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when his old friend Harry was in the neigh- tained the most remote suspicion that such a bourhood.”

story could be told of his brother, remained His old friend !” said Margaret to her- unconscious of the meaning of the words self, while a rush of indignation deepened which reached his ear in a dull and confused the colour which the brisk wind had brought into her cheeks. "I


I must bear Archy was thinking of other thingsit,” she added, mentally, as Archy followed dreaming his own life over again into the past. the man into his cottage. Here a scene of It seemed to him that the miserable interior confusion and discomfort presented itself, of the cottage, which he had once known so which reminded the visitor forcibly, by con- neat and cosy, was not more changed than trast, of the time when the neat-handed his own life was changed. He called back Nelly presided there; and he asked the fisher- the image of his brother; he heard again man with lively interest about his niece- his joyous laugh; and as he dwelt again when she left him, how long she had been upon bygone scenes of boyish enterprise and married, and many other questions, from the harmless gaiety, tears of actual weakness, nature of which it was easy to discover that as well as sorrow, gathered in his eyes : he, at least, remained in total ignorance of for it seemed to him as little likely that he what was reported to be the real state of the in his own feelings and character, should be

restored to what he had been, as for the reThis ignorance was accounted for by volting aspect of the fisherman's home to be Archy's illness and long confinement to the exchanged for the look of rest and comfort house. “But she knows better," thought which he and his brother had so often found the fisherman, and, with a knowing wink to there. Margaret every now and then, he carried on " And the man himself,” Arehy said to the conversation, not certainly saying in so Margaret-when at length they had turned many words that Nelly was married to Harry away from his door, and were walking home Dunlop; yet, by winks and smiles and many _“I don't think the man is what he used to expressive gestures, he so managed as to be." make this piece of information reach the ear “He was always disagreeable," observed which he most wanted it to reach, and that Margaret, “except just at the moment when in a very intelligible manner.

he helped you up the cliff.” Margaret understood the man's meaning “And yet Harry used to like him, I perfectly; but a spirit of resistance made think,” said Archy. " At least he aften her keep saying to herself, "I don't believe

came to his cottage, and went out with him a word of it;" at the same time that she in his boat. I used to tell him sometimes maintained a guarded silence. Perhaps it that I thought it must be the pretty nieve was a little haughtily maintained, for the that made the place so attractive. Certainly man seemed piqued into saying more than it looks


different now that she is gone." was necessary; and what he did say was Margaret had been many times that mornaccompanied by an air of triumph which ing on the point of uttering an impatient rendered the interview altogether more irri- exclamation, as one does under the inflictim tating to Margaret than she knew how to of sudden and unexpected pain. This time bear. To act on the defensive, however, is she was so nearly thrown off her guard as to less difficult when we see that an ill-natured turn sharply to Archy with the very words attack is intended : and Margaret being of indignation on her lips. But she had not assured of this, maintained a calm demeanour schooled herself in vain. Again she was to the end. What the man said, and his silent, and still she kept her faith. triumph in saying it, was intended for her. The summer months passed on with the All his winks and nods and disgusting quiet people at Eastwick, outwardly marked smiles were behind Archy's back; while he by nothing so much as an unusual absence who had never heard the story, nor enter- of sunshine and calm weather, but with now

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and then a day of remarkable brilliance and wind lay directly against the coast, there beauty; while in Margaret's inner life there could be no shelter from the cliff. Suddenly was something like the same alternation, she recollected that Peggy Rushton's cottage with the same proportion of shadow and was situated on a height almost immediately gloom, against which she bore up with a above her, and she knew that by vigorous bravery peculiar perhaps to healthy and effort that might be reached in a scramble vigorous natures such as hers.

Not to

up a rugged path of only a few minutes. believe anything on the evidence of a bad She instantly decided to seek shelter there ; man, was the defence she continually made and it was well that she did so, for the rain against such reports as reached her to the fell in torrents, while the wind increased to disadvantage of her friend Harry Dunlop ; a perfect hurricane, such as seldom had been and if she could only ward off this trouble, known, even on that stormy coast. others might the more easily be endured. Storms of every kind were occasions of Besides which, some of her other troubles great excitement to the occupant of that were now beginning to diminish. Archy solitary cottage ; and Margaret found the was improving in health, and with renewed old woman rushing wildly backwards and strength of body there came a healthier tone forwards, with her hair streaming in the of mind-healthier and happier too—with wind; now shivering by her own fire; and occasional gleams of hope which lighted up then climbing up to her point of observation, his sweet countenance, as the landscape and in the vain attempt to see what vessels were the sea were lighted up by fitful gleams of on the sea, or, as she often fancied, to catch sunshine passing over the scene.

the first glimpse of her son cast upon the The fishing season at the little town of shore. Often and often had her dim eyes Eastwick was always a time of lively interest, perceived something which she construed especially this year, when the season was into the figure of a man lying half-drowned ushered in by winds and storms which among the rocks and seaweed; and there threatened danger as well as loss to many were times when she had actually gone poor families in the place and neighbour- down to the beach herself, after a storm, hood. James Halliday boasted that he was believing that she should find the body of better off than the others, for he had nobody her son, perhaps half covered by the drift to care for him, so it mattered little whether which the tide had left. he weathered the storms or not. His old Few people had so much patience as craft, he said, would not stand much more Margaret with this poor demented creature. beating about. And whether he meant him- But on this occasion even Margaret could self or his boat, every one who knew him scarcely speak otherwise than sharply when was aware that old age and long exposure to remonstrating with her against the absurdity hardships of the severest kind, were telling of standing out in the splashing rain, while upon his once sturdy frame, perhaps more the violence of the tempest was such as to than he would have been willing to allow, prevent any object being distinctly seen. had the same things been said of him by Margaret herself was engaged in drying others which he often said himself.

her wet clothes by the fire, and before this It happened on one of these cloudy and was entirely completed, she had the satistempestuous days towards the end of Sep- faction of seeing a sudden break in the blacktember, that Margaret, in one of her long ness overhead, which, although but momenwalks by the sea, was overtaken by a sudden tary, and followed immediately by darkness downfall of sharp heavy rain, which made deeper than before, afforded hope that the her look eagerly around for shelter. In rain might be abating, even though the wind doing so, she perceived by the blackness of was, if possible, more furious than before. the clouds which came sweeping on, that it Another gleam of light soon followed the

, was not merely a shower, but a tempest, first, and then the rain fell more gently, which was bursting upon her; and, as the until it almost entirely ceased. Margaret,

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who always felt a kind of invigoration in intentness at one particular spot below, she watching a rough sea, went out to the point clasped her hands together, and shrieking, of observation herself. It was not a recent “ He is there at last!” rushed past her disturbance which raised the billows moun- astonished companion, and flew to the spot tains high. The storm which came on sud- where a rugged and now perilous path lei denly had been raging all night, and, as the down to the shore. wind bad changed at the same instant to the For some minutes Margaret remained quarter from whence it was now blowing, looking earnestly down upon the sands ta there was but too much reason to fear that ascertain whether there was really anything it might have caught some vessel lying near to occasion this commotion in poor Peggy's the coast, and especially some of the fishing wandering mind. The tide was now receding, boats as they were returning home.

and each wave, as it went back, left bare : Anxieties of this kind spread rapidly long stretch of sand, while the next brought amongst those who are eyewitnesses of a with it occasionally some scattered fragcommon danger, and are shared by many ments of what looked like a recent wreck. who have nothing of their own at stake. Amongst these, and lying a considerable Margaret had been a feeling participator way up amongst the weeds and fragments. in this pervading interest. She knew per- left by the tide at its height, there was sonally many of the wives and children of something so much like the figure of a man, the fishermen, and it was not without a large either dead, or it might be dying, that Marshare in their anxieties that she now strained garet determined to go herself down to the her sight across the heaving mass of waters, beach, and if this shipwrecked sailor, as she and along the narrow strip of shore, to see supposed him to be, was past help, she if any trace or symptom of human life or might at least render some assistance to the human death was ringled with the awful poor woman whose descent by the only

available path must be dangerous in the Near to the point of cliff which formed extreme. Margaret had no fear for herself: the northern boundary of the curve of shore she was young and agile; but how the now which they overlooked, Margaret half fancied aged and en feebled woman was to find footshe could distinguish some object like a boat ing in her wild unsettled state of mind, it struggling with the breakers; but she uttered was difficult to imagine. no exclamation, nor in any way communi- The rain had now entirely ceased, but the cated her apprehensions to her companion, wind was scarcely less violent, and dark fearing to add to the excitement by which angry-looking clouds. were flying across the she was agitated. Soon, however, the sky, filling the whole space at times with woman's eye was caught by the same object, portentous gloom, at other times parting and with a wild shriek, she began to waver for a moment so as to allow a gleam of sunher signal in the wind.

shine to light up the troubled scene, making Margaret felt sure that at one time she the deep hollow of the dark curving billows had seen a man in the boat, but now when more visible, and their foamy crests almost it appeared again, after having been ap- luminously white. parently swallowed up by the waves, the But Margaret was not now in circumboat was empty, and it soon became evident stances to stop and contemplate the scene. that it was tossing on the billows without The rocky path was so slippery with the any human hand to guide its movements. rain, and the wind so fitful and violent, that But she still looked on in silence, while the she began to apprehend some serious danger woman gesticulated with strange cries and to Peggy Rushton, as well as to the sailor movements, all which added to the terrible who might have been struggling in that wildness of the scene. At length after a lonely boat against the storm. While these sudden pause, almost awful in its silence, apprehensions filled her mind, and urged during which the woman stared with fixed

her onward, she was at length relieved by


seeing the old woman far below her on the the sweeping waves.

She must go

herselfsands, running at her wildest speed in the there was no alternative, and when she was direction of the object which had awakened once gone, the woman perhaps would rouse this more than wonted excitement.

herself. When Margaret approached the spot, she Acting promptly on the conviction that became still more sure that the figure of a the best thing she could do was to obtain man was lying amongst the black weeds on assistance from those who were more adapted the sand; and with a sensation of horror, for such service than herself, Margaret hassuch as she had never experienced before, tened along the shore towards the nearest she stooped to examine the features, and to opening where James Halliday's own cottage ascertain if any spark of life remained, so stood; and here she was fortunate enough as to render any effort on his behalf availing. to meet with some fishermen, and others Her first impulse was always to render help; connected with their calling-some having and occupied with these thoughts, she did come to look after their own craft--some to not at first observe the terrible reaction inquire about James Halliday, who had

which had taken place with poor Peggy been known to put out to sea the day 72 Rushton, who had been the first to recognize before, and might, as they justly supposed,

the features of the man as those of James have been caught by the sudden squall Halliday.

which had caused other disasters along the It was evident that this last disappoint- coast. ment was too much for the exhausted powers Feeling that the occasion was not one in of the poor woman, and when Margaret which she could be of much farther usecalled to her, with a hasty cry, that the man not at any rate of so much as the agency was not dead, she neither rose from the she might put in action, Margaret told these ground where she had sunk in an attitude men her story; and seeing them set out in of complete despair, nor evinced the slightest considerable force towards the spot which interest in what Margaret said. She had she described, she returned home, but not thought the shipwrecked man was her son, without some serious questionings in her and to find him even dead on his native own mind by the way as to whether, if the shore would have satisfied the long craving man had been any other than James Halliof her soul.

day, she should have left him there. In vain did Margaret call to her for help. The answer of her conscience was satisfacShe could make no impression; the woman tory, even admitting a strong feeling of reremained heedless, and apparently insensible pulsion from this quarter; for it told her either to entreaties or commands. One of that the efforts of a girl like herself would them must run to the nearest house. Mar- be more likely to hinder than to help under garet looked eagerly along the shore, and such circumstances, and that if anything then up the long ridge of cliff, but could see could be done by her in the way of real no living form. The tide was ebbing, and service, it must be in the after-hours of the

some hours the man would be safe from man's life, if he should survive this accident.

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turies ago.

HO wants to see how the world can an “ecclesiastical metal-worker" in front, and

change its face? Let him wander a darkling gin-shop in the rear,
for an hour around Covent Garden, What an advance in civilization from the

through Russell Street, down Drury time when Drury House stood on this very Lane and Wych Street to St. Clement Danes ; spot, and afforded repose to the gentle con. and try as he saunters to verify descriptions of templative poet and divine ! Is this what that neighbourhood written by those who people call progress ? and must this human knew it as it was a little more than two cen- | process of wilderness-making go on? Then

the mischief must work out its own correction. One can never forget his first pilgrimage So it has been, and so it will be again. By through those streets and lanes. Deeply | overdoing, men undo; and overgrown cities, reverent towards hallowed memories, ready to like other monster sins, have the sentence of pay homage to any lingering relic of those death within themselves. In due time the leafy shades where genius, learning, and devo- soil is rid of oppression, nature again recovers tion once found a retreat, willing to catch her balance, and the land enjoys her Sabbath. inspiration from the faintest trace of a sacred There I stood with my eyes fixed on that footprint, the pilgrim's soul found itself be. Olympic Theatre, trying my fancy at the wildered and nauseated by turns, as the fact work of restoration, till I fairly fell into a was realized that the scene of verdant fresh- condition approaching somewhat to that of an ness, comfortable ease, and calm retirement, ancient Buddhist in the Samadhi state of medi. which he had always imagined as belonging tation or abstraction; a mist and confusion to Drury House, had passed away just as some came over the objects of the outer sense; and happy dream melts before the breath of a foul out of that mist, by and by, the scenes of a spirit, leaving the vacancy to be quickly filled former time became apparent to the mind’s with murky, squalid, and unwholesome crea- eye, showing themselves in mysterious light, tions. What a change had come over that like visions in a magic mirror. Drury Lane which was once the approach to There was the green lane which came from Drury House! Now, on both sides of the St. Giles's-in-the-Fields down to the Strand on dingy, greasy, noisy street, above and below the river bank; and still further to the left the dark-looking old theatre, there were the was the enclosure of Covent Garden, the restrangest associations and the most grotesque mains of the old Convent pleasure-ground, groupings. Here, was a butcher's shop, with with its mingling cottages and trees: and St. indescribable arrangements of stale bits and Martin's Lane, offering an embowered way up scraps, and next door an exhibition of equally towards the hills of Hampstead and Highgate

, digestible varieties of old iron. There, was a and bordered by open fields, with pleasant shaving shop, with its old songs and question pathways, enticing ramblers to open-air plea. able pictures. Now, a grocer's; now, a shoe- sures. Then, the nearer garden beauties of shop; and now, a druggist's or quack-medicine Bedford House; and nearer still, the pleasant stall. Then came groups of filthy women, sheltering wood around Drury House, whose and grimy children regaling themselves in picturesque gables are seen peeping from their the gutter; while costermongers are bawl. leafy cover. Peace to thy memory, kind Sir ing, and cat's meat and old clothes and dry Robert Drury! Thy house was thrown open fish are mingling their fumes. One queer old the poor afflicted scholar and his wife, when bookstall there was, and beyond, around the they escaped at last from their " hospital at corner, a tobacco shop stood next door to a Mitcham;" and in thee the suffering John and coffin maker's, as if to account for those like- Anne found “such a friend as sympathized nesses to death's heads which haunt the streets with him and her in all their joys and sorrows." with stenchy pipes between their jaws. Near John and Anne Donne at this period began the coffin maker's was the "Royal Olympic to rise above the clouds of trial; and now, Theatre,” pent between the dim storehouse of Anne's stern father melted, and added bis



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