IntheMorningofLifetheTruthfulwooedtheBeautiful，andtheiroffspringwasLove。LikehisDivineparents，Heiseternal。HehashisMother’sravishingsmile；hisFather’ssteadfasteyes。Heriseseveryday，freshandgloriousastheuntiredSun-God。HeisEros，theeveryoung。Dark，darkwerethisworldofourshadeitherDivinityleftit——darkwithouttheday-beamsoftheLatonianCharioteer，darkeryetwithoutthedaedalSmileoftheGodoftheOtherBow！Dostknowhim，reader？
Oldishe，Eros，theeveryoung。HeandTimewerechildrentogether。Chronosshalldie，too；butLoveisimperishable。
BrightestoftheDivinities，wherehastthounotbeensung？Otherworshipspassaway；theidolsforwhompyramidswereraisedlieinthedesertcrumblingandalmostnameless；theOlympiansarefled，theirfanesnolongerriseamongthequiveringolive-grovesofIlissus，orcrowntheemerald-isletsoftheamethystAegean！Thesearegone，butthouremainest。Thereisstillagarlandforthytemple，aheiferforthystone。Aheifer？Ah，manyadarkersacrifice。Otherbloodisshedatthyaltars，RemorselessOne，andthePoetPriestwhoministersatthyShrinedrawshisauguriesfromthebleedingheartsofmen！
WhileLovehathnoend，CantheBardeverceasesinging？InKinglyandHeroicages，’twasofKingsandHeroesthatthePoetspake。
Butinthese，ourtimes，theArtisanhathhisvoiceaswellastheMonarch。ThepeopleTo-DayisKing，andwechroniclehiswoes，asTheyofolddidthesacrificeoftheprincelyIphigenia，orthefateofthecrownedAgamemnon。
IsOdysseuslessaugustinhisragsthaninhispurple？Fate，Passion，Mystery，theVictim，theAvenger，theHatethatharms，theFuriesthattear，theLovethatbleeds，arenotthesewithusStill？arenotthesestilltheweaponsoftheArtist？thecolorsofhispalette？thechordsofhislyre？Listen！Itelltheeatale——
notofKings——butofMen——notofThrones，butofLove，andGrief，andCrime。Listen，andbutoncemore。’Tisforthelasttime(probably)thesefingersshallsweepthestrings。
E。L。B。L。
NOONDAYINCHEPE。
’TwasnoondayinChepe。HighTideinthemightyRiverCity！——itsbankswellnighoverflowingwiththemyriad-wavedStreamofMan！
Thetopplingwains，bearingtheproduceofathousandmarts；thegildedequipageoftheMillionary；thehumbler，butyetlargervehiclefromthegreenmetropolitansuburbs(theHangingGardensofourBabylon)，inwhicheverytravellermight，foramodestremuneration，takearepublicanseat；themercenarycaroche，withitsprivatefreight；thebriskcurricleoftheletter-carrier，robedinroyalscarlet:theseandathousandotherswerelaboringandpressingonward，andlockedandboundandhustlingtogetherinthenarrowchannelofChepe。Theimprecationsofthecharioteerswereterrible。Fromthenoble’sbroideredhammer-cloth，orthedriving-seatofthecommoncoach，eachdriverassailedtheotherwithfloodsofribaldsatire。Thepavidmatronwithintheonevehicle(speedingtotheBankforhersemestrialpittance)shriekedandtrembled；theangryDiveshasteningtohisoffice(toaddanotherthousandtohisheap，)thrusthisheadovertheblazonedpanels，anddisplayedaneloquenceofobjurgationwhichhisveryMenialscouldnotequal；thedauntlessstreeturchins，astheygaylythreadedtheLabyrinthofLife，enjoyedtheperplexitiesandquarrelsofthescene，andexacerbatedthealreadyfuriouscombatantsbytheirpoignantinfantilesatire。AndthePhilosopher，asheregardedthehotstrifeandstruggleoftheseCandidatesintheraceforGold，thoughtwithasighoftheTruthfulandtheBeautiful，andwalkedon，melancholyandserene。
’TwasnooninChepe。Theware-roomswerethronged。Theflauntingwindowsofthemercersattractedmanyapurchaser:theglitteringpanesbehindwhichBirminghamhadglazeditssimulatedsilver，inducedrusticstopause:althoughonlynoon，thesavoryodorsoftheCookShopstemptedtheoverhungrycitizentothebunofBath，ortothefragrantpotagethatmockstheturtle’sflavor——theturtle！OdapibussuprimigratatestudoJovis！IamanAldermanwhenIthinkofthee！Well:itwasnooninChepe。
Butwereallbattlingforgainthere？AmongthemanybrilliantshopswhosecasementsshoneuponChepe，therestoodoneacenturyback(aboutwhichperiodourtaleopens)devotedtothesaleofColonialproduce。Arudelycarvedimageofanegro，withafantasticplumeandapronofvariegatedfeathers，decoratedthelintel。TheEastandWesthadsenttheircontributionstoreplenishthewindow。
Thepoorslavehadtoiled，diedperhaps，toproduceyonpyramidofswarthysugarmarked”ONLY61/2d。”——Thatcattybox，onwhichwastheepigraph”STRONGFAMILYCONGOONLY3s。9d，”wasfromthecountryofConfutzee——thatheapofdarkproduceborethelegend”TRYOURREALNUT”——’TwasCocoa——andthatnuttheCocoa-nut，whosemilkhasrefreshedthetravellerandperplexedthenaturalphilosopher。Theshopinquestionwas，inaword，aGrocer’s。
Inthemidstoftheshopanditsgorgeouscontentssatonewho，tojudgefromhisappearance(though’twasadifficulttask，as，insooth，hisbackwasturned)，hadjustreachedthathappyperiodoflifewhentheBoyisexpandingintotheMan。OYouth，Youth！
HappyandBeautiful！Ofreshandroseatedawnoflife；whenthedewyetliesontheflowers，eretheyhavebeenscorchedandwitheredbyPassion’sfierySun！Immersedinthoughtorstudy，andindifferenttothedinaroundhim，sattheboy。Acarelessguardianwasheofthetreasuresconfidedtohim。ThecrowdpassedinChepe；henevermarkedit。ThesunshoneonChepe；heonlyaskedthatitshouldilluminethepageheread。Theknavemightfilchhistreasures；hewasheedlessoftheknave。Thecustomermightenter；buthisbookwasallinalltohim。
AndindeedacustomerWASthere；alittlehandwastappingonthecounterwithaprettyimpatience；apairofarcheyesweregazingattheboy，admiring，perhaps，hismanlyproportionsthroughthehomelyandtightenedgarmentshewore。”Ahem！sir！Isay，youngman！”thecustomerexclaimed。”Tond’apameibomenosprosephe，”readonthestudent，hisvoicechokedwithemotion。”Whatlanguage！”hesaid；”howrich，hownoble，howsonorous！prosephepodas——”
Thecustomerburstoutintoafitoflaughtersoshrillandcheery，thattheyoungStudentcouldnotbutturnround，andblushing，forthefirsttimeremarkedher。”Aprettygrocer’sboyyouare，”shecried，”withyourapplepiebomenosandyourFrenchandlingo。AmI
tobekeptwaitingforhever？””Pardon，fairMaiden，”saidhe，withhigh-bredcourtesy:”’twasnotFrenchIread，’twastheGodlikelanguageoftheblindoldbard。
InwhatcanIbeserviceabletoye，lady？”andtospringfromhisdesk，tosmoothhisapron，tostandbeforehertheobedientShopBoy，thePoetnomore，wastheworkofamoment。”Imighthavepriggedthisboxoffigs，”thedamselsaidgood-
naturedly，”andyou’dneverhaveturnedround。””TheycamefromthecountryofHector，”theboysaid。”Wouldyouhavecurrants，lady？TheseoncebloomedintheislandgardensoftheblueAegean。Theyareuncommonfineones，andthefigureislow；they’refourpence-halfpennyapound。Wouldyemayhapmaketrialofourteas？Wedonotadvertise，assomefolksdo:butsellaslowasanyotherhouse。””You’repreciousyoungtohaveallthesegoodthings，”thegirlexclaimed，notunwilling，seemingly，toprolongtheconversation。”IfIwasyou，andstoodbehindthecounter，Ishouldbeeatingfigsthewholedaylong。””Timewas，”answeredthelad，”andnotlongsinceIthoughtsotoo。
IthoughtInevershouldbetiredoffigs。Butmyoldunclebademetakemyfill，andnowinsoothIamawearyofthem。””Ithinkyougentlemenarealwaysso，”thecoquettesaid。”Nay，saynotso，fairstranger！”theyouthreplied，hisfacekindlingashespoke，andhiseagleeyesflashingfire。”Figspall；butoh！theBeautifulneverdoes。Figsrot；butoh！theTruthfuliseternal。Iwasborn，lady，tograpplewiththeLoftyandtheIdeal。MysoulyearnsfortheVisionary。Istandbehindthecounter，itistrue；butIponderhereuponthedeedsofheroes，andmuseoverthethoughtsofsages。Whatisgroceryforonewhohasambition？WhatsweetnesshathMuscovadatohimwhohathtastedofPoesy？TheIdeal，lady，Ioftenthink，isthetrueReal，andtheActual，butavisionaryhallucination。Butpardonme；withwhatmayIservethee？””Icameonlyforsixpenn’orthoftea-dust，”thegirlsaid，withafalteringvoice；”butoh，Ishouldliketohearyouspeakonforever！”
Onlyforsixpenn’orthoftea-dust？Girl，thoucamestforotherthings！Thoulovedsthisvoice？Siren！whatwasthewitcheryofthineown？Hedeftlymadeupthepacket，andplaceditinthelittlehand。Shepaidforhersmallpurchase，andwithafarewellglanceofherlustrouseyes，shelefthim。Shepassedslowlythroughtheportal，andinamomentwaslostinthecrowd。ItwasnooninChepe。AndGeorgedeBarnwellwasalone。
Vol。II。
WehaveselectedthefollowingepisodicalchapterinpreferencetoanythingrelatingtothemerestoryofGeorgeBarnwell，withwhichmostreadersarefamiliar。
Uptothispassage(extractedfromthebeginningofVol。II。)thetaleisbrieflythus:
TherogueofaMillwoodhascomebackeverydaytothegrocer’sshopinChepe，wantingsomesugar，orsomenutmeg，orsomefigs，halfadozentimesintheweek。
SheandGeorgedeBarnwellhavevowedtoeachotheraneternalattachment。
ThisflameactsviolentlyuponGeorge。Hisbosomswellswithambition。Hisgeniusbreaksoutprodigiously。HetalksabouttheGood，theBeautiful，theIdeal，&c。，inandoutofallseason，andisvirtuousandeloquentalmostbeyondbelief——infactlikeDevereux，orP。Clifford，orE。Aram，Esquires。
InspiredbyMillwoodandlove，Georgerobsthetill，andminglesintheworldwhichheisdestinedtoornament。Heoutdoesallthedandies，allthewits，allthescholars，andallthevoluptuariesoftheage——anindefiniteperiodoftimebetweenQueenAnneandGeorgeII——dineswithCurllatSt。John’sGate，pinksColonelCharterisinaduelbehindMontagueHouse，isinitiatedintotheintriguesoftheChevalierSt。George，whomheentertainsathissumptuouspavilionatHampstead，andlikewiseindisguiseattheshopinCheapside。
Hisuncle，theowneroftheshop，asurlycurmudgeonwithverylittletastefortheTrueandBeautiful，hasretiredfrombusinesstothepastoralvillageinCambridgeshirefromwhichthenobleBarnwellscame。George’scousinAnnabelis，ofcourse，consumedwithasecretpassionforhim。
Sometriflinginaccuraciesmayberemarkedintheensuingbrilliantlittlechapter；butitmustberememberedthattheauthorwishedtopresentanageataglance:andthedialogueisquiteasfineandcorrectasthatinthe”LastoftheBarons，”orin”EugeneAram，”
orotherworksofourauthor，inwhichSentimentandHistory，ortheTrueandBeautiful，areunited。
CHAPTERXXIV。
BUTTON’SINPALLMALL。
ThosewhofrequentthedismalandenormousMansionsofSilencewhichsocietyhasraisedtoEnnuiinthatOmphalosoftown，PallMall，andwhich，becausetheyknockyoudownwiththeirdulness，arecalledClubsnodoubt；thosewhoyawnfromabay-windowinSt。
James’sStreet，atahalf-scoreofotherdandiesgapingfromanotherbay-windowovertheway；thosewhoconsultadrearyeveningpaperfornews，orsatisfythemselveswiththejokesofthemiserablePunchbywayofwit；themenabouttownofthepresentday，inaword，canhavebutlittleideaofLondonsomesixoreightscoreyearsback。Thoupudding-sidedolddandyofSt。
James’sStreet，withthylacqueredboots，thydyedwhiskers，andthysuffocatingwaistband，whatartthoutothybrilliantpredecessorinthesamequarter？TheBroughamfromwhichthoudescendestattheportalofthe”Carlton”orthe”Travellers’，”islikeeverybodyelse’s；thyblackcoathasnomoreplaits，norbuttons，norfancyinitthanthyneighbor’s；thyhatwasmadeontheveryblockonwhichLordAddlepate’swascast，whohasjustenteredtheClubbeforethee。Youandheyawntogetheroutofthesameomnibus-boxeverynight；youfancyyourselvesmenofpleasure；
youfancyyourselvesmenoffashion；youfancyyourselvesmenoftaste；infancy，intaste，inopinion，inphilosophy，thenewspaperlegislatesforyou；itisthereyougetyourjokesandyourthoughts，andyourfactsandyourwisdom——poorPallMalldullards。
Stupidslavesofthepress，onthatgroundwhichyouatpresentoccupy，thereweremenofwitandpleasureandfashion，somefive-
and-twentylustresago。
WeareatButton’s——thewell-knownsignofthe”Turk’sHead。”Thecrowdofperiwiggedheadsatthewindows——theswearingchairmenroundthesteps(theblazonedandcoronalledpanelsofwhosevehiclesdenotetheloftyrankoftheirowners)，——thethrongofembroideredbeauxenteringordeparting，andrenderingtheairfragrantwiththeodorsofpulvillioandpomander，proclaimthecelebratedresortofLondon’sWitandFashion。ItisthecornerofRegentStreet。CarltonHousehasnotyetbeentakendown。
Astatelygentlemanincrimsonvelvetandgoldissippingchocolateatoneofthetables，inearnestconversewithafriendwhosesuitislikewiseembroidered，butstainedbytime，orwinemayhap，orwear。Alittledeformedgentlemaniniron-grayisreadingtheMorningChroniclenewspaperbythefire，whileadivine，withabroadbrogueandashovelhatandcassock，istalkingfreelywithagentleman，whosestarandribbon，aswellastheunmistakablebeautyofhisPhidiancountenance，proclaimshimtobeamemberofBritain’saristocracy。
Tworaggedyouths，theonetall，gaunt，clumsyandscrofulous，theotherwithawild，careless，beautifullook，evidentlyindicatingRace，aregazinginatthewindow，notmerelyatthecrowdinthecelebratedClub，butatTimothythewaiter，whoisremovingaplateofthatexquisitedish，themuffin(thennewlyinvented)，atthedesireofsomeoftherevellerswithin。”Iwould，Sam，”saidthewildyouthtohiscompanion，”thatIhadsomeofmymotherMacclesfield’sgold，toenableustoeatofthosecatesandminglewithyonspringaldsandbeaux。””Tovauntaknowledgeofthestoicalphilosophy，”saidtheyouthaddressedasSam，”mightelicitasmileofincredulityuponthecheekoftheparasiteofpleasure；buttherearemomentsinlifewhenHistoryfortifiesendurance:andpaststudyrenderspresentdeprivationmorebearable。Ifourpecuniaryresourcesbeexiguous，letourresolution，Dick，supplythedeficienciesofFortune。Themuffinwedesireto-daywouldlittlebenefitusto-morrow。Poorandhungryasweare，arewelesshappy，Dick，thanyonlistlessvoluptuarywhobanquetsonthefoodwhichyoucovet？”
AndthetwoladsturnedawayupWaterlooPlace，andpastthe”Parthenon”Club-house，anddisappearedtotakeamealofcow-heelataneighboringcook’sshop。TheirnameswereSamuelJohnsonandRichardSavage。
MeanwhiletheconversationatButton’swasfastandbrilliant。”ByWood’sthirteens，andthedivvlegowid’em，”criedtheChurchdignitaryinthecassock，”isitinblueandgooldyearethismorning，SirRichard，whenyououghttobeinseebles？””Who’sdead，Dean？”saidthenobleman，thedean’scompanion。”Faix，meeLardBolingbroke，assureasmeename’sJonathanSwift——
andI’mnotsosureofthatneither，forwhoknowshisfather’sname？——there’sbeenamightycruelmurthercommittedentirely。A
childofDickSteele’shasbeenbarbarouslyslain，dthrawn，andquarthered，andit’sJoeAddisonyondtherhasdoneit。Yeshouldhavekilledoneofyourown，Joe，yethiefoftheworld。””I！”saidtheamazedandRightHonorableJosephAddison；”IkillDick’schild！Iwasgodfathertothelast。””Andpromisedacupandneversentit，”Dickejaculated。Josephlookedgrave。”ThechildImeanisSirRogerdeCoverley，KnightandBaronet。
Whatmadeyekillhim，yesavageMohock？Thewholetownisintearsaboutthegoodknight；alltheladiesatChurchthisafternoonwereinmourning；allthebooksellersarewild；andLintotsaysnotathirdofthecopiesoftheSpectatoraresoldsincethedeathofthebraveoldgentleman。”AndtheDeanofSt。
Patrick’spulledouttheSpectatornewspaper，containingthewell-
knownpassageregardingSirRoger’sdeath。”Iboughtitbutnowin’WellingtonStreet，’”hesaid；”thenewsboyswerehowlingalldowntheStrand。””WhatamiracleisGenius——Genius，theDivineandBeautiful，”saidagentlemanleaningagainstthesamefireplacewiththedeformedcavalieriniron-gray，andaddressingthatindividual，whowasinfactMr。AlexanderPope。”Whatamarvellousgiftisthis，androyalprivilegeofArt！TomaketheIdealmorecrediblethantheActual:toenchainourhearts，tocommandourhopes，ourregrets，ourtears，foramerebrain-bornEmanation:toinvestwithlifetheIncorporeal，andtoglamourthecloudyintosubstance，——thesearetheloftyprivilegesofthePoet，ifIhavereadpoesyaright；andIamasfamiliarwiththesoundsthatrangfromHomer’slyre，aswiththestrainswhichcelebratethelossofBelinda’slovelylocks”——(Mr。Popeblushedandbowed，highlydelighted)——”these，I
say，sir，aretheprivilegesofthePoet——thePoietes——theMaker——
hemovestheworld，andasksnolever；ifhecannotcharmdeathintolife，asOrpheusfeignedtodo，hecancreateBeautyoutofNought，anddefyDeathbyrenderingThoughtEternal。Ho！Jemmy，anotherflaskofNantz。”
Andtheboy——forhewhoaddressedthemostbrilliantcompanyofwitsinEuropewaslittlemore——emptiedthecontentsofthebrandy-
flaskintoasilverflagon，andquaffeditgaylytothehealthofthecompanyassembled。’Twasthethirdhehadtakenduringthesitting。Presently，andwithagracefulsalutetotheSociety，hequittedthecoffee-house，andwasseencanteringonamagnificentArabpasttheNationalGallery。”Whoisyonsparkinblueandsilver？HebeatsJoeAddisonhimself，indrinking，，andpiousJoeisthegreatesttoperinthethreekingdoms，”DickSteelesaid，good-naturedly。”HispaperintheSpectatorbeatsthybest，Dick，thousluggard，”
theRightHonorableMr。Addisonexclaimed。”HeistheauthorofthatfamousNo。996，forwhichyouhaveallbeengivingmethecredit。””Therascalfoiledmeatcappingverses，”DeanSwiftsaid，”andwonatenpennypieceofme，plaguetakehim！””Hehassuggestedanemendationinmy’Homer，’whichproveshimadelicatescholar，”Mr。Popeexclaimed。”HeknowsmoreoftheFrenchkingthananymanIhavemetwith；andwemusthaveaneyeuponhim，”saidLordBolingbroke，thenSecretaryofStateforForeignAffairs，andbeckoningasuspicious-
lookingpersonwhowasdrinkingataside-table，whisperedtohimsomething。
Meantimewhowashe？wherewashe，thisyouthwhohadstruckallthewitsofLondonwithadmiration？HisgallopingchargerhadreturnedtotheCity；hissplendidcourt-suitwasdoffedforthecitizen’sgabardineandgrocer’shumbleapron。
GeorgedeBarnwellwasinChepe——inChepe，atthefeetofMarthaMillwood。
VOLIII。
THECONDEMNEDCELL。”Quidmemollibusimplicaslacertis，myElinor？Nay，”Georgeadded，afaintsmileillumininghiswanbutnoblefeatures，”whyspeaktotheeintheaccentsoftheRomanpoet，whichthoucomprehendestnot？BrightOne，therebeotherthingsinLife，inNature，inthisInscrutableLabyrinth，thisHeartonwhichthouleanest，whichareequallyunintelligibletothee！Yes，myprettyone，whatistheUnintelligiblebuttheIdeal？whatistheIdealbuttheBeautiful？whattheBeautifulbuttheEternal？AndtheSpiritofManthatwouldcommunewiththeseislikeHimwhowandersbythethinapoluphloisboiothalasses，andshrinksawe-struckbeforethatAzureMystery。”
Emily’seyesfilledwithfresh-gushingdew。”Speakon，speakeverthus，myGeorge，”sheexclaimed。Barnwell’schainsrattledastheconfidinggirlclungtohim。EvenSnoggin，theturnkeyappointedtositwiththePrisoner，wasaffectedbyhisnobleandappropriatelanguage，andalsoburstintotears。”Youweep，mySnoggin，”theBoysaid；”andwhy？HathLifebeensocharmingtomethatIshouldwishtoretainit？hathPleasurenoafter-Weariness？AmbitionnoDeception；WealthnoCare；andGlorynoMockery？Psha！IamsickofSuccess，palledofPleasure，wearyofWineandWit，and——nay，startnot，myAdelaide——andWoman。I
flingawayallthesethingsastheToysofBoyhood。LifeistheSoul’sNursery。IamaMan，andpinefortheIllimitable！Markyoume！HastheMorrowanyterrorsforme，thinkye？DidSocratesfalterathispoison？DidSenecablenchinhisbath？DidBrutusshirktheswordwhenhisgreatstakewaslost？DidevenweakCleopatrashrinkfromtheSerpent’sfatalnip？AndwhyshouldI？
MygreatHazardhathbeenplayed，andIpaymyforfeit。Liesheathedinmyheart，thouflashingBlade！WelcometomyBosom，thoufaithfulSerpent；Ihugthee，peace-bearingImageoftheEternal！Ha，thehemlockcup！Fillhigh，boy，formysoulisthirstyfortheInfinite！Getreadythebath，friends；preparemeforthefeastTo-morrow——bathemylimbsinodors，andputointmentinmyhair。””Hasforabath，”Snoggininterposed，”they’renottobe’adinthiswardoftheprison；butIdussayHemmywillgityoualittlehoilforyour’air。”
ThePrisonedOnelaughedloudandmerrily。”Myguardianunderstandsmenot，prettyone——andthou？whatsayestthou？Fromthosedearlipsmethinks——plurasuntosculaquamsententiae——Ikissawaythytears，dove！——theywillflowapacewhenIamgone，thentheywilldry，andpresentlythesefaireyeswillshineonanother，astheyhavebeamedonpoorGeorgeBarnwell。Yetwiltthounotallforgethim，sweetone。Hewasanhonestfellow，andhadakindlyheartforalltheworldsaid——””That，thathehad，”criedthegaolerandthegirlinvoicesgurglingwithemotion。Andyouwhoread！youunconvictedConvict——
youmurderer，thoughhaplyyouhaveslainnoone——youFeloninposseifnotinesse——dealgentlywithonewhohasusedtheOpportunitythathasfailedthee——andbelievethattheTruthfulandtheBeautifulbloomsometimesinthedockandtheconvict’stawnyGabardine！……
Inthematterforwhichhesuffered，Georgecouldneverbebroughttoacknowledgethathewasatallinthewrong。”Itmaybeanerrorofjudgment，”hesaidtotheVenerableChaplainofthegaol，”butitisnocrime。WereitCrime，IshouldfeelRemorse。Wherethereisnoremorse，Crimecannotexist。Iamnotsorry:
therefore，Iaminnocent。Isthepropositionafairone？”
TheexcellentDoctoradmittedthatitwasnottobecontested。”Andwherefore，sir，shouldIhavesorrow，”theBoyresumed，”forriddingtheworldofasordidworm；*ofamanwhoseverysoulwasdross，andwhoneverhadafeelingfortheTruthfulandtheBeautiful？WhenIstoodbeforemyuncleinthemoonlight，inthegardensoftheancestralhallsoftheDeBarnwells，IfeltthatitwastheNemesiscometooverthrowhim。’Dog，’Isaidtothetremblingslave，’tellmewherethyGoldis。THOUhastnouseforit。IcanspenditinrelievingthePovertyonwhichthoutramplest；inaidingScience，whichthouknowestnot；inupliftingArt，towhichthouartblind。GiveGold，andthouartfree。’Buthespakenot，andIslewhim。””Iwouldnothavethisdoctrinevulgarlypromulgated，”saidtheadmirablechaplain，”foritsgeneralpracticemightchancetodoharm。Thou，myson，theRefined，theGentle，theLovingandBeloved，thePoetandSage，urgedbywhatIcannotbutthinkagrievouserror，hastappearedasAvenger。Thinkwhatwouldbetheworld’scondition，weremenwithoutanyYearningaftertheIdealtoattempttoreorganizeSociety，toredistributeProperty，toavengeWrong。””ArabbleofpigmiesscalingHeaven，”saidthenoblethoughmisguidedyoungPrisoner。”PrometheuswasaGiant，andhefell。””Yes，indeed，mybraveyouth！”thebenevolentDr。Fuzwigexclaimed，claspingthePrisoner’smarbleandmanacledhand；”andtheTragedyofTo-morrowwillteachtheWorldthatHomicideisnottobepermittedeventothemostamiableGenius，andthattheloveroftheIdealandtheBeautiful，asthouart，myson，mustrespecttheReallikewise。””Look！hereissupper！”criedBarnwellgayly。”ThisistheReal，Doctor；letusrespectitandfallto。”Hepartookofthemealasjoyouslyasifithadbeenoneofhisearlyfestals；buttheworthychaplaincouldscarcelyeatitfortears。
*Thisisagrossplagiarism:theabovesentimentisexpressedmuchmoreeloquentlyintheingeniousromanceofEugeneAram:——”TheburningdesiresIhaveknown——theresplendentvisionsIhavenursed——thesublimeaspiringsthathaveliftedmesooftenfromsenseandclay:thesetellme，thatwhetherforgoodorill，IamthethingofanimmortalityandthecreatureofaGod……I
havedestroyedamannoxioustotheworld！withthewealthbywhichheafflictedsociety，Ihavebeenthemeansofblessingmany。”
CODLINGSBY。
BYD。SHREWSBERRY，ESQ。
I。”Thewholeworldisboundbyonechain。Ineverycityintheglobethereisonequarterthatcertaintravellersknowandrecognizefromitslikenesstoitsbrotherdistrictinallotherplaceswherearecongregatedthehabitationsofmen。InTehran，orPekin，orStamboul，orNewYork，orTimbuctoo，orLondon，thereisacertaindistrictwhereacertainmanisnotastranger。WheretheidolsarefedwithincensebythestreamsofChing-wang-foo；wheretheminaretssoarsparklingabovethecypresses，theirreflectionsquiveringinthelucidwatersoftheGoldenHorn；wheretheyellowTiberflowsunderbrokenbridgesandoverimperialglories；wherethehutsaresquattedbytheNiger，underthepalm-trees；wheretheNorthernBabellies，withitswarehouses，anditsbridges，itsgracefulfactory-chimneys，anditsclumsyfanes——hiddeninfogandsmokebythedirtiestriverintheworld——inallthecitiesofmankindthereisOneHomewhithermenofonefamilymayresort。
Overtheentireworldspreadsavastbrotherhood，suffering，silent，scattered，sympathizing，WAITING——animmenseFree-Masonry。
Oncethisworld-spreadbandwasanArabianclan——alittlenationaloneandoutlyingamongstthemightymonarchiesofancienttime，theMegatheriaofhistory。ThesailsoftheirrareshipsmightbeseenintheEgyptianwaters；thecamelsoftheircaravansmightthreadthesandsofBaalbec，orwindthroughthedate-grovesofDamascus；theirflagwasraised，notingloriously，inmanywars，againstmightyodds；but’twasasmallpeople，andononedarknighttheLionofJudahwentdownbeforeVespasian’sEagles，andinflame，anddeath，andstruggle，Jerusalemagonizedanddied……
Yes，theJewishcityislosttoJewishmen；buthavetheynottakentheworldinexchange？”
MusedthusGodfreydeBouillon，MarquisofCodlingsby，ashedebouchedfromWychStreetintotheStrand。HehadbeentotakeaboxforArmidaatMadameVestris’stheatre。ThatlittleArmidawasfolleofMadameVestris’stheatre；andherlittlebrougham，andherlittleself，andherenormouseyes，andherprodigiousopera-glass，andhermiraculousbouquet，whichcostLordCodlingsbytwentyguineaseveryeveningatNathan’sinCoventGarden(thechildrenofthegardenersofSharonhavestillnorivalforflowers)，mightbeseen，threenightsintheweekatleast，inthenarrow，charming，comfortablelittletheatre。Godfreyhadthebox。Hewasstrolling，listlessly，eastward；andtheabovethoughtspassedthroughtheyoungnoble’smindashecameinsightofHolywellStreet。
TheoccupantsoftheLondonGhettosatattheirporchesbaskingintheeveningsunshine。Childrenwereplayingonthesteps。Fathersweresmokingatthelintel。Smilingfaceslookedoutfromthevariousanddarklingdraperieswithwhichthewarehouseswerehung。
Ringletsglossy，andcurly，andjetty——eyesblackasnight——
midsummernight——whenitlightens；haughtynosesbendinglikebeaksofeagles——eagerquiveringnostrils——lipscurvedlikethebowofLove——everymanormaiden，everybabeormatroninthatEnglishJewryboreinhiscountenanceoneormoreofthesecharacteristicsofhispeerlessArabrace。”Howbeautifultheyare！”musedCodlingsby，ashesurveyedtheseplacidgroupscalmlytakingtheirpleasureinthesunset。”D’youvanttolookatanishecoat？”avoicesaid，whichmadehimstart；andthensomeonebehindhimbeganhandlingamasterpieceofStultz’swithafamiliaritywhichwouldhavemadethebarontremble。”RafaelMendoza！”exclaimedGodfrey。”Thesame，LordCodlingsby，”theindividualsoapostrophizedreplied。”Itoldyouweshouldmeetagainwhereyouwouldlittleexpectme。Willitpleaseyoutoenter？thisisFriday，andwecloseatsunset。Itrejoicesmyhearttowelcomeyouhome。”SosayingRafaellaidhishandonhisbreast，andbowed，anorientalreverence。AlltracesoftheaccentwithwhichhefirstaddressedLordCodlingsbyhadvanished:itwasdisguise；halftheHebrew’slifeisadisguise。Heshieldshimselfincraft，sincetheNormanboorspersecutedhim。
Theypassedunderanawningofoldclothes，tawdryfripperies，greasyspangles，andbatteredmasks，intoashopasblackandhideousastheentrancewasfoul。”THISyourhome，Rafael？”saidLordCodlingsby。”Whynot？”Rafaelanswered。”IamtiredofSchlossSchinkenstein；
theRhineboresmeafterawhile。ItistoohotforFlorence；
besidestheyhavenotcompletedthepicture-gallery，andmyplacesmellsofputty。Youwouldn’thaveaman，moncher，buryhimselfinhischateauinNormandy，outofthehuntingseason？TheRugantinoPalacestupefiesme。ThoseTitiansaresogloomy，I
shallhavemyHobbimasandTenierses，Ithink，frommyhouseattheHaguehungoverthem。””Howmanycastles，palaces，houses，warehouses，shops，haveyou，Rafael？”LordCodlingsbyasked，laughing。”Thisisone，”Rafaelanswered。”Comein。”
II。
Thenoiseintheoldtownwasterrific；GreatTomwasboomingsullenlyovertheuproar；thebellofSaintMary’swasclangingwithalarm；St。Giles’stocsinchimedfuriously；howls，curses，flightsofbrickbats，stonesshiveringwindows，groansofwoundedmen，criesoffrightenedfemales，cheersofeithercontendingpartyasitchargedtheenemyfromCarfaxtoTrumpingtonStreet，proclaimedthatthebattlewasatitsheight。
InBerlintheywouldhavesaiditwasarevolution，andthecuirassierswouldhavebeencharging，sabreinhand，amidstthatinfuriatemob。InFrancetheywouldhavebroughtdownartillery，andplayedonitwithtwenty-fourpounders。InCambridgenobodyheededthedisturbance——itwasaTownandGownrow。
Therowaroseataboat-race。TheTownboat(mannedbyeightstoutBargees，withtheredoubtedRullockforstroke)hadbumpedtheBrazenoselightoar，usuallyattheheadoftheriver。Highwordsaroseregardingthedispute。AfterreturningfromGranchester，whentheboatspulledbacktoChristchurchmeadows，thedisturbancebetweentheTownsmenandtheUniversityyouths——theirinvariableopponents——grewlouderandmoreviolent，untilitbrokeoutinopenbattle。SparringandskirmishingtookplacealongthepleasantfieldsthatleadfromtheUniversitygatedowntothebroadandshiningwatersoftheCam，andunderthewallsofBalliolandSidneySussex。TheDukeofBellamont(thenadashingyoungsizaratExeter)hadacoupleofroundswithBillyButt，thebow-oaroftheBargeeboat。VavasourofBrazenosewasengagedwithapowerfulbutcher，awell-knownchampionoftheTownparty，when，thegreatUniversitybellsringingtodinner，trucewascalledbetweenthecombatants，andtheyretiredtotheirseveralcollegesforrefection。
Duringtheboat-race，agentlemanpullinginacanoe，andsmokinganarghilly，hadattractednoordinaryattention。Herowedaboutahundredyardsaheadoftheboatsintherace，sothathecouldhaveagoodviewofthatcuriouspastime。Iftheeight-oarsnearedhim，withafewrapidstrokesofhisflashingpaddleshisboatshotafurlongahead；thenhewouldwait，surveyingtherace，andsendingupvolumesofodorfromhiscoolnarghilly。”Whoishe？”askedthecrowdswhopantedalongtheshore，encouraging，accordingtoCambridgewont，theeffortsoftheoarsmenintherace。TownandGownalikeaskedwhoitwas，who，withaneasesoprovoking，inabarquesosingular，withaformseeminglysoslight，butaskillsoprodigious，beattheirbestmen。Noanswercouldbegiventothequery，savethatagentlemaninadarktravelling-chariot，precededbysixfourgonsandacourier，hadarrivedthedaybeforeatthe”HoopInn，”oppositeBrazenose，andthatthestrangerofthecanoeseemedtobetheindividualinquestion。
Nowondertheboat，thatalladmiredso，couldcompetewithanythateverwaswroughtbyCambridgeartificerorPutneyworkman。
Thatboat——slim，shining，andshootingthroughthewaterlikeapikeafterasmallfish——wasacaiquefromTophana；ithaddistancedtheSultan’soarsmenandthebestcrewsoftheCapitanPashaintheBosphorus；itwastheworkmanshipofTogrul-Beg，CaikjeeBasheeofhisHighness。TheBasheehadrefusedfiftythousandtomaunsfromCountBoutenieff，theRussianAmbassador，forthatlittlemarvel。Whenhisheadwastakenoff，theFatherofBelieverspresentedtheboattoRafaelMendoza。
ItwasRafaelMendozathatsavedtheTurkishmonarchyafterthebattleofNezeeb。BysendingthreemillionsofpiastrestotheSeraskier；bybribingColoneldeSt。Cornichon，theFrenchenvoyinthecampofthevictoriousIbrahim，themarchoftheEgyptianarmywasstopped——themenacedempireoftheOttomanswassavedfromruin；theMarchionessofStokepogis，ourambassador’slady，appearedinasuiteofdiamondswhichoutblazedeventheRomanoffjewels，andRafaelMendozaobtainedthelittlecaique。Henevertravelledwithoutit。Itwasscarcelyheavierthananarm-chair。
Baroni，thecourier，hadcarrieditdowntotheCamthatmorning，andRafaelhadseenthesingularsportwhichwehavementioned。
Thedinnerover，theyoungmenrushedfromtheircolleges，flushed，full-fed，andeagerforbattle。IftheGownwasangry，theTown，too，wasonthealert。FromIfflyandBarnwell，fromfactoryandmill，fromwharfandwarehouse，theTownpouredouttomeettheenemy，andtheirbattlewassoongeneral。FromtheAddenbrook’shospitaltotheBlenheimturnpike，allCambridgewasinanuproar——
thecollegegatesclosed——theshopsbarricaded——theshop-boysawayinsupportoftheirbrothertownsmen——thebattleraged，andtheGownhadtheworstofthefight。
AluncheonofmanycourseshadbeenprovidedforRafaelMendozaathisinn；buthesmiledattheclumsyeffortsoftheuniversitycookstoentertainhim，andacoupleofdatesandaglassofwaterformedhismeal。Invainthediscomfitedlandlordpressedhimtopartakeoftheslightedbanquet。”Abreakfast！psha！”saidhe。”Mygoodman，Ihavenineteencooks，atsalariesrisingfromfourhundredayear。Icanhaveadinneratanyhour；butaTownandGownrow”(abrickbathereflyingthroughthewindowcrashedthecaraffeofwaterinMendoza’shand)——”aTownandGownrowisanoveltytome。TheTownhasthebestofit，clearly，though:themenoutnumberthelads。Ha，agoodblow！Howthattalltownsmanwentdownbeforeyonderslimyoungfellowinthescarlettrenchercap。””ThatistheLordCodlingsby，”thelandlordsaid。”Alightweight，butaprettyfighter，”Mendozaremarked。”Wellhitwithyourleft，LordCodlingsby；wellparried，LordCodlingsby；
claretdrawn，byJupiter！””Oursiswerryfine，”thelandlordsaid。”WillyourHighnesshaveChateauMargauxorLafitte？””Henevercanbegoingtomatchhimselfagainstthatbargeman！”
Rafaelexclaimed，asanenormousboatman——nootherthanRullock——
indeed，themostfamousbruiserofCambridge，andbeforewhosefiststheGownsmenwentdownlikeninepins——foughthiswayuptothespotwhere，withadmirablespiritandresolution，LordCodlingsbyandoneortwoofhisfriendsweremakingheadagainstanumberofthetown。
Theyoungnoblefacedthehugechampionwiththegallantryofhisrace，butwasnomatchfortheenemy’sstrengthandweightandsinew，andwentdownateveryround。Thebrutalfellowhadnomercyonthelad。HissavagetreatmentchafedMendozaasheviewedtheunequalcombatfromtheinn-window。”Holdyourhand！”hecriedtothisGoliath；”don’tyouseehe’sbutaboy？””Downhegoesagain！”thebargemancried，notheedingtheinterruption。”Downhegoesagain:Ilikeswappingalord！””Coward！”shoutedMendoza；andtoflingopenthewindowamidstashowerofbrickbats，tovaultoverthebalcony，toslidedownoneofthepillarstotheground，wasaninstant’swork。
Atthenexthestoodbeforetheenormousbargeman……
Afterthecoroner’sinquest，Mendozagavetenthousandpoundstoeachofthebargeman’stenchildren，anditwasthushisfirstacquaintancewasformedwithLordCodlingsby。
ButwearelingeringonthethresholdofthehouseinHolywellStreet。Letusgoin。
III。
GodfreyandRafaelpassedfromthestreetintotheoutershopoftheoldmansioninHolywellStreet。Itwasamasqueradewarehousetoallappearance。Adark-eyeddamselofthenationwasstandingatthedarkandgrimycounter，strewedwitholdfeathers，oldyellowhoots，oldstagemantles，paintedmasks，blindandyetgazingatyouwithalookofsaddeath-likeintelligencefromthevacancybehindtheirsockets。
Amedicalstudentwastryingoneofthedoubletsoforange-tawnyandsilver，slashedwithdirtylightblue。Hewasgoingtoamasqueradethatnight。HethoughtPollyPattenswouldadmirehiminthedress——PollyPattens，thefairestofmaids-of-all-work——theBoroughVenus，adoredbyhalftheyouthofGuy’s。”Youlooklikeaprinceinit，Mr。Lint，”prettyRachelsaid，coaxinghimwithherbeadyblackeyes。”ItISthecheese，”repliedMr。Lint；”itain’tthedressthatdon’tsuit，myroseofSharon；it’stheFIGURE。Hullo，Rafael，isthatyou，myladofsealing-wax？Comeandintercedeformewiththiswildgazelle；shesaysIcan’thaveitunderfifteenbobforthenight。Andit’stoomuch:cussmeifit’snottoomuch，unlessyou’lltakemylittlebillattwomonths，Rafael。””There’sasweetprettybrigand’sdressyoumayhaveforhalfdemonish，”Rafaelreplied；”there’sasplendidclownforeightbob；
butfordatSpanishdress，selpmaMoshesh，MistraerLint，ve’daskaguineaofanybutyou。Here’sagentlemanshjustcometolookatit。Look’ear，Mr。Brownsh，didyoueversheeanishertingdandat？”Sosaying，RafaelturnedtoLordCodlingsbywiththeutmostgravity，anddisplayedtohimthegarmentaboutwhichtheyoungmedicuswashaggling。”Cheapatthemoney，”Codlingsbyreplied；”ifyouwon’tmakeupyourmind，sir，Ishouldliketoengageitmyself。”ButthethoughtthatanothershouldappearbeforePollyPattensinthatcostumewastoomuchforMr。Lint；heagreedtopaythefifteenshillingsforthegarment。AndRafael，pocketingthemoneywithperfectsimplicity，said，”Disvay，Mr。Brownsh:dere’ssometingvillshootyouinthenextshop。”
LordCodlingsbyfollowedhim，wondering。”Youaresurprisedatoursystem，”saidRafael，markingtheevidentbewildermentofhisfriend。”Confessyouwouldcallitmeanness——
myhucksteringwithyonderyoungfool。Icallitsimplicity。Whythrowawayashillingwithoutneed？Ourraceneverdid。A
shillingisfourmen’sbread:shallIdisdaintodefilemyfingersbyholdingthemoutreliefintheirnecessity？Itisyouwhoaremean——youNormans——notweoftheancientrace。Youhaveyourvulgarmeasurementforgreatthingsandsmall。Youcallathousandpoundsrespectable，andashekeldespicable。Psha，myCodlingsby！
Oneisastheother。Itradeinpenniesandinmillions。Iamaboveorbelowneither。”
Theywerepassingthroughasecondshop，smellingstronglyofcedar，and，infact，piledupwithbalesofthosepencilswhichtheyoungHebrewsareinthehabitofvendingthroughthestreets。”I
havesoldbundlesandbundlesofthese，”saidRafael。”MylittlebrotherisnowoutwithorangesinPiccadilly。IambringinghimuptobeheadofourhouseatAmsterdam。Wealldoit。IhadmyselftoseeRothschildinEatonPlacethismorning，abouttheIrishloan，ofwhichIhavetakenthreemillions:andasIwantedtowalk，Icarriedthebag。”YoushouldhaveseentheastonishmentofLaudaLatymer，theArchbishopofCroydon’sdaughter，asshewaspassingSt。Bennet’s，Knightsbridge，andasshefanciedsherecognizedinthemanwhowascryingoldclothesthegentlemanwithwhomshehadtalkedattheCountdeSt。Aulair’sthenightbefore。”SomethinglikeablushflushedoverthepalefeaturesofMendozaashementionedtheLadyLauda’sname。”Comeon，”saidhe。Theypassedthroughvariouswarehouses——theorangeroom，thesealing-waxroom，thesix-bladedknifedepartment，andfinallycametoanoldbaizedoor。Rafaelopenedthebaizedoorbysomesecretcontrivance，andtheywereinablackpassage，withacurtainattheend。
Heclappedhishands；thecurtainattheendofthepassagedrewback，andafloodofgoldenlightstreamedontheHebrewandhisvisitor。
CHAPTERXXIV。
Theyenteredamoderate-sizedapartment——indeed，HolywellStreetisnotaboveahundredyardslong，andthischamberwasnotmorethanhalfthatlength——itwasfittedupwiththesimpletasteofitsowner。
Thecarpetwasofwhitevelvet——(laidoverseveralwebsofAubusson，Ispahan，andAxminster，sothatyourfootgavenomoresoundasittrodupontheyieldingplainthantheshadowdidwhichfollowedyou)——ofwhitevelvet，paintedwithflowers，arabesques，andclassicfigures，bySirWilliamRoss，J。M。W。Turner，R。A。，Mrs。Mee，andPaulDelaroche。Theedgeswerewroughtwithseed-pearls，andfringedwithValencienneslaceandbullion。Thewallswerehungwithclothofsilver，embroideredwithgoldfigures，overwhichwereworkedpomegranates，polyanthuses，andpassion-flowers，inruby，amethyst，andsmaragd。Thedropsofdewwhichtheartificerhadsprinkledontheflowerswerediamonds。Thehangingswereoverhungbypicturesyetmorecostly。Giorgionethegorgeous，Titianthegolden，Rubenstheruddyandpulpy(thePanofPainting)，someofMurillo’sbeatifiedshepherdesses，whosmileonyououtofdarknesslikeastar，afewscorefirst-classLeonardos，andfiftyofthemaster-piecesofthepatronofJuliusandLeo，theImperialgeniusofUrbino，coveredthewallsofthelittlechamber。Divansofcarvedambercoveredwitherminewentroundtheroom，andinthemidstwasafountain，patteringandbabblingwithjetsofdouble-distilledottoofroses。”Pipes，Goliath！”Rafaelsaidgaylytoalittlenegrowithasilvercollar(hespoketohiminhisnativetongueofDongola)；andwelcometooursnuggery，myCodlingsby。Wearequieterherethaninthefrontofthehouse，andIwantedtoshowyouapicture。I’mproudofmypictures。ThatLeonardocamefromGenoa，andwasagifttoourfatherfrommycousin，MarshalManasseh:thatMurillowaspawnedtomyunclebyMarieAntoinettebeforetheflighttoVarennes——thepoorladycouldnotredeemthepledge，youknow，andthepictureremainswithus。AsfortheRafael，Isupposeyouareawarethathewasoneofourpeople。Butwhatareyougazingat？
Oh！mysister——Iforgot。Miriam！thisistheLordCodlingsby。”
Shehadbeenseatedatanivorypianoforteonamother-of-pearlmusic-stool，tryingasonataofHerz。Sherosewhenthusapostrophized。MiriamdeMendozaroseandgreetedthestranger。
TheTalmudrelatesthatAdamhadtwowives——Zillahthedarkbeauty；
Evathefairone。TheringletsofZillahwereblack；thoseofEvaweregolden。TheeyesofZillahwerenight；thoseofEvaweremorning。Codlingsbywasfair——ofthefairSaxonraceofHengistandHorsa——theycalledhimMissCodlingsbyatschool；buthowmuchfairerwasMiriamtheHebrew！
Herhairhadthatdeepglowingtingeinitwhichhasbeenthedelightofallpainters，andwhich，therefore，thevulgarsneerat。
Itwasofburningauburn。Meanderingoverherfairestshouldersintwentythousandminuteringlets，ithungtoherwaistandbelowit。
Alightbluevelvetfilletclaspedwithadiamondaigrette(valuedattwohundredthousandtomauns，andboughtfromLieutenantVicovich，whohadreceiveditfromDostMahomed)，withasimplebirdofparadise，formedherhead-gear。Asea-greencymarwithshortsleeves，displayedherexquisitelymouldedarmstoperfection，andwasfastenedbyagirdleofemeraldsoverayellowsatinfrock。
Pinkgauzetrousersspangledwithsilver，andslippersofthesamecolorasthebandwhichclaspedherringlets(butsocoveredwithpearlsthattheoriginalhueofthecharminglittlepapooshdisappearedentirely)completedhercostume。Shehadthreenecklaceson，eachofwhichwouldhavedoweredaPrincess——herfingersglistenedwithringstotheirrosytips，andpricelessbracelets，bangles，andarmletswoundroundanarmthatwaswhiterthantheivorygrandpianoonwhichitleaned。
AsMiriamdeMendozagreetedthestranger，turninguponhimthesolemnwelcomeofhereyes，Codlingsbyswoonedalmostinthebrightnessofherbeauty。Itwaswellshespoke；thesweetkindvoicerestoredhimtoconsciousness。Mutteringafewwordsofincoherentrecognition，hesankuponasandalwoodsettee，asGoliath，thelittleslave，broughtaromaticcoffeeincupsofopal，andalabasterspittoons，andpipesofthefragrantGibelly。”Mylord’spipeisout，”saidMiriamwithasmile，remarkingthebewildermentofherguest——whointruthforgottosmoke——andtakingupathousandpoundnotefromabundleonthepiano，shelighteditatthetaperandproceededtore-illuminetheextinguishedchiboukofLordCodlingsby。
IV。
WhenMiriam，returningtothemother-of-pearlmusic-stool，atasignalfromherbrother，touchedthesilverandenamelledkeysoftheivorypiano，andbegantosing，LordCodlingsbyfeltasifhewerelisteningatthegatesofParadise，orwerehearingJennyLind。”LindisthenameoftheHebrewrace；soisMendelssohn，thesonofAlmonds；soisRosenthal，theValleyoftheRoses:soisLoweorLewisorLyonsorLion。Thebeautifulandthebravealikegivecognizancestotheancientpeople:youSaxonscallyourselvesBrown，orSmith，orRodgers，”Rafaelobservedtohisfriend；and，drawingtheinstrumentfromhispocket，heaccompaniedhissister，inthemostravishingmanner，onalittlegoldandjewelledharp，ofthekindpeculiartohisnation。
AlltheairswhichtheHebrewmaidselectedwerewrittenbycomposersofherrace；itwaseitherahymnbyRossini，apolaccabyBraham，adeliciousromancebySloman，oramelodybyWeber，that，thrillingonthestringsoftheinstrument，wakenedaharmonyonthefibresoftheheart；butshesangnootherthanthesongsofhernation。”Beautifulone！singever，singalways，”Codlingsbythought。”I
couldsitatthyfeetasunderagreenpalm-tree，andfancythatParadise-birdsweresingingintheboughs。”
Rafaelreadhisthoughts。”WehaveSaxonbloodtooinourveins，”
hesaid。”Yousmile！butitisevenso。AnancestressofoursmadeamesallianceinthereignofyourKingJohn。HernamewasRebecca，daughterofIsaacofYork，andshemarriedinSpain，whithershehadfledtotheCourtofKingBoabdil，SirWilfredofIvanhoe；thenawidowerbythedemiseofhisfirstlady，Rowena。
ThematchwasdeemedacruelinsultamongstourpeoplebutWilfredconformed，andwasaRabbiofsomenoteatthesynagogueofCordova。Wearedescendedfromhimlineally。ItistheonlyblotupontheescutcheonoftheMendozas。”
Astheysattalkingtogether，themusicfinished，andMiriamhavingretired(thoughhersongandherbeautywerestillpresenttothesoulofthestranger)atasignalfromMendoza，variousmessengersfromtheouterapartmentscameintotransactbusinesswithhim。
FirstitwasMr。Aminadab，whokissedhisfoot，andbroughtpaperstosign。”HowisthehouseinGrosvenorSquare，Aminadab；andisyoursontiredofhisyachtyet？”Mendozaasked。”Thatismytwenty-fourthcashier，”saidRafaeltoCodlingsby，whentheobsequiousclerkwentaway。”Heisfondofdisplay，andallmypeoplemayhavewhatmoneytheylike。”
EnteredpresentlytheLordBareacres，ontheaffairofhismortgage。TheLordBareacres，struttingintotheapartmentwithahaughtyair，shrankback，nevertheless，withsurpriseonbeholdingthemagnificencearoundhim。”LittleMordecai，”saidRafaeltoalittleorange-boy，whocameinattheheelsofthenoble，”takethisgentlemanoutandlethimhavetenthousandpounds。Ican’tdomoreforyou，mylord，thanthis——I’mbusy。Good-by！”AndRafaelwavedhishandtothepeer，andfelltosmokinghisnarghilly。
Amanwithasquareface，cat-likeeyes，andayellowmoustache，camenext。Hehadanhour-glassofawaist，andwalkeduneasilyuponhishigh-heeledboots。”Tellyourmasterthatheshallhavetwomillionsmore，butnotanothershilling，”Rafaelsaid。Thatstoryaboutthefive-and-twentymillionsofreadymoneyatCronstadtisallbosh。Theywon’tbelieveitinEurope。Youunderstandme，CountGrogomoffski？””ButhisImperialMajestysaidfourmillions，andIshallgettheknoutunless——””GoandspeaktoMr。Shadrach，inroomZ94，thefourthcourt，”
saidMendozagood-naturedly。”Leavemeatpeace，Count:don’tyouseeitisFriday，andalmostsunset？”TheCalmuckenvoyretiredcringing，andleftanodorofmuskandcandle-greasebehindhim。
Anorange-man；anemissaryfromLolaMontes；adealerinpipingbullfinches；andaCardinalindisguise，withaproposalforanewloanforthePope，wereheardbyturns；andeach，afterarapidcolloquyinhisownlanguage，wasdismissedbyRafael。”ThequeenmustcomebackfromAranjuez，orthatkingmustbedisposedof，”Rafaelexclaimed，asayellow-facedamabassadorfromSpain，GeneraltheDukeofOllaPodrida，lefthim。”Whichshallitbe，myCodlingsby？”Codlingsbywasaboutlaughinglytoanswer——forindeedhewasamazedtofindalltheaffairsoftheworldrepresentedhere，andHolywellStreetthecentreofEurope——whenthreeknocksofapeculiarnaturewereheard，andMendozastartingup，said，”Ha！thereareonlyfourmenintheworldwhoknowthatsignal。”Atonce，andwithareverencequitedistinctfromhisformernonchalantmanner，headvancedtowardsthenew-comer。
Hewasanoldman——anoldmanevidently，too，oftheHebrewrace——
thelightofhiseyeswasunfathomable——abouthismouththereplayedaninscrutablesmile。Hehadacottonumbrella，andoldtrousers，andoldboots，andanoldwig，curlingatthetoplikearottenoldpear。
Hesatdown，asiftired，inthefirstseatathand，asRafaelmadehimthelowestreverence。”Iamtired，”sayshe；”Ihavecomeinfifteenhours。IamillatNeuilly，”headdedwithagrin。”Getmesomeeausucree，andtellmethenews，PrincedeMendoza。Thesebreadrows；thisunpopularityofGuizot；thisodiousSpanishconspiracyagainstmydarlingMontpensieranddaughter；thisferocityofPalmerstonagainstColetti，makesmequiteill。Givemeyouropinion，mydearduke。
Butha！whomhavewehere？”
Theaugustindividualwhohadspoken，hadusedtheHebrewlanguagetoaddressMendoza，andtheLordCodlingsbymighteasilyhavepleadedignoranceofthattongue。ButhehadbeenatCambridge，wherealltheyouthacquireitperfectly。”SIRE，”saidhe，”IwillnotdisguisefromyouthatIknowtheancienttongueinwhichyouspeak。ThereareprobablysecretsbetweenMendozaandyourMaj——””Hush！”saidRafael，leadinghimfromtheroom。”Aurevoir，dearCodlingsby。HisMajestyisoneofUS，”hewhisperedatthedoor；”soisthePopeofRome；sois……”——awhisperconcealedtherest。”Graciouspowers！isitso？”saidCodlingsby，musing。HeenteredintoHolywellStreet。Thesunwassinking。”Itistime，”saidhe，”togoandfetchArmidatotheOlympic。”
PHILFOGARTY。
ATALEOFTHEFIGHTINGONETY-ONETH。
BYHARRYROLLICKER。
I。
Thegabionwasours。Aftertwohours’fightingwewereinpossessionofthefirstembrasure，andmadeourselvesascomfortableascircumstanceswouldadmit。JackDelamere，TomDelancy，JerryBlake，theDoctor，andmyself，satdownunderapontoon，andourservantslaidoutahastysupperonatumbrel。ThoughCambacereshadescapedmesoprovokinglyafterIcuthimdown，hisspoilsweremine；acoldfowlandaBolognasausagewerefoundintheMarshal’sholsters；andinthehaversackofaFrenchprivatewholayacorpseontheglacis，wefoundaloafofbread，histhreedays’ration。
Insteadofsalt，wehadgunpowder；andyoumaybesure，wherevertheDoctorwas，aflaskofgoodbrandywasbehindhiminhisinstrument-case。Wesatdownandmadeasoldier’ssupper。TheDoctorpulledafewofthedeliciousfruitfromthelemon-treesgrowingnear(androundwhichtheCarabineersandthe24thLegerhadmadeadesperaterally)，andpunchwasbrewedinJackDelamere’shelmet。”’Faith，itneverhadsomuchwitinitbefore，”saidtheDoctor，asheladledoutthedrink。Weallroaredwithlaughing，excepttheguardsman，whowasassavageasaTurkatachristening。”Buvez-en，”saidoldSawbonestoourFrenchprisoner；”cavousferadubien，monvieuxcoq！”andtheColonel，whosewoundhadbeenjustdressed，eagerlygraspedattheprofferedcup，anddraineditwithahealthtothedonors。
Howstrangearethechancesofwar！ButhalfanhourbeforeheandIwereengagedinmortalcombat，andourprisonerwasallbutmyconqueror。GrapplingwithCambaceres，whomIknockedfromhishorse，andwasabouttodespatch，Ifeltalungebehind，whichluckilywasparriedbymysabretache；aherculeangraspwasatthenextinstantatmythroat——Iwasontheground——myprisonerhadescaped，andagiganticwarriorintheuniformofacoloneloftheregimentofArtoisglaringovermewithpointedsword。”Rends-toi，coquin！”saidhe。”AllezanDiable！”saidI:”aFogartyneversurrenders。”
Ithoughtofmypoormotherandmysisters，attheoldhouseinKillaloo——Ifeltthetipofhisbladebetweenmyteeth——Ibreathedaprayer，andshutmyeyes——whenthetableswereturned——thebutt-
endofLantyClancy’smusketknockedtheswordupandbrokethearmthatheldit。”Thonamoundiaoulnabochlish，”saidtheFrenchofficer，withacurseinthepurestIrish。ItwasluckyIstoppedlaughingtimeenoughtobidLantyholdhishand，forthehonestfellowwouldelsehavebrainedmygallantadversary。Wewerethebetterfriendsforourcombat，aswhatgallantheartsarenot？
Thebreachwastobestormedatsunset，andliketruesoldierswesatdowntomakethemostofourtime。TherogueofaDoctortooktheliver-wingforhisshare——wegavetheothertoourguest，aprisoner；thosescoundrelsJackDelamereandTomDelaneytookthelegs——and，’faith，poorIwasputoffwiththePope’snoseandabitoftheback。”Howd’yelikehisHoliness’sFAYTURE？”saidJerryBlake。”Anyhowyou’llhaveaMERRYTHOUGHT，”criedtheincorrigibleDoctor，andallthepartyshriekedatthewitticism。”Demortuisnilnisibonum，”saidJack，holdingupthedrumstickclean。”’Faith，there’snotenoughofittomakeusCHICKEN-HEARTED，anyhow，”saidI；”come，boys，let’shaveasong。””Heregoes，”saidTomDelaney，andsungthefollowinglyric，ofhisowncomposition——”DearJack，thiswhitemugthatwithGuinnessIfill，AnddrinktothehealthofsweetNanofthehill，WasonceTommyTosspot’s，asjovialasot，Ase’erdrewaspigot，ordrain’dafullpot——
Indrinkingallround’twashisjoytosurpass，Andwithallmerrytipplersheswigg’doffhisglass。”Onemorninginsummer，whileseatedsosnug，Intheporchofhisgarden，discussinghisjug，SternDeath，onasudden，toTomdidappear，Andsaid，’HonestThomas，cometakeyourlastbier；’
Wekneadedhisclayintheshapeofthiscan，FromwhichletusdrinktothehealthofmyNan。””Psha！”saidtheDoctor，”I’veheardthatsongbefore；here’sanewoneforyou，boys！”andSawbonesbegan，inarichCorkagianvoice——”You’veallheardofLarryO’Toole，OfthebeautifultownofDrumgoole；
Hehadbutoneeye，Toogleyeby——
Oh，murther，butthatwasajew’l！
AfoolHemadeofdegirls，disO’Toole。”’Twashewastheboydidn’tfail，Thattuckdownpatatiesandmail；
HeneverwouldshrinkFromanysthrongdthrink，WasitwhiskyorDroghedaale；
I’mbailThisLarrywouldswallowapail。”Oh，manyanightatthebowl，WithLarryI’vesotcheekbyjowl；
He’sgonetohisrest，Wherethere’sdthrinkofthebest，AndsoletusgivehisoldsowlAhowl，Fortwashemadethenoggintorowl。”
IobservedtheFrenchColonel’seyeglistenedasheheardthesewell-knownaccentsofhiscountrybutweweretoowell-bredtopretendtoremarkhisemotion。
Thesunwassettingbehindthemountainsasoursongswerefinished，andeachbegantolookoutwithsomeanxietyforthepreconcertedsignal，therocketfromSirHusseyVivian’squarters，whichwastoannouncetherecommencementofhostilities。Itcamejustasthemoonroseinhersilversplendor，anderetherocket-
stickfellquiveringtotheearthatthefeetofGeneralPictonandSirLowryCole，whowereattheirpostsattheheadofthestorming-parties，ninehundredandninetyninegunsinpositionopenedtheirfirefromourbatteries，whichwereansweredbyatremendouscanonnadefromthefort。”Who’sgoingtodance？”saidtheDoctor:”theball’sbegun。Ha！
theregoespoorJackDelamere’sheadoff！Theballchoseasoftone，anyhow。Comehere，Tim，tillImendyourleg。Yourwifehasneedonlyknithalfasmanystockingsnextyear，Doolanmyboy。
Faix！theregoesabigonehadwellnighstoppedmytalking:bedad！
ithassnuffedthefeatheroffmycockedhat！”
Inthisway，witheighty-four-poundersroaringoveruslikehail，theundauntedlittleDoctorpursuedhisjokesandhisduty。Thathehadafeelingheart，allwhoservedwithhimknew，andnonemoresothanPhilipFogarty，thehumblewriterofthistaleofwar。
Ourembrasurewasluckilybomb-proof，andthedetachmentoftheOnety-onethundermyorderssufferedcomparativelylittle。”Becool，boys，”Isaid；”itwillbehotenoughworkforyouerelong。”
ThehonestfellowsansweredwithanIrishcheer。Isawthatitaffectedourprisoner。”Countryman，”saidI，”Iknowyou；butanIrishmanwasneveratraitor。””Taisez-vous！”saidhe，puttinghisfingertohislip。”C’estlafortunedelaguerre:ifeveryoucometoParis，askfortheMarquisd’O’Mahony，andImayrenderyouthehospitalitywhichyourtyrannouslawspreventmefromexercisingintheancestralhallsofmyownrace。”
Ishookhimwarmlybythehandasatearbedimmedhiseye。Itwas，then，thecelebratedcoloneloftheIrishBrigade，createdaMarquisbyNapoleononthefieldofAusterlitz！”Marquis，”saidI，”thecountrywhichdisownsyouisproudofyou；
but——ha！here，ifImistakenot，comesoursignaltoadvance。”Andinfact，CaptainVandeleur，ridingupthroughtheshowerofshot，askedforthecommanderofthedetachment，andbademeholdmyselfinreadinesstomoveassoonastheflankcompaniesoftheNinety-
ninth，andSixty-sixth，andtheGrenadierBrigadeoftheGermanLegionbegantoadvanceuptheechelon。Thedevotedbandsoonarrived；JackBowserheadingtheNinety-ninth(whenwasheawayandastorming-partytothefore？)，andthegallantPotztausend，withhisHanoverianveterans。
Thesecondrocketflewup。”Forward，Onety-oneth！”criedI，inavoiceofthunder。”Killalooboys，followyourcaptain！”andwithashrillhurray，thatsoundedabovethetremendousfirefromthefort，wesprunguponthesteep；
BowserwiththebraveNinety-ninth，andtheboldPotztausend，keepingwellupwithus。Wepassedthedemilune，wepassedtheculverin，bayonetingtheartillerymenattheirguns；weadvancedacrossthetwotremendousdemiluneswhichflankthecounterscarp，andpreparedforthefinalspringuponthecitadel。SoultIcouldseequitepaleonthewall；andthescoundrelCambaceres，whohadbeensonearlymyprisonerthatday，trembledashecheeredhismen。”On，boys，on！”Ihoarselyexclaimed。”Hurroo！”saidthefightingOnety-oneth。
Buttherewasamovementamongtheenemy。Anofficer，glitteringwithorders，andanotherinagraycoatandacockedhat，cametothewall，andIrecognizedtheEmperorNapoleonandthefamousJoachimMurat。”Wearehardlypressed，methinks，”Napoleonsaidsternly。”Imustexercisemyoldtradeasanartilleryman；”andMuratloaded，andtheEmperorpointedtheonlyhundred-and-twenty-four-pounderthathadnotbeensilencedbyourfire。”Hurray，Killalooboys！”shoutedI。Thenextmomentasensationofnumbnessanddeathseizedme，andIlaylikeacorpseupontherampart。
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