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tening outside would have said that Old He stretched out his hand with a mo. Roses was still speaking. By this resem- tion of great relief. “I was afraid you blance the girl, Vic, had trailed to others. were going to speak to night - to tell all, It was now apparent to many, but Dicky even though I was your brother. You said afterwards that it was simply a case spared me for the sake of birth and breeding -- men used to walk- " For the sake of our name," the other ing red carpet grew alike, just as stud- interjected stopily. owners and rabbit-catchers did.
" For the sake of our name. But I The last words of the governor's reply would have taken my punishment, taken were delivered in a very convincing tone it in thankfulness, because you are alive.” as his eyes hung on Old Roses' face. “ Taken it like a man, your Excellency,” " And, as I am indebted to you, gentle was the low rejoinder. men, for the feelings of loyalty to the “ You will not wipe the thing out, throne which prompted this reception and Tom ? " said the other anxiously. the address just delivered, so am I in- Tom Hallwood dried the perspiration debted to Mr. - Adam Sherwood for from his forehead. his admirable language and the unusual “ It can never be wiped out. For you sincerity of his speaking; and to both you shook all my faith in my old world. That's and him for most notable kindness.". Im- the worst thing that can happen a man. I mediately after the governor's speech Old only believe in the very common people Roses stole out; but as he passed through now — those who are not put upon their the door where Vic stood, his hand honor. One doesn't expect it of them, brushed against hers. Feeling its touch, and, unlikely as it is, one isn't often dehe grasped it eagerly for an instant, as ceived in them. I think we'd better talk though he was glad of the friendliness in no more about it."
“ You mean I had better go, Tom." It was just before dawn of the morning “ I think so. I am going to marry that the governor knocked at the door of soon." The other started nervously. the house by Long Neck Billabong. The “ You needn't be so shocked. I'll come door opened almost at once, and he ep. back one day, but not till your wife dies, tered without a word.
or you have a child, as I said." He and Old Rose's stood face to face. The governor rose to his feet and went His face was drawn and worn, the other's to the door. “ Whom do you intend marcold and calm.
rying ?” he asked, in a voice far from regal “ Tom, Tom,” Lord Malice said, "we or vice-regal; only humbled and disturbed. thought you were dead
The reply was instant and keen. “A bar“That is, Edward, having left me to my maid." fate in Burmah -- you were only half a The other's hand dropped from the mile away with a column of stout soldiers door. But Old Roses, passing over, and billmen - you waited till my death opened it, and, mutely waiting for the was reported, and seemed assured, and other to pass through, said: “I do not at then came on to England; for two things, all doubt but there will be issue. Good. to take the title, just vacant by our father's day, my lord !” death, and to marry my intended wife, The governor passed out from the pale who, God knows, appeared to have little light of the lamp into the grey and moist care which brother it was. You got both. morning. He turned at a point where the I was long a prisoner. When I got free, house would be lost to view, and saw the I knew; I waited. I was waiting till you other still standing there. The voice of had a child. Twelve years have gone; Old Roses kept ringing in his ears sardonyou have no child. But I shall spare you ically. He knew that his punishment yet awhile. If your wife should die, or must go on and on. you should yet have a child, I shall re- And it did. Old Roses married Victoturn."
ria Dowling from the Jumping Sandhills, The governor lifted his head wearily and there was comely issue, and that issue from the table where he now sat. “ Tom," is now at Eton; for Esau came into his he said, in a low, heavy voice, “I was birthright, as he hinted he would, at his always something of a scoundrel, but I've own time. But he and his wife have a repented of that thing every day of my way of being indifferent to the gay, astonlife since. It has been knives — knives ished world. And, uncommon as it may all the way. I am glad – I can't tell you seem, he has not tired of her. how glad — that you are alive."
Fifth Series, Volamo LXXIX.
No. 2511. - August 13, 1892.
CONTENTS. 1. THE EARL OF ALBEMARLE,
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THE EVENING PRIMROSE.
To cheat the infinite desire,
To halt and falter near the goal,
To kill the spirit's mounting fire,
To save the shadow, lose the soul! Looks from your patient eyel how frail and pale
A story old, yet vital now You stand among the flowerets! and your
The vision and the voice abide, bowl Shows like a vanishing phantom of the A beckoning shape with star-bright brow
Travels our paltry lives beside; grail.
A voice that clear, persistent, low, Young buds that point a finger to the blue Crowd on your stem, and youth and hope are Breathes where the ghosts of beauty grow
Softly persuades, and lingers long,
From color, music, marble, song;
Murmurs amid the twilight pines,
The rosy globe of sunset shines; The poor discolored fragments of their pride,
Or hang disconsolate with draggled vest, Speaks from shy blooms in spring that blow, And clinging, sodden cerements, to abide From the still stars that beam above, The gradual working of the Alkahest. Froin lights in conquering eyes that glow,
And the strange charm of woman's love. Was it for this you struggled into light? That one brief day should crown a tedious For duty's self-forgetful pain, night?
For stainless thought, for service high, Was it for this you felt your way along Still pleads the urgent inward strain The paths of natural growth, that from their While one like God seems gliding by.
height Shrill death should echo in your triumph But we indifferent, deaf, and blind, song?
In mean, contented ways drift on
Some moment we shall start to find
-you bloom again in Paradise.
“SOLVITUR ACRIS HYEMS." Longman's Magazine.
The earth relents, and shows another face; INADEQUACY.
The lawns are cloth'd, the flowers reappear;
When surly winter to the spring gives place. THE haste, the bended knee, the cry With eager youth's ideal warm,
No more the frost lies white upon the fields; The sad love in the Master's eye
Rich scents and sounds come floating down That followed the departing form:
Carpets of blossom every orchard yields ; Fine ardors quenched in caution cold,
Gardens are drowsy with the hum of bees. Pure dreams that never dawned again A picture here, to thrall and hold
So sang my best loved poets long ago, The fleeting memory of men.
Horace and Virgil, of their happier day,
Their southern world. Ah mel our springs O weak and melancholy doom,
are slow, To his young heart's bright festival
They tease us, and they loiter by the way. To bid fair guests and not find room, For the most gracious guest of all: Spring mocks us now with many a golden hour
Of sun and growth, half shown, then snatch'd To hail the Holy, greet the Just,
from view; To ask, and crave, and still not stay, And we are left again in winter's power : Wistful and frank to almost trust,
But still, dear Dorothy, it gives us you, Yet pass to gilded want away!
A matchless gift. The wild, capricious time, O boundless misery, dismal fate
Thus giving, is forgiven : and I would inake Of minds that self but half subdue,
In praise of spring, as poets us'd, a rhyme, To reach, of loftiest life, the gate,
To say how well I love it, for your sake. And valor lack to venture thro':
From The National Review.
active, was less exclusively barbaric, athTHE EARL OF ALBEMARLE.
letic, and frivolous than now; though, If you had wished to reconcile a red indeed, a few members of it may be Republican to the existence of a hereditary credited with a certain interest in such nobility, you could not have done better political tidings as the daily newspaper than introduce him to Lord Albemarle. may supply. Young Keppel's master at He was one of the most charming ex. Westminster, however, had recommended amples of a gentleman of the old school his father to renounce the project of makit has been my good fortune to meet —"a ing him a lawyer, and advised the choice good old English gentleman, all of the of a more active profession.
This was ancient time.” lo person he was slight, after sundry foggings for neglect of aod of medium height, with fine features, lessons, from which the intercession of blue eyes, and a winning smile. His his playmate, Princess Charlotte, had manners were digoified, unaffected, and quite failed to save him, and after the courteous, without the smallest approach episode which caused his removal from to stiffness, pomposity, or self-assertion. the school, it having been discovered that His politeness was that of a good heart, the boy was in the habit of climbing over though the outward guise of it may have a wall and down a lamp-post or rope owed something to inherited high.breed- ladder in order to go to the play at night, ing, and native charm; with him it was leaving a dummy in bed to represent him. no mere veneer of politeness assumed by After this his family made him a soldier. some Chesterfield or Horace Walpole, so But in later life he combined a taste for superficial that it easily turns to vulgar reading in many different literatures with insolence in the presence of those counted the usual pursuits of an English coun. inferior, and on very slight provocation. try gentleman, and indeed became quite Scratch the gentleman, and you too often an accomplished linguist, with marked find the cad. But Lord Albemarle was a delight in, and aptitude for, learning mao also of scrupulous honor and integ. languages. Although he never made rity; his was a very chivalrous nature pretensions to accurate scholarship, phi. as all would understand clearly, if it were lology was a favorite study. In English, proper for me to tell a characteristic anec- the poets he cared for were Shakespeare dote relating to his life at court. He was and Byron. He read Italian, which he tenderly considerate of the feelings of learned when quartered in the Ionian others; and though in early manhood he Islands as a youth, German (he was parhad been proud and impetuous, displaying ticularly fond of Schiller), French, Persian some of that irritability of temper which (he knew enough of it to enter into a long often accompanies a sensitive and very conversation with the shah when the affectionate heart, in later life this toned latter visited England), and Hindustani. itself down to a gentle serenity. He was Till nearly ninety, his eyesight remaining fastidious, and easily pleased, or ruffled, good, and his faculties unimpaired, he by the manner of others towards him; read books in most of those languages. witty and humorous too ; in his best days Lord Albemarle was born June 13, he had been the prince of good fellows, 1799, and died February 21, 1891 ; so that aod of boon companions, accustomed to at the time of his death he was in his " set the table in a roar” by his amusing oinety-second year. He came of a disstories, in which, I believe, there was tinguished Dutch noble family; and an never a spice of malice --- all bubbled interesting account of some historic ioci. over from a spring of innocent mirth dents, in which his forefathers took part, withio. Io later manhood he combined especially of famous battles, is contained culture and a certain love of literature in the first volume of Lord Albemarle's rather remarkably with the tastes and · Fifty Years” – as also of their later pursuits of a man of action; thus recalling exploits in England. Arnold Joost-Van in some measure the Elizabethan age, Keppel accompanied William of Orange when our upper class, though quite as to this country in the year 1688, and was
created Earl of Albemarle for his services. the forest, “ Ah ! he too must go !” Such (The title is derived from the town of was his feeling (as of personal attachment) Aumale in France, the same which gives to all the ancient trees on the estate. He one to the Bourbon Duke ; and our own had been familiar with them from boyMonk of the Restoration had been Duke hood ; under their roof of greenery he had of Albemarle.) This gallant, talented, and played with brother and sister, and in manhandsome Keppel stood high in the favor hood he affectionately regarded them at all of William.
seasons of the year. Yet hard and conI had not the privilege and pleasure of scientiously as he toiled, even sacrificing knowing the late lord till he was between through long periods cherished inclinaeighty and ninety, when I met him at the tions and projects to secure an end, which house of my cousin, Mr. Ernest Noel, to him appeared worthy of all effort and who had married his daughter, Lady renunciation, he was destined to suffer Augusta Keppel. He was then living deep disappointment, unforeseen circumwith them, either at his own house in stance baffling him at last; and QaidenPortman Square (where he died) or during ham was sold. But one is glad to know some months of the year at their country that eventually the fates relented; and residence, Lydhurst, near Hayward's much to the old man's satisfaction, the Heath, in Sussex. His memory when I estate was bought by Lord Egerton for his first met him, was still fresh as that of a daughter, who had married Lord Albe. boy; and to hear him talk of past times marle's eldest grandson, the present Lord to hear him, for example, recount eagerly, Bury, so that the family place came again and with boyish freshness, his recollec- to the Keppels. For the rest, Lord tions of the battle of Waterloo - was a Albemarle in his Norfolk home was a most interesting experience. He seemed keen sportsman, a bold rider, and an exto remember the incidents of yesterday cellent landlord, cultivating very friendly and of middle age as well as he remem- relations with his tenantry, so that his bered those of youth, and such a con. memory is dearly cherished by them to tinuously illuminated memory is rare. this day. A farmer lately told his Nearly up to the last he took a keen inter-daughter he had never heard a single est in politics, although he ceased to take person speak an ill word about him; and an active part in them when, succeeding that is much to say. to the title, he devoted himself to the. When Lord Albemarle was an old man, daties of a country gentleman, and to the living in Portman Square, it became a management of his estate in Norfolk. custom for his friends to visit him on the This had been left to him much encum- anniversary of Waterloo -- among them bered by his father; so he devoted years the Prince of Wales, the Duke of Camof patient assiduity and self-denying exer- bridge, Mr. Gladstone, and Robert Brown. tion to clearing it as far as possible of ing – he being one of the very few debt, and banding it down unembarrassed surviving officers who could remember to his successor. For though “a Whig that great day; one, moreover, who had of the sixth generation," as he used to gained the good-will and respect of all say, indeed a convinced Liberal, he yet who knew him. This visit of friends to retained a kind of feudal feeling concern- Lord Albemarle grew and grew till it asing old family properties, and the desir- sumed quite the proportions and appear. ableness of their remaining in the hands ance of a levée. His unassuming, gracious of their original possessors. One of his manner on these occasions, so gratifying daughter's earliest recollections of her to himself, will long be remembered. The father, is of his taking her through the account he has given in his autobiography beautiful woods of their old home, Quiden- of his Waterloo recollections is very ham, and marking for the axe one noble graphic, although he did not begin to tree after another, now and again exclaim- write that book till he was seventy. But ing, sometimes with tears in his eyes, as his memory had remained, as I have alhe paused before a venerable patriarch of ready observed, wonderfully accurate. So