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of the lads on the quay were sad prigs, and time. There was a barrack-field with great they've put me up to steal rope, and copper tarry palings, and this burial-ground, where nails, and things, and slip down into the they'd taken up the tombstones, to be out cabins to prig prog; but if my earthly fa- of the cows' way, and leaned them against ther didn't look after me, my Heavenly Fa- the hedges. I climbed in, and ate my bread ther did, and, I'm thankful to say, I never and butter, and then I went over John's was a thief — though a boy's hungry belly is Green and Cook's Fields, and cut across a sore tempter, sir. Perhaps, if I'd have the Butt Road and Maldon Road, and got had the use of my pins as they had, I might to Lexden across the fields behind the hosha' done it -- if so, I thank God for makin pital. It's queer how I remember all them me a cripple -- but I hope not. I used to places — just as if I was pegging over them fancy that my mother was a-watchin' of me. now. I had another long rest at Lexden • Try to be of some good, Bob,' I used to Springs. A ladies' school went by whilst I hear her say, and, as well as such a poor was sittin' by the half-moon pond at the top, little critter could, I made up my mind that and one of the young ladies said, Poor I would try. Anyhow, however, I couldn't little object,' and give me a Bath bun out stand home any longer. I must be off of her muff, and another on 'em give me a somewhere to fend the best I could for my- penny with a harp on it. · But I shall never self. I'd sense enough to guess that father get done if I go on at this rate, sir. How’ud bring me back if I hung anywheres s'ever, it's still rainin'. about Colchester. I wanted to be off to “ The machine-man took me up at the London. I'd heard that all sorts o' folks milestone, and I came up to London, bumpcould get work there. Not as I thought in' in a sack on the top o' Colchester nathat it was paved with gold -- children - tives. He gave me something to eat on the poor folks' kids, anyhow — ain't green road, and next mornin' he dropped me at enough for that. I had talked about Lon- an early coffee-house in the Mile-En' Road, don sometimes to a man who drove a fish- and give me a shilling, and said . Good-bye, machine - it was long before the · Eastern Bob; luck go with ye;' and ever since then, Counties' was thought of, the times I'mn sir, I thank God, I've been able to earn my speakin' of. Well, Bob,' says he one day, own living – 'cept when I've been laid up 'you couldn't be worse off there than you in hospital, and that's about ten times in are here, and if you can manage to hobble forty years. They're good Christian places out, quite unbeknown to your father, mind those hospitals, when you're once inside : — for I shouldn't like him to fancy that I'd and the doctors, and the nurses, and the any hand in it — to the third milestone on ladies – sisters, they call 'em – there the London road, I'll take you up to-morrow weren't any o' them when I used to be laid evening. I went to bid poor mother good- up first – - are as kind as kind ean be. The bye that night — her grave somehow makes doctors speak a bit brisk now and then, and me think that Colchester's my home down the nurses make you mind 'em ; but then to this very day, though I've never set foot think what a lot they've got to look after! in it since — and next mornin', as soon as and the ladies are always so gentle, bless I'd seen father off in his lighter polin' down 'em! It's a pity, though, that the porters the river to Wivenhoe, I slipped back and and such like should be so bumptious: they packed up a few of my clothes that he might have, you'd think, more feeling for hadn't pawned, and my Bible-leaves, and a poor folk. Of course, 'you understand, sir, Mavor's Spelling book my mother used to i'd rather pay a doctor, if I could; but ihen learn me out of, in a brown Holland linen- I can't, and besides, how could I keep a bag of hers, and began to bippety-hoppet nurse ? So when I'm bad, I go to a kind down llythe Hill. I went a roundabout gentleman I know, and he always manages way to throw father off the scent. * Where to get me an order somewhere or otber. I are you goin', Bob?' says a woman. • For declare to you, sir, I've been downright a walk, says I, ' and I shall be hungry be- happy in hospital when I've been gettin' a fore I come back.' She looks hard at me, bit well again. So clean and quiet, no bad but then she says, “Poor little chap,' and smells, and no bad language, and time to goes in and cuts me a slice of bread and think good thoughts — it's like a week o' butter. I went along the river till I got to Sundays – very different from the Sunlass the New Quay, but then I turned up by the here, sir. It was in Guy's sir, that par distillery, and so worked round into the mother's words first really come home to me. Military Road. I was precious tired by Just before I was laid up, I'd been getting the time I got to the Old Soldier's Burial- cocky — sacrificin' unto my net, ami buriin Ground. They've got a camp at Colchester incense to my drag. I'd been thinking that, again now, but there were no soldiers in my cripple as I was, I'd managed to get a

livin', and keep myself respectable, and pick thinkin' he'd ha' done anything that was up a bit of book-learnin' about beasts and right to please 'em. birds, and flowers, and mechanics, and What did I do before? Bless your such-like, better than some big fellows who heart, sir, I've been a Jack of all trades, could make a mouthful of me. It was real 'cept a navvy, and a coalheaver, and such good for me to be laid on the flat o'my back like. I used to see a good bit of coalthat time – it took the nonsense out of me. heavers once, though. My second master I was lying in my bed one night, feelin' went about in the Pool selling hot beer to very small, when all of a sudden I thought the sailors. We was run down in a fog one of poor mother lying on her bed, and what day, and the poor old man was drowned. she'd said to me, *Try to be of some good, They hooked me out on to a steamer, and Bob.' And, thinks I, if you'd been the fine put me ashore at Greenwich. I couldn't feller you fancied yerself, after all, wasn't help crying a bit, for I'd lost all except my you only workin' for yerself? If you was Bible leaves and the clothes I stood in. So to die to-night, who'd be worse off but yer- the mate pitched me an old broom, and told self? I'd given up saying my prayers and me to go and fight for a crossing: I got going to church for a bit, but I said a prayer one without fightin', however, on Maze Hill that night, and made up my mind that, if I and made a pretty good thing of it; but I ever got about again, God helpin' me, I'd used to lodge in Mill Lane — by Deptford try to do somebody besides myself some Broadway, you know, sir — and one night good. But what good could a chap like me the tramps cleaned me out. My first place do to anybody, I thought again. However, was to clean boots and knives at the coffeethe first Sunday I was out, I went to church house where the machine-man put me down.

-the one that stands back in the Black- I've sold watercresses, and walnuts, and friars Road - and the sermon was just as if larkturfs, and gr'un’sel, and such-like; but the parson knew what I was thinking. It I never took much to those out-door things was about the cup of cold water, you know, - they didn't seem respectable. I thought sir. Thinks I, it's hard if I can't give that, I was getting up in the world — I was about and I've tried since to do the little I can thirteen then - when an old fellow who that way, and I was never so happy before. kept a second-hand bookshop in the GosFlow folks can make such a merit of works, well Road hired me to sit inside and watch I can't make out. It's precious little any- the books. He didn't give me much wages, body can do, and then for the very littlest but I got lots to eat, and a good bit of readthing you do you get such a lot of pleasure ing too on the sly. I'm afraid now it wasn't that it seems somehow as if you was only quite right; but I couldn't help it when I'd shamming to be kind to get somethin' for got the chance, and, after all, he never lost yerself — throwin' away a sprat to catch a anything by me. Only one man ever tried salmon like.

it on. He' whipped a book off the shelf, " But I haven't told you how I've got my and was walkin' away pretty brisk, but I living! That's true, sir, and really I don't hopped after him a bit faster.

• You see that there's much to tell. I've only haven't paid for the book, sir,' says I. done what everybody that hasn't got tin's What book, boy ?' says he. · The book forced to do, if he doesn't want to starve, you've got in your pocket, sir,' says I. He or to steal, or turn cadger, or go into the puts in his hand and pulls it out, and then workus. I've been at the toy-making off he says, “Why, so I have — what strange and on for about five year now. The pay's absence o’mind!' and gives it to me in a light, but so's the work, so far as strength kind of maze like. P'r’aps, after all, he goes, and that suits me now, for I'm gettin' wasn't a thief, though I thought so then, shaky. It's a pretty kind of work, too, I and the looks of the thing were against him. reckon. There ain't much room for taste, One sees so many strange things as one it's true, but it wants a little bit of gump- gets older that we ain't so ready to contion sometimes to manage the strings and demn folks for the bad looks of things. things. Anyhow, I like it, and try to make Leastways it's been so with me, and it's 'em the best I can. It's nice somehow to nicer than being so mighty sharp that one thirk that I'm makin' playthings for poor can't believe one's own mother. Charity folk's kids that can't get anything better. thinketh no evil. If we'd got a little more I've got queer fancies sometimes, sir. I of that, and there wasn't no evil to be wonder whether Christ, when he was a car- thought about neither, what a nice world penter, ever made anything out of the chips this would be, sir! But that's foolish talk for the little uns that peeped into the shop. as if we could manage matters better than There's no sin in fancyin' that, is there, sir? He does. Well, sir, since I got that billet He was so fond of children that I can't help at the bookseller's I've always managed to

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except, of course, when I've been in I thank ye.” hospital. It was when I'd got a folding job As I picked my way through the rainat å stationer's over in Finsbury, that I pools of the Folly's flags, and thought of heard of poor old father's death. I was the little toy-maker, heartily grateful after sixteen or seventeen then, and had got a weed-like tossings on life's sea for even that few shillings put by. I'd been thinkin' poor shelter, and, in spite of his infirmities, that, hard as he'd been, he was my father not only earning for imself an honest liv. after all, and my mother had loved him, ing, but acting as a moral leaven and even though he did whop her, and it wasn't right a material benefactor to his poor neighto take no more notice of him than if he'd bours, it occurred to me that's the brickbeen a dog.

So I was a-going to write layer man next door " was not the only lazy down to him, and if I found he was hard man, or woman, whom my lame man should up, to send him a crown or so. I daresay make ashamed. Contrasted with his benethere was a bit of pride in that — I wanted ficent energy under difficulties, how utterly to show him that I'd been able to get on contemptible appears the ennui that springs without him. I've mostly found there was form nothing to do " in the midst of life's summut o' that in anything I've been very most luxurious appliances ! proud of. Well, sir, the very night I was goin' to write, as I hopped home from work, thinking what a good son I was, and

From Blackwood's Magazine, all that, I ran against one of the porters in the yard. He didn't know me, but I

INTERVIEW BETWEEN THE QUEEN OF

SPAIN AND THE FRENCH EMPEROR. knew him as soon as I set eyes on him. He was a Colchester man that used to live At San Sebastian, the place which alone, in in Magdalen Street. Well, sir, I asked all the province of Guipuzcoa, had held for him about my father, and he told me that the Queen when the Carlist war broke out, he was dead and buried. He'd walked Isabella, with her husband, her four children, off the quay one Saturday night, and was her favourite, and her confessor, watched half drowned in the water, and half smoth- with anxious eyes and agonised heart the ered in the mud. It give me a turn, as you progress of the insurrection, which she máy think, sir. I wished I could spend the must have foreboded as certain to succeed. money I was going to send him as the Cath- Close by, at the distance of less than a twoolics do. I can't bear to think of it now. hours' railway journey, was the powerful The thief on the cross is my only comfort Sovereign of France, with his wife, her forwhen I do think about it. But perhaps mer subject. What wistful glances were we're too ready to judge. Judge not, that then turned towards Biarritz, what urgeix ye be not judged that's another comfort.” messages were sent, what unavailing prayers

The poor cripple was silent for a minute for aid were offered up, may rather be conor two after this, but then he went on in his jectured than positively known. It was said old cheerful voice — “But the rain's over, and believed at the time that the Queen and you'll want to be going. I'm sure I'm herself, disguised and almost unattended. much obliged to you for givin’ me your went by night to the imperial residence to company so long. No, sir, thankee, there's tell of her despair and implore succour. nothing you can do for me. I've everything There, it was told, she and Eugenia MooI want – enough and to spare. I've got work tijo, whom an extraordinary destiny had as long as I've got my health; and when made Empress of the French, embraced that fails, I've got my hospital; and when I and mingled their tears and supplications, die, I humbly hope through Christ's mercy, in vain directed to the inflexible Sorerrig to creep into heaven. l've everything to who felt that he could not afford to commi make me contented. The curate talks to so grave an error as would have been an me like a brother, sir. I've only to ask my armed intervention in the affairs of Spain, other good friend for an order for the hos- Moreover, he bore no love to that lass pital, and he gets it for me just as if I was a crowned Bourbon, the last of a degenerate gentleman. The little ones all love me, race of kings ;. and her passionate as pral and most of the people about here are very was all in vain. The French otlicial pare kind. If they'd only be a little kinder to was instructed to deny the interview.. and themselves, poor souls, I should be quite perhaps it is only its probability and ? happy. Do you know, sir, I call my old mance that make the world believe in is chair here my Ebenezer? Hitherto the as having taken place. A few days later Lord hath helped me, and he's a friend that the Queen did enter France, this time pad

licly and as a fugitive. There were not waiting-rooms were full of people, I took many persons present to record the circum- refuge in the station-master's office, where stances of that passage into exile, but some there were already a few persons, and there were; and a private letter, too re- amongst others, the Marchioness of Javalplete with graphic and characteristic details quinto, the Countess of Cartagena, the not to have proceeded from an eye-witness, Spanish Consul and his family, and some found its way into a French journal,* and French people. Lucky were we to have may appropriately be introduced here: chosen that place,

for a few moments later, Biarritz, Sept. 30, 1868.- After one by order of the Empress, the station was hundred and sixty-eight years that have cleared and everybody was turned into the elapsed since the adoption of Philip Duke outer court; the office in which we were of Anjou by Charles II., to-day, the 30 Sep- was alone exempted from this measure. tember, 1868, at two o'clock in the afternoon, “ It is one o'clock. The Queen is at the the Bourbon dynasty of Spain died before station of St. Jean de Luz. The Emperor my eyes, at the Biarritz railway station, in and Empress arrive at the Biarritz station. the arms of the Emperor. An ocular wit- The Empress comes to speak with the Marness, with some very few privileged persons, chioness of Javalquinto; the Emperor walks of that fatal interview, I think to give you alone upon the platform, with bead bent pleasure by relating its circumstantial and and plunged in thought. Suddenly he orexact details.

ders a despatch to be sent to the Queen to " It was towards eight o'clock this morn- ask her if she proposes going straight to ing that the Queen, in spite of the advice Pau or to pause at Biarritz. The question, of those around her, decided upon flight, by its form, may be said to have dictated and gave her orders in consequence. Ron- the reply, which was not long in coming : call, Minister of State, prevailed over those the Queen answers that she is going straight who, in the council of the Queen, still ad- to Pau. vocated resistance.

“ The departure from St. Jean de Luz is “A despatch addressed to M. Mon, the signalled, and soon afterwards the special Spanish Ambassador at the Court of France, train entered the Biarritz station. The Queen and received at half-past eight at Biarritz, was alone on the balcony of the saloon cargave intelligence of the catastrophe. Im- riage, the King at the door of the saloon ; mediately Señor Mon set out for Hendaye Marfori stood behind the Queen, pompous, (the frontier station), accompanied by Gen- and wearing over his black coat the broad eral de Castelnau, the Emperor's aide-de- ribbon of the Order of Charles III. At camp, to meet the Queen. I will not tell the moment when the Emperor advanced to you all the hesitations, all the resolutions, offer his hand to the Queen, the express all the orders and counter-orders, that train from Paris to Spain, which had been filled

up the morning, and of which the rail. waiting the arrival of the other to proceed way telegraph wire between Biarritz and on its journey, came up, and from it were Hendave was the bearer; it would be weari- heard to proceed cries inost insulting to the some and useless now that the thing is over. Queen - a loud clamour - in which was During that time the Spanish Consul at Bay- especially distinguishable the word Fuera ! onne took measures to secure at Pau the ne- (get out, or out with her). cessary lodgings for the Queen and all her " At these cries the Emperor made a suite.

backward movement, and tears gushed from " The rumour of all these proceedings the eyes of the Queen, who got out, as well soon spread at Biarritz, and every obtaina- as the King and her children, the high perble carriage was hired by the curious, eager sonages of her suite, Father Claret and the to get to the station, which is about three inevitable Marfori. kilometres from the centre of the town.

After having shaken hands with the " The most accredited version - I will Emperor and kissed the Empress, they all say more, the truest — was that the Queen four- the Emperor, the Empress, the would enter Biarritz and pay a visit at the Queen, and the King - entered the firstinperial villa. It was thought she came to class waiting room, of which the doors had implore assistance; her flight was not yet remained open; nobody else entered. Outcredited.

side the door stood the great dignitaries of ** The train that brought the Queen was both countries, and we behind, observing due at Biarritz station towards one o'clock. with anxious eyes the physiognomy of the A little before that hour I reached the sta- sovereigns, but unable to divine or to hear tion, and seeing on my arrival that all the anything. Nobody heard what there was

said. Opinion Nationale,' Oct. 4, 1868.

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keep myself by some indoor work or other will never fail. Good night, sir, and again

- except, of course, when I've been in I thank ye.” hospital. It was when I'd got a folding job As I picked my way through the rainat a stationer's over in Finsbury, that I pools of the Folly's flags, and thought of heard of poor old father's death. I was the little toy-maker, heartily grateful after sixteen or seventeen then, and had got a weed-like tossings on life's sea for even that few shillings put by. I'd been thinkin' poor shelter, and, in spite of his infirmities, that, hard as he'd been, he was my father not only earning for himself an honest lirafter all, and my mother had loved him, ing, but acting as a moral leaven and even though he did whop her, and it wasn't right a material benefactor to his poor neighto take no more notice of him than if he'd bours, it occurred to me that the brickbeen a dog. So I was a-going to write layer man next door " was not the only lazy down to him, and if I found he was hard man, or woman, whom my lame man should up, to send him a crown or so. I daresay make ashamed. Contrasted with his benethere was a bit of pride in that - I wanted ficent energy under difficulties, how utterly to show him that I'd been able to get on contemptible appears the ennui that springs without him. I've mostly found there was form“ nothing to do " in the midst of life's summut o' that in anything I've been very most luxurious appliances ! proud of. Well, sir, the very night I was goin' to write, as I hopped home from work, thinking what a good son I was, and

From Blackwood's Magazine, all that, I ran against one of the porters in the yard. He didn't know me, but I

INTERVIEW BETWEEN THE QUEEN OF knew him as soon as I set eyes on him.

SPAIN AND THE FRENCH EMPEROR. He was a Colchester man that used to live At San Sebastian, the place which alone, in in Magdalen Street. Well, sir, I asked all the province of Guipuzcoa, had held for him about my father, and he told me that the Queen when the Carlist war broke out, he was dead and buried. He'd walked Isabella, with her husband, her four children, off the quay one Saturday night, and was her favourite, and her confessor, watched half drowned in the water, and half smoth- with anxious eyes and agonised heart the ered in the mud. It give me a turn, as you progress of the insurrection, which she máy think, sir. I wished I could spend the must have foreboded as certain to succeed. money I was going to send him as the Cath-Close by, at the distance of less than a twoolics do. I can't bear to think of it now. hours' railway journey, was the powerful The thief on the cross is my only comfort Sovereign of France, with his wife, her forwhen I do think about it. But perhaps mer subject. What wistful glances were we're too ready to judge. Judge not, that then turned towards Biarritz, what uru-ut ye be not judged - that's another comfort.” messages were sent, what unavailing prayers

The poor cripple was silent for a minute for aid were offered up, may rather be conor two after this, but then he went on in his jectured than positively known. It was said old cheerful voice -- “ But the rain's over, and believed at the time that the Queen and you'll want to be going. I'm sure I'm herself, disguised and almost unattended. much obliged to you for givin' me your went by night to the imperial residence to company so long. No, sir, thankee, there's tell of her despair and implore succour. nothing you can do for me. I've everything There, it was told, she and Eugenia MonI want -enough and to spare. I've got work tijo, whom an extraordinary destiny had as long as I've got my health ; and when made Empress of the French, embraced that fails, I've got my hospital; and when I and mingled their tears and supplications, die, I humbly hope through Christ's mercy, in vain directed to the inflexible Soverrige to creep into heaven. l've everything to who felt that he could not afford to commit make me contented. The curate talks to so grave an error as would have been an me like a brother, sir. I've only to ask my armed intervention in the affairs of Spain. other good friend for an order for the hos- Moreover, he bore no love to thai last pital, and he gets it for me just as if I was a crowned Bourbon, the last of a degeneruje gentleman. The little ones all love me, race of kings;, and her passionate appeal and most of the people about here are very was all in vain. The French official pro kind. If they'd only be a little kinder to was instructed to deny the interview.. and themselves, poor souls, I should be quite perhaps it is only its probability and mo happy. Do you kŅow, sir, I call my old mance that make the world believe in it chair here my Ebenezer ? Hitherto the as having taken place. A few days latet Lord hath helped me, and he's a friend that the Queen did enter France, this time puto

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