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The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations

have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet. What philosophy can calculate the vibrations of the heart before it can distinguish the colours of love!

While Guy Darrell thus passed his had never known Lionel, Lionel hours within theunfinished fragments might never perhaps have gone to of a dwelling builded for posterity, the Surrey village, in which he saw and amongst the still relics of remote the Phenomenon : And to push generations, Love and Youth were farther still that Voltaireian philoweaving their warm eternal idyll sophy of ifs - if either Lionel or on the sunny lawns by the gliding Frank Vance had not been so inti. river.

mately associated in the minds of There they are, Love and Youth, Sophy and Lionel with the golden Lionel and Sophy, in the arbour holiday on the beautiful river, Sophy round which her slight hands have and Lionel might not have thought twined the honeysuckle, fond imita- so much of those poems; and if they tion of that bower endeared by the had not thought so much of those memory of her earliest holiday-she poems, there might not have been seated coyly, he on the ground at her between them that link of poetry feet, as when Titania had watched without which the love of two young his sleep. He has been reading to people is a sentiment, always very her, the book has fallen from her pretty, it is true, but much too comhand. What book? That volume monplace to deserve special comof poems so unintelligibly obscure to memoration in a work so uncomall but the dreaming young, who are monly long as this is likely to be. so unintelligibly obscure to them- And thus it is clear that Frank selves. But to the merit of those Vance is not a superfluous and epipoems, I doubt if even George did sodical personage amongst the chajustice. It is not true, I believe, that racters of this history, but, however they are not durable. Some day or indirectly, still essentially, one of other, when all the jargon so feel- those beings without whom the auingly denounced by Colonel Morley, thor must have given a very differabout “æsthetics," and "objective," ent answer to the question," What and “subjective,“ has gone to its will he do with it ?" long home, some critic who can write Return we to Lionel and Sophy. English will probably bring that poor The poems have brought their hearts little volume fairly before the public; nearer and nearer together. And and, with all its manifold faults, it when the book fell from Lionel's will take a place in the affections, band, Sophy knew that his eyes were not of one single generation of the on her face, and her own eyes looked young, but-everlasting, ever-dream- away. And the silence was so deep ing, ever-growing youth. But you and so sweet! Neither had yet said and I, reader, have no other interest to the other a word of love. And in in these poems, except this—that that silence both felt that they loved they were written by the brother-in- and were beloved. Sophy! how childlaw of that whimsical, miserly Frank like she looked still! How little Vance, who perhaps, but for such a she is changed !—except that the brother-in-law, would never have soft blue eyes are far more pensive, gone through the labour by which and that her merry laugh is now he has cultivated the genius that never heard. In that luxurious home, achieved his fame; and if he had not fostered with the tenderest care by cultivated that genius, he might its charming owner, the romance of never have known Lionel ; and if he her childhood realised, and Lionel by her side, she misses the old crippled sufficiently unhappy while that young vagrant. And therefore it is that consoler was by her side, she too her merry laugh is no longer heard ! rose, left the arbour, and looked wist“Ah !" said Lionel, softly breaking fully along the river. George Morley the pause at length, "Do not turn was expected; he might bring tidyour eyes from me, or I shall think ings of the absent. And now while that there are tears in them !” Lionel, rejoining her, exerts all his Sophy's breast heaved, but her eyes eloquence to allay her anxiety and were averted still. Lionel rose gently, encourage her hopes, and while they and came to the other side of her thus, in that divinest stage of love, quiet form. “ Fie! there are tears, ere the tongue repeats what the and you would hide them from me. eyes have told, glide along-here in Ungrateful!"

sunlight by lingering flowers-there Sophy looked at him now with in shadow under mournful willows, candid, inexpressible, guileless affec- whose leaves are ever the latest to tion in those swimming eyes, and fall, let us explain by what links of said with touching sweetness,“ Un- circumstance Sophy became the great grateful! Should I not be so if I lady's guest, and Waife once more were gay and happy ?”

a homeless wanderer. And in self-reproach for not being


Comprising many needful explantions illustrative of wise saws ; as, for example, “He

that hath an ill name is half hanged.” “He that hath been bitten by a serpent is afraid of a rope." “He that looks for a star puts out his candles ;" and, “When God wills, all winds bring rain."

The reader has been already made provided only that it were not disaware how, by an impulse of woman- honest. The moment that she rehood and humanity, Arabella Crane vealed that design, Waife's trust in had been converted from a persecut- her was won. His own heart ening into a tutelary agent in the des- abled him to comprehend the effect tinies of Waife and Sophy. That produced upon a character otherwise revolution in her moral being dated unamiable and rugged, by the granfrom the evening on which she had deur of self-immolation and the sought the cripple’s retreat, to warn absorption of one devoted heroic him of Jasper's designs. We have thought. In the strength and bitterseen by what stratagem she had ness of passion which thus pledged made it appear that Waife and his her existence to redeem another's, grandchild had sailed beyond the he obtained the key to her vehement reach of molestation; with what and jealous nature ; saw why she liberality she had advanced the had been so cruel to the child of a money that freed Sophy from the rival ; why she had conceived commanager's claim; and how consider. passion for that child in proportion ately she had empowered her agent as the father's unnatural indifference to give the reference which secured had quenched the anger of her own to Waife the asylum in which we self-love ; and, above all, why, as the last beheld him. In a few stern idea of reclaiming and appropriating sentences she had acquainted Waife solely to herself the man who, for with her fearless inflexible resolve to good or for evil, had grown into the associate her fate henceforth with all-predominant object of her life, the life of his lawless son; and, by gained more and more the mastery rendering abortive all his evil pro- over her

mind, it expelled the lesser jects of plunder, to compel him at and the baser passions, and the old last to depend upon her for an mean revenge against an infant faded existence neither unsafe nor sordid, away before the light of that awakening conscience, which is often re- even in his settled industry he could kindled from ashes by the sparks of not conquer his vagrant tastes, but a single better and worthier thought. would weave his reeds or osiers as And, in the resolute design to reclaim he sauntered through solitudes of Jasper Losely, Arabella came at once turf or wood), became the docile, to à ground in common with his delighted pupil in the simple chintz father, with his child. Oh what, too, room which Lady Montfort had rewould the old man owe to her, what claimed from the desert of her surwould be his gratitude, his joy, if she rounding palace. Lady Montfort was not only guarded his spotless Sophy, not of a curious turn of mind ; probut saved from the bottomless abyss foundly indifferent even to the gossip his guilty son! Thus when Arabella of drawing-rooms, she had no rank. Crane had, nearly five years before, ling desire to know the secrets of sought Waife's discovered hiding- village hearthstones. Little acquaintplace, near the old blood-stained ed even with the great worldTower, mutual interests and sym- scarcely at all with any world below pathies had formed between them a that in which she had her being, bond of alliance not the less strong save as she approached humble because rather tacitly acknowledged sorrows by delicate charity—the conthan openly expressed. Arabella had trast between Waife's calling and his written to Waife from the Continent, conversation roused in her no vigilant for the first half-year pretty often, suspicions. A man of some educaand somewhat sanguinely, as to the tion, and born in a rank that touched chance of Losely's ultimate reforma- upon the order of gentlemen, but of tion. Then the intervals of silence no practical or professional culturebecame gradually more prolonged, with whimsical tastes—with roving, and the letters more brief. But eccentric habits-had, in the course still, whether from the wish not un- of life, picked up much harmless necessarily to pain the old man, or, wisdom, but, perhaps from want of as would be more natural to her worldly prudence, failed of fortune. character, which, even in its best as- Contented with an obscure retreat pects, was not gentle, from a proud and a humble livelihood, he might dislike to confess failure, she said yet naturally be loth to confide to nothing of the evil courses which others the painful history of a descent Jasper had renewed. Evidently she in life. He might have relations in was always near him. Evidently, a higher sphere, whom the confesby some ineans or another, his life, sion would shame; he might be furtive and dark, was ever under the silent in the manly pride which glare of her watchful eyes.

shrinks from alms and pity and a Meanwhile, Sophy had been pre- tale of fall. Nay, grant the worstsented to Caroline Montfort. As grant that Waife had suffered in Waife had so fondly anticipated, the repute as well as fortune-grant that lone childless lady had taken with his character had been tarnished by kindness and interest to the fair some plausible circumstantial evimotherless child. Left to herself dences which he could not explain often for months together in the away to the satisfaction of friends or grand forlorn house, Caroline soon the acquittal of a short-sighted world found an object to her pensive —had there not been, were there not walks in the basket-maker's cottage. always, many innocent men similarly Sophy's

charming face and charming afflicted? And who could hear Waife ways stole more and more into affec- talk, or look on his arch smile, and tions which were denied all nourish- not feel that he was innocent ? So, ment at home. She entered into at least, thought Caroline Montfort. Waife's desire to improve, by educa- Naturally ; for if, in her essentially tion, so exquisite à nature ; and, womanlike character, there was one familiarity growing by degrees, Sophy all-pervading and all-predominant was at length coaxed up to the great attribute, it was Pity. If Fate had house; and during the hours which placed her under circumstances fitted Waife devoted to his rambles (for to ripen into genial development all her exquisite forces of soul, her true tnde. But Sophy! Sophy consent post in this life would have been to leave her grandfather afar and that of the SoOTHER. What a child aged in his solitary cottage ! Little to some grief-worn father! What a did either of them know Sophy, with wife to some toiling, aspiring, sensi- her soft heart and determined soul, tive man of genius! What a mother if they supposed such egotism posto some suffering child! It seemed sible in her. Waife insisted—Waife . as if it were necessary to her to have was angry-Waife was authoritative something to compassionate and -Waife was imploring—Waife was foster. She was sad when there was pathetic-all in vain! But to close no one to comfort; but her smile every argument, the girl went boldly was like a sunbeam from Eden when to Lady Montfort, and said, “If I it chanced on sorrow it could left him, his heart would breakbrighten away. Out of this very never ask it.” Lady Montfort kissed sympathy came her faults-faults of Sophy tenderly as mother ever kissed reasoning and judgment. Prudent a child for some sweet loving trait in her own chilling path through of a voble nature, and said simply, what the world calls temptations, “But he shall not be left-he shall because so ineffably pure-because, come too.” to Fashion's light tempters, her very


She offered Waife rooms in her thought was as closed, as

Twickenham house-she wished to

collect books-he should be librarian. “Under the glassy, cool, translucent The old man shivered and refused wave,”

-refused firmly. He had made a was the ear of Sabrina to the com- vow not to be a guest in any house. rades of Comus,-yet place before Finally, the matter was comproher some gentle scheme that seemed mised; Waife would remove to the fraught with a blessing for others, neighbourhood of Twickenham; there and straightway her fancy embraced hire a cottage; there ply his art ; it, prudence faded-she saw not the and Sophy, living with him, should obstacles, weighed not the chances spend a part of each day with Lady against it. Charity to her did not Montfort as now. come alone, but with its sister twins, So it was resolved. Waife conHope and Faith.

sented to occupy a small house on Thus, benignly for the old man and the verge of the grounds belonging the fair child, years rolled on till to the jointure villa, on the condition Lord Montfort's sudden death, and of paying rent for it. And George his widow was called upon to ex- Morley insisted on the privilege of change Montfort Court (which passed preparing that house for his old to the new heir) for the distant joint- teacher’s reception, leaving it simple ure House of Twickenham. By this and rustic to outward appearance, time she had grown so attached to but fitting its pleasant chambers Sophy, and Sophy so gratefully fond with all that his knowledge of the of her, that she proposed to Waife old man's tastes and habits sugto take his sweet grandchild as her gested for comfort or humble luxury; permanent companion, complete her à room for Sophy, hung with the education, and assure her future. prettiest paper, all butterflies and This had been the old man's cherished Howers, commanding a view of the day-dream; but he had not contem- river. Waife, despite his proud plated its realisation until he bim- scruples, could not refuse such gifts self were in the grave. He turned from a man whose fortune and career pale, he staggered, when the pro- had been secured by his artful lessons. posal which would separate him from Indeed, he had already permitted his grandchild was first brought George to assist, though not largely, before him. But he recovered ere his own efforts to repay the 2100 Lady Montfort could be aware of the advanced by Mrs Crane. The years acuteness of the pang she inflicted, he had devoted to a craft which his and accepted the generous offer with ingenuity made lucrative, had just warm protestations of joy and grati- enabled the basket-maker, with his pupil's aid, to clear off that debt by to pass by innocuous. For once-a instalments. He had the satisfaction year or so before he left-an incident of thinking that it was his industry had occurred which alarmed him at which had replaced the sum to which the time, but led to no annoying his grandchild owed her release from results. The banks of the great sheet the execrable Rugge.

of water in Montfort Park were Lady Montfort's departure (which occasionally made the scene of rural preceded Waife's by some weeks) was pic-nics by the families of neighbourmore mourned by the poor in her ing farmers or tradesmen. One day immediate neighbourhood than by Waife, while carelessly fashioning his the wealthier families who composed baskets on his favourite spot, was what a province calls its society; recognised by a party on the opposite and the gloom which that event cast margin to whom he himself had paid over the little village round the no attention. He was told the next kingly mansion, was increased when day by the landlady of the village Waife and his grandchild left. inn, the main chimney of which he

For the last three years, em- had undertaken to cure of smoking, boldened by Lady Montfort's protec- that a "lady" in the pic-nic symtion, and the conviction that he was posium of the day before had asked no longer pursued or spied, the old many questions about him and his man had relaxed his earlier reserved grandchild, and had seemed pleased and secluded habits. Constitution- to hear they were both so comfortally sociable, he had made acquaint- ably settled. The "lady” had been ance with his humbler neighbours ; accompanied by another“lady,” and lounged by their cottage palings in by two or three young gentlemen. his rambles down the lanes ; diverted They had arrived in a “buss,” which their children with Sir Isaac's tricks, they had hired for the occasion. or regaled them with nuts and apples They had come from Humberston from his little orchard; given to the the day after those famous races more diligent labourers many a valu- which annually filled Humberston able hint how to eke out the daily with strangers -- the time of year wage with garden produce, or bees, in which Rugge's grand theatrical or poultry ; doctored farmers' cows; exhibition delighted that ancient and even won the heart of the stud town. From the description of the groom by a mysterious sedative ball, two ladies, Waife suspected that they which had reduced to serene docility belonged to Rugge's company. But a highly nervous and hitherto un- they had not claimed Waife as a cimanageable four-year-old. Sophy devant comrade; they had not spoken had been no less popular. No one of Sophy as the Phenomenon or the grudged her the favour of Lady Fugitive. No molestation followed Montfort-no one wondered at it. this event; and, after all, the ReThey were loved and honoured. Per- morseless Baron had no longer any haps the happiest years Waife had claim to the Persecuted Bandit or to known since his young wife left the Juliet Araminta. earth, were passed in the hamlet But the ex-comedian is gone from which he fancied her shade haunted; the osiers—the hamlet. He is in his for was it not there—there, in that new retreat by the lordly river.cottage-there, in sight of those green within an hour of the smoke and osiers, that her first modest virgin roar of tumultuous London. He tries replies to his letters of love and hope to look cheerful and happy, but his had soothed his confinement and repose is troubled – his heart is animated him—till then little fond anxious. Ever since Sophy, on his of sedentary toils—to the very in- account, refused the offer which dustry which, learned in sport, now would have transferred her, not for gave subsistence, and secured a home. a few daily hours, but for habitual To that home persecution had not life, from a basket-maker's roof to all come-gossip had not pryed into its the elegancies and refinements of a calm seclusion—even chance, when sphere in which, if freed from him, threatening disclosure, had seemed her charms and virtues might win

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