The remains of the ill-fated D-were removed to a spare room in the officers' quarters, and there laid out to await official proceedings on the morrow. At under, and disappeared through the mus- | single question; but as my inquiring eyes lin curtains into the room, for I was una- went round the circle of assembled offible to see farther into it from my position. cers, I could see on the countenances of Another instant, and an ear-piercing all a certain constraint mingled with their scream rang out, — a harsh, appalling cry horror, but not a syllable was said. It as of mingled pain, rage, and terror, from was plain there was a further mystery one in dire extremity and to my horror behind. and utter amazement, he in the cloak reappeared at the window with D- gripped in his arms, and half slung over one shoulder, apparently struggling desperately. One instant both faces were visi- It was not till after the funeral that I ble in the moonlight, D- -'s ghastly and learned what had caused the uproar and convulsed, the other set back in its som- altercation in the mess-room, which imbre hood and covered with a black dom-mediately preceded the terribly sudden ino, from the eyelets of which I was near catastrophe of that memorable night. And enough to catch, as I fancied, a lightning- even at this distance of time, I tell the flash of fiendish malignancy and exulta- circumstances with pain and reluctance. tion. Ere I could collect my bewildered Dhad dined with the regiment, and senses sufficiently to rush across to stop after the band had finished playing, he and them, which I did a moment later, both some half-dozen subalterns sat down to men had vanished round an angle of the play vingt-et-un. The stakes were high, building. After them I rushed, shouting and it was remarked that D- turned to the gate-sentry to alarm the guard, but up a remarkable number of "naturals." on reaching the rear of the block not a N- ง a not long-joined ensign, had been soul was in sight. Out turned the guard, dealt an ace of spades, and "stood." and telling the sergeant to take a file and the conclusion of the round, D-——, who search the enclosure for two men fighting, was dealing, again showed a "natural,' I ran round to the mess-room. Mean- the ace of which proved to be the ace while, and before I could reach the en- of spades. This, of course, was too trance door to the mess, the bell inside much for young N, green as he was; was ringing out peal after peal, and an and though the tricks of the "heathen officer came tearing out full tilt, nearly Chinee" had not then been sung, the case knocking me down. "What is it?" I was manifestly something of the same burst out. "Where's C- (our regi-kind as that worthy's performance. Hence mental doctor); "is he in his quarters? "the indignant remonstrance wafted out to was the simultaneous counter-question, my ears in the barrack square, followed and away he rushed towards the quarter by that awful oath. Whereupon, accordwhere Dr. C was located. I ran into ing to some of the party, a momentary the ante-room, along with one or two of gust of air seemed to shake the farther the mess-waiters, helter-skelter. And window-sash, and simultaneously the cardwhat a sight inside! There, huddled in a table was stirred-it was, they said, like group, with pale, scared faces, a whist- the tremor of a slight earthquake shock table overturned, and a litter of cards - and straightway D- threw his hands strewn all over the floor, were some half-up and fell back in his chair, gurgling like dozen of my comrades of the -th, stoop- one in a fit. The rest I have told, and I ing over the prostrate form of D, who will say no more upon this. Which of us lay motionless, with lips apart, eyeballs is prepared to cast a stone at an erring fixed and staring, his head lying back, brother, leastwise when he is gone! supported by one of our fellows. It was a terrible moment. The surgeon, Ccame in a minute after, tore open D- 's waistcoat and shirt, looked hard at him, knelt down and put his ear to the drawn mouth, felt about the region of the heart, and shook his head. Life was extinct. Needless to say, the officers of her Majesty's th were for long thereafter uncommonly chary of conferring upon outsiders the privilege of honorary membership of their mess. And for many a year the tragic circumstances I have set down, with perhaps somewhat imperfect recollection of minor details, lingered on in the regiment as a kind of tradition, to be talked over on occasions, and amplified in various ways. But as for S whom more presently) and myself, we kept our impressions as far as possible to our (of -E A =2 selves, though something about them necessarily leaked out through the guard and sentry I had hailed, and from my original statements concerning the twain I believed I had seen so palpably in the moonlight. I have never been able to clear up the mystery of this dread tragedy. When the formal inquiry by the military and civil authorities came on, it was elicited from the non-commissioned officer of the night-guard that no person of the description I gave had been seen to enter or leave the barrack precincts. The certified cause of the death was stated to be aneurism, spasm, or something of the heart — what I suppose we should call in common parlance, heart-disease. The affair was rather hushed up, in deference to the feelings of D's relatives, one of whom came out to the island shortly afterwards to make inquiries, and settle up the affairs of the deceased. Those who have read thus far may not unnaturally have explained to themselves what I witnessed in the square as pure imagination, a phantasm of my own brain. And this view I should probably myself have inclined to, but for one circumstance, which I have now to mention. In the room above mine, and looking out on the square towards the mess-house, was quartered a very dear fellow, rather a favorite with us, although hardly robust enough for the roughing of a soldier's life. Now it happened on this very Thursday even ing Swho had been ailing for some time back of Malta fever, was lying on a couch in his room by the open windowthe night being so warm and listening to the band. He was still there when I came into barracks, and when I was arrested by the sight of the tall, solitary figure opposite. When, several days after the sad event, I touched on the subject, Sbroke in with a very troubled face, and in a serious, urgent voice asked, "Did you see the man in the long cloak waiting for him?" Then I knew that whatever extra vision had been vouchsafed to me had been shared by him. Ah me! "pale death knocks with equal step," sooner or later, at the door of us all, and Swith nearly every other of my then comrades, has departed to that bourn where "there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom! As for me, were I to live to the patriarchal age of the oldest of the antediluvians, it would be impossible to obliterate the impressions forced successively upon me on that especially solemn but fatal Thursday. The cathedral service, the torchlight procession - and then, in ter rible contrast, near about midnight, on the very threshold of a day most sad and sacred of all days to Christendom, the culminating horror of that shrouded one and his victim! From Blackwood's Magazine. RANDOM ROAMING. BY THE REV. DR. JESSOPP. wise ENJOYING the happy privilege of living where the air is of the purest and the water of the best, I am in the habit of deriding those who assume that it is one of the necessities of life that a man should have an annual "change.' Our fathers were not restless peripatetics, yet they were wise in their generation and virtuous; they lived their lives in a dogged, robust, and useful manner; they did not live in vain; they did not pretend that they were subject to periodical attacks of lassitude; they did not pose as overstrained workers; they did not lackadaisically sigh for rest. We are of different stuff. We pretend, one and all, that we need change of scene and holidays. It is the fashion of the time and no more. Confess that it is a mere fashion, and I am prepared to grant that it is a pleasant fashion; but ask me to allow that going to the end of the earth is positively required by the average Briton because the average Briton is an overworked animal, and I protest against the hypocrisy of such an assumption, and obstinately assert that I, for one, am not overworked, and decline to move until you withdraw your plea of necessity, which I hold to be untenable and insincere. And yet I confess I love seeing strange places, and visiting half-forgotten places that have always something new to teach, and I know too well how borné any one becomes who never stirs from home. Only don't talk to me of the advantage of " change of air," for to such as we, any change of air is a change for the worse. OUR PLANS. WE had been reading Professor Burrows's charming book about the Cinque Ports, and a hankering came upon me to go and see the old towns with my own eyes. So we made a beautiful plan, and we mapped it out day by day, and we had it all set down in black and white, and we were going to spend nineteen days in researches of the most interesting and instructive kind. Canterbury was to be our base, and all the coast from Reculver to Beachy Head our land of pilgrimage. What were we not going to do and to see! Let it be confessed at once that our plans came to nothing; we did not even get to Dover, and we did not see Dungeness. Alack! How beautiful plans do fade into nothingness! Something happens and something happened with us. I have the great happiness of knowing two large hearted brethren. Twins they are and never parted-great-hearted brethren, and broad-browed, strong and clear of brain, right manly and gentle and generous, and of widest sympathies, and their names are Walt and Vult. Perhaps you have read of two such brethren in Jean Paul's perplexing story. I am afraid young men do not read Richter now. Young men now are not in the mood for anything sentimental-they "like incident," so they tell me, and they "never heard of Walt and Vult." Richter's pair of brothers are dead, and have been dead for some two generations at least. But the brothers Walt and Vult who are my dear friends, are alive now; and long may they live to make the world better and happier by their influence. BRIGHTON. woman who had strict orders to give me baths in the sea. There was a wickeder woman than she, and that last woman derided me again and again, and resolutely | plunged me in the brine. Dr. Johnson once observed that he never wished to meet a fool in heaven. What would he have said to meeting a bathing-woman in the Islands of the Blest? The recollection of that sea-bathing gave me a fierce repugnance to Brighton for well-nigh forty years, until one day accident took me there, and I found the place better than I had expected- I had no longer any dread of meeting that bathing-woman on the shore. Now, as I grasped the hands of Walt and Vult, I felt that no great harm could come to me; I acquiesced in the situation, and was al most glad. Having arrived at Brighton, it remained to make the best of our opportunities. We realized at once that we had begun our holiday. Wise men take a holiday with two ends in view, just as they take their meat and drink-and those ends are pleasure and profit. For myself, my notion of holiday. making is the getting of a maximum of new information and new impressions at the cost of a minimum of discomfort and fatigue. That means, that when I set out on a ramble I take it as easily as I can, and I keep my eyes and my ears open. It is all very well for young men to set out like Tartarin, bent on staggering across the crevasses and floundering over the snow. We middle-aged folk have got beyond that. stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific-and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien ONE morning, just as we were preparing to carry out that carefully considered plan of ours, came a letter from Walt and Vult, saying peremptorily: "We desire to see you, friend. Redeem your promise and let us know the Lady Shepherd [these are their very words], and we will show you something of Sussex." It is pitiful to think of such weakness as we exhibited; but it seemed that some occult force was acting on us, a wilfulness stronger than did not find his soul satisfied with staring; our own wills prevailed, and actually next he saw an old world behind him and a new morning-yes, within twenty-four hours world before. I know not how it is, but - we had thrown up all our plans and had some of us in this age find ourselves posstarted off without helm or compass, sur- sessed by an insatiable yearning not to rendering ourselves to the brothers Walt speculate upon the future, but to get into and Vult. When the train stopped, lo! touch with the past. Brighton has no past we were at about the most prosaic town in worth mentioning, yet it has something to the island of Great Britain; and the name boast of which the casual visitor rarely of that town is Brighton. Until some ten hears of, rarely visits. It has in its muyears ago I had a bigoted aversion to the seum perhaps the most complete, and very name of Brighton- nay, a rancorous certainly the most exquisite collection of and vindictive hatred of the place. At chalk fossils in the world, and also a four years old I had the measles - blame unique collection of pottery and porcelain. me not, ye critics! I had no option in the Both one and the other were made by matter I took the measles, or, rather, the brothers Walt and Vult, or rather the measles took me; and being weakened by brother Vult-the other brother not by the malady, I was sent down to objecting. That unique collection of pot. Brighton with my nurse-a very wicked | tery was "made to illustrate the prin ciple, or rather in development of the | notion, that the history of a country may be traced in its homely pottery." I will not presume to describe it; but this I do venture to assert, that he who goes to Brighton without spending an hour or two in looking at those mugs and plates, and cups and saucers, and chimney ornaments, and pondering upon their significance, is not a man to be envied — in fact he is a man to be pitied, as all men are who, having a good chance of learning a new lesson, throw that chance away. But if there is not much to see at Brighton, there is a great deal to see from Brighton, and for a week or so Brighton was our base. And what a joyous base it was! The talk was a perpetual feast after a day's expedition - Walt and Vult cutting in and in with noble entanglements, sometimes the whimsical brother taking the lead, sometimes the deep voice of the other vibrating with emotion, rising with enthusiasm, loud with indignation at some mention of treachery or wrong. And there was prattle of children too, such sweet prattle, and so clearly articulate withal. And there was so much to look at such hoards of wonders in every corner, and such stories to tell! The treasures of that house are not guarded by grim lions suggesting terror and laceration, but by sculptured dogs, emblems of faithful love and nobleness. 66 LEWES. CINQUE PORTS?" said brother Vult. "We will go to Newhaven to-morrow; Newhaven supplanted one of the Cinque Ports." Not quite that; but one of the members of the Cinque Ports. Seaford sent two representatives to Parliament in 1300, and for centuries had contributed its quota of ships to the royal navy; but before the sixteenth century had come to an end, the river Ouse, which in its exit to the sea had made Seaford harbor, was forced by the movement of the shingle to find for itself another channel, and a new port arose which assumed the name of Newhaven, where the traffic to Dieppe now goes on with ever-increasing briskness. That there could be anything at Newhaven which was worth going to see was new to me. But where in this England of ours can you find a place that is not worth a visit, or that has not something to make a man find out how very ignorant he is, and help him to go home the better for his day's journey? We had to stop at Lewes on the way. Lewes is a place of renown, but its glory is departed. Here William de Warenne, the great Conqueror's doughty brother-in-arms and first Earl of Surrey, kept his state after his fashion, and here, it seems, he lies buried. Of the castle I forbear to speak. As to the glorious priory which the great earl and Gundrada his wife founded here to the glory of God and for the furtherance of devotion and the contemplative life the greater portion of it lies buried under the railroad; only fragments remain. The range of conventual buildings presented a frontage of about four hundred feet, the church was twenty-five feet longer than Chichester Cathedral, ninety feet longer than the Conqueror's church which he built for his Abbey of Battle, and exactly the same length from end to end as Lichfield Cathedral. The foundation of this priory was an event in English history, and the story is worth the reading. Read it, if you can, in Mr. Hope's paper in the "Journal of the Archæological Institute," and there you will find all that is ever likely to be known about the fortunes of the house, its origin, its rise, its growth, and its fall. It was the first house of the Cluniac order set up in England. About these Cluniacs there is much to tell, but who will tell it to us? rather, perhaps, it may be asked, who will listen if one should try to tell it? But when your guide-book informs you that this house at Lewes continued to be the only Cluniac priory in England for the next hundred and fifty years after its foundation, do as I did to that ruddy but unblushing volume, and put a big note of admiration in the margin. Opposite the castle, on the other side of the railway, there stands a mound, clearly artificial; and the tradition goes that the monks of Lewes erected on the top of it a cross, and at certain seasons went in procession by an encircling path up to the top, and that there were stations here and there where special prayers were offered. I thought of that frightful mound in the city of Mexico and the bloody rites that were carried on there, and I thought of some other parallels; and then of the old Winchester practice of " 'keeping hills only abolished the other day, and I asked myself, can it be that here we have the site of some pre-historic cultus, and that here, ages ago, the conquering cross was planted upon Where, for the noise of drums and timbrels that opprobrious hill loud, The children cried unheard that passed through fire To that grim idol? NEWHAVEN. BUT Lewes was only on the way; we were bound for Newhaven. Despise not Newhaven, my brethren. It may yet have a future it certainly has a past. Despise nothing: le mépris est le masque où s'abrite la nullité, and very few of us can be " splendidly null." Said brother Vult, "You must go and see the church." Said brother Walt, "We cannot bear you company; we cannot away with Philistines, clerical or other -you must go alone." In some perplexity I obeyed. That church is worth a visit-emphatically worth it, for the wondrous little Norman apse and the beauty of its situation, and for something more. There is a tombstone there, and on it an epitaph. It is in memory of an old parishioner who was, it seems, of a jovial turn, and of whom it is recorded that he knew his Hudibras by heart. Distinctly Christian in its tone that epitaph can hardly be said to be; yet its concluding line is not without a lesson worth remembering, for it says of the dead to the living Be better, wiser, laugh more if you can.* eyed fanatic should take it into his head That night I forgot all about the Cinque Ports, I dreamt only of wicked tombstones; and visions rose of an infinite procession of monuments passing in long array from world to world, reaching beyond the realms of this solar system of ours, and I could not read the writing upon them; and a whisper came to me which said: "Is not our little, our very, very little planet full of sepulchres, whose story such as thou art trying to read, and trying all in vain ? BRAMBER. THERE were five great castles in Sussex - to wit, Arundel, Bramber, Knapp, Has. tings, and Lewes, and to these we must add Chichester-of which anon. "Tomorrow," said the brethren, "we will go to Bramber." Thither we went. People When I got back to my friends, brother go up the Rhine and chatter about the Walt looked gravely at me; then it all castles on the river banks. They are toys came out. That clerical Philistine had to our Sussex castles. Every one of those actually attempted to remove that tomb-five I have named was the home of an stone and utterly abolish it, merely because it did not express his views. The brethren Walt and Vult said no, and they stopped that Philistine. See where we are, and what we are coming to! That any man who is a tenant-for-life of his benefice should have the power of course he has not the right, but that doesn't matter — to cart away any monument, inside or outside "his" church, on which there may be expressions at variance with his views is that to be tolerated? Yes, it is tolerated, and it is done on the sly every year. Think of what might happen any day, if some wild In view of the many perils that threaten the monuments of the dead, I think it prudent to print this dreadful inscription. Here it is: To the Memory of THOMAS TIPPER, who departed English chieftain for centuries before the |