foot-passengers that runs by the side of we see running on the black and shrivelled the Charing Cross railway bridge, It was surface of paper which has just been broad daylight - that is, as broad daylight burnt. as we got all that day. And yet I could And has not a foggy morning its beausee neither whence I came nor whither ! ties too? I was not long ago journeying was going. Men and women, like shad. from Clapham to Westminster on the top ows, some passing one way, some the of an omnibus, while a thick mist, curling other, came out of invisible regions, and and shifting about, alternately hid from vanished into regions invisible. I looked view and partially revealed the rows of downwards; I could just see the turbid houses that glided past us like grey specwaves below me, and their uneasy undula. tres. Above their roofs, but scarcely tions to and fro. I looked upwards; a above them, the red sun peeped, or rather faint, hazy, bluish tint told me that there bounded along to keep pace with us – was a sky overhead. But in all the broad which he did. Sometimes he was for an expanse before me I could not tell where instant concealed behind chimney.stacks, the dark-brown hue of the Thames melted steeples, or public edifices, and then he into the pale azure of the firmament. again showed his fiery orb, broad and Nothing could be distinguished — abso- brilliant. And, as we pass before Kenlutely nothing. The nearest bridges above nington Park, the skeleton trees one after and below, the houses on either side, Cleo- another cover the golden globe with a patra's gigantic Needle, the boats and delicate, black, ever-changing network of coal-barges — if, indeed, any were then branches a sight not to be despised. moored upon the river were all com- Now we turn away; our direction has pletely out of sight. I was suspended in changed, and the sun disappears. Shall the air between the dimly seen sky and we no more see bim beaming jovially and the dimly seen waters, on a bridge that genially into our faces not a god too neither ended nor began, or rather, of bright to be gazed at, but the familiar which the beginning and the end were a companion of our journey? Yes, there he few yards off from me on either side. A is ! - again, though but for a short time, dozen feet or so of railing, right and left; we see him bounding along the horizon, as trains constantly whizzing by, with thun- if to bid us farewell. dering noise and exploding fog.signals; Now all that effect is owing to the fog. human beings, indistinct in the near dis. Say what you will against it, I still maintance, distinct for a moment while they tain that no one can truthfully deny the pass, and then again at once indistinct and picturesque beauty obtained by the agent swallowed up in the cloud; a most perfect that, instead of letting you shut your eyes gradation from the seen to the unseen, from the dazzling sunbeams, brings the throughout all possible varieties and great giver of light himself into the landshades — would not such a sight be emi- scape, and contrasts his living, burning nently worthy of a great painter's pencil, globe of flame with the cold, angular out. or a great writer's pen?

lines of the grey, shrouded houses and the Or take another point of view: Water. déad, leafless boughs of the desolate trees. loo Bridge on a foggy evening ; not, how- is not this contrast beautiful ?

Yet no ever, when the vapors are densest, but body notices it, because it is at our doors. when they just begin to thicken, rising How many remarked it that morning from from the Thames. How the eye plunges the tops of their omnibuses ! And if I down the long vista of lights — some fixed, saw it, small merit to me; had I chanced some mobile — in the vain endeavor to to have been reading a paper, Sir Robert distinguish Blackfriars Bridge, otherwise Morier's quarrel with young Bismarck or than by the stream of sparks that Ait Boulanger and M. Jacques would have backwards and forwards upon it! And absorbed me completely. Life in London the eddying mists — now thicker, now does not, for most men at least, exhaust thinner, as the wind's direction changes all the possibilities of the picturesque ;

- make the lights twinkle like the stars only we get accustomed not to seek for it, of heaven, and more than they; some ap. not to think of it even, in connection with pear all but extirguished and then again our daily life. And no wonder. What revive suddenly, while the accumulated we have seen a thousand times is not worth fog is driven hither and thither, up or seeing;"such is the instinctive axiom of down the stream. To use a homely com- the common mind, than which nothing parison, the vanishings and reappearances can be falser or more foolish. For, if the of the lamps in the uncertain distance are fact that we have gazed upon anything rennot unlike the train of scintillations that dered that thing less beautiful, we must


have the evil eye. The children of Israel imagine that London, besieged by the enin the desert grew so used to see, day emy, is burning, and that the fog-signals after day, night after night, the cloudy pil. are the detonations of shells from hostile lar and the pillar of fire, that at last they batteries; or think that Vesuvius, when took no notice at all of these wonders, about to overwhelm Pompeii, began by and in their presence, broke out into idol. rolling forth such a cloud down its sides. atry and rebellion against Jehovah. They You will soon find it terribly picturesque. were a stiffnecked generation ; and so are And, therefore, as the fog is hot so, that

arises only from our associations, disaNot all of us, however. Some men have greeable indeed, but without the element souls, artistic souls that rise above this of grandeur that might attach to them. dead level. And their souls yearn for London, the metropolis of the world, is mystery. From the clear, hará light of unique; it is meet that its beauties should science they ily, when wearied, to the be unique also. At the hour when the dusky, mistý regions of faith. After hav- charms of Nature vanish from sight, or ing waked, we must sleep; one state only come forth if the heavens lend their comes in aid to the other ; each is the half aid, London, all the year round, spreads of life. And so is faith also the half of before all beholders a constant panorama thought, with its mysteries and its indis- of splendor and of brilliancy. In the lowtinct revelations of we know not what. est depths, in the mud abysses of this The fog symbolizes all this. It figures ocean of humanity, we often and often forth with marvellous truth the conditions perceive wild glimpses of rude and savage, of our knowledge, beginning in ignorance, but joyful and exuberant life. And at ending in ignorance, and spreading only a those seasons when the enchantment of very little way around us on each side. verdure ceases in the groves, when the In ibe weird indistinctness that it sheds magic of sunlight loses its power in upon everything in this world of London meadow and field, the enchantment of

clothing the Houses of Parliament with another magic lends to the buildings and phantom drapery, effacing the hands on the streets of London a mysterious charm the dial of the clock tower, and annihilat- for him who has eyes to see. ing to the eye the mighty dome of St.

M. H. DZIEWICKI. Paul's, while leaving its foundations and walls intact the fog throws the glamor of mystery over all, and thus gives a touch of poetry to a wilderness of buildings that

From Murray's Magazine. would by themselves be too prosaical, too

JOEL QUAIFE'S RETURN. matter-of-fact.

But it may be said that I plead for the fog in general, not for the London fog. İn one of the most solitary ranges of What is there of the beautiful in this the South Downs a man was fighting his dingy yellowish monster, shedding Aakes way against a storm of wind and rain, of black snow all round, and almost sti. which seemed to beat upon him from all fling you in the thick folds of its close quarters of the heavens at once. Night embrace? I own that this dinginess, this was coming on, and heavy clouds were jaundice hue, this combination of smoke blowing up from seaward. Sometimes the and mist that gives the very sun a "sickly denes,” or valleys, were full of mist, and glare " and extinguishes the electric lights the man looked round him every now and at a hundred yards, seems to be, and is, then as if he were not sure of his track. repulsive. But take away the idea of mere A sort of mystery always hovers over the annoyance, of trilling inconvenience, South Downs in the dim light of a winter's which the fog suggests, and try to substi. evening. The winds rush in and out of tute that of a terrible calamity of which it the hollows with strange, wild sounds. might be either the cause or the accompa. Sometimes they fill the air with cries niment; you will no longer say that the which seem to come from human beings fog's appearance is “horrid” or “disgust. in pain. A nervous or superstitious pering," but rather confess it to be fearful and son inight imagine that the weird spirits grand in the extreme. When you see at which, as the old people believe, still linger the end of a long, interminable street a in these secluded hills were holding high thick volume of fog settling down and roll- carnival, and seeking to drive the intruding ing onwards in triumph, fancy that it is mortal from their domain. Every such the plague-cloud, conveying deadly germs sound evidently had an effect upon the into every household that it reaches; or man who was battling against the storm


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on this December night. Wet, cold, and Anywhere but there,” he muttered, as miserable, he looked eagerly round for he tried to retrace his steps. "I thought some place of shelter. There was nothing I was miles away from here. The round better than the thick furze, which, in some tops of these hills are enough to confuse places, had grown to a height of ten or the very deuce. But I know where I twelve feet. A pile which had been cut am now. I can get to Newhaven in an for fuel stood ready to be carted off by the hour.” side of the faint track the man was follow- The da ness had come on so quickly ing. He threw himself down at the back that the hour had passed away, and an. of it, so as to get some shelter from the other after it, and still the traveller was as wind, and lit a short, black pipe. For a far as ever from Newhaven. little while he sat motionless, puffing jets of smoke from his mouth; then he began talking in a low voice, as if some one had A FEW minutes after he had turned silently joined him.

away from the cottage, a strange-looking " I was a fool to come here at all,” he figure was advancing towards it from an said ; “but I never till now fancied there opposite direction. It was dressed in a was any danger in it. Night and day, long coat reaching to the heels; on its something was always pushing me on to head was a dilapidated felt hat; in the come back. If it all turns out right, I right hand it brandished a long, ash stick, shall say it was luck; anyhow, it can't be which it sometimes threw with sure aim worse than it was over there in Canady. at a small herd of cows. Presently a cry There's a starvation hole for you, if you was heard from the direction of the cotlike! I thought I might as well be hard tage, a cry several times repeated : “Barup here as there — if you've got to starve, bara, Barbara !” The person in the long may as well do it in your own country. It coat answered with a peculiar whoop, comes a bit easier at home

anyhow, I which rung through the hollows far and fancied so. Must die somewhere - what's near. Apparently the signal was underthe odds where, provided it isn't - stood, for the call was not renewed. The Here the man stopped short, and stood up cows were shut up in the barn, and the and looked round him nervously. There long-coated figure made its way towards was a hunted look in his eyes ; for a mo- the cottage, at the door of which an old ment or two his hand shook so that the man was standing. pipe fell from it, and lay in fragments on “ Here you be at last,” said he queruthe ground. This mishap appeared to lously; "I began to be afeared you was rouse him from his dreams.

lost. Come in, gal, come in! My rheu“ That's gone,” said he, with an oath, as matics is worse than ever, and I be that he kicked the broken pipe from him ; "it dog.tired I can scarcely stand. I brought was about the only thing I had left. What in the 'ood, and lit the fire ; let us have the deuce came over me all at once? our bit o' supper afore it gets bedtime. He shook himself impatiently, and strode What's the good o’ bein' so late?on towards the ridge of the hill, in the The long coat was taken off, and the hope of descrying some cottage or barn wearer shook her black hair free from the before the night set in. His head was rain which had gathered in it. Her frame bent down, his eyes were fixed upon the was vigorous and strong, but in her eyes ground, and he went along at a pace which there was a half vacant and wandering showed that he was still in the full vigor look, and she seemed unconscious even of of his powers. By the time he neared the her father's presence after the first greetridge, there was so little daylight left that ing. She went about the cottage talking he could scarcely see more than a few to herself as she spread a homely, but yards round him in any direction. The clean, cloth for the evening meal. In the only object on which his eyes fell was a corner stood her father's crook, the true small cottage, in a hollow of the Downs, crook of a South Down shepherd. It had with a large, rambling barn standing near belonged to John Zone's grandfather, and it - a place where, at least, a rough shel- few are to be seen like it in these degen. ter might be found. The man quickened erate days. The girl touched it in a his steps until he got close to the cottage, friendly way as she passed, threw a fresh when some unaccountable impulse seemed heap of faggots upon the fire, and then to stop him, and again the hunted look took her supper by fits and starts, the came into his face. In a moment he had father watching her with uneasy glances. hurried from the direction of the cottage At last she sat down on a low stool by the down towards the valley.

side of the fire, and rocked herself to and

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fro, bumming broken snatches of songs, The father looked up astonished. “It's. as if she were singing a child to sleep. one of they tramps,” he replied; “why

“Ay, that's the way she goes on now,” should we let him in? He must go on said the old man, with a heavy sigh. furder, I reckon, for I won't have him "That's been her way ever since the night here. The last one we took in gave us a her mother died. It's over ten years ago lot of trouble before we were rid an him. this very month, and she gets worse and There were no tramps on these Downs

At first she would talk to me now when I was a lad; but now they're all over and then; now she says nothing for two the country, for beggin' comes easier than or three days together, unless I ask her workin' to some folk. I allus thought it about them cows. Barbara, Barbara, I must have been a tramp that was here the say!” and here the shepherd raised his night your mother died; but no one can voice a little, “ the beastës have got the tell now - unless it be you." disease down at Mus' Vipall's farm. It “There it is again,” said the girl, appar. be a spreadin' all over. Has any o' your ently not hearing him. Three loud blows cows been took?"

upon the door resounded through the little “ No, father; there's one a little lame, room. but it be'ant the disease. I don't let them “It be the wind; haven't ye larned to go near Mus' Vinall's land." Then she know its tricks yet? Doesn't it sometimes relapsed into dead silence.

nearly break the door in, ay, and make the “Ask her a question about the beastës,” walls quake like as if they'd coom down? muttered the shepherd," and she'll answer I tell ye there be nobody theer; why dost you like any Christian; but if you speak look so scared? If it is a tramp, ye to her 'bout sothin' else, she turns deaf or needn't be so aseared - ye've seen one foolish, like she is now.' The girl was afore to-day, surelye ?" looking straight at him, but apparently “I know who it is,” said the girl, with a she did not see him. Her mind, for the strange fire in ber eye, “and he must come moment, was a perfect blank.

in. I knew he'd be here at last." “She saw that man,” muttered the “ Who do you mean?” asked the shep. father, in a lower tone; perhaps she herd, taking the girl by the shoulder, as if actually saw it done. She was took the trying to awaken her. Why don't ye go same night as her mother died — I thought to bed ?" she knew who did it. But she could not “I tell you, father, he must come in," speak; for a long time she was a' daft. she repeated; and there was something in She were allus fond of her mother, poor her manner whici compelled him to give gal, and still thinks she's comin' home way. She motioned him towards the door, some day.

and a spell seemed to be upon him. He The shepherd lit his pipe, and sat down took up his crook, and went to the door, opposite his daughter at the fireside, but while his daughter watched him as if all she took no heed of him. Her hands power of movement and speech had been were clasped round her knees, and except taken from her. for the crooning sound which she occasionally made, and her ro ng motion, she showed no sign of life or conscious- The bolt was drawn back, at the same dess. The shepherd had fallen half asleep, moment the latch was lifted from without, and his daughter appeared to be asleep and a man hustled himself into the room. too; but at length she turned her head For a moment or two he stood as if bewil. towards the door, and drew herself up in dered, and there was a strange silence. a listening attitude. The storm had in. The stranger's gaze was fixed from the creased in violence, and swept over the first moment upon Barbara. He stood Downs in sudden gusts which shook the staring at her as if she had been the ghost cottage until doors and windows rattled. of one whom he had known long ago, and But these were not the sounds which under the first influence of some strong roused the girl. She stood up and put emotion he turned to the door to face the her hands on her father's shoulder. storm and darkness again, but a look from

“What's the matter with thee now?" the girl seemed to hold him fast. He was he asked. * One of thy bad dreams comin' a man of about fifty, with a grizzled beard on ? Better have it out up.stairs, gal. Go and thin hair, wrinkled and worn in fea. to bed ; it's a'most nine, I reckon." Butture, and a restless look hovered over bis she did not change her position. She face. pointed to the door, and said, “ There is “Well, some of you here know me, I some one coming; we must let himn in.” suppose,” said he, with a hard laugh, as





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he threw his hat upon the floor, and passed seemed to seize him. He trembled all his hands over his dripping clothes. over, and his teeth' chattered violently. “ I've been out there long enough, and The shepherd looked at him in alarm. thought I'd just drop in to see you, in a “Don't be scared,” said the man, friendly way. I reckon you've seen "you've seen the shakes before to-day, before, anyhow," and he turned to the down in the brooks yonder. I caught mine shepherd as he spoke. John Zone looked in Ameriky. They're bigger over there, at him doubtfully, then went up closer to to match the country.” As he spoke, Bar. him and peered into his face.

bara came softly to the fire and threw “So you're back again,” said he, when more fuel upon it. he had finished his scrutiny; " I thought “ That's right,” said the stranger, rubyou were dead long ago, Joel Quaife !” bing his hands gleefully; "there was The daughter started slightly when the always lots o' dry fuzz about here, and it name was mentioned, and she again fixed makes a good fire when you can't get her eyes searchingly upon the stranger. nothing better. On with it, lass. There's Her gaze irritated him, and he turned im a wind outside enough to freeze a man's patiently away.

heart in him, if he had any to freeze. Who “Dead men don't come back, John is she?” he said to Zone, pointing to BarZone,” said he, “whatever they may tell | bara. “She stares at me as if I had come ’ee. The women folk may, though,” he out of a wild beast show. What ails added, with a sort of shiver; “leastways, ber?” I know of one as does, and not only at “It's my darter. Don't you remember night nuther; I've seen her at times when her ?” I knew I was awake. You can't keep 'em I never see her before as I know on, from worritin' of ye, livin' or dead.” He but she'll remember me next time.” The moved round to the firc as he spoke, and girl laughed aloud, but there was a ring in sat down on the stool before it.

her laugh which the stranger evidently did " What brings thee back here when not like. He left off rubbing his hands, every one thought thee dead ? ” asked the and looked hard and long at the girl. shepherd suspiciously.

“]s she a natural, or what?” he asked. "I came back because I was tired of He seemed to shrink as the girl returned furrin parts,” replied the stranger. "I his gaze in an undaunted manner. thought all my old friends would be glad “She's never been right,” exclaimed to see me again ; but you don't seem to be Zone, “ since that awful night we had here over glad.”

ten years and more ago. We found her in “ Have ye been far away? said the the marnin', all soft and foolish like, tryin' shepherd, not committing himself to any to hide away from us, and her senses never opinion.

came back to her. You were away, then, " Ay, to Ameriky, Canady, all sorts of I reckon ? Did you hear tell of it? places. At last I wanted to see the old “ Hear of what? What are you mum. country again; but I'm thinkin? I'd bet-bling about? You've got a nice family ter ha' stayed where I was. I've been party here! one of ye quite cracked, and wanderin' round this house the last three ihe other three parts. You must make hours at least - lost! These Downs all each other lively these long nights !” He look alike at night.”

burst into a hard, grating laugh, which “Coom a little nearer the fire,” said the seemed to jar on Barbara's nerves. She shepherd, moved to sympathy, in spite of shivered as she turned her face from the his distrust.

"l'll be glad enough to do that, for I'm “ The night when the poor missis died,” nearly starved with the cold. I did my said Zone, who had been plunged in his best to get on to Newhaven, but somehow own thoughts. “Of course you've heard I was always brought back to your cottage, how it all happened ? and glad I was at last to see the light in " How should I hear of it when I was your window. I thought to sleep among in another country? "replied the stranger the furze, but it was too cold and wet. So irritably. “What's the good of rakin' I had to come here after all - it's what up all your old troubles ? Let 'em sleep, they call fate, and you can't run away from man; that's what I do, leastways, when I that. Anyhow, I'm here, and I can't stand can. It doesn't pay to go pokin' and rumthat cold outside any more to-night. So magin' into one's past life — you a'most you'll let me bide here, John, for the sake always find something you didn't want to of old times?" As he spoke his eye see again. Let sleeping dogs lie, and tell rested upon Barbara, and a fit of ague | that gal o'your’n to get me something to




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