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"But how did this fatal accident occur, Rose?” | ber no more, for, unused to such scenes, my I inquired. “Why have you never mentioned strength succumbed. it before?"
Mr. Lovell and his son were laid side by side Paler than ever, Rose replied, with a faltering in the family vault on the same day; the brokenvoice, “Because it was not an accident, Evelin" hearted father surviving his beloved child but a (she shivered, and put her lips close to my car). few hours. That son's dying confession was re" He was cast down intentionally.”
peated to him, although he took no notice at the “By whom, Rose?" My heart throbbed vio- time, and lived not to make restitution to the inlently; strange thoughts were rushing through nocent; but to his daughters, as co-heiresses, my brain.
the whole of his immense wealth descended; and “I dare not tell you; I am forbidden to reveal yet Mr. Lovell left a son—a good, noble-hearted more. I was very young at the time, and things son, whom he had unjustly disinherited. When were hushed up; but poor Milly has been a the disinherited was told that the only words his changed being ever since."
departed parent had spoken after receiving his "Mildred !" I exclaimed, in surprise ; "what death-blow, the only token of consciousness he effect could this tragedy have on her, more than had evinced was in faintly murmuring, “ Bless on other members of your family ?”
Edwin, my son,” that son valued the world's “It had, it had, Evelin, because she desired to wealth but as dross in comparison; nor would screen the guilty ; but ask me no more, and let he have exchanged those precious words for all us quit this hateful place.”
the uncounted riches of the globe! His father My mind was bewildered and uneasy. Who then had believed him innocent, and had blessed could the guilty person alluded to be, and where- him; and Edwin, the ornithologist of Ivy Lodge, fore such a mystery preserved? The wildest came to Lovell Castle, justly lord of all, but ownconjectures disturbed my imagination, while re- ing nothing save a thankful heart and a peaceful doubled love and sympathy were given to the mind, to be clasped in the arms of his faithful bereaved mother. But this tangled web was soon sister Mildred, for they were twins, and linked to be unraveled-unraveled in an awful and sud- together in heart. Then, and not till then, were den manner, for that avenging arm was out the following particulars narrated to Rose and stretched which no mortal can withstand. myself by Mrs. Priestly. Rose mourned deeply
We were preparing to return home, and I was for her brother, but justice to the living demandhappy in the near prospect of seeing dear Lodi-ed full disclosure of the truth. mer so soon. Harold Lovell left the castle at Edwin had never been a favorite with his early morn in high health and spirits, to attend a father, a fall in infancy having rendered him unrace meeting, some few miles off, with several sightly, and probably occasioned the delicate boon companions. A quarrel arose, and Harold, health which induced that love of studious redeeming himself insulted, and more than half in- pose so opposite to those qualities which Mr. ebriated, struck a desperate gambler, who de Lovell admired in his younger son. A tutor was manded satisfaction on the spot. Harold fell, provided for Edwin at home, while Harold, with mortally wounded, and was borne back to Lovell his cousin, Jocelin Priestly, was sent to a pubon a litter, late in the evening. The father's de lic school. With unfeeling thoughtlessness, Jospair, blessedly merged in insensibility, the sis-celin used often to amuse himself by joking at ter's agony, we draw a vail over.
the expense of Edwin's personal deformity, call. Mrs. Priestly, Miidred, and myself, with the ing him “hunchback," and many other nickmedical attendants, alone were calm and of use, names, all of which the amiable youth bore with so far, indeed, as human aid extended. The do- unflinching patience and fortitude, ever returning mestics were wildly running hither and thither, good for evil. The quarrels and rivalry between but to no purpose: Harold Lovell was rapidly Harold and Jocelin were violent and unceasing; dying. Mrs. Priestly supported the expiring and, previous to the last vacation, they had risen sufferer; she bathed his temples, and spoke to a fiercer pitch than formerly, Jorelin Priestly words of peace. You would have deemed him having carried off a prize from Harold, which the the son of her fondest love, all dislike merged in latter declared was unfair. Jocclin's spirits were pity and the tenderest solicitude. Suddenly Har- outrageous, and in reckless levity he made so old opened his glazing eyes to their widest ex unceasing a butt of the unfortunate elder brother, tent; he recognized her, while a shudder con- that Edwin determined to keep himself as much vulsively shook his whole frame. He essayed to aloof as possible from the boisterous pair, whose articulate, and at length these broken sentences bickerings and headstrong passion disturbed his were heard, “Forgive me, Aunt Priestly—now equanimity. Mildred, whose love and veneration forgive. "Twas I did it! Edwin is innocent ; I for her beloved brother was returned by him with am the murderer. Oh! mercy! mercy!" a depth of affection which only the isolated can
Mrs. Priestly had sank down beside the couch, feel, vainly tried to make peace and preserve conas with clasped hands she raised her streaming cord. Mrs. Priestly, with a mother's doating eyes to heaven; then burying her face, she mur- partiality for an only child, never allowed Jocelin mured—“I do forgive you, poor boy, and so does to be in fault, though she would chide his exEdwin, freely." The spirit passed into eternity uberant spirits, and liked not that he should as she spoke these words. I saw Mildred fling wound the gentle Edwin, whom she dearly loved. berself into l(ss. Priestly's arms, and I remem- Mr. Lovell, on the other hand, laughed at the lads' faults; and, when he could not laugh, wink-1 Mr. Lovell discarded his son forever. He ed at them: “ Edwin was a milk-sop, and Harold would not harbor, he said, one who had vengeand Jocelin fine, high-spirited, handsome fellows, fully taken the life of his beloved nephew; the who would grow wiser as they grew older.” Mrs. law, indeed, could not reach the criminal, but a Priestly “hoped so'—she “prayed so; and Jo- father's malediction could! So the hapless Edcelin was so clever and handsome, that a little win was disowned and disinherited by his indigsteadiness was all he needed ; there was nothing nant parent, who granted him a stipend barely else amiss.” So argued the blind mother; and, sufficient for subsistence, and thrust him forth as next to Harold, his uncle Lovell's affections were an alien. Harold had not encountered his brothlavished on this nephew.
er's placid gaze; he shrank from being alone When these two youths made their appearance with him, and when Edwin begged for an audiat the castle, Edwin frequently retired to the ence, it was refused. Mildred protested her western turret, where he could read and meditate brother's innocence. Edwin had never swerved alone, and enjoy the lovely landscape. Here he from truth in his life; and, strange to say, there was resting on a projecting stone, which served was another who sided with Mildred, and that as a bench, part of the edifice screening him from other, the miserable mother of the victim. She view, when Jocelin Priestly appeared on the had scrutinized and watched Harold Lovell closesummit with a telescope in hand, and, with boy- ly; and when Edwin knelt beside her, and said, ish recklessness, jumped on the low parapet, bal- with quiet, but impressive calmness, “ I am inancing himself on the extreme verge, as he ap- nocent, aunt; I never injured a hair of my couplied the glass to his eye. In another moment sin's head," he was belicved by that jealous, Harold came leaping up the turret-stairs, boiling breaking heart. with furious passion ; and, darting forward, he “But you were there, Edwin,” cried the pour clutched at the glass, screaming, as he did so, lady; "you witnessed it: he came not to his “ How dare you take my telescope, sir, when end by fair means. Speak your brother-was you know I forbade you ?" There was a strug- it he did this foul deed, for he envied and hated gle, a violent thrust, succeeded by a scream of my son—the base, cowardly traitor!" horror and despair, and Edwin beheld his brother Passion choked Mrs. Priestly's utterance, and Harold alone on that dizzy height.
Edwin was mute. Neither prayers nor entreaties All this had passed in a moment of time ap- induced him to explain past circumstances conparently. Harold looked round with a wild, ter- nected with the direful catastrophe. He bore rified glance, and fled, Edwin's limbs refusing to the burden of another's guilt ; he bore in silence sustain him in his efforts to reach the parapet, the contumely that should have been heaped on as he lost consciousness, and swooned. Jocelin another, and was banished from the parental roof. Priestly's fall had been noticed by a gardener, But conviction found its way to Mrs. Priestly's who gave an instant alarm ; but the ill-fated lad heart; and, though Mr. Lovell was implacable, expired in his distracted mother's arms, aster ar- nor would listen to a suspicion implied that he ticulating, “I am murdered."
might be deceived, the mother intuitively shrank Edwin was found on the summit of the western from contact with the false-hearted Harold Lovturret, his incoherent exclamations and agitation ell. As years progressed, the truth became more being considered proofs of guilt by his father and and more firmly impressed on her mind; and to tutor. He solemnly asseverated his innocence, him, accused by his own father of being her only but refused to enter into particulars until his child's destroyer, she left the bulk of her fortune, brother Harold returned, for Harold was absent, and established the outcast in her near vicinity, it was supposed, in the adjacent woodlands, where firmly trusting that the Almighty, in his own he ofttimes resorted to practice with his gun. good time, would bring the real culprit to light. When he did return, Harold with well-acted sur- Her heart fixed on this culprit, but Mr. Lovel) prise heard the dreadful tidings, and demanded, continued in error and darkness. Those precious in a careless manner, where Edwin had been at words spoken in his last hour proved, however, the time? When informed that he was found that darkness was dissipated, and error abanon the summit of the tower, and of the deceas- doned, when the dying man murmured a blessing ed's fearful avowal in his dying moments, Harold on his exiled son, who had sacrificed himself to exclaimed, “ Edwin has indeed avenged himself shield an ungrateful brother from shame and opon poor Jocelin." And Edwin was branded as probrium. lhe dastardly wretch who had taken his cousin's Within two years after her father and brothlife thus !
er's decease, Rose rewarded the long and sincere Edwin denied the foul deed with indignation attachment of a neighboring squire by becoming and horror ; but, when Harold's words were re- his wife. Lovell Castle was sold, and Mildred peated to him, he hung his head, and blushed repaired to Lodimer; while, on the original site scarlet. He spoke no more, save to affirm his of Ivy Lodge, a more commodious dwelling was innocence; and, when questioned as to Jocelin in course of preparation. There she resided Priestly having been near him on the tower just with her beloved brother for the remainder of Defore he met with his death, Edwin admitted their joint lives, and Mr. Edwin found in his the fact; but, when further pressed, he became sweet companion not only a valuable coadjutor confused, and painful internal struggles were in his favorite pursuits, but an absolute rival in evident.
the affections of his feathered pets; while the
swan's nest among the reeds on Lodimer's fair | the key, and as he draws from it the electrical waters continued to be as carefully preserved spark, this strange little boy is struck through and guarded as it had been during the solitary the very heart with an agony of joy. His laboryears of the now happy ornithologist.
ing chest relieves itself with a deep sigh, and he
| feels that he could be contented to die that moA CHILD'S TOY.
ment. And indeed he was nearer death than he THE afternoon was drawing in toward even- supposed; for as the string was sprinkled with
I ing; the air was crisp and cool, and the rain, it became a better conductor, and gave out wind near the earth, steady but gentle; while its electricity more copiously; and if it had been above all was as calm as sleep, and the pale clouds wholly wet, the experimenter might have been -just beginning in the west to be softly gilded killed upon the spot. So much for this child's by the declining sun-hung light and motionless, toy. The splendid discovery it made-of the The city, although not distant, was no longer identity of lightning and electricity-was not alvisible, being hidden by one of the many hills lowed to rest by Ben Franklin. By means of which give such enchantment to the aspect of an insulated iron rod the new Prometheus drew cur city. There was altogether something sin- | down fire from heaven, and experimented with gularly soothing in the scene—something that it at leisure in his own house. He then turned
disposed not to gravity, but to elevated thought the miracle to a practical account, constructing · As we looked upward, there was some object a pointed metallic rod to protect houses from that appeared to mingle with the clouds, to form lightning. One end of this true magic wand is a part of their company, to linger, mute and mo- higher than the building, and the other end tionless like them, in that breathless blue, as if buried in the ground; and the submissive lightfeeling the influence of the hour. It was not a ning, instead of destroying life and property in white-winged bird that had stolen away to muse its gambols, darts direct along the.conductor into in the solitudes of air : it was nothing more than the earth. We may add that Ben was a humora paper kite.
ous boy, and played at various things as well as On that paper kite we looked long and intent- kite-flying. Hear this description of his pranks ly. It was the moral of the picture ; it appeared at an intended pleasure-party on the banks of the to gather in to itself the sympathies of the whole Schuylkill: “Spirits at the same time are to be beautiful world ; and as it hung there, herding fired by a spark sent from side to side through with the things of heaven, our spirit seemed to the river, without any other conductor than waascend and perch upon its pale bosom like a ter--an experiment which we have some time wearied dove. Presently we knew the nature since performed to the amazement of many. A of the influence it exercised upon our imagina- turkey is to be killed for dinner by the electrical tion; for a cord, not visible at first to the exter- shock; and roasted by the electrical jack, before nal organs, though doubtless felt by the inner a fire kindled by the electrical bottle; when the sense, connected it with the earth of which we healths of all the famous electricians in England, were a denizen. We knew not by what hand Holland, France, and Germany, are to be drunk the cord was held so steadily. Perhaps by some in electrified bumpers, under the discharge of silent boy, lying prone on the sward behind yon- guns from the electrical battery." der plantation, gazing up along the delicate lad- We now turn to a group of capital little fel. der, and seeing unconsciously angels ascending lows who did something more than fly their kite. ar.d descending. When we had looked our fill, These were English skippers, promoted some we went slowly and thoughtfully home along the how to the command of vessels before they had deserted road, and nestled, as usual, like a moth, arrived at years of discretion ; and chancing to among our books. A dictionary was lying near; meet at the port of Alexandria in Egypt, they and with a languid curiosity to know what was took it into their heads--these naughty boyssaid of the object that had interested us so much, that they would drink a bowl of punch on the we turned to the word, and read the following top of Pompey's Pillar. This pillar had often definition: Kite-a child's toy.
served them for a signal at sea. It was composed What wonderful children there are in this of red granite, beautifully polished, and standing world, to be sure! Look at that American boy, 114 feet high, overtopped the town. But how with his kite on his shoulder, walking in a field to get up? They sent for a kite, to be sure ; near Philadelphia. He is going to have a fly; and the men, women, and children of Alexandria, and it is famous weather for the sport, for it is wondering what they were going to do with it, in June-June, 1752. The kite is but a rough followed the toy in crowds. The kite was flown one, for Ben has made it himself, out of a silk over the Pillar, and with such nicety, that when handkerchief stretched over two cross-sticks. it fell on the other side the string lodged upon Up it goes, however, bound direct for a thunder- the beautiful Corinthian capital. By this means cloud passing overhead; and when it has arrived they were able to draw over the Pillar a twoat the object of its visit, the flier ties a key to inch rope, by which one of the youngsters the end of his string, and then fastens it with “swarmed” to the top. The rope was now in some silk to a post. By and by he sees some a very little while converted into a sort of rude loose threads of the hempen-string bristle out shroud, and the rest of the party followed, and and stand up, as if they had been charged with actually drank their punch on a spot which, electricity. He instantly applies his knuckles to seen from the surface of the earth, did ro*
appcar to be capable of holding more than one face of his kites with the horizon, so as to make man.
his aerial horses go fast or slow as he chose ; By means of this exploit it was ascertained and side lines to vary the direction of the force, that a statue had once stood upon the column till it came almost to right angles with the direcand a statue of colossal dimensions it must have tion of the wind. His kites were made of varbeen to be prope-ly seen at such a height. But nished linen, and might be folded up into small for the rest—if we except the carvings of sundry compass. The same principle was successfully initials on the top—the result was only the applied by a nautical lad of the name of Dansey knocking down of one of the volutes of the capi- to the purpose of saving vessels in a gale of tal, for boys are always doing mischief; and this wind on “the dread lee shore." His kite was was carried to England by one of the skippers, of light canvas. in order to execute the commission of a lady, In India, China, and the intermediate coun. who, with the true iconoclasm of her country, tries, the aggregate population of which includes had asked him to be so kind as to bring her a one-half of mankind, kites are the favorite toy piece of Pompey's Pillar.
of both old and young boys, from three years to Little fellows, especially of the class of brick- threescore and ten. Sometimes they really re layers, are no great readers, otherwise we might semble the conventional dragon, from which, suspect that the feat of the skipper-boys had among Scotch children, they derive their name, conveyed some inspiration to Steeple Jack. Who sometimes they are of a diamond shape, and is Steeple Jack? asks some innocent reader at sometimes they are like a great spider with a the Antipodes. He is a little, spare creature narrow waist. Our Old Indian is eloquent on who flies his kite over steeples when there is kites, and the glory of their colors, which, in the any thing to do to them, and lodging a cord on days of other years, made her girlish heart leap, the apex, contrives by its means to reach the and her girlish eyes dazzle. The kite-shop is top without the trouble of scaffolding. No fra- like a tulip-bed, full of all sorts of gay and gor gility, no displacement of stones, no leaning from geous hues. The kites are made of Chinese the perpendicular, frightens Steeple Jack. He paper, thin and tough, and the ribs of finely-split is as bold as his namesake, Jack-the-Giant-Killer, bamboo. A wild species of silkworm is pressed and does as wonderful things. At Dunfermline, into the service, and set to spin nuck for the not long ago, when the top of the spire was in strings—a kind of thread which, although fine, 80 crazy a state that the people in the street is surprisingly strong. Its strength, however, is gave it a wide berth as they passed, he swung wanted for aggression as well as endurance; and himself up without hesitation, and set every thing a mixture composed of pounded glass and rice to rights. At the moment we write, his cord is gluter is rubbed over it. Having been dried in seen stretched from the tall, slim, and elegant the sun, the prepared string is now wound upon spire of the Assembly Hall in Edinburgh, which a handsome reel of split bamboo inserted in a s to receive, through his agency, a lightning- long handle. One of these reels, if of first-rate conductor; and Jack only waits the subsidence manufacture, costs a shilling, although coarser of a gale of wind to glide up that filmy rope like ones are very cheap; and of the nuck, about a spider. He is altogether a strange boy, Steeple four annas, or sixpence worth, suffices for a kite Jack. Nobody knows where he roosts upon the In a Hindoo town the kite-flying usually takes earth, if he roosts any where at all. The last place on some common ground in the vicinity, time there was occasion for his services, this ad- and there may be seen the young and old boys vertisement appeared in the Scotsman: “Steeple in eager groups, and all as much interested in Jack is wanted at such a place immediately'-- the sport as if their lives depended upon their and immediately Steeple Jack became visible. success. And sometimes, indeed, their fortunes
In 1827 the child's toy was put to a very re- do. Many a poor little fellow bets sweetmeats markable use by one Master George Pocock. upon his kite to the extent of his only anna in This clever little fellow observed that his kite the world; and many a rich baboo has more sometimes gave him a very strong pull, and it rupees at stake than he can conveniently spare occurred to him that if made large enough it But the exhilarating sport makes every body might be able to pull something else. In fact, courageous; and the glowing colors of the kites be at length yoked a pair of large kites to a car- enable each to identify his own when in the ais, riage, and traveled in it from Bristol to London, and give him in it, as it were, a more absolute distancing in grand style every other conveyance property. Matches are soon made. Up go the on the road. A twelve-foot kite, it appears, in aerial combatants, and, with straining cyes and a moderate breeze, has a one-man power of beating hearts, their fate is watched from below draught, and when the wind is brisker, a force But their masters are far from passive, for this equal to 200 lbs. The force in a rather high is no game of chance, depending upon the wind wind is as the squares of the lengths; and two Kite-flying is in these countries an art and mys kites of fifteen and twelve feet respectively, fast- tery; and some there be who would not disclose ened one above the other will draw a carriage their recipe for the nuck-ointment, if their own and four or five passengers at the rate of twenty grandfathers should go upon their knees to ask it miles an hour. But George's invention went | Sometimes an event occurs on the common. beyond the simple idea. He had an extra line It is the ascent of a pair of kites of a distingué which enabled him to vary the angle of the sur-air, and whose grand and determined manner
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presumption, gain credit for possessing a knowl- sively in the old paths, as they are somewhat edge of its arcana-for the ability necessary to contemptuously styled; there is need and verge plumb its profounder depths and unravel its in- enough for pioneering new ones. “Beat the tricacies. The successful practice of this im- bushes; there is still plenty of game to be raised." posture, for it is nothing less, has led, and is still | But do not disdainfully discard the experience of leading, many to sacrifice accuracy for variety, those who have gone before. We do not insinuboth in those departments which their circum- ate by this that age and priority combined make stances, rightly considered, demand that they | an oracle. Yet there are comparatively few men should thoroughly understand, and in those who can not tell something that is worth hearing branches which tend only to add grace and finish -communicate some bit of knowledge which may to a liberal education.
save you the disbursement of some of those high In "those days," the chance was that genius school fees which, as Thomas Carlyle keenly oboften passed away unnoticed or neglected. In serves, must be paid for experience. “the good time come,” we fear that a similar It has been iterated and reiterated, that there injustice will be done, and in a larger measure is no royal road to knowledge. This is true of The modest, the sound-thinking, and really learn- knowledge, as it is true of any thing that is worth ed, will withdraw from a field where they find having. And this brings to our recollection a as companions or competitors only strutting jack- manifestation of spirit displayed by some portions daws and noisy shallow smatterers, who have of the "rising generation” to which we have not decided that they were born for other purposes yet adverted. This is called the non-mercantile than to tread in the work-a-day paths of life. A idea—a growing dislike to all manual and merely portion of the old as well as the “rising genera- commercial pursuits, and an over-fondness for tion" would do well to look to the present state what are known as the learned, and more esof things. There is too often a desire on the pecially the literary professions. This desire, part of parents to push their children into posi- we fear, proceeds often from a wish to avoid la. tions for which they are totally unfitted. There bor; and, where this is the case, we can assure is a sphere for all, which, when chosen with a all such that literature is not the sphere for indue regard to ability, and not adopted through dolence.. caprice or vanity, will lead to usefulness in socie- We neither impugn the honesty nor ignore the ty and comfort to the individual.
talents of the “rising generation." We would We have little fear of that audacious phase in only tender them a parting advice: Think, leam, the character of the “rising generation," which and act, reverently and cautiously, and in the devotes itself to a probing of those things which spirit of that philosophy which has won for Enhave to do with our eternal destiny. A well-gland her most enduring laurels—which taught conducted inquiry of this kind is a healthy symp- her Newton to discard for years, until fact suptom, and tends to fix good impressions : and, as | ported theory, what was perhaps the broadest for those whose temerity exceeds their judgment, glimpse of truth ever vouchsafed to the human the Christian knows that his bulwarks are too mind. Do so, as they dread the realization of many and strong ever to be shaken by any blast the outline drawn by the master-hand of Jean of human breath or stroke of human hand. Still, Paul Richter—"The new-year's night of an unlet every stumbling-block be removed, and no happy man." His graphic picture we hold up safeguard neglected, which may be of service to the gaze of the “rising generation." The to those of feeble knees or weak and timorous season is appropriate. We are all fond at this mind.
time of retrospection, and are full of resolves for The “ rising generation" are those upon whom the future. Perhaps we may strike some chord the hopes of the world will ere long rest, who now in jarring dissonance, that may yet vibrate are soon to Irave the reins of government in their to divinest harmony. own hands, and must play their part in the great “An old man stood on the new-year's midnight drama of life, at a time when its stage affords at the window, and gazed with a look of long more ample room for the development of true despair, upward to the immovable, ever-bloom nobility, richer opportunities for distinguishing ing heaven, and down upon the still, pure, white å life by action, and of signalizing it by discov- earth, on which no one was then so joyless and eries almost magical-a time, in short, open to sleepless as he. For his grave stood near him ; greater achievements than any that have been it was covered over only with the snow of age, won since this globe was first spun into space. not with the green of youth; and he brought The greater the talent and the wealth of oppor- nothing with him out of the whole rich life, no tunity, so much more are the dangers increased, thing with him, but errors, sins, and disease, a and the more wily the machinations of the Spirit wasted body, a desolated soul, the breast full of of Evil. While the “rising generation” adopt poison, an old age full of remorse. The beautias their motto “ Excelsior," and cultivate an in- ful days of his yoc'h turned round to-day, as quiring spirit, let it always be an earnest and spectres, and drew him back again to that bright definite one, not “blown about by every wind morning on which his father first placed him at of doctrine," not falling into every quagmire of the cross-road of life, which, on the right hand, vain conceit, until the mental eye is so besmeared leads by the sun-path of virtue into a wide peacethat it can no longer discern the true zenith. ful land full of light and of harvests, and full of Yet. withal, it is not necessary to tread exclu- angels, and which, on the left hand, descends