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acute surveyor should have reserved them for of the hut. The wretched man lay wide the public. He had possessed himself of the awake, watching with a keen look the dooronly site for quays and wharves, for the erec-way, and as I advanced, he lifted up his tion of a church, and for the supply of spring right hand, and said— water. He had managed to monopolize woodlands, just where their magnificent timber was at hand for exportation. If they wanted a market, they must re-buy it of him.

"That's you, doctor; but I'm better, we were in too great a hurry. You'll consider that, eh?'

"You are better, you think?'

"During this time I was feeling his pulse. He watched me with a look which betrayed a far deeper anxiety than his words would indicate. I put down his arm quietly, and sate in solemn silence on a rude stool, which the woman brought me to his bedside.

"From what the man could tell me, I per66 6 O, much better! my pains are gone. ceived that the very complaint of which I had They were shocking, shocking. If I could formerly relieved him had seized him once but move my legs - but they seem to be more in his old age. I believed his time was bad. Yet what can ail them? I am betcome, but I did not feel justified in refusing ter, much better.' his call under such solemn circumstances, where no other aid was to be got; I resolved, however, to make a stand for some fair remuneration this time. When the messenger saw I hesitated to undertake the journey, he pulled from his pocket an open note. It was in Stonecrop's own scraggy, scrambling hand, now almost illegible from feebleness; but it offered large terms, which showed that he doubted of my coming. I wrote at the foot of the note that I accepted them, and made the messenger witness it. We went.

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"You think me better, doctor, don't you?' said the wasted old man with a ghastly and eager look. You must think so, I am so easy now.'

"Mr. Stonecrop,' I said, in a tone to prepare him as well as I could for the truth, you are now an old man, and no circumstance should take you by surprise, especially where it concerns your most important affairs. You are easy; thank God for it; but don't calculate upon that as delaying the crisis at which we must all arrive. I cannot flatter you with hopes of recovery.'

"The thin, prominent features of the dying man, which looked wan and bloodless before, at these words grew livid. His eyes glared on me with a fearful expression, their white gleaming with a strange largeness and glaziness. He clutched me by the sleeve with his big, bony hand, which yet seemed to retain an iron grasp.

"When we descended into this new township it was evening, almost dark, and there was a fog so thick that, as my guide said, 'You might almost hang your hat up on it.' We made our way through roods of mire a yard deep, ploughed up by bullock-teams; and piles of sawn timber, and trunks of felled trees, amongst blazing fires that blinded us, when near, and which gave us no help at a distance for the dense haze. In the midst of all the indescribable confusion, discomfort, and ugliness of such a nascent settlement, we found our great man domiciled in a mere shed, which had been erected by some sawyers. There he had cooked for himself; and, if one might jest on such a subject, had literally "But you don't think I shall die soon? taken in and done for himself. The damp- Not for some days, weeks, months? No, no, ness of that low, hollow spot, and the inces- I cannot die. I have so much to do.' sant rains, had again produced a pleurisy. "Let me speak plainly to you,' I added. "A kind-hearted woman, the wife of aIf you have so much to do, you have little drayman just by, ad gone in at his cries, time to do it in. Your hours, nay, your and nursed him to the best of her ability. minutes, are numbered.' She described his agonies and moans as having been terrible; and when I said, but he is still now; she gave a look full of meaning, and said:

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"Yes, and to my thinking will soon be stiller.'

"I went in. A candle burnt on a deal box, besides the bedstead, the only furniture

"At these words, he lay for a few moments, as if stunned. Then, dragging hard at my sleeve, he exclaimed, in a fearful, gasping voice, between a screech and a whisper

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'could save you for a second beyond the two short hours that the progress of your disease has marked out for you.'

"But you must save me, doctor. You can do it; you did it before. Think what I have to do; what affairs I have unsettled; and that Widow Tredgold, who prayed that I might never see her mortgaged fields again. What won't she say? A judgment she 'll call it. No, no, doctor, save me! Say but the word, and I'll forgive the widow all. And those Hexam's children - them, too them, too! O Lord! O Lord! who would have to do with widows and orphans? A man has no chance. There is no driving a bargain with them with any comfort-only trouble, trouble, trouble! But let them do just as they like. Doctor, say the word, and I'll build a church here. They'll want one. Say it at once, doctor. I can't die, for I have so much so very much to do!'

"Have you made your will?' "No-yes, I once did. I left my nephew the land, and my two nieces the houses and the money. But it would not do. When I looked on my lands they seemed no longer mine. These, I said, are Tom's; and when I looked at the houses and securities, these, I said, are Mary's and Jane's. No, no; they were no longer mine. I could not feel them mine, and I tore up the will.'

"You must make another.' "Yes, yes, doctor-you'll give me time for that! O,I have so much - so very much to do!'

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"I gave the woman instructions to fetch in pen and paper, quickly; but such things are not soon procured in such a spot. When she was gone, I added: 'And your Maker' who has crowned you with so much of his wealth, how stand your preparations with him?'

"Time enough for that, doctor. Let us make the will first. That's the first thingthat must be done first.'

"He endeavored to turn himself, as if to be ready to dictate; but sudden spasms seized him; he gasped for breath; clutched convulsively my sleeve; groaned, his head fell back, and with a deep sigh, saying halfaudibly, 'I have so much to do!' the days of the great owner of many lands were over. The shrewd foreseer of events, the sagacious speculator, the keen safe bargainer, died, with his chief work unaccomplished the grand bargain of existence unsecured!

"It has required the sharp ride of to-day, over rock, and stone, and fallen trunk, up steep jagged acclivities, and over many a mile of dark mountain forest, amid the moaning winds and the snapping boughs, to dissipate the black impression of that death-bed. But now for a sleep!

The three friends threw themselves on their hard couches; and, at break of day, were travelling through a region of magnificent mountains, with a bright sun beaming above them amid flying clouds, towards the hospitable home of the accomplished and popular Esculapius.

SELECTIONS FROM AUTHORS LITTLE KNOWN. Is there extant any work containing chosen extracts from unknown or obscure authors? And if not, would not such a work be a valuable addition to our literature, and be a good pecuniary speculation to the publisher? Among the many thousand volumes laid aside and forgotten (and each perhaps deservedly so, as a whole) by the public, and only known to the curious haunters of public libraries, there must be some passages worthy of being rescued from oblivion, either for their originality or beauty.

I would instance what I mean by the lines from Aaron Hill's tragedy of Athelwold cited in "N. & Q.," Vol. v., pp. 78, 138, 212. The trag

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From Putnam's Monthly.

THE RANGER.

BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

ROBERT RAWLIN!- Frosts were falling
When the ranger's horn was calling

Through the woods to Canada.
Gone the winter's sleet and snowing,
Gone the springtime's bud and blowing,
Gone the summer's harvest mowing,

And again the fields are gray.
Yet away, he's away,
Faint and fainter hope is growing
In the hearts that mourn his stay.

Where the lion, crouching high on
Abraham's rock with teeth of iron

Glares o'er wood and wave away;
Faintly thence, as pines far sighing,
Or, as thunder spent and dying,
Come the challenge and replying,

Come the sounds of fight and fray. Well-a-day! Hope and pray! Some are living, some are lying

In their red graves far away.
Straggling rangers, worn with dangers,
Homeward faring, weary strangers,

Pass the farm-gate on their way;
Tidings of the dead and living,
Forest march and ambush giving,
Till the maidens leave their weaving,
And the lads forget their play.
"Still away, still away!"
Sighs a sad one, sick with grieving,
"Why does Robert still delay?"
Nowhere fairer, sweeter, rarer,
Does the golden-locked fruit-bearer
Through his painted woodlands stray,
Than where hill-side oaks and beeches
Overlook the long, blue reaches,
Silver coves, and pebbled beaches,
And green isles of Casco Bay;
Nowhere Day, for delay,
With a tenderer look beseeches,

"Let me with my charmed earth stay!"

On the grain-lands of the mainlands
Stands the serried corn like train-bands,
Plume and pennon rustling gay;
Out at sea, the islands wooded,
Silver birches, golden-hooded,
Set with maples, crimson-blooded,
White sea-foam and sand-hills gray,
Stretch away, far away,
Dim and dreary, over-brooded

By the hazy autumn day.

Gaily chattering to the clattering
Of the brown nuts downward pattering,
Leap the squirrels, red and gray.
On the grass-land, on the fallow,
Drop the apples, red and yellow,
Drop the russet pears and mellow,

Drop the red leaves all the day.
And away, swift away

Sun and cloud, o'er hill and hollow
Chasing, weave their web of play.

"Martha Mason, Martha Mason, Prithee tell us of the reason

Why you mope at home to-day: Surely smiling is not sinning; Leave your quilling, leave your spinning: What is all your store of linen, If your heart is never gay? Come away, come away! Never yet did sad beginning Make the task of life a play." Overbending, till she 's blending With the flaxen skein she 's tending, Pale brown tresses smoothed away From her face of patient sorrow, Sits she, seeking but to borrow From the trembling hope of morrow, Solace for the weary day.

"Go your way, laugh and play; Unto him who heeds the sparrow And the lily, let me pray."

"With our rally rings the valley.
Join us!" cried the blue-eyed Nelly;
"Join us!" cried the laughing May:
"To the beach we all are going,
And, to save the task of rowing,
West by north the wind is blowing,
Blowing briskly down the bay!
Come away, come away!
Time and tide are swiftly flowing,

Let us take them while we may.
"Never tell us that you 'll fail us,
Where the purple beach-plum mellows
On the bluffs so wild and gray.
Hasten, for the oars are falling;
Hark, our merry mates are calling:
Time it is that we were all in,

Singing tideward down the bay!"
Nay, nay, let me stay;

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Sore and sad for Robert Rawlin

Is my heart," she said, "to-day."

"Vain your calling for Rob Rawlin,
Some red squaw his moose-meat 's broiling,
Or some French lass, singing gay;
Just forget, as he 's forgetting;
What avails a life of fretting?
If some stars must needs be setting,
Others rise as good as they.
"Cease, I pray; go your way!"
Martha cries, her eye-lids wetting,

Foul and false the words you say!"
"Martha Mason, heed to reason,
Prithee, put a kinder face on!"
"Cease to vex me," did she say:
"Better at his side be lying,
With the mournful pine-trees sighing,
And the wild birds o'er us crying,
Than to doubt like mine a prey;
While away, far away,

Turns my heart, forever trying
Some new hope for each new day;

"When the shadows veil the meadows,
And the sunset's golden ladders

Climb the twilight's walls of gray

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Cheery-voiced, can hear him teaming

Universal Nature

Revels in her birth,

When God, in pleasant weather, Smiles upon the earth!

Down the locust-shaded way;
But away, swift away
Fades the fond, delusive seeming,
And I kneel, again to pray.

"When the growing dawn is showing,
And the barn-yard cock is crowing,

And the horned moon pales away,
From a dream of him awaking,
Every sound my heart is making
Seems a footstep of his taking;

Then I hush the thought, and say,
'Nay, nay, he's away!'
Ah! my heart, my heart is breaking
For the dear one far away."

Look up, Martha ! worn and swarthy
Glows a face of manhood worthy:

"Robert!" "Martha !" all they say.
O'er went wheel and reel together,
Little cared the owner whither;
Heart of lead is heart of feather,
Noon of night is noon of day!
Come away, come away!
When such lovers meet each other,
Why should prying idlers stay?
Bare the timbers, quench the embers
Of their red leaves, in December's

Hoary rime and chilly spray.
But the hearth shall kindle clearer,
Household welcomes sound sincerer,
Heart to loving heart draw nearer,

When the bridal bells shall say,
"Hope and pray, trust alway;
Life is sweeter, love is dearer
For the trial and delay!"

PLEASANT WEATHER. THANK God for pleasant weather! Chant it, merry rills!

And clap your hands together,

Ye exulting hills!
Thank Him, teeming valley!
Thank Him, fruitful plain!
For the golden sunshine,

And the silver rain.

Thank God, of good the Giver!
Shout it, sportive breeze!
Respond, O tuneful river!
To the nodding trees.
Thank Him, bud and birdling,
As ye grow and sing!
Mingle in thanksgiving
Every living thing!

Thank God, with cheerful spirit,
In a glow of love,
For what we here inherit,

And our hopes above!

MURMURS.

WHY wilt thou make bright music
Give forth a sound of pain?
Why wilt thou weave fair flowers
Into a weary chain?

Why turn each cool gray shadow
Into a world of fears?

Why think the winds are wailing?
Why call the dewdrops tears?
Voices of happy Nature,

And Heaven's sunny gleam,
Reprove thy sick heart's fancies,
Upbraid thy foolish dream.

Listen I will tell thee

The song Creation sings, From humming-bees in heather To fluttering angels' wings :

Not alone did angels sing it

To the poor shepherds' ear,
But the spheréd Heavens chant it,
And listening Ages hear.

Above thy poor complaining
Rises that holy lay;

When the starry night grows silent,
Then speaks the sunny day.

O leave thy sick heart's fancies,
And lend thy little voice
To the silver song of Glory,
That bids the world rejoice!
Household Words.

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DOUBLE LIFE.

MAN hath two lives; the one of patient toil,
Of ceaseless travail with the stubborn ground,
Of battling with the burly sea's turmoil,
With stubborn metals and the anvil's sound:
The other is a maze of vision'd things,
Infinitely filled up with shapes ideal;
Of gentle thoughts or wild imaginings,
Of shadeless bliss, or terrors grimly real,
And all the winged spirit may conceive
Of human happiness or heavenly wonder.
O, blest is he who best can interweave
This earthly toil with images sublime;
And dwell mid common things such glories

under!

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From the United Service Magazine. SOCIETY AT PERA SINCE THE WESTERN INVASION.

CONSTANTINOPLE combines all the disadvantages of an immense city with those of a small village. The distances are immense, and locomotion is both difficult and troublesome. Pera is a distinct city, inhabited by a mixed population of Greeks, Armenians, Perottes, and strangers. No Turk resides at Pera, with the exception of Haireddim Pasha, the Minister of Police. It is the seat of all the embassies, and possesses a small aristocracy of dragomen.

Perhaps many people in England are not acquainted with the exact meaning of the word "dragoman." Literally, its signification is "interpreter." A valet de place is a dragoman; so is any person who undertakes to translate your ideas and words into another tongue. At Constantinople, however, when you speak of a dragoman, a diplomatic character or embassy interpreter is understood to be alluded to. I fear these gentlemen will not be much flattered at being brought into comparison with the roguish hangers-on of the Pera hotels. Ma come si fa? There is a bird which flies continually along the Bosphorus, up the very centre of that noble stream, skimming the surface of the waters -it has never been seen to rest-and is called the "condemned soul," the facetious add, of the dragoman.

eral estimation. Queer stories are told of them at Pera; but then the world, and especially that portion of it which inhabits the Christian suburbs of Constantinople, is very envious scandal, gossip, and backbiting being their chief occupation and delight.

The day of dragomanial grandeur is now fast waning. It is, however, still impossible to transact business at the Porte without the dragoman. The French and Austrian embassies have already got rid of their Levantine interpreters, those situations being occupied by gentlemen who have acquired the knowledge of Eastern languages in Europe. At Vienna there is an excellent college, where young men are educated for the purpose of being employed in the embassies, legations, and consulates in the East. It must certainly both be more safe and agreeable to have to deal with your own countrymen than with a hired stranger. The immense and responsible confidence that necessarily must be placed in the first dragoman of an embassy, renders this point a matter well worthy of serious consideration. State secrets are in the mouths of such men; and, consequently, full and implicit reliance in the trustworthiness, zeal, and attachment of the dragoman must exist. For these considerations, an educated gentleman from his own country were preferable to a hired stranger; and the emoluments appertaining to the office being very considerable, and the employment both interesting and of a high political character, candidates would not be wanting. Government has already had its attention drawn to this point; and the subject was taken up, I believe, particularly by Lord Palmerston when Minister of Foreign Affairs, and some steps were taken for instructing English gentlemen in Eastern languages, in The dragoman has his kaique and his three order that so important a diplomatic position kaikdgis, who row him backwards and for- should no longer be held by a stranger. On wards for the diplomatic interest of the the other hand, there is much that speaks country, whose languages he is understood strongly for the maintenance of the old systo translate to the Turks at the Porte, and tem. A dragoman must in a manner be an whose interest he thus represents. They are inhabitant of Constantinople, acquainted a very numerous body, and are divided into with the habits of both the land and the different ranks and grades-as first, second, people, born and bred in the country. The and third dragomen, &c.; dragomen of the mere knowledge of the Turkish language is embassy; dragomen of the consulate, &c., not sufficient for the duties of dragoman: a &c. The principal dragoman of one of the knowledge of the Turk himself is indispengreat embassies such as England, France, sable. They are a curious people, the reverse Russia, or Austria-is a person of very of the European in their customs and ideas great influence and no small importance. cunning, yet simple in many respects. I Ambassadors of very little experience in the heard them once compared to children, beEast, little energy, or little ability for fore a nobleman who has a long experience even diplomacy has its blockheads- trust of the East. "Children? Ay, if so, they implicitly to their dragoman. They are, are very wicked ones!" was his apt and however, unfortunately, not a very patriotic true remark. or unselfish race of men; but enjoy, together with many other good people, little gen

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