"You say, Sir Walcot, that you leave a son the legitimate heir to your estate?"

"Yes."

"You were married to his mother?"

"Oh, yes!" he groaned out, for now the death-agony was on him.

"Where is your son? Speak, in God's name!—if you would have justice done him."

"In Jamaica," he whispered.

"What was his mother's name? That there may be no mistake-her name?"

"Eugenia Fanshawe," he gasped out, as he expired.

Sir Walcot Downes had boasted to Gordon, in his first rambling talk, that he had given the Rajah as good as he himself had got. This was true. The unfortunate young man had just strength to reach the second fortress. There he sank lifeless at the feet of the English officer, who had entered with a company of soldiers before him. The baronet

had the honour of really giving the finishing blow to the war. He was a great hero; it may be read, by any one curious in heroic matters, on a tablet in our village church.

CHAPTER XIV.

"But we may doubt at last, whether the eager pursuit of gain is so unreasonable and inexplicable in the miser as in our kind-hearted village friend-whether extortioners with their twenty per cent. interest are half so paradoxical as he. To the money-lender, gain is a trade, the purpose and business of his life; familarized by habit, stimulated by enterprize, encouraged by success. But how strange does it appear that there should be united so much avarice with so much liberality in you, sir, and in me? It is the intoxication of th sober man which should surprise us."

R. LANDOR.

GORDON, a lieutenant of artillery! It is a pretty grade. One from which being attained, for, remember, he has not yet got it

-he might rise to be a ruler of Asia. Why not? A sub-lieutenant of that sort once rose to be ruler of Europe. This is a hint to ambitious young officers in the company's service. On Gordon, such prompting would have been thrown away. He had not the adherence, the constancy to self, acknowledged above all things to be necessary for him who would rise above his fellows. Let us turn then to one who has been trying to teach himself, that in such adherence, such constancy, consists the whole duty of man. Leaving Gordon, it is time to give some account of Hardy.

Well, Benjamin is no longer one of the large clerk community of Liverpool. He is a man on 'change. But certainly, he makes no great figure yet. He bears himself well, however, There is in his air and manner something of sterness of his self-respect, which impresses others with respect for him. He carries within, the consciousness that he

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can be what any of those are, who are the great men there; and, even that he can attain to what is higher, better, nobler, than that to which they have attained. consciousness shews itself in his bearing. Some of the very rich men laugh when he passes them and say, "Hey! a high fellow!"

He is pleased when this catches his ear, for he would not be high as they are high only by being rich.

His partner, the radical, has long been known on 'Change. He shews himself there with a rough, free and easy demeanour, meant to declare that he acknowledges no man to be above him; but it also as plainly declares that none below shall put themselves on his level. There is in this an apparent frankness which has the effect of making him pass for an honest, open character a character which his countenance strongly belied.

The keenness and shrewdness of his look,