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and snow-storms, and

and then a fox's bark from the cruizers going down stern foremost, cliffs came wild and shrill, although kegs of brandy and French prisons, so faint and distant; or the lazy gaff which we shall not repeat; for in gave a sad uneasy creak.–And then deed the public has been surfeited a soft warm air, laden with heather with sea stories of late, from Captain honey, and fragrant odours of sedge, Chamier's dull ones up to the genial and birch, and oak, came sighing wisdom of Peter Simple, and the from the land.–And all around us gorgeous word - painting of Tom was the dense blank blackness of the Cringle's Log. And now the sub night, except where now and then ject is stale—the old war and the some lonely gleam through the souwonders thereof bave died away thern clouds showed the huge cliff into the past, like the men who tops on our right. It was all most fought in it; and Trafalgar and the unearthly, dream - like, a strange Bellerophon are replaced by Man phantasmagoria, like some chester and Mary Barton. We have from The Ancient Mariner-all the solved the old sea-going problems, world shut out, silent, invisible, and pretty well — thanks to wise Eng we floating along there alone, like a lish-hearted Captain Marryat, now fairy ship creeping through Chaos gone to his rest, just when his work and the unknown Limbo. Was it was done ; and we must turn round an evil thought that rose within us and face a few land-going problems as we said to Claude, not quite so easy of solution. So • Is not this too like life ? Our Claude and I thought as we leant only light the sparkles that rise up over the sloop's bows, listening nei round us at every step, and die bether to the Ostend story forewards hind us; and all around, and all nor to the forty-stanza ballad aft, before, the great black unfathomwhich the old steersman was moan able eternities? A few souls brought ing on, careless of listeners, to keep together as it were by chance, for a himself awake at the helm. Forty short friendship and mutual dependstanzas or so we did count from cu ance in this little ship of earth, so riosity. The first line of each of soon to land her passengers and which ended infallibiy with

break up the company for ever?' Says the commodo-ore.

He laughed. And the third with

• There is a devil's meaning to

everything in nature, and a God's Says the female smuggler.

meaning, too. Your friends, the And then gave up in despair; and zoologists, bave surely taught you watched in a dreamy, tired, half-sad better than that. As I read Nature's mood, the everlasting sparkle of the parable to-night, I find nothing in it water as our bows threw it gently but hope. What if there be dark. off in sheets of flame and tender ness, the sun will rise to-morrow. curving lines of creamy' fire, that What if there seem a chaos, the great ran along the glassy surface, and organic world is still living, and seemed to awaken the sea for yards growing, and feeding, rinseen by us, round into glittering life, as count all the black night through; and less diamonds, and emeralds, and every phosphoric atom there below topazes, leaped and ran and dived is a sign that even in the darkest round us, while we slipped slowly night there is still the power of by-and then a speck of light would light, ready to flash out, wherever show far off in the blank darkness, and however it is stirred. Does the and another, and another, and slide age seem to you dark? Do you, slowly up to us--shoals of medusa, too, feel as I do at times, the awful every one of them a heaving globe sadness of that text, — The time of flame—and some unseen guillemot shall come when ye shall desire to would give a startled squeak, or a see one of the days of the Lord shearwater close above our heads and shall not see it ?' Then resuddenly stopped the yarn, and member that raised a titter among the men, by

The night is never so long announcing in most articulate Eng But at last it ringeth for matin song. lish his intention of invading the do And even as it is around us here, mestic happiness of his neighbour so it is in the world of men; the

night is peopled not merely with Have you not shown me in this last phantoms, and wizards, and spirits week every moorland pool, every of evil, but under its shadow all drop of the summer sea, alive with opinions, systems, social energies, are beautiful organizations, multiplying taking rest, and growing, and feed as fast as the thoughts of man? Is ing, unknown to themselves, that not every leaf breathing still ? every they may awake into a new life, and sap vein drinking still, though we intermarry, and beget children no may not see them ? Even so is the bler than themselves, when the kingdom of God, like seed sown on day - spring from on high comes the ground, and men rise, and lie down. Even now, see! the dawn is down and sleep, and it groweth up gilding the highest souls, as it is they know not how. Must I quote those Exmoor peaks afar ; and we your own verses against you ? Must are in the night, only because we I appeal from Philip drunk to Phicrawl below. What if we be uncon lip sober? Listen to what you said scious of all the living energies to me only last week, and be which are fermenting round us now ? ashamed of yourself :

The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand!

Its storms roll up the sky;
A nation sleeps starving on heaps of gold;

All dreamers toss and sigh;
The night is darkest before the dawn-
When the pain is sorest, the child is born-

And the day of the Lord at hand.
Gather you, gather you, angels of God,

Freedom, and mercy, and truth.
Come! for the earth is grown coward and old,

Come down and renew us her youth !
Wisdom, self-sacrifice, daring and love,
Haste to the battle-field, stoop from above,

To the day of the Lord at hand.
Gather you, gather you, hounds of hell,

Famine, and plague, and war.
Idleness, bigotry, cant, and misrule,

Gather, and fall in the snare !
Hirelings and mammonites, pedants and knaves,
Crawl to the battle-field, sneak to your graves,

In the day of the Lord at hand.
Who would sit down and sigh for a lost age of gold,

While the Lord of all ages is here?
True hearts will leap up at the trumpet of God,

And those who can suffer, can dare.
Each old age of gold was an iron age too,
And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do,

In the day of the Lord at hand.' He ceased, and we both fell into a in the deep deep sea, amid far coral reverie. The yarn and the ballad islands; and old figures seemed to were finished, and not a sound broke glide out of the mysterious dark the silence, except the screaming of along the still sea floor, as if the the sea fowl, which led my thoughts ocean were indeed giving up her wandering back to nights long past, dead. I shook myself, turned away, when we dragged the seine up to and tried to persuade myself that I our chins in water through the short was dreaming. Perhaps I had been midsummer night, and scrambled doing so. At least, I remember very and rolled over on the beach in

little more, till I was roused by the boyish glee, after the skate and mul rattling of the chain-cable through let, with those now gone; and as I the hawse-hole, opposite the pierthought and thought, old voices head. seemed to call to me, old faces And now, gentle readers, farelooked at me, of playmates, and those well; and farewell, Clovelly, and nearer than playmates, now sleeping all the loving hearts it holds; and

farewell, too, the soft still summer stormy petrels, driven in from the weather. Claude and I are taking Atlantic, are skimming like great our last walk together along the black swallows over the bay beneath deer-park cliffs. Lundy is shrouded us. Long strings of sea-fowl are in the great grey fan of dappled flagging on steadily at railroad pace, haze which streams up from the towards the sands and salt-marshes westward, dimming the sickly sun. of Braunton. The herring - boats · There is not a breath the blue are hastily hauling their nets--you wave to curl.' Yet, lo! round may see the fish sparkling like flakes

Chapman's Head' creeps a huge of silver as they come up over the bank of polished swell, and bursts gunwale ; all craft, large and small, in thunder on the cliffs.-Another are making for the shelter of the follows, and another.— The Atlantic pier. Claude starts this afternoon gales are sending in their avant to sit for six months in Babylonic couriers of ground-swell — six bours smoke, working up his sketches into more, and the storm which has been certain unspeakable pictures, with sweeping over 'the still-vexed Ber which the world will be astonished, moothes,' and bending the tall palms or otherwise, at the next Royal on West Indian isles, will be roar Academy Exhibition ; while I, for ing through the oak-woods of Devon. whom another fortnight of pure The old black buck is calling his western air remains, am off to welldoes with ominous croakings, and known streams, to be in time for leading the way slowly into the the autumn floods, and the shoals of deepest coverts of the glens. The fresh-run salmon-trout.




PART II. Chap. IV. T was late in the evening of the door, which made Marguerite start

and called all the colour into her miger were sitting by the fire to cheeks. gether. The fire burnt so brightly There was something ominous in that it was not necessary to light the the knock. It was a short, quick, candles. "Marguerite, with her eyes clear, and decisive knock. It was the closed and half reposing in Dumiger's knock of a man in authority; of one arms, was enjoying all the happiness who felt that, although standing on which the sense of returning affection the outside of the door, he had a gives. The night was somewhat right to be within. Marguerite and changed since they first sat there. Dumiger both looked at the fire, as The rain beat against the casement, though they could read in its conand the wind whistled down the fused shapes the reason of this inchimney. The more it rained and terruption; but the result could not blew, the closer crept Marguerite to have been very satisfactory, for neiDumiger's side. It was a picture of ther spoke, while reluctantly Ducomfort; of that comfort which, miger rose to open the door, and alas! is so easily destroyed by the Marguerite followed his movements breath of tyranny. It was a type of with intense anxiety. the many hearths which are covered The truth is, that people are never with ruins when the trumpet sounds thoroughly comfortable and happy through the city and the tocsin rings without a sense of the uncertainty of to arms; when war or rebellion human happiness stealing over them. sweeps like a pestilence, not alone We speak of those whose lives are over the ruins of palaces and of not a succession of parties of pleasure, senate-houses, but over the abodes of of soft dreams and golden fulfilthe humble, where every room can

ments: to such favoured ones all sense tell a tale of affection and toil. of happiness is deadened by satiety;

There was a knock at Dumiger's but they who toil through long,

long days, and are blest with a few • Come,' said the officer at last, as moments of repose, value them so shaking out the ashes of his pipe and highly that they scarcely believe drawing himself to his full stature so such happiness can last.

as to give weight to his authority,Dumiger opened the door, and come, we have no time to lose, Herr uttered a faint cry. Marguerite was Dumiger. The money or the furin a moment by his side.

niture, or to prison. Consult the He had, indeed, some cause for pretty jungfrau there; but you must alarm. An officer of the Grande come to a conclusion directly, for Cour de Justice stood there. There time presses and I have several other was no mistaking his character, for little bits of business to perform tothe uniform of the myrmidons of night: so I will light another pipe that court was too well known to all while you make up your minds.' the inhabitants of Dantzic, and more It was no easy matter for Mar. especially to the poorer classes, who guerite to bring her mind to a degazed on them with awe, for they cision. She thought on the one hand were in general stern, hard-featured, of the lonely nights she might have and hard-hearted men, who did their to pass; on the other, of the irrepaduty without gentleness, and rarely rable loss the clock would be to Dudeserted a man when once they had miger. Dumiger clasped her hands him in their clutches. Dumiger in his own, and as his lips clung to had made acquaintance with them hers he exclaimed, · Perish all things of old on one or two occasions, and but love.' He rose; he was on the the recollection was anything but point of desiring the man to take away agreeable.

the clock in payment of the debt, in The man entered the room very the hope that he might redeem it on quickly, took his seat in Dumiger's the morrow, when the sudden thought chair, and drew his missive from his struck him that the Count was the pocket. It was Dumiger's bill to instigator of this act.

He caught Iloffman for a very large sum, which hold of the man by one arm, which had been purchased by the Count. was hanging listlessly over the back

What is this ?' gasped forth Du of the chair, and exclaimed, miger; for, at the moment, the debt • Tell me who sent you on this had entirely escaped his recollection, mission.' • Ach Gott!' exclaimed Dumiger; The man only looked round with ‘is it possible ?' but observing Mar an expression of astonishment at his guerite standing by pale, tearful, and presumption, and, without deigning trembling, he restrained his im any reply, he resumed his pipe. petuosity.

: Was it the Grand Master?' asked Dumiger rose and went to a drawer. Dumiger. He counted over, with the eager

orders and ask no quesness of a miser, all the dollars which tions,' said the man. “You had better were kept there, - the few which had follow my example. I have told you remained after the expenses of the already that there is no time to spare. last fortnight. . For some time past Tell me what course you intend to he had devoted all his energies so take. Give up some articles in this entirely to the construction of the room, - there is that clock, which clock, that the smaller receipts of his will do more than pay the bill—or craft had been despised.

follow me immediately. There is no A cold perspiration stood on his other alternative.' forehead as he gazed upon his small The whole conversation with the store. He knew too well that by the Grand Master occurred to Dumiger. laws of Dantzic the debtor was either There could be no doubt that the dragged to the common prison or all clock would go into his possession ; his goods were seized. Either alter that it was a deep-laid scheme to native was terrible. He looked spoil him of the result of all his round the room. On one side stood

labour. Better, far better that Marthe clock, the child of his mind and guerite should bear the pain of sepaindustry; on the other was Mar ration, than that the clock should guerite, beautiful in her grief. be endangered, and by such a man.

The man had lit a pipe and was • Marguerite,' said Dumiger, in a carelessly smoking.

low voice, after a long pause, “it is


Obey my

fixed. We must part for a short time. I will write from my prison to some of my friends ; they will not desert me in this necessity. A few short hours, and I shall return to you, my own Marguerite.'

But Marguerite had fainted, and the lips which touched his cheek were cold and pale.

Slowly she opened those large blue eyes, and, although her lips faltered, the look and the voice were both earnest as she bade him go.

“Yes, Dumiger, you are right, ambition such as yours is a less selfish passion than love like mine. Leave me for a time. I know the interval will be short. It is another step towards the greatness to which you are aspiring.'

The man looked at them with a vague and vacant look. Ile had been witness to this description of scene so frequently that he began to believe it to be a part of the debtor's craft. As some people can regard the most beautiful varying tints of 'heaven, the lights and shadows which flit across the face of Nature, and see nothing more in them than a part of that vast and complicated machinery that governs the world ; so he, in these lights and shadows of life, only beheld the natural workings of the human mind.

With a pale cheek but a firm step Dumiger departed. The last sound that fell upon his ear as he left his door was the blessing murmured by his bride. Again he felt disposed to turn back and sacrifice all for his affection ; but already one of the city guard stood behind him, and the rattle of arms on the pavement told him that his arrest had not been lightly planned or carelessly conducted.

The castle towards which Dumiger and his guards directed their steps was the Grimshaus, formerly a citadel and an important point of defence for the town of Dantzic, though now converted into a prison for political offenders and debtors. The reader may be aware that the laws against debtors in the great free commercial cities were intolerably severe. Some men were permitted to groan away their whole lives in hopeless misery. The creditor was in general without pity, and the debtor unpitied. He was entirely at the mercy of the

gaoler, who had it in his power to load him with chains, and even on the slightest pretext of insubordination to execute summary justice upon him. These laws, however, lad ds yet little affected Dumiger ; though threatened with arrest on one or two previous occasions, his difficulties had always been arranged. But the present debt was more serious than any which had as yet been pressed for, and he could not but feel that friends might be less willing to become surety.

They arrived at the square in which the Grimshaus was situated. It was a wild, unhealthy, stern, fan. tastic pile, which stood, in point of fact, upon an island, for a wide, wet ditch, surrounded it, except where a drawbridge connected it with the square; the towers and ramparts had in some places mouldered away, and huge bars of iron were introduced in different parts of the wall to give strength to the building, by binding the yawning mason-work together. The

square was deserted ; the cry of the sentinel at the most distant of the landward posts sounded ominous, like that of a lost bird at night. Although the moon shone brightly, it was difficult to distinguish the whole outline of the building on account of the pestiferous vapours which rose from the moat, and hung like a pall over the recently flooded plain. Through these mists the city chimes sounded muffled and melancholy. It was solitude — of all solitude the most fearful - a prison solitude in the neighbourhood of a great town. The very escort appeared to feel the influence of their melancholy and lonely scene, for the jests stopped as the foot of the vanguard clanged on the drawbridge. This was merely the effect of discipline; but to Dumiger it appeared a part of the drama, and it added to his sense of fear.

They were detained some time upon the drawbridge while the sergeant was holding a conversation with the officer of the watch.

By the Holy Mary!' exclaimed the functionary who had arrested Dumiger, “there must be something more than a mere debt in all this. I never saw such a fuss made about the receipt of the body of a debtor in all my life. And then, it was rather strange my

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