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Philoc. But that idea is no offspring upon the material world as the expresof science, Philalethes.

sion and symbol of the spiritual, as Philal. Not the idea, but the sym- mere idle dreaming. You owe them bol in which it is embodied.

this, that, while they spend laborious Philoc. But it is exactly that habit years in the painful elaboration of some of mind, that readiness to find the new view of nature, they are translating spiritual in the material, that seems to for you a symbol, in which you may be me wanting in scientific men. They most certain no conception of their own look at, not through, the window. has mingled. If the result of their

Philal. The window is their work. operations contain an element so careWhat lies beyond is without the bound- fully eliminated from the crucible in aries of science. The tendency of early which the fusion was made, we may science is to forget those boundaries; the be perfectly certain that that element science of our day, in guarding perhaps was a constituent part of the original too anxiously against this error, refuses materials. to take cognizance of what lies beyond Philoc. But tell me how you would them. I anticipate for the maturity reconcile with other and more important of thought a combination of what is views of truth any theory which makes right in both these tendencies, as I man the product of the lower tendencies hope in my own age, to return to what of the animal world? Suppose it granted was most precious in the feelings of the that the author of such a hypothesis is child, without losing anything of what not bound to follow me to that ground, was gained by the experience of the still, as I know you must be ready to inan. Meantime, do not forget that our take that point of view, do you not (lebt is not small to those scientific men refuse to accompany me there. who possess least of this spirit-who Philal. On a future occasion I shall would regard any inclination to look be very happy to do so.

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shoots which the privet hedge is making in the square garden, and hail the re

turning tender-pointed leaves of the ALL dwellers in and about London plane trees as friends; we go out of are, alas, too well acquainted with that

our way to walk through Covent Garden never-to-be-enough-hated change which market to see the ever-brightening show we have to undergo once at least in of flowers from the happy country. every spring. As each succeeding win- This state of things goes on sometimes ter wears away, the same thing happens for a few days only, sometimes for weeks, to us.

till we make sure that we are safe for For some time we do not trust the this spring at any rate. Don't we wish we fair lengthening days, and cannot believe may get it! Sooner or later, but surethat the dirty pair of sparrows who live sure as Christmas bills, or the incomeopposite our window are really making tax, or anything, if there be anything, love and going to build, notwithstanding surer than these-comes the morning all their twittering. But morning after when we are suddenly conscious as soon morning rises fresh and gentle; there is as we rise that there is something the no longer any vice in the air ; we drop matter. We do not feel comfortable in our our over-coats ; we rejoice in the green clothes ; nothing testes quite as it

as ever.

should at breakfeast; though the day least into the skirts of it, where he lay looks bright enough, there is a fierce rolling under bare poles, comparatively dusty taint about it as we look out safe, but without any power as yet to through windows, which no instinct get the ship well in hand, and make now prompts us to throw open, as it has her obey her helm. The storm might done every day for the last month. break over him again at any minute,

But it is only when we open our doors and would find him almost as helpless and issue into the street, that the hateful reality comes right home to us. All For he could not follow Drysdale's moisture, and softness, and pleasantuess advice at once, and break off his visits has gone clean out of the air since last to “The Choughs" altogether. He night ; we seem to inhale yards of horse- went back again after a day or two, hair instead of satin ; our skins dry up; but only for short visits ; he never our eyes, and hair, and whiskers, and stayed behind now after the other clothes are soon filled with loathsome men left the bar, and avoided interviews dust, and our nostrils with the reek of with Patty alone as diligently as he had the great city. We glance at the weather- sought them before. She was puzzled cock on the nearest steeple and see that at his change of manner, and, not being it points N.E And so long as the able to account for it, was piqued, and change lasts we carry about with us ready to revenge herself and pay him out a feeling of anger and impatience as in the hundred little ways which the though we personally were being ill. least practised of her sex know how to treated. We could have borne with it employ for the discipline of any of tho well enough in November; it would inferior or trousered half of the creation. have been natural, and all in the day's If she had been really in love with him, Fork, in March ; but now, when Rotten- it would have been a different matter ; row is beginning to be crowded, when but she was not. In the last six w long lines of pleasure-vans are leaving

-vans are leaving she had certainly often had visions of town on Monday mornings for Hampton the pleasures of being a lady and keepCourt or the poor remains of dear Ep- ing servants, and riding in a carriage ring Forest, when the exhibitions are like the squires' and rectors' wives and open or about to open, when the reli- daughters about her home. She had a gious public is up, or on its way up, liking, even a sentiment for him, which for May meetings, when the Thames might very well have grown into someis already sending up faint warnings of thing dangerous before long; but as yet what we may expect as soon as his it was not more than skin deep. Of late, dirty old life's blood shall have been indeed, she had been much more frightthoroughly warmed up, and the Ship, ened than attracted by the conduct of her and Trafalgar, and Star and Garter are admirer, and really felt it a relief, notin full swing at the antagonist poles of withstanding her pique, when he retired the cockney system, we do feel that this into the elder brother sort of state. But blight which has come over

she would have been more than woman everything is an insult, and that while if she had not resented the change; and it lasts, as there is nobody who can be so, very soon the pangs of jealousy were made particularly responsible for it, we are added to his other troubles. Other men justified in going about in general dis- were beginning to frequent “The gust, and ready to quiarrel with anybody Choughs" regularly. Drysdale, besides we may meet on the smallest pretext. dividing with Tom the prestige of being an

This sort of east-windy state is per- original discoverer, was by far the largest haps the best physical analogy for that customer. St. Cloud came, and brought mental one in which our hero now found Chanter with him, to whom Patty was himself. The real crisis was over; he actually civil, not because she liked him had managed to pass through the eye of at all, but because she saw that it made the storm, and drift for the present at Tom furious. Though he could not fix

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on any one man in particular, he felt voice. He watched him in chapel and that mankind in general were gaining on hall furtively, but constantly, and was him. In his better moments indeed he always fancying what he was doing and often wished that she would take the thinking about. Was it as painful an matter into her own hands and throw effort to Hardy, he wondered, as to him him over for good and all ; but keep to go on speaking, as if nothing had away from the place altogether he could happened, when they met at the boats, not, and often, when he fancied himself as they did now again almost daily (for on the point of doing it, a pretty toss of Diogenes was bent on training some of her head or kind look of her eyes would the torpids for next year), and yet never scatter all his good resolutions to the to look one another in the face; to live four winds.

together as usual during part of every And so the days dragged on, and he day, and yet to feel all the time that a dragged on through them; hot fits of great wall had arisen between them, conceit alternating in him with cold fits more hopelessly dividing them for the of despondency and mawkishness and time than thousands of miles of ocean discontent with everything and every- or continent ? body, which were all the more intoler- Amongst other distractions which able from their entire strangeness. In- Tom tried at this crisis of his life, was stead of seeing the bright side of all reading. For three or four days runthings, he seemed to be looking at crea- ning he really worked hard—very hard, tion through yellow spectacles, and saw if we were to reckon by the number of faults and blemishes in all his acquaint- hours he spent in his own rooms over ance which had been till now invisible. his books with his oak sported, --hard,

But, the more he was inclined to de- even though we should only reckon by preciate all other men, the more he felt results. For, though scarcely an hour that there was one to whom he had been passed that he was not balancing on the grossly unjust. And, as he recalled all hind legs of his chair with a vacant that had passed, he began to do justice to look in his eyes, and thinking of anythe man who had not flinched from thing but Greek roots or Latin conwarning him and braving him, who he

structions, yet on the whole he managed felt had been watching over him, and to get through a good deal, and one trying to guide him straight when he evening, for the first time since his had lost all power or will to keep quarrel with Hardy, felt a sensation of straight himself.

real comfort-it hardly amounted to From this time the dread increased pleasure—as he closed his Sophocles on him lest any of the other men should some hour or so after hall, having just find out his quarrel with Hardy. Their finished the last of the Greek plays utter ignorance of it encouraged him in which he meant to take in for his first the hope that it might all pass off like examination. He leaned back in his a bad dream. While it remained a mat- chair and sat for a few minutes, letting ter between them alone, he felt that all his thoughts follow their own bent. might come straight, though he could They soon took to going wrong, and he not think how. He began to loiter by jumped up in fear lest he should be the entrance of the passage which led to drifting back into the black stormy sea Hardy's rooms; sometimes he would in the trough of which he had been find something to say to his scout or labouring so lately, and which he felt bedmaker which took him into the back he was by no means clear of yet. At regions outside Hardy's window,glancing first he caught up his cap and gown as at it sideways as he stood giving his though he were going out. There was orders. There it was, wide open, gene- a wine party at one of his acquaintance's rally—he hardly knew whether he hoped rooms; or he could go and smoke a to catch a glimpse of the owner, but he cigar in the pool room, or at any one did hope that Hardy might hear his of a dozen other places. On second

thoughts, however, he threw his acade- wè not told, too, or did I dream it, that micals back on to the sofa, and went what was true for him is true for every to his book-case. The reading had paid

The reading had paid man—for me? That there is a spirit so well that evening that he resolved to dwelling in me, striving with me, ready go on with it.

He had no particular to lead me into all truth if I will submit object in selecting one book more than to his guidance ?" another, and so took down carelessly “Ay! submit, submit, there's the the first that came to hand.

rub! Give yourself up to his guidance ! It happened to be a volume of Plato, Throw up the reins, and say, you've and opened of its own accord in the made a mess of it. Well, why not? Apology. He glanced at a few lines. Haven't I made a mess of it? Am I What a flood of memories they called fit to hold the reins ?up! This was almost the last book he “Not I,” he got up and began walkhad read at school; and teacher, and ing about his rooms, “I give it up." friends, and lofty oak-shelved library “Give it up!” he went on presently; stood out before him at once. Then “yes, but to whom? Not to the demon, the blunders that he himself and others spirit, whatever it was, who took up his had made rushed through his mind, and abode in the old Athenian—at least so he almost burst into a laugh as he he said, and so I believe. No, no ! wheeled his chair round to the window, Two thousand years and all that they and began reading where he had opened, have seen have not passed over the world encouraging every thought of the old to leave us just where he was left. We times when he first read that marvellous want no dæmons or spirits. And yet defence, and throwing himself back into the old heathen was guided right, and them with all his might. And still, as he what can a man want more? and who read, forgotten words of wise comment, ever wanted guidance more than I now and strange thoughts of wonder and -here-in this room—at this minute ? longing, came back to him. The great I give up the reins; who will take them ?” truth which he had been led to the brink And so there came on him one of those of in those early days rose in all its awe seasons when a man's thoughts cannot and all its attractiveness before him. be followed in words. A sense of awe He leant back in his chair, and gave came on him, and over him, and

wraphimself up to his thought; and how ped him round; awe at a presence of strangely that thought bore on the strug- which he was becoming suddenly congle which had been raging in him of scious, into which he seemed to have late; how an answer seemed to be trem- wandered, and yet which he felt must bling to come out of it to all the cries, have been there, around him, in his now defiant, now plaintive, which had own heart and soul, though he knew it gone up out of his heart in this time of not. There was hope and longing in trouble! For his thought was of that his heart mingling with the fear of that spirit, distinct from himself, and yet presence, but withal the old reckless communing with his in most soul, always and daring feeling which he knew so dwelling in him, knowing him better well, still bubbling up untamed, unthan he knew himself, never mislead- tamable it seemed to him. ing him, always leading him to light The room stifled him now ; so he and truth, of which the old philosopher threw on his cap and gown, and hurried spoke. " The old heathen, Socrates, did down into the quadrangle. It was very actually believe that—there can be no quiet ; probably there were not a dozen question about it ;" he thought, “Has men in college. He walked across to the not thetestimony of the best men through low dark entrance of the passage

which these two thousand years borne witness led to Hardy's rooms, and there paused. that he was right—that he did not be- Was he there by chance, or was he lieve a lie ? That was what we were guided there? Yes, this was the right told. Surely I don't mistake! Were way for him, he had no doubt now as to


that; down the dark passage, and into Grey hesitated, turned his head sharply the room he knew so well—and what once or twice as they walked on together, then? He took a short turn or two and then said with something like a before the entrance. How could he be sighsure that Hardy was alone ? And, if “I don't know, I'm sure. Did you ever not, to go in would be worse than use- teach in a night-school ?” less. If he were alone, what should he “No, but I have taught in the Sundaysay? After all, must he go in there? school at home sometimes. Indeed, I was there no way but that?

will do whatever you tell me.” The college clock struck a quarter to “Oh! but this is not at all like a

It was his usual time for “The Sunday-school. They are a very rough, Choughs;" the house would be quiet wild lot.” now; was there not one looking out for “The rougher the better," said Tom; him there who would be grieved if he "I shall know how to manage them then.” did not come ? After all, might not “ But you must not really be rough that be his way, for this night at least ? with them.” He might bring pleasure to one human “No, I won't; I didn't mean that," being by going there at once. That he said Tom hastily, for he saw his mistake knew; what else could he be sure of ? at once. “I shall take it as a great favour,

At this moment he heard Hardy's if you will let me go with you to-night. door open, and a voice saying, “Good You won't repent it, I'm sure. night," and the next Grey came out of Grey did not seem at all sure of this, the passage, and was passing close to but saw no means of getting rid of his him.

companion, and so they walked on to“Join yourself to him.” The impulse gether and turned down a long narrow came so strongly into Tom's mind this court in the lowest part of the town. At time, that it was like a voice speaking to

the doors of the houses labouring men, him. He yielded to it, and, stepping mostly Irish, lounged or stood about, to Grey's side, wished him good even- smoking and talking to one another, or ing. The other returned his salute in to the women who leant out of the winhis shy way, and was hurrying on, but dows, or passed to and fro on their Tom kept by him.

various errands of business or pleasure. Have you

been reading with A group of half-grown lads were playing Hardy ?

at pitch-farthing at the farther end, and

all over the court were scattered chil“ How is he? I have not seen any- dren of all ages, ragged and noisy little thing of him for some time.”

creatures most of them, on whom paternal “Oh, very well, I think,” said Grey, and maternal admonitions and cuffs were glancing sideways at his questioner, and constantly being expended, and to all adding, after a moment, “I have won

appearances in vain. dered rather not to see you there of At the sight of Grey a shout arose late."

amongst the smaller boys, of “Here's “Are you going to your school ?” said the teacher !” and they crowded round Tom, breaking away from the subject. him and Tom as they went up the court.

“Yes, and I am rather late ; I must Several of the men gave him halfmake haste on ; good night.”

surly balf-respectful nod, as he passed “Will you let me go with you to along, wishing them good evening. night? It would be a real kindness. The rest merely stared at him and his Indeed,” he added, as he saw how companion. They stopped at a door embarrassing his proposal was to Grey, which Grey opened, and led the way “I will do whatever you tell me-you

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passage of an old tumble-down don't know how grateful I shall be to cottage, on the ground floor of which you. Do let me go—just for to-night. were two low rooms which served for Try me once.”

the school-rooms.

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