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lacerated mind; that was—if he himself accepting parish relief. Yet, so rigid
had been led as a sheep to the slaughter was her independence, that she declared
by the powerful fascinations of Ferris's she would never have submitted to this
smooth tongue, and manners formed for extreme degradation but for the sake of
all occasions, backed by the influence of her orphan grand-daughter. Bessy was
seeming respectability of position, was it the last link that bound her to earth.
to be wondered at if Nelly—thoughtless There was a great deal of selfishness, no
and giddy as she was—had been induced doubt, in her jealous love of the young
to place faith in the arch deceiver ? But girl who toiled so hard for her, but yet it
that she could have married bim, or he was touching in the highest degree to
could have married her, was inexplicable- see how unceasing and intense this love
monstrous ! Not only had he appeared was.
to be the last man in the world to en- The old woman had but one cotton
cumber himself with a poor wife, but, in gown to wear-all patched and darned
his present position, such a step looked over, so that little of the original material
all but suicidal.

remained and her cap, of plain white
Meanwhile, at No. 2, round the cor- net, held on by a broad, black band of
ner, the Hue and Cry (offering a re- rusty velvet, had been washed and ironed
ward of £100 for the apprehension of every Saturday time out of mind, but yet
Ferris and his clerk) had been circu- one might walk far to see another such
lated from hand to hand in the cook- picture of clean, respectable, dignified
shop, and a casual lodger in the house, old age in extreme poverty as Bessy's
one of Mickle’s boon companions, stood grandmother presented. Her face was
up to read it. A girl of all-work and strong in all its lineaments, enduring-
a washerwoman listened outside a half- firm, and not even yet, at eighty-five,
open passage door, through which poor devoid of the high spirit of her better
Bessy Lee glided, and stood to hear the days.
whole of that terrible document, with one When she heard of the Hue and Cry-
hand pressed to her bosom, and the other when Bessy's frail and wasted figure
resting on a penny pie-tin, to steady cowered beside her knees, and the pale

, her shaking frame. Then back, like a pinched face sought a refuge, as it were, frightened hare, she flew to her room on her bony hands, and the eager voice up-stairs.

sought for comfort in the heart's great O, Grandmother! they offer £100 need, the poor old lady tried to reason for Mr. Ferris and Mickle. Do you think with the sufferer, while her own overanybody will be found base enough to be- tasked nature was fast giving way. tray them? Do you think they will be “My dear,” she said, “this is very taken? And if they are, what will be foolish, and not right. Mickle may not come of them ?”

be taken, or not proved guilty; and if Bessy had flung herself on her knees the worst happens, the penalty is not so beside the helpless old lady, who sat heavy now as it was in my young days, chained by paralysis in the only corner Then, it was not imprisonment with hard of the mean room that was not exposed labour, or transportation — but death. to draughts.

Ah! they were cruel times. Come, come, Mrs. Lee was eighty-five-had been the look up, and hope the best." wife of a scientific and talented man, who “I will—I will !" sobbed Bessy, and

before having achieved arose, and lit the fire, and made tea for enough of wealth-after his debts were her grandmother, and sat down to work; liquidated—to pay for his own funeral. but the tears fell fast on her sewing, and Ah, what a long, weary struggle with she had hardly the strength to wipe them grim poverty had his widow! but the away. bitterest pang which her still proud Bessy sat up at night to make up for feelings experienced, was being at last lost time during her illness. She finished compelled to ward off actual starvation by a bundle of shirts, and proceeded to take

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them to the warehouse. When she re- piteously inquired. “ Have you any idea turned with the trifling remuneration, where he is? Do tell me!" which was at once laid out on a basket Of course this was whispered ner. of coals, a little bread and tea, and the vously; but George assured her. that he unusual luxury of two ounces of roast had not the slightest information to give meat “from the joint,”—then the meek her. worker sat down thankfully by her grand- She beckoned him to follow her into a mother to rest, have her scanty dinner, small empty room, on whose yellow winand talk of Mickle-". -"poor fellow !"

dow-panes was chalked TO LET; and, While thus making the very best of closing the door carefully, begged him to her hard lot, one of the children of the tell her if he knew any particulars of what house opened the door, and thrust in a Mickle was accused of.

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very dirty face to say,

“I really cannot say, beyond assisting tleman here as wants you, Miss.” Mr. Ferris to commit forgery. But I am

Bessy went out to the stair-landing, accused of the same thing, and only walk and was much moved to see the secretary at large on bail.” of Randal House, whom she well recol. “You! Well, now, perhaps I may venlected as Mickle's friendly guest the even- ture to ask you, as a friend-you are a ing before the clerk fled.

friend to Mickle, are you not, Sir ?” He spoke to her with great kindness She looked so pleadingly—as it were and sympathy, and begged to know if begging to be told the truth. there was anything he could do for her. “I will never be his enemy," replied Bessy shook her head sadly. 'Oh, Sir! George, guardedly. “I will never injure do you

think he will be taken ?" she him, if I know it, by words or acts."

“O, thank you, Sir! Well, now, here sovereign. This was the only means is an old portfolio that belonged to Mickle. George had been able to think of for conI don't want the officers or grandmother veying to the poor girl a little pecuniary either to examine it, for it is full of all assistance without making himself per. sorts of things belonging to him; and sonally prominent in the matter, which perhaps—I don't exactly know what to he did not at all wish. do or say about it.”

(To be continued.) George took the old portfolio into his hands, and there fell out a piece of scribbled writing paper, traced all over

LADIES AT A HINDOO COURT. with imitations of signatures-his own among the rest.

At about eleven A.M., the ladies reHe knew Mickle was clever in imitat- clined on their charpoys; a slave girl ing handwriting, and here was evidence fanned each of them, another rubbed and enough that the clerk was fully capable patted the soles of their feet, to promote of executing forgeries for his master. At slumber, and they were soon in the land once George pointed this out to the of dreams, their attendants following the simple-hearted Bessy, whose face burned example. About two o'clock in the after. like a coal. She snatched the portfolio noon they arose, bathed, and commenced away, but several other papers dropped, their toilettes. This process was a very and among them an open note of Lady elaborate one, and occupied fully three Randal to Mr. Ferris, and below her sig- hours, as the ladies of the East are quite nature a capital imitation of it,

as fond of dress and ornaments as their “You see that. He is clearly guilty,” sisters of the West. Their hair was said George. Bessy trembled and looked combed and braided by their handmaids, horror-stricken. George placed his back who appeared to take great delight in against the door while Bessy secured the the task. The combs were of sandal-wood terrible proofs of Mickle's guilt--taking --and queer-looking combs they are—but them out of the portfolio, and putting still they answer the purpose very well

. them in her pocket, by George's advice.

The oil used for their hair is that ex. Destroy them immediately,” said he, tracted from mustard-seed, the rank odour " and depend upon my honour. I will of which is in some measure, though not give no evidence against him of this.altogether, counteracted by some strong “Do not,” she implored.

perfume, with which it is scented for “And now, farewell for the present. toilet purposes. Attar of roses is, perWherever Mickle goes, he will never cease haps, too delicate a perfume for Beloochee to be anxious about you; but, for your noses, as my informant never saw any at own sake, you must try and forget him." Khyrpoor, but sandal-wood oil was in

Bessy shook her downcast head. “I great request. Musk is also much prized, shall never forget him now he is in as is rose-water, essence of jasmyn, and trouble and danger-I shall never try orange flowers. The ladies are partia to.”

too, to the odoriferous gums which are “Here," said George, after contem- occasionally burnt in their dwellings. plating her a moment with tender pity, Amongst their toilet requisites is a sweet" is a small packet which he left with me smelling wash for the hands, called for you; do not open it now. Once owpteneh, extracted from lemon-blossoms, more, remember, if you need help in any

lemon peel, sandal-wood, civet, and frankway, I shall be glad of the opportunity incense, prepared in rose-water, but this to try to serve you.”.

is rarely used. Large quantities of con. “ God bless you, Sir, for your kindness serve of roses are prepared in every to Mickle and me!” sobbed Bessy; and, mily, and the ladies consider it a sovewith his own eyes wet, George hurried reign remedy for all trifling ills. away.

In the little packet Bessy found a

“Do the birds sing during the night ?' I LOVE WITH CLOSED EYES.

threw myself into the parlour, and by THERE are in Paris two charitable chance; and feeling my way, gliding persons, rich, young, and happy, who give along the wall, my hand at last reached especially to blind beggars, out of pity the panes of the window. I hastened to to them, and not on account of their open it. I seemed to breathe the odorous dogs. I have seen them a hundred times air which came from the flowers in the pause before these poor people, smile garden, undoubtedly to greet my waksadly at their misfortune, and assist them ing; and I said, with a singular feeling with full hands. The poor blind people of terror, “The grass, the flowers, and soon come to know them; they learn the the shrubs do not give out such warm way which leads to their home; they are perfumes as these in the night. I pronever repulsed by the porter of this noble ceeded to touch, with a trembling hand, house ; they are always certain to reach the side of the window, and it felt hot to the charity of that dwelling with closed my touch. I said again, 'we do not feel eyes. I have no right to mention the the heat of the sun in the night-time.' names of these two kind hearts of whom 'Halloa !' I shouted, what o'clock is I write; I shall baptise them at will in a it?' The village belfry condescending to story which reveals the secret of their answer me, the clock struck twelve. best charities—the charities of a tender “At the same moment the servant of recollection.

the inn knocked at my chamber-door. "What I am about to tell you is not a Will the gentleman breakfast ?' said he ; fiction,” said to me, one day, Frederic it is noon. Arnay, a college friend of mine, a friend “At these words I staggered like a who does not hate me. “ What I am drunken man. I saw nothing—10 perabout to tell you is not a romance; it is son before me,-night, always night. I a history-my history-that of my wife. hid my face in both my hands; I murThink that since our separation on the mured some confused words; my eyes benches of the Law School I have been had no more sight; nothing but tears. blind, entirely blind. Try to listen and I was blind. follow me; I will carry you to Switzer- “When I recovered my senses, I found land, and I begin.

myself in a carriage, which was rolling "It was that beautiful country about at the swift speed of post-horses; a hand, Bâle, of a summer evening; I had been soft and small enough to be that of a rambling all day, and was exhausted; woman, was gently laid on mine. I had my eyes had seen and admired so many a travelling companion whom I did not natural beauties, that they were dazzled know yet; and I asked without seeing with them. I stumbled about in dizzi. her, ness, which seemed like a painful intoxi. “Where am I ? cation. I knocked at the door of an ex- ««« On the road to Germany.' cellent inn. I lay down, and immediately «To what charitable friend have I the fell asleep in a good bed. I dreamed, honour of speaking, Madame ?' and my dreams were charming. My “The Countess Rose de friend, I only believe now in the beau- “How comes it, Madame, that you tiful dreams which we have when have taken pity on my misfortune.' awake.

“Just because you are unfortunate.' “I awoke that day at the loud sound “What goodness, Madame, for a of a village song. I imagined immedi- simple traveller, a stranger!' ately that the sun was up. Alas! no, my “I knew you well enough to recognise friend; the sun was still asleep, and the you at our first meeting. I have seen night began to seem to me very dark-you often, very often, during the last very terrible. I heard, suddenly, the song winter at Paris, in the saloons of our of birds warbling in the fields; and I embassy, and they called you Frederic said to myself, with a kind of anxiety, d’Arnay. If I may believe the official

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indications of your passport, you desired “I continued my impertinence so far to travel in Austria, did you not ? Well, as to seek for the hand of the countess, I too, am going to Vienna, my native which I finished by finding in my own. country, to my family. This suits won- “Madame, I know you are wise; are derfully, and we are travelling together.' you not witty every day to amuse me?

“6 Alas! Madame, what can I see in I know also that you are rich; you scatter travelling ?

your gold and your silver in the dust of “ • Will you allow me to see for you, the high road. I know that you are M. Frederic ?

noble; you honour one of the highest “I thought I was still dreaming in the names in aristocratic Germany. I know chamber of the inv),—that the illusions of that you are good, excellent, and devout ; a vision were about me. Was it a reality ? your devotion to me is it not beneficent? It seemed to me that I kissed with tears I know, finally, that some time since you the hand of this woman,-young, pretty, wore the mourning habits of an elegy rich, undoubtedly; and who found no- that we call widowhood. You have been thing better to do with such treasures so kind as to speak to me in a subdued than to lend her time to an unfortunate tone of the death of your husband; but traveller, give her strength to a poor what I do not yet know, what I much invalid, her beautiful eyes to a miserable wish to know, because I am curious and blind man.

indiscreet-have you designed to under. “We travelled by easy stages. The stand or to guess it madame ? Countess Rose was a rare and wonderful Yes, I understand ; I guess ; and I Antigone. It was not enough for her, advise you to wait for the confession of a my friend, to take care of me, to serve woman when her age shall be settled.' me, to lead me; she tried to comfort me, “And her beauty ?' to cheer and amuse me, at a great cost of «That is settled by looking.' imagination, of kindness, of wit.

"But if one is blind ?' “ Almost all the friends we meet in this "" He tries to see her without looking: world bring their own ennuis without “I will try madame.' wishing to take ours. It was not thus “My indiscreet hand, guided by a mys. for me with my admirable travelling terious light, placed itself boldly on the companion. She might have found it forehead of the countess. The forehead tedious to keep up so long a tête-à-tête of Rose was as smooth-as smooth—as with a blind man; but nothing weary or soft-as the marble of a statue; sad ever escaped from her heart or her imagined that it had a white and admirlips. I divined at every moment, by a able transparency. The hair of Rose was sort of second-sight, that Rose was inces- not far off ; I imagined, as I touched it

, santly smiling upon me; and truly I saw that it was black, because it seemed to her smile in her words. She found means me thick, full, long, and silky. The hair to give sight to my extinct eyes—to my of Rose showed me very clearly that my worthless eyes, as she looked from heaven Antigone was a brunette. Gaining boldto earth, and lavished upon my mind the ness, I passed my hand over her curls and wonders of the magnificent spectacle, her face, and I perceived that Rose was which she described to me as we pro- charming. The age of the countess receeded. As we approached the end of our mained for me to discover : her delicious journey, thanks to the divine goodness of manner of chatting and laughing could a guardian angel, I dared to say to my not belong to one more than twenty-five sister, my protectress, my friend, to my years old. Antigone, which you please,-'Madame, “ At Vienna I was installed in the since invalids are the real spoiled chil. hospitable house of the countess. The dren that must never be punished,

allow servants pressed around me; my friends me to address with impunity a question of the French embassy visited me every to you, which almost resembles folly." morning; the voices of singers and the

“I do not believe so,' replied Rose. sounds of instruments inundated me every

and I

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