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took a volume of the Spectator, selected tious. He loved her readings well enough a paper of Addison's, put a mark in the as texts for playful controversy, and enplace, and carried the book with her to joyed drawing out for his own and sole Lord Harry.

benefit conversational powers that might She thought, when she went in, that have delighted a saloon. Gradually Mary he looked more shrivelled and sickly than was becoming less heartbroken, but she ever; but his face lighted up, and he half- was increasingly pensive; and though raised himself from the depths of his easy- she never bored him with preaching, for chair to greet her. “My sweet angel,” which, indeed, she had no vocation, Lord said he, "you are always so good- Harry grew a little impatient at the sub

This is not one of my good days," stitution of grave talk for amusement. said Mary, putting her hand in his. “I He saw that Mary's heart was far away, am not equal to talking, but I thought I and that her visits to him were from duty would come and offer to read to you." rather than inclination. Laura was the

"Do, my dearest child—it will be inex- most entertaining now; and yet he peevpressibly interesting. What have you ishly told himself that he preferred Mary got there? Ho, Addison. “He that at her worst to Laura at her best. would acquire a pure style must give his All this time she was sickening for days and nights to Addison.' Very well; letters; but in those days à voyage to he is always worth attention, though I the West Indies was a vastly different never formed my style on his."

thing from what it is now, and commuMary always read well; and just now nications were about as long on the road her balmy voice and distinct utterance as they are now from Australia. were quite keenly appreciated by him. As the season advanced the happy pos"You give every word its beauty and sessors of country seats went out of town; value," said he, when she ceased. “What others visited fashionable watering-pladoes all that he says amount to apart from Lord Harry hated London when his well-chosen language, and the added it was out of season; and though his charin imparted by you? That derotion power of bearing removal to his suburban opens the mind to great conceptions, and retreat was a matter of question, he was fills it with more sublime ideas than it determined on the experiment, and efwould otherwise entertain. If it be very fected it without any very disastrous retrue, it is not very new."

sult. It hastened his downward progress, "Is not one of the tests of a good writ- however. er his being able to give novelty to what The Beauforts took a house to be near is not absolutely new ? "

him; rather an inexpedient step, Mrs. “In that case, my dear child, Addison Forsyth would have said; but she was has certainly not carried his point here; beyond reach of remark. Of course Lady for there is absolutely nothing novel in Bab and Lady Kitty said they were folhis treatment of the subject. Rather a lowing Lord Harry like harpies; but who heavy one, too, is it not? I prefer his cared for what they said ? Mary was character pieces."

getting apathetic with regard to the gos"O) yes, of course; so do I.”

sip of society. Why then not give me what we both Merrily rang the Chiswick bells when prefer ? "

Harry Levitt received the hand of sweet This well-intended attempt of Mary's Lucy Tolhurst from her fond father. This was rather a failure. At any rate, how- had been many months ago: the happy ever, it drew her out of herself, and she pair started immediately afterwards for would not be baffled by a single defeat. the continent. Wedding tours of this Sir William Temple, Cowley, Shenstone, descriprion were not then usual; but it Fere all tried by her in turn; Lord Har- had long been a dream of Lucy's to see ry's remarks were often caustic and curi- some of the European capitals; and as ons, sometimes pertinent, sometimes cap- Levitt's inclinations were the same, and



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his purse was full of her money,

there As Mr. Oldworth returned home that was no reason why he should not gratify evening, he saw a church-door open, and her and himself.

went in. It was empty, though there Mr. Old worth had of course been in- were voices in the vestry. Finding his vited to the wedding; and, with a torn way to the railing of the communion-ta

he consented to go. He was ble, he laid his throbbing head against it, spared the trial to his feelings, however. then prostrated himself entirely before Just as he was on the point of starting the unseen Presence whose forgiveness his course was diverted, by a note from and support he supplicated with sighis his aunt, from the wedding party to the that could not be uttered. bedside of his grandmother. She par- He was startled from his posture of tially recovered, though only to be in- self-abasement by persons leaving the creasingly the object of care to her affec vestry, and heard a well-known voice. tionate daughter.

Bellermine was kindly dismissing a poor As the slow winter dragged on its woman; and looking round, he excourse, Mr. Oldworth went from time to claimed—“Why, Joe! are you here? I time to see Mr. Tolhurst. His visits, did not notice you among our small confirst merely designed for the customary gregation. You have been waiting for felicitations, were made more frequent me, I suppose. Come with me to my when he found how much they were lodgings, and let us have a good talk over needed. Mr. Tolhurst was becoming our bread and cheese. Raining, is it, my painfully aware that instead of gaining a good woman? It will not kill a fly; and son he had lost a daughter.

besides, I have an umbrella." “They were to have returned three “ You have none,” said Mr. Oldworth, months ago, Joe! and what can they to the poor, thinly-clad widow, who want over there; what diversion can stood at the threshold. “Here is minethey find in places where they can't under- you can leave it at Mr. Bellermine's for stand the spoken language ? O yes, Lucy me, in the morning." learnt French at her boarding-school, "Joe, that was an act of mercy," said but she tells me 'tis very little use to her Bellermine, taking his arm, and holding —they speak it with such a different ac- his umbrella over both. “I have been cent. Mighty expensive, too, living is, administering oil and wine to her soul, over there; they run through a sight of but it did not occur to me to save her money. A word in your ear, Joe. I poor old body from a wetting.” know you'll speak candidly to your father's “I am glad to have been permitted the old friend; is Levitt addicted to play ?" humble office. You undertook what was

“Sir," said Mr. Oldworth, with pain- more important to her.” ful embarrassment, “ you ought to know “Well, the poor creature was in a your son-in-law better than I do."

piteous case. A youth, her only son, “Not so, not so-you've known him fell into bad courses, and has at length from the egg-you know all his where- made away with himself. Living in a reabouts and belongings-you were school- mote part of Yorkshire, and he haring fellows, you are cousins-you've seen for some time neglected to answer her him behind the scenes ; whereas here letters, she was ignorant for a long time he's been on company manners; 'twas of his miserable end. At length a preyou introduced him to Lucy; and I teli sentiment, a foreboding of mischief-a you roundly, that if you knew him to be dream, she tells me-made her lock up addicted to play

her cottage, start for London on foot, “Indeed, sir, I did n't-"

get a lift now and then in a wagon, "If you knew it, I say, and yet put and make her way tediously and painthe artless girl in the way of his fascina- fully, to the house of his master, Lord tions—I don't thank you for the intro- Harry Bellair. There she heard the duction-can't forgive you for it." truth."

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"Ah!_" exclaimed Mr. Oldworth "No?- and yet you dropped in out of with strong pity.

curiosity ? Singular!” * It almost killed her. She fainted “I have heard that, on the continent, dead away.

When she came to she the church-doors are continually ajar, so found herself in the housekeeper's room, that any one may drop in when so who made her drink a glass of wine; took minded.” thought for her body, but had no medi- “Aye, and a very good plan too, for cine for her soul."

the poor benighted creatures who have "Poor creature!"

yet to learn that God dwelleth not in "She gathered the lad's few things to- temples made with hands--not exclugether, and gave them to the mother, to sively, that is. He is in church as well as whom they were precious relics, gave or everywhere else, but no more.” lent her a few shillings, I think, for her “Still, within precincts specially set return journey in the wagon, directed apart for prayer and praise, where there her to its starting-place, and got quit of is an atmosphere of piety, as it were, acher. But the poor woman was taken ill cumulated during successive generations, at the inn. I happened to hear of it and the soul, always so difficult to raise above had her removed to a decent lodging. the vile things of earth, may find helps to Miss Pomeroy heard of her from me, and meet its God.” risited her like an angel as she is, til! As for the atmosphere of an old city she got well. And now, the money is church,” said Bellermine, after a pause, returned, with thanks, to Lord Harry's “I must say I always find it particularly housekeeper, and the widow is to start musty; owing in a great measure, I on her journey to-morrow, well provided, think, to the intra-mural interments. of course. She could not go, she said, And I believe the tainted air has a good without thanking me: nothing could ex- deal to do with the heavy heads and ceed her gratitude, except her sorrow for hearts of those who breathe it. But as her son. Finding where I was to preach, for the gist of what you say--to an this evening, she came to speak to me in imaginative mind, you know—there's a the vestry; but meanwhile-here we good deal in it; as there is sure to be in are," said Bellermine, knocking at the whatever you do say. And so you—I door of his lodging, and running up stairs understand. You needn't tell .me you directly it was opened, to make a rousing turned in to commune with your own fire. “Welcome, old Joe!~sit you here heart and be still." and make yourself comfortable"—which “Only the worst is, it will not be was managed very speedily.

still." "Go on with what you were telling "Where is the sore place ? " me," said Mr. Oldworth. 'Meanwhile “Ah, that's the very thing I can't tell

"Meanwhile there was the service, you you!” know; and the sermon. You know what “ All right. The heart knows its own I said,"

bitterness, and a stranger intermeddleth “No, I don't; I regret to say; for I not with it only I'm no stranger. I'm did not even know you were preaching." not an advocate for auricular confession

Aye? Then how came you to be in myself. I who speak out everything I church?"

do! The Romish church has so dreadSeeing the door ajar, I turned in." fully abused it; and I rather think the " To look about you? How curious! best way is to carry every burthen to the You could not see much, so poorly as it Friend that sticketh closer than a brother. was lighted: 'tis almost the smallest, Still, we sometimes feel dreadfully in dirtiest, and I think, the very ugliest need of a human hand to give the burthen church in London. What do you think?" a hoist, if but that we may carry it to

" To say the truth, I did not much ob- that Friend and cast it at his feet, only; serve it."

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asked him, even without being able to be, “Surely goodness and mercy have follook He would do that for us too." lowed me all the days of my life; and

"Tom, your words are balm to my I shall dwell in the house of the Lord heart. No wonder they were so to the forever.” A Roman Catholic would wear

the stones with her knees, macerate her “Ah, that poor widow! Not knowing body with fasting, tear her flesh with the her to be present, what should be my scourge, to liberate her son from an imsubject of all others, but Judas going out agined purgatory. We know that there and hanging himself! I pointed out is no purgatory, and that vain repetitions pretty forcibly, I believe, that he only are not exacted from us-only the prayer made matters worse thereby. I noticed of the broken and contrite heart.' It was a stifled sob. I remarked that perhaps a difficult thing, you see, to salve the he was hardly himself when he did it- wound; I had to go about it and about that at all events it showed great abhor- it; but she was comforted at last; by the rence of his crime--perhaps much as all the Holy Spirit, not by me. The case was world has hated him ever since, he hated beyond me.' himself yet more. He did not go and “Was Miss Pomeroy in church?” spend the thirty pieces of silver in drink- “Oh no, she's down at Twickenham." nor in gambling—(more sobs) but cast the bag of money from him as an unclean

OUT OF SIGHT ; NOT OUT OF MIND. thing-he that had been so fond of bearing the money-bag, and had stolen from

its pleasures, and its nonsense all ? it! See what it came to! At last he Next day, Tom came to Mr. Oldworth, got a bag of money all his own—and shining like the sun. purchased by what !-by a crime so en- “Joel Miss Pomeroy was in church ormous that even he loathed the pur- last night! (here's your umbrella) She chase money, and cast it in the faces of came up, like an angel as she is, to see those who gave it, and—went and hanged the last of our old goody; and, hearing himself! How much better if he had from her where I was going to preach, gone and cast himself at the feet of Him came to church with her maid." who forgave the thief on the cross - “I rejoice at that.” There! I'm preaching my sermon all over O, I'm so thankful. For, not knowagain to you," said Tom excitedly. "I ing her to be there, and having no fear can't cool down all at once. You see, I of man or woman before my eyes, I spoke put my heart in it."'

right out, with no sinister or by-ends; “And so, went to the heart," said Mr. and went straight to her heart." Joseph. “Do go on.”

"How glad I am!” “D'ye like it? The poor widow came “To-day is her birthday, my dear to me all in tears afterwards. “O, sir, friend! her twenty-first birthday; and what do you think has become of my how do you think she has signalized it? son?' That belongs to the secret things By giving me herself. She takes me as of the Lord, our God. We know his I stand; without private fortune, without mercies are unlimited; we don't know preferment, without expectations. She the state of your son's brain. Had the says she would rather be mine on three last words of the thief on the cross been hundred a year (which is just what we only audible to our Saviour, we might have can make out) than give herself to a duke classed him among the reprobate. God with a coach and six." seeth not as man seeth. The book is “Happy Bellermine !" closed; we cannot read the page; his de- "I believe you, sir. We go down to cree is known only to himself. He says a curacy in the north, where one ponnd " What is that to thee? follow thou me?" will go as far as two or three; and-the Follow Him then, my dear woman, and I world will lose sight of us forever!" trust that your last song of praise will All of which came to pass.

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Pomeroy chose to throw herself away, as out in his light way and kill her on the her friends called it, in this romantic spot. It will go nigh to kill my Lucy as manner, there was no one to hinder it, it is, so you must write in my name, you now that she was of age. The marriage know, and then she'll know I am alive. soon took place, quite quietly; Mr. Old- She'll see, though, 'tisn't my writing. worth was one of the wedding guests, Take pen, ink, and paper, will you ? Beand the most sympathizing and cordial of gin 'My Dearest Child !'” them all. When we are unselfish, we "My dearest child-You'll see, by the really find happiness in the happiness of writing, that I'm not quite well to-day ; our friends. Did he find happiness, then, so Oldworth has kindly offered to write in that of Mr. and Mrs. Levitt? Ah, for me.' (That's a fib, though.) ” that was a sore point. In the first place, " I'm most happy to offer, my dear it was a matter of rivalry ; in the next, sir. You only forestalled me." he had come too late to the conclusion “Yes, yes; it may stand. 'I hope you that Levitt was unworthy of his prize, got the £200, dearest Lucy, which was and undervalued it. It was an anxious for your sole and separate use; so mind, question whether Lucy would be happy. you've no right to do otherwise with it. Her father was unhappy and querulous You may do with it as you like, only not already; and he became absolutely indig- give it away to one particular person—"" nant with Levitt when a tailor's bill was “Do you think it well, sir, to saythat ? sent in to him, which he should have Probably Mrs. Levitt would have more paid before marriage. He passionately pleasure in giving it that way than any declared he would send him no more re- other. At any rate, her pleasure would mittances. “And then, sir, he'll be com- be greater if unfettered." pelled to bring her home."

“Never you mind that. The gift is But Levitt wrote to say his wife's health mine, and I may say what I like. 'Herewould not permit her to travel just now; after all that I have will be yours, my and then “the father sostened, though Lucy: and it may not be so very long the governor was fixed.” He sent Lucy first; but it is safely tied up, to be a heri£200 for her own private purse; but of tage for your boy, my dear, if you have course, her husband had the best part one, when he comes of age; and meanof it.

while you are to have the interest.' That “Yes, Joe, she's so infatuated with was well thought of, Joe," said Mr. Tolhim, that she's happy-at least, she has hurst, “my lawyer put it into my head: made believe to be, till this time, but her otherwise, you see, Levitt might have spirits seem flagging now. She speaks run through it all. O, he's a sad fellowof being tired of sight-seeing; and says, and so specious! How came you to be ‘if we should ever meet again !' Meet so taken up with him, and taken in with again? Why, to be sure we shall! If him? Because he's so specious, of course. I thought otherwise, I should never have Poor Joe! you'd have been the better another happy moment."

mate for Lucy." Mr. Oldworth grieved to see that his Mr. Oldworth could not bear such obhealth was really being undermined by servations as this; nor could he bear constant fretting. One day, he was sum- writing such letters; and yet, after remoned to him very suddenly. Mr. Tol- monstrating strongly against some of the hurst had had an apoplectic fit. He had things that were dictated to him, he had been bled heavily, and was recovering, to write the letter, and to post it toobut took a very low-spirited view of which Levitt would have cleverly evahimself. "I'm going, Joe. I know I ded in his place. shan't get over this. You must write to Levitt wrote a very wrathy answer her, my good fellow_"

directed to Mr. Oldworth. He bad for" Had I not better write to Levitt, sir?" tunately opened his wife's letter. (O the “No, no! I tell you no. He'd blurt it meanness! ejaculated Mr. Oldworth)


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