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gentleman, sir, to be so easy taken in. Two aunts and two uncles were challenged Hannah Dill, indeed! Is it likely?” by Hannah Dill, in whose teeth it was

“Not at all likely," answered the com- forthwith Aung that her husband was a manding voice; "but let her alone for the convict, and that this was already known present.

all over Ipswich, and that if the dear de“Where's my babe ? where's my child?” parted had only known it too, he never she exclaimed, trying again to raise herself, would have suffered her to enter his door; and failing

and who, in a passion of tears, replied by “ Close at hand,” answered the same upbraidings of their unkindness in suffervoice, and a glass of wine was held to her ing their own sister, in spite of her humble lips; after drinking which she sat up, and entreaties for help, to die in receipt of observed that she was in a small wain- parish pay, and be buried with a pauper's scoted parlor, accommodated on a horse- funeral; and then, after this short out, hair sofa. Several people were in the break of indignation and outraged feeling, room; for a moment they seemed to float partly at their refusal to recognize her, and before her; but presently she gathered then, when they did, at their cruei mention strength, and then, as they settled down of her wretched husband, being completely into their places, her attention was at- quelled by numbers, and cured of her faint. tracted almost at once by a little stout old ness by passionate excitement, snatched woman, with eyes like black beads, a long up her baby in her trembling 'arms, and pose, and a curled "front” of brown hair. seizing her other child by the hand, turned She was dressed in neat mourning, and no her back on them all, and, without any sooner met the full gaze of the tall, gaunt words of farewell, moved hastily towards young woman, then she slipped into the the door. background; whereupon the gentleman But that gentleman, still looking on, was whom they had called Mr. Bartlett looked standing before it, leaning against the linsurprised, and requested her to come for- tel. “Where are you going, Mrs. Dill?” ward, which she did, looking both irate he now asked, with slow composure. and abashed.

“ I don't know," she answered, with a Still Mrs. Dill looked at her. “You'll choking sob. “I have nowhere to go to. excuse me, ma'am. It's many years since I've come to-day and yesterday all the way I saw my aunt Maria - Mrs. Storer; and from beyond Glastonbury, to see my poor folks alter strangely. I don't wonder, uncle. But I'm not wanted; it's no use either, that any one should forget me, not my stopping now.” expecting to see me dressed so as I am. “Oh! the person I wrote to, then? I You are the very moral of what my dear think you are rather in a hurry,” he anmother was before she died. Why, dear swered, with his calm, slow smile. me, ma'am, you are my aunt Maria! I'm Here the two aunts said it was a shame, your sister Susan's daughter, aunt. I'm and they had never been used to convicts' Hannah Goodrich."

wives in the family. She quivered all over, “ Tcha!” said the old lady, "it's no and, with entreating eyes, appealed to him such thing; you're not a bit like her. to let her be gone. But be, taking no no. What did you expect you were going to tice, proceeded calmly. do here, deceiving of us?”

“ Your uncle, you know, might have left “It don't much signify what I expected,” you something ; you don't seem to think she answered, bursting into tears; but she of that, Mrs. Dill." had looked round the room first, and was To this speech, still trembling with exquick to perceive at once how unwelcome citement and passion, she made a remarkshe was there. “ It don't much signify able apswer. what I expected; I shall not have it now. “It's no use at all what he might have He's gone that meant to be a good friend said I was to have; they would divide it to me! You have no call to be so envi- amongst themselves just the same — I

He's past doing me any kindness; know they would ! They are that grasping and I was more in need of it than you and contemptuous, that they would never are.”

let me touch a thing !' Here followed a scene which the one In the mean time, the aunts and uncles silent spectator looked on at with equal were all appealing to Mr. Bartlett, and saysurprise, interest, and attention; a scene ing it was a shame. of excitement, rage, and recrimination, “So it may be,” he answered coldly, during which all the old heart burnings “ for anything I care. There is no doubt, and delinquencies of the Goodrich family then, that this is Hannah Dill. You had were raked up, and argued over again. I better sit down, Mrs. Dill."

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Mrs. Dill, having received this command, said, with rather more sharpness in his tone wept, but obeyed; and, observing the si- than he had used before, " I may hope, I lence that had fallen on the company, felt suppose, that I have your attention, Mrs. her excitement suddenly give way to shame Dill ?” at the passionate language into 'which she “ Yes, sir,” she replied. had been betrayed. Here she was obliged “ And that you will attend to my advice, to face everybody, and all eyes were upon and make no promises till after you have her.

seen me tomorrow morning.” “I'm sure I humbly beg your pardon, The room was full of sighs again. uncles and aunts,” she cried, drying her “ You promise ? eyes with another sob.

“Yes, sir,” she repeated, “ I do." “ Mrs. Dill,” continued the lawyer, Thereupon, having done his duty, he “have I your attention ?".

promptly retired, but, as if struck by an “ Sir?"

after-hought, had scarcely closed the door “I am the lawyer who made your uncle's when he opened it again, and beckoned will. This being the day succeeding his her out with his finger. funeral, I have just been reading it here, “ Have you any money ?” he whispered according to his directions."

kindly. “ Indeed, sir.”

Only a few halfpence, sir.” “There it lies upon the table. You will “ You would like to borrow this, then," please to make yourself at home here. he said, and he put two sovereigns in her Everything is yours."

hand; whereupon, feeling more relieved “ Mine?" with a sharp cry of amaze. every instant, she returned, and, as is often ment.

the case on a great occasion, her first “ Yours.'

words were very simple and commonplace. To say that on the instant Mrs. Dill was She looked round; no eyes met hers. It pleased or proud, would be quite a mistake. was evident that she was mistress of the Compunction and confusion strove in her situation. " Aunts and uncles,” she said, mind, with doubt as to whether the family in a deprecating tone, and after an awkwould let her take what had been given ward pause," if you're agreeable to it, let's her, and utter abasement at her position have our tea.” as a convict's wife tied her tongue. She By this time the aunt who had not gazed helplessly at the lawyer, who, having hitherto spoken had got the baby in her taken a pair of new gloves from his pocket arms. The other, seeing that the matter and deliberately put them on, was now was inevitable, constituted herself spokesbuttoning them one after the other, as if woman for the party, and said, in a way they were of more consequence than her half grumbling, half ashamed, inheritance.


, Hannah, I for one am willing to So they were to him.

forgive and forget; and there's a gel It may have been, perhaps, that he saw down-stairs you might send out for any. her bewilderment as she gazed at them, thing you wanted — muffins, a relish, or that he put his hands behind him and said, what not." with slow composure, “Mrs. Dill, I have “Or spirits,” put in one of the uncles ; some advice to give you, in the presence “or, in short, anything as you might think of these good people.”

well to hev." Having said this, he presently took up Mrs. D'ill sent out for new bread, fresh the will and put it in his pocket.

butter, plenty of muffins, green tea, loaf “Yes, sir,” she answered, the sense of sugar, sausages, ham to fry, a bottle of gin, his words reaching her at last; and she and a quart of milk. gathered her first feelings of possession When the meal was ready, the “ gel from the deep silence around her, and from was trusted with the baby, and took it his speaking to her only.

down-stairs, while they all sat down and “I advise you to make no promises did it full justice; but to nobody were the whatever, and, in fact, utterly to decline steaming sausages and delightful cups of any sort of discussion on business mat- hot strong tea so welcome as to Hannah ters, till after you have seen ine to-morrow Dill herself, for she had eaten nothing that morning.”

day but a dry crust of bread, which her Hannah Dill gazed at him, and the little girl, after a sufficient meal, had room seemed to be full of sighs; there daintily declined, so short had she been was not a person present that had not of money till those two sovereigns, the first heaved one.

pledges of prosperity, touched her honest When they reached the lawyer's ears, he hand.

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She did not preside, would not have | kins, called in the island “shooshoot," presumed to do so. One aunt served the upon which they feed. ham and sausages, another poured out Exactly one hundred years after its disthe tea, her uncles kept the bottle of gin covery, the English man-of-war “Pearl” under their special superintendence, and came across it, and re-named it “The Enall was silent satisfaction, if not harmony, glish Forest,” from the extreme density of till the company could eat and drink no the vegetation, which prevented any ex.

ploration of the interior.

Thirty years later came the French, taking possession of it under the name of Bourbon, and leaving behind a few settlers,

who passed their time in getting what they From Fraser's Magazine.

could out of the stony soil, and trying their BOURBON.

luck in the richer and neighboring MadaTHE ramblings of many years make one gascar. But the natives of the latter disacquainted with strange, out-of-the-world liked intruders as much then as now, and nooks and corners, places somewhat apart put a stop to immigration by a general from the lines of communication which massacre of the French settlers on their convenience or commerce has marked out, island in 1674, the few survivors escaping and so not a little interesting as behind to Bourbon; and from this time the reguthe rest of the world in manners and cus- lar occupation of it may be said to have toms, while the beauties which nature has commenced. Sugarcanes were introduced, given to them still remain undescribed in mills for its manufacture built, and a long the guide-books. And of such places period of quiet ensued, during which the there is none of which I have a more island increased in population and prospleasant remembrance than the small perity. Then came the Revolution, when island Réunion, or, as it is still popularly the republic was proclaimed, and its name called, Bourbon.

changed to Réunion. To place Bourbon on the map would be In 1798, five years after this event, a a difficulty with most Englishmen; what strange incident occurred. Tippoo Saib, little position in the table of geographical then fighting against the English in India, precedence it obtains has arisen from its sent ambassadors to the colonial Assembly next-door neighbor, Mauritius, one of the in the island, asking for soldiers to fight smallest of our colonies, with just enough the English, “who were pressing on him position itself to lend a trifle to its sister sorely, threatening to eat up his land like isle some ninety miles away.

a flight of locusts,” a request which was Standing up from the depths of the granted willingly, though there is nothing Indian Ocean, just within the tropic of to show whether the soldiers ever reached Capricorn, on the edge of the south-east the threatened land. trade wind, and three hundred and fifty Réunion not appearing suited to the rank miles from the eastern coast of Madagas- of the empire under the new emperor, the car, Bourbon lies far distant from the two island was again christened lle Bonaparte, great highways which cross those seas, and, curiously enough, a statue of the while the path of the hurricanes which an- petit caporal still stands in the centre nually devastate that portion of the globe of a fountain in the courtyard of the prinpasses directly over it, rendering seamen cipal hotel in St. Denis, its blue coat, white anxious to give it as wide a berth as pos- lappels, and celebrated cocked hat unsible.

touched by all the changes in government Yet Réunion is a province of France, and name which have taken place since its and one she is as jealous of possessing as erection. many nearer home. It has, moreover, The island had now become flourishing; so small an island (one hundred and forty sugar-mills were numerous; planters remiles take you round the whole extent) turned to Paris with fortunes; coffee, an important history, and has passed spices, fruits of all kinds, and many through many vicissitudes since its dis- cereals were said to grow in abundance. covery in 1513 by the Portuguese, who Such were the tales that reached the gave it the name Sainte Appollonia, sub- ears of a British squadron prowling about sequently Ile Mascareigne. Not content, those seas. Report painted its capital as however, with giving it a name, they a Capua of pleasure and easy morals. It stocked it with pigs and goats, both of was, moreover, but one night's sail from which are at the present day excellent, the Isle of France, long coveted by the owing to the vast quantities of wild pump- English. So one day in August, 1809, the


fleet bore up and landed a force on the the whole circumference of the island island. But after holding their own for every here and there wanders out in the two days the blue jackets were beaten off, coast-line just above high-water mark, and and re-embarked, revenging themselves by gives evidence of life and industry by the making a second landing at another part moving groups upon it. of the coast a few days after, and burning In early morning the mountains stand a quantity of government stores, after out black and distinct against the sky, but which the ships sailed calmly away. But as the sun rises cloud after cloud creeps the following year four thousand men dis- up the valleys and clothes the tops in an embarked and marched on the capital, impenetrable pall, only to dissolve as evenwhere the garrison honorably capitulated, ing sets in. after, according to French historians, a The most marked of the two peaks is sanguinary defence by five or six hundred the Piton des Neiges, which is ten thouNational Guards. On the Champ de Mars sand and sixty-nine feet above sea-level, above St. Denis, the spot where the battle and the whole of this height being visible was fought, stand two very ugly monu- at once, the appearance it presents is most ments, one to the memory of a lieutenant striking at all times, but when suddenly of H.M. 82nd Regiment, the other to the seen from the deck of a ship it is beyond twenty-one men who lost their lives on the expression grand and startling. I have occasion. Of the National Guards who seen it thus many times, but it has each perished in the sanguinary conflict not a time appeared to break upon me unex. trace remains.

pectedly. You are peering through the For five years the English held the haze for it just where it should be, wonderisland, when it once more fell to the ing it is not there, and where it can have French, as one of the exchanges on the disappeared to; and of a sudden it will be abdication of Napoleon, local rumor say looking down upon you from the clouds, ing in mistake for a West India island, the haze dissolving into the fields and val. owing to the deficient education of the ley's at its base; you have wearied your then existing ministers. Finally, in 1848, eyes searching for the mountain, and be. Bourbon once more became known offi-hold all the time they have been looking cially as Réunion, the inhabitants worthily straight at it, and mistaking solid rock for celebrating the event by a decree emanci- sky. pating the slaves, who, to the number of The first time I sighted it was from the sixty thousand, were employed on their deck of an ocean steamer, coming from estates.

the south late one summer's evening. The At a distance the island appears to be a ship slid silently over the long, glassy vast mountainous mass, rising like a flat- swells, every sound was hushed, every eye tened cone from the sea, which frets and was strained watching for the expected lashes itself into foam forever against its land. The damp, cool smell of the land, base, unprotected by coral reefs or outly- invisible, hung about the decks; a shore ing rocks, and thus unlike its neighbor bird perched upon the rigging, and chirMauritius. On approaching nearer, the ruped plaintively; some even fancied they cone' opens out into two distinct groups of could hear the surf beating upon the rocks, mountains, united by a high neck of land, but as yet, and night was growing on in called La Plaine des Cafres; the group to darkening shades, there was nothing bethe north-west culminating in the Piton yond ourselves but the grey sea-haze and des Neiges, that to the southward in the link-black water. The captain on the bridge Grand Volcan, a still active volcano. had quickened his walk to and fro, and his These mountain groups are scarped and footsteps told that he was not at ease. precipitous, deeply scored with chasms When, suddenly, there grew quickly out of and ravines, while on all sides the silver the darkness right ahead great fires, dotted streak of falling water peeps through the here and there, to our fancy close at hand; foliage which clothes all but the loftier indeed, some declared they could see the summits. Round the coast the ground Aames leaping, and could hear the fire slopes gently upwards for a mile or more crackling. After that came a short motowards the central mountains, and is dot-ment of suspense. Then the ship swung ted with bright cane-fields, and the chim- round, leaving the fires on one hand; and neys of numerous sugar-houses; villages above the fires a towering mass seemed to cluster round the white church towers; start out high over the mastheads, showing groves of trees and orchards of fruit trees a dim, dark outline against the sky, a huge are scattered pleasantly round the out- canopy above us, rising into the heavens skirts; while the road that winds about land blotting out the stars. And that was


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Bourbon. There had been no danger; mendous rollers, which hardly ever cease the water close inshore is fathoms deep, tumbling upon the coast, make_the apand the planters burning their cane trash proach to it

, especially at St. Denis, a gave us timely warning; but the sight of matter of danger and discomfort; and, that great mountain toppling overhead was indeed, frequently, after heavy weather, one to be remembered; it came at last so altogether impossible. The small port at unexpectedly after so much expectation. the village of St. Paul, considerably to the

Another time I saw it was in early morn- westward of the principal town, is easier ing, after a night of tempest such as one of access, and the government have demeets with only in the tropics ; rain, wind, signed an artificial harbor there ; but it is thunder, and sea lit up by ghastly lightning a dreary little place, and when you have flashes, with the whisper going round landed at it there is still a long journey to that this was the coup-de-vent, the much St. Denis, whence supplies have to be dreaded hurricane. It was the first day at drawn, and arrangements for excursions sea, and everything adrift. For my part, into the interior made. I had rolled myself in a waterproof upon St. Denis looks particularly well from the after hatchway, and longed for day. the roadstead to those whose stomachs light. And when day came, and the fat- are strong enough to endure the incessant faced, solemn-eyed French crew came rolling of a ship at anchor there. The squelching along the decks among the shipping seldom consists of more than five débris, what a cheerless prospect it was; or six small barques hailing from Nantes grey sky meeting the grey water, waves or Marseilles, with the little brig-rigged churned into froth tumbling along cross-map-of-war that does duty as a guard ship; ways, anyways; the steamer pitching and and twice a month one of the fine steamers straining, creaking and groaning; all wet, of the Messageries Maritimes Compagnie, chilled, and altogether miserable. We with the mails from Aden to Mauritius. were due at St. Denis by eight, but eight How any inside arrangements stand the came and there was no land, no coffee ; motion is wonderful; indeed, how masts, the cook had been washed out with his spars, or cables survive that slow, confire, and the last drop in our flasks had stant, heavy roll is almost a marvel. From been finished. Then they turned the ship the shore the mail steamer, which lies round and began to search for the land, inside the rest of the shipping, will show and in that great ocean to pick up a little a good bird's-eye view of her decks, dotted island seems none too easy when the fog with doll-like figures holding on to any. banks creep round you like screens. So thing convenient as she heels towards you, the weary hours dragged along till noon, then down goes the deck and up comes the and then a tiny chasse-marée driving past huge, round, red-painted botton, like some us told us where we were, and we turned sea-monster, spotted with strange-looking again. At last we saw it. A faint, green valves and openings never meant for other glimmer, low down, almost in the water, eyes than fishes'; and just as you make and that they told us was a cane-field. up your mind that it is all over with her, Then the glimmer grew distinct, and we literally and figuratively, down goes the could see the trees and hedgerows round red leviathan with a sullen heave, and the field, then another and another field, round come the polished deck-houses and and the sun shining on them, and we, poor | doll-like figures. damp ones, longed to bask in that sunshine. The western side of the roadstead is Then more fields, a house, a church, a tiny sheltered by the bold headland called Cape lighthouse, and some one made a joke – Bernard, a long promontory with precipi. we were getting better. When, of a sud. tous rocky faces, forming a continuation of den, pointing up skywards, over the mast- a spur from the central mountains. The heads appeared a solid peak, black and top of the cape is flat, covered with short clearly defined against a patch of blue, all grass; and on one occasion, after heavy around it wreaths of thick fog and cloud, rain, I counted seven waterfalls flinging and just this one grand bit of mother earth themselves from it sheer into the sea at its high overhead to make us happy; and the base. So great was the fall, that the water French passengers on board, recovering formed a series of arches over the road slowly, beaved sighs of relief, looking up which is being cut along the face of the thankfully, and pointing at it with their cliffs. feebly dramatic fingers, cried out, “ A-ha! These waterfalls are a spécialité in the v'la le Piton ! - bon!"

landscapes of the island. The land, as The great drawback in a visit to Bour- much of it as is not solid rock, is combon is the difficulty in landing. The tre- I posed of conglomerates, the débris thrown

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