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small articles over which Bell bad breakfast that he has been a rider in charge
never missing. & circus, which I did suspect myself, Whenever she wanted
a map, or a from his manner and attitudes-and guide-book, or any one of the things also an actor. He is a very fine man, which had been specially entrusted to but not much spirit. I was asking her, it was forthcoming directly. Nay, him this morning why he is not a she never had, like Tita, to look for a soldier. He despises that, because hat, or a shawl, or a scarf, or a packet you pay a shilling a day.
a That is a of bezique-cards. I also began to pity your soldiers are not—what shall notice that when she missed one of í say ?—respectable; that your best those things, she somehow inad young men do not like to go with vertently turned to our Lieutenant, them, and become under-officers. But who was quite sure to know where I do not know he is good stuff for a it was, and to hand it to her on the soldier—he smiles too much, and makes instant. The consequence on this himself pleasant. Perhaps that is only morning was, that when we all came because he is a waiter." down prepared to go out for an ex “Have you made any other acquaintploration of Oxford, we found Bell at ances this morning ?” says Tita, with the window of the coffee-room, already a friendly amusement in her eyes. dressed, and looking placidly out into "No, no one-except the old gentlethe High-street, where the sunlight man who did talk politics last night. was shining down on the top of the He is gone away by the train to old-fashioned houses opposite, and on Birmingham. the brand-new bank, which, as a com “Pray when do you get up in the pliment to the prevailing style of the morning ?" city, has been built in very distinguished “I did not look that; but there was Gothic.
no one in the streets when I went out, It was proposed that we should as there would be in a German town; first go down and have a look at and even now there is a great dulness. Christ Church.
I have inquired about the students— “And that will just take us past they are all gone home—it is a vacation. the post-office," said Bell.
And a young lady in a book-shop told “Why, how do you know that ? me that there is no life in the town Have you been out ?" asked Tita. when the students are gone—that all
“No,” replied Bell, simply. “But places close early—that even the milliCount von Rosen told me where it was.” ners' shops are closed just now at half
“Oh, I have been all over the town past seven, when they are open till nine this morning," said the Lieutenant, when the students are here.” carelessly. “It is the finest town that “And what,” says my Lady, with a I have yet seen-a sort of Gothic look of innocent wonder, “what have Munich, but old, very old—not new, the students to do with milliners' shops and white like Munich, where the that such places should be kept open on streets are asking you to look at their their account? fine buildings. And I have been down No one could offer a sufficient soluto the river-that is very fine, too-even tion of this problem ; and so we left the appearance of the old colleges and the coffee-room and plunged into the buildings from the meadows—that is glare of the High-street. wonderful.”
It would be useless to attempt here "Have you made any other dis any detailed account of that day's long coveries this morning ?” said Queen and pleasant rambling through Oxford. Tita, with a gracious smile.
To anyone who knows the appearance “Yes," said the young man, lightly. and the associations of the grand old “I have discovered that the hand- city-who is familiar with the various some young waiter who gave us our mass of crumbling colleges, and quiet
cloisters, and grassy quadrangles—who hope I shall continue to please my has wandered along the quaint clean teacher and my dear parents, who have streets that look strangely staid and been so kind to me, and are anxious for orthodox, and are as old as the splendid my wellfare. I look foward with elms that break in continually on the much delight to the aproarching hollilines and curves of the prevailing days, and I am, my dear mamma, architecture—to one who has even seen
“ Your affectionate son, the city at a distance, with its many
"Jack. spires and turrets set amid fair green “P.S. He does gallop so; and he meadows, and girt about with the silver eats beans." windings of streams—any such brief recapitulation would be inexpressibly showed that the fear of his mother was
Master Tom, on the other hand, bald and useless; while he to whom
not on him when he sat down to write. Oxford is unknown can learn nothing of its beauties and impressions without
Both of them had evidently just been going there. Our party absolutely impressed with the pony's galloping;
for the second letter was as follows: refused to go sight-seeing, and were quite content to accept the antiquarian
“ COWLEY House, TWICKENHAM. researches of the guide-books on credit. “MY DEAR PAPA, -He does gallop It was enough for us to ramble leisurely so, you can't think (this phrase, as imthrough the old courts and squares and proper, was hastily scored through) and alleys, where the shadows lay cool under I took him down to the river and the the gloomy walls, or under avenues of boys were very Impertinent and I rode magnificent elms.
him down to the river and they had to But first of all we paid a run away from their clothes and he formal visit to Christ Church, and on went into the river a good bit and was our way thither the Lieutenant stopped not afraid but you know he cannot Bell at the post-office. She begged swim yet as he is very young Harry leave to ask for letters herself; and pre
French says and Doctor Ashburton sently reappeared with two in her hand. went with us yesterday my dear papa
“ These are from the boys,” she said to the ferry and Dick was taken over in to my Lady: “there is one for you, and the ferry and we all went threw the one for papa."
trees by Ham House and up to Ham “You have had no letter?” said Tita. Common and back by Richmond bridge
“No," answered Bell, somewhat and Dick was not a bit Tired. But gravely as I fancied ; and for some what do
рара time after she seemed rather thoughtful Doctor Ashburton says all our own and anxious.
money won't pay for his hay and corn As we paused underneath the arch and he will starve if you do not send way in front of the sunlit quadrangle some please my dear
to send some at of Christ Church, the letters from once because if he starvves once he will the boys were read aloud. This is not get right again and the Ostler says he the first one, which shows the pains a is very greedy but he bis a very good boy will take to write properly to his pony and very intelgent dear papa mother, especially when he can lay his Doctor Ashburton has bawt us each a hands on some convenient guide-book riding-whip but I never hit him over to correspondence.
the ears which the Ostler says is dan
gerus and you must tell the German “ COWLEY HOUSE, TWICKENHAM. gentleman that Jack and I are very “ MY DEAR MAMMA,—I take up my much obled [scored out] obledg (also pen to let you know that I am quite scored out]obbliged to him, and send our well, and hope that this will find you in love to him and to dear Auntie Bell and the engoyment of good health. му to dear Mamma and I am my dear papa studdies are advancing favably, and I your affexnate son.
“It is really disgraceful," said the not easily be mistaken for Ignatius mother of the scamps, “the shocking Loyola. But why any woman of these way those boys spell. Really Doctor present days, who subscribes to Mudie's, Ashburton must be written to. At their watches the costumes of the Princess of age, and with such letters as these Wales, and thinks that Dr. Pusey has it is shameful.”
been ungenerously treated, should regard “I think they are very clever boys,” a portrait of Henry VIII, as though he said Bell, “and I hope you won't im had done her an injury only the week pose extra lessons on them just as they before last, it is not easy to discover. have got a pony."
Bell, on the other hand, was discoursing “They ought not to have had the to the Lieutenant about the various workpony until they had given a better manship of the pictures, and giving him account of themselves at school,” said a vast amount of information about my Lady, severely; to which Bell only technical matters, in which he appeared replied by saying, in a pensive manner, to take a deep interest. that she wished she was a boy of nine “But did you ever paint upon panel years of age, just become possessed of a yourself, mademoiselle?” he asked. pony, and living in the country.
“Oh, yes,” said Bell, “I was at one We spent a long time in Christ time
fond of it. But I never made Church, more especially in the mag it so useful as a countryman of mine nificent Hall, where the historical once suggested it might be. He was a portraits greatly interested Bell. She Cumberland farmer who had come down entered into surmises as to the sensa to our house at Ambleside, and when tions which must have been felt by the he saw me painting on a piece of wood, poets and courtiers of Queen Elizabeth's he looked at it with great curiosity. time when they had to pay compliments “Heh, lass,' he said, 'thou's pentin to the thin-faced, red-haired woman who a fine pictur there, and on wood, too. is here represented in her royal satins Is't for the yell-house?' and pearls; and wondered whether, after “No,' I said, explaining that I was they had celebrated her as the Queen of painting for my own pleasure, and that Beauty, they afterwards reconciled these it was not a public-house sign. flatteries to their conscience by looking "To please thysel, heh? And when on them as sarcasm. But whereas Bell's thou's dune wi' the pictur, thou canst criticism of the picture was quite gentle plane it off the wood, and begin another and unprejudiced, there was a good deal -that's thy meanin', is't ?' more of acerbity in the tone in which “I was very angry with him, for I was Queen Tita drew near to speak of Hol- only about fifteen then, and I wanted bein's Henry VIII. My firm belief is, to send my picture to a London exhibithat the mother of those two boys at tion." Twickenham, if she only had the courage Why, I did see it down at Leatherof her opinions- and dared to reveal head !” said Von Rosen. “ Was not those secret sentiments which now find that the picture, on panel, near the expression in decorating our bedrooms window of the dining-room ?" with missal-like texts, and in the use of “Come, come!" said Titania to the Ritualistic phrases to describe ordinary girl, who could not quite conceal the portions of the service and ordinary days pleasure she felt on hearing that the of the year—would really be discovered Count had noticed this juvenile effort to bebut let that pass.
What of hers; "come along, and let us see the harm Henry VIII, had done her, I library before we go into the open air could not make out. Anyone may again.” perceive that that monarch has not the In the library, too, were more porlook of an ascetic ; that the contour of traits and pictures, which these young his face and the setting of his eyes are people were much interested in. We not particularly pleasing ; that he could found it impossible to drag them along.
They would loiter in some corner or dow of the elms, moored to tall white other, and then, when we forsook our poles that sent a line of silver down civil attendant and went back for them, into the glassy and troubled water we found them deeply engrossed in beneath. Barges in blue, and barges some obscure portrait or buried in a in cream and gold, barges with splendid huge parchment-bound folio which the prows and Gorgon figure-heads, barges Lieutenant had taken out and opened. with steam-paddles and light awnings Bell was a fairly well-informed young over the upper deck, barges with that woman, as times go, and knew quite as deck supported by pointed arches, as if much of French literature as was good a bit of an old cloister had been carried for her; but it certainly puzzled Tita down to decorate a pleasure-boat-all and myself to discover what possible these resounded to the blows of haminterest she could have in gazing upon mers, and were being made bright with the large pages of the Encyclopædia,
The University barge while the Lieutenant talked to her about itself had been dragged out of the water, D'Alembert. Nor could it be possible and was also undergoing the same prothat a young lady of her years and pur cess; although the cynical person who suits had imbibed so much reverence for had put the cushions in our boat had original editions as to stand entranced just remarked, with something of a before this or that well-known author shrugwhose earliest offspring had been laid I hope the mahn as nas got the job hold of by her companion. They both 'll get paid for it, for the 'Varsity Crew seemed unwilling to leave this library; are up to their necks in debt, that's but Von Rosen explained the matter what they are !” when he came out saying that he had When once we had got away from never felt so keenly the proverbial im Christ Church meadows, there were pulses of an Uhlan as when he found fewer obstructions in our course; but himself with these valuable old books whether it was that the currents of the in his hand, and only one attendant river defied the skill of our coxswain,
I congratulated the authorities or whether it was that the Lieutenant of Christ Church on what they had and Bell, sitting together in the stern, escaped.
were too much occupied in pointing out Of course
we went down to the to each other the beauties of the scenery, river some little time after lunch; we found ourselves with a fatal freand had a look from Folly Bridge on quency running into the bank, with the the various oddly-assorted crews that prow of the boat hissing through the had invaded the sacred waters of the rushes and flags. Nevertheless, we Isis in the absence of the University managed to get up to Iffley, and there, men. When the Lieutenant proposed having moored the boat, we proceeded that we, too, should get a boat and make to land and walk up to the old church a voyage down between the green mea on the brow of the hill. dows, it almost seemed as if we were “It's what they calls eerly English," venturing into a man's house in the said the old lady who showed us over the absence of the owner; but then Bell ancient building. She was not a talkative very prettily and urgently added her
person ; she was accustomed to get over supplications, and Tita professed herself the necessary information rapidly; and not unwilling to give the young folks then spent the interval in looking an airing on the stream. There were strangely at the tall Lieutenant and his plenty of signs that it was vacation brown beard. She did not betray any time besides the appearance of the non emotion when a small gratuity was given descript oarsmen. There was a great her. She had not even said " Thank show of painting and scraping and gild- you” when Von Rosen, on calling for ing visible among that lon; line of the keys of the church, had found the mighty barges that lay under the sha gate of her garden unhinged, and had
laboured fully ten minutes in hammer There was one of my comrades in the ing a rusty piece of iron into the wooden war-he was from my native place, but post. Perhaps she thought it was Bell not in my regiment—he was a very good who had driven down the gate ; but at fellow and when he was in the camp all events she expressed no
before Metz, his companion was killed. gratitude for its restoration.
Well, he buried him separate from the Near an old yew-tree there was a small others, and went about till he got somegrave-new-made and green with grass where a gravestone, and he began to cut on which some careful hand had out, just with the end of a bayonet, placed a cross composed exclusively of these two verses on the stone. It took red and white roses. This new grave,
him many weeks to do it; and I did with these fresh evidences of love and hear from one of my friends in the regikindly remembrance on it, looked strange ment that two days after he had put up in the rude old churchyard, where stones the stone, he was bimeelf killed.
Oh, of unknown age and obliterated names lay it is very hard to have your companion tumbled about or stood awry among the killed beside you, and he is away from weeds and
disorder his friends, and when you go back home and decay, as Tita said gently, seemed without him—they look at you as if to her so much more pleasant than the you had no right to be alive and their cold and sharp precision of the iron son dead. That is very hard—I knew crosses in French and German grave it in Sixty-six, when I went back to yards, with their grim, fantastic decora Berlin, and had to go to see old Madame tions and wreaths of immortelles. She von Hebel. I do hope never to have stood looking at this new grave and its that again." pretty cross of roses, and at the green Is there a prettier bit of quiet riverand weather-worn stones, and at the scenery in the world than that around black old yew-tree, for some little time; Iffley Mill? Or was it merely the glamour until Bell—who knows of something that of the white day that rendered the place happened when Tita was but a girl, and so lovely, and made us linger in the her brother scarcely more than a child open stream to look at the mill and its drew her gently away from us, towards surroundings ? As I write, there lies the gate of the churchyard.
before me a pencil sketch of Bell's, Yes," said the Lieutenant, not no lightly dashed here and there with ticing, but turning to the only listener water-colour, and the whole scene is remaining ; "that is true. I think your recalled. There is the dilapidated old English churchyards in the country are stone building, with its red tiles, its very beautiful-very picturesque—very crumbling plaster, its wooden projecpathetic indeed. But what you have tions, and small windows, half-hidden not in this country are the beautiful amid foliage. Further down the river songs about death that we have not
there are clumps of rounded elms visible; religious hymns, or anything like that but here around the mill the trees are but small, little poems that the country chiefly poplars, of magnificent height, people know and repeat to their chil that stretch up lightly and gracefully dren. Do you know that one that into a quiet yellow sky, and throw says
gigantic lines of reflection down into Hier schlummert das Herz,
the still water. Then out from the Befreit von betäubenden Sorgen;
inill a small island runs into the stream ; Es weckt uns kein Morgen
the wood-work of the sluice-gates bridges Zu grösserem Schmerz.
the interval ; there is a red cow amid And it ends this way —
the green leafage of the island, and here
again are some splendid poplars, rising Was weinest denn du ?
singly up from the river-side. Then Ich trage nun muthig mein Leiden, Und rufe mit Freuden,
beyond there is another house, then a Im Grabe ist Ruh'!
wooden bridge, a low line of trees; and