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well as peer. But then we have an elegant, refined | material substances? Of the wet blanket and coldand highly educated homæopathist and hydropath-water cure very little need be said. We have no ist, the one with his infinitesimal doses of phos. doubt that actual cures, somewhat like magic, did and sulph. sub., and the other with his wet blanket, really take place in the first German establishment and jug of cold water. The only difference between of Graafenbergh. Because, to the keen mountain air them and the old quack is, that the latter is ever of this establishment sundry men and women flocka self-acknowledged rogue and impostor, whereas ed from the Epicurean sties of England, where, our modern quacks are, at least in some cases, after feeding on all manner of luxurious fare, until sincere and conscientious,--they believe the ma- they could gorge no more, they then fed for an gic wonders which they sing.” Now, this in some equal time on the drugs of the apothecary, till aspects, forms a material difference. The imposi- gout, dyspepsia, rheumatism, palsy, and all the ills tions of the quack, however injurious to individuals, which sinful flesh is heir to, had taken possession did no harm to science, and were only a temporary of their bones-no wonder that on such, pure air, injury to the community; but the real delusions of exercise, regular hours, simple diet, and, above all, men of science tell upon their own age, and even temperance, should work miracles. But now that on those which follow. Were it not that truth is similar establishments have been transferred to this omnipotent, the self-delusions of the teacher would country—though calculated to be excellent lazar be infinitely more mischievous than any errors of houses for the infatuated, we doubt much whethe taught; but happily truth is like cork, it ther their fame will survive a year or two of nowill ultimately ascend to the surface, and become velty. manifest as the day. Who would have believed, When in history we read of the South Sea scheme, when, about twelve years ago, the wild fancies we are apt to think that the nation then must of a silly dreaming German were first made known have had a temporary fit of insanity. The bubbles in this country, more for amusement than any of wealth blown into the air, and dazzling men's thing else, that now every town and district almost eyes,-its castle-building,--the high hopes excited, should have two or three of its homeopathic phy

and then the crash and fall,—the ruin and misery sicians, its laboratories, its written treatises, and its of thousands—all appear as some tale of a Bedlam periodicals. As hundreds of silly women and still -some page from a New Moon Periodical, such as more silly men are in the daily practice of swallow- now issue from our modern Asylums: but we ing the draughts of these homeopathics, we con

can match all this in the present day,--the same clude it is almost needless to explain what they are delusion has been dazzling the eyes of the multicomposed of. It may suffice to state, that what me- tude for the last twelve months,-the same wild dicines they use are given in infinitesimal doses. speculations,—the same visionary schemes, and, no Thus, instead of exhibiting the usual dose of any me-doubt, the same ravages are at hand to parallel dicine, which may consist of an ounce, or some other

those recorded in the history of the past. The minor division of one, the homeopathist will pre- gambling hells of Paris and London were held up scribe one grain in several dilutions of water, the to notice a few years ago as the pestilent destroyers strength of the first being 100 parts of water to of all that is sober, and rational, and moral, in the one of medicine, the second to 10,000, the third to human mind; but what difference is there whether one million. In this way some of their most di- we toss the dice and scramble for the guineas of the luted draughts would contain one grain of medicine gaming-house, or scramble for the scrip of the dissolved in a quantity of water equal to that com- railway, or other speculative bubble of the day? posing Loch Lomond ! Now, Phos., which we If we take higher ground, we shall find that believe means phosphorus, is one of their common delusion there also is by no means uncommon, remedies, as also Sulph. sulphur, with some of the While, in sacred things, the general tendency common medicinal drugs.

of the age seems to be a forward movement, Will any rational being believe that one-tenth, yet, strange to say, we here find also a retroor one-ten-thousandth of any such mixture will grade course. Some, in the track of their opinprove of any service, when it is a notorious fact, ions, like crabs, crawl backwards, and, like those that every day we dine on fish, or oysters, or crabs, creatures, afraid of the light, seek again the old we devour many hundred grains of phosphorus and worn-out caves of error and superstition. Such contained in those substances, and that we cannot conduct appears like the dotage of the intellect. take a glass of the purest spring water without But we shall leave theologians, and come to the swallowing many grains of salts, such as they pre- philosophers. scribe. Would any hungry man be satisfied with In our mental vagaries, we can match the sects one grain of ox-tail in his pint of soup, or one drop and schools of every ancient period. There is of brandy in his glass of toddy? Would a maltster nothing new under the sun-not even in psychomask his tun with one barleycorn of malt; or a dyer logy. While we have philosophers, who would his vat with a single pinch of logwood. Is medi- make mind supreme and universal, even to the excine then (if medicine be worth any thing at all ?) | tinction of matter, we have, on the other hand, to obey laws different from those common to all materialists who make every thing of matter,

and what they are pleased to term its general laws, to entrust the whole mind of a nation to raw, selfto the utter exclusion of mind. The dogmas of taught, and too often self-sufficient, and mindZoroaster, Pythagoras, and Brahma are revived in perverted professors. But here the people were the pantheism of the Germans, while the doctrines not so much to blame ; it was their rulers. The of the Epicureans find ready imitators and follow- governments of the day had too much to do to ers in the whole fry of materialists.

manage finance, and to keep fast their tottering No surer delusion, calculated to destroy all feel- power, and they left the people to educate and ings of individual and personal identity and respon

Christianise themselves. We need not be sursibility, could be devised than that of the pan- prised, then, that with a little learning, and that theists, who hold that every thing, and every little often of a very equivocal kind, the soundanimated being in the universe, is but the idea and est results in philosophy should not have been expansion of the one entire and sole existing Deity; arrived at; but, on the contrary, that along with while nothing can tend to more grovelling and truth, the wildest and most shallow speculations self-sufficient notions, than that matter works out should be set afloat among the multitude, and that every thing for itself, according to certain great many of this multitude should prefer devouring the general, but, of course, very vague and indefinite garbage to the neglect and even despising of real laws. The ideal or spiritual theory cannot be said and substantial knowledge. We can only account to have taken root in our soil yet; but it flourishes in this way for the singular anomaly of the present among our Saxon brethren, every new year bring- day, that certain recent works containing a refracing its new system of philosophy among those in- ciamento of theexploded and utterly repudiated veterate speculatists. Materialism has long since opinions of some philosophers of the last century, crossed the Channel, and has taken firm hold in should be eagerly devoured by the science-seeking our fertile soil. To the honour of British philoso- multitude. The speculations of Helvetius, Holphers, however, we are not arrived at that pitch, back, Volney, Hume, though clever pieces of diathat the élite of science should sit complacently blerie, only tended to amuse the leisure hours of a around the lecture table of a French sçavan, and few sçavans of their day, and had no real votaries hear him declare that “ all real science stands in except among a few crack-brained disciples. The radical and necessary opposition to all theology."* installation of the so-called natural organic law Thank God, the leading lights of British philosophy into a system of popular religion, was reserved for have ever yet maintained the supremacy of sacred

the illuminati of the present day. The developtruth, and it is to be hoped that there is still a ment theory of Lamarck, was not perhaps adopted phalanx able and anxious to tread in the footsteps by half a dozen of the men of science of the time. of a Bacon, Newton, or Locke. Materialism is It caught the illogical fancy of Darwin, in whose chiefly rife among our inferior fry of pseudo-phi- pages it makes a conspicuous figure, as well as in losophers. It has arisen partly from the mechani- those of a recent Dutchman, and Lord Monboddo cal and matter-of-fact character of the age, and made it ridiculous by applying it to his tailed partly as a necessary consequence of the late sudden monkey-men. It was left for some reputed Corand unsystematic diffusion of scientific information nish knight to resuscitate this fable, and for the among the mass of the people. For a century at present age to swallow it. Few things are more least, there had been a total neglect both of the in- curious, or more significant of the times, than that tellectual and religious education of a people in- it required several giants of science to crush this creasing in numbers at a very rapid rate. Arts, insignificant gnat; this poor, brainless, buzzing and commerce, and wealth, however, had mean- creature, that had flitted about sipping up the time been pursued with all the eagerness of a na- venom from every ichorous sore, and then pouring tive vigour and enterprise. Machinery and mecha- it out again a sweetened, but pestilent and counternical power became the one engrossing idea, and feit honey, to entice away the childlike tastes of the every thing seen and heard tended to draw the foolish multitude. How may the present public ideas of man more and more earthward. When blush, to think that edition after edition of such the flood of knowledge came at last, it came upon a thing was bolted and swallowed under the guise minds but ill prepared for it. Few persons beyond of philosophy !! middle life are capable of scientific training. It But it is the failing of this excited age to press must be begun in youth, and the mind early ac- heedlessly forward, and grasp and adopt every nocustomed to it, else the reverse of lucid trains of velty, however visionary. This is found to gratify thought will be engendered. Nor were the teach- the desires of the moment, more than rigid thought, ers of such knowledge always of the most select calm and solitary looking inward, and a repressing kind. If it requires long training, and from the and subduing of, rather than giving a loose rein to, earliest dawn of reason, to conceive rightly of scien- morbid feeling and erratic fancy. tific truths,-to teach them to others, demands even This is in fact the true childish impulse,-impaa more severe discipline. It was a dangerous thing tient of discipline, but full of boundless fancies of M. Comte, Cours de Philosophie Positive.

endless and unrestrained present enjoyment.

very much

THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. BY CHARLES DICKENS,

TO LORD JEFFREY, This little story is inscribed, with the affection and attachment of his friend, THE AUTHOR. At the close of a dark and cold December evening, "Goodness John, how you startle one! John Peerybingle the carrier arrived at home from his * It an't right for him to turn 'em up in that way!

said the astonished Carrier, ' is it? See how be 's winkdaily rounds. Having unyoked his cart filled with

ing with both of 'em at once! and look at his mouth! packages, and stabled his trusty old sleek horse, he en

why he's gasping like a gold and silver fish!' ters his cottage, and is met on the threshold by his little, * You don't deserve to be a father, you don't,' said young, pretty, and loving wife, Mrs Peerybingle, famili- Dot, with all the dignity of an experienced matron. arly called Dot. A pretty tolerable amount of pride she

But how should you know what little complaints seemed to have, when she was drawn gently to the

children are troubled with, John! You wouldn't so much

as know their names, you stupid fellow.' And when she cheerful glowing fireside by a sturdy figure of a man had turned the Baby over on her left arm, and had. much taller and much older than herself, who had to slapped its back as a restorative, she pinched her husstoop a long way down to kiss her. But she was worth band's ear, laughing. the trouble.

• No,' said John, pulling off his outer coat. 'It's very

true, Dot. I don't know much about it. I only know “Oh goodness, John !' said Mrs P., 'what a state

that I've been fighting pretty stiffy with the wind toyou 're in with the weather!'

night. It's been blowing north-east, straight into the "Why, you see, Dot,' John made answer slowly, as

cart, the whole way home.' le unrolled a shawl from about his throat; and warmed

* Poor old man, so it has! cried Mrs Peerybingle, h's hands; 'it--it an't exactly summer weather. So, no

instantly becoming very active. “Here! Take the prewonder.'

cious darling, Tilly, while I make myself of some use. * I wish you wouldn't call me Dot, John. I don't

Bless it, I could smother it with kissing it; I could! like it,' said Mrs Peerybingle: pouting in a way that

Hie then, good dog! Hie Boxer, boy! Only let me clearly showed she did like it

make the tea first, John; and then I 'll help you with “Why, what else are you?' returned John, looking

the parcels, like a busy bee. “How doth the little" down upon her with a smile, and giving her waist as --and all the rest of it, you know. John. Did you ever light a squeeze as his huge hand and arm could give.

learn “how doth the little," when you went to school * A dot and'-here he glanced at the Baby—'a dot and John?' carry-I won't say it, for fear I should spoil it; but I

• Not to quite know it,' John returned. “I was very was very near a joke. I don't know as ever I was near it once. But I should only have spoilt it, 1 dare nearer.'

say.' He was often near to something or other very clever, Ha, ha! laughed Dot. She had the blithest little by his own account: this lumbering, slow, honest John;

laugh you ever heard. What a dear old darling of a tliis John so heavy but so light of spirit; so rough upon dunce you are, John, to be sure!'" the surface, but so gentle at the core; so dull without,

The parcels are then sorted—tea, ham, and other so quick within; so stolid, but so good! Oh Mother Nature, give thy children the true Poetry of Heart that

dainties grace the board; the fire gleams; the kettle hid itself in this poor Carrier's breast—he was but a fumes and hisses; the cricket on the hearth chirps. Carrier by the way—and we can bear to have them

“Heyday!' said John, in his slow way. It's mertalking Prose, and leading lives of Prose; and bear to

rier than ever, to-night, I think.' bless Thee for their company!

And it's sure to bring us good fortune, John! It It was pleasant to see Dot, with her little figure, and always has done so. To have a Cricket on the Hearth, her Baby in her arms: a very doll of a Baby: glancing is the luckiest thing in all the world! with a coquettish thoughtfulness at the fire, and inclin- John looked at her as if he had very nearly got the ing her delicate little head just enough on one side to thought into his head, that she was ħis Cricket in chief, let it rest in an odd, half-natural, half-affeeted, wholly

and he quite agreed with her. But it was probably one nestling and agreeable manner, on the great rugged

of his narrow escapes, for he said nothing. figure of the Carrier. It was pleasant to see him, with • The first time I heard its cheerful little liote, John, his tender awkwardness, endeavouring to adapt his

was on that night when you brought me home—when rude support to her slight need, and make his burly

you brought me to my new home here; its little mismiddle-age a leaning staff not inappropriate to her

tress. Nearly a year ago. You recollect, John? blooming youth. It was pleasant to observe how Tilly

Oh yes. John remembered. I should think so! Slowboy, waiting in the background for the Baby, took

* Its chirp was such a welcome to me! It seemed so special cognizance (though in her earliest teens) of this

full of promise and encouragement. It seemed to say, grouping; and stood with her mouth and eyes wide open, you would be kind and gentle with me, and would not and her head thrust forward, taking it in as if it were

expect (I had a fear of that, John, then) to find an old air. Nor was it less agreeable to observe how John

head on the shoulders of your foolish little wife.' the Carrier, reference being made by Dot to the afore

John thoughtfully patted one of the shoulders, and said Baby, checked his hand when on the point of

then the head, as though he would have said No, No, touching the infant, as if he thought he might crack it;

he had had no such expectation; he had been quite conand bending down, surveyed it from a safe distance, tent to take them as they were. And really he had with a kind of puzzled pride: such as an amiable mas- reason. They were very comely. tiff might be supposed to show, if he found himself, one

• It spoke the truth, John, when it seemed to say so: Jay, the father of a young canary.

for you have ever been, I am sure, the best, the most An't he beautiful, John: Don't be look precious in considerate, the most affectionate of husbands to mę. his sleep?

This lias been a happy home, John ; and I love the • Very precious,' said John “Very much so. He

Cricket for its sake!'" generally is asleep, an't he?' • Lor Jolin! Good gracious no!'

After tea, John starts up, recollecting that an old deaf Oh,' said John, pondering. "I thought his eyes was gentleman whom he had picked up on the road, had been generally shut. Halloa!

| left asleep in the waggon and forgotten. He is awakened.

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sence.

and, as he appears a stranger, and unacquainted with close beside him, without his knowledge—in the turning the neighbourhood, at his own request he is admitted as

of the rack of his great misery, he lost all other sounds

and put her little stool at his feet. He only knew it, lodger for the night. There is something mysterious in

when he felt her hand upon his own, and saw her lookthis stranger. As he sits by the hearth, some look or

ing up into his face. expression raises strange emotions in the breast of the With wonder? No. It was his first impression, and carrier's young wife. John is somewhat roused and he was fain to look at her again, to set it right. No, not alarmed. A neighbour coming in, old Tackleton, a

with wonder. With an eager and enquiring look; but

not with wonder. At first it was alarmed and serious; shrewd, prying, suspicious animal, increases John's anx

then it changed into a strange, wild, dreadful smile of iety. They talk over various matters, but chiefly are recognition of his thoughts; then there was nothing but engaged in discussing the details of Tackleton's marriage her clasped hands on her brow, and her bent head, and with a young pretty girl, the bosom friend of Mrs Peery- falling hair. bingle, which ceremony is to take place in a couple of

Though the power of Omnipotence had been his to

wield at that moment, he had too much of its Diviner days, and for which the carrier had brought home in his

property of Mercy in his breast, to have turned one cart a marriage cake. Next day, a visit is paid to old feather's weight of it against her. But he could not Caleb Plummer, a toy-maker, a poor man who has an bear to see her crouching down upon the little seat only daughter, Bertha, who is blind. Here a pic-nic

where he had often looked on her, with love and pride, party assembles, the presiding genius of which is the

so innocent and gay; and when she rose and left him,

sobbing as she went, he felt it a relief to have the vacant kind, active, witty, little wife of the carrier. The mys

place beside him rather than her so long cherished preterious old stranger, however, intrudes himself here also;

This in itself was anguish keener than all; rehis entry is even detected by the sensitive blind Bertha, minding him how desolate he was become, and how the and affects her with unusual emotion. At last, when the

great bond of his life was rent asunder. party bas broken up, and all are preparing to go home,

The more he felt this, and the more he knew he

could have better borne to see her lying prematurely this same stranger, now suspected to be other than dead before him with their little child upon her breast, the old deaf man he pretends, is seen deeply and anx- the higher and the stronger rose his wrath against his iously engaged in a private conversation with Mrs Pee- enemy. He looked about him for a weapon. rybingle. The green-eyed monster of jealousy seizes

There was a Gun, hanging on the wall. He took it fast hold of the now unhappy carrier : he walks silently

down, and moved a pace or two towards the door of

the perfidious Stranger's room. He knew the Gun was and sullenly home at his horse's head, instead of joining loaded. Some shadowy idea that it was just to shoot his family in the cart. The Dutch clock in the corner this man like a Wild Beast, seized him; and dilated in struck ten when the carrier sat down by his fireside,

his mind until it grew into a monstrous demon in comsore troubled and grief-worn. If the little hay-maker

plete possession of him, casting out all milder thoughts that figured on this clock had been armed with the

and setting up its undivided empire.

That phrase is wrong. Not casting out his milder sharpest of scythes, and had cut at every stroke into the

thoughts, but artfully transforming them. Changing carrier's heart, he never could have gashed and wound- them into scourges to drive him on. Turning water ed it as Dot had done.

into blood, Love into bate, Gentleness into blind fero

city. Her image, sorrowing, humbled, but still plead“ It was a heart so full of love for her; so bound up ing to his tenderness and mercy with resistless power, and held together by innumerable threads of winning never left his mind; but staying there, it urged him to remembrance, spun from the daily working of her many the door; raised the weapon to his shoulder; fitted and qualities of endearment; it was a heart in which she had nerved his finger to the trigger; and cried · kill him! enshrined herself so gently and so closely; a heart so In his bed!' single and so earnest in its Truth: so strong in right, so He reversed the Gun to beat the stock upon the door; weak in wrong: that it could cherish neither passion nor he already held it lifted in the air; some indistinct derevenge at first, and had only room to hold the broken sign was in his thoughts of calling out to him to fly, for image of its Idol.

God's sake, by the windowBut slowly, slowly; as the Carrier sat brooding on his When, suddenly, the struggling fire illumined the hearth, now cold and dark; other and fiercer thoughts whole chimney with a glow of light; and the Cricket on began to rise within him, as an angry wind comes rising the hearth began to chirp! in the night. The Stranger was beneath his outraged No sound he could have heard; no human voice, not roof. Three steps would take him to his chamber door. even her's; could so have moved and softened him. One blow would beat it in. “You might do Murder The artless words in which she had told him of her love before you know it,' Tackleton had said. How could it for this same cricket, were once more freshly spoken; be Murder, if he gave the Villain time to grapple with her trembling, earnest manner at the moment, was him hand to hand! He was the younger man.

again before him; her pleasant voice-oh what a voice It was an ill-timed thought, bad for the dark mood of it was, for making household music at the fireside of an his mind. It was an angry thought, goading him to honest man!-thrilled through and through his better some avenging act, that should change the cheerful house nature, and awoke it into life and action. into a haunted place which lonely travellers would dread He recoiled from the door, like a man walking in his to pass by night; and where the timid would see shadows sleep, awakened from a frightful dream; and put the struggling in the ruined windows when the moon was gun aside. Clasping his hands before his face, he then dim, and hear wild noises in the stormy weather.

sat down again beside the fire, and found relief in tears. He was the younger man! Yes, yes; some lover who The cricket on the hearth came out into the room, had won the heart that he had never touched. Some and stood in a fairy shape before him. lover of her early choice: of whom she had thought and • I love it,' said the fairy voice, repeating what he dreamed: for whom she had pined and pined: when he well remembered, for the many times I have heard it, had fancied her so happy by his side. Oh agony to and the many thoughts its harmless music has given me.' think of it!

She said so!' cried the Carrier. “True!' She had been above stairs with the Baby, getting it * This has been a happy home, John; and I love the to bed. As he sat brooding on the hearth, she came cricket for its sake!'

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ner.

It has been, Heaven knows,' returned the Carrier. ence, enough to make them go and drown themselves "She made it happy, always-until now.'

immediately if they were her admirers—and they must "So gracefully sweet tempered; so domestic, joyful, have been so, more or less; they couldn't help it. And busy, and light-hearted!' said the voice.

yet indifference was not her character. Oh no! For "Otherwise I never could have loved her as I did, presently, there came a certain Carrier to the door; and returned the Carrier.

bless her what a welcome she bestowed upon him! The Voice, correcting him, said " do.'

Again the staring figures turned upon him all at The Carrier repeated "as I did. But not firmly. once, and seemed to say, ' Is this the wife who has forHis faltering tongue resisted his control, and would saken you! speak in its own way, for itself and him.

A shadow fell upon the mirror or the picture; call it The Figure, in an attitude of invocation, raised its what you will. A great shadow of the Stranger, as he hand and said:

first stood undernath their roof; covering its surface, Upon your own hearth’-

and blotting out all other objects. But the nimble “The hearth she has hlighted,' interposed the ('arrier.' fairies worked like Bees to clear it off again ; and Dot

« The hearth she has--how ofien:--blessed and again was there. Still bright and beautiful. brightened,' said the ('richet; "the hearth which, but Roching her little Baby in its cradle ; singing to it for her, were only a few stones and bricks and rusty softly; and resting her head upon a shoulder which had bars, but which has been, through her, the Altar of your its counterpart in the musing figure by which the Fairy Home; on which you have nightly sacrificed some petty Cricket stood. passion, selfishness, or care, and offered up the homage The night--I mean the real night: not going by Fairy of a tranquil mind, a trusting nature, and an overflow- clocks--was wearing now; and in this stage of the Caring heart; so that the smoke from this poor chimney has rier's thoughts, the moon burst out, and shone brightly gone upward with a better fragrance than the richest in the sky. Perhaps some calm and quiet light had incense that is burnt before the richest shrines in all the risca al-o, in his mind; and ho could think more soberly gaudy Teinples of this World!--'pon your own bearth; of what had happened. in its quiet sanctuary; surround - by its gentle influen- Although the shadow of the Stranger fell at intervals ces and associations; hear her! Hear me! Hear every upon the glass--always distinct, and hig, and thoroughly thing that speaks the language of your hearth and detined-it never fell so darkly as at first. Whenever home!'

it appeared, the Fairies uttered a general cry of conster* And pleads for her?' enquired the Carrier.

nation, and plied their little arms and legs, with inconAll things that speak the language of your hearth ceivable activity, to rub it out. And whenever they got and home, must plead for her!' returned the Cricket. at Dot again, and showed her to him once more, bright . For they speak the truth.'

and beautiful, they cheered in the most inspiring manAnd while the Carrier, with his head upon his hands, continued to sit meditating in his chair, the Presence They never showed her, otherwise than beautiful and stood beside lim; su questing his reflections by its power, bright, for they were Household Spirits to whom Falseand presenting them before him, as in a Glass or Pic- hood is annihilation; and being so, what Dot was there ture. It was not a solitary Presence. From the hearth- for them, but the one active, beaming, pleasant little stone, from the chimney; from the clock, the pipe, the creature who had been the light and sun of the Carrier's kettle, and the cradle; from the floor, the walls, the ceil- Home! ing, and the stairs; from the cart without, and the cup- The Fairies were prodigiously excited when they board within, and the household implements; from every showed her, with the Baby, gossiping among a knot of thing and every place with which she had ever been sage old matrons, and affecting to be wondrous old and familiar, and with which she had ever entwined one re- matronly herself, and leaning in a staid, demure old way collection of herself in her unhappy husband's mind; upon her husband's arm, attempting--she! such a bud Fairies came trooping forth. Not to stand beside him of a little woman-to convey the idea of having abjured as the Cricket did, but to busy and bestir themselves. the vanities of the world in general, and of being the To do all honour to her image. To pall him by the sort of person to whom it was no novelty at all to be a skirts, and point to it when it appeared. To cluster mother; yet in the same breaths, they showed her laughround it, and embrace it, and strew flowers for it to ing at the Carrier for being awkward, and pulling up tread on. To try to crown its fair head with their tiny his shirt-collar to make him smart, and mincing merrily Lands. To show that they were fond of it and loved it; about that very room to teach him how to dance. and that there was not one ugly, wicked, or accusatory They turned, and stared immensely at him when they creature to claim knowledge of it-none but their play- showed her with the Blind Girl; for though she carried ful and approving selves.

cheerfulness and animation with her, wheresoever she His thoughts were constant to her image. It was went, she bore those influences into Caleb Plummer's always there.

home, heaped up and running over. The Blind Girl's She sat plying her needle, before the fire, and singing love for her, and trust in her, and gratitude to her; her to herself. Such a blithe, thriving, steady little Dot! own good busy way of setting Bertha’s thanks aside : The fairy figures turned upon him all at once, by one her dexterous little arts for fiiling up each moment of consent, with one prodigious concentrated stare ; and the visit in doing something useful to the house, and seemed to say, ' Is this the light swife you are mourning really working hard while feigning to make holiday; her for!

bountiful provision of those standing delicacies, the Veal There were sounds of gaiety outside: musical instru- and Ham-Pie and the bottles of Beer; her radiant little ments, and noisy tongues, and laughter. A crowd of face arriving at the door, and taking leave; the wonderyoung merry-makers came pouring in ; among whom ful expression in her whole self, from her neat foot to were May Fielding and a score of pretty girls. Dot the crown of her head, of being a part of the establishwas the fairest of them all; as young as any of them too. ment--a something necessary to it, which it couldn't be They came to summon her to join their party. It was without; all this the Fairies revelled in, and loved her a dance. If ever little foot were made for dancing, hers for. And once again, they looked upon him all at once, was, surely. But she laughed, and shook her head, and appealingly, and seemed to say, while some among them pointed to her cookery on the fire, and her table ready nestled in her dress and fondled her, ' Is this the Wife spread : with an exulting defiance that rendered her who has betrayed your confidence!' more charming than she was before. And so she mer- More than once, or twice, or thrice, in the long rily dismissed them: nodding to her would-be partners, thoughtful night, they showed her to him sitting on her one by one, as they passed out, with a comical indiffer- favourite seat, with her bent head, her hands clasped on

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