Jack would not hazard a glance at Winifred: but, quitting the church, got into an adjoining meadow, and watched the party slowly ascending the road leading to Dollis Hill. At a turn in the road he perceived Winifred looking anxiously towards him, and when she discovered him she waved her hand. Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a small yew-tree, discovered a new-made grave. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it." I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William Morgan. Here, Peter," he added to a curlyheaded lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs," ask your father to step this way. The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. "It's Mrs. Sheppard's grave,-the mother of the famous housebreaker," said Morgan, in answer to Jack's inquiry; " and it's well they let her have Christian burial after all-for they say she destroyed herself for her son. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday, and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends." Jack could stand no more. Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands he hurried out of the churchyard. "By my soul," said the sexton," that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days." Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon, absorbed in grief. Meantime a change had taken place in the weather. The day had become suddenly overcast; the wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. Just then a carriage, drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. At this moment the bell began to toll in a peculiar manner, announcing the approach of the corpse. The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr. Wood and Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bareheaded, and in his surplice, advanced to meet them. Having read the three first verses of the impressive service appointed for the burial of the dead, he returned to the church, whither the coffin was carried through the southwestern door, and placed in the centre of the aisle-Mr. Wood and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance behind. Jack had been touched in the morning, but he was now completely prostrated. In the midst of the holy place, which he had formerly profaned, lay the body of his unfortunate mother, and he could not help looking upon her untimely end as the retributive vengeance of Heaven for the crime he had committed. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes, and half fancied he beheld, shad 892 A ed by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard. The carriage, which it has been mentioned drove up to the Six Bells, contained four persons,-Jonathan Wild, his two janizaries, and his porter, Obadiah Lemon. As soon as they had got out, the vehicle was drawn up at the back of a tree near the cage. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but he preferred waiting. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he returned, despatched Abraham and Obadiah to the north-west corner of the church, placed Quilt behind a buttress near the porch, and sheltered himself behind one of the mighty elms. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. Jonathan mixed with the group, and, sure of his prey, abided his time. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of heaven on his own head. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. But such was the violence of his grief,-such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. That person advanced towards him. "I have killed her," cried Jack." You have," rejoined Jonathan, laying a forcible grasp on his shoulder. "You are my prisoner." Jack started to his feet; but before he could defend himself, his right arm was grasped by the Jew, who had silently approached him. "Hell-hounds !" he cried; "release me !" At the same moment Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that, stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave. "Wretch !" cried Jack. 66 Are you not content with the crimes you have committed, but you must carry your villany to this point. Look at the poor victim at your feet." Jonathan made no reply, but ordered his myrmidons to drag the prisoner along. Thames, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, and was about to rush on Jonathan; but he was withheld by Wood. "Do not shed more blood," cried the carpenter. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. A small brickbat was thrown, whichstruck Jonathan in the face. |