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the stairs ; but Harris, busy in dismissing You don't drink the toast, Clive," said his company, observed nothing, and they Harris to him who sat at the bottom of the were soon in the street. Harris could scarcely table.

keep up with the pace at which his compan“I do not,” replied Clive, pushing away ion strode along, and as to conversation, it his glass indignantly. "I hate this system was impossible, so after a gasp or two, he of reckless criticism. I believe it weighs like gave it up. an incubus on our schools. What do you They found Helen and Mary in the little know about art, Harris ? You've made a sitting-room, which was decorated with flowhundred blunders in the course of your ar- ers, and liad a sort of gala air. A letter in ticle."

Sir Jasper's hand lay on the table. Helen's What, do you admire this opus Thompso- eyes beamed as she gave it to James, and nianum, then?" asked one.

it seemed to her that she heard their mar“I know nothing about it. I have not riage-bells ringing, for there was the price of been at the exhibition this morning long his first exhibition picture.” But no anenough to see above half a dozen pictures, swering look met hers. His eyes were fixed but I object to the whole system. It's a dis- on Harris with a look of scorn, his face deadly grace to the age. Critics, if allowed at all, pale, and his lips firmly closed. He opened ought to be trained to their work, pass an the letter, looked at it, and crushed it in his examination"

hand. An ominous silence and a strange, Take out a license, perhaps, wear a badge confused dread fell over them. - Licensed to cut up young artists !'" Harris tried to rally, and turned aside to

They ought to be educated for their work look at two small cabinet pictures. at least. Very likely the picture they treat “Pretty things these,” he said. Speciin this flippant manner has cost time and la- mens of modern Italian art, I suppose, picked bor, such as they are incapable even of un- up when you visited Rome, as I heard you derstanding."

mention this evening. Strange how Italy “A splendid burst of eloquence, Clive ! has degenerated since its great days." He'll have you in his next novel, Harris ! ” “Only a Rubens and a Vandyck. They

“I repeat, it's a disgrace to the age," Clive belong to a baronet, for whom I chose them went on.

And the provoking thing is, in Antwerp. Admirable art-critic !” that the public is led by these absurd dog- Mary was shocked. She had never seen mas like a flock of sheep. •I see by the Mi- her brother rude before. das that such a picture is excessively bad!! “Come up to my room, will you ?” said says one ; and that such a picture is full of James, and there was something so imperiaffectation,' says another ; when all the time ous in his tone, that Harris mechanically the Midas has nothing to do with it, but only obeyed. Helen followed, beckoning to Mary some individual who sets up as critic, with- to accompany her, which she did. out knowing more of art than a baby. Wc, As they reached the open door of the indeed!”

studio, they saw Harris, who had just enIt might have been thought that James tered it, turn ghastly pale, and visibly tremwould sympathize with Clive, and second his ble. His first glance had told him that his indignant appeal; but the fact was, he had old friend was an artist, of which he had no not heard a word of this hurried dialogue. idea ; his first thought had reminded him of His inward rage so possessed him, that the his criticism. He tried to speak, to excuse room and the men in it seemed to whirl be- himself, to declare what he had written was fore his eyes, and their voices to sound only in ignorance; but his voice died away in inas a distant murmur. The insults heaped on distinct mutterings. his work were the more stinging because they No more words,” said James in a supcame from his early friend, to whom his heart pressed voice, but speaking distinctly, had just opened so warmly; and, moreover, " Here is a letter for you to read—to read he was at this moment less able than usual aloud." to bear any kind of provocation.

Every fac

Harris took the letter and read it, but not ulty of his being was therefore engaged in aloud. It dropped from his hand on the preserving an outward calm, and he succeeded floor, and Helen snatched it


and read :so perfectly that no one had the slightest suspicion that he was feeling any thing at all

, the opinion of the press, as expressed in the

“ Sir Jasper Langley feels confident that after The reading that had been interrupted article in the Midas, Mr. 'Thompson will not exwas not resumed, and the party, broke up pect him to complete the arrangement for his soon afterwards.

“ I am to walk home with picture. Sir Jasper Langley much regrets this you, Thompson, you know; stop a moment,” contre-temps, and hopes on some future occasion cried Harris.

to be more fortunate in a selection of some work James did not answer. He was already on of Mr. Thompson's.”.


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Helen tried, as she finished, to catch it, and ran to the lamp on the stairs to read James' hand, to speak to him, to make him it, while Mary tried in vain with her shaking hear her, but in vain. He passed her, and hand to find her purse,


pay the boy, who went close up to Harris, as if to strike him, asked for a shilling, for his message. At but by a violent effort mastered the impulse. last she had done, the door was shut, and

Vain, ignorant, presumptuous fool!” he she was able to hear the few words written said in a voice almost choked by the burning in pencil :passion he held down.

6. The picture you

"Forgive me for leaving you ; but I cannot have ruined was the hard and carnest work trust myself within reach of that insolent upstart of a whole year—the result of the study and -hardly could bear even you near me. The thought of four years. Leave my house! train is starting, and I am going off towards the Take yourself out of my sight, or I shall for- north. I will write from wherever I stop. I get my own dignity, and lose all command must accustom myself to loneliness." of myself!"

They went up slowly together. Mary sank Harris bowed his head, and held out his into a chair ; Helen stood in the middle of hands, in a deprecating manner, but did not the room with a face of anguish. She tried move; and James seeing him still there, to speak, but heavy moans came from her rushed down-stairs and out of the house, as aching heart, and Mary was roused from her if he had no other means of controlling his own sorrow to go and clasp her closely, try own violence.

to comfort her, try to tell her he would re“I have learned my lesson," said Harris, turn, that they should be happy still, that looking at Helen, who stood upright before patience was all they wanted. him. "Never-never while I live shall I Mary, Mary!” the voice came at last forget it. If he had stabbed me, I deserved choked with sobs," you say words only, idle it."

words. His is not a nature to bear shocks No one answered. Mary had nearly like these; he is too nervous, too excitable ; fainted. Helen stood immovable and silent. and he was ill before-quite overwrought!

“ Can you forgive me ? " said Harris. He ought to have had rest ever since he sent “ Miss Thompson! Mary! you know I did in that grand work, that used up his very not mean this."

life to finish, and that has been so foully Helen only moved her hand in the direc- used.” Her voice failed, and her indignation tion of the door, as if to ask him to leave seemed to shake her whole frame. them ; Mary hid her face in her hands. “If I am in life,” she went on presently,

“Only hear me before I go. Tell him I "I will go to him the moment we know meant no harm to him ; that I had no idea he where he is; and you too, Mary; we will was an artist, not the remotest idea he both go. No wonder you are able to bear painted that picture. I was obliged to give this better than I; you who have been his some lightness to my article, and by evil comforter, his help throughout all his trials, fortune I fixed on his to abuse."

while I- This shall not go on! I must Helen started, and turned away in disgust. make my father see it. Yes, my dear father

“ Hear me yet! I see my wretched error will see it. I must have a wife's right to be —my crime. Tell him I will never write his soother and helper—to share his joys, another criticism ; that I would right him and sorrows, and toils, and lighten them as now at any cost or humiliation to myself; only a true wife can. What matters selling but it is too late!" and so saying, he went pictures ? I can work. Thank Heaven, I slowly away.

can work too. We can all work. This shall It was long before they moved. It had not go on!” grown quite dark when they went down to Mary only answered with a fervent emthe sitting-room. They lighted a solitary brace. To go to James was all" she longed candle, and it showed them the flowers they for ; but three days passed without a word had arranged so gayly for James. They went from him. These days would have been ininto the bedroom, and there were the travel supportable but for the amount that had to ling-bags packed ready for the morning. be done in them. Mary, had to prepare Where were their hopes now? The mar- every thing for an indefinite absence from riage-bells had become a death-knell. They home; Helen to prepare Lucy, her mother, sat quite still, holding each other by the and father, to part with her from home forhand, and listening anxiously for James' re- ever. With the first two, her task was casy, turn. There was a knock at the door. except for the sorrow that will cling round They both started up, and ran down-stairs, that trying separation; but with her father, it longing to give sympathy and comfort. was a hard struggle ; he did, however, give a

- What a blank, dreary feeling it was reluctant consent at last. She spent her when the door opened to see, not James, but nights with Mary always. It was at night the a boy with a note from him. Helen seized heavy trial had to be borne: then came mis

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erable fears, dreadful images before her, and among the clouds, and over the sea. Then she could not sleep. Often she was aware followed an unintelligible description of wild, that Mary, too, was awake and crying, bit- fantastic forms that pursued him wherever terly. "Mary is too gentle, too sensitive he went, and to avoid which, he was going for her stormy life,” would Helen say to her- out in a boat. self; “ she needs a sister's love and sympa

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very ill; perhaps in danger. Oh, thy. Oh, only let us find him ; then all that we were with him! We shall restore shall be right!”

him with our love and our news, if we are in The postman's knock was always startling, time—yes, if we are in time!” she would inand hitherto always disappointing. Two let- wardly exclaim, and starting up to see what ters came for James on the fourth morning: progress they were making, would see Mary's none from him yet. Mary was authorized eyes fixed on her, full of anxious love. to open all that came for him, and when the By seven in the evening, they were nearbitter disappointment had been so far recov- ing the wild peaks of Arran. It was a lovely ered as to let her think of any thing she night when they swept into the beautiful bay opened these. Her exclamation over the of Brodick-a more beautiful is nowhere to first brought Helen to her side. Sir Jasper be found on the coasts of Britain. The sun, Langley had written to commission another getting low, was lighting up the lofty peak picture--Mr Thompson to fix on his subject of Goatfell, and innumerable other peaks and name his price. The second letter er- and craggy heights caught the glow. The plained the meaning of the first--it was from woods of the lordly castle lay in deep gloom the Royal Academy: his picture there was down to the water's edge. Helen and

Mary sold to another puachaser.

stood side by side ready to land. Joy and exultation took possession of them “ Helen, it is the tenth of May—it is the at first; but then came unbearable impa- day of your marriage. It is a good omen." tience to take this news to James. Helen Helen's face became deadly pale. They could not sit still; she roamed through the were very near the little wooden pier, and two rooms revolving impracticable schemes were straining their eyes to try to catch a of setting off in search of him, and always glimpse of the one form in all the world they ending with the conviction that she must longed to see; but among the few people wai Se ral cards were left for him the who had collected in that quiet place to see course of the morning-one had “Mr Clive" the steamer land its passengers, he was not on it; the others had names of well-known to be seen. They stepped ashore the moartists.

ment it stopped; only one other passenger At last came the letter so longed for; the landed, who took his way up the steep road direction had been so illegible that it had been directly. missent. It realized some of their worst They looked round for guidance, for they fears. It was evident James was ill-very ill; had no direction, and applied to a man who that his mind was confused and wandering. seemed to be pier-keeper, to know if he Many of the words could not be read; but the could direct them to any lodging where a date was there—they knew where to find him young English gentleman might be. He -Brodick in the Island of Arran.

examined their faces inquiringly, and with Neither spoke. There was not a moment a kind expression on his face. to lose, for evening was drawing on, and Ye'll be frae Glasgy, this morning ?” there was but one thought and one wish in was his characteristic reply. either heart. They succeeded in getting Yes, oh, yes; and we are urgently ansaway; and before the moon rose that night, ious-very anxious to lose no time,” said they had left London fifty miles behind. Helen.

They were in Glasglow early in the morn- And ye cam frae Lunnon?" ing, and on the Clyde early next day. Now - Yes. You know where he is. Take us there was time to breathe, time to think. there!” She had a trembling dread of askThe beautiful scenery around them they saw ing a question, and began to walk hurriedly nothing of. Helen shut her eyes, that she up the road. Mary shook so terribly that might not see it, so miserable was the con- the kind-looking man made her take his arm, trast with her inward struggle. There was and followed, and soon overtook Helen. something so strange, wild, unlike himself “ He is ill?” she said soon, in a hoarse, in James letter ; no word of affection, no suppressed voice. wish for them. He spoke of spending a “Ou ay, ou ay! puir lad ! he is that. It's whole day and night on the mountains ; of the brain-fever, they say. Ye'll maybe be his loathing at his own weakness, because, feared to gang in ?" hating the very idea of ever painting again, “ Feared! Helen said no more, and her he was always seeing pictures everywhere- tone made the guide walk faster and faster. in the gloomy glens, on the granite peaks, “He's had a guid doctor and a kind nurse,” he said. “Mrs. Andrew Hamilton-we're and distraction began to smooth away; the a' Hamiltons here, ye. see-she's been aye parched lips unclosed. Some kind hand beside him. He's cried aye upon twa names; placed in Helen's a glass containing the I'm thinkin' it's just yoursels. But he was strong stimulant that the medical man had very quiet when I cam doon to the pier. I left for him; she moistened the lips with it, stopped to hear news o' him.”

then tried, and succeeded in getting some Should they never reach the lodgings ? into the mouth. They pressed on faster and faster. At last " James, it is our marriage-day.” they turned aside by a jutting rock under The eyes gently closed, the lips visibly some trees, and stopped at a cottage. A smiled, the breathing became soft and reguyoung man dressed in black came to the lar. He was asleep. They had sank on door instantly with a gesture that was meant their knees beside the bed. "The minister“prevent their entrance, but at a word from for he it was who was present-laid a hand ne guide, he made way for them. The door on each head, and said, softly > "Send up pened at once into the room.

praise to Him who has given the blessing! Was that James they saw, with ghastly Then there was a hushed silence for hours. pale face, eyes unnaturally large and dilated, When morning broke, James still slept, tight, compressed lips, and rigid arms that and Helen still watched.' Her soul was ablay outside the bed ? Mary had flung her- sorbed in him. She watched that there self on her knees beside him, and pressed might be no sound to disturb, that warmth her warm hand on his hcart, to feel if it beat. and air might be about him, that she might Helen, with face as white as his, fixed her be ready to give support when he awoke. eyes on his, then laid her cheek to his. Mary, utterly exhausted, lay on the floor, “James, my own love!” she whispered in wrapped in a cloak, with her head on a pilhis ear.

* Mary is here; Helen is here; (low, and slept too. It was not till more than Helen your wife-your own! Look at her!” | twelve hours had so passed that he awoke, and then again she raised her head, and so weak, he could scarcely move his hand, tried to fix his wild, distracted eyes. but restored to consciousness and affection,

“It beats !” It was Mary that spoke. and able to understand his happiness.

“ Air ! air!” gasped Helen, making an Need we describe the joy and peace of earnest gesture with her hand.

that recovery to life and health ; or the marSome one opened the window, and a bright riage-day that followed; or the weeks of ray of the setting sun, and a sweet scent of happiness passed in that wild and beautiful the evening air, fell upon them all three. Island of Arran; or the enthusiasm with The lids began to close a little over the eyes; which the artist returned to his work ? It the white rings seen all round the iris before, is sufficient to say that in the days of his sucwere no longer visible; a ray of conscious- cess he forgot past injuries, and that when ness came into the eyes ; they brightened, he found the early love had revived, he was they looked into Helen's. The lines of pain able to take Harris to his heart as a brother,



CARS IN THE DESERT.—Mr. Russell, the well-country, which have to carry their own fodder, known Crimcan reporter of the London Times, and diminish the public burdens. gives a most interesting sketch of a run through " These stations are helpless, hot, oven-like a portion of tho Arabian desert by the new rail. crections, generally cked out by old Crimcan way route. We subjoin an extract :

wooden huts, within the shade of which may be “Blanched bones of camels lie in dull white-scen an undoubted Englishman, smoking his ness on the sands. Not a bird fans the hot, si-pipe. At the twelfth station we coaled; the lent air. Stones and sand, and sand and stones, train ended in the desert hero ; but at long inare all, and cverywhere stretched out dead and tervals, for miles in advance, we could see the hard under the boue sky and the relentless sun. cncampments of Arabs, who, for the time, had The rail which conveys us through this desola- become navvics, and were engaged in picking tion is single, and the line is said by English en- and burrowing and blasting through the rocks å gineers to be very badly made, as the French way for the iron horse. In a long wooden shed engineers who laid it out took it over a ridge -the centro of a group of tents—were laid out eleven hundred feet high, instead of following a long tables, covercu with hot joints of recondite low level near the river, which would have animals, papier-mache chickens, and lignite vegegreatly diminished expense and cost of working tables. This was our dinner-it had come all

The water and coal for the engines are to be the way from Cairo-so had the wine, the beer, carried by the trains out to the various stations, and spirits. If manna and quails were at all So they are like commissariat animals in a barren eatable, we had envied the food of the Israelites.”

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From The Saturday Review. of property, and no official or professional GENTLEMEN.

position universally implies personal supeA GREAT part of the most important busi- riority, there is a constant tacit revolt against ness of life is transacted imperceptibly, and this use of the word, and a correspondthrough the unconscious agency of innumer- ing endeavor to apply it to the possession able persons who contribute, by their choice of those qualities by which property and of phrases to the gradual modification of lan- rank ought to be accompanied. Thus, a guage. Words come to bear a totally differ- meritorious story was called “ John Halifax, ent meaning in different generations, and, in Gentleman,” the point of the title being that the course of the process, influence, in no the hero was not a gentleman realiy, but small degree, the nature of the modifications only morally. Between the exclusively techwhich they record. The invention of the nical and the exclusively moral view of the name“ Whig.” for a particular political party word, the usage of society has struck a sort had no small historical importance, for it led of balance, so that when we speak of a “genpeople to ask what they meant by it, and at tleman” in the present day, we virtually' asthe same time


them considerable facili- sert that certain merits go together—that ties in conducting the inquiry. A more or they usually belong to the members of cerless conscious and explicit sentiment in- tain classes and that the person to whom formed those who originated the nickname the name is applied is both a member of the that particular people had a sufficient num- class and a possessor of the merits in quesber of points of resemblance to render them tion. capable of being described by a common What these merits are, and how far they mark; and when the mark was once affixed, really do belong to a few classes of society, an inquiry into the nature and causes of the are curious questions. The first can be anpeculiarities denoted by it was natural, and, swered only by attention to the common use indeed, almost inevitable.

of language; and this gives a strange result. This is a fair illustration of the process by Some of the acts which are considered as which most of the transient phases of society ungentleman-like belong to the greater and are at once described and recorded, and it is others to the lesser morals; but though constantly being applied to almost every sub- many well-meaning persons like to make out ject which is at once interesting and indefi- that whatever is wrong is also vulgar, the nite. Dean Trench's well-known volume common use of language does not warrant about Words abounds in curious instances of them in thinking so. To tell a wilful lie is it. Most of us know how “ Pagan” meant, at once very wicked and very ungentlemanfirst, a countryman—then a countryman who like, and the same might probably be said of still retained the idolatry which had been must forms of stealing ; but no one would banished from the towns—and, lastly, an say that there was any thing particularly reidolator without reference to his local habita- pugnant to the character of a gentleman in tion. Curious as such words are in a literary arson, or murder, or cruelty to animals. and historical point of view, it is still more Adultery and seduction would certainly be curious to watch and to try to understand ungentleman-like in so far as they involved the changes which are actually in progress either breach of special confidence or gross under our own eyes, and to attempt to ascer- specific fraud or falsehood, but not otherwise, tain the point in their history which particu- notwithstanding their moral enormity. Perlar words in general use and of wide appli- haps the most singular illustration arises in cation have actually reached. Hardly any the case of offences in the use of language. word affords so good an example of this as It is one of the most common of all arguments the word “gentleman” as it is now used. against profane swearing that, besides being In its infancy, as every one knows, it meant wrong, it is very vulgar; but though there merely to affirm of the person to whom it is a certain degree of truth in this, it is only was applied the possession of a particular true under a very important limitation. If pedigree. At present it is used in what may a man were, on all occasions and in all sociealmost be called a miscellaneous manner, for tiés, to interlard his conversation with proit bears at once several different meanings, fane oaths, he would certainly act in a very each of which is more or less connected with vulgar way; but it is not vulgar, though it its original signification. Its most cbvious is certainly wrong, to swear upon provocameaning is still that which makes it a mere tion, in moderation, and in the society of term of dignity. In this sense, a man is a those who are not likely to be annoyed by gentleman who has either a certain amount it. In the minor morals there is the same of independent property or who holds a cer- kind of apparent confusion. There is nothtain official or professional rank; but, inas- ing ungentleman-like in ill-nature or selfishmuch as the word is felt to imply personal ness, carried to the utmost length and persuperiority, and inasmuch as no amount sisted in with the utmost virulence, though

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