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Edward” always enacted the part in her of being able to see common among the mind of all the heroes and good knights blind. · The moon's at the full to-night, and genii; else all was as before. Her an' they'll well-nigh finish wi' the cider, I chief playfellow now was the old blind take it, with the help o' she.”
“ Them marks on her face looks so plain," One bright beautiful day that autumn mused Lettie. “What is they, Dannel? there was high feast and festival going on “That's the man as stole a nitch o' wood in the great orchard behind the house, for o' the Sabbath-day,” replied he," and he the cider-press had come up, and everybody were sot up there for a warnin' to them as about the farm had come in to help. The wants it-I don't. Yer granny allays apple-trees, large and spreading, covered thinks ill o' folk; she takes 'um by the with the weird grey moss which clothes the wrong end, she do," muttered he, his branches in that soft damp climate with a wrongs rankling in his mind as they ap sort of hoary hair, were hung with red and proached the house, and he heard Mrs. golden fruit and looked very idyllic. It | Wynyate's voice stern and sad. was a prolific year, and the boughs were so “So yer uncle left yer the money after laden that they would have broken under all, and not to Susan a bit,” she was saying, the weight of apples if they had not been rather reproachfully, to Amyas. “I've just propped up. Great baskets stood about in a heerd it from the man wi' the cider-wring, all directions to receive them; and a good and he heerd it over at Wallcott's when he deal of rude jollity was going on in this were there. Wallcott laughed, he did, and English vintage. The men were perched said how could ye be so soft, and pressed in the higher branches, and the women stood for money so bad ? below catching the fruit, collecting it on “Susan were poor and wanted it," rethe ground, picking out the decayed apples, plied Amyas, in an apologetic tone. and emptying the others into the insatiable “ And who was poor and wanted it here, maw of the rude cider-press, which turned I'd like to know ? " grumbled his mother, with a harsh creaking, grating noise, press- as she went off to the cider. She was ing out the juice into pails on one side, proud of his conduct for all this, though while the most imperfectly crushed apples upon principle she spoke (and at great were carried off on the other for the pigs. length too), when things were wrong, but
“It's pretty late : you go and fetch Dan- kept silence when they were right, which is nel home from the cider-wring; he's tired, a depressing and dispiriting way of conand you too,” said her uncle, smiling at ducting life. Lettice, who had been running out all day, "There, that's just him and her all over," assisting greatly, as she considered, in all continued the old man. “I mind one day the processes.
when Norton Lisle were a-comin' after yer “We've pretty nigh done now," said the mother.
What's come o your old man, wearily, as she steered him care- father?” he said, suddenly turaing to the fully up among the piles of fruit. “ He's a child. beautiful man, yer uncle, he is. I'm terri- • My father!” cried the little girl, surble much obliged to he. Madame Wyn- prised. No one ever mentioned him, and yate's trimming comikle in her temper, con- he had quite died out of her little life; but trairy like, and I should just ha toddled the word recalled old times in her childish away years agone if it weren't along o' he: recollections of something painful, though I knows that well enough.”
she could not have told what they were. “But you do a greatish deal, Dannel, up “Yea, he ayn't much of a one for to boast and down," said the child, as he stumbled on, but he is thy father anyhow, and thou among the apples.
oughtest not to be kep from knowin' o' him, “Well," answered the old man, with as I take it they does by thee," the old man some pride, “ I'm tottery, and creaky, and went on with some glee. “I likes to rip wheezy, but I can twiddle about after sum- up a mystery," he mumbled to himself, mat as well as most on 'um, and I'm none "and 'twill vex madam." for wasting my time as the young 'uns is. • Why doesn't he come here?” asked There ayn't narrer an orchat anywhere as the little girl in an awe-struck whisper. this 'un; and that ratheripe* allays do bear “I take it thy grandmother couldn't such a wonderful deal o' hist fruit,” he said, abide he, and then he's a deal up and down looking about with the curious affectation adoin' what he likes, and he have just
• Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies." adropped thee into anither's nest like a - Lycidas.
cuckoo, and goes about the world free like, * If the salt have lost (his) savour."-" Its” does wi'out incumbrances. I leerd on bim last not occur once in our translation of the Bible, and only three times in Shakspeare.
down at Southport, sailin' for furrin' parts,
Australia or 'Merikee, or some o' them. have seemed a more unlikely subject for Praps he mayn't come back agin at all, the assaults of the fiend than the young who knows? But don't yer tell madam as girl, standing trembling in the shadow of I talked on him," said he, as they entered the still moonlight, and looking the very the house.
emblem of purity, in her white night dress. Amyas's fortunes seemed now to improve The wide old latticed window had been a little. There was a further fall of timber partially walled up to save the tax, and the that winter, the price of wheat rose, as did single high upright stone mullion which rethat of bark, and he was able to tide over mained, with its horizontal bar, threw some of his difficulties, for a time at least. the shadow of a cross on the floor and over
He began to look a little after Lettice's her little bed, as she had often liked to see. education, and she learnt more of the three At length, though in a paroxysm of terror, R's than Mrs. Wynyate at all approved of. she knelt down close by it as a sort of pro
“ As for reading, there isn't much use, as tection and pronounced the holy words in I see, for more of that than 'll do the Cate- his despite, and then, taking her Bible in chism;” and as for arithmetic, anything be- her hand — the recognized amulet against yond what was required to calculate the the power of the Devil - she turned with pounds of butter was sheer robbery of the desperate courage to face and confound dairy. Still, Lettice was quick at learning, him. To her intinite amazement and relief and got on in spite of her grandmother's there was no one to be seen. He was not warnings of all sorts of evil connected with there! knowledge, ever since the days of grand- From that time she began to doubt mother Eve.
whether there might not be a little mistake, A considerable part of one's education, and whether Satan was in the habit of however, is that which nobody has given or walking into people's houses in this familiar is answerable for: the accidental inferences, way, at the present time, whatever might the chance ideas, which are sown like seeds have been the case in former days. Her before the wind, and bear fruit, no one scepticism did not reach further, for was knows how or whence.
there not a formidable picture of the Witch The old
man was exceedingly of Endor in the folio Bible, which she had fond of her, but, with the love of power so always turned over in an agony of dread common among the blind, he exercised it lest 'the horrid image should haunt her somewhat despotically.
dreams, though, Eve like, having once " And what d'ye hear o' yer uncle ?” he “ peeped” at it, her caution was of little would say, importantly. “I'm in hopes as use. he's got plenty to do, and does it, not all Sometime after she was sitting by her unalong like yer father. What is it yer little cle as usual on the Sunday evening, as she hymn says
ys? — And Satan finds some mis- dearly loved to do, when the whole world chief still for idle folk.' And, I take it, the seemed at rest, and he had time for “disDevil's always uncommon handy for to course.” It was still broad sunshine, and tempt them as holds out their hands to him. warm, which disposes to courage; and priYe know he's like a ragin' lion up and down vate, which disposes to confidence. the world."
“Uncle Amyas," said she, suddenly, “Was he ever seen lately, d'ye think, “ did you ever see the Devil your own Dannel ? ” whispered Lettie, almost too self?” frightened to put her query:
“No, child,” he answered, laughing (and ** Bless ye, child, yes! Lambourne seed a great comfort the laugh was
to her he as plain as the church tower at the turn mind), nor any one else that I know of. in the Deep Lane, like a calf wi' saucer Are ye afraid of meeting him some day out eyes, and I heerd o one as had a sore walking ? struggle wi' bim for's soul, dying down at “But, uncle Amyas," said she, evading Fordingdean."
the home thrust, “ye know it's said about Pleased with the effect he produced, the his coming roaring to Bunyan, and how he old man's stories grew more and more was always hearing of him calling out all dreadful, and his accounts of the real pres- manner of temptations, and many folk have ence of the Evil One began to take posses- seen him too in the books, or how should sion of the young girl's imagination. One they ha’ told how he was made, ye know? night, as she was preparing for her little Them horns and his tail, ye know. Someevening devotions, it seemed to her as if body must have seen him sometime.” The “he” was himself present in bodily form Pilgrim's Progress and Bunyan's Life were in the room, to prevent her from uttering almost her only reading besiile the Bible. her prayer. St. Agnes herself could hardly “Well, my little 'un," answered Amyas,
slowly, “ for a' that I don't believe that he's / row. A curious feeling of unreality about seen. Evil temptations is strong enow in it sometimes came over her, but she put it our own hearts in a conscience, and p'r’aps from her with horror, and only esteemed it they thinks of him till they believe they sees a fresh proof of her "parlous state.” An him wi’ their own eyes. I can't say; but I odd volume of Fox's Book of Martyrs had take it, even if the Devil is as they tell on, got into the house, together with a dozen cotthat he's felt, not seen. No; I don't be ton umbrellas and a pile of manuscript violin lieve in him one bit,” he went on with sud- music -- effects from a bad debt (somehow den energy;
'twould be a good God and Amyas often had bad debts) -- and the an evil God if he's so strong and powerful stories of their sufferings had a grim attracas all that. Don't thee mind in Job how tion for her imagination. One night, as Satan's just sent out like one of the other she sat in the window reading and considerangels — that's a very different concern. ing whether she could have suffered for her Don't ye be frightened that way, my little faith like Latimer, or like Faithful in Vanmayd. Ye needn't be afraid o' him nor any ity Fair — the one was to her as real an hisother bugs;' God is about us in all our torical event as the other — she put her ways, both to will and to do; not that other finger close to the candle to try. She held
it manfully for a second or two, but snatched Lettie was trying to prove the worth of it away when it began to sting, and she her convictions in real life. Her grand cried bitterly afterwards as she bewailed mother's teaching had borne its fruit : she her extreme sinfulness, proved thus by this honestly believed in her own exceeding searching test. She was carrying out her wickedness, over which, by fits and starts, little experiments in philosophy and relishe lamented herself with most sincere sor-gion like greater folk.
SEEING IS DECEIVING. Here is a row of ordi- | The Origin of the Four Gospels. By Constannary capital letters and figures
. (Jackson, Walford, and SSSSXXXXZZZZ 3333 8888
Mr. W. L. Gage translates from the latest ediThey are such as are made up of two parts of tion of Professor Tischendorf's work, and this, equal shapes. Look carefully at these and you we are given to understand, has been revised will perceive that the upper halves of the char- and enlarged. Orthodoxy hús no more able deacters are a very little smaller than the lower fender in Germany or, indeed, in Christendom halves — so little that an ordinary eye will de- than the writer; we have little more to do than clare them to be of equal size. Now turn the to chronicle the appearance of his work in a form page upside down, and, without any careful which renders it available for the English reader. looking, you will see that this difference in size Herr Tischendorff thinks that the canon (receivis very much exaggerated — that the real top ing the four gospels substantially as we have half of the letter is very much smaller than the them now, and excluding what are called A pocbottom half. It will be seen froin this that ryphal) was settled at the end of the first centhere is a tendency in the eye to enlarge the tury, or, at the least, in the first years of the upper part of any object upon which it looks. second. He here states exhaustively the arguWe might draw two circles of unequal size, and ments by which this view may be supported. so place them that they should appear equal. Readers who may be professionally or otherwise
Once a Week. interested in the subject cal. Etter than consult this volume
The History of France. By Eyre Evans The Shilling Shakespeare. Routledge.
This is, probably, the cheapest book ever pubMR. CROWe completes in this volume a work on lished, intended, of course, to pay. It might, which he has bestowed a great amount of consci- we fancy, challenge comparison even with the entious labour, and which will doubtless possess a books which the religious societies print at a loss, permanent value. We doubt, indeed, whether, with the cheap Bibles, for instance, or the Pilwith the sources of information that are now open, grim's Progress at a penny. The type is wonit is possible for any man to perform such a task derfully clear, better, to give a familiar examsatisfactorily as writing the whole history of a ple, than that of the Bibles commonly known as great country like France. Mr. Crowe, for in- * Polyglott.” That we should like to read stance, gives to the description of the battle of much of it is more than we can honestly say; Austerlitz less than a page, to that of Waterloo but those who are obliged to read a multitude little more than two. It is manifest that this of books cannot help being fastidious. There method of writing history admits neither of com- are numbers of people, more happily situated, pleteness nor of brilliancy. It is not possible to whom the publication of this volume will be a within such limits either to discuss or to describe. great boon. We heartily wish the enterprise of Those who have once enjoyed Macaulay, Motley, Messrs. Routledge, which, we fancy, more than or Froude will never be satisfied with anything rivals any thing Transatlantic, may meet with so meagre. Spectator. the success which it deserves.
A CHRISTIAN'S CREED.-AT PEACE. – AT THE WINDOW.
At peace ! ay, the peace of the ocean,
Looks over the waste.
From Good Words.
I believe in self-devotion,
The long sacrifice of years, Noblest fruits of deep emotion,
Man's blood-shedding, woman's tears : In the pure prevailing passion
Human hearts by God conceive, And, despite the world's cold fashion,
Live and die for — I believe. I believe in human weakness
Trying to be strong and true, Owning its impassion'd meekness
What it would, but could not do : In its consciousness of failing,
Which the less it doth perceive, Doth the more leave unavailing
All its efforts - I believe.
AT THE WINDOW.
BY THE AUTHOR OF “ JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLE
Only to listen - listen and wait
For his slow firm step down the gravel walk, To hear the click-click of his hand at the gate And feel every heart-beat through careless
talk : Ah, love is sweet when life is young ! And life and love are both so long.
I believe in Love renewing
All that sin hath swept away, Leaven-like its work pursuing
Night by night and day by day : In the power of its remoulding,
In the grace of its reprieve, In the glory of behulling
Its perfection - I believe.
Only to watch him about the room,
Lighting it up with his quiet smile, That seems to lift the world out of gloom,
And bring heaven nearer me — for a while, A little wbile — since love is young, And life is beautiful as long.
Only to love him — nothing more;
Never a thought of his loving me :
My heart to shipwreck on this smooth sea.
And heaven is kind to the faithful heart;
And if we are patient, and brave, and calm;
Some day, when I sleep with folded palm,
Ah me! what matter? The world goes round,
And bliss and bale are but outside things :
Though love be sorrow with half-grown wings;
The tears dried up in her shining eyes,
Her parted lips took a saintly peace;-
Will her doubts gather, darken, or — cease ? - When hearts are pure, and bold, and strong, True love as life itself is long.
THERE is a rumour that Mr. Carlyle is en- MR. LONGFELLOW is at present residing on gaged upon a life of George III., of whom he the borders of the Lake of Como. It is to be proposes to make a hero. It is impossible to say hoped that his stay in Europe will furnish him what Mr. Carlyle may not do, but we sincerely with matter for some eloquent and enduring trust that there is no foundation for the report. poem. Indeed, when one thinks of the great genius who wrote the history of the French Revolution,
The winter season of the London theatres will who interpreted Crornwell for us, who first ac
commence shortly, and we are promised several quainted his countrymen with the spirit of mod- novelties. Chief of these, of course, is Lord ern German literature, and then of the sham Lytton's play, which is now in preparation at political prophet who put slavery into a nutshell
the Lyceum. and afterwards shot Niagara, one is disposed to which is now fixed upon. Then there is Mr.
“ The Rightful Heir " is the title think that after a certain age no man whose rep- Halliday's adaptation of the “ Fortunes of Niutation is valuable to his country should be per- gel,” with which Mr. Chatterton hopes to fill mitted to write. We hope Mr. Carlyle will let Drury Lane. Dr. Westland Marston will conthe poor, dull old king alone, if there is anything tribute another drama to the list of Haymarket in the rumour beyond the suggestion of a feeble pieces. Instead of, or along with, the burlesque satirist.
advertised to follow “ Blow for Blow" at the Holborn, we are to have a drama by Watts
Phillips. Now, it was bad enough to devote We are soon to have a “ Life and Uncollected such a pretty and convenient theatre as the Works of Daniel Defoe,” which will include a Holborn to the production of still another burlarge number of essays, pamphlets, and other lesque, but Mr. Watts Phillips —! writings never before published. The discoverer and collector of these treasures is a Mr. Lee, who has for some years devoted himself to
It has just been decided in Paris that the eda praiseworthy task.
itor of a periodical cannot, without the consent of the contributor, cut out any portion of an ar
ticle published under the signature of the auThe gentlemen who carry medicine-chests thor. The editor must either throw out the with them when they take a Saturday-to-Mon- whole article, or gain the consent of the writer day holiday, and the ladies who have always to his corrections, or publish the document enwith them bags filled with the most wonderfully. tire, with all its suggestions of libel, foggy occult safeguards against impossible dangers, grammar, and violent partisanship staring him ought to add to their stores a quantity of car in the face. Fortunately, French journals are, bolic acid. This acid, says the Homeward Mail, as a rule, in no hurry about the publication of has been found to be a specific cure in cases of articles which comment on news ; but here in snake-bites. It would repay any lady or gen- England an editor would have picity to do tleman for carrying a bottle of carbolic acid for were he bound to gain the acquiescence of the twenty years, if, at the end of twenty years, contributor to the striking out of every awkward the acid saved her or his life. Supposing no or compromising sentence. snake ever came near, the sense of security is almost worth the trouble. Gentlemen who never Bat on the back of a horse, and who are very WE cut the following announcement from the unlikely to try any such feat, are fond of carry- Times :—“On the 19th Sept., at the Greek ing about with them an instrument for picking Eastern Church, London-wall, by the Rev. Narstones out of a horse's hoof: why should they cissus Morphinos, Habeeb Risk Allah Bey, of 1, not have a phial of carbolic acid always in their Hyde-park-terrace, to Mrs. Wogan, of Great Malwaistcoat-pocket ?
vern. No cards.'