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miserable people had bestowed upon him. Trotter visited, and they received his last at different times unknown to one another sigh. He had nothing else to give them, Costly gifts from the old Graspalls, which as it turned out; for he had sunk the whole it must have made their hearts ache to of his property in a Life Annuity. purchase; a walking-stick with a gold han.. Our Spare Room was now once more in dle from the elder son; a snuff-box from our hands, and began to invite our dear the younger ;
a Wordsworth elegantly friends from the country like an Inn Signbound (a pig would have been better board at an election-timę. Then Mivins pleased with a pearl) from one of the and I determined upon a line of defence young ladies; and even a box of pills, that should be impregnable; we came to u with a pious hope that they would do the conclusion to let Lodgings to Single dearest uncle good,'' from the very small. Gentlemen. This was inconvenient--but ost Graspall.
so, probably, is the shell of the tortoise; What I disliked most in the old gentle- it was undignified—but so is digging a man was his chuckling over these 'pres- rifle-pit in the presence of an enemy; it ents, and turning into ridicule their unfor. had, however, the advantage of insuring tunate donors; but besides his behavior in safety. It was a conclusive reply to all this respect, Uncle Trotter was quite un persons inviting themselves to No. 1, Vanbearable. In the first place, his habits deleur Terrace, that "circumstances over were so unpleasant that, rather than liave which we had no control" (and I never him live with us, I would have preferred wrote a' truer sentence) had compelled that Cousin Dick's terrier should have oc- us to let our Spare Room." Then I took cupied our Spare Room for a permanency, counsel with my old friend, Mrs. Brown, of and even brought up. there that family of the Edgeware Road-Lucy Gill as was puppies of whose arrival I was in agonized when I was Martha Trivet-who, being in expectation throughout her stay. Then reduced.circumstances, had commenced the trouble he gave us was something in the “Furnished Apartment” business two credible; the Spare Room bell was always or Gree years ago, and after several misringing, and meals being eaten there at all adventures, pertaining, I suppose, to all hours except those at which the rest of the commencements, was succeeding in it to a household were accustomed to take them. marvel. Success was not so much our ola He smoked unceasingly, 100, and upon one ject as security; we wanted a lodger, not occasion threatened to light bis pipe with as a means of livelihood, but simply as a the fly.catcher, because lucifers were garrison. There was therefore very litile brought to him for that purpose in place doubt that we should be easily suited. of wax-lights. An Angel in the House, as “But don't take very young gentlemen,” a life-boarder, would, I believe, be unplea- said Mrs. Brown, "for such are often in gant to any married woman like myself; hiding from their relatives, and their relaspinsters may and do tolerate volunteer tives 'sometimes refuse to settle their bills companions under the same roof, but with upon their restoration to the domestic cirus it is different-home is not home unless, cle; and don't take very old gentlemen, sur for some portion of the year at least, we they sometimes decease in the house, and enjoy it; Darby-and-Joan fashion, with our there is a difficulty in getting the parish to husbands. Moreover, as I bave hinted, bury them." Uncle I'rotter was not an angel, but rather This advice seemed rather hard in Lucy the reverse. He left us, summarily, after|(whom I remember all heart, or nearly so); a domestic fracas, the news of which de- but it was sound, so far as it went, and lighted all the family—both those who had founded upon practical experience. lodged and boarded him, and those who So we took the first middle-aged gentlehoped to lodge and board him. He re-man- 2-Mr. Adolphus Conroy-who, rang moved from our roof to that of the Lim- the front door bell with an eye to onr pets, who had long been looking out for Spare Room. The apartment pleased him, that happy chance. They were even so the terms pleased him, my offer to cater fortunatė as to be the last whom Uncle for him pleased him; and, in short, he ex
pressed himself-and in very appropriate, Conroy as a “ fellow !'' but a hard life terms—as satisfied with everything. After makes one use hard words, I suppose : Uncle Trotter, almost any inmate would poor Lucy! have made a reasonable impression ; but "No," returned ); "I have not. But Mr. Conroy was really a pattern lodger. then he says that little sums are so embarHe was a little "high" in his manner to rassing, and that he would rather settle at me; but, then, how could he know that I the month's end." was not dependent upon his custom, like “Did he say that?" cried Mrs. Brown, other landladies? "Doubtless, thought I, he in a state of great exoitemer.t. “0, the regards me as a harpy who will burn his wreich! O, the base deceiver! Does coals and drink his tea, and lay the de- he speak with a lisp, this Mr. Conroy?' crease of his butcher's meat to the account does he call little sums little thumbs? Pray of the cat-so I was patient with his super. tell me, for I'm all in a twitter." cilious ways. He was really very nice. “Well," said I, “ I'm sure I can't tell looking; he had, I must say, an aristocratic how you guessed it, Lucy; but certainly air about him very different from Mivins-- he has that peculiarity. Many persons of who, however, is worth all the aristocrats good condition hạve it, you know." in the world ; his luggage was of great "I'll condition bim!” cried Lucy. "TH bulk, and very heavy; altogether, he was let him know that he sha'n't rob my helpa sort of lodger. one couldn't well Irelpless babes with impunity! That very looking up to His mode of life was all man- I'm sure it's he-lodged with me that could be desired. At about eleven A. just when I set up business ir, the letting line. W., he left the house, attired in the first His name was Somers then; but he had style of fashion, and returned at seven to that same excuse about settling at the his dinner; after which he would smoke month's end. Jemima Anne, go and fetch a couple of pipes, and then retire for the a policeman.” night. He never made a complaint of any The child thus addressed was about to sort, nor any observation upon the weekly start off delighted on this errand, but I set bills, save one that they were ridiculously my back against the door. cheap. - Really, Mrs. Mivins," observed "Lucy Brown,” exclaimed I," this shall he, at the end of the second week, “ I can. not be. You may be all wrong from first not think how you manage; I couldn't to last. Now, the way to find out for cerkeep myself upon twice the money. You tain will be this: do you and Mr. Brown must really give me your receipt for such come and take tea with us this very even. economy.” But he never asked me for my ing, and then you shall look through the receipt for his account, because he never keyhole of our Spare Room, and see paid it. That was the one drawback with whether our lodger is the same as your
Mr. respect to my otherwise model lodger; he Somers.” never offered to pay one sixpence either “Which if he is,, I'll baste him," obfor board or lodging. Being of a sensitive served Lucv, taking up a hearth-brugh, and disposition, and unaccustomed to my new looking more formidable than I should calling, I did not like to press for a settle-ever bave given ber credia for. ment; but after the third week had passed I had never believed any of those stories without my receiving any remuneration about Mrs. Brown's complete subjugation for a good deal of trouble and some con- of her husband until then. He' was oncs siderable expenses—for gin-punch with a sergeant-major in the army, and stands lemon was what he took of an evening, six feet three in his slocking-feet; still the and lemons are dear-I thought I'd go and power of a woman's eye is, I believe, alsee niy professional adviser, Mrs. Brown. most inconceivable—although it was never
"What!" says she, when I had confided necessary for me to use it with Mivins, to her my little difficulty, "you haven't Well, they caine-these two-to Vanseen the color of this fellow's money for deleur Terrace; and before we sat down three weeks ?"
to tea, what do you think? I observed Fancy her speaking of Mr. Adolphus that there was something odd about Mrs.
Brown's dress, although crinoline does to do in our house; and he's reading the hide most things-she actually had thatj same volume of Byron's poems. I'll Don hearth brush stuck through her pocket! Juan him." The law wouldn't right her, she said, so With these words, she threw open the she was determined to right herself with door, and marched into our Spare Room, the strong hand, in case my lodger was like a general taking possession. the man she anticipated. The sergeant
“And how do you do, Mr. Somers, alias major was to stand in the passage, and see Mr. Adolphus Conroy, alias a number of that he made no resistance. I thought other fine names, I do not doubt? My this a most dreadful proposition, and in-'umble duiy to you, my perfect gentle. sisted upon no such thing taking place in my heuse ; but Mivins, I am sorry to say,
And she dropped her courtesy to him opposed me point blank. He even sug gested that I, who had been wronged also with the most cutting. courtesy you can by this gentleman, should assist Mrs.
imagine. Brown, while he himself assisted the ser
I could not help coming a little way geant major in overawing the foe. I won-down the stairs to look at him. I never der what Aunt Bertha would have said saw any man so frightened in my life, had she heard him make such a proposal.! Miving, under the idea of burglars, was How earnestly I hoped that my lodger quite a Julius Cæsar compared with him. would not come in that evening-would His eye wandered irresolutely from the never come back at all; or, better still, hearth-brush to the sergeant major, and lit that he would turn out to be the Mr. Adol- upon me at last with really quite a pitiful phus Conroy which his manners and ap- expression. pearance had always led me to expect “Oh, Mrs. Mivins," said 'he, “I never the personal description which Mrs. Brown meant you any harm. Do pray protect had given of Mrs. Somers tallying so ac- me." curately with his own, however, that this 6. Oh, no harm at all,” exclaimed my last hope was very faint indeed.
husband, presenting. our little account, At 6.45, as usual, the unsuspecting man
carefully made up to the latest dates- no
harm at all, if you will settle that."! came home, and we could scarcely pre
“And this,” added Mrs. Brown, drop vent the avenging female on the first floor from descending upon him forth with, when ing another courtesy, and drawing forth a
document of a similar nature. she recognized his voice and step. The sergeant major, however, represented to
“1 have not got one single farthing," her how much sweeter her revenge would observed Mr. Adolphus Conroy, with desbe if she waited till he had his slippers on,
peration. and his pipe alight, and he had made him
I draw a veil over what followed ; inself, as he fondly imagined, comfortable
deed, I was so upset that I became enfor the evening; so poor Mr. Adolphus
tirely unconscious. When I recovered, Conroy dined in peace. At 8 P. M., the
the sentinels were still at their post; Mrs. sergeant major and my husband softly de Brown's color was rather heightened-her scended into the passage, and stood the hearth brush was broken in two-my un. one on one side, the other on the other of fortunate lodger was sitting on the carpet our spare room door. I remained on the of our Spare Room in a supplicatory attistairs, with my heart going pit-a-pat, I can
tude. promise you, and wishing what was com
“If you will only spare me, my dear ing was well over. The intrepid Lucy Mrs. Brown,” cried he, “I have an uncle stooped down, and looked through the
in town, who will repay you all, and keyhole.
more." “It's Somers,” observed she, in a voice "I daresay you have,” replied she contrembling with anticipated triumph ; "it's temptuously. You have an uncle in every the very man himself. He's got the hortid street.”. feet upon the mantel-shelf, just as he used “Yes, but this a regular one, this is,'
* urged he;."and 'he's very fond of his ne. That fall, when Memory softly leads me phew, I do assure you."
back " Then he must have a very peculiar Into the sunshine of the bygone years. taste," quoth the sergeant major, sententiously.
Waiting, darling, with a firm, uawav'ring "He will pay you all ten times over,"
faith, cried the poor wretch, rubbing his back.
That never falters, tho' the path be dim, * I don't ask you to lose sight of me. Come But trusting God and thee unto the end, with me to his house; Mrs. Brown, if you
Casts all the Future, with its cares, or will not trust me."
Him. " Trust you!" exclaimed that lady, with the loftiest scorn. Nevertheless, since there was offered
[From the Champion.] this scintilla of hope, she put on her bonnet, and accompanied her victims into the THE PILGRIMAGE OF POETS TO street, notwithstanding tlie sergeant major's THE STREAM OF CASTALY. remonstrances. In about five minutes she returned alone; Mr. Somers, alias Conroy. “Who now shall give unto me words and had called a cab in the next street, and
sound escaped from the avenger.
Equal unto this haughty enterprise ?" " He got on the box," said she, “or I
SPENSER, B. 2 c. 10. would have gone with him wherever he went. However, he's had something to I am one of those unfortunate youths 10 remember me by, at least."
whom the muse has glanced a sparkling When we came to examine the bulky of her light-one of those wbo pant for and ponderous baggage, it turned out to distinction, but have not within them that be brick bats. All thåt he had left of per- immortal power which alone can comsonal property in our Spare Room-he mand it. There are many—some, sir, may having taken away all his fine clothes by be known to you—who feel keenly and degrees and unobserved-was a false cra- earnestly the eloquence of mind and heart vat, called, I believe, a "Dundreary," and in others, but who cannot, from some ina a little box full of ingenious instruments bility or unobtrusiveness, clearly express for forcing locks.
their own thoughts and feelings: whose The misfortune has put us rather out of lives are but long and silent dreams of roheart in respect to single gentlemen lodg- mantic pleasure and poetic wonderment
Can any one tell us what is to be –who almost adore the matchless fancies done with our Spare Room?
of genuine bards and love them as interpreters and guardians of those visionary delights which are the perpetual inmates of
their bosoms. I love the poets: I live in WAITING!
the light of their fancies. It is my best
delight to wander forth on summer evenBY W. GORDON · A'CABR.
ings, when the air is fresh and clear, and Waiting, darling, while the. sad years wear the leaves of the trees are making musie away,
with it, and the birds are busy with their And plough still deeper furrows in my wings, fluttering themselves to rest; and a brow,
brook is murmuring alor.g almost inaudiMy youth's aurora faded into Gray,
bly, and the sun is going quietly down-jt A torrent roaring 'twixt the Then and is at this time delicious to muse over the Now.
works of our best bards. Some time last
year, I had roamed in an evening like to Waiting, darling, with my brave young one of those I have spoken of; and, after angel, Hope,
dwelling on the fairy beauties of Spenser, Who stoops to brush away the blinding and from thence påssing to the poets of
my own" time, and comparing the latter
with some that had gone before, I cast, heard the sound of approaching feet, and myself on a romantic bank by a brook a confused mingling of voices; the Spirit side. The silence around me---save the touched me into invisibility, and then home returning bee with its “drowsy softly faded into sunny air herself. hum," and the moaning sound of distant cattle, and the low, sullen gurgding of wa advancing confusedly to the stream. I
In a little time I saw a motley crowd ters-lulled me into a sleep. The light of
soon perceived hat they were each promy thoughts gilded my dream-my vision was a proof of mental existence when the tion of the immortal waters. They all
vided with vessels to bear away some porbodily sense had passed away.
paused at a little distance from the spot Methought--(this, I believe, is the established language of dreams)--methoughted singly and slowly from the throng and
which I was reclining; and then each walk. I was walking idly along a romantic vale, which was surrounded with majestic and dipped his vessel in the blue wild wave of rugged mountains; a small stream straig-manner and words of the most interesiing
Castaly. I will endeavor to describe the gled through it, and its waves seemed the
of our living poets on this most interesting brightest chrystal I had ever witnessed.
occasion. The air about the spot seemed I sat me down on its margin, which was
brighter with their presence, and the rorky and beautiful-(so far my vision
waves danced along with a livelier dewas copied directly frora life). As I 'mused, a female figure rose like a silvery winds in wild rapture on one of the
light. Pegasus might be seen coursing the mist from the waters, and advanced, with
neighboring mountains, and sounds of a countenance full of light, and a form of
glad and viewless wings were heard at inliving air--her garments floated round her
tervals in the air, as if "troops of spirits like waves, and her hair basked on her
were revelling over head and rejoicing shoulders
at the scene." "Like sunny beams on alabaster rocks." And first, methought, a lonely and mel
ancholy figure slowly moved forth and siThere was a touch of immortality in her
lently filled a Grecian urn. I knew by eyes-and, indeed, her visage altogether was animated with a more than earthly turbulent plunge with which the vessel
the look of nobility, and the hurried and glory. She approached me with smiles,
was dashed into the stream, that the and teid me she was the guardian of the
owner was Lord Byron. He shed some stream that flowed near, and that the
tears while gazing on the water, and they stream itself was the true Castalian, which
seemed to make it purer and fairer. He 80 many "rave of, though they know it
declared that he would keep the urn by not." I turned with fresh delight to gazebim, untouched, " for some years;" but he on the water; its music sounded heaverly had scarcely spoken, ere he had sprinkled * 10 merI fancied that there was a pleasant forth some careless drops on the earth. dactylie motion in its waves.
The Spirit He suddenly retreated. said, that from the love I bore to her favo. rite, Spenser, she would permit me to see
Then there advanced a polite person(myself unseen,) the annual procession of age, very oddly rlad; he had a breastliving bards to fetch water from the stream plate on, and over that a Scotch plaid; on that day. I looked her my thanks as and, strange to say, with these-silk stockwell as I was able. She likewise in- ings and dress shoes-this gentleman formed me, that it was customary for each brought an old helmet for his vessel. I
His poet, as he received his portion, to say in guessed him to be Walter Scott. what manner he intended to use i. The helmet did not hold enough for a very .voice of the Spirit was such as fancy deep draught, but the water it contained has heard in some wild and lovely spot took a pleasant sparkle from the warlike among the hills or lakes of this world at metal which shone through its shallowtwilight time. I felt my soul full of music ness. He said he had disposed of his porwhile listening to it, and held my breath tion on advantageous terms. in very excess of delight. Suddenly I Next came Thomas Moore. You might