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were bleeding from large wounds; little, the small party of lancers was two soldiers, hit doubtless by their dispersed in different directions. The comrades' bullets, were bandaging captain and the Frenchman remained their hurts ; on one side of the road, together, and came upon a broken in a shallow ravine, a muleteer writh- box and other signs of the proximity ed in the death agony. It was the of the robbers. Then Don Blas reman who had recognised Victoriano; quested his friend to remain where he he expiated the fault of having seen was, and galloped off. When next too well. The arriero, torch in hand, M. Bellamare saw him, he had a bullet counted his mules, tearing his hair the in his breast, and gave but a contrawhile, or wiping away the sweat dictory and confused account of the which, in spite of the coldness of the circumstances under which he had renight, flowed profusely from his brow. ceived it. He was taken to La Hoya, Don Blas sat motionless in his saddle. and had scarcely arrived there when He looked very pale, even by the red a detachment of the escort, which had light of the torches ; but nothing in his been patrolling the country in search countenance betrayed the painful emo- of the robbers, brought in a prisoner, tion of a man who, by negligence or whose face was blackened, and partly misfortune, has failed in the perform- covered by a handkerchief. This disance of a duty. I thought of Cecilio's guise was most suspicious, it being words.
the one usually adopted by Mexican "Five !' shrieked the muleteer; highwaymen. Notwithstanding the "and may God have pity on me, for mask, M. Bellamare thought he reI shall pever survive it! Five! Señor cognised the features of the man who Capitan, five are gone! In one night had played a prominent part in one I have lost the fruits of twenty years' of the most melancholy episodes of his toil. Ah! Señor Don Blas! by the wanderings. He was not mistaken ; life of your mother, try to recover the captive was Thomas Verduzco, them for me! Half shall be for you. who was forthwith taken into the cotAh! why did you advise me to pro- tage where lay the wounded captain. ceed to-night? Why did I listen to Don Blas's pale face became livid, you?'
and hatred gleamed in his eyes, when “ And, dashing his torch to the he beheld the bravo, who, on his part, ground, he threw himself down, and upon seeing the captain, assumed an rolled in the dust."
air of impudent assurance. M. BellaCaptain Blas had no reasonable mare was a curious observer of the pretext to refuse pursuing the robbers. scene. The captain announced his He took a dozen men and set out, intention of having the robber shot, accompanied by M. Bellamare, who and for a moment the latter quailed did not, however, anticipate a very under the threat; but, speedily recovsuccessful issue to the expedition, ering himself, he, in his turn, menjudging from the captain's manifest aced Don Blas with some mysterious disinclination to undertake it. It soon revelation. This had an effect that became evident that, owing to the astonished M. Bellamare, and condarkness, the chase had no chance of firmed his suspicions. Don Blas had proving productive; a halt was called the room cleared, and remained for in the glade of a forest, a large fire some time alone with Verduzco, who lit, and daylight was waited for. was then given into the keeping of Even in the obscurity of night, how. Sergeant Juanito, the captain's former ever, the Mexicans showed all the servant, who was observed to treat sagacity of American Indians in fol. bim with singular consideration. lowing the trail, and profiting by the After two days' halt at La Hoya, slightest indications of the passage of Don Blas felt himself able to proceed the robbers. The result of the pur to the town of Jalapa, which was but suit was, the recovery of a mule, and five leagues off, in a litter that the the discovery of broken boxes and muleteers arranged for the purpose. bags ripped up, but of dollars there At Jalapa he would get his wound prowas no sign. Various circumstances perly attended to, and also hand his observed by M. Bellamare went far to prisoner over to the competent authoconvince bim that Don Blas was in rities. This time scouts were sent out, league with the brigands. Little by and precautions taken against robbers. Verdnzco, strongly bound, rode would have been giving bim a fine behind Juanito, to whom he was strap- chance of getting off scot-free. But I ped. M. Bellamare, who rode in rear was perfectly justified in killing him of the convoy, observed that the ser. when he tried to escape, and it was geant's borse lagged bebind, doubtless arranged with the captain that that by reason of its double burtben. The was how the thing should be done.' prisoner and his keeper chatted as ** But why did your captain desire gaily as two friends going to a festival. the death of a man with whom he was The sun set, and M. Bellamare was recently on friendly and intimate some distance in the rear, pausing terms?' occasionally to observe the changing That is another matter,' replied tints of the mountains, and to con- Joanito. • Whilst Verdazco was untemplate the beautiful valley, with its der my charge, he grew confidential. plantations of orange-trees, covered The captain had told me to confess with blossom, stately palms and fruit- my prisoner, and I succeeded in doing laden banana trees, amidst which the 80. From him I learned that he had town of Jalapa rose as from a flower- undertaken to obtain, by exerting basket. Meanwhile the convoy pro- certain interest he had in a high quarceeded. He spurred after it, and ter, authorisation for the captain to quickly overtook the last horse. It escort the first silver convoy quitting was that which bore Juanito and the Mexico, on condition that he would prisoner. He thought he remarked consent to a part of it being plundered, that the belt which bound Verduzco in which ease he was to have half the was less tight than before, and this booty. You know what happened to circumstance, combined with various the convoy; but the best of the joke is, others, made him suspect an attempt that the robbery was committed by at escape, favoured by Juanito. He another band, and not by that of Verasked himself whether he ought not duzco, who had certainly not calcoto inform the captain, but reflecting lated on such competition. Whilst that his own presence would suffice, he awaited our arrival beyond La in case of need, to prevent the pro. Hoya, other banditti waylaid it a few jected escape, he preferred remaining leagues nearer to Mexico. It was by where he was. Suddenly the belt, the latter that the captain was woundsevered by the bravo's knife, relieved ed; and, believing himself betrayed Verduzco, who let himself slip to the by Verduzco, he ordered me to take ground, and darted away. In an in the first opportunity to blow his brains stant the lancer was after him, over- out. He will breathe more freely when took him in three bounds of his horse, he learns his death and confession. » put the muzzle of his carbine to his Instead of this prediction being vehead, and scattered his brains before rified, either the emotion cansed by M. Bellamare bad found time to speak Juanito's communication, or the faor interfere. Then, replacing his tigue of the journey, brought on hemsmoking weapon on his saddle, he orrhage, and Don Blas was a corpse dismounted, pulled off the dead man's before he reached Jalapa. Saddened boots, and exchanged them for the by the scenes he had witnessed, and shoe and bottine he himself wore. weary of the company of men whose This done, be coolly remounted, and fierce and brutal passions impelled resumed his march. The Frenchman them to the commission of every sort was all curiosity to clear up the mys- of crime, M. Bellamare detached himterious conduct of the captain and the self from the convoy, and, attended sergeant with respect to Verduzco. only by his servant, proceeded to the Juanito's discretion was not proof coast, there to embark for Europe. against a bribe.
We might have hoped for a third se** You will easily suppose, my lord ries of Mexican Sketches from the cavalier,' he said, that in acting as same lively pen, but for an unfortunate I have done, I did but obey my cap- accident. Recently, when again crosstain's orders. To have had yondering the Atlantic, M. Bellamare, who, robber shot might have got us into during bis long rambles in tropical trouble with the anthorities, and to lands, had escaped so many perils, put him into the hands of the judges met his death by drowning.
I THINK it has been made out, Eu- all the capabilities of all his posterity sebius, at least inferentially, that was endowed with perceptions of civilisation is a condition of social the beautiful in all things, in the exhealth ; that its opposite is a degraded ternal and the internal world, himself. state of disease. And may we not add If he had few to commune with comthat this disease is epidemic and con- paratively, even as he advanced in tagious? Barbarism begets barbarism, years, there could be no lack of till it ends in savagery, cannibalism, thought, for there was yet with him and annihilation of a race. I suppose that creative faculty complete which the Canaanites were, before the curse passed on to his descendants in inferior came upon them, a civilised people. power, and has gifted, and still gifts, Their degeneration brought on them the chosen of mankind with genius. their punishment. How ignorantly What if the brightness, the great conwe hear people talk of savages as in ceptions, the super-excellence of beauty a state of nature. It is not true; of the best literature was in him, not history denies it, sacred and profane. latent but alive, and germinated, and Races of mankind pass from the bore visible fruit in his descendants ? higher to the lower state. Seldom, Are we to suppose, because it was indeed, have they been known, when not contained in bound volumes, it they have reached the lowest state, to could not have been contained in his revive; perhaps never of themselves, intellectual soul? Trace such a narbut by being mixed, blended, and, as row thought to its legitimate source, it were, lost in amalgamation with a positive atheism, and who would not better stock.
be shocked at the conclusion? What Can we for a moment think that are books ?-the best of them-but man came fresh from his Maker's the regathering up the intellectual and hand a savage? What he was, the moral treasures, dissipated and smothmost civilised among us is possibly ered among the heaps of ill-doings of too much deteriorated in intellectual a degenerate posterity, who, if they and moral perception to conceive. had not degenerated, would not have Whence, then, come these “ children needed them now, but known all, seen of nature," so strangely called, but all, and enjoyed all, by an intuition, from vices propagating vices
which we can never recover thoroughly
as a possession in this world? Yes, -- mox daturos
Eusebius, what are books? The reProgeniem vitiosiorem ” ?
gisters of high and pure thoughts for I do not see how this former civilisa. us on earth, which, for aught we know tion of mankind can be denied. Take to the contrary, are duplicated, reit for granted, Eusebius, and it follows gistered, photographed, as it were, in as the head and front of the argu- and bý a brighter atmosphere, thoughts ment, that civilisation is a thing lost, rising, self-buoyant, out of the world's or at least deteriorated, to be re- corruptions, which are not allowed to gained-and, if it did not savour of hold them. All that is good in all the modern philosophers' notion of books that ever have been written, is perfectibility, I should say to be per- good without books, and elsewhere, fected. I can fancy a pert argner and was a portion of the great uniasking how our first parents, and their versal intelligence as soon as thought immediate descendants, can be said and conceived, and perhaps beforeto have been civilised, before there given and kindly dealt out to us (who was a civitas (civil society) from which knows), at any rate needing not a civilisation takes its name—a bond of visible utterance in printed volumes. the many before there were the many? But what gifts are there that have not And why not? The whole human ever been and are still perverted ? race was in our forefather. His Here comes in the old story, the tares though injured, perfecter mind than among the wheat. There are the ours, comprehended in a high degree “devil's books," and plenty of them; eril tboughts are there as well as good tellect must have been once tratttboughts, and all are registered. If seeing, and unst therefore have been time as ben Reason 725 Doral, itse & Donal kooring and feeling dear, it is not FO DOW. It is clorded; power. We know where the history there is a thick fog before it; and bor. of its dedension is told. That same ever fancy Day Treath the vapour- history tells the bopeful fotore, that falsity in fascinating shape and colour, the moral and intellectual are to be it still more or less sbots out the reunited ; and it shows in some degree orizbtness of Truth; or, where that the mysterious bow, before mankind partially breaks through, converts it can be perfected in reason. What into an opreal distorted imagery. inference, you may ask, Eusebius, Were it not so, would not all men see would I draw from this argument? alike? Sboald se hare the diversities Simply this, that knowledge, mere of opinions we bare; disputing as we knowledge, as it is not an unmised do even about tbe most common rigbt thing, is a doubtfal good-good only and wrong; one by one ignoring all as we carefully, cantiously use it. virtoes; or, quite as bad, stripping It requires mach sifting. If the salthem of their divine simplicity, and phur get into the otherwise innocent tricking them up in fantastic dressing, ingredients, it becomes a dangerous * to please the eye of tbe mind, no compound, that, coming in contact lopger single enough for truth? Who with fiery Datures, may blow all the can depy tbat, were not the implanted laboured works of civilisation to moral sense depraved, and hence the atoms. Reason, we should be now here, on I have no patience, Eusebius, to this earth, the "just men made per- hear this perpetual cant of educationfect " which we are only capable of ists, that knowledge is everythingbeing made hereafter? We greatly this perpetual cramming fact upon boast of human reason, but where is fact, and nothing but fact, into the it as a one recognised or recognisable brain of man, woman, and childentity? We are all flattered as ra- fact good and fact bad, without distional beings, whereas we should be crimination, so that it be fact, and ratber called capable of receiving too often surmises and fallacies misreason, and that each of us perhaps taken for facts. There is an art of in small portions. Reason as an ab- false reasoning easier taught than that solute wbole is with no one. It has of true reasoning. Knowledge, in the its thousand problems, some of which sense in which knowledge is usually we work out for ourselves with pain- taken, is no panacea for the ills that fal labour, and by experience, for our are in the world. There is but one limited individual use. It is a be- cure for them-one, though two in wildered fancy that conjectures be- name-moral and religious training yond a narrow sphere, and dreams of the training which tends to make, a perfectibility in wisdom. Know not knowing, but wise. What a pity ledge-knowledge! It is a cant and it is that our beautiful Church Cateconceited cry. The Tree of Knowledge chism, that pure moral training, is set bears two kinds of fruit, good and aside so widely. There is a knowevil; both are plucked and eaten, ledge that keeps op bad pride—this poison apd strengthen. There is no keeps it down; elevating through stronger mark of our inpate imperfec- humility; teaching to be just, kind, tion than that we are all claiming contented-in fact, good. I cannot reason as our rightful infallibility, repeat this lamentation on the neglect while at the same time we bave its of this best teaching too often; mere manifold missbapen and discoloured secular knowledge, either for high or phantasmagoria playing trickeries be- low, is, as a teaching, in nine cases fore our very eyes. “Eyes have out of ten, worthless. Even common they, and see pot." Is not that pas- useful knowledge is less taught than sage of truth exemplified everywhere? the showy and useless. I find even How came human reason to be a a government inspector complaining divided thing? Doubtless it was of the “high-flown school " system; once one. When was its moral sense and, as a result of a neglect of the disrupted from its intellectual? In- useful and practical. Speaking of an examination, he says: “Not one of bius, we had more of them now. The the boys could tell, if wheat was public mind wants to be stirred, not 7s. 6d. a bushel, what seven quarters by its interests only, but away from would cost? But they readily answered those engrossing interests, by enjoysuch questions as, What is the specific ments that are in common. I look gravity of the planets Saturn and upon it, that war is at this moment Jupiter?" Happily there are judi- giving not unimportant education. It cious inspectors who effectually and is stirring the general heart-making beneficially perform their duties, and it sensitive to every touch of generoare sensible of the ambitious mistakes sity-awakening what has been too made by some of their brethren. long dormant; and, through the best
It was no bad expression of the feelings, quickening the understandpoet Afranius, that “knowledge is ing. Events that reach everybody the daughter of use (experience) and make a present portion of everybody's memory."* The commentary on education. When the heart, as the which passage, in Aubus Gellius, is saying is, comes up into the throat quite to the point, as to the need of and chokes utterance, which every exercise in "common things," in pre- man bas recently witnessed when he ference to the “inanitates verborum." participated with his neighbours in Our educational systems are propa- the admiration of the heroic deeds of gating the pedantry of knowledge; his countrymen in the Crimea, there and this pedantry, in all variety of is an ennobling spirit that will neither prescriptions, is trumpeted about, like soon nor easily be suppressed ; and other deleterious medicines, as the more is done for the national charcure for every moral malady under acter than knowledge schools can ever the sun. It is a common observation effect. The many become one in that mere book-men and fact-men honest pride, the whole moral of a have the narrowest minds. They man is raised, and that lifting up perwant the daily intercourse with their vades the land ; it reaches the refellow-creatures, and the common motest corners, and brings all, howsympathies of life. Yes, Eusebius, ever distant, together, in one absorbthe cultivation of human sympathies, ing interest and general sense of felhow little is that regarded! There is lowship. There is one common no provision for the amusement of the participation in glory, one common people in common, from which both sympathy for the suffering. The knowledge is to be acquired and sym- better life is thriving, the general pathies begot. Popular amusement, heart and understanding are quickby the very congregating people to- ened together. War and danger gether in enjoyment, wears away that sharpen the wits; both move and crust of selfishness, which, in a stage direct the passions, and leave no pating state of universal dulness, settles stagnant pools for the understanding round every individual heart. Bigotry to be smothered in. Thus, war civiof a new kind-puritanism-struck lises. It is in its own nature generout too many holidays from the cal- ous; for the true soldier is ever gentle endar; games and sports, and days - pities and succours his wounded of general cheerfulness, were not foe; and when, after warfare done, looked upon, as they should have such soldiers return to their native been, as educational. Would, Euse- land, and town, or country homes,
* “Eximie hoc atque verisimile Afranius poeta de gignenda comparandaque sapientia opinatus est, quod eam filiam esse Usûs et Memoriæ dixit. Eo namque argumento demonstrat, qui sapiens esse rerum humanarum velit, non libris solis, neque disciplinis rhetoricis dialecticisque opus esse ; sed opertere eum versari quoque exercerique in rebus communibus noscendis periclitandisque ; ea omnia acta et eventa firmiter meminisse : et proinde sapere ac consulere ex his, qua pericula ipsa rerum docuerint, nonque libri tantum, aut magistri per quasdam inanitates verborum et imaginum, tanquam in mimo aut in somnio delectaverint. Versus Afranii sunt in togata, cui Sellæ momen est."
“i Usus me genuit, Mater peperit Memoria ;
Sophiam vocant me Graii, vos Sapientiam.”