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The baker offered you a seat, which you re " As to that, you'll not have to complain ; jected in dismay; and, to tell the truth, it except the plash of the sea at the foot of was half in the hope of witnessing another those cliffs, you'll never hear a sound here." outburst of your indignation that I went * It's a bold thing of you to make me across and said, “Would you accept a place so comfortable, Lyle. When I wrote to sir?'
I was coming, my head was full “ And was I not overwhelmed with joy- of what we call country-house life, with all was it not in a transport of gratitude that I its hustle and racket-noisy breakfasts and embraced your offer?"
noisier luncheons, with dinners as numerous “I know you very nearly embraced my as tables d'hôte. I never dreamed of such a maid as you lifted her off the car."
paradise as this. May I dine here all alone “ And, by the way, where is Patience?” when in the humor ?" added Mrs. Trafford.
6. You are to be all your own master,
and “She's coming on, some fashion, with the do exactly as you please. I need not say, swell's luggage,' ,” added she, dropping her though, that I will scarce forgive you if
you voice to a whisper-eight trunks, eleven grudge us your company." carpet-bags, and four dressing-boxes, besides " I'm not always up to society. I'm growwhat I thought was a show-box, but it is ing a little footsore with the world, Lyle, only a shower-bath.”
and like to lie down in the shade." "My people will take every care of her,” “ Lewis told me you were writing a book said Maitland.
-a novel, I think he said," said Mark. “ Is Fenton still with you ?” asked Mark. “ I write a book! I never thought of such
“ Yes; he had some thoughts of leaving a thing. Why, my dear Lyle, the fellows me lately; he said he thought he'd like to who—like myself—know the whole thing, retire—that he'd take a consulate or a bar- never write! Haven't you often remarked rackmastership-but I laughed him out of that a man who has passed years of life in a it.”
foreign city loses all power of depicting its Sir Arthur and Lady Lyle had now come traits of peculiarity, just because, from habit, down to welcome the new arrivals; and they have ceased to strike him as strange ? greetings and welcomes and felicitations re- So it is. Your thorough man of the world sounded on all sides.
knows life too well to describe it. No, no; “Come along with me, Maitland,” said it is the creature that stands furtively in the Mark, hurrying his friend away. “Let me flats that can depict what goes on in the show
you your quarters ; " and as he moved comedy. Who are your guests ?” off he added, " What a piece of ill-luck it Mark ran over the names carelessly. that you
should have chanced upon the 66 All new to me, and I to them. Don't greatest bores of our acquaintance !-people introduce me, Mark; leave me to shake 80 detestable to me, that if I hadn't been ex- down in any bivouac that may offer. I'll pecting your visit I'd have left the house this not be a bear if people don't bait me. You morning.”
understand?" “ I don't know that,” said Maitland, half “ Perhaps I do.” languidly; “ perhaps I have grown more “ There are no foreigners ? That's a loss. tolerant, or more indifferent—what may be They season society though they never make another name for the same thing - but I it, and there's an evasive softness in French rather liked the young women.
Have we that contributes much to the courtesies of any more stairs to mount?'
life. So it is—the habits of the Continent “ No; here you are ;
" and Mark red- to the wearied man of the world are just like dened a little at the impertinent question. loose slippers to a gouty man. People learn “ I have put you here, because this was an to be intimate there without being familiarold garçon apartment I arranged for myself a great point, Mark.” before I came back from India ; and
“ By the way-talking of that same familyour bath-room yonder, and your servant, iarity—there was a young fellow who got the on the other side of the terrace."
habit of coming here, before I returned from “It's all very nice, and seems very quiet,” India, on such easy terms, that I found him said Maitland.
installed like one of ourselves. He had his
room, his saddle-horse, a servant that waited “ Yes, he left this the same day.” on him, and who did his orders, as if he were " And where for ?” a son of the family. I cut the thing very “ I never asked. The girls, I suppose, know short when I came home, by giving him a all about his movements. I overhear muttermessage to do some trifling service, just as I ings about poor Tony at every turn. Tell me, would have told my valet. He resented, left Maitland,” added he, with more earnestness, the house, and sent me this letter next morn- " is this letter a thing I can notice? Is it not ing.”
a regular provocation ?" “ Not much given to letter-writing, I see,” “ It is, and it is not,” said Maitland, as he muttered Maitland, as he read over Tony's lighted a cigar, puffing the smoke leisurely epistle ; " but still the thing is reasonably between his words. " If he were a man that well put, and means to say, give me a chance, you would chance upon at every moment, and I'm ready for you. What's the name ? meet at your club, or sit opposite at dinner, Buller?"
the thing would fester into a sore in its own “No; Butler-Tony Butler they call him time ; but here is a fellow, it may be, that here."
you'll never see again, or if so, but on distant “ What Butlers does he belong to ?” asked terms : I'd say, put the document with your Maitland, with more interest in his manner. tailor's bills, and think no more of it."
- No Butlers at all—at least none of any Lyle nodded an assent and was silent. standing. My sisters, who swear by this fel " I say, Lyle," added Maitland, after a molow, will tell you that his father was a colo- ment, “ I'd advise you never to speak of the nel and C.B., and I don't know what else ; fellow-never discuss him. If your sisters and that his uncle was, and I believe is, a bring up his name, let it drop unnoticed ; it certain Sir Omerod Butler, minister or ex-min- is the only way to put the tombstone on such ister somewhere; but I have my doubts of all memories. What is your
dinner-hour here?” the fine parentage, seeing that this youth lives “ Late enough, even for you-eight.” with his mother in a cottage here that stands 6. That is civilized. I'll come down-at in the rent-roll at £18 per annum.
least to-day,” said he, after a brief pause ; “ There is a Sir Omerod Butler," said Mait-" and now leave me.” land, with a slow, thoughtful enunciation. When Lyle withdrew, Maitland leaned on
“ But if he be this youth's uncle, he never the window-sill, and ranged his eyes over the knows nor recognizes him. My sister, Mrs. bold coast-line beneath him. It was not, Trafford, has the whole story of these people, however, to admire the bold promontory of and will be charmed to tell it to you." Fairhead, or the sweeping shore that shelved
“I have no curiosity in the matter,” said at its base; nor was it to gaze on the rugged Maitland, languidly. “ The world is really outline of those perilous rocks which stretched 80 very small, that by the time a man reaches from the Causeway far into the open sea ;my age, he knows every one that is to be his mind was far, far away from the spot, known in it. And so,” said he, as he looked deep in cares and wiles and schemes, for his again at the letter, “ he went off, after send- was an intriguing head, and had its own ing you the letter ? "
store of knaveries.
A PUBLICATION which may have a considerable ; lication consists of some pages of notes of recent class-interest is one of which the first number and current law decisions, on thin paper, and so has just been issued by Mr. Day of Carey Street, arranged that they may be clipped out and pasted Lincoln's Inn, under the title of “ Justice's No- in the standard legal works of reference under tanda : Including Cases relating to Local Man- their respective heads, so as to bring the law on agement Boards, Boards of Health, Burial any matter in these books down to the latest Boards, Highway Boards, Vestry Boards, Bor- point. The editor believes that much trouble ough Boards, Parish_oficers, Friendly Socie- would thus be saved, especially to non-professional ties, etc., etc." By Tenison Edwards, Esq., of persons who require to know current law. the Inner Temple, Barrister-at-Law. The pub
No. 1015.14 November, 1863.
1. The Battle of Gettysburg and the Campaign in Pennsylvania,
Blackwood's Magazine, 2. The Perpetual Curate- Part 5
Chronicles of Carlingford, 3. The Case of the Pirates,
N. Y. Evening Post, 4. The Freedmen in Virginia,
Miss Rhoda W. Smith, 5. Death of Wm. Sturgis,
Boston Daily Advertiser, 6. The Earthquake in London ;-German Declaration
of War;-Britannia Hoists her Storm-Drum. Punch, 7. The British Iron-Clads,
N. Y. Evening Post,
291 316 328 329 330
POETTY.—As Many as I Love, 290. Love's Inconsistencies, 290. Lines to a Clergyman who says Slavery is not a Sin, 290. Via Crucis, Via Lucis, 335. To Robert Gould Shaw, 335. Our Dead, 335. Mark's Mother, 336. Who and Whence, 336.
SHORT ARTICLES.—Literary and Scientific Intelligence, 315. Mr. Carlyle, 315. Solar Light, 334. Lighthouse Illumination by Electricity, 334. History of Poland, by Count Walewski, 334.
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290 AS MANY AS I LOVE.-LOVE'S INCONSISTENCIES.
No sin to steal the clinging child
From the fond mother's dear embrace,
And leave her broken-hearted, wild,
And crazed, to curse her ebon race ! The shadows fall upon our sunny hours ;
God gave the black a living soul,
A conscience and a heart to feel ;
And sealed it with his holy seal.
Woe unto him who breaks the chart
Endorsed by God's unerring hand,
A curse shall smite his cruel heart,
His brow shall wear the slaver's brand. He says—if wounded souls would only hark
No greater, grosser crime than this
Can man commit who steps aside ;
Christ in the slave, with leprous kiss,
Is thus betrayed and crucified.
When hoary priest, with honeyed toogue, Is meting out these trials but to be
Long face, and lubricated knees,
Bows low before this brazen wrong,
And prates like the old Pharisees,
We look to see the earth divide,
And falling fire from Heaven consume Oh, earth's affections are but poor to this
The impious babbler in his pride,
And leave no mourners at his tomb.
GEORGE. W. BUNGAY.
-N. Y. Evening Post. But this one thought gives everlasting bliss :
As many as I love !
As many as I love !-
BECAUSE my lady's eyes tender blue,
And her sweet face is framed in golden hair, As many as I love !
I straightway vow, and ready am to swear,
No woman can be lovely if not fair !
Yet if my love were dark, I should declare When life-work, pain, and waiting all are o'er,
Beauty was dark-and I should mean it too ; 1
Our earth-tied feet shall move Up golden streets on the celestial shore ;
Protesting that I only loved brown eyes, And we shall sing with saints for evermore
Doted on hair black as the raven's wing ; As many as I love !
And I should make me sonnets, and should J. H. T.
sing Boiling Spring, N. J.
In sweetest tones, my lady hearkening,
Praise, oft-repeated, of the self-same thing :
In truth, Love does not make us overwise. LINES TO A CLERGYMAN WHO SAYS Yea, if my lady bent her brows to frown, SLAVERY IS NOT A SIN.
I should maintain her loveliness too rare,
Too perfect, for so slight a thing to mar ; No sin to buy and sell and hold
And I should say her frown was sweeter far The negro in his galling gyves,
Than all the smiles of other women are, And pocket the blood-crusted gold,
And more became her than a golden crown. The price of human hearts and lives? No sin to steal an African,
But since my love is gentle, meek, and fair, And rob him of each sacred right; And smiles on me, her lover, graciously ; Wipe from his brow the stamp of man And when I come, receives me lovingly ; And blot the stars out of his night? And when I go, parts from me tenderly,
Saying “ When wilt thou come again to me?" No sin to score his quivering back
It needs must be that I praise golden hair, With the red lash dripping there, Because his Maker made him black, And for her sake praise blue eyes and fair brows,
Thickened his lips and crisped his hair? As sweetest, purest, loveliest, and best ; No sin to tear his frantic wife
Most womanly, most winning, prettiest, From his outreaching arms of love ; And dearest every way ; and for the rest What God has joined, divorce for life,
The other eyes and hair, nor blue, nor fair Though Heaven forbids it from above?
Despise them all! And so I end my vows.
From Blackwood's Magazine. is utterly indifferent to civilization and comTHE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG AND THE fort. Although he was unwell when I arCAMPAIGN IN PENNSYLVANIA.
rived, and it was pouring with rain,
pro[Extract from the diary of an English officer posed that we should start at once-6 P.M. I present with the Confederate army.]
agreed, and we did so. Our horses had both June 20 (Saturday).-Armed with letters sore backs, were both unfed, except on grass, of introduction from the Secretary at War and mine was deficient of a shoe. They for Generals Lee and Longstreet, I left Rich- nevertheless travelled well, and we reached a mond at 6 A.M., to join the Virginian army. hamlet called Woodville, fifteen miles distant, I was accompanied by a sergeant of the Signal at 9.30. We had great difficulty in procurCorps, sent by my kind friend Major Norris, ing shelter, but at length we overcame the for the purpose of assisting me in getting on. inhospitality of a native, who gave us a feed
We took the train as far as Culpepper, of corn for our horses, and a blanket on the and arrived there at 5.30 P.M., after having floor for ourselves. changed cars at Gordonsville, near which June 21 (Sunday).-We got the horse shod place I observed an enormous pile of excellent with some delay, and after refreshing the rifles rotting in the open air. These had been animals with corn and ourselves with bacon, captured at Chancellorsville ; but the Con- we effected a start at 8.15 A.M.
We esperifederates have already such a superabundant enced considerable difficulty in carrying my stock of rifles that apparently they can afford small saddle-bags and knapsack, on account to let them spoil. The weather was quite of the state of our horses' backs. Mine was cool after the rain of last night. The coun- not very bad, but that of Norris was in a try through which we passed had been in the horrid state. We had not travelled more enemy's hands last year, and was evacuated than a few miles when the latter animal cast by them after the battles before Richmond ; a shoe, which took us an hour to replace at but at that time it was not their custom to a village called Sperryville. The country is burn, destroy, and devastate-everything really magnificent, but as it has supported looked green and beautiful, and did not in two large armies for two years, it is now the least give one the idea of a hot country. completely cleaned out. It is almost uncul
In his late daring raid, the Federal Gen- tivated, and no animals are grazing where eral Stoneman crossed this railroad, and de- there used to be hundreds. All fences have stroyed a small portion of it, burned a few been destroyed, and numberless farms burnt, buildings, and penetrated to within three the chimneys alone left standing. It is diffimiles of Richmond ; but he and his men were cult to depict and impossible to exaggerate in such a hurry that they had not time to do the sufferings which this part of Virginia has much serious harm.
undergone. But the ravages of war have not Culpepper was, until five days ago, the been able to destroy the beauties of naturehead-quarters of Generals Lee and Longstreet; the verdure is charming, the trees magnifibut since Ewell's recapture of Winchester, cent, the country undulating, and the Blue the whole army had advanced with rapidity, Ridge Mountains form the background. and it was my object to catch it up as quickly Being Sunday, we met about thirty negroes as possible.
going to church, wonderfully smartly dressed, On arriving at Culpepper, my sergeant some (both male and female) riding on horsehanded me over to another myrmidon of back and others in wagons; but Mr. Norris Major Norris, with orders from that officer to informs me that two years ago we should have supply me with a horse, and take me him- numbered them by hundreds. self to join Mr. Lawley, who had passed We soon began to catch up the sick and through for the same purpose as inyself three broken down men of the army, but not in days before.
great numbers ; most of them well shod, Sergeant Norris, my new chaperon, is though I saw two without shoes. cousin to Major Norris, and is a capital fel After crossing a gap in the Blue Ridge low. Before the war he was a gentleman of range, we reached Front Royal at 5 P.M., and good means in Maryland, and was accustomed we were now in the well-known Shenandoah to a life of luxury; he now lives the life of a Valley—the scene of Jackson's celebrated private soldier with perfect contentment, and campaigns. Front Royal is a pretty little