes; princely merchants, whose hospitality is chances are that puny old judges and opulent colunbounded and unfettered by any of those chilling | lectors would be now counted amongst the clivalformalities of English etiquette so congenial to rous few that surround the carriage, and chat with the cold, heartless atmosphere of the same class the girls as they drive to and fro. As it is, howof people in England. Balls and dinner parties ever, they may not aspire to bigher than a sub. are the order of the day ; once a year the races, altern or an assistant surgeon. And, after all, and oftentimes amateur theatricals. The only this is, perhaps, the happiest thing that could class who hold an anomalous position are the happen for the girls themselves there is some shopkeepers, yet many of these, gentlemen by birth chance of ages and dispositions being matched and education, their equals if not their superiors some hope of ardent sympathy and love--hopes in fortune, are foolishly deterred from mixing with that are too often quenched at the very outset of the haut ton. Yet, notwithstanding this high- | life, in many a fair and loveable girl, who, for parcaste feeling, and the fact that many who exclude simony's sake, and a victim to her proud and these gentlemen from their festive boards, are Mammon-worshipping parents, falls to the lot of indebted to them to the tune of several thousands some nankeen-breeched old civilian, rather more of pounds, they nevertheless find no scruple in advanced in years than the girl's own grandfather, popping in just conveniently at tiffin time, and of and half a century in advance of him as regards a partaking unsparingly of the costly wines and broken-down constitution. viands regularly spread out for the benefit of the The most singular turn cut that drives along partners and their clerks, or any friends who may the north beach is that of bis Excellency the Nabob make themselves welcome at that hour.

of Arcot, one of those Mussulman pensioners who From sunrise to within an hour of sunset, few, eat Jack Company's salt to the tune of soine thouthe visiting fashionables excepted, are to be met sands of pounds per mensem, aud lay wait, like with in the streets, or rather roads, of Madras. Nana Sahib, only for a fair opportunity to evince About five p.m., however, the drives and rides their gratitude. His Excellency is a dull looking leading to the north and south beach are crowded individual, wit a jaundiced complexion and a very with a motley assemblage of citizens, either going dark, long, bristly beard. His Hindoo turban and forth for the sake of enjoying the cool evening muslin robes are highly scented with sandal wood breeze and for the benefit of exercise, or are ---a requisite precaution, considering the interval wending their way homewards, after a hot and that will elapse before the said robes fall in with tedious day's toil at their respective offices or soap-suds and clean water again. His three friend's

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who invariably accompany him in his drives, are People get home and dine in a hurry. Barovery much like repetitions of the Nabob himself. meters indicate a great change in the weather, and His carriage is a despicable old rattle-trap, drawn preparations are being made to evade the violence by four sorry nags, and driven by postillions, whose of an approaching hurricane. livery is a disgrace to the profession. He, too, has his troopers ; some bootless, some with one boot and one shoe, and not one with corresponding jackets or head-dresses. The only thing I have

CHAPTER XXIII. ever seen to equal them are the irregular soldiers in Turkey. Next to the Nabob

Ranasawing SITUATED about two hours pleasant drive from Chinnatwerby Chitty," the opulent and corpulens Madras, is Ennore, the Brighton, Hastings, and native money-lender, riding, cross-legged, in his St. Leonards of Madras, all three combined in one. hackerry, which is drawn by a little Brahminy | For though invalids sometimes resort to St. bull, and driven by an exceedingly black individual | Thomé for the benefit of the sea breeze, St. Thomé in alarmingly light costume, his head shaved, all can scarcely be considered as distinct from the but an upright tust, in the centre of the crown, and long and rambling district of Madras itself. Nov shining like a highly-polished ebony ball. Tinkle, Ennore, on the contrary, is parted off by a quantinkle; jingle, jingle-merrily sound the little bells tity of intermediate meadow ground and paddy in the hackery and round the little bull's neck, as fields. The drive thither is quite rustic, and the the driver flourishes his whip, and the little bull scenery on arrival charming beyond the stranger's steps out to its utmost speed. Merrily cachinates most sanguine expectations. In the first place, the little fat Chitty inside of his hackerry, as shoe. the houses that constitute this convalescent reless and cross-legged, he ruminates over the day's treat, are all carefully built ; of exceedingly pretty spoils, and glories in reckoning up the dupes and structure, and situated on the shores of a very victims he has gulled that blessed day. Thirty extensive Jake, which communicate by a very per cent. per annum and good security in hand. narrow channel with the sea, and is, consequently, Duly legalised receipts, and more substantial safe- a splendid reservoir of all the most delicious guards, in the shape of costly rings and other Indian fishes, commencing with the incomparable jewellery. Slyly the Chitty smiles as he meditates pomphret, aud finishing with goodly sized and å terrific onslaught on the curry, and rice, and well-favored prawns. In addition to the private ghee, and other like dainties, simmering away residences, there was one convalescent bungalow against his return home. He can afford to be ex- pro bono publico, and a large mansion, known as travagant to-day and indulge in an extra platter of Compton-house, which was also thrown open for butter.

the benefit of the sick and suffering. This retreat Ladies and gentlemen in carriages-ladies and from the noise, and din, and dust of Madras, was gentlemen in gigs, phaetons, and tandems-ladies one of the greatest enjoyments recorded on me. and gentlemen on horseback-poor clerks, limited mory's tablets, during my frequent sojournings in to shanks' mare-people in palanquins-people on Madras. The delightful bustle and preparation

' -foot--people in white, green, red, blue, every of packing up for this occasion, the extraordinary colour of the rainbow---people in tight-fitting cos- and extensive suburban costumes, deemed indis. tumes--people in loose-flowing robes-people in pensable with, and inseparable from, a visit to shocking bad hats—people with no hats at all - | Ennore. The hats with alarming brims—the people in primæval costumes—children in no cos. loose, wide, sailor-like inexpressibles, made of tume at all; the perpetual murmuring roar of the gaily-striped gingham--the dark blue silk jackets surf, as it rolls heavily upon the beach-voices with capacious pockets--the utter contempt for like the sound of many waters, mingling with the braces and waistcoat--the mania for fishing-rods sighing of the breeze-noisy crows in myriads, and spy-glasses—all these betokened on the part of cawing overhead-catamaran men drawing in their the gentlemen mighty preparations for aquatic catamarans for the night, and securing them far enjoyments. And the ladies—what a merry life beyond the reach of the waves — the intense of bustle and confusion was theirs! What myssilence that succeeds, as the night closes in--all terious looking hampers suddenly made their these indicate, beyond a doubt, the approach of appearance under sideboards, and in every available some great meteorological change. The sea breeze nook and corner of the room. What a perpetual gradually subsides, and people drive home as fast boiling of hams, and tongues, and shrimps ! what as they can, always preceded by those indefatigable, a cheerful array of long necked champaigne botuntiring grooms, who, with a light lantern in either tles, apoplectic beer ditto, and attenuated claret hand, run before the fastest trotting horses, always bottles ! What biscuits and cakes, and gingeroutstripping them in speed; always sound in wind; bread, sardins and pickled herrings! Then my always holloaing and bellowing “Ho! bo!” to recollection makes me feel young again, and buoy. warn foot passengers off the carriage track, and ant as a cork. As for the children, there was no hackeries and other conveyances of the approach keeping them within the bounds of decorum, cren of another carriage.

under the terrorem of fearful threats. No close

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