The letter with which we shall conclude who may peruse them, the remembrance of our extracts, is from a convict the only one New South Wales. Dear Affectionate Wife and family these affectionate longings of the heart, and I with pleasure embrace this first Opper- Farewell. These 'simple annals of the poor,' written and ended, in spite of all my efforts, in clearing METAL IN SEA-WATER.-The French sarans, Published at the Office, No. 16. Wellington Street North, Strand; and Printed by BRADBURY & EVANS, Whitefriars, London. 1 A CHILD'S DREAM OF A STAR. THERE was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of GOD who made the lovely world. They used to say to one another, sometimes, Supposing all the children upon earth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky, be sorry? They believed they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that gambol down the hill-sides are the children of the water; and the smallest bright specks, playing at hide and seek in the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they would all be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more. There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church spire, above the graves. It was larger and more beautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first, cried out, "I see the star!" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good night; and when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, "God bless the star!" But while she was still very young, oh very very young, the sister drooped, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the window at night; and then the child looked Badly out by himself, and when he saw the star, turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed, "I see the star!" and then a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to say, "God bless my brother and the star!" And so the time came, all too soon! when the child looked out alone, and when there [PRICE 2d. was no face on the bed; and when there was a little grave among the graves, not there before; and when the star made long_rays down towards him, as he saw it through his tears. Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining way from earth to Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary bed, he dreamed about the star; and dreamed that, lying where he was, he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by angels. And the star, opening, showed him a great world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive them. All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the people who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the long rows in which they stood, and fell upon the people's necks, and kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, and were so happy in their company, that lying in his bed he wept for joy. But, there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one he knew. The patient face that once had lain upon the bed was glorified and radiant, but his heart found out his sister among all the host. His sister's angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to the leader among those who had brought the people thither : "Is my brother come?" And he said "No." She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, and cried "O, sister, I am here! Take me!" and then she turned her beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into the room, making long rays down towards him as he saw it through his tears. From that hour forth, the child looked out upon the star as on the Home he was to go to, when his time should come; and he thought that he did not belong to the earth alone, but to the star too, because of his sister's angel gone before. There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was so little that he never yet had spoken word, he stretched his tiny form out on his bed, and died. YOL. 1. 2 IN THREE CHAPTERS.-CHAPTER L Again the child dreamed of the opened THE TRUE STORY OF A COAL FIRE. star, and of the company of angels, and the train of people, and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes all turned upon those people's faces. Said his sister's angel to the leader: "Is my brother come?" And he said "Not that one, but another." As the child beheld his brother's angel in her arms, he cried, "O, sister, I am here! Take me!" And she turned and smiled upon him, and the star was shining. He grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books, when an old servant came to him, and said: "Thy mother is no more. blessing on her darling son!" I bring her Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said his sister's angel to the leader: "Is my brother come?" And he said, "Thy mother!" A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the mother was re-united to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, "O, mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!" And they answered him "Not yet," and the star was shining. He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning grey, and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears, when the star opened once again. Said his sister's angel to the leader, "Is my brother come?" And he said, "Nay, but his maiden daughter." And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, a celestial creature among those three, and he said "My daughter's head is on my sister's bosom, and her arm is round my mother's neck, and at her feet there is the baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, GOD be praised!" And the star was shining. Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face was wrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent. And one night as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he cried, as he had cried so long ago: "I see the star! They whispered one another " He is dying." And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I move towards the star as a child. And O, my Father, now I thank thee that it has so often opened, to receive those dear ones who await me!" And the star was shining; and it shines upon his grave. ONE winter's evening, when the snow lay as thick as a great feather-bed all over the garden, and was knee-deep in the meadowhollows, a family circle sat round a huge fire, piled up with blocks of coal of that magnitude and profusion which are only seen at houses in the neighbourhood of a coal-mine. It appeared as if a tram-waggon had been 'backed' into the room, and half its load of great loose coal shot out into the enormous aperture in the wall which lies below the chimney and behind the fire-place in these rural abodes. The red flames roared, and the ale went round. The master of the house was not exactly a farmer, but one of those country personages who fill up the interval between the thorough farmer and the 'squire who farms his own estate, a sort of leather-legged, nail-shoed old gentleman, whose elder sons might easily be mistaken for gamekeepers, and the younger for ploughboys, but who on Sundays took care to 'let un see the difference' at church. Their father was therefore never called Farmer Dalton, but old Mr. Dalton, and almost as frequently Billy-Pit Dalton-the coal mine in which he held a share being named the 'William Pitt.' His lands, however, were but a small matter; his chief property was a third share he had in this coal mine, which was some half a mile distant from the house. His eldest son was married, and lived close to the mine, of which he acted as the chartermaster, or contractor with proprietors for the work to be done. Among the family group that encircled the huge coal fire was one visitor, a young man from London, the nephew of old Dalton. He had been sent down to this remote coal country by his father, in order to separate him from associates who dissipated his time, and from pursuits and habits that prevented his mind settling to any fixed occupation and course of life. Flashley was a young man of kindly feelings and good natural abilities, both of which, however, were in danger of being spoiled. Various efforts were made from time to time to amuse the dashing young fellow 'from town.' Sometimes the old gentleman related the wonders of the coal-mines, and the perilous adventures of the miners; and on more than one occasion the curate of the village endeavoured to interest him in the grand history of the early world, and especially of the period of antediluvian forests, and their various transmutations. vain. He paid no attention to them. anything they said made any impression at all, it was solely due to the subtle texture of the human mind, which continually receives much more than it seeks, or has wit enough to desire. All in If 'You don't find the coal countries quite so bright and merry as London town, do ye, Flashley?' said old Dalton, with a goodnatured smile. 'I can't say I do, uncle,' answered the youth, frankly. As to merriment, that is all very well at the present moment, in front of that great family bonfire; but all the rest of the day- and here Flashley laughed with easy impudence and no small fun; 'the house and garden are in a state of dingy mourning, so are all the roads, and lanes, and hedges, in fact, the passage of lines of little black waggons to and fro, rambling full of coals, or rattling by, empty, seems like the chief business of life, and the main purpose for which men came into the world.' And so they be!' ejaculated old Dalton, jocosely; so far as these parts are concerned. You know, Flashley, the world is made up of many parts, and this be the coal part. We be the men born to do the world's work of this sort; and we can't very handsomely pass all our time a-sitting before a shiny fire, and drinking ale, though, that's good o' nights, after the work's done.' With this laconic homily, old Billy-Pitt Dalton rose smiling from his chair, emptied his mug of ale, and, shaking the young man kindly by the hand, trudged off to bed. With much the same sort of smiling 'good night,' the sons all trudged after him. The good dame and her daughter went last. Flashley remained sitting alone in front of the great fire. He sat in silence for a long time, watching the fire decline into great dark chasms, black holes, and rugged red precipices, with grim smouldering chaotic heaps below. and as to a noble poem, he scoffed at all such things with some slang joke at 'high art;' besides, he wrote himself, as many a young blade now attempts to do, instead of beginning with a little study and some decent reading. To Flashley all knowledge was a sort of absurdity; his own arrogant folly seemed so much better a thing. He therefore only read books that were like himself, and encouraged him to grow worse. The literature of indiscriminate and reckless ridicule and burlesque had taught him to have no faith in any sincere thing, no respect for true knowledge; and this had well-nigh destroyed all good in his mind and nature, as it unfortunately has done with too many others of his age at the present day. After sitting silently in front of the fire for some half an hour, Flashley gradually fell into a sort of soliloquy, partaking in about equal degrees of the grumbling, the self-conceited, the humorous, and the drowsy. 'So, they 're all snoring soundly by this time-all the clodpole Billy Pittites. Uncle's a fine old fellow. Very fond of him. As for all the rest!-Wonder why the mine was called the William Pitt? Because it is so black and deep, I suppose. Before my time. Who cares for him now, or for any of the bygones! Why should we care for anybody who went before us? The past ones give place to the fast ones. That 's my feather. But a pretty mess I've made of my affairs in London! My father does not know of half my debts. Hardly know of half of them myself. Incontinent contractions. Tavern bills, sixty or seventy pounds-may be a hundred. Tailors? can't calculate. Saloons and night-larks, owing for-don't know how much, besides money paid. Money borrowed, eighty or ninety pounds. Books-forget-say sixpence. Like Falstaff's ha'pennyworth of bread to all that quantity of sack! Think I paid ready money for all the light reading, and young gent's books.' The fire sank lower and lower, and so did the candles, one of which had just gone out, and began to send up a curdling stream of yellow smoke. A word or two about this young man. Flashley Dalton had some education, which he fancied was quite enough, and was very ambitious without any definite object. His father had proposed several professions to him, but none of them suited him, chiefly because, to acquire eminence in any of them, so long a time was needed. Besides, none seemed adequate to satisfy his craving for distinction. He looked down rather contemptuously on all ordinary pursuits. The fact was, he ardently desired fame and fortune, but did not like to work for either. One of the greatest injuries 'What a place this is for coals. What a his mind had sustained, was from a certain smutty face Nature wears! From the house species of fast literature,' which the evil upwards, all alike,-dull, dusky, and detestspirit of town-life has squirted into the brains able. Pfeu! Smell of fried mutton fat! of our young men during the last three or Now, then, old Coal-fire, hold up your head. four years, whereby he had been taught and I'm sleepy myself. This house is more like encouraged to laugh at everything of serious a hearse than a dwelling-place for live stock. interest, and to seek to find something ridi- The roadway in front of the house is all of culous in all ennobling efforts. If a great coal-dust; the front of the house is like a thing was done, he endeavoured to prove it a sweep's, it only wants the dangling sign of little one; if a profound truth was enunciated, his "brush." The window-ledges have a he sought to make it out a lie; to him a new constant layer of black dust over them; so discovery in science was a humbug; a generous has the top of the porch; so have the chimneyeffort, a job. If he went to see an exhibition pieces inside the house, where all the little of pictures, it was to sneer at the most original china cups and gimcracks have a round black designs; if to see a new tragedy, it was only circle of coal-dust at the bottom. There is in the hope of its being damned. If a new always a dark scum over the water of the work of fiction were admirable, he talked jug in my bedroom. How I detest this life spitefully of it, or with supercilious patronage; among the coals! Where's the great need of them? Why don't the stupid old world burn wood?' The fire had by this time sunk to dull red embers and grey ashes, with large dark chasms around and behind. The shadows on the wall were faint, and shifting with the flickering of the last candle, now dying in the socket. Flashley's eyes were closed, and his arms folded, as he still continued to murmur to himself. Sooth to say, the ale had got into his head. 'Margery, the housemaid, has large black eyes, with dark rings of coal-grime round them. Her hair is also black-her cap like a mourning mop and she has worn a black patch on one side of her nose since last Friday, when I gave her a handful from the coal-scuttle for comparing me to the lazy young dog that lay asleep before the fire. Margery Daw!-you shall slide down to the lower regions,-on an inclined plane, as the Useful Knowledge books would say. slowly down, with a long-drawn moan, that ended in a rising and rushing wind, with which Flashley felt himself borne away through the air, fleeter than his fast-fleeing consciousness. In the progress of generations and cyclesin that wealth and dispensation of Time ordained by HIM, before whose sight 'one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day '-mere grains of sand running through the glass that regulates the operations of never-ending work-the bodies of all living things, whether animal or vegetable, fulfil their destinies by undergoing a gradual transmutation into other bodies and things of the most opposite kind to their own original being. Original being, accurately to speak, there is none; but we must call that thing original to which some other thing is traced back as to its ultimate point, or starting place, and at which we are obliged to stop, not because it is the end, but because we can go no further; Ale is a good thing when it is strong; but nevertheless, up to that antediluvian period, a coal-mine is all nonsense. Still, they seem and during a great part of it, we are moving to make money by it, and that's some excuse in the dusky yet demonstrable regions and -some reason for men wasting in work lives tracts of substantial facts, and scientific which ought to be passed in pleasure. Human knowledge. I thought something Not daring to unclose his eyes, Flashley gra time human touched my elbow. 'Human time should not be passed-why there it came again! I must be dreaming. 'Old Billy-Pitt Dalton understands brewing. But human time should not be passed in digging and groping, and diving and searching-whether to scrape up coals, or what folks call "knowledge." For the fuel of life burns out soon enough of itself, and, therefore, it should not be wasted over the baser material; because the former is all for one's self, while coal-fuel, and the search after it, is just working for other people. Something did touch my elbow! There's something astir in the room out in the darkness! It was standing at my side!' Flashley made an effort to rise; but instead of doing so, he fell sideways over one arm of the chair, with his arms hanging down. Staring up helplessly from this position, he saw a heavy dwarfed figure with shining eyes, coming out of the darkness of the room! He could not distinguish its outline; but it was elf-like, black, and had a rough rocky skin. It had eyes that shot rays like great diamonds; and through its coal-black naked body, the whole of its veins were discernible, not running with blood, but filled with stagnant gold. Its step was noiseless, yet its weight seemed so immense, that the floor slowly bent beneath it; and, like ice before it breaks, the floor bent more and more as the figure came dually returned to consciousness, and heard a voice speaking near to him, yet in tones that seemed like the echoes of some great cavern or deep mine. 'Man lives to-day,' said the voice-and the youth felt it was the black Elfin, with the diamond eyes and golden veins, that was speaking-man lives to-day, not only for himself and those around him, but also that by his death and decay fresh grass may grow in the fields of future years, and that sheep may feed, and give food and clothing for the continuous race of man. Even so the food of one generation becomes the stone of another. And the stone shall become a fuel-a poison-or a medicine. Awake, young man !-awake from the stupor of an ignorant and presumptuous youth-and look around you!' The young man, with no little trepidation, opened his eyes. He found he was alone. The strange being that had just spoken was gone. He ventured to gaze on the scene that surrounded him. The place in which he found himself seemed to partake, not in distinct proportions, but altogether, so far as this was possible, of a wild forest of strange and enormous trees-a chaotic jungle-a straggling woodland, and a dreary morass or swamp, intersected by a dark river, that appeared to creep towards the sea which embraced a part of the distant horizon with a leaden arm. The moist mound whereon he stood was covered with ferns of various At this alarming sight, Flashley struggled kinds-the comb-fern, the wedge-fern, the violently to rise. He did so; but instantly tooth-fern, the nerve-fern-and of all sizes, reeling half round, dropped into the chair, rising from a crumpled crest bursting through with his head falling over the back of it. At the earth, to plants of a foot high, of several the same moment the ponderous Elfin took feet, and thence up to lofty trees of forty or one step nearer; and the whole floor sank fifty feet in height, with great stems and nearer. |