tails a rational society for the future, - these are the quacy of his mind and ideas for being the ways of Jacobinism. Mr. Frederic Harrison and human society, for perfection. Culture tend. other disciples of Comte - one of them, Mr. Con- ways thus to deal with the men of a systea." greve, is an old acquaintance of mine, and I am disciples, of a school, with men like Corte, glad to have an opportunity of publicly expressing late Mr. Buckle, or Mr. Mill. It remembers my respect for his talents and character — are text: “Be not ye called Rabbi !" and it soda among the friends of democracy who are for leading on from any Rabbi. But Jacobinism loves a it in paths of this kind. Mr. Frederic Harrison is it does not want to pass on from its Rabbi in z very hostile to culture, and from a natural enough of a future, and unreached perfection; it was motive; for culture is the eternal opponent of the Rabbi and his ideas to stand for perfection that two things which are the signal marks of Jacobin- may with the more authority recast the world, ism, - its fierceness, and its addiction to an ab- for Jacobinism, therefore, culture — eternally stract system. A current in people's minds sets to-ing onwards and seeking – is an impertinerea wards new ideas ; people are dissatisfied with their an offence. But culture, just because it resie old narrow stock of Philistine ideas, Anglo-Saxon tendency of Jacobinism to impose on us a man ideas, or any other; and some man, some Bentham limitations and errors of his own along with the or Comte, who has the real merit of having early ideas of which he is the organ, really does the ri and strongly felt and helped the new current, but and Jacobinism itself a service. who brings plenty of narrownesses and mistakes of So, too, Jacobinism, in its fierce hatred of the his own into his feeling and help of it, is credited and of those whom it makes liable for the since with being the author of the whole current, the fit past, cannot away with culture, culture with person to be intrusted with its regulation and to exhaustible indulgence, its consideration of de guide the human race. The excellent German his- stances, its severe judgment of actions joined: torian of the mythology of Rome, Preller, relating merciful judgment of persons. " The man of con the introduction at Rome under the Tarquins of the is in politics," cries Mr. Frederic Harrison, ** worship of Apollo, the god of light, healing, and the poorest mortals alive.” Mr. Frederic Haret reconciliation, observes that it was not so much the wants to be doing business, and he complains Tarquins who brought to Rome the new worship of the man of culture stops him with a "tur Apollo, as a current in the mind of the Roman peo- small fault-finding, love of selfish ease, and in ple which set powerfully at that time towards a new ion in action.” Of what use is culture, he ask worship of this kind, and away from the old run of cept for “a critic of new books or a profesi Latin and Sabine religious ideas. In a similar way, belles lettre?" Why, it is of use because, in pol culture is always assigning to the system-maker and ence of t! . fierce exasperation which breathe the system a smaller share in the bent of human rather, I my say, hisses, through the whole prus destiny than their friends like

|tion in which Mr. Frederic Harrison asks that ca Culture feels even a pleasure, a sense of an in- tion, it reminds us that the perfection of bras creased freedom and of an ampler future, by so nature is sweetness and light. It is of use becus doing. I remember when I was under the influence like religion, – that other effort after perfection of a mind to which I feel the greatest obligations, it testifies that, where bitter envying and struer the mind of a man who was the very incarna- there is confusion and every evil work tion of sanity and clear sense, a man the most On this the last time that I am to speak from considerable, it seems to me, whom America has place, I have permitted myself, in justifying cua yet produced, - Benjamin Franklin, - I remember and in enforcing the reasons for it, to keep con the relief with which, after long feeling the sway of on ground where I am at one with the central in Franklin's imperturbable common-sense, I came upon and sympathy of Oxford. The pursuit of pertama a project of his for a new version of the Book of is the pursuit of sweetness and light. Oxford >> Job, to replace the old version, the style of which, worked with all the bent of her nature for at says Franklin, has become obsolete, and thence less ness, for beauty; and I have allowed myself tiagreeable. "I give," he continues, "a few verses, chiefly to insist on sweetness, on beauty, as nas which may serve as a sample of the kind of version sary characters of perfection. Light, too, is a neer I would recommend.” We all recollect the famous / sary character of perfection ; Oxford must not sur verse in our translation : “ Then Satan answered herself to forget that! At other times, during the Lord and said: “Doth Job fear God for passage in this chair, I have not failed to ren naught ?'" Franklin makes this : “ Does Your her, so far as my feeble voice availed, that light Majesty imagine that Job's good conduct is the necessary character of perfection. I never sa effect of mere personal attachment and affection ?" cease, so long as anywhere my voice finds any v I well remember how when I first read that, I drew ance, to insist on the need of light as well as a deep breath of relief, and said to myself: “ After sweetness. To-day I have spoken most of to all, there is a stretch of humanity behind Franklin's which Oxford has loved most. But 'he who was victorious good sense!” So, after hearing Bentham for sweetness works in the end for light also. cried loudly up as the renovator of modern society, who works for light works in the end for sweet and Bentham's mind and ideas proposed as the also. He who works for sweetness and light rulers of our future, I open the Deontology. There to make reason and the will of God preval. I read : “ While Xenophon was writing bis history who works for machinery, he who works for ha and Euclid teaching geometry, Socrates and Plato works only for confusion. Culture looks beren were talking nonsense under pretence of talking machinery, culture hates hatred ; culture has wisdom and morality. This morality of theirs con-one great passion, the passion for sweetnes sisted in words; this wisdom of theirs was the de- light. Yes, it has one yet greater, - the passi nial of matters known to every man's experience." making them prevail. It is not satisfied till From the moment of reading that, I am delivered come to a perfect man; it knows that the sweetne from the bondage of Bentham ; the fanaticism of his and light of the few must be imperfect until the adherents can touch me no longer, I feel the inade- and unkindled masses of humanity are touched

the passion for

tness and light. If I have not shrunk from |

FOR LADIES ONLY. ng that we must work for sweetness and light, so her have I shrunk from saying that we must! So many of my Cheltenham friends said to me, e a broad basis, must have sweetness and light “Miss Prym,” or else, " Prunella, dear,” according to as many as possible. I have again and again in the degree of their intimacy, “ We wonder you should d how those are the happy moments of human- not go to see this Paris exhibition that all the world how those are the marking epochs of a people's | is talking of,” that at last I made my mind up to take how those are the flowering times for literature their advice. I am not, in a general way, fond of art and all the creative power of genius, when travelling, or accustomed to it; but for this once I e is a national glow of life and thought, when thought I might venture, and, besides, my medical whole of society is in the fullest measure per- man was of opinion that change of air would do me ited by thought, sensible to beauty, intelligent good. “You want stimulating, Miss Prym,” the I alive. Only it must be real thought and real doctor remarked; “pulse low, system languid, and .uty; real sweetness and real light.

a month spent in the crush and bustle of Paris will Plenty of people will try to give the masses an | be the best tonic I can prescribe. Go and get a little ellectual food prepared and adapted in the way wholesome excitement." This decided me, and I y think proper for the actual condition of the went. sses. The ordinary popular literature is an ex- “My name, as may be inferred from the words ple of this way of working on the masses. Plenty quoted above, is Prym, — Miss Prunella Prym, of people will try to indoctrinate the masses with Rhododendron Villa, the Slopes, Cheltenham. I

set of ideas and judgments constituting the creed am comfortably well-to-do in the world, and did not their own profession or party. The religious or- grudge the expense of taking two servants with me, nizations give an example of this way of working — my trusty maid Gubbins, and Thomas Coachman,

the masses. I disparage peither; but culture a very steady, elderly man, long in the service of orks differently. It does not try to teach down to my late papa, the Rev. Dr. Prym, D. D., prebendary e level of inferior classes; it does not try to win of Dulchester, and rector of Great Tithington, of em for this or that sect of its own, with ready-made whose savings I was sole heiress. Although Thomas, dgments and watchwords; but it seeks to do away from old habit, is still called “ Coachman,” I do not ith classes, to make all live in an atmosphere of keep a carriage, preferring to hire one when reveetness and light, and use ideas, as it uses them quired, and the man takes care of the garden, self, freely, - to be nourished and not bound by besides officiating in a domestic capacity as a kind iem. This is the social idea; and the men of cul- of butler. Maid and man are old and faithful atire are the true apostles of equality. The great tendants, and I felt their presence a sort of prolen of culture are those who have had a passion for tection. iffusing, for making prevail, for carrying from one I was to travel to Paris by easy stages, taking two ad of society to the other, the best knowledge, the days for the journey, and, on arriving there, I inest ideas of their time; who have labored to divest tended to drive straight to the house of a married nowledge of all that was harsh, uncouth, difficult, friend, an old school-fellow (if the term “ fellow" bstract, professional, exclusive; to humanize it, to can be applied to a lady, without disrespect), now jake it efficient outside the clique of the cultivated Mrs. Trimmles, of the Avenue de l'Impératrice, nd learned, yet still remaining the best knowledge Champs Elysées. I meant, of course, to take apartnd thought of the time, and a true source, there- ments for myself, but I dreaded the enormous prices pre, of sweetness and light. Such a man was Ab- and distracting noise of an hotel crowded with eager lard in the Middle Ages; and thence the boundless excursionists. I was very glad, therefore, to accept motion and enthusiasm which Abelard excited. the hospitable invitation of Marion Trimmles, – Such were Lessing and Herder in Germany, at the how odd it seemed to call her anything but Marion nd of the last century; and their services to Ger- Freeman, as when we learned French and wore the nany were inestimably precious. Generations will backboard in the same class ! — to make her house pass, and literary monuments will accumulate, and my head-quarters while looking out for something works far more perfect than the works of Lessing suitable. Mr. Trimmles, who is a good sort of and Herder will be produced in Germany, and yet person, but not very well-bred, though considered their names will fill a German with a reverence and as a catch for Marion, having a large fortune, made enthusiasm such as the names of the most gifted somehow out of government contracts, and who is masters will hardly awaken. Because they human- older than his wife, and lives in Paris to please her, ized knowledge; because they broadened the basis seconded her invitation in what I admit was a very of life and intelligence; because they worked pow-hearty manner. And so, with a considerable quanerfully to diffuse sweetness and light, to make rea- tity of baggage, — since it would not do to appear in son and the will of God prevail. With Saint Au- such a place as Paris without an ample wardrobe, gustine they said: “Let us not leave Thee alone to and with the good wishes and hopeful predictions make in the secret of thy knowledge, as thou didst of my friends, I started for the Continent. before the creation of the firmament, the division of During the first portion of the journey there was light from darkness ; let the children of thy spirit, nothing to record. The degrading miseries of the placed in their firmament, make their light shine sea-passage, the two hours consumed in which seemed upon the earth, mark the division of night and day, to me to be elastic, and to be equal to two of the and announce the revolution of the times; for the longest of long days that I had ever spent; the old order is passed and the new arises; the night is prying of the French custom-house officers into spent, the day is come forth; and thou shalt crown trunks and boxes, – these topics are too trite to be the year with thy blessing, when thou shalt send worth dilating upon. I only know that I shuddered forth laborers into thy harvest sown by other hands | when first I saw a horrid foreigner — a male person, than theirs; when thou shalt send forth new labor- with a glazed hat and mustachios – plunge his preers to new seed-times, whereof the harvest shall be suming paws into the midst of my wearing apparel, not yet."

and could hardly suppress a shriek as I saw my all

sorts-of-things- of which a man is supposed to know, I alone in the carriage; I glanced round to and ought to know, nothing — tossed over and towzled | myself of the fact. Yes! Undoubtedly I hai about, and held up for inspection in the most brazen the eight seats for my own especial accommodo style. But I will say that these whiskered officials There lay my cloaks, my bag (best solid my were vastly polite to me, in their impertinent, smirk-leather, silver mounted, and fitted with a Bres ing, foreign way, and did not seize anything, although lock, a most convenient bag, in which I kept poor Gubbins was unjustly suspected of being a fe- keys, my purse, and a few other indispensabi male smuggler, and narrowly escaped the indignity ticles), and my parasol, umbrella, and drees of a search, but at my intercession was permitted to case. Nothing was disturbed. Who thes pass on. Then Thomas, as I am told is the case heaved the deep sigh that had followed so is with most English men-servants abroad, grumbled a diately upon my little outbreak of self-congra good deal, and was perpetually losing himself here, tion? Either my senses must have played : and getting left behind there, so that I grew quite false, or I myself'must have sighed without be weary of hunting after him and interpreting for him, ing it. Fancy is capable of strange pranks, and began to wish I had left him and Gubbins (who this is a specimen of them, thonght I; but at e was tearful and resigned, and gave herself the most very moment I heard a low sound, something provoking airs of being a martyr) at home. I was tween a groan and a growl, and then a rustling wrong, though. Before my feet were on the Paris that appeared to proceed from beneath the seat pavement, I had cause to be thankful that those posite to me, and on the elastic cushions of w two true and trusty creatures had accompanied my feet were comfortably reposing. I snatt** me.

them away, now, - my feet, I mean, — more The dusk of evening was fast closing in already ruptly than was consistent with the elegant par when we arrived at Amiens, and there, of course, ty that I had always maintained to be the tro we, the passengers by the tidal express from Bou- portment for a gentlewoman. I was sure, this to logne, had to alight and change trains. The notice, that my ears had not deceived me. “For Ladies Only," though, of course, it was in But what could be the origin of the extraordin French, affixed to the door of a first-class compart- sounds that had thus broken in upon my rever ment, caught my eye. “Ouvrez, Monsieur, s'il vous The idea of ghosts I sternly rebuked. In plâit," I said to a slim young guard, who held a key always, as a rule, set my face against ghosts le in his hand. He pulled open the door with a jerk. a sound churchwoman, I hope, and not superstita z “ Madame will be alone," he said, " alone all the way. and I have never countenanced any of the idle She will have the carriage to herself up to Paris." of the younger generation of my neighbors I got in accordingly, and Gubbins and Thomas pro- / regard to spirit-knocks and table-turning, thing ceeded to make me comfortable, and to hand me in which I am certain my late lamented father, my portable property, - bag, dressing-case, cloaks, Prym, would never have permitted in his pares shawls, packet of sandwiches, guide-books, and all. Besides, though I have heard of haunted houses, .

I travel with a good deal of light luggage, because, never did happen to hear of a haunted rail although it makes the getting in and out of the car- carriage. The notion was preposterous. But 13 riage a work of time, and although one is always came the same sound, the growl this time pred wretched for fear of forgetting something, one never nating over the groan, and the stealthy, rostas knows what one may want, - fancy-work, or a book, noise increased, and I saw the valance opposite ! or a smelling-bottle, — and it is best to be prepared. me shake violently. I grew excessively Berto Then my man and maid went to take their own seats What had I got for a fellow-traveller? Then the in the second-class, at some little distance, and pres | idea flashed upon me that the creature conreak. ently the train started.

beneath the drab drapery in front of me was pret * Well, this is nice," said I, as I settled myself ably a dog, slyly placed there by some dishones snugly in a well-padded corner, and drew a shawl master who preferred to make the company cart around my knees, — “this is nice. We unprotected his canine favorite gratis to providing quarters females, as they call us, have the best of it." I said him in the regular doggery, or whatever they cal this in a kind of self-satisfied soliloquy, as the train There was some relief in that supposition, rattled on through the thickening darkness. We even then, my position was far from being an am were clear of Amiens by this time, station, city, ram-able one. I am one of those persons who dist parts, and bifurcation, and were rushing very fast dogs, except, of course, in their proper place through a lonely country, where great rushy pools, their proper place is not where I am. I have all on sullen sheets of water that looked lead-colored in the life, too, had a lively fear of hydrophobia, and to dim light, were the most conspicuous objects of the idea that a strange dog - and a large one, to ju landscape. A bare, blurred landscape it was, with by the disturbance that it made in dragging itse only here and there a white cottage or a stunted tree over the floor - was boxed up with me, and with me to break the dull uniformity of swamp and pasture. one to keep it in order, was very unwelcome." It was not, you may be sure, the beauty of the pros-might the brute do, if irritated! I determined to pect that had prompted my remark, but the fact that conciliatory and ret on the alert, so that wh the train, on account of the Exhibition, I suppose, I picked up my parasol as the readiest weapon was very full. There were large families, and young could find in case of a sudden rush, I said, 10 men, and married couples, and queer Russian-looking coaxing tone, –“ Poor fellow! rooty fellow! voyagers in black lambskin caps and furred boots, dog'** A hoarse gurgling noise, resembling but I was the only lady trarelling alone, and whilst deep harsh gurrh! gurrh! that I once heard in the rest were squeezed and shouted at, and thrust in two savage mastiffs, worrying one another allt anywhere, I, in my solitary dignity, bad elbow-room corner of the street, replied to mr endearments a and to spare. Hence my remark. But what was already in imagination I felt the beast's sharper my horror to hear, or to think I beand, a heavy sigh, close upon my ankle, but in sngared acrents! in answer to mr words:

sumed, * Poor fellow, poor — * when I behen A sigh it most unmistakably was, and ret I was sight that stopped the words on my lips, froze

yod in my veins, and turned me, for the moment, of intense self-commiseration, one might have o stone.

thought that he expected me to condole with him on The flapping drab valance was lifted, and out the inconveniences of his late painful position bepped a head, — not the head of a dog. Timid as neath the valance! But that seemed as absurd as am when confronted by these animals, I should it would be to deplore the misfortunes of a burglar finitely have preferred to set eyes upon the sleek who should cut his finger in removing the glass from at and black muzzle, and grinning teeth of even one's pantry window, while I could not ask the bebulldog, to the shocking reality of the case. This creature his motives for so singular a concealment, as the head of a man. I sat, gasping and staring, / least the answer might prove to be of a character ith my useless parasol pointed at the intruder. All practical and unpleasant. at I had ever heard or read, of atrocities perpe * What did he want? Was it my watch and ated in railway travel, stories of madmen, of fel-money on which the villain had designs, or was it as, and of riotous wretches wild with drink, came my life also that was at stake, or — or was he an owding upon my mind at once. And here was I, l escaped lunatic, - one of those terrible truants from i a fair way myself to supply the raw material for the asylums where the insane are lodged, and who sensational paragraph in the newspapers ; I, Pru- | now and then break loose by some preternatural ella Prym, the very last person that any acquaint-exertion of force or cunning, and range, wild beast nce of hers would have supposed likely to figure, like, until they are hunted down ? He did not lowever blamelessly, in the grim column of acci- look mad, but then looks so often mislead; and, in lents and offences. I thought of all this as I gazed, any case, his purpose must be an unlawful one. No forror-stricken, at the face before me, the face of a respectable man would have lain in ambush under nan of forty years of age, broad, sunfreckled, im- the seat of a railway carriage, – that much was pudent, with a shaggy brown beard like the mane only too clear. of an ugly lion. How long I looked at this unwel- “Snug, this, is n't it, ma'am ?” said the trespasser, come apparition I cannot tell; but I was recalled at with a dreadful sort of jocularity, after a time, “ unonce to a sense of decorum and of the peril of my commonly snug I call it, — only us two!" and he position, by the rude remark, in a rough north threw himself into the middle seat of the carriage, country acoent: “ Hope you 'll know me again, old on the opposite side, and rubbed his great hands tolady ! that's all ! ”

gether in an exulting way that made my flesh It was with an Englishman, then, that I had to creep. I had been taking a wary survey of him out deal. There was one comfort in that, for at least I of the corners of my eyes for some minutes, in hopes could beg my life with a certainty of being under- of ascertaining what kind of evil-doer he was, but I stood, whereas I might find the irregular verbs and could not make my mind up. He was tolerably the genders horribly in my way in the attempt to well dressed in a suit of black broadcloth, but it was mollify a foreign scoundrel. I had discovered since very dusty and fluffy, as was natural, after his socrossing the Channel that my French, learned as it journ beneath the drab drapery; and his cravat, had been at the selectest of select seminaries, and of a staring pattern, red and green, was loose and from a native with a Parisian accent, was not quite awry. He had a soft felt hat, a silver guard-chain, so fluent or correct in practice as it had been de- and very muscular hands, with short thick fingers. clared to be in theory. It was, in fact, what an He was a strongly-built, thick-set personage, of midamusing literary gentleman whom I met at one of dle height, and unquestionably what we at Cheltenour Cheltenham tea-parties described as the French ham call a vulgarian. He might, by a general of Stratford-atte-Bowe, rather than the French of grittiness and dinginess that clung to him, have had Paris. It was preferable to appeal to the better something to do with coals, or wood, or iron, or confeelings of a ruflian of one's own country and tracts for railway making, or that kind of avocation. speech.

He was upright, however, and sunburned, and had, Meanwhile the body had followed the head in very likely, been a Volunteer, somewhere in that struggling out from underneath the seat, and the north country whence he came. He was not a comwhole man soon stood on the floor of the swaying mon thief, whatever he might be. carriage, which in that part of the journey rocked " This is the compartment for ladies only, ain't and jerked a good deal, so that he had to lay hold it?” said the intruder, bluntly, after a fresh pause. of the padded partition next to him to steady him Now I must speak. I felt that, while at the same self. He was very red in the face, and he panted time I had not any idea of the wisest course to purfor breath, and groaned as he stretched his limbs. sue. Should I freeze the audacious wretch by a “ Cramped in every joint, and as near being smoth- chilling behavior, and assert my womanly dignity ered as ever a chap was!” grumbled the man. by monosyllabic coldness? or should I play a bolder “You don't know how hot and close it is under game, and be affable ? All things considered, I there, ma'am, breathing what seems more like wool- thought I would be affable. “It is so, sir,” said I, dust than air into one's lungs, and aching till you trying to speak in the same conciliatory tone that I begin to think you'll never straighten your back-should have used at Rhododendron Villa to a mornbone again. It's been a long bout of it, to me, the ing visitor, - our vicar, for example, or old Sir run from Amiens." This last observation suggested | George Huff, who drinks the waters annually. “I'm to me that we were still at a considerable distance in luck, for once!" said the man, joyously smiting from Paris, - much farther, naturally, than from his knee with his open hand with a violence that Amiens, --- since the space that had appeared so made me start. “I did n't know when I got in and long - and no wonder — to the man, crouched un- crawled under that flounce of a thing, whether half der the seat and half stifled, had seemed to me but a dozen bothersome chaps might n't come taking trifling. What a much longer “bout” would be their places, and poking their portmanteaus and the remainder of the journey if it were to be per-traps underneath, in which case I'd have been disformed in such company as this! But I was puzzled covered to a certainty. Besides, the cramps were as to what reply would be most befitting under the so bad, lying doubled up there, that I must have halcircumstances. Really, to judge by this man's tone | looed long before we got to Paris, whoever had been

in the carriage. I say, what 's that ? Sandwiches, / watching him as a half-dead mouse might e 24 by George !” and the fellow pounced upon the The train flew on, racing towards Cre packet, neatly done up in white paper, that lay on thoughts were as busy as my limbs were the seat in front of mine, and began to eat as vora- Who, or what, was this man ? What bad be.. ciously as if he had been on short commons for a And, more interesting still, from a personal ca week.

view, what was he going to do? That be wel “I'm half starved ; hungry as a hawk," he dread of pursuers of some kind, I knew, but growled out, with his mouth full; “ and so would he was Aying from officers of justice, or 2) any fellow be that had been hunted up and down, warders, or private enemies, I knew not. and forced to hide behind haystacks, as I have. It Creil at last. Creil with all its lights, it was touch and go with me in Amiens. I'd have station ; lamps flashing, bells ringing, train been grabbed before to-morrow, if I'd not seen this bling to and fro, stir and bustle in plenty. 7 carriage in a siding, under a shed, with the door rolled in, and came to a jangling stop; and open, and a porter trimming the lamp. I overheard was opening of carriage doors, and sound of one of the French beggars say this was to be part voices, and alighting of passengers, and where of the train, and lucky it was I learned some of their of barrow-loads of luggage. But I sat as sti lingo when I was never mind that! Got a drop as mute as if, to use my despot's own words. I of comfort with you, ma'am ? — rum, gin, brandy? been a waxwork indeed. Fear silenced me as I'm not nice," (which last word, however, he pro- pletely as if I had been deaf and damb, and nounced " nash," but I guessed his meaning). the opportunity pass by without one single

I felt ready to faint. “You are very welcome to help, one effort to call for a rescue. Myt. the sandwiches,” said I, “but as for ardent spirits, I fellow-traveller chuckled ogreishly as the last am sorry that I cannot meet your wishes. As a was slammed, as the whistle sounded, and of

the train again, bound for Paris. “Now, "Ah! but you look just the sensible, easy sort of ma'am, whichever you may be, there's time to lady to have a flask of something comfortable along for us to settle our little affairs before we are with you," said the man, with an incredulous grin. Paris. You seem a sensible, tidyish old giri * What's that in the little basket ? It looks like a I'm sure you won't make any unnecessary bottle, don't it?" and he very coolly drew the I'm not a man to be trifled with!” basket over towards him as he spoke, and removed As the wretch made the above remarks, bet the wicker-covered bottle within.

out his silver hunting watch, opened it, and less But the bottle contained nothing more tempting at it as if he were computing the number of me than eau de cologne, and my free-and-easy new ac- that remained to him. “Lots of time!" be closer quaintance laid it down with an oath. “I should putting up his watch. What did the monster se have been the better for a raw nip!” he said, sulk- I trembled from head to foot, and I should have lic ily, and then he jumped up and peered through the to have fainted, but did not dare to permit mysere glass into the night. We had just passed the lights much as a slight bysterical attack. The case o of a small station at which the express made no halt. too serious for such palliatives. Did he mest

There was a long and awkward silence. It was murder me? I could not tell. He was a live them broken by the intrusive stranger. He had taken beyond my guessing. When vexed, he was feroza up my Bradshaw, which lay among my other port- enough, but it was a facetious sort of ferocity able articles, and was fiuttering over the leaves : all, and I am not sure that he did not frighten z * This train stops but once," he muttered to him- more by leering and chuckling, as if he had beer self; "we shall get to Creil presently." My heart ogre indeed, than a solemn and melodramatic L was in my mouth, as it were, when I heard this, and could have done. It was with a keen and a mes remembered that we were approaching the large choly interest that I suffered my thoughts to junction that he had named. We should make a to Rhododendron Villa, the home that I shz. halt there, and if I conld but keep this savage in perhaps never see again; to my garden bloomin. good humor until within reach of help, then — He beauty; my azalias; my velvet lawn, and gas seemed to read my thoughts, for he bent forward, shrubbery; my birds, twittering behind their ! looking fixedly at me the while, and gripped me by wires; and poor Tibby, most faithful of cats, the wrist with a force that made me give a little smooth white fur ber mistress would never sp scream. There was a black bruise left behind by caress. How I regretted my pusillanimity in in the grasp of his hard hand, a bruise that I showed calling for help at Creil station! Here I was not to sympathizing friends for a month afterwards as much alone with this man, mad or felonions, a * Xo nonsense, ma'am, for I won't stand it !" he we had been cast away together on some desodili said, threateningly; “when we get to that station, island. you'll please to sit as still - do you hear ? - as if The man seemed to be in no particalar beri you were a waxwork. Beckon to a porter, call the He was master of the situation, and be knew it. guand, speak one word above your breath, and see had drawn a thick parcel, wrapped in leather, ine what comes of it!" # What right have you -* I | his breast-pocket, and for several minutes be s began, doing my best to plack up a little spirit; but poising and fingering this, as if to satisfy hindi he cut me short « Might's right in a job like this, that its contents were yet intact. Then he replace he said, very gratily, and with so fierce a look that it, and turned to me, watch in hand: - Time's ? I gare up all ideas of opposition, and began to sob. he said, briskly; " we must look sharp, non." Ant Bat even this consolation was denied me, for the one might have knocked me down with a fearber man said, angrily, that he “wished I'd leave off The crisis had come. Perhaps in a few more me that row: he hated snivelling." And I was forced ments I should be hurled, dead or dying, out of 100 to be calm.

doorway of the carriage, and my bones crushed My tyrant now palled his soft felt hat down over splinters beneath the grinding iron wheels. his brows, and, leaning back in his place, seemed to my good man!" I began, but my tongue seemed be either half asleep or deep in thought I sat refuse its office. The tyrant langbed, but not in die