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clue to his own detection and identity. To save his child he might lose himself:-he paused between the rescue of his own flesh and blood, and the terror of the gallows.

In this dilemma, he turned again to the good Nancy Tulloch. There was but one thing—if he could but see his daughter, and prevail on her to assume his present name-but that he feared hopeless-the name of Dinah Meldrum was too notorious in certain quarters, and to too many of the lowest grade of London characters. Could he prevail on her to ignore their relationship? It was the sole hope, and catching at this, he sounded Mrs. Tulloch as to her willingness to assist in saving this poor girl, and found her, as usual, willing to do what she could. Happy herself, and seeming as if she never had known what vice or sorrow was, she was, still ever eager to aid in saving the fallen.

But there requires no great circumstance to alarm the vigilance of a guilty conscience-there requires much to escape it.

Meldrum perceived his enemy and his object, and resolved to encounter art with art. Instead, therefore, of going home, he took his course over London Bridge, on the centre of which he paused, as if surveying the shipping. He saw Brassington cross over the road, and proceed over the bridge on the other side. He watched him to the end of the bridge, and so markedly that Brassington did not venture to pause, but looking back once or twice to see that his prey was still there, went on. This accomplished, Meldrum, made a rapid retreatcowering as he went, to avoid the eye of Brassington, amid the throng, and suddenly darting down the steps which lead to the steam wharf, he flew along till he could plunge into a cross street, and here, perceiving nothing of his pursuer, as suddenly wheeled into a third, going in another direction. In a little while, he was pacing along Crutched Friars, down St. John-street, Swan-street, and thence into Prescot-street, by Goodman's-fields. Before issuing from this street, he waited some time to see whether his enemy would appear, but he saw nothing of him. Fearing, however, to approach nearer to his lodgings, till more assured, he turned once more, and descending White Lion-street, he proceeded along Castle-street. Here, however, he had not gone a hundred yards, when he perceived that he had done well not to go nearer to his home. The crafty and stealthy foe was still on his track. Roused to a spirit of resentIf a tiger, a lion, or the archfiend himself had cros- ment by the sight, he now resolved to give the fellow a sed his path, it would have excited less horror in him. good run, and, turning up Cannon-street-road, he In that man's recognition there was death and the gal- started on at his fleetest walking pace, brooding over lows. Meldrum felt ready to drop under his load; yet desperate thoughts more deeply at every step. Reaching he put forth all his strength, and did not pause, or at- Whitechapel-road, he plunged into that wilderness of tempt to rest even against the wall or a post. He la- life lying between Bishopsgate-street, the Hackneyboured on, hardly knowing what he did, to the wagon road, and Bethnal Green-road, and following first one office, whither he was bound. When he had deli-and then another direction, continued his progress for vered his load he came out expecting to encounter Brassington, with police to secure him, but no Brassington was to be seen. Somewhat relieved by this, and trusting that he had escaped the recognition of this man, he returned to the warehouse, and completed his day; though everything seemed to spin round about him, and he felt, as it were, flames burning in every vein and limb.

Encouraged by this hope, Meldrum set about to trace out the haunts of Dinah, to track her thence home, and to strive with all his power, to bring her back to the paths of virtue. The very idea seemed to diffuse a peace and a strength into his own mind. He went to his day's labour with the purpose, at its close, of commencing his endeavours to this end. But to the path of return to the right, how many are the obstacles that present themselves!

perceiving Meldrum come forth, he affected not to pay any particular attention to him, but allowing him to proceed a certain distance, he then followed carefully, but with as quiet a manner as possible.

Issuing from the warehouse door during the day, with a large packing-case on his back, Meldrum saw a form fit past, that sent a thrill of icy terror through him. He felt that he could not be mistaken in that figure-that step-that threadbare black dress glazed with grease and filth. He was not long left in doubt—at the corner of the next street, it once more passed him--it was he!-Brassington, and no other!

some time. As the night had set in, and the object of Meldrum became obvious, Brassington, however, had assumed a bolder aspect, had come up nearer to his prey, and kept an undisguised, sharp look out upon him, lest he should disappear in some unlighted street or entry. Perceiving this, Meldrum again struck out right a-head down the Bethnal Green-road, crossed Bethnalgreen, followed the length of Chester-place, went down Green-street, and turning at right angles, issued out upon that waste piece of ground, called Bonner's Field.

As he quitted the warehouse in the evening, the very first object on which his eye fell was the man-spider Brassington, who, posted on the opposite side of the street was evidently awaiting him. For a month, in- These fields have, since this memorable evening of deed, had he been traversing every street, alley and Meldrum's life, undergone great changes. Then, the quay, in the east of London in pursuit of his victim. old House of Bloody Bonner, probably that in which he For a long time he had fixed his attention only on men used to keep Protestant martyrs in his coal hole, and in the sailor garb; but of late he had given up this in brought them out daily to whip them himself, was despair. He was persuaded that if Meldrum was in standing, with three or four other tenements adjoining London, he had again changed his dress, and, accor- in their gardens. These have since been pulled down dingly, he scrutinized every man that was about the for improving the entrance to the new Victoria Park, and same size. He followed the great thoroughfares, rea- their place is only known by some few straggling trees, ding the face of every working man that he met. He and traces where the foundations have been dug out. turned down all courts, and alleys, towards every quay Meldrum at first wound leisurely along the outskirts and dock, and haunted the doors of shops and ware- of this large, and then ill-lighted common. He linhouses. At length he had found his man, and this time gered under the shadow of the trees near the new church, he resolved to be sure. With his usual avarice, how-then strolled past Bonner's Hall, and traversing the outever, he hesitated to call a policeman and seize him in the skirts of the adjoining houses and gardens, hesitated street, lest, by any chance, the man might put in an art- whether he should cross the fields to Hackney Grove, ful claim of his own, and outwit him of his fee, or at and so out into the country, and towards Lea Bridge, least share it to too great an extent. He determined, and thence to the forest. Fearing, however, that Brastherefore, to dog his victim to his lodging, and then sington, seeing this design, and not choosing to trust laying the information before the magistrate himself, himself with him in the country, should take the opclaim the necessary aid from him, and thus unquestion-portunity to call some passing policeman to his aid, ably secure the whole reward. Satisfied, therefore, with he abruptly proceeded across the field, and reach

ing another group of large trees close to a pool of water, he determined to make a stand here, and come to close quarters, if possible, with his persevering foe.

He looked round. The spot seemed exactly adapted to his purpose. It was at a good distance from Bonner's Hall. The side of the field beyond was at the back of the great Bethnal Green Union. No one could come soon from that quarter-or were indeed likely to hear. All was gloomy, silent, and remote. Here then, he suddenly disappeared behind the massy bole of an old elm tree, and rearing himself close to the trunk, he a waited the event.

It was exactly as he had calculated. Brassington, now becoming anxious, and losing sight of his object, dashed forward in alarm, and stood face to face with his intended prey.

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So you are here!" said Meldrum, gruffly addressing his enemy.

"And you!" replied Brassington Meldrum grasped the collar of Brassington, and giving him a fierce shake, felt the spirit of vengeance rising in his soul, and glanced a savage scowl on the thin old

man,

Terrified at the certain prospect of the gallows, he now made a desperate push for life. There was an emigrant ship lying at the London Docks. He got aboard just before sailing, paid his passage, and was soon descending the Thames. Wearied with his terrible transition of exasperated passions, and the agonies of a crimehaunted soul, and anxious not to be seen, he plunged into his berth, and lay for a day and a night.

He hoped when out at sea to be out of danger, but Providence had decreed otherwise. Blood ched from the ground against him, and the ocean refused to harbour him. Contrary winds prevented the vessel from getting off the coast. It continued tossing to and fro in the Downs, and the captain, unwilling to put into any port on account of the heavy dues, cast anchor. But they soon slipped cable and were off again. The following night it blew fiercely, and was intensely dark. By some mistake of the signals at midnight they ran foul of another vessel, and there was every prospect of both going down together. The masts entangled together, caused the vessels to work below as if they would suck each other down into the sea. The masts were cut away, and the next day the two dismantled vessels were towed away by passing steamers.

Scarcely did the people appear on the deck of the vessel in which Meldrum was, when amongst the crowd of emigrants, who should the flying malefactor see, but large and rosy, and well-fed as ever, his old acquaintBut here his voice was silenced by the grasp of Mel-ance Big Bow-wow! He stood amid a numerous group drum, whose passions were boiling, and heaven, earth, of wife and children, who were all seeking the shores of remorse, repentance, and the gallows alike forgot America. ten. The present, which decides the commission of crime, spite of judge, jury, or hangman, the present with all its violence of vengeance, was the only power that swayed the malefactor's soul.

There was an immediate commotion amongst the crew and passengers. Birkhampshire's story was eagerly listened to, and the captain ordered the men instantly to seize Meldrum, and secure him till they got back to London, whither the steamer was hauling them.

A desperate struggle ensued. The old man, who had cried out with the cowardly feeling of the mean lurker for human blood, now, perceiving that there was no hope from any appeal to his enemy, with the cunning of his character, plucked his case knife from his pocket, and as he was stifling in the iron grasp of his foe, began franticly to stab at him with all his might.

Meldrum, who received one or two wounds, now grew mad with rage, and striking Brassington with his fist, felled him to the earth, and falling on him, wrested his knife from him, flung it to a distance, and again grasping the throat of the prostrate man, did not release his hold till he ceased to struggle. He then sprang up, cast a hasty glance around, and catching the gleam of the water in the hollow just by, he dragged his victim down, and plunging him in, hurried away, and over the field at his highest speed.

His doom was fixed. He saw that the hand of God was against him, and at once the gallows, the shouting mocking crowds, and strangling cord were before him. In the next instant he was in the sea. It was the im. pulse of the moment's terror of a public death and public shame-a single leap and it was done. There was a cry-a rush to the boats-one had been crushed between the two ships-the other was let down in all haste, but the felon was gone, and not a trace of him could be discovered.

Thus terminated the strange career of James Meldrum. Who could have imagined such a beginning and an ending. Who shall say what are the crimes that they give origin to when they drive peaceable men desperate, and "Another!" said the murderer, as he rushed wildly close the avenues of life against them? What a wide disalong. "Another murder, and that designedly. The tance between James Meldrum the Methodist class leaddevil is sure of me now-there is nothing but damna-er and Meldrum the murderer. There was no need that tion for me-0, Zealous Scattergood-0, Mrs. Tulloch, one should have become the other. Under a better sysif you could know this! But the Devil is stronger than tem the better nature of the man had been mainyou and me, and all of us. He has me body and soul." tained. He was ground, crushed, outraged, and he beThus did this frantic malefactor rave to himself as he came-what he was. The same process may be readily sped on. He knew not rightly whither he was going. It carried out in others. It becomes a wise Government was vain to think of returning to his lodgings or his em- and a Christian nation, that a better system shall proployment. He made for a lodging-house that he knew duce us better fruits. of, and concealing himself during the day, again issued forth at night, and sought the place of last night's tragedy. He wished to see whether the body still was

"What is it you would have with me?" he exclaimed. "What do you dog me for in this manner? But as you are come thus far, you shall not come for nothing." With that he gave the old man another terrible shake, and Brassington, terrified at the strength of the man into whose hands he had suffered his avarice to beguile him; now said hurriedly,

"You wont hurt me! You wont kill me!

go-and I'll not say anything."

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Let me I'll trust you-I should think I may, after what I've seen to night-after what I saw t'other day."

"Yes," said Meldrum

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And with that he seized the old man by the throat.
"Let me go, I say! Let me go!-and I'll give you

—I'll ——”

there. He could see nothing. He entered the town again, and hiding first in one place and then in another till he could hear something-he at length learned that Brassington was not dead-but that he had recovered, and was alive. The water was not deep. It but served to refresh him and recal life. He had not entirely ceased to breathe-he recovered; and now a fresh hue and cry was abroad after Meldrum. He was now identified as the murderer of the old lady and the attempter of this second murder.

No sooner did Birkhampshire see Meldrum, than turning to the captain, he said-"There is the Jonah!"

CONCLUSION.

It may be imagined that the astonishment of the Tul

lochs and Zealous Scattergood was not small when they came to know the singular termination of the career of Meldrum. But how did they come to know? They read, indeed, in the newspapers, of the death of Meldrum, the Berkshire murderer, by his jumping overboard at the moment of detection on the emigrant ship, but it passed from their minds as such passages do in the multitude of horrors with which modern life abounds-and there was no connexion in their thoughts between Meldrum the murderer and Jabez Baxter, who had suddenly disappeared from his employment and his lodgings.

whole land, now drives the labourer into the town, lest he should get a settlement and claim some support from the land. The town is already swarming with men without any employment. In a vast number of the back streets of our metropolis, you find a crowd of wretched creatures existing amidst the most astonishing circumstances of filth and depravity. You see men and women in thousands spending their days in utter idleness; they have no chance of useful employment, and are waiting for the night to commence their work of darkness, and spoliation of society. We see a whole army of poThis disappearance had been a matter of much specu- lice kept to prevent, as much as possible, this inevitable lation, wonder, and concern, at Nancy Tulloch's. Mrs. outrage. The Parliament, the executive, the magisBrentnal professed not to wonder at all, but reminded tracy, the police, we all of us live from day to day, and Nancy that she had never liked the man, and had warn-year to year, quite cognizant of all this, and instead of ed her that sooner or later she would repent of her too attempting to extirpate the malady from the social congreat easiness with strange people. Nancy Tulloch was stitution by the proper remedies, we attempt to drive it twitted in a way too by Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell for from the surface to the vitals by the topical application her introduction of this man to their notice. That he of police and coercion. The end of this cannot be overhad gone off voluntarily they did not doubt, but they looked by any reflecting man-it cannot be contemplatcould not perceive from what cause, or that he had ta-ed without horror; and if we value our country and our ken a farthing's worth of what did not belong to him; fellow-creatures, without indignation. on the contrary, he had left the greater part of a week's wages behind, which Mr. Maxwell handed to Mrs. Tulloch towards the arrears of lodging.

God and man, our profession of that religion which bids us love our neighbour as ourself, call upon us to put an end to this revolting, this disgraceful, this unNancy Tulloch and good old Mr. Scattergood were christian state of things. It is time, if we would longer deeply concerned at the event. They bore patiently any claim the name of men, to destroy by a sweeping relittle cause of triumph against them, and were only form the too-long continued business of our statesmen grieved for the man himself. They did not believe but of merely occupying their places by defending all existthat some sudden circumstance had caused him to ing abuses. The end and object of government is differgo off; if, indeed, no accident had occurred to him. ent. It is to examine and amend the condition of the All this, however, might have remained a mystery, per- people. We must attempt this by easing the pressure at haps for ever, if Mr. Maxwell, without saying anything both ends. By extending our markets and our system to any one, but to satisfy his own mind, and perhaps of emigration. The remaining restrictions on trade must that of Mrs. Tulloch, for he had noticed her distress, and be abolished. TRADE MUST BE ENTIRELY Free. The had ceased to rally her on her Quixotism-had not monopolies, which ruin our colonies, especially those of put an advertisement in The Times, offering £5 reward the East Indies, and prevent their being, as they otherfor the discovery of what had become of his porter, who wise would be, vast markets for us, and consumers of had so unaccountably disappeared. This advertisement our manufactures, must be abolished. We must send at once brought up old Brassington to the warehouse to out our surplus population to our colonies-and not let claim the reward. He could at once identify Meldrum them go over to the United States, where they are not the Berkshire murderer and the porter of Mr. Maxwell, only lost to us, but strengthen our rivals and become riwho now bore the name of Jabez Baxter. Great was the vals themselves. These must be planted, say in Austraastonishment of Mr. Maxwell, not less that of Mrs. Tul- lia, in a fine climate, and on extensive lands, where loch and Zealous Scattergood. They felt almost horri- every man and woman, not only at once cease to be fied at having been in so close and continued an inter-miseries to themselves and nuisances to the public, but course with a murderer. Mrs. Brentnal had got a pro- become happy people and good subjects, producing proverb for life" Nancy! Nancy! did'nt I say, be careful duce for our use, and demanding our manufactures. -Mercy on us-if he had killed the children-you, me, and all of us before he went off!"

The remaining history of the Meldrum family may be told in a few words. Zealous Scattergood was, during the following summer, sent for to pray by a dying woman in a London Hospital. It was Dinah Meldrum. The course of her wretched life was about to close in that misery and amid those appalling horrors which vice and gin so plentifully produce. The poor girl, like her father, had once wandered into Zealous's chapel, and the memory of what she there heard made her implore his presence by her dying bed. From her Mr. Scattergood learned that her brothers were both transported-Job for embezzling his master's money, and Sampson for a robbery at Newmarket.

Such is the history of the Meldrum family! It is a melancholy one! The most melancholy fact is, that it is not a solitary one. The same causes are producing the same results plentifully in our present state of society. In town and country these causes are every day operating with augmenting force. A Government which for generations has employed itself almost solely in wars, has covered us with debts which crush all our industry into a profitless misery. A selfish aristocracy, not content with having created this debt, and monopolized the

At home universal suffrage, universal admission of the rights of all the common children of a common Creator, universal education, sanitary and social reform, must replace that selfish, foolish, and ruinous legislation, which has brought us to the condition in which we are.

In fine, the world moves, and we must move with it. The late magnificent and marvellous stirring of the spirit of God on the face of the great peopled ocean, has brought to light not merely the radical discontent of mankind with the longer continuance of the old system of feudal despotism, but what is not less significantthat the seeds of an entirely new organization of human society are not only sown broadcast over the world, but have already taken deep and ineradicable root. The revision of the laws of property, the estimation of the real nature of labour, the science of the true diffusion of the means of life and happiness on earth, are become, and must continue to be, the great topics which will occupy not only governments and peoples, but the highest and best intellects of the family of man. To the great end of making practical the whole of the sublime and beneficent doctrine of Christianity-and under its influence developing every power and every enjoyment of every human being-all must devote their faculties. For this the philosopher, the poet, the law-giver, the inventor, must unite. In the common good they will find their common honour and happiness. Fame will no longer find

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John Tulloch has returned from his voyage, and has announced that it is his last. He has arranged to go into partnership with his brother in Rotherhithe. John has saved a good round sum of money. He has already taken a house on that side of the water, in which not only Mrs. Brentnal, but Zealous Scattergood is to have a room. He has already taken the whole family, children and all, to see this house, not by the Thames Tunnel, be sure, good reader, for John hates all such underground, new-fangled "mowdiewarp burrows" (mole burrows), and so long as he lives will sail over the sunshiny surface of the flood in a natural and rational boat.

A CHARACTER

WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THOMSON'S CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.
BY WILLIAM HOWITT.

A beetling crag is a most awful sight,
But what so dreadful as a beetling wight?

John Tulloch expected everybody to be charmed with his house, but at first they were all a good deal disappointed, for it faced into a low and crowded and dirty street. But when they entered it, they found themselves proceeding along a long passage, and presently came to a large room with a large window with a painted blind drawn down. This blind John, with a significant smile, drew up, and exclaimed-"There then! What do you think of that, mates?" The effect was testified by a general exclamation of delight-for it gave a view out upon the broad river, all alive with innumerable craft of various kinds; large ships lying in forests near at hand, steamers careering along with crowds of people in the middle of the watery way, and beyond, the vast mass of London with its warehouses, churches, and public buildings, up and down the river. The sun was shining brightly on all, and John Tulloch, assured by the pleasure evidenced on every face, said, "Well now, this is our common sitting-room-and now I'll show you where we are each and all of us to stow ourselves away." And with that he went and pointed out a snug room where Zealous and his books might be, and another for Mrs. Brentnal. In the elation of his heart Uncle John expatiated on the plans he had laid down. Zealous was to go and preach still to his old congregation, and they would go with him. He was to teach the children here in the house, and every now and then they would make a holiday by going down to Greenwich and having a day of

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it. Would not the children roll down the hills in the
park? Would not they have some fine cracks with the
old sailors?-And would not they have some famous tea
drinkings?

And there they are; and should any of my readers on
one of their holiday excursions to that popular spot be-
hold a jolly, happy looking sailor, with his pretty little
merry wife, each with a child by the hand, and a thin
and grave old Dissenting minister having on his arm a
stout old country dame, that does not like going up hill,
they need not send for me to ask who they may be
they will know at once-certainly!-and will wish as
they pass them with a smile-Long Life to Uncle John
and all his family!

Of

ALAS! that such a wight should live on ground
As here sometime a bustling period passed.
None like him since the world's first day was found;
None such shall earth revisit till the last.
His legs like grasshoppers' did fleet full fast;
His body lean, his visage lank and pale;
And two small eyes a wildish lustre cast
'Neath a huge pile of hair most like a bale
black befrizzled wool, or a wild horse's tail.
Wonder of wonders was it to behold
His fits and starts, his actions that did mock
All regularity-now still and cold,
Now leaping up and standing like a rock,
Or rather like a steeple and town clock,
Telling the hours. So would he talk for aye;
So would he talk, God knows, to stone or stock;
The man seemed made a double part to play-
talk and talk all night, and lie in bed all day.
His talk it was a torrent-it would drown,
Drench, sweep away all topics, but the one
He seized on, like an eagle pouncing down
Upon a mouse. He hated pro and con.
Relish for conversation he had none:
But he would fix upon a flea or feather,

To

And worry, argue, preach, though all were gone, To prove some thing abstruse, such as that leather Would make a boot or shoe if neatly put together.

Ah! well-a-day! this most afflicted man
Was cursed with five mad maggots in his hair;
And as they bit him, out of house he ran,
And roamed in woods, or peered about in lane,
As something lost he laboured to regain.

Ah, woful man! what ailed him? Rhyme. What more?
Poverty; and, that poor he might remain,
He painted; and, instead of golden ore,
Hoarded up beetles, flies, and crickets by the score.

Ah! what a brain-struck, crazy man was he!
These were stark madness, but not half the worst;
He had the strangest fancy that could be
To do besides, what wise man never durst.
He ran, he leapt, he flew to be the first
Each powerful booby of his faults to tell.
Was there a sore? He probed it till it burst.
popped his head beneath, and loved the knock right
A strong arm raised that might a bullock fell?

well.

Dearly he loved to tell truth out of season!
'Twas noble, glorious, gainful to make foes!
Did his young brats for bread cry with good reason?
What cared he? he had beetles pinned in rows;
Daubings in paint, in poetry and prose;

And if his wife complained of want of cash,
Some distant wood for solitude he chose,
Where he would give some rotten tree a gash,
And as the grubs ran out he deemed the world but trash.

Thus oddly did he stay-as oddly went;-
By some one he was noticed at the last
Stretched a whole day upon the summer bent,
With scores of pill-boxes about him cast,
In which were swarms of insects prisoned fast.
But no one knows what afterwards befell.
Perhaps into some owl his spirit passed;
Perhaps he went with Will-o'-wisp to dwell,
Or tumbled from some crag, or walked into some well.

As I "flunked," as he phrased it, from the first challenge, Bram offered any odds upon his smooth-bore; and as I wanted a guide in my first introduction to the marsh, I agreed to try conclusions with him, and invited him out with me next day to beat up the quarters of the ducks, which were beginning to flock in great numbers. The morning came, and Bram was no laggard. The ducks were feeding in a pond, which afforded no opportunity for me to attempt them; and Bram, by making a circuit of some distance, obtained a chance for a long shot, and blazed away. While he was crawling up to the game I ensconced myself in a patch of wild rice, not too high to obstruct the view, and awaited the issue. I was fortunate in selecting my position; a large flock of black ducks, roused by the salvo of Bram, came very fairly flying over me, and I dropped two with each barrel. My companion, intent upon his own game, had not noticed the fall of the birds; and in his progress to the deep recesses of the pond, he roused its inhabitants, and I took toll, more or less, as every flight passed me.

I had scarcely unpacked my gun and prepared it for service, when the news of a strange man, with a strange kind of dog, brought me many visitors. Indeed, I am not quite sure that my canine friend (a beautiful cocker, out of Harry York's Myrtle, with ears as thick as a board, and hanging below his nose) had more than his share of this civility, if indeed, it was intended as such. Among the rest, came Bram Derwilliger, a character of very marked distinction. I am not going to use a "foreign slip slop," and say he was distingue, for that would not unfold my meaning; and he will be better understood, as I shall describe his personal appearance and conver- The sport was declining, and gathering my birds in a sation. Bram might properly be considered the "élite" heap, I covered them with sedge; and seeing that some of the settlement, for he was the tallest fellow, in every of Bram's wounded had got into deep water, and were not sense of the word, in the country-six feet two inches recoverable without the dog, I left my spoil and went to high, bony and muscular. His father was an emigrant, join him. We had secured them all, and were turning perhaps an escape, from Spanktown, or Saddle river, in homeward, when a single-crowned Merganser, the smallthe Jerseys, and had been much celebrated for the pro-est of the species, came down the wind with a very raminence of the bump of acquisitiveness upon his cra- pid motion. I wanted a specimen, and immediately nium: he " swore the legiblest of any man christened," dropped him into the pond, where it was some two feet in Dutch and English; and Bram was the son of his fa- deep; and instantly as he struck the water he disapther. This important personage was a squatter, with peared. A single rush marked the spot where he fell; pretensions as exorbitant as those of any of the tribe in and the dog swam round and round it, in expectation. modern times; since squatters and squatting have ac- "A very good chance shot," said Bram; but you could quired the peculiar favour and protection of the govern- not do it again in a hundred times trying." The water ment. He was of the class of shingle-weavers, and had was so shallow that the bird could not conceal itself taken possession of some hundreds of acres of the best long in motion; and it still remaining invisible, I be pine lands in the country, and carried on that trade as came persuaded that it held on to the grass at the bota business; while hunting of every kind was his passion tom, and sent Bram in to obtain it. Sure enough he and amusement. found it there; and securing it, he was wading to the shore, when, suddenly stopping, he roared, " Heer donder! what shall I do?"

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'What is the matter?" inquired I.

A SPORTSMAN'S ADVENTURES IN AMERICA.

It is nearly forty years since that I took up my residence in one of the counties bordering upon Pennsylvania, and stretching along the lakes and rivers of that region. It was what is called a new country-very sparsely settled, and inhabited by a frontier population,

of the usual border character.

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Bram's arsenal was better provided than that of the rest of his professional brethren; for in addition to a Penn land rifle, garnished with deers' heads and horns in abundance, he sported a smooth bore of formidable "I have got my foot upon a thundering great snaplength and calibre. He entered my room, fully equipping-turtle!" ped for service, and challenged me to shoot him for any quantity of drink I chose. Upon being informed that I had no rifle, and that I did not value myself upon being an adept with that weapon, he said, without ceremony, that "I could not know much," and asked for a sight of my gun. The double-barrel was put into his hand, and he eyed it with no little contempt; at the same time commending his own gun as worth a ten acre lot full of such as mine. I was not a little amazed at the cool, horse-impudence of my visitor, and considered him as the most brazen specimen of the forked animal I had ever met. But I was mistaken in undervaluing Bram. Progressive democracy had not then been heard of; and Bram was a perfect pattern of this species, in an early state of development, and an original anti-renter in chrysalis. All the principles which are now clearly defined by the gentry who helped to call the present convention, and vote themselves a farm, lay in him close packed in embryo; but he would have blushed-no, of that he was incapable--but he would have hesitated openly to avow them. He had no scruple to steal the trees from the soil; but to claim the land itself because he had stripped it of its timber, was a stretch beyond even him, whose conscience, if he had any, was of the most attenuating caoutchouc. But Basta! I shall never have done if I dwell upon his excellences: suffice it to remark, that he must be non est at this present speaking, or he would be moving the convention for a special article for the protection and encouragement of shingle-weaving, and preparing to run as the anti-rent candidate for Governor at the next election.

Well, take it off, and come on shore," said I. "No, I want to catch him," he rejoined. "Catch him then, and make haste," I replied. "I don't know where his tail lies," said he, "but here goes!

He was lucky enough to miss the head, and raising it to the surface, brought it on shore, hissing like twenty ganders. It was the largest of the kind I ever saw; and it would have been no sport to Bram had he thrust his fingers within his vice; for he was uncommonly savage, and struck at every thing within his reach.

Bram now inquired for my game, and upon receiving an evasive answer.

"I knew," he said, " you could do nothing with that short gun: it won't throw far enough for ducks."

After bleeding his captive, he shouldered him and his ducks, and pointed to me a short cut homewards. My station lay in the direct road, and, making for it, we crossed a tongue of meadow land, skirted by tall weeds and bushes, and soon walked into a bevy of quail, which drove for the open marsh. They flew so fair, and were at the right distance, so that, notwithstanding the coarseness of the shot, each barrel secured a bird.

"You have good luck at chance shooting," said Bram, "but you fired into the flock. I'll bet you all my birds to a pint of whiskey, you can't hit 'em single."

"Done!" said I; and charging with No. 8, we followed the birds into the edge of the marsh, where, in the most favourable ground imaginable, I had marked them down. The dog soon put up a couple at the proper distance, and, right and left, both were bagged.

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