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is it ?” he asked going close to her. It rying back as fast as the Highland Railis not often that one person can plainly way would carry him. He experienced hear the beating of another's heart ; he in Inverness one of those minor calamities heard it then. A feeling of tenderness which are not very mueh in themselves, and sympathy such as he had never known but which, when great misfortunes happen before came over him, and without tak- to be absent, come and do their best to eming a thought of what he was doinghe bitter our lives. In a word, he lost his put his arm round her waist.“ Samela !” bunch of keys and had to have his porthe whispered.
manteau cut open. The loss was to him For one moment-for one moment, inexplicable. He always carried them in and the remembrance of that short passage his coat pocket, and he had felt them of time will thrill him till he dies—he be. there after leaving the inn, rattling against lieved that the pressure was returned. his pipe. Now, as may easily be imagThen she started from his grasp, and ined, his mind was too heavily burdened sprang from him half across the road ; with a real sorrow to give more than a her breath came short and quick and she passing thought to this minor trouble. seemed to hake as a patient does in an Gibbs looked forward with great appreague-fit.
hension to his return to the inn. He “ Samela !” he cried again, frightened dreaded meeting Samela ; he could not at her intense agitation. But she could imagine on what footing they could be not speak, and the thought ran through now ; he thought that she must have rehis brain that he had been ungenerous in sented his conduct to her the more betaking advantage of her as he had done.
cause he was as it were her guardian that “You will forgive me ?'' he asked gen- night ; perhaps she imagined that the tly. “I will never offend you so again. whole affair had been arranged between I did not know that you disliked me-s0 her father and himself. At all events he
felt it would be very difficult to know how “Oh no! no! no !" cried the girl, to carry himself before her. And still, at and her wailing voice would have told the bottom of his heart, the man had some him, if there had been any need of telling, kind of a feeling that all might come right whose it was he had heard in the room yet. at the inn. " It is not that. Go on ! go The landlord was waiting for him at the on ! You must go on ! I must go back !” station, and as they drove up the glen was She pointed forward and then herself eloquent on the glory of the wedding turned back.
which had taken place the previous day. “ You cannot go back alone,” exclaimed Such a feast ! so many carriages ! so Gibbs ; " I must go with you. Nay,” he many presents ! and such a good looking went on as she shook her head and quick- bride ! ened her step, “I will not speak a word, “ How is the Professor's foot ?'' asked but just walk behind you. You will trust Gibbs, who could take no interest in brides me to do that ?” But still she waved that day, and was anxious to find out if him off ; he advanced toward her and the landlord had noticed anything wrong. then she began to run.
“ There's no muckle the matter with “Good Heavens !” cried Gibbs in an his foot, I'm thinking,” replied the landagony of despair, what have I done to lord ; at any rate he's gone. frighten her like this !"
“ Gone !" cried Gibbs. Do not follow me !" she implored ; “Ay," replied the landlord, “he is “I beg you !" Then John Gibbs stood that. He went off in a great hurry to still in the middle of the road and watched catch the first train this morning.” the shadowy figure till it was lost in the " And his daughter, is she gone ?" blackness beyond.
gasped Gibbs. Our fisherman was in a poor state to “Gone too,” answered the driver consider an intricate business matter the cheerfully, evidently enjoying the sensanext day. The lawyer wondered at his tion he was causing. Indeed, I underabsence of mind, that such a one should stand it was on her account they went ; have been chosen for so important a trust. he told ine that she was not well, and But at last what had to be settled was that she must see a London doctor at settled, and the afternoon found him ur. once." And as the worthy man said this
he turned round and looked hard at his It was an unfathomable mystery-a myscompanion.
tery which it seemed to him could never This intelligence was a terrible blow to be explained. Gibbs. How gladly now would he have Abstractedly he took up the calf bindgone through the meeting he had dreaded ing, remembering as he did so whose hands so much! Gone, without a word for bad touched it last. It seemed strangely him! He might have explained things light ; he quickly opened it, and then as somehow. What must she have thought quickly let it fall-the quarto was gone! of him? What had she told her father? Of course the illness was a blind. He thought it possible that there might be a
Some five years after the events we have note left for him, from the Professor ; he been at so much pains to relate, John did not expect anything from Samela
Gibbs was sitting alone in the readingbut there was nothing.
room of a northern county club ; he was The place looked sadly deserted and just putting down the Times, when the lonely. "He could not fish that evening; heading of a paragraph in a corner caught he went to the rock where Samela had
his eye. It was as follows : made her sketch and stared long at the pool ; then he went back to the house and
HIGH PRICES FOR BOOKS IN AMERICA.-On took out her handiwork ; he felt some of New York was disposed of by public auc.
Friday last the library of the late John Palmer queer sort of satisfaction in touching things tion. This collection was especially rich in that she had touched. So short a time early works relating to America, in histories had passed since her joyous presence had of the English Counties, and in early dramatic lighted up that room ; how different it works. Mr. Palmer was well known for his seemed then! He could not bear the daughter, and travelling often under assumed
enterprise and energy. In company with bis sight of his books.
names, he searched all over Europe for rare The next day he fished, and came to a books; no journey was too long for him, or resolution, which was to go south at once ; price too high, if anything he wished to ada his month was nearly up, and he had lost to his collection had to be secured.
Under a somewhat acrid exterior lay a kind all pleasure in the river. The landlord and sympathetic core. By his death many of understood something of the cause which the great booksellers of London and Paris lost him his guest, and indeed far and lose a munificent customer. There were wide the gossips were at work. Accounts fine copies of the second, third, and fourth varied, but all agreed that Gibbs bad be- ing. But the great glory of the collection were
folios-curiously enough the first was wanthaved extremely badly and had lost his the quartos, which have been allowed to be, bride.
by those best qualified to judge, by far the He had left some money in the big finest in America—perhaps, barring those in chest, and it was necessary to get it out.
the British Museum, and at Chatsworth and It was then for the first time that he re- lowed a long list of prices.] The greatest ex.
Althorp-- the finest in the world. [Then fol. membered the loss of his keys. He tried citement was reached when a copy of Love's to pick the lock but failed, and Archie, Labor's Lost was produced by the auctioneer. who was called in, had no greater success ; No one seems to have known of the existence 80 they had to force the lid. Gibbs put out the slightest question the most perfect
of this copy, which was strange, as it is with. the money in his pocket, and then stood copy in the world. Not only was it in beauti. gazing at the little collection of volumes ful condition and perfectly uncut, but the last which had given him so much pleasure ; ten leaves were unopened--a state which is, we now it pained him to look at them.
believe, quite unique. It measures (many Of a sudden he saw something which crimson morocco case, without lettering on
inches). It was enclosed in a magnificent made him start, and for a moment disbe- it, made for another work by the English Bedlieve the sight of his eyes. There, on the ford. This most precious volume was sold top of a book, lay his bunch of keys, the for $3900, and was bought by Mr. Cornelius keys which he had had in his hand the Van der Hagen, of Chicago. night he walked down to the station ! He picked them up and examined them, After reading this paragraph Gibbs sat as if they could tell him something them- for a long time in his chair quite motionselves. They were quite bright and fresh. less. The day had faded away outside, By what legerdemain or diablerie had and the only light in the room was the those keys found a resting-place there ! warm glow of the fire. He sat for many
minutes staring into it. At length he got like a tear rolled down his cheek on to the up to go. “It was for him, not for her- crisp paper below.—Macmillan's Magaself, "he muttered, and something very zine.
MUSIC AND FORM.
Mrs. Watts HUGHES, of the well- afford some suggestions in regard to known Islington Home for Little Boys, Nature's production of her own beautiful contributes to the current number of the forms, and may thereby aid in some slight Century an exceedingly interesting ac- degree the revelation of another link in the count, accompanied by most curious and great chain of the organized universe that, beautiful illustrations, of the “ voice- we are told in Holy Writ, took its shape figures" which have excited so much in- at the voice of God." There is nothing terest in scientific and musical circles, and in this hope which is unreasonable or which were first publicly described in a let- fantastic ; but the voice-figures are not less ter contributed by Mrs. Russell Barrington suggestive from another point of view, into the Spectator about a year and a half asmuch as they seem to provide one more
The method of producing the figures instance of the many fulfilments by scienis extremely simple. On a thin india- tific discovery of what may be called the rubber membrane, stretched across the prophecies of poetry,—those utterances in bottom of a tube of sufficient diameter for which the poets have seemed impelled to the purpose, is poured a small quantity of assign to the short-lived harmonies and water or some denser liquid, such as melodies of music the permanence of maglycerine, and into this liquid are sprinkled terial form. a few grains of some ordinary solid pig. Perhaps the most striking of these utterment. A note of music is then sung down ances is to be found in Browning's noble the tube by Mrs. Watts Hughes, and im ** Abt Vogler." The musician who mediately the atoms of suspended pigment speaks has been improvising upon his inarrange themselves in a definite form, strument, and the last notes die away, apmany of the forms bearing a curious re- parently into an abyss of nothingness, from semblance to some of the most beautiful which they can never be recalled. The objects in Nature,-flowers, shells, or emotion of the moment, in which triumph trees. After the note has ceased to sound, fades into sadness, expresses itself in a sothe forms remain, and the pictorial repre- liloquy which, beginning in a sad minor sentations given in the Century show how key, rises into a confident pæan of exultwonderfully accurate is the lovely mimicry ant assurance. Why, he asks, should not of the image-making music.
his brave structure of music have the tangiMrs. Watts Hughes's “voice-figures” ble permanence of that palace which rose are, however, interesting not merely as into being as Solomon named the ineffable curiosities, or even as things of beauty, Name ? but as suggestions that the relations be
“Would it might tarry like his, this beautiful tween sound and form may be more intri
building of mine, cate and intimate than has heretofore been This which my keys in a crowd pressed and supposed even by the most careful and en importuned to raise ! terprising investigators. “I must say,” Ah, one and all, how they helped, would diswrites the experimenter herself, “that as
part now and now combine,
Zealous to hasten the work, heighten their day by day I have gone on singing into master his praise." shape these peculiar forms, and, stepping out of doors, have seen their parallels liv. But it will not stay ; even as he speaks it ing in the flowers, ferns, and trecs around is gone ; and “the good tears start” for me ; and again, as I have watched the lit- the creation of beauty that has been, and tle heaps in the formation of the floral fig. will be no more forever,--the lovely strucures gather themselves up and then shoot ture of sound wbich, while it lasted, had out their petals, just as a flower springs such an impressive reality that he “ scarce from the swollen bud—the hope has come can say that he feared, that he even gave to me that these humble experiments may it a thought, that the gone thing was to
go." And yet, can it be? The soul of Can it be that those mysterious stirrings of the musician rises in revolt, and affirms heart, and keen emotions, and strange the eternity which the sense denies. He yearnings after we know not wbat, and turns to God, builder and maker of houses awful impressions from we know not not made with hands, and joy is born again whence, should be wrought in us by what of the glad confidence that, so long as God is unsubstantial, and comes and goes, and lives, " there shall never be one lost good, begins and ends in itself? It is not so ! what was shall live as before,” that It cannot be." “ All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of that Mr. Browning, Miss Procter, Lord
Nothing surely could well be plainer than good shall exist, Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor Tennyson, and Cardinal Newman have, to good, nor power
say the least, felt the imaginative attractiveWhose voice has gone forth, but each survives ness of the thought that there is in music
for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an
a permanent element,-a something which hour."
does not pass when the sounds cease to
vibrate This thought of some soul of permanence dures forever.
upon the tympanum, but which enbehind the apparent transience of musical
We think it can hardly be considered a sound has again and again found utterance. merely fanciful speculation to regard these It provided a motive for Miss Procter's voice-figures, which reveal musical sounds lyric, “ The Lost Chord;” it is hinted at in an apprehensible embodiment of form, in that passage in the “ Idylls of the King” where the Seer, speaking to young of this permanence. If, in certain arti
as an indication of the reality and nature Gareth and his companions of the magical ficially provided conditions, music manicity of Camelot, says S
fests itself as form, is not this a hint that " For truly as thou sayest, a Fairy King form, which involves a certain substanAnd Fairy Queens have built the city, son ; tiality, must be of its very essence? The They came from out a sacred mountain-cleft word" substantiality” has, indeed, too Toward the sunrise, each with harp in hand,
much materialism of suggestion to be perAnd built it to the music of their harps.
fectly satisfactory ; but no better word is For an ye heard a music, like enow
available. Form, as an attribute of subThey are building still, seeing the city is built stance, is apprehended most surely by the To music, therefore never built at all, sense of touch, and the wave-theories of And therefore built forever."
sound and light demonstrate what had long The thought is expressed once more with been tentatively believed without demonlofty eloquence in Cardinal Newman's great stration, that of this sense our senses of Oxford sermon on “ The Theory of De- hearing and seeing are but finer and subtler velopment in Christian Doctrine." The manifestations. From this fact comes the preacher said "Take another example obvious inference that, just as the finer' of an outward and earthly form or econ- tact of hearing is in essence one with the omy, under which great wonders unknown grosser sensibility to which we give the seem to be typified—I mean musical name of touch, so the objects apprehended sounds, as they are exhibited most perfectly by the former have probably, like those in instrumental harmony. There are seven apprehended by the latter, a real substance, notes in the scale ; make them fourteen ; and therefore a real form. Indeed, we yet what a slender outfit for so vast an en- have all had sensible experiences of this terprise! What science brings so much essential identity of hearing and feeling out of so little ? Out of what poor ele- which must have suggested to many the ments does some great master create his hypothesis of a similar identity of the new world! Shall we say that all this ex- causes producing the diverse but allied uberant inventiveness is a mere ingenuity sensations. When an artillery review is or trick of art, like some fashion of the going on, we cannot only hear the canday, without reality, without meaning ! nonade, but feel the quiver of the glass in ... Is it possible that that inexhaustible the window ; if we approach a church in evolution and disposition of notes, so rich which the organ is being played, we are yet so simple, so intricate yet so regulated, often conscious of the trembling of the so various yet so majestic, should be a ground some few instants before the wave mere sound which is gone and perishes ? of pure sound breaks upon the sense of New SERIES.-VOL, LIV., No 1.
hearing. Beethoven, after becoming per. inadequate utterance of a dimly discerned fectly deaf, retained some strange physical truth susceptibility which apprised him of the And if this be so, may it not also be that fact that music was being performed, and the strains which present themselves to our we have heard of an old gentleman whose hearing as sound may to more finely endeafness was as absolute as that of the great dowed natures-natures embodying our composer, but who was able-if the word vague conception of angelic existencemay be allowed—to “ hear” perfectly the present itself as vision of substantial realimusic of a pianoforte against the wooden ties? If the notes produced by Mrs. framework of which he pressed the palm Watts Hughes suffice to group her floating of his hand. If, then, music be appre- pigments into shapes of " weird caverns at hended by a subtle sense of touch—that the bottom of the sea, full of beautifully sense by means of which we know the colored fancy sea-anemones and musselforms and boundaries of things—there is shells, headless snakes, and fairy-cups, and nothing inherently irrational in the thought mossy entanglements of bud and leaf-like that musical combinations may have forms forni," the imagination does not find it and boundaries of their own which, though inpossible to accept the belief that the now inapprehensible by us, would at once congregated harmonies of Handel and be made apprehensible by perhaps a very Beethoven and Wagner live as forms of slight extension of the gamut of normal splendor—as lofty nountain summits, as sensation. The sea-waves leave upon the towered and templed cities, as great exbeach a sharply outlined tide-mark; must panses of luxuriant forest—in the vision of not the waves of harmony and melody leave clearer eyes than ours ; and that when the as clear and sharp an outline on the shore last chord of Abt Vogler's improvisation of ether over which they roll? To speak seemed to die upon the air, he had really of the “ shape” of a symphony or an ora- put the top stone upon a palace as beautitorio sounds fantastic ; but may not suchful and enduring as that reared by the speech be merely a crude and necessarily magic of Solomon.-Spectator.
A CHEMIST IN THE SUBURBS.
BY FREDERICK WEDMORE.
tary presence. Or perhaps there was an
outstretched darkness on one side of the Richard Pelse was the chemist. The heavens : then a star : then again outsuburb was near the “ Angel ;” at the stretched darkness—the life of the shop top of the City Road ; on the confines of and the suburb. Islington. There he led his prosaic life Richard Pelse was one of those poor getting old, and a bachelor. "But into the men who are born cultivated : one of the prosuic years-years before Islington— cultivated who are born poor. You had there had burst once the moment of Ro- only to look at him now, across the coun
Then his shop was near Oxford ter and the ranged tooth-powder pots—to Street. Into the sitting-room over it there see the clear cut head, against its backhad come, one evening, for an hour, the ground of dry drug jars and Latin-labelled lady of his dream. Unexpectedly ; sud- drawers — " Alumens” — “Flor : Sul ;" denly. She had drawn her chair, by his “ Pot : Bitar ;" "Cap: Papav”-to own, to the fire. They had sat together know that he was individual
. À sympa80 ; and he had been happy. She had giv- thetic spectator might call him original; en him his tea; had opened his piano ; an unsympathetic, eccentric. What fires had played, a while, Xaver Scharwenka's burnt in the brownness of his quick, keen, wild music ; had kissed him once ; and restless eyes ? What had Jeft his face had gone away.
not yet really old-topped with a mass of Perhaps his years before and after had silvery-white hair! There were the deliseemed at times two deserts, divided by cate features, decisive and refined ; the that living stream which was her momen- nose aquilina tha brindly mouth with ner