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  WillEnglandincurthistremendouslossforamereabstraction?“

  Whether“amereabstraction“heremeanstheabstractionofthetwoSouthernCommissionersfromunderourflagortheabstractideaofinjuredhonor,whichseemsridiculoustotheHerald,isitneedlesstoask。IhavespokenwithmanymenwhohavemoneyinvestedintheStates,butIdeclareIhavenotmetoneEnglishgentlemanwhomthepublicationofthisthreathasinfluencedforamoment。OurpeoplehaveninehundredmillionsofdollarsinvestedintheUnitedStates,havethey?AndtheHerald“callsupontheCompanies“nottotakeanyofthisdebtoffourhands。Letus,onourside,entreattheEnglishpresstogivethisannouncementeverypublicity。Letusdoeverythinginourpowertomakethis“callupontheAmericans“wellknowninEngland。IhopeEnglishnewspapereditorswillprintit,andprintitagainandagain。ItisnotwewhosaythisofAmericancitizens,butAmericancitizenswhosaythisofthemselves。“Bullisodious。Wecan\'tbearBull。Heishaughty,arrogant,abraggart,andablusterer;andwecan\'tbearbragandblusterinourmodestanddecorouscountry。WehateBull,andifhequarrelswithusonapointinwhichweareinthewrong,wehavegoodsofhisinourcustody,andwewillrobhim!“SupposeyourLondonbankersayingtoyou,“Sir,Ihavealwaysthoughtyourmannersdisgusting,andyourarroganceinsupportable。YoudaretocomplainofmyconductbecauseIhavewrongfullyimprisonedJones。Myanswertoyourvulgarinterferenceis,thatIconfiscateyourbalance!“

  WhatwouldbeanEnglishmerchant\'scharacterafterafewsuchtransactions?ItisnotimprobablethatthemoralistsoftheHeraldwouldcallhimarascal。WhyhavetheUnitedStatesbeenpayingseven,eight,tenpercentformoneyforyearspast,whenthesamecommoditycanbegotelsewhereathalfthatrateofinterest?Why,becausethoughamongtherichestproprietorsintheworld,creditorswerenotsureofthem。SotheStateshavehadtopayeightymillionsyearlyfortheuseofmoneywhichwouldcostotherborrowersbutthirty。Addupthisitemofextrainterestaloneforadozenyears,andseewhataprodigiouspenaltytheStateshavebeenpayingforrepudiationhereandthere,forsharppractice,fordoubtfulcredit。Supposethepeaceiskeptbetweenus,theremembranceofthislastthreatalonewillcosttheStatesmillionsandmillionsmore。Iftheymusthavemoney,wemusthaveagreaterinteresttoinsureourjeopardizedcapital。DoAmericanCompanieswanttoborrowmoney——aswanttoborrowtheywill?Mr。Brown,showthegentlemanthatextractfromtheNewYorkHeraldwhichdeclaresthattheUnitedStateswillconfiscateprivatepropertyintheeventofawar。Asthecountrynewspaperssay,“Please,countrypapers,copythisparagraph。”And,gentlemeninAmerica,whenthehonorofYOURnationiscalledinquestion,pleasetorememberthatitistheAmericanpresswhichgloriesinannouncingthatyouarepreparedtoberogues。

  AndwhenthiswarhasdraineduncountedhundredsofmillionsmoreoutoftheUnitedStatesexchequer,willtheybericherormoreinclinedtopaydebts,orlesswillingtoevadethem,ormorepopularwiththeircreditors,ormorelikelytogetmoneyfrommenwhomtheydeliberatelyannouncethattheywillcheat?IhavenotfollowedtheHeraldonthe“stone-ship“question——thatgreatnavalvictoryappearstomenotlesshorribleandwickedthansuicidal。

  Blocktheharborsforever;destroytheinletsofthecommerceoftheworld;perishcities,——sothatwemaywreakaninjuryonthem。

  Itisthetalkofmadmen,butnotthelesswicked。TheactinjuresthewholeRepublic:butitisperpetrated。Itistodealharmtoageshence;butitisdone。TheIndiansofoldusedtoburnwomenandtheirunbornchildren。Thisstone-shipbusinessisIndianwarfare。Anditisperformedbymenwhotelluseveryweekthattheyareattheheadofcivilization,andthattheOldWorldisdecrepit,andcruel,andbarbarousascomparedtotheirs。

  Thesamepoliticianswhothrottlecommerceatitsneck,andthreatentoconfiscatetrust-money,saythatwhenthewarisover,andtheSouthissubdued,thentheturnoftheoldcountrywillcome,andadirefulretributionshallbetakenforourconduct。Thishasbeenthecryallthroughthewar。“WeshouldhaveconqueredtheSouth,“

  saysanAmericanpaperwhichIreadthisveryday,“butforEngland。”Wasthereeversuchpulingheardfrommenwhohaveanarmyofamillion,andwhoturnandrevileapeoplewhohavestoodasalooffromtheircontestaswehavefromthewarofTroy?Orisitanoutcrymadewithmaliceprepense?AndisthesongoftheNewYorkTimesavariationoftheHeraldtune?——“TheconductoftheBritishinfoldingtheirarmsandtakingnopartinthefight,hasbeensobasethatithascausedtheprolongationofthewar,andoccasionedaprodigiousexpenseonourpart。Therefore,aswehaveBritishpropertyinourhands,we&c。&c。”Thelambtroubledthewaterdreadfully,andthewolf,inarighteousindignation,“confiscated“him。OfcoursewehaveheardthatatanundisturbedtimeGreatBritainwouldneverhavedaredtopressitsclaimforredress。DidtheUnitedStateswaituntilwewereatpeacewithFrancebeforetheywenttowarwithuslast?DidMr。Sewardyieldtheclaimwhichheconfessestobejust,untilhehimselfwasmenacedwithwar?HowlongweretheSoutherngentlemenkeptinprison?Whatcausedthemtobesetfree?anddidtheCabinetofWashingtonseeitserrorbeforeorafterthedemandforredress?*

  ThecaptorwasfeastedatBoston,andthecaptivesinprisonhardby。Ifthewrong-doerwastobepunished,itwasCaptainWilkeswhooughttohavegoneintolimbo。Atanyrate,as“theCabinetofWashingtoncouldnotgiveitsapprobationtothecommanderofthe\'SanJacinto,\'“whywerethemennotsoonersetfree?TositattheTremontHouse,andhearthecaptainafterdinnergivehisopiniononinternationallaw,wouldhavebeenbettersportfortheprisonersthanthegrimsalle-a-mangeratFortWarren。

  *“AtthebeginningofDecembertheBritishfleetontheWestIndianstationmounted850guns,andcomprisedfiveliners,tenfirst-classfrigates,andseventeenpowerfulcorvettes……InlittlemorethanamonththefleetavailableforoperationsontheAmericanshorehadbeenmorethandoubled。Thereinforcementspreparedatthevariousdockyardsincludedtwoline-of-battleships,twenty-ninemagnificentfrigates——suchasthe\'Shannon,\'the\'Sutlej,\'the\'Euryalus,\'the\'Orlando,\'the\'Galatea;\'eightcorvettesarmedlikethefrigatesinpart,with100-and40-pounderArmstrongguns;andthetwotremendousiron-casedships,the\'Warrior\'andthe\'BlackPrince;\'andtheirsmallersistersthe\'Resistance\'andthe\'Defence。\'Therewasworktobedonewhichmighthavedelayedthecommissionofafewoftheseshipsforsomeweekslonger;butiftheUnitedStateshadchosenwarinsteadofpeace,theblockadeoftheircoastswouldhavebeensupportedbyasteamfleetofmorethansixtysplendidships,armedwith1,800guns,manyofthemoftheheaviestandmosteffectivekind。”——SaturdayReview:Jan。11。

  Ireadinthecommercialnewsbroughtbythe“Teutonia,“andpublishedinLondononthepresent13thJanuary,thattheporkmarketwasgenerallyquietonthe29thDecemberlast;thatlard,thoughwithmoreactivity,washeavyanddecidedlylower;andatPhiladelphia,whiskeyissteadyandstocksfirm。Stocksarefirm:

  thatisacomfortfortheEnglishholders,andtheconfiscatingprocessrecommendedbytheHeraldisatleastdeferred。Butpresentlycomesanannouncementwhichisnotquitesocheering:——

  “TheSaginawCentralRailwayCompanyletuscallithaspostponeditsJanuarydividendonaccountofthedisturbedconditionofpublicaffairs。”

  Alabonneheure。Thebond-andshare-holdersoftheSaginawmustlookforlossanddepressionintimesofwar。Thisisoneofwar\'sdreadfultaxesandnecessities;andallsortsofinnocentpeoplemustsufferbythemisfortune。ThecornwashighatWaterloowhenahundredandfiftythousandmencameandtrampleditdownonaSabbathmorning。Therewasnohelpforthatcalamity,andtheBelgianfarmerslosttheircropsfortheyear。PerhapsIamafarmermyself——aninnocentcolonus;andinsteadofbeingabletogettochurchwithmyfamily,havetoseesquadronsofFrenchdragoonsthunderinguponmybarley,andsquaresofEnglishinfantryformingandtramplingallovermyoats。Bytheway,inwritingof“Panics,“aningeniouswriterintheAtlanticMagazinesaysthattheBritishpanicsatWaterloowerefrequentandnotorious。Well,IamaBelgianpeasant,andIseetheBritishrunningawayandtheFrenchcuttingthefugitivesdown。WhathaveIdonethatthesemenshouldbekickingdownmypeacefulharvestforme,onwhichIcountedtopaymyrent,tofeedmyhorses,myhousehold,mychildren?Itishard。Butitisthefortuneofwar。Butsupposethebattleover;

  theFrenchmansays,“Youscoundrel!whydidyounottakeapartwithme?andwhydidyoustandlikeadouble-facedtraitorlookingon?I

  shouldhavewonthebattlebutforyou。AndIherebyconfiscatethefarmyoustandon,andyouandyourfamilymaygototheworkhouse。”

  TheNewYorkpressholdsthisargumentoverEnglishpeopleinterrorem。“WeAmericansmaybeeversowronginthematterindispute,butifyoupushustoawar,wewillconfiscateyourEnglishproperty。”Verygood。Itispeacenow。Confidenceofcourseisrestoredbetweenus。Oureighteenhundredpeacecommissionershavenooccasiontoopentheirmouths;andthelittlequestionofconfiscationispostponed。Messrs。Battery,BroadwayandCo。,ofNewYork,havethekindnesstosellmySaginawsforwhattheywillfetch。Ishalllosehalfmyloafverylikely;butforthesakeofaquietlife,letusgiveupacertainquantityoffarinaceousfood;andhalfaloaf,youknow,isbetterthannobreadatall。

  THENOTCHONTHEAXE——ASTORYALAMODE。

  PARTI。

  “EveryoneremembersintheFourthBookoftheimmortalpoemofyourBlindBard,towhosesightlessorbsnodoubtGloriousShapeswereapparent,andVisionsCelestial,howAdamdiscoursestoEveoftheBrightVisitorswhohoveredroundtheirEden——

  \'Millionsofspiritualcreatureswalktheearth,Unseen,bothwhenwewakeandwhenwesleep。\'

  “\'Howoften,\'saysFatherAdam,\'fromthesteepofechoinghillorthicket,haveweheardcelestialvoicestothemidnightair,sole,orresponsivetoeachother\'snotes,singing!\'AftertheActofDisobedience,whentheerringpairfromEdentooktheirsolitaryway,andwentforthtotoilandtroubleoncommonearth——thoughtheGloriousOnesnolongerwerevisible,youcannotsaytheyweregone。

  ItwasnotthattheBrightOneswereabsent,butthatthedimeyesofrebelmannolongercouldseethem。Inyourchamberhangsapictureofonewhomyouneverknew,butwhomyouhavelongheldintenderestregard,andwhowaspaintedforyoubyafriendofmine,theKnightofPlympton。Shecommuneswithyou。Shesmilesonyou。

  Whenyourspiritsarelow,herbrighteyesshineonyouandcheeryou。Herinnocentsweetsmileisacaresstoyou。Sheneverfailstosootheyouwithherspeechlessprattle。Youloveher。Sheisalivewithyou。Asyouextinguishyourcandleandturntosleep,thoughyoureyesseehernot,isshenottherestillsmiling?Asyoulieinthenightawake,andthinkingofyourduties,andthemorrow\'sinevitabletoiloppressingthebusy,weary,wakefulbrainaswitharemorse,thecracklingfireflashesupforamomentinthegrate,andsheisthere,yourlittleBeauteousMaiden,smilingwithhersweeteyes!Whenmoonisdown,whenfireisout,whencurtainsaredrawn,whenlidsareclosed,isshenotthere,thelittleBeautifulOne,thoughinvisible,presentandsmilingstill?Friend,theUnseenOnesareroundaboutus。Doesitnotseemasifthetimeweredrawingnearwhenitshallbegiventomentobeholdthem?“

  Theprintofwhichmyfriendspoke,andwhich,indeed,hangsinmyroom,thoughhehasneverbeenthere,isthatcharminglittlewinterpieceofSirJoshua,representingthelittleLadyCarolineMontague,afterwardsDuchessofBuccleuch。Sheisrepresentedasstandinginthemidstofawinterlandscape,wrappedinmuffandcloak;andshelooksoutofherpicturewithasmilesoexquisitethataHerodcouldnotseeherwithoutbeingcharmed。

  “Ibegyourpardon,MR。PINTO,“IsaidtothepersonwithwhomIwasconversing。Iwonder,bytheway,thatIwasnotsurprisedathisknowinghowfondIamofthisprint。“YouspokeoftheKnightofPlympton。SirJoshuadied,1792:andyousayhewasyourdearfriend?“

  AsIspokeIchancedtolookatMr。Pinto;andthenitsuddenlystruckme:Graciouspowers?PerhapsyouAREahundredyearsold,nowIthinkofit。Youlookmorethanahundred。Yes,youmaybeathousandyearsoldforwhatIknow。Yourteetharefalse。Oneeyeisevidentlyfalse。CanIsaythattheotherisnot?Ifaman\'sagemaybecalculatedbytheringsroundhiseyes,thismanmaybeasoldasMethuselah。Hehasnobeard。Hewearsalargecurlyglossybrownwig,andhiseyebrowsarepaintedadeepolive-green。

  Itwasoddtohearthisman,thiswalkingmummy,talkingsentiment,inthesequeeroldchambersinShepherd\'sInn。

  Pintopassedayellowbandannahandkerchiefoverhisawfulwhiteteeth,andkepthisglasseyesteadilyfixedonme。“SirJoshua\'sfriend?“saidheyouperceive,eludingmydirectquestion。“IsnoteveryonethatknowshispicturesReynolds\'sfriend?SupposeI

  tellyouthatIhavebeeninhispaintingroomscoresoftimes,andthathissisterThehasmademetea,andhissisterToffyhasmadecoffeeforme?YouwillonlysayIamanoldombog。”Mr。Pinto,I

  remarked,spokealllanguageswithanaccentequallyforeign。

  “SupposeItellyouthatIknewMr。SamJohnson,anddidnotlikehim?thatIwasatthatveryballatMadameCornelis\',whichyouhavementionedinoneofyourlittle——whatdoyoucallthem?——bah!

  mymemorybeginstofailme——inoneofyourlittleWhirligigPapers?

  SupposeItellyouthatSirJoshuahasbeenhere,inthisveryroom?“

  “Haveyou,then,hadtheseapartmentsfor——more——than——seventyyears?“Iasked。

  “Theylookasiftheyhadnotbeensweptforthattime——don\'tthey?

  Hey?IdidnotsaythatIhadthemforseventyyears,butthatSirJoshuahasvisitedmehere。”

  “When?“Iasked,eyingthemansternly,forIbegantothinkhewasanimpostor。

  Heansweredmewithaglancestillmorestern:“SirJoshuaReynoldswasherethisverymorning,withAngelicaKaufmannandMr。OliverGoldschmidt。HeisstillverymuchattachedtoAngelica,whostilldoesnotcareforhim。BecauseheisdeadandIwasinthefourthmourningcoachathisfuneralisthatanyreasonwhyheshouldnotcomebacktoearthagain?Mygoodsir,youarelaughingatme。Hehassatmanyatimeonthatverychairwhichyouareoccupying。

  Thereareseveralspiritsintheroomnow,whomyoucannotsee。

  Excuseme。”Hereheturnedroundasifhewasaddressingsomebody,andbeganrapidlyspeakingalanguageunknowntome。“ItisArabic,“hesaid;“abadpatoisIown。IlearneditinBarbary,whenIwasaprisoneramongsttheMoors。Inanno1609,binickaldusghekledtgheghaen。Ha!youdoubtme:lookatmewell。AtleastIamlike——“

  Perhapssomeofmyreadersrememberapaperofwhichthefigureofamancarryingabarrelformedtheinitialletter,*andwhichIcopiedfromanoldspoonnowinmypossession。AsIlookedatMr。PintoI

  dodeclarehelookedsolikethefigureonthatoldpieceofplatethatIstartedandfeltveryuneasy。“Ha!“saidhe,laughingthroughhisfalseteethIdeclaretheywerefalse——Icouldseeutterlytoothlessgumsworkingupanddownbehindthepinkcoral,“youseeIworeabeardden;Iamshafednow;perhapsyoutinkIamASPOON。Ha,ha!“AndashelaughedhegaveacoughwhichI

  thoughtwouldhavecoughedhisteethout,hisglasseyeout,hiswigoff,hisveryheadoff;buthestoppedthisconvulsionbystumpingacrosstheroomandseizingalittlebottleofbrightpinkmedicine,which,beingopened,spreadasingularacridaromaticodorthroughtheapartment;andIthoughtIsaw——butofthisIcannottakeanaffirmation——alightgreenandvioletflameflickeringroundtheneckofthephialasheopenedit。Bytheway,fromthepeculiarstumpingnoisewhichhemadeincrossingthebare-boardedapartment,Iknewatoncethatmystrangeentertainerhadawoodenleg。Overthedustwhichlayquitethickontheboards,youcouldseethemarkofonefootveryneatandpretty,andthenaroundO,whichwasnaturallytheimpressionmadebythewoodenstump。IownIhadaqueerthrillasIsawthatmark,andfeltasecretcomfortthatitwasnotCLOVEN。

  *Thisreferstoanillustratededitionofthework。】】

  InthisdesolateapartmentinwhichMr。Pintohadinvitedmetoseehim,therewerethreechairs,onebottomless,alittletableonwhichyoumightputabreakfast-tray,andnotasingleotherarticleoffurniture。Inthenextroom,thedoorofwhichwasopen,Icouldseeamagnificentgiltdressing-case,withsomesplendiddiamondandrubyshirt-studslyingbyit,andachestofdrawers,andacupboardapparentlyfullofclothes。

  RememberinghiminBaden-Badeningreatmagnificence,Iwonderedathispresentdenudedstate。“Youhaveahouseelsewhere,Mr。Pinto?“

  Isaid。

  “Many,“sayshe。“Ihaveapartmentsinmanycities。Ilockdemup,anddonotcarrymoshlogish。”

  IthenrememberedthathisapartmentatBaden,whereIfirstmethim,wasbare,andhadnobedinit。

  “Thereis,then,asleeping-roombeyond?“

  “Thisisthesleeping-room。”HepronouncesitDIS。Canthis,bytheway,giveanycluetothenationalityofthissingularman?

  “Ifyousleeponthesetwooldchairsyouhavearicketycouch;ifonthefloor,adustyone。”

  “SupposeIsleepupdere?“saidthisstrangeman,andheactuallypointeduptotheceiling。Ithoughthimmad,orwhathehimselfcalled“anombog。”“Iknow。Youdonotbelieveme;forwhyshouldIdeceiveyou?Icamebuttoproposeamatterofbusinesstoyou。

  ItoldyouIcouldgiveyouthecluetothemysteryoftheTwoChildreninBlack,whomyoumetatBaden,andyoucametoseeme。

  IfItoldyouyouwouldnotbelieve,me。Whatfortryandconvinzyou?Hahey?“Andheshookhishandonce,twice,thrice,atme,andglaredatmeoutofhiseyeinapeculiarway。

  OfwhathappenednowIprotestIcannotgiveanaccurateaccount。

  Itseemedtomethatthereshotaflamefromhiseyeintomybrain,whilstbehindhisGLASSeyetherewasagreenilluminationasifacandlehadbeenlitinit。Itseemedtomethatfromhislongfingerstwoquiveringflamesissued,sputtering,asitwere,whichpenetratedme,andforcedmebackintooneofthechairs——thebrokenone——outofwhichIhadmuchdifficultyinscrambling,whenthestrangeglamourwasended。Itseemed,tomethat,whenIwassofixed,sotransfixedinthebrokenchair,themanfloateduptotheceiling,crossedhislegs,foldedhisarmsasifhewaslyingonasofa,andgrinneddownatme。WhenIcametomyselfhewasdownfromtheceiling,and,takingmeoutofthebrokencane-bottomedchair,kindlyenough——“Bah!“saidhe,“itisthesmellofmymedicine。Itoftengivesthevertigo。Ithoughtyouwouldhavehadalittlefit。Comeintotheopenair。”Andwewentdownthesteps,andintoShepherd\'sInn,wherethesettingsunwasjustshiningonthestatueofShepherd;thelaundressesweretraipsingabout;theporterswereleaningagainsttherailings;andtheclerkswereplayingatmarbles,tomyinexpressibleconsolation。

  “Yousaidyouweregoingtodineatthe\'Gray\'s-innCoffee-house,\'“

  hesaid。Iwas。Ioftendinethere。Thereisexcellentwineatthe“Gray\'s-innCoffee-house;“butIdeclareINEVERSAIDSO。Iwasnotastonishedathisremark;nomoreastonishedthanifIwasinadream。PerhapsIWASinadream。Islifeadream?Aredreamsfacts?Issleepingbeingreallyawake?Idon\'tknow。ItellyouI

  ampuzzled。Ihaveread“TheWomaninWhite,““TheStrangeStory“——

  nottomentionthatstory“StrangerthanFiction“intheCornhillMagazine——thatstoryforwhichTHREEcrediblewitnessesarereadytovouch。Ihavehadmessagesfromthedead;andnotonlyfromthedead,butfrompeoplewhoneverexistedatall。IownIaminastateofmuchbewilderment:but,ifyouplease,willproceedwithmysimple,myartlessstory。

  Well,then。WepassedfromShepherd\'sInnintoHolborn,andlookedforawhileatWoodgate\'sbric-a-bracshop,whichInevercanpasswithoutdelayingatthewindows——indeed,ifIweregoingtobehung,Iwouldbegthecarttostop,andletmehaveonelookmoreatthatdelightfulomniumgatherum。AndpassingWoodgate\'s,wecometoGale\'slittleshop,“No。47,“whichisalsoafavoritehauntofmine。

  Mr。Galehappenedtobeathisdoor,andasweexchangedsalutations,“Mr。Pinto,“Isaid,“willyouliketoseearealcuriosityinthiscuriosityshop?StepintoMr。Gale\'slittlebackroom。”

  InthatlittlebackparlorthereareChinesegongs;thereareoldSaxeandSevresplates;thereisFurstenberg,CarlTheodor,Worcester,Amstel,Nankinandotherjimcrockery。Andinthecornerwhatdoyouthinkthereis?ThereisanactualGUILLOTINE。Ifyoudoubtme,goandsee——Gale,HighHolborn,No。47。Itisasliminstrument,muchslighterthanthosewhichtheymakenow;——someninefeethigh,narrow,aprettypieceofupholsteryenough。Thereisthehookoverwhichtheropeusedtoplaywhichunloosenedthedreadfulaxeabove;andlook!droppedintotheorificewheretheheadusedtogo——thereisTHEAXEitself,allrusty,withAGREAT

  NOTCHINTHEBLADE。

  AsPintolookedatit——Mr。Galewasnotintheroom,Irecollect;

  happeningtohavebeenjustcalledoutbyacustomerwhoofferedhimthreepoundfourteenandsixpenceforablueShepherdinpatetendre,——Mr。Pintogavealittlestart,andseemedcrispeforamoment。Thenhelookedsteadilytowardsoneofthosegreatporcelainstoolswhichyouseeingardens——and——itseemedtome——I

  tellyouIwon\'ttakemyaffidavit——ImayhavebeenmaddenedbythesixglassesItookofthatpinkelixir——Imayhavebeensleep-

  walking:perhapsamasIwritenow——ImayhavebeenundertheinfluenceofthatastoundingMEDIUMintowhosehandsIhadfallen——

  butIvowIheardPintosay,withratheraghastlygrinattheporcelainstool,“Nay,nefershagueyourgorylocksatme,DoucanstnotsayIdidit。”

  Hepronouncedit,bytheway,IDITit,bywhichIKNOWthatPintowasaGerman。

  IheardPintosaythoseverywords,andsittingontheporcelainstoolIsaw,dimlyatfirst,thenwithanawfuldistinctness——aghost——aneidolon——aform——AHEADLESSMANseated,withhisheadinhislap,whichworeanexpressionofpiteoussurprise。

  Atthisminute,Mr。Galeenteredfromthefrontshoptoshowacustomersomedelfplates;andhedidnotsee——butWEDID——thefigureriseupfromtheporcelainstool,shakeitshead,whichitheldinitshand,andwhichkeptitseyesfixedsadlyonus,anddisappearbehindtheguillotine。

  “Cometothe\'Gray\'s-innCoffee-house,\'“Pintosaid,“andIwilltellyouhowTHENOTCHCAMETOTHEAXE。”AndwewalkeddownHolbornataboutthirty-sevenminutespastsixo\'clock。

  Ifthereisanythingintheabovestatementwhichastonishesthereader,Ipromisehimthatinthenextchapterofthislittlestoryhewillbeastonishedstillmore。

  PARTII。

  “Youwillexcuseme,“Isaid,tomycompanion,“forremarking,thatwhenyouaddressedtheindividualsittingontheporcelainstool,withhisheadinhislap,yourordinarilybenevolentfeatures“——

  thisIconfesswasabouncer,forbetweenourselvesamoresinisterandill-lookingrascalthanMons。P。Ihaveseldomseteyeson——

  “yourordinarilyhandsomefaceworeanexpressionthatwasbynomeanspleasing。Yougrinnedattheindividualjustasyoudidatmewhenyouwentuptothecei——,pardonme,asITHOUGHTyoudid,whenIfelldowninafitinyourchambers;“andIqualifiedmywordsinagreatflutterandtremble;Ididnotcaretooffendtheman——IdidnotDAREtooffendtheman。Ithoughtonceortwiceofjumpingintoacab,andflying;oftakingrefugeinDayandMartin\'sBlackingWarehouse;ofspeakingtoapoliceman,butnotonewouldcome。I

  wasthisman\'sslave。Ifollowedhimlikehisdog。ICOULDnotgetawayfromhim。So,yousee,Iwentonmeanlyconversingwithhim,andaffectingasimperingconfidence。Iremember,whenIwasalittleboyatschool,goingupfawningandsmilinginthiswaytosomegreathulkingbullyofasixth-formboy。SoIsaidinaword,“Yourordinarilyhandsomefaceworeadisagreeableexpression,“&c。

  “ItisordinarilyVERYhandsome,“saidhe,withsuchaleeratacoupleofpassers-by,thatoneofthemcried,“Oh,crikey,here\'sapreciousguy!“andachild,initsnurse\'sarms,screameditselfintoconvulsions。“Oh,oui,chesuistres-choligarcon,bienpeau,cerdainement,“continuedMr。Pinto;“butyouwereright。That——thatpersonwasnotverywellpleasedwhenhesawme。Therewasnolovelostbetweenus,asyousay;andtheworldneverknewamoreworthlessmiscreant。Ihatehim,voyez-vous?Ihatedhimalife;I

  hatehimdead。Ihatehimman;Ihatehimghost:andheknowit,andtremblebeforeme。IfIseehimtwentytausendyearshence——andwhynot?——Ishallhatehimstill。Youremarkedhowhewasdressed?“

  “Inblacksatinbreechesandstripedstockings;awhitepiquewaistcoat,agraycoat,withlargemetalbuttons,andhishairinpowder。Hemusthavewornapigtail——only——“

  “OnlyitwasCUTOFF!Ha,ha,ha!“Mr。Pintocried,yellingalaugh,whichIobservedmadethepolicemanstareverymuch。“Yes。

  Itwascutoffbythesameblowwhichtookoffthescoundrel\'shead——

  ho,ho,ho!“Andhemadeacirclewithhishook-nailedfingerroundhisownyellowneck,andgrinnedwithahorribletriumph。“I

  promiseyouthatfellowwassurprisedwhenhefoundhisheadinthepannier。Ha!ha!Doyoueverceasetohatethosewhomyouhate?“——

  fireflashedterrificallyfromhisglasseye,ashespoke——“ortolovedosewhomyouonceloved。Oh,never,never!“Andherehisnaturaleyewasbedewedwithtears。“Buthereweareatthe\'Gray\'s-innCoffee-house。\'James,whatisthejoint?“

  Thatveryrespectfulandefficientwaiterbroughtinthebilloffare,andI,formypart,choseboiledlegofporkandpease-

  pudding,whichmyacquaintancesaidwoulddoaswellasanythingelse;thoughIremarkedheonlytrifledwiththepease-pudding,andleftalltheporkontheplate。Infact,hescarcelyateanything。

  Buthedrankaprodigiousquantityofwine;andImustsaythatmyfriendMr。Hart\'sport-wineissogoodthatImyselftook——well,I

  shouldthink,Itookthreeglasses。Yes,three,certainly。HE——I

  meanMr。P——theoldrogue,wasinsatiable:forwehadtocallforasecondbottleinnotime。Whenthatwasgone,mycompanionwantedanother。Alittleredmounteduptohisyellowcheeksashedrankthewine,andhewinkedatitinastrangemanner。“Iremember,“

  saidhe,musing,“whenport-winewasscarcelydrunkinthiscountry——

  thoughtheQueenlikedit,andsodidHarley;butBolingbrokedidn\'t——hedrankFlorenceandChampagne。Dr。Swiftputwatertohiswine。\'Jonathan,\'Ioncesaidtohim——butbah!autrestemps,autresmoeurs。Anothermagnum,James。”

  Thiswasallverywell。“Mygoodsir,“Isaid,“itmaysuityoutoorderbottlesof\'20port,ataguineaabottle;butthatkindofpricedoesnotsuitme。Ionlyhappentohavethirty-fourandsixpenceinmypocket,ofwhichIwantashillingforthewaiter,andeighteenpenceformycab。YourichforeignersandSWELLSmayspendwhatyoulike“Ihadhimthere:formyfriend\'sdresswasasshabbyasanold-clothesman\'s;“butamanwithafamily,Mr。What-

  d\'you-call\'im,cannotaffordtospendsevenoreighthundredayearonhisdinneralone。”

  “Bah!“hesaid。“Nunkeypaysforall,asyousay。Iwillwhatyoucallstantthedinner,ifyouareSOPOOR!“andagainhegavethatdisagreeablegrin,andplacedanodiouscrooked-nailedandbynomeanscleanfingertohisnose。ButIwasnotsoafraidofhimnow,forwewereinapublicplace;andthethreeglassesofport-winehad,yousee,givenmecourage。

  “Whataprettysnuff-box!“heremarked,asIhandedhimmine,whichIamstillold-fashionedenoughtocarry。Itisaprettyoldgoldboxenough,butvaluabletomeespeciallyasarelicofanold,oldrelative,whomIcanjustrememberasachild,whenshewasverykindtome。“Yes;aprettybox。Icanrememberwhenmanyladies——

  mostladies,carriedabox——nay,twoboxes——tabatiere,andbonbonniere。Whatladycarriessnuff-boxnow,hey?Supposeyourastonishmentifaladyinanassemblyweretoofferyouaprise?I

  canrememberaladywithsuchaboxasthis,withatour,asweusedtocallitthen;withpaniers,withatortoise-shellcane,withtheprettiestlittlehigh-heeledvelvetshoesintheworld!——ah!thatwasatime,thatwasatime!Ah,Eliza,Eliza,Ihavetheenowinmymind\'seye!AtBungayontheWaveney,didInotwalkwiththee,Eliza?Aha,didInotlovethee?DidInotwalkwiththeethen?

  DoInotseetheestill?“

  Thiswaspassingstrange。Myancestress——butthereisnoneedtopublishherreveredname——didindeedliveatBungaySt。Mary\'s,wheresheliesburied。Sheusedtowalkwithatortoise-shellcane。

  Sheusedtowearlittleblackvelvetshoes,withtheprettiesthighheelsintheworld。

  “Didyou——didyou——know,then,mygreatgr-ndm-ther?“Isaid。

  Hepulleduphiscoat-sleeve——“Isthathername?“hesaid。

  “Eliza——“

  There,Ideclare,wastheverynameofthekindoldcreaturewritteninredonhisarm。

  “YOUknewherold,“hesaid,diviningmythoughtswithhisstrangeknack;“Iknewheryoungandlovely。IdancedwithherattheBuryball。DidInot,dear,dearMiss——?“

  AsIlive,heherementioneddeargr-nny\'sMAIDENname。Hermaidennamewas。Herhonoredmarriednamewas。

  “Shemarriedyourgreatgr-ndf-th-rtheyearPoseidonwontheNewmarketPlate,“Mr。Pintodrylyremarked。

  Mercifulpowers!Iremember,overtheoldshagreenknifeandspooncaseonthesideboardinmygr-nny\'sparlor,aprintbyStubbsofthatveryhorse。Mygrandsire,inaredcoat,andhisfairhairflowingoverhisshoulders,wasoverthemantel-piece,andPoseidonwontheNewmarketCupintheyear1783!

  “Yes;youareright。IdancedaminuetwithheratBurythatverynight,beforeIlostmypoorleg。AndIquarrelledwithyourgrandf——,ha!“

  Ashesaid“Ha!“therecamethreequietlittletapsonthetable——itisthemiddletableinthe“Gray\'s-innCoffee-house,“underthebustofthelateDukeofW-ll-ngt-n。

  “Ifiredintheair,“hecontinued“didInot?“Tap,tap,tap。

  “Yourgrandfatherhitmeintheleg。Hemarriedthreemonthsafterwards。\'CaptainBrown,\'Isaid,\'whocouldseeMissSm-thwithoutlovingher?\'Sheisthere!Sheisthere!“Tap,tap,tap。“Yes,myfirstlove——“

  Butheretherecametap,tap,whicheverybodyknowsmeans“No。”

  “Iforgot,“hesaid,withafaintblushstealingoverhiswanfeatures,“shewasnotmyfirstlove。InGerm——inmyowncountry——

  thereWASayoungwoman——“

  Tap,tap,tap。Therewasherequitealivelylittletrebleknock;

  andwhentheoldmansaid,“ButIlovedtheebetterthanalltheworld,Eliza,“theaffirmativesignalwasbrisklyrepeated。

  AndthisIdeclareUPONMYHONOR。Therewas,Ihavesaid,abottleofport-winebeforeus——Ishouldsayadecanter。ThatdecanterwasLIFTEDup,andoutofitintoourrespectiveglassestwobumpersofwinewerepoured。IappealtoMr。Hart,thelandlord——IappealtoJames,therespectfulandintelligentwaiter,ifthisstatementisnottrue?Andwhenwehadfinishedthatmagnum,andIsaid——forI

  didnotnowintheleastdoubtofherpresence——“Deargr-nny,maywehaveanothermagnum?“thetableDISTINCTLYrapped“No。”

  “Now,mygoodsir,“Mr。Pintosaid,whoreallybegantobeaffectedbythewine,“youunderstandtheinterestIhavetakeninyou。I

  lovedEliza——“ofcourseIdon\'tmentionfamilynames。“Iknewyouhadthatboxwhichbelongedtoher——Iwillgiveyouwhatyoulikeforthatbox。Nameyourpriceatonce,andIpayyouonthespot。”

  “Why,whenwecameout,yousaidyouhadnotsixpenceinyourpocket。”

  “Bah!giveyouanythingyoulike——fifty——ahundred——atausendpound。”

  “Come,come,“saidI,“thegoldoftheboxmaybeworthnineguineas,andthefaconwewillputatsixmore。”

  “Onetausendguineas!“hescreeched。“Onetausendandfiftypound,dere!“andhesankbackinhischair——no,bytheway,onhisbench,forhewassittingwithhisbacktooneofthepartitionsoftheboxes,asIdaresayJamesremembers。

  “DON\'Tgooninthisway,“Icontinued,ratherweakly,forIdidnotknowwhetherIwasinadream。“IfyouoffermeathousandguineasforthisboxIMUSTtakeit。Mustn\'tI,deargr-nny?“

  Thetablemostdistinctlysaid,“Yes;“andputtingouthisclawstoseizethebox,Mr。Pintoplungedhishookednoseintoit,andeagerlyinhaledsomeofmy47withadashofHardman。

  “Butstay,youoldharpy!“Iexclaimed,beingnowinasortofrage,andquitefamiliarwithhim。“Whereisthemoney?Whereisthecheck?“

  “James,apieceofnote-paperandareceiptstamp!“

  “Thisisallmightywell,sir,“Isaid,“butIdon\'tknowyou;I

  neversawyoubefore。Iwilltroubleyoutohandmethatboxbackagain,orgivemeacheckwithsomeknownsignature。”

  “Whose?Ha,Ha,HA!“

  Theroomhappenedtobeverydark。Indeed,allthewaitersweregonetosupper,andtherewereonlytwogentlemensnoringintheirrespectiveboxes。Isawahandcomequiveringdownfromtheceiling——averyprettyhand,onwhichwasaringwithacoronet,withalionrampantgulesforacrest。ISAWTHATHANDTAKEADIP

  OFINKANDWRITEACROSSTHEPAPER。Mr。Pinto,then,takingagrayreceipt-stampoutofhisblueleatherpocket-book,fasteneditontothepaperbytheusualprocess;andthehandthenwroteacrossthereceipt-stamp,wentacrossthetableandshookhandswithPinto,andthen,asifwavinghimanadieu,vanishedinthedirectionoftheceiling。

  Therewasthepaperbeforeme,wetwiththeink。TherewasthepenwhichTHEHANDhadused。Doesanybodydoubtme?IHAVETHATPEN

  NOW。Acedar-stickofanotuncommonsort,andholdingoneofGillott\'spens。Itisinmyinkstandnow,Itellyou。Anybodymayseeit。Thehandwritingonthecheck,forsuchthedocumentwas,wasthewritingofafemale。Itranthus:——“London,midnight,March31,1862。Paythebeareronethousandandfittypounds。RachelSidonia。ToMessrs。Sidonia,PozzosantoandCo。,London。”

  “Noblestandbestofwomen!“saidPinto,kissingthesheetofpaperwithmuchreverence。“MygoodMr。Roundabout,IsupposeyoudonotquestionTHATsignature?“

  Indeed,thehouseofSidonia,PozzosantoandCo。,isknowntobeoneoftherichestinEurope,andasfortheCountessRachel,shewasknowntobethechiefmanagerofthatenormouslywealthyestablishment。Therewasonlyonelittledifficulty,THECOUNTESS

  RACHELDIEDLASTOCTOBER。

  Ipointedoutthiscircumstance,andtossedoverthepapertoPintowithasneer。

  “C\'estabrendreoualaisser,“hesaidwithsomeheat。“Youliterarymenareallimbrudent;butIdidnottinkyousuchafoolwiedis。Yourboxisnotworthtwentypound,andIofferyouatausendbecauseIknowyouwantmoneytopaydatrascalTom\'scollegebills。”ThisstrangemanactuallyknewthatmyscapegraceTomhasbeenasourceofgreatexpenseandannoyancetome。“Youseemoneycostsmenothing,andyourefusetotakeit!Once,twice;

  willyoutakethischeckinexchangeforyourtrumperysnuff-box?“

  WhatcouldIdo?Mypoorgranny\'slegacywasvaluableanddeartome,butafterallathousandguineasarenottobehadeveryday。

  “Beitabargain,“saidI。“Shallwehaveaglassofwineonit?“

  saysPinto;andtothisproposalIalsounwillinglyacceded,remindinghim,bytheway,thathehadnotyettoldmethestoryoftheheadlessman。

  “Yourpoorgr-ndm-therwasrightjustnow,whenshesaidshewasnotmyfirstlove。\'Twasoneofthosebanaleexpressions“hereMr。P。

  blushedoncemore“whichweusetowomen。Wetelleachsheisourfirstpassion。Theyreplywithasimilarillusoryformula。Nomanisanywoman\'sfirstlove;nowomananyman\'s。Weareinloveinournurse\'sarms,andwomencoquettewiththeireyesbeforetheirtonguecanformaword。Howcouldyourlovelyrelativeloveme?I

  wasfar,fartoooldforher。IamolderthanIlook。IamsooldthatyouwouldnotbelievemyagewereItotellyou。Ihavelovedmanyandmanyawomanbeforeyourrelative。Ithasnotalwaysbeenfortunateforthemtoloveme。Ah,Sophronia!Roundthedreadfulcircuswhereyoufell,andwhenceIwasdraggedcorpse-likebytheheels,theresatmultitudesmoresavagethanthelionswhichmangledyoursweetform!Ah,tenez!whenwemarchedtotheterriblestaketogetheratValladolid——theProtestantandtheJ——Butawaywithmemory!Boy!itwashappyforthygrandamthatshelovedmenot。

  “Duringthatstrangeperiod,“hewenton,“whentheteemingTimewasgreatwiththerevolutionthatwasspeedilytobeborn,IwasonamissioninPariswithmyexcellent,mymalignedfriendCagliostro。

  Mesmerwasoneofourband。Iseemedtooccupybutanobscurerankinit:though,asyouknow,insecretsocietiesthehumblemanmaybeachiefanddirector——theostensibleleaderbutapuppetmovedbyunseenhands。Nevermindwhowaschief,orwhowassecond。Nevermindmyage。Itbootsnottotellit:whyshallIexposemyselftoyourscornfulincredulity——orreplytoyourquestionsinwordsthatarefamiliartoyou,butwhichyetyoucannotunderstand?Wordsaresymbolsofthingswhichyouknow,orofthingswhichyoudon\'tknow。

  Ifyoudon\'tknowthem,tospeakisidle。”HereIconfessMr。P。

  spokeforexactlythirty-eightminutes,aboutphysics,metaphysics,language,theoriginanddestinyofman,duringwhichtimeIwasratherbored,and,torelievemyennui,drankahalfglassorsoofwine。“LOVE,friend,isthefountainofyouth!Itmaynothappentomeonce——onceinanage:butwhenIlove,thenIamyoung。I

  lovedwhenIwasinParis。Bathilde,Bathilde,Ilovedthee——ah,howfondly!Wine,Isay,morewine!Loveiseveryoung。IwasaboyatthelittlefeetofBathildedeBechamel——thefair,thefond,thefickle,ah,thefalse!“Thestrangeoldman\'sagonywasherereallyterrific,andheshowedhimselfmuchmoreagitatedthanhehadbeenwhenspeakingaboutmygr-ndm-th-r。

  “IthoughtBlanchemightloveme。Icouldspeaktoherinthelanguageofallcountries,andtellhertheloreofallages。I

  couldtracethenurserylegendswhichsheloveduptotheirSanscritsource,andwhispertoherthedarklingmysteriesofEgyptianMagi。

  IcouldchantforherthewildchorusthatranginthedishevelledEleusinianrevel:IcouldtellherandIwould,thewatchwordneverknownbuttoonewoman,theSabanQueen,whichHirambreathedintheabysmalearofSolomon——Youdon\'tattend。Psha!youhavedrunktoomuchwine!“PerhapsImayaswellownthatIwasNOTattending,forhehadbeencarryingonforaboutfifty-sevenminutes;andIdon\'tlikeamantohaveALLthetalktohimself。

  “BlanchedeBechamelwaswild,then,aboutthissecretofMasonry。

  Inearly,earlydaysIloved,ImarriedagirlfairasBlanche,who,too,wastormentedbycuriosity,who,too,wouldpeepintomycloset——intotheonlysecretIguardedfromher。AdreadfulfatebefellpoorFatima。AnACCIDENTshortenedherlife。Poorthing!

  shehadafoolishsisterwhourgedheron。IalwaystoldhertobewareofAnn。Shedied。Theysaidherbrotherskilledme。A

  grossfalsehood。AMIdead?IfIwere,couldIpledgeyouinthiswine?“

  “Wasyourname,“Iasked,quitebewildered,“wasyourname,pray,then,everBlueb——?“

  “Hush!thewaiterwilloverhearyou。MethoughtwewerespeakingofBlanchedeBechamel。Ilovedher,youngman。Mypearls,anddiamonds,andtreasure,mywit,mywisdom,mypassion,Iflungthemallintothechild\'slap。Iwasafool。WasstrongSamsonnotasweakasI?WasSolomontheWisemuchbetterwhenBalkiswheedledhim。Isaidtotheking——Butenoughofthat,IspakeofBlanchedeBechamel。

  “Curiositywasthepoorchild\'sfoible。Icouldsee,asItalkedtoher。thatherthoughtswereelsewhereasyours,myfriend,havebeenabsentonceortwiceto-night。ToknowthesecretofMasonrywasthewretchedchild\'smaddesire。Withathousandwiles,smiles,caresses,shestrovetocoaxitfromme——fromME——ha!ha!

  “Ihadanapprentice——thesonofadearfriend,whodiedbymysideatRossbach,whenSoubise,withwhosearmyIhappenedtobe,sufferedadreadfuldefeatforneglectingmyadvice。TheyoungChevalierGobydeMouchywasgladenoughtoserveasmyclerk,andhelpinsomechemicalexperimentsinwhichIwasengagedwithmyfriendDr。Mesmer。Bathildesawthisyoungman。Sincewomenwere,hasitnotbeentheirbusinesstosmileanddeceive,tofondleandlure?Away!Fromtheveryfirstithasbeenso!“Andasmycompanionspoke,helookedaswickedastheserpentthatcoiledroundthetree,andhissedapoisonedcounseltothefirstwoman。

  “OneeveningIwent,aswasmywont,toseeBlanche。Shewasradiant:shewaswildwithspirits:asaucytriumphblazedinherblueeyes。Shetalked,sherattledinherchildishway。Sheuttered,inthecourseofherrhapsody,ahint——anintimation——soterriblethatthetruthflashedacrossmeinamoment。DidIaskher?Shewouldlietome。ButIknowhowtomakefalsehoodimpossible。AddIORDEREDHERTOGOTOSLEEP。”

  AtthismomenttheclockafteritspreviousconvulsionssoundedTWELVE。AndasthenewEditor*oftheCornhillMagazine——andHE,I

  promiseyou,won\'tstandanynonsense——willonlyallowsevenpages,IamobligedtoleaveoffatTHEVERYMOSTINTERESTINGPOINTOFTHE

  STORY。

  *Mr。ThackerayretiredfromtheEditorshipoftheCornhillMagazineinMarch,1862。

  PARTIII。

  “Areyouofourfraternity?Iseeyouarenot。ThesecretwhichMademoiselledeBechamelconfidedtomeinhermadtriumphandwildhoydenspirits——shewasbutachild,poorthing,poorthing,scarcefifteen——butIlovethemyoung——afollynotunusualwiththeold!“

  HereMr。Pintothrusthisknucklesintohisholloweyes;and,Iamsorrytosay,solittleregardfulwasheofpersonalcleanliness,thathistearsmadestreaksofwhiteoverhisgnarleddarkhands。

  “Ah,atfifteen,poorchild,thyfatewasterrible!Goto!Itisnotgoodtoloveme,friend。Theyprospernotwhodo。Idivineyou。Youneednotsaywhatyouarethinking——“

  Intruth,Iwasthinking,ifgirlsfallinlovewiththissallowhook-nosed,glass-eyed,wooden-legged,dirty,hideousoldman,withtheshamteeth,theyhaveaqueertaste。THATiswhatIwasthinking。

  “JackWilkessaidthehandsomestmaninLondonhadbuthalfanhour\'sstartofhim。Andwithoutvanity,IamscarcelyuglierthanJackWilkes。WeweremembersofthesameclubatMedenhamAbbey,JackandI,andhadmanyamerrynighttogether。Well,sir,I——MaryofScotlandknewmebutasalittlehunchbackedmusic-master;andyet,andyet,IthinkSHEwasnotindifferenttoherDavidRiz——andSHEcametomisfortune。Theyalldo——theyalldo!“

  “Sir,youarewanderingfromyourpoint!“Isaid,withsomeseverity。For,really,forthisoldhumbugtohintthathehadbeenthebaboonwhofrightenedtheclubatMedenham,thathehadbeenintheInquisitionatValladolid——thatunderthenameofD。Riz,ashecalledit,hehadknownthelovelyQueenofScots——wasaLITTLEtoomuch。“Sir,“thenIsaid,“youwerespeakingaboutaMissdeBechamel。Ireallyhavenottimetohearallyourbiography。”

  “Faith,thegoodwinegetsintomyhead。”Ishouldthinkso,theoldtoper!Fourbottlesallbuttwoglasses。“ToreturntopoorBlanche。AsIsatlaughing,jokingwithher,sheletslipaword,alittleword,whichfilledmewithdismay。SomeonehadtoldherapartoftheSecret——thesecretwhichhasbeendivulgedscarcethriceinthreethousandyears——theSecretoftheFreemasons。Doyouknowwhathappenstothoseuninitiatewholearnthatsecret?tothosewretchedmen,theinitiatewhorevealit?“

  AsPintospoketome,helookedthroughandthroughmewithhishorriblepiercingglance,sothatIsatquiteuneasilyonmybench。

  Hecontinued:“DidIquestionherawake?Iknewshewouldlietome。Poorchild!IlovedhernolessbecauseIdidnotbelieveawordshesaid。Ilovedherblueeye,hergoldenhair,herdeliciousvoice,thatwastrueinsong,thoughwhenshespoke,falseasEblis!

  YouareawarethatIpossessinratheraremarkabledegreewhatwehaveagreedtocallthemesmericpower。Isettheunhappygirltosleep。THENshewasobligedtotellmeall。ItwasasIhadsurmised。GobydeMouchy,mywretched,besotted,miserablesecretary,inhisvisitstothechateauoftheMarquisdeBechamel,whowasoneofoursociety,hadseenBlanche。Isupposeitwasbecauseshehadbeenwarnedthathewasworthless,andpoor,artfulandacoward,shelovedhim。ShewormedoutofthebesottedwretchthesecretsofourOrder。\'DidhetellyoutheNUMBERONE?\'I

  asked。

  “Shesaid,\'Yes。\'

  “\'Didhe,\'Ifurtherinquired,\'tellyouthe——\'

  “\'Oh,don\'taskme,don\'taskme!\'shesaid,writhingonthesofa,whereshelayinthepresenceoftheMarquisdeBechamel,hermostunhappyfather。PoorBechamel,poorBechamel!HowpalehelookedasIspoke!\'Didhetellyou,\'Irepeatedwithadreadfulcalm,\'theNUMBERTWO?\'Shesaid,\'Yes。\'

  “Thepooroldmarquisroseup,andclaspinghishands,fellonhiskneesbeforeCountCagl——Bah!Iwentbyadifferentnamethen。

  Vat\'sinaname?DatvichvecallaRosicrucianbyanyothernamevilsmellassveet。\'Monsieur,\'hesaid,\'Iamold——Iamrich。I

  havefivehundredthousandlivresofrentesinPicardy。IhavehalfasmuchinArtois。IhavetwohundredandeightythousandontheGrandLivre。IampromisedbymySovereignadukedomandhisorderswithareversiontomyheir。IamaGrandeeofSpainoftheFirstClass,andDukeofVolovento。Takemytitles,myreadymoney,mylife,myhonor,everythingIhaveintheworld,butdon\'tasktheTHIRDQUESTION。\'

  “\'GodefroiddeBouillon,ComtedeBechamel,GrandeeofSpainandPrinceofVolovento,inourAssemblywhatwastheoathyouswore?\'“

  Theoldmanwrithedasheremembereditsterrificpurport。

  “Thoughmyheartwasrackedwithagony,andIwouldhavedied,ay,cheerfully“died,indeed,asifTHATwereapenalty!“tospareyonderlovelychildapang,Isaidtohercalmly,\'BlanchedeBechamel,didGobydeMouchytellyousecretNUMBERTHREE?\'

  “Shewhisperedaouithatwasquitefaint,faintandsmall。Butherpoorfatherfellinconvulsionsatherfeet。

  “Shediedsuddenlythatnight。DidInottellyouthoseIlovecometonogood?WhenGeneralBonapartecrossedtheSaintBernard,hesawintheconventanoldmonkwithawhitebeard,wanderingaboutthecorridors,cheerfulandratherstout,butmad——madasaMarchhare。\'General,\'Isaidtohim,\'didyoueverseethatfacebefore?\'Hehadnot。HehadnotmingledmuchwiththehigherclassesofoursocietybeforetheRevolution。Iknewthepooroldmanwellenough;hewasthelastofanoblerace,andIlovedhischild。”

  “Anddidshedieby——?“

  “Man!didIsayso?DoIwhisperthesecretsoftheVehmgericht?I

  sayshediedthatnight:andhe——he,theheartless,thevillain,thebetrayer,——yousawhimseatedinyondercuriosity-shop,byyonderguillotine,withhisscoundrellyheadinhislap。

  “Yousawhowslightthatinstrumentwas?ItwasoneofthefirstwhichGuillotinmade,andwhichheshowedtoprivatefriendsinaHANGARintheRuePicpus,wherehelived。Theinventioncreatedsomelittleconversationamongstscientificmenatthetime,thoughIrememberamachineinEdinburghofaverysimilarconstruction,twohundred——well,many,manyyearsago——andatabreakfastwhichGuillotingaveheshowedustheinstrument,andmuchtalkaroseamongstusastowhetherpeoplesufferedunderit。

  “AndnowImusttellyouwhatbefellthetraitorwhohadcausedallthissuffering。Didheknowthatthepoorchild\'sdeathwasaSENTENCE?Hefeltacowardlysatisfactionthatwithherwasgonethesecretofhistreason。Thenhebegantodoubt。IhadMEANStopenetrateallhisthoughts,aswellastoknowhisacts。Thenhebecameaslavetoahorriblefear。Hefledinabjectterrortoaconvent。TheystillexistedinParis;andbehindthewallsofJacobinsthewretchthoughthimselfsecure。Poorfool!Ihadbuttosetoneofmysomnambuliststosleep。Herspiritwentforthandspiedtheshudderingwretchinhiscell。Shedescribedthestreet,thegate,theconvent,theverydresswhichhewore,andwhichyousawto-day。

  “AndnowTHISiswhathappened。InhischamberintheRueSt。

  Honore,atParis,satamanALONE——amanwhohasbeenmaligned,amanwhohasbeencalledaknaveandcharlatan,amanwhohasbeenpersecutedeventothedeath,itissaid,inRomanInquisitions,forsooth,andelsewhere。Ha!ha!Amanwhohasamightywill。

  “AndlookingtowardstheJacobinsConventofwhich,fromhischamber,hecouldseethespiresandtrees,thismanWILLED。Anditwasnotyetdawn。Andhewilled;andonewhowaslyinginhiscellintheconventofJacobins,awakeandshudderingwithterrorforacrimewhichhehadcommitted,fellasleep。

  “Butthoughhewasasleephiseyeswereopen。

  “Andaftertossingandwrithing,andclingingtothepallet,andsaying,\'No,Iwillnotgo,\'heroseupanddonnedhisclothes——

  agraycoat,avestofwhitepique,blacksatinsmall-clothes,ribbedsilkstockings,andawhitestockwithasteelbuckle;andhearrangedhishair,andhetiedhisqueue,allthewhilebeinginthatstrangesomnolencewhichwalks,whichmoves,whichFLIES

  sometimes,whichsees,whichisindifferenttopain,whichOBEYS。

  Andheputonhishat,andhewentforthfromhiscell;andthoughthedawnwasnotyet,hetrodthecorridorsasseeingthem。Andhepassedintothecloister,andthenintothegardenwherelietheancientdead。Andhecametothewicket,whichBrotherJeromewasopeningjustatthedawning。Andthecrowdwasalreadywaitingwiththeircansandbowlstoreceivethealmsofthegoodbrethren。

  “Andhepassedthroughthecrowdandwentonhisway,andthefewpeoplethenabroadwhomarkedhim,said,\'Tiens!howveryoddhelooks!Helookslikeamanwalkinginhissleep!\'Thiswassaidbyvariouspersons:——

  “Bymilk-women,withtheircansandcarts,comingintothetown。

  “ByroystererswhohadbeendrinkingatthetavernsoftheBarrier,foritwasMid-Lent。

  “Bythesergeantsofthewatch,whoeyedhimsternlyashepassedneartheirhalberds。

  “Buthepassedonunmovedbytheirhalberds,“Unmovedbythecriesoftheroysterers,“Bythemarket-womencomingwiththeirmilkandeggs。

  “HewalkedthroughtheRueSt。Honore,Isay:——

  “BytheRueRambuteau,“BytheRueSt。Antoine,“BytheKing\'sChateauoftheBastille,“BytheFaubourgSt。Antoine。

  “AndhecametoNo。29intheRuePicpus——ahousewhichthenstoodbetweenacourtandgarden——

  “Thatis,therewasabuildingofonestory,withagreatcoach-door。

  “Thentherewasacourt,aroundwhichwerestables,coach-houses,offices。

  “Thentherewasahouse——atwo-storiedhouse,withaperroninfront。

  “Behindthehousewasagarden——agardenoftwohundredandfiftyFrenchfeetinlength。

  “AndasonehundredfeetofFranceequalonehundredandsixfeetofEngland,thisgarden,myfriends,equalledexactlytwohundredandsixty-fivefeetofBritishmeasure。

  “Inthecentreofthegardenwasafountainandastatue——or,tospeakmorecorrectly,twostatues。Onewasrecumbent,——aman。Overhim,sabreinhand,stoodawoman。

  “ThemanwasOlofernes。ThewomanwasJudith。Fromthehead,fromthetrunk,thewatergushed。Itwasthetasteofthedoctor:——wasitnotadrolloftaste?

  “Attheendofthegardenwasthedoctor\'scabinetofstudy。Myfaith,asingularcabinet,andsingularpictures!——

  “DecapitationofCharlesPremieratVitehall。

  “DecapitationofMontroseatEdimbourg。

  “DecapitationofCinqMars。WhenItellyouthathewasamanofataste,charming!

  “Throughthisgarden,bythesestatues,upthesestairs,wentthepalefigureofhimwho,theportersaid,knewthewayofthehouse。

  Hedid。Turningneitherrightnorleft,heseemedtowalkTHROUGH

  thestatues,theobstacles,theflower-beds,thestairs,thedoor,thetables,thechairs。

  “InthecorneroftheroomwasTHATINSTRUMENT,whichGuillotinhadjustinventedandperfected。Onedayhewastolayhisownheadunderhisownaxe。Peacebetohisname!WithhimIdealnot!

  “Inaframeofmahogany,neatlyworked,wasaboardwithahalf-

  circleinit,overwhichanotherboardfitted。Abovewasaheavyaxe,whichfell——youknowhow。Itwasheldupbyarope,andwhenthisropewasuntied,orcut,thesteelfell。

  “TothestorywhichInowhavetorelate,youmaygivecredence,ornot,asyouwill。Thesleepingmanwentuptothatinstrument。

  “Helaidhisheadinit,asleep。”

  “Asleep?“

  “Hethentookalittlepenknifeoutofthepocketofhiswhitedimitywaistcoat。

  “Hecuttheropeasleep。

  “Theaxedescendedontheheadofthetraitorandvillain。Thenotchinitwasmadebythesteelbuckleofhisstock,whichwascutthrough。

  “Astrangelegendhasgotabroadthatafterthedeedwasdone,thefigurerose,tooktheheadfromthebasket,walkedforththroughthegarden,andbythescreamingportersatthegate,andwentandlaiditselfdownattheMorgue。ButforthisIwillnotvouch。Onlyofthisbesure。\'Therearemorethingsinheavenandearth,Horatio,thanaredreamedofinyourphilosophy。\'Moreandmorethelightpeepsthroughthechinks。Soon,amidstmusicravishing,thecurtainwillrise,andthegloriousscenebedisplayed。Adieu!Rememberme。Ha!\'tisdawn,“Pintosaid。Andhewasgone。

  Iamashamedtosaythatmyfirstmovementwastoclutchthechequewhichhehadleftwithme,andwhichIwasdeterminedtopresenttheverymomentthebankopened。Iknowtheimportanceofthesethings,andthatmenCHANGETHEIRMINDsometimes。IsprangthroughthestreetstothegreatbankinghouseofManassehinDukeStreet。ItseemedtomeasifIactuallyflewasIwalked。AstheclockstrucktenIwasatthecounterandlaiddownmycheque。

  Thegentlemanwhoreceivedit,whowasoneoftheHebrewpersuasion,asweretheothertwohundredclerksoftheestablishment,havinglookedatthedraftwithterrorinhiscountenance,thenlookedatme,thencalledtohimselftwoofhisfellow-clerks,andqueeritwastoseealltheiraquilinebeaksoverthepaper。

  “Come,come!“saidI,“don\'tkeepmehereallday。Handmeoverthemoney,short,ifyouplease!“forIwas,yousee,alittlealarmed,andsodeterminedtoassumesomeextrabluster。

  “Willyouhavethekindnesstostepintotheparlortothepartners?“theclerksaid,andIfollowedhim。

  “What,AGAIN?“shriekedabald-headed,red-whiskeredgentleman,whomIknewtobeMr。Manasseh。“Mr。Salathiel,thisistoobad!Leavemewiththisgentleman,S。”Andtheclerkdisappeared。

  “Sir,“hesaid,“Iknowhowyoucamebythis;theCountdePintogaveityou。Itistoobad!Ihonormyparents;IhonorTHEIR

  parents;Ihonortheirbills!Butthisoneofgrandma\'sistoobad——

  itis,uponmywordnow!She\'vebeendeadthesefive-and-thirtyyears。Andthislastfourmonthsshehasleftherburial-placeandtooktodrawingonour\'ouse!It\'stoobad,grandma;itistoobad!“andheappealedtome,andtearsactuallytrickleddownhisnose。

  “IsittheCountessSidonia\'schequeornot?“Iasked,haughtily。

  “But,Itellyou,she\'sdead!It\'sashame!——it\'sashame!——itis,grandmamma!“andhecried,andwipedhisgreatnoseinhisyellowpocket-handkerchief。“Lookyear——willyoutakepoundsinsteadofguineas?She\'sdead,Itellyou!It\'snogo!Takethepounds——onetausendpound!——tennice,neat,crisphundred-poundnotes,andgoawayvidyou,do!“

  “Iwillhavemybond,sir,ornothing,“Isaid;andIputonanattitudeofresolutionwhichIconfesssurprisedevenmyself。

  “Weryvell,“heshrieked,withmanyoaths,“thenyoushallhavenoting——ha,ha,ha!——notingbutapoliceman!Mr。Abednego,callapoliceman!Takethat,youhumbugandimpostor!“andhere,withanabundanceoffrightfullanguagewhichIdarenotrepeat,thewealthybankerabusedanddefiedme。

  Auboutducompte,whatwasItodo,ifabankerdidnotchoosetohonorachequedrawnbyhisdeadgrandmother?IbegantowishIhadmysnuff-boxback。IbegantothinkIwasafoolforchangingthatlittleold-fashionedgoldforthisslipofstrangepaper。

  Meanwhilethebankerhadpassedfromhisfitofangertoaparoxysmofdespair。Heseemedtobeaddressingsomepersoninvisible,butintheroom:“Lookhere,ma\'am,you\'vereallybeencomingittoostrong。Ahundredthousandinsixmonths,andnowathousandmore!

  The\'ousecan\'tstandit;itWON\'Tstandit,Isay!What?Oh!

  mercy,mercy!“

  Asheutteredthesewords,AHandflutteredoverthetableintheair!Itwasafemalehand:thatwhichIhadseenthenightbefore。

  Thatfemalehandtookapenfromthegreenbaizetable,dippeditinasilverinkstand,andwroteonaquarterofasheetoffoolscapontheblotting-book,“Howaboutthediamondrobbery?Ifyoudonotpay,Iwilltellhimwheretheyare。”

  Whatdiamonds?whatrobbery?whatwasthismystery?Thatwillneverbeascertained,forthewretchedman\'sdemeanorinstantlychanged。

  “Certainly,sir;——oh,certainly,“hesaid,forcingagrin。“Howwillyouhavethemoney,sir?Allright,Mr。Abednego。Thiswayout。”

  “IhopeIshalloftenseeyouagain,“Isaid;onwhichIownpoorManassehgaveadreadfulgrin,andshotbackintohisparlor。

  Iranhome,clutchingthetendelicious,crisphundredpounds,andthedearlittlefiftywhichmadeuptheaccount。Iflewthroughthestreetsagain。Igottomychambers。Iboltedtheouterdoors。I

  sankbackinmygreatchair,andslept……

  Myfirstthingonwakingwastofeelformymoney。Perdition!

  WherewasI?Ha!——onthetablebeforemewasmygrandmother\'ssnuff-box,andbyitssideoneofthoseawful——thoseadmirable——

  sensationnovels,whichIhadbeenreading,andwhicharefullofdeliciouswonder。

  ButthattheguillotineisstilltobeseenatMr。Gale\'s,No。47,HighHolborn,IgiveyouMYHONOR。IsupposeIwasdreamingaboutit。Idon\'tknow。Whatisdreaming?Whatislife?Whyshouldn\'tIsleepontheceiling?——andamIsittingonitnow,oronthefloor?Iampuzzled。Butenough。Ifthefashionforsensationnovelsgoeson,ItellyouIwillwriteoneinfiftyvolumes。Forthepresent,DIXI。Butbetweenourselves,thisPinto,whofoughtattheColosseum,whowasnearlybeingroastedbytheInquisition,andsangduetsatHolyrood,IamrathersorrytolosehimafterthreelittlebitsofRoundaboutPapers。Etvous?

  DEFINIBUS。

  WhenSwiftwasinlovewithStella,anddespatchingheraletterfromLondonthriceamonthbytheIrishpacket,youmayrememberhowhewouldbeginletterNo。XXIII。,wewillsay,ontheverydaywhenXXII。hadbeensentaway,stealingoutofthecoffee-houseortheassemblysoastobeabletoprattlewithhisdear;“neverlettinggoherkindhand,asitwere,“assomecommentatororotherhassaidinspeakingoftheDeanandhisamour。WhenMr。Johnson,walkingtoDodsley\'s,andtouchingthepostsinPallMallashewalked,forgottopattheheadofoneofthem,hewentbackandimposedhishandsonit,——impelledIknownotbywhatsuperstition。IhavethisI

  hopenotdangerousmaniatoo。Assoonasapieceofworkisoutofhand,andbeforegoingtosleep,Iliketobeginanother:itmaybetowriteonlyhalfadozenlines:butthatissomethingtowardsNumbertheNext。Theprinter\'sboyhasnotyetreachedGreenArborCourtwiththecopy。Thosepeoplewhowerealivehalfanhoursince,Pendennis,CliveNewcome,andwhatdoyoucallhim?whatwasthenameofthelasthero?Iremembernow!PhilipFirmin,havehardlydrunktheirglassofwine,andthemammashaveonlythisminutegotthechildren\'scloakson,andhavebeenbowedoutofmypremises——andhereIcomebacktothestudyagain:tamenusquerecurro。Howlonelyitlooksnowallthesepeoplearegone!Mydeargoodfriends,somefolksareutterlytiredofyou,andsay,“Whatapovertyoffriendsthemanhas!HeisalwaysaskingustomeetthosePendennises,Newcomes,andsoforth。Whydoeshenotintroduceustosomenewcharacters?WhyishenotthrillinglikeTwostars,learnedandprofoundlikeThreestars,exquisitelyhumorousandhumanlikeFourstars?Why,finally,ishenotsomebodyelse?“

  Mygoodpeople,itisnotonlyimpossibletopleaseyouall,butitisabsurdtotry。Thedishwhichonemandevours,anotherdislikes。

  Isthedinnerofto-daynottoyourtaste?Letushopeto-morrow\'sentertainmentwillbemoreagreeable……Iresumemyoriginalsubject。Whatanodd,pleasant,humorous,melancholyfeelingitistositinthestudy,aloneandquiet,nowallthesepeoplearegonewhohavebeenboardingandlodgingwithmefortwentymonths!Theyhaveinterruptedmyrest:theyhaveplaguedmeatallsortsofminutes:theyhavethrustthemselvesuponmewhenIwasill,orwishedtobeidle,andIhavegrowledouta“Behangedtoyou,can\'tyouleavemealonenow?“Onceortwicetheyhavepreventedmygoingouttodinner。Manyandmanyatimetheyhavepreventedmycominghome,becauseIknewtheyweretherewaitinginthestudy,andaplaguetakethem!andIhavelefthomeandfamily,andgonetodineattheClub,andtoldnobodywhereIwent。Theyhaveboredme,thosepeople。Theyhaveplaguedmeatallsortsofuncomfortablehours。Theyhavemadesuchadisturbanceinmymindandhouse,thatsometimesIhavehardlyknownwhatwasgoingoninmyfamily,andscarcelyhaveheardwhatmyneighborsaidtome。Theyaregoneatlast;andyouwouldexpectmetobeatease?Farfromit。IshouldalmostbegladifWoolcombwouldwalkinandtalktome;orTwysdenreappear,takehisplaceinthatchairoppositeme,andbeginoneofhistremendousstories。

  Madmen,youknow,seevisions,holdconversationswith,evendrawthelikenessof,peopleinvisibletoyouandme。Isthismakingofpeopleoutoffancymadness?andarenovel-writersatallentitledtostrait-waistcoats?Ioftenforgetpeople\'snamesinlife;andinmyownstoriescontritelyownthatImakedreadfulblundersregardingthem;butIdeclare,mydearsir,withrespecttothepersonagesintroducedintoyourhumbleservant\'sfables,Iknowthepeopleutterly——Iknowthesoundoftheirvoices。Agentlemancameintoseemetheotherday,whowassolikethepictureofPhilipFirmininMr。Walker\'scharmingdrawingsinthecornhillMagazine,thathewasquiteacuriositytome。Thesameeyes,beard,shoulders,justasyouhaveseenthemfrommonthtomonth。Well,heisnotlikethePhilipFirmininmymind。Asleep,asleepinthegrave,liesthebold,thegenerous,thereckless,thetender-heartedcreaturewhomIhavemadetopassthroughthoseadventureswhichhavejustbeenbroughttoanend。ItisyearssinceIheardthelaughterringing,orsawthebrightblueeyes。WhenIknewhimbothwereyoung。IbecomeyoungasIthinkofhim。Andthismorninghewasaliveagaininthisroom,readytolaugh,tofight,toweep。AsIwrite,doyouknow,itisthegrayofevening;thehouseisquiet;

  everybodyisout;theroomisgettingalittledark,andIlookratherwistfullyupfromthepaperwithperhapseversolittlefancythatHEMAYCOMEIN——No?Nomovement。Nograyshade,growingmorepalpable,outofwhichatlastlookthewell-knowneyes。No,theprintercameandtookhimawaywiththelastpageoftheproofs。

  Andwiththeprinter\'sboydidthewholecortegeofghostsflitaway,invisible?Ha!stay!whatisthis?Angelsandministersofgrace!Thedooropens,andadarkform——enters,bearingablack——ablacksuitofclothes。ItisJohn。Hesaysitistimetodressfordinner

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