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“Glad to see your sister looking so well, Mr. Why, that you know as well as I," answered Aniseed,” said Mrs. Capstick, somewbat slily. Jem; “it's St. James' Palace.'
“Oh! what, you mean Kitty? Why, she looks " And there lives his gracious Majesty, George as well as she can, and that isn't much, poor the Third. Now, I dare say, Mr. Aniseed, it's soul,” said Jem.
very difficult for you to look upon his Majesty " She was here yesterday, and bought some in what I shall beg leave to call, a state of muffins. A dark gentleman was with her,” said nature ?" Mrs. Capstick.
“What! like an Injun ?" asked Jem. “Well, “ You mean the black footman," observed Jem, I must say, I can hardly fancy it." dropping at once to the cold, hard truth.
“ Of course not. When you hear of a king, he "Well," and Mrs. Capstick giggled, as though comes upon you in velvet and fur, and with a communicating a great moral discovery, “well, crown upon his head-and diamonds blazing upon there's no accounting for taste, is there, Mr. Ani- him—and God knows how many rows of lords sced?"
about him—and then all the household guards“No,” said Jem, “it was never meant to be and the state coach-and the state trumpets, and accounted for, I suppose ; else there's a lot of us the thundering guns, and the ringing bells--all would have a good deal to answer for. Taste, in come upon your mind as a piece and parcel of him, some things, I suppose was given us to do what making a king something tremendous to consider we like with ; but, Mrs. Capstick, now and then something that you can only think of with a we do sartinly abuse the privilege.”
kind of fright. Is it not so ?" asked the muffin“Lor, Mr. Capstick! where are you going so maker. fine?" asked his spouse of the muffin-maker, as he Jem merely answered—“Go on, Mr. Cappresented himself in his best coat, and swathed in stick." a very voluminous neckcloth. 66 Going to court ?" “ Now I feel nothing of the sort. I know the
“ You see,” said Capstick, “a man—a wretch, world, and despise it,” said the muffin-maker. a perjuror is to-day put in the pillory.”
“I'll take your word for anything but that,” “ And what's that to you, Mr. Capstick?'' cried Jem.
“But go on.” asked his wife.
“I tell you, sir, I hate the world,” repeated “Why, Mary Anne, as a moral man—and, Capstick, proud of what he thought his misantherefore, as a man who respects his oath, I feel it thropy: “and of sweet use has such hatred been my duty to go and enjoy my egg.'
." With this ex- to me.' cuse-worthy of a Timon-did the muffin-maker Bright Jem cast an incredulous leer at the take his way towards the mansion of Lord St. muffin-man. “I never heard of the sweetness of James. "It's a hard thing,” said Capstick on hatred afore. I should as soon looked for honey the road," a hard thing, that you can't always in a wasp's nest.”' tell a wife the truth."
“ Ha! Jem, you know nothing ; else you'd “I always tell it to my old woman," observed know how a contempt for the world sharpens a Bright Jem.
man's wits, and improves his eyesight. Bless " You 're a fortunate man sir,” said Capstick. you! there are a thousand cracks and flaws and “ All women can't bear it: it's too strong for Ay-spots upon everything about us, that we should 'em. Now, Mrs. Capstick is an admirable person never see without it,” said Capstick. -a treasure of a wife-never know what it is to “ Well, thank God! I'm in no need of such want a button to my shirt, never-still, I am now spectacles,” said Bright Jem. and then obliged to sacrifice truth on the altar of “ And for that very reason, Jem,” said the conjugal peace. It makes my heart bleed to do muffin-maker, “ you are made an every-day victim it, Mr. Aniseed; but sometimes it is done." of—for that reason your very soul goes down upon
Bright Jem nodded as a man will nod who its knees to things that it's my especial comfort to thinks he catches a meaning, but is not too sure of despise. You have n't the wit, the judgment, to it. “And what will you say?" asked Jem, after separate a man from all his worldly advantages, a moment's pause," what will you say to his and look at him, as I may say, in his very nakedlordship, if he'll see you?”
ness—a mere man. Now, Jem, that is the power Mr. Capstick cast a cold, self-complacent eye I especially pride myself upon. Hence," conupon the linkman, and replied—“I shall trust to tinued the muffin-maker-and he brought himself my inspiration.' Jem softly whistled-uncon- up fronting the palace, and extended his right arm scious of the act. Mr. Capstick heard, what he towards it—"hence, I can take an emperor from deemed a severe comment, and majestically con- his crowd of nobles—his troops-his palace walls tinued: “Mr. Aniseed, you may not imagine it-his royal robes, and set him before me just as but I have a great eye for gingerbread.
God made him. As I'd take a cocoa-nut, and “No doubt on it, Mr. Capstick,” said Jem, tear away the husk, and crack the shell, and pare "it's a part of your business."
the inner rind, and come at once upon the naked “You don't understand me," replied the muffin- kernel, so, Mr. Aniseed, can I take-aye the maker with a compassionate smile. “I mean, Great Mogul—and set him in his shivering flesh my good man, the gingerbread that makes up so before me.” much of this world. Bless your heart! I pride “And you think the knack to do this does you myself upon my eye, that looks at once through good ?” modestly inquired Bright Jem. all the gilding-all the tawdry, glittering Dutch “It's my solace, my comfort, my strength," metal—that covers the cake, and goes at once to answered the muffin-maker. " And this knack, the flour and water."
as you have it, is what I call seeing through the “ I don't see what you mean, by no means,” gold upon the gingerbread. Now, is n't it dreadsaid Jein ; " that is, not quite.'
ful to think of the thousands upon thousands who ** Look' here, sir,” said Capstick, with the air every day go down upon their knees to it, believof a man who had made himself up for an ora- ing the gilded paste so much solid metal? Ha! tion. “What is that pile of brick before us?” Mr. Aniseed! we talk a good deal about the miserable heathen ; the poor wretches who make ested the reader, to make him wish to know the idols of crocodiles and monkeys—but Lord bless precise magic words which, operating on the us ! only to think in this famous city of London quickened sense of a nobleman's porter, caused of the thousands of Christians, as they call them- him suddenly to put a marquess and a muffinselves, who after all are idolaters of gilt ginger- maker in mutual communication. What Open bread!"
Sessame could it be, that written by a St. Giles, “ Poor souls !” said Jem, in the fulness of his should be worthy of the attention of St. James ? charity, they don't know any better. But you Great is the power of letters ! Whirlwinds have haven't answered what I asked ; and that's been let loose—fevers quenched, and Death himthis? What will you say to his lordship if he'll self made to drop his uplifted dart-by the subtle see you?"
magic of some brief lex scripta, some abracadabra “Say to him? I shall talk reason to him. that held in the fluid some wondrous spirits, Bless you! I shall go straight at the matter. always to be found like motes in the sunbeams, in When some folks go to speak to rich and mighty a magician's ink-bottle. Mighty is the power of lords, they fluster, and stammer, as if they could n't words ! Wondrous their agency—their volatility. make themselves believe that they only look upon Otherwise how could Pythagoras, writing words a man made like themselves ; no, they somehow in bean-juice here upon the earth, have had the mix him up with his lands and his castles, and his self-same syllables printed upon the moon? What heaps of money, and the thought 's too big for 'em a great human grief it is that this secret should to bear. But I will conclude as I began, Mr. have been lost! Otherwise what glorious means Aniseed. Therefore I say I have a great eye for of publication would the moon have offered! Let gilt gingerbread.”
us imagine the news of the day for the whole This philosophical discourse brought the talkers world written by certain scribes on the next night's to their destination. Jem stooped before the moon—when she shone! What a blessed boon to kitchen-windows, prying curiously through them. the telescope-makers ! How we should at once “What seek you there, Jem?" asked Capstick. jump at all foreign news! What a hopeless jar
“I was thinking," answered Jem, “ if I could gon of blood and freedom would the Magi of Spain only see Kitty, we might go in through the write upon the planet! How would the bigkitchen.'
hearted men of America thereon publish their Mr. Capstick made no answer, but looking a price-current of slaves—the new rate of the pecunia lofty reproof at Jem, he took two strides to the viva, the living penny in God's likeness—as the door, and seizing the knocker, struck it with an market varied? And France, too, would someassertion of awakened dignity. “ Through the times with bloody pen write ory there, obscuring hall, Mr. Aniseed; through the hall; no area- for a time the light of heaven, with the madness stairs influence for me." As he made this proud of man. And Poland, pale with agony, yet desdeclaration, the door was opened ; and to the perately calm, would write—“Patience, and wait astonishment of the porter, the muffin-maker, the hour.” And the scribes of St. Petersburgh asked coolly as though he was cheapening pip- would placard “God and the Emperor”—blaspins at an apple-stall—“ Can we see the mar- phemous conjunction !- And the old Pope would
have his scrawl-and Indian princes, and halfThe porter had evidently a turn for humor: he plucked nabobs-and Chinamen—and Laplanders was not one of those janitors who, seated in their and the Great Turk-andleathern chairs, resent every knock at the door as No-no! Thank Heaven ! the secret of Pythaa violation of their peace and comfort. There- goras-if indeed he ever had it, if he told not a fore, curling the corners of his mouth, he asked in magnificent fam—is lost; otherwise, what a poor a tone of comic remonstrance-"Now what do scribbled moon it would be ; its face wrinkled and you want with the marquess ?"
scarred by thousands of quills—tattooed with what “ That the marquess shall be benefited by know- was once news, - printed with playhouse bills and ing," answered Capstick. “ There is my name;" testimonials gracefully vouchsafed to corn-cutters ! and the muffin-maker, with increasing dignity, No. Thank God ! Pythagoras safely dead, there handed his shop-card to the porter.
is no man left to scrawl his pot-hooks on the moon. “It's no use," said the porter, shaking his Her light-like too oft the light of truth-is not head at the card, “not a bit of use. We don't darkened by quills. eat muffins here."
And after ihis broomstick flight to the moon, At this moment, Cesar Gum, the African foot- descend we to the card of Capstick, muffin-maker. man, appeared in the hall, and with greatest The words he wrote were simply these—“A cordiality welcomed Bright Jem. “Come to native of Liquorish, with a vote for the borough." see Kitty?—she delight to see you—come down Now, it is one of the graceful fictions of the
English constitution—and many of its fictions no “Will you take this to the marquess?" and doubt pass for its best beauties, in the like manner twitching his card from the porter's fingers, Cap- that the fiction of false hair, false color, false stick gave it to Cesar. The black felt every dispo- teeth, passes sometimes for the best loveliness of sition to oblige the friend of Kitty's brother, but a tinkered face-it is one of these fictions that the raised his hands and shook his head with a hope- English peer never meddles with the making of a less shake. “Stop,” said Capstick. He took member of the house of commons. Not he. Let the card, and wrote some words on the back of it. the country make its lower house of senators as it He then returned it to the porter.
best may, the English peer will have no hand in “Oh!" cried the porter, when he had read the the matter. He would as soon, in his daily mystic syllables, “Cesar, I ’spose you must take walks, thi of lifting a load upon a porter's it," and Cesar departed on the errand.
back, as of helping to lift a commoner into his
We say, this is a fiction of the constitution ;
and beautiful in its influence upon the human Now, we hope that we have sufficiently inter- | mind, is fiction. Now, the Marquess of St. James
had in his father's lifetime represented the borough | was somewhat abashed, a little furried at the of Liquorish. He was returned by at least a hun- splendor around him. He was not ashamed of dred and fifty voters as independent as their very his poverty; yet he somehow felt that it had no limited number permitted them to be. The business intruding in such a paradise. calumny of politics had said that the house of St. In a few moments, the muffin-maker and Jem James carried the borough of Liquorish in its found themselves in a magnificent library. Seated pocket, as easily as a man might in the same at a table was a short, elderly little man, dressed place carry a rotten apple or a rotten egg. Let in black. His face was round as an apple. He the reader believe only as much of this as his had small, sharp, grey eyes, which for a few mocharity will permit him.
ments he levelled steadily at Capstick and Jem, Now it oddly enough happened that, at the time and then suddenly shifted them in a way that dewhen Capstick sought to approach the marquess, clared all the innermost and dearest thoughts of the parliament was near its dissolution. The wicked muffin-maker to be, in that glance, read and duly old hag was all but breathing her last, yet-case- registered. “Pray be seated,” said the gentlehardened old sinner!-she expressed no contrition, man; and Capstick heavily dropped himself into showed no touch of conscience for her past life of a velvet chair. Bright Jem, on the contrary, iniquity; for her wrongs she had committed upon settled upon the seat lightly as a butterfly upon a the weak and poor; for the nightly robberies damask rose : and like the butterfly, it seemed upon them who toiled for the especial luxury of doubtful with him, whether every momen: he those who, like the tenants of a cheese, lived and would not flutter off again. Capstick at once crawled upon unearned pensions ; she repented concluded that he was in the presence of the marnot of the blood she had shed in the wickedness quess. Jem knew better, having seen the nobleof war; never called about her soft-hearted, tear- man; but thought possibly it might be some earl ful, most orthodox bishops, to assuage the agony or duke, a friend or relation of the family. Howof her remorse, and to cause her to make a clean ever, both of them augured well of their mission, breast of all her hidden iniquity. No. Parlia- from the easy, half-cordial manner of the illustriment was about to expire-about to follow her ous gentleman in black. His words, too, were sinful predecessors (what horrid epitaphs has low and soft, as though breathed by a flute. He history written upon some of them !) and she seenied the personification of gentleness and heard no voice of conscience; all she heard was politeness. Nevertheless, reader, he was not of the chink of guineas pursed by bribery for her the peerage: being, indeed, nothing more than
Mr. Jonathan Folder, librarian-and at times conEven the marquess' porter felt the coming of fidential agent-to the Marquess of St. James. the new election. His fidelity to his master and He had just received the orders of his lordship to his patriotism to merry England had been touched give audience on his behalf, to what might be an by a report that the borough of Liquorish was important deputation from the borough of Liquorabout to be invaded by some revolutionary spirit, ish : hence, Mr. Folder, alive to the patriotic resolved to snatch it from the time-honored grasp interest of his employer and friend-as, occasionof the house of St. James, and—at any cost-to ally, he would venture to call the Marquess—was wash it of the stain of bribery. Somebody had smiling and benignant. dared to say that he would sit for the independent “ Mr. Capstick-I presume you are Mr. Capborough of Liquorish if every voter in it had a stick”—and Mr. Folder with his usual sagacity, gold watch, and every voter's wife a silver tea-pot bowed to the muffin-maker—" we are glad to see and diamond ear-rings. This intelligence was you. This house is always open to the excellent, enough to make all true lovers of their country and patriotic voters of Liquorish. There never look about them. Therefore did the porter con- was a time, Mr. Capstick, when it more behoved sider Mr. Capstick-although a muffin-man-a the friends of the constitution to have their eyes person of some importance to the marquess. Cap- about them. The British constitution—" stick was a voter for the borough of Liquorish “There is no constitution like it," observed the that was bought and sold like any medlar—and muffin-maker drily. therefore, to the mind of the porter, one of the “ That's an old truth, Mr. Capstick”—said essential parts of the British constitution : hence, Mr. Folder—" and, like all old truths, all the the porter was by no means astounded when better for its age.' Cesar returned with a message that Mr. Capstick “No constitution like it," repeated the muffinwas to follow him.
maker. “I dou't know how many times it has n't The muffin-maker passed along, in no way been destroyed since I first knew it-and still it 's dazzled or astonished by the magnificence about all alive. The British constitution, my lord, somehim. He had made his mind up to be surprised times seems to me very like an eel; you may at nothing. Arabian splendors-it was his belief flay it and chop it to bits; yet all for ihat, the -would have failed to disturb the philosophic pieces will twist and wriggle again.” serenity of his soul. He had determined, accord- “ It is one of its proud attributes, Mr. Caping to his own theory, to extract the man from the stick”—said Folder; doubtless he had not heard marquess—to come, as he would say, direct at bimself addressed as my lord—“one of the glories humanity divested of all its worldly furniture. of the constitution, that it is elastic-peculiarly Bright Jem meekly followed the misanthrope, elastic." treading the floor with gentlest tread ; and won. “ And that's, I suppose, my lord”-surely Mr. dering at the freak of fortune that even for a mo- Folder was a little deaf"ihat 's why it gets ment had enabled him, a tenant of Short's Gar- mauled about so much. Just as boys don't mind dens, to enter such an abode. Bright Jem could what tricks they play upon cats—because, poor not help feeling this, and at the same time feeling devils, somebody to spite 'em, has said they've a sort of shame at the unexpected weakness. He got nine lives. But I beg your pardon, this is my had believed himself proof to the influence of friend-Mr. James Aniseed, better known as grandeur nevertheless, he could not help it; he Bright Jem," and Capstick introduced the link
Mr. Folder slightly rose from his chair, and “ Yes I'm a voter with a perjury jewel to sell” graciously bowed to Jem; who, touched by the said Capstick—"and therefore is n't it delightful courtesy, rose bolt upright; and then, after a to me, as a man who hates the world, to have fine moment's hesitation, he took half-a-dozen strides gentlemen, honorable gentlemen, yes titled gentletowards Mr. Folder, and-ere that gentleman was men, coming about me and chaffering with me for aware of the design-shook him heartily by the that little jewel-that when they've bought it of hand. Then, Jem, smiling and a little fushed, me, they may sell it again at a thumping profit? returned to his chair. Again taking his seat, he The marquess is n't that sort of manlooked about him with a brightened, happy face, “ I should hope not, Mr. Capstick," said Folder, for Mr. Folder—the probable nobleman—had re- with a smile that seemed to add-impossible. turned the linkman's grasp with a most cordial “ Certainly not. But is n't it, I say, pleasant pressure.
to a man-hater like me, to see this sort of dealing “ And, Mr. Aniseed,” said Folder, “ I presume -to know that, however mean, and wicked, and you have also a voice in the constitution ; you rascally, the voter is who sells his jewel-he is have a vote for "
taught the meanness, encouraged in the wicked“ Not a morsel, my lord," answered Jem. “I ness, and more than countenanced in the rascality, have n't a voice in anything; all I know about the by the high and lofty fellow with the money-bag. constitution is that it means taxes; for you see, Oh! at the school of corruption, ar n't there some my lord, I've only one room and that 's a little un nice high-nob ushers ?" -and so, you see, my lord, I've no right to “ Never mind that, Mr. Capstick,” said Bright nothing.' Whilst Jem pursued this declaration, Jem, who began to fear for the success of their Mr. Folder, doubtless all unconsciously, rubbed mission, if the muffin-maker thus continued to vinhis right hand with his handkerchief. The mem- dicate his misanthrophy. “Never mind that. We ber might, possibly, have caught some taint from can't make a sore any better by putting a plaster the shake of a low man without a vote.
of bad words to it: never mind that ;-but Mr. “ Nevertheless, Mr. Capstick, we are happy to Capstick,” said Jem) earnestly,“ let 's mind somesee you,” said Folder, with a strong emphasis thing else." upon the pronoun. “Public morality-I mean the “ Then I am to understand," said Mr. Folder, morality of the other party—is getting lower and who in his philosophy had been somewhat enterlower. In fact, I should say, the world—that is, tained by the philippics of the muffin-maker—"I you know what part of the world I mean—is be- am to understand, that your present business in no coming worse and worse, baser and baser.' way relates to anything connected with the bor
6. There is no doubt of it, my lord,” answered ough?'' Capstick-“ for if your lordship,”
* Not at present,” said Capstick, "only I hope Capstick had become too emphatic. It was that his lordship won't forget I have a voice. therefore necessary that Folder should correct Because" him. “ I am not his lordship. No, I ain not,” he At this moment, the door flew open, and a child repeated, not unobservant of the arched eyebrows of —a beautiful creature-gambolled into the room. the muffin-maker_“I am deputed by his lordship It was young St. James. The very cherub, as to receive you, prepared to listen to your wishes, Kitty Muggs would have called him, robbed by or to the wishes of any of the respectable constit- the iniquitous, the hopeless St. Giles. Truly he uents of the borough of Liquorisli. We are not was a lovely thing. His fair, fresh young faceunaware, Mr. Capstick, of the movements of the informed with the innocence, purity, and hapenemy. But we shall be provided against them. piness of childhood-spoke at once to the heart of They, doubtless, will be prepared to tamper with ihe beholder. What guilelessness was in his the independence of the electors, but as I have large blue eyes—what sweetness at his mouthsaid”—and Folder et his words fall slowly as what a fair, white expanse of brow-adorned with though they were so many gems—" as I have clustering curls of palest gold! His words and said, there we can beat them on their own dirty laughter came bubbling from the heart, making grounds.'
the sweetest music of the earth; the voice of “ There is no doubt whatever of it,” said Cap- happy childhood! A sound that sometimes calls
none at all. And then in these matters, us from the hard dealing, the tumult, and the there's nothing like competition-nothing what weariness of the world—and touches us with ten
For my part, I must say, I like to see it—der thoughts, allied to tender tears. it does me good-an election, such an election as “What a beautiful cretur !" whispered Jem to we have in Liquorish, is a noble sight for a man the muffin-maker. “He's been kept out of the who, like myself, was born to sneer at the world. mud of the world, has n't he? I say; it ild At such a time, I feel myself exalted."
be a hard job to suppose that blooming little fellow " No doubt-no doubt'-said Mr. Folder. -with rags on his back, matches in his hand, and
“ Then I feel my worth, every penny of it, in nothin' in his belly, eh? Quite as hard as to what is called the social scale. For instance, think young St. Giles was him, eh? And yet it now, I open the shop of my conscience, with the might ha' been-might n't it?" pride of a tradesman who knows he's got some- ** Here is the future member for Liquorish," thing in his window that people must buy. I said Mr. Folder, the child having run up to him, have a handsome piece of perjury to dispose of—" and jumping upon his kness. “Here, sir, is your
“Mr. Capstick ! Perjury!” cried Folder a little future representative." shocked.
“Well, if he keeps his looks,” said Jem aside “Why, you see, sir,” said Capstick, " for most to Capstick, you won't have nothing to comthings, there's two names—a holyday name, and plain. a working-day name.
“Of course, the borough will be kept warm for “ That's true,” said Jem-and then he added the young gentleman, " said the muffin-man. with a bow to Folder, “ saving your presence, sir ; “ He may count upon my vote-yes, I may say, quite true.”
he may depend upon it. In the mean time, sir, I
come upon a little business in which that young the conceit in me to think that then the boy gentleman is remotely concerned."
would n't have been a thief at all. He'd then " You don't mean the shameful robbery last been better taught, and teaching 's everything. night?" said Mr. Folder. “A frightful case of I'd have sent him to school, and the devil has n't juvenile depravity! Another proof that the world 's such an enemy nowhere as a good schoolmaster. * getting worse and worse."
Even now I should like to try my hand upon him, “ No doubt of it,” said Capstick , worse and if I could have him all to myself, away from the worse ; it's getting so bad, it must soon be time wickedness he was hatched in." to burn it up."
“I dare say you mean very well, my man, no " The poor little boy who did it, sir," said doubt of it,” said Mr. Folder. “ Still, I think, Bright Jem, very deferentially,“ did n't know any the boy had a little taste of the jail—”. better."
“A little taste," groaned Jem," if he has ever “Know no better! _Impossible! Why, how so little, he's pisoned for life; I know that, I've old is he?" asked Mr. Folder.
seen it afore." “ Jist gone seven, sir, not more ;” answered “ And so, sir,” resumed Capstick, "I am come Jem.
as a petitioner, and as a voter for the borough of “And here's this dear child not yet seven! Liquorish, to ask his lordship's compassion upon And do you mean to tell me that he does n't know this wretched child." better? Do you mean in your ignorance to insin- “Well, I'm sure, Mr. Capstick, I'll see what's uate that this young gentleman would do such a to be done, I'm sure I will. Now will you,"'thing-eh?" cried Folder of the abashed linkman. and Mr. Folder addressed himself smilingly to the
“Bless his dear, good eyes, no”-said Jem, child" will you ask papa, for your sake, to with some emotion—" sartinly not. But then he 's forgive the naughty boy that run away with your been taught better. Ever since he could speak, hat?". and I dare say almost afore-every night and day “Oh, yes, that I will," answered the child he was taken upon somebody's knees, and teached eagerly. " You know I don't care about the hat
his prayers—and what was good and what I've plenty of hats. I'll run to papa now,”: was bad-and besides that, to have all that was and the child jumped from Folder's knee, and quiet and happy and comfortable about him and bounded from the room. kind words and kind looks that are almost better “There, my man,” said Folder, with a smile than bread and meat to children—for they make of triumph to Bright Jem, " there you see the 'em kind and gentle too-now, the poor little boy spontaneous work of a good nature.” that stole that young gentleman 's hat~".
“With good teaching,” said Jem. “I know'd “I don't want the hat”—cried the child, for the little cretur that's now locked up—I knowed he had heard the story of the wicked boy at the him when he was a babby, and if he'd only had playhouse—“I don't want it-he may have it if fair play he'd had done the same thing." he likes I told papa so.”
“Let us hope he 'll improve if he 's forgiven," "Bless you, for a sweet little dear,” said Jem, said Mr. Folder. “I will, however, go to his brushing his eyes.
lordship, and know his fate.” With this, Folder “ The truth is, sir, I came here,” said Capstick, quitted the apartment on his benevolent mission. “I came as a voter for the independent borough " What a capital thought it was of you, Mr. of Liquorish—to intercede with the magnanimity Capstick, to come here-it had never entered my of the marquess for the poor little wretch-the head,” said Jem. unhappy baby, for he's no more—now locked up “ Nothing like approaching the fountain source," for felony."
said Capstick, serenely. “Besides, I know an “What's the use ?" asked Mr. Folder, dancing election is near at hand; and as an election apthe scion of St. James upon his kneewhat's proaches, you can't think how it takes the stiffthe use of doing anything for such creatures ? ness out of some people. There 's no accounting It's only throwing pity away. The boy is sure for it, I suppose, but so it is." to be hanged some time-depend upon it, when “A great many books here, Mr. Capstick" boys begin to steal, they can't leave it off—it's ---said Jem, looking reverentially at the loaded impossible—it's against nature to expect it. I shelves—"I wonder if his lordship 's read 'em always give 'em up from the first-and, depend all." upon it, it's the shortest way in the end ; it saves “Humph," answered the scoffing muffin-maker, a good deal of useless trouble, and I may say “it is not so necessary to read a library; the false humanity. As for what children are taught, great matter 's to get it. With a good many and what they 're not taught—why, I think we folks heaps of books are nothing more than heaps make more noise about it than the augument is of acquaintance, that they promise themselves to worth. You see, Mr. Capstick, there is an old look in upon some day.' proverb : what's bred in the bone, you know—" Well,” said Jem, his eyes glistening, “I
“Why, sir, saving your presence, if wicked- never see books all in this fashion, without thinkness goes down from father to son, like color the only way I see to make the world better is to tant person in the state than he who is peculiarly entrusted
* I will not say a village schoolmaster is a more imporlay hold of all the bad people, and put 'em out of with the education of the Prince of Wales, though I it at once; so that for the future,” concluded Jem, think he is a far more important personage than the “ we should breed nothing but goodness.
highest state officer in the king's household. The material Pray, my good man”—asked Mr. Folder— rash to venture to limit his range or capacities.- Lord
he has to deal with is man, and I think it would be rather are you the father of the thief?”
Morpeth at the York Diocesan National Education No, sir, I'm not. I wish I was, with all my Society. [Had a plebeian enunciated this great truth, he heart and soul," cried Jem with aniination. would, from certain quarters, have been pelted with the
“ Humph, you ’ve an odd taste for a father,” sounding yet harmless epithets of demagogue and revolushortly observed Mr. Folder.
tionist. Here, however, it is an English nobleman who
places a village schoolmaster above a royal chamberlain. " What I mean, sir, is this,” said Jem. “I've | All honor to such nobility !]