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made and so world-wise, that you turing, all my tutoring, fits me best will care no more about the old sim- for soldiership. 'Tis thus I must see ple pleasures; and even poor simple and learn life, if at all. Besides, the Rose will have to become fashion- Squire has set his heart on it. He able and modish, and learn to do the thinks it the proper sphere for a fine lady."
Grenfell. At one time there was a “Out upon you, little mocker ; you thought of my being an attaché to know my love for home and home some embassy ; but he has a strange scenes, that 'tis the strongest thing prejudice, some way, against our dipin my heart, perhaps next to love of fomatist ancestor, who was, I believe, thee and the dear old people, and is the most noted man among us. So mixed up with it too; for there's not that was given up, and the army a glade, or a walk, or a tree that is fixed on. The cavalry, too, was a not knit with some memory; and I point with him. He clings to the shall come back at all the old holi- old idea of the Eques and the Cavaday times, when we used to ramble lier, and thinks a gentleman should in the woods, or stroll by the brook, only fight on horseback, though our and always at the Christmas-tide, the foot men have done such noble work old hearty, pleasant time. And say of late.” not you will be alone, Rose ; there “ But there may be war, Gerald, will be many loving hearts around, and you will be in those terrible batall looking to you for comfort and tles, and we shall have to watch and joy now. The Squire, let him_say pray for you, and tremble at every what he will, will mope when I go, post and every despatch, and wait and the mother will pine, and you with agony and dread for the list of must cheer them with your smiles, killed and wounded, like the poor your laugh, and your happiness; and lady in the village, whose husband then there is your father-remember was away in the late wars. Oh, 'tis what is hanging over him, and how horrible to think of !” he looks at all times of trial and dis- “There is no chance of such thing, tress to his light on the hearth.”” I fear, Rose ; for our old foes, the
There was a tear drop in her eye; French, are quiet enough, and their but her bosom swelled at the same great man is safely locked up in Elba; time, as woman's ever does at the so I shall have to listen only to tales thought of a duty, and in it she saw of hero deeds and wonderful advena mission and a consolation.
tures. I must confess, however, “But, dear Gerald, where are you though you and your mother would going, and what to do?”
call it naughtiness of heart, that I "Oh, to some terrible distance, should like to see a foughten fieldand to do some terrible work. Í to stand in the stern strife between shall go as far--ay, as far, perhaps, man and man. I think that the as to the cavalry barracks in London manhood and man- knowledge the or Dublin, and shall see some dread- Squire talks so much of, would come fully severe work in Hyde Park or upon me at once, as a nature and an the Phoenix."
inspiration. But enough of this, “You will not be a soldier, Gerald sweet one ; look up-let me see the -no, not a soldier ?” said Rose, with bright face." a little palpitation, though perhaps And she did look up ; and he there was a lurking pride in her pressed the red lips, the fair foreheart at the lover's choice of a voca- head, and pressed the soft form closer tion.
and closer to him; and then there “Not a soldier, Rose! Then, what were those soft gentle murmurings, should I be? I should shine at the whisperings, and wooings, as uninþar, I think-be sure to become a telligible and meaningless as the coolord chancellor, or be very eminent ings of doves or the soughing of as an M.D.; or what say you to my winds to those without; but to those donning the Geneva gown, reading who utter, and those who hear, they homilies, taking the family living, have the eloquence and joy of a life. and looking forward to a bishopric And so the shades of eve crept in the far future? No; all my nur- softly on, and the brook rippled, and the breeze sighed, and the nightin- yes ; after long, long years, I feel gale began its song, and young hearts that. held their commune ; and so one As I left, Quamino waylaid me, stage passed, and another was to be and, drawing me mysteriously aside, entered on. The boy and girl were said man and woman — the playfellows “You go to Barbadoes, massa. lovers. Around them love threw a You do Quamino a favour. You ask bright light; before them— before all for me old Mammy-old Mammy -stood trial and suspense.
Quamino. She lib on Massa John's So we passed on into life, - Gerald place. She berry ole now. You gib to his Hussar regiment, 'I to the her dis little money. Me know she Temple and the law. Rose passed buy rum wid him ; but neber mind. like a sunbeam betwixt her home And you tell her me berry well and and Penhaddoc, doing the mission of berry fat, and dat Domingo dead, the loving heart-shedding in turn a and Pepperpot live and frisky; and light on each hearth.
--after a pause, as if struggling beTime went on, and we all met twixt the tie of caste and the love of again, about three months before the his master, he jerked out_“You ask period named by the cousin for the her bout Massa John's moder's pedifinal answer to his proposal. Great gree. You ask dat; she know all. events (ay, they were both great Him call me damned nigger. Hi !events to us, though the one loomed p'haps more nigger dan dis here. larger and vaster than the other) had Him trike my shins. Hi !—me find called us together. The war-the war hole in him blanket p'haps. Hi ! of the Hundred Days—had broken You ask dat.” out, and Gerald was going forth to And with this mysterious message the battle-field. I, too, had my mis- he disappeared. sion. Trevenna, hopeless of getting Good-night! 'Twas a sad goodthe necessary information otherwise, night this time for poor Rose. In had resolved on sending out an agent the little chamber, by the little to Barbadoes, to make all and every white-curtained bed, she sat sobbing, inquiry and investigation into the or knelt praying, or rose and looked nature of the tie which bound him; forth on the old hawthorn tree; and and I volunteered to go also. I had then she knelt, and sobbed, and come to say farewell ; so had Gerald. prayed, and looked again, on through How differently was it said and the long dreary watches of the night. heard ! Around him were shed tears And for long days and nights yet to and sobs, and blessings and prayers : come, she would so watch, and think, a few cold wishes, coldly kind fare- and pray. No mother was near her wells, sped me forth ; and yet I was now; but the guardian presencesgoing forth for others. The mission did they not then fold closely round of goodwill often passes thus un- the fair young head, and breathe a known and unhailed, whilst that of spirit-comfort into that young mournself or glory is cheered and hurrahed. ing heart? Yet it bears its compensation. Yes,
The scene is changed. We are in avenues of cocoa-palms, stately and the West Indies—in Barbadoes. The sombre, to the planters' houses, and hot tropic sun is shining ; dark faces there, day by day, we make our inare grinning at us, and harsh voices quiries and carry on our investigaclash on our ears ; and we pass over tion, never getting nearer the end, hot dust and sand; through rows of though often led by delusions and shingle houses, hot and dingy-looking, stories. Much we see and hear of with old crones at the door-steps, or the two plantations. We see in one sable piccaninnies twisting and pivot- order-plenty-well-fed slaves, merry ing in the little scooped holes in and light-hearted; in the other waste, which they are planted ; on through negligence, scowling faces, and dull brooding hearts. But of the one said, more composedly;"me Mammy thing we wanted we could learn Quamino." nothing; all the papers we had I then told her of her son, gave access to all the transfers and bills his message, and her dull eyes lighted of sale up to a certain time—up to a little; gave her the gold, and they the drawing of the contract-were shone. all in the joint name of the brothers, “So de boy berry well-eh? and and all seemed to include the slaves him with Massa Roger still. Ah, as part and parcel of the property. Massa Roger berry, good man-a To the lawyer mind of my com- leetle bad when him hab dat woman, panion, it seemed beyond a doubt, but him good heart—him good heart that if the property were given up for nigger. Oh, dat noting, saar," so must the slaves be; but it struck she answered to my glance, as the him as quite possible that the com- moans came more frequently, from pact might not include any wealth within ;. “oh, dat noting, only me which was afterwards accumulated granchild; Missey hab him flog dis or saved. This, however, would be evening. She always flog-look at a small comfort, a partial result of him.” She pushed the door open as our labours, if the great aim were she spoke, and there lay a boy, almost missed the great object defeated. a child, with his back bleeding, So, however, it seemed ; and we were writhing and turning in a little heap preparing to return, depressed and of leaves. disheartened at our failure-I at Quamino's hint about the pedigree having done nought for those I loved; now flashed across me.“ By Missey he at being baffled in his professional you mean young Trevenna's mother. research. A few days before the Your son told me to ask you about ship in which we had taken our pas- her pedigree.” sage was to sail, I bethought me of “What dat you say ?” she shrieked Quamino's message and trust, and out, her eyes glaring, and her whole set forth one sultry evening in search frame stiffening; what dat you of his mammy. After much trouble, say? my son want me to tell de and many wondering queries what pedigree. No, me nebber do dat-me Massa could want of ole Mammy feel de honour of de house - me Quamino, I came on a lone shingle. suckle Missey at dis breast-me no hut in a corner of the plantation ; an tell-nebber-nebber.” At that mooverhanging bank and a neighbour- ment the moans within became aling palm-tree threw a half shade over most yells. She trembled and shook, it, but it was a bare, dreary, comfort and looked and gabbered at me until less spot. Some half gourds lay on I thought her senses had gone; and the ground, and at the door, half at last, clutching me close to her, lying, half crouching, was an old, hissed 'in my ear—“Yes, me tell ; very old negro woman; her skinný p'haps Massă Roger want to know; arms were stretched out, and her me tell. Missey's moder, she slave; head-bald, save for little stray knobs de master marry her, but nebber sign or patches of grey hair-was laid de paper ; she nebber free, she slave; between them. She was muttering Missey slave – her son slave - all to herself, and listening to moans slave. Yes, Missey slave--all slave!” which came at times from within, and thus she continued, rocking to and then her hands and her voice and fro, moaning and muttering to would be lifted as if in cursing. herself. Nothing more would she It was some time ere I ventured to say, and, in fact, seemed scarcely senmake my presence known. At last I sible of aught, so I left, and on said, "Is this Mammy Quamino's joining my companion, told him my house ?"
story. He caught at the clue as a “Ah, who want me ?—who talk bloodhound catches up the lost scent, of Mammy Quamino ?” she almost and ran on slowly, but perseveringly shrieked out, as she started and sat and untiringly. "He ransacked all bolt upright, showing a face ghastly 'the records of manumission, searched with age, want, and passion.®“ You well into all records and archives, but want to speak me, saar?" she then nowhere could he find evidence or trace that the mother of the woman will meet them with this; and when whom the elder John Trevenna mar- the contract is shown, ask for the ried, had ever been made free. She paper of manumission-the proof that had lived with her master, and had he is by law free-born. We must not been brought up by him, educated, and tell this to Trevenna, or his conscience had been made free, it was thoughtwill boggle at it; we must bide the yet nowhere could proof of this be time, and bring 'in our blow at the found, and there seemed reason to right moment. think that the old negro woman We sailed homewards; and the spoke the truth. Thus, John Tre- good tidings I was bringing buoyed venna, born of a slave, would have up my heart, and I felt within the no rights, no claims, no inheritance. joy and satisfaction of achievement.
“We have them now," said Steele I had not gone forth for naught. the lawyer, rubbing his hands ; "we
Ve were in England—in the great and poor single individual hearts city of Liverpool. Absorbed with could not be heard or felt. my own projects, my own mission, I It is the fate of some
men to had forgotten that other interests achieve their successes at times, were agitating the world—that great when some great interest, some great events
were swaying men to and fro event, overshadows and overpowers with fears and doubts and hopes. all private effort or private feelingMy own triumph, my own success, when the individual is overlooked or were all-engrossing, and I was there- forgotten in the mass. So was it with fore somewhat startled-nettled, per- me now. I was bearing within me haps—that all minds, all thoughts a knowledge which would perhaps seemed preoccupied
and engaged. The make a few hearts happy-would streets, the quays, were all alive with gladden one small circle of humanmoving masses--all excited and agi- ity – and here came tidings which tated with some great news. În spoke to the souls of millions, which every face there was exultation—in bore joy from town to town, from every voice a tone of triumph and re- homestead to homestead, and which joicing. The joy-bells rang the same here and there tolled knells deep and note-bonfires blazed—bands took mournful, and everywhere roused up the sound of jubilee. Men seemed deep utterances of thanksgivings. mad almost with the frenzy of tri- What was I? what was my misumph—the air vibrated with it. The sion? what could they be amid all word Victory swelled from mouth this ? Nought, nought, as the bubble to mouth, flashed from eye to eye, by the bank when the full tide flows and ran like an electric touch from on, as the straw which is caught and heart to heart. Women caught it eddied along when an inundation is up, passed it onwards—though here swelling and sweeping over a land. and there was a pale cheek and tear- So we went on and on homewards. ful eye, and a boding heart, awaiting Everywhere the highways were to hear the death-roll read; children thronged, the streets crowded with shouted it out, and ran about the eager multitudes, all eager, all anxvast crowd, dancing, and re-echoing ious for tales from the battle-field. the news they heard." What news ?” Heads were thrust from windows“Why, where have you come from? men came forth in their shirtsNews ? Why, Bony has been beaten coachmen and guards were beset, -well beaten by our Duke!” The torn with questions which their news of the great victory at Water- meagre information could little saloo had come, and was vibrating tisfy. All they knew was that it throughout the nation, sweeping was a glorious victory. On we came along all hearts - one full tide of to Dunbrook ; familiars were triumph. was rejoicing, around me, familia
ear. Yet none seemed to notice or voices anticipated my news; and how heed me, or know where I had gone, smiles, and prayers, and thanks or why I came. Even those most givings followed my utterance when interested, did little more than wel. I read Gerald's name among the come me. Not a voice said, How have slightly wounded! The colour came you sped ? So was it in the old room back into Rose's cheeks, and the at Penhaddoc. There was Rose, pale, brightness into her eye; but there pensive, trembling; the Squire try- was ever a tremulous motion of her ing to bear a brave part, but show. lips, which told that she was praying ing the nervous touch of lip and eye; out her thanks ; and the mothers the mothers fluttered and tearful, were sunk in silent thanksgiving; the fearful list had not yet come, and and the Squire stood up firm and none knew whether Gerald was strong again, affecting to treat the among the living or the dead. I danger as a pleasantry, though there was of no use, then-no use there; was a moisture in the eye which so forth again I started to get the belied him. much longed-for intelligence, and I And the life of this one man was brought it ; and then how my coming more, more to all, than the many was heralded and welcomed; how steps whose interests my mission concame forth to meet me, and eager
The day was come—the day ap- with his uncle and cousins ere he pointed for the final decision, and we began. were all at Trevenna's house awaiting Now, then, uncle, by seeing all the cousin. Gerald had come, had your friends here, and the lawyer come with despatches, and was sit- there, I suppose you are made up ting by Rose's side. As he had said, for a fight, so the sooner we begin the one great fight had stamped the the better. Now, then, you know impress of manhood firmly and inde- my terms,—the management of the libly on him, and he observed to me, estate now, or I secure it and the too, "Why, old fellow, you look so niggers for ever, by selling the remuch older and wiser ;" and perhaps version ; and I have already put in it was so. Events ripen men more my protest against the manumission than time, and the strength of an of a single nigger till this thing is acted resolve was reflecting itself in decided. There's the bond, lawyer ; form and face. Rose was all radiant, you can make the most of that.” all beaming, and could do nought The keen eye fell over it with apsave look into her lover's face, or parent calmness, but with earnest stroke the scar which the Squire attent. Quickly, yet surely, it scanswore the jackanapes had given him- ned every word, and digested every self to look interesting, though he term. acknowledged in an under-tone that “ We acknowledge this," he said, he believed the Grenfell blood had slowly and coolly. "My friend and never produced a finer fellow, and client will not dispute it; it bears his that he had certainly grown a man, name, and he will abide by it. of whom the old ancestry need not "Twould seem, too, that the slaves be ashained. There was a swing of are included in the property and the the gate, and the cousin came up the agreement. We may perhaps degarden path, swaggering and flaunt- fend your claim to a right in the ing, and looking defiant. He was after-profits; but, first of all, as a rather dazzled at seeing the assem- form, you know, we must demand blage and the number of calm, un- proof of your being the rightful legal moved faces ; but conscious of the heir of John Trevenna, and request power he held, his native assurance to see the ticket of manumission soon returned, and he had scarcely granted to your mother's mother, as exchanged the ordinary courtesies she, we know from evidence, was a