Helen paused, and then replied, “ Call it. God- | their heads, pressing forward as if they all strore SEND' Island.”

for precedency; it was like Milton's fiends attack “ So I will,” he said, and wrote it down. |ing the sky. The rate at which they climbed w

Then they named the places they had seen. The wonderful. The sun set and the moon rose fil reef Helen had discovered off the northwest coast and showed those angry masses surging uprants they called “White Water Island," because of the and jostling each other as they flew. breakers. Then came “ Seal Bay," Palm-tree Yet below it was dead calm. Point," “ Mount Lookout” (this was the hill due Having admired the sublimity of the scene, at south of where they lived). They called the cane- seen the full moon rise, but .speedily lose her ligte brake “ Wild Duck Swamp," and the spot where in a brassy halo, they entered the hut, which us they lunched “ Cochineal Clearing." The moun- now the head-quarters, and they supped together tain was named “Mount Cavity.”

there. “But what shall we call the capital of the king. While they were eating their little meal the tops dom — this hut ?" said Miss Rolleston, as she leaned of the trees were heard to sigh, so still was every over him and pointed to the spot.

thing else. None the less did those strange cload “ Saint Helen's," said Hazel, looking up; and he fly northward, eighty miles an hour. After suppe wrote it down ere she could object.

Helen sat busy over the fire, where some gum, 02Then there was a little awkward pause, while he lected by Hazel, resembling India-rubber, was bolwas busily occupied in filling up some topographical ing; she was preparing to cover a pair of poor details. She turned it off gayly.

Welch's shoes, inside and out, with a coat of the “ What are those caterpillars that you have material, which Hazel believed to be waterprod drawn there, sprawling over my kingdom ? ” she She sat in such a position that he could watch ber. asked.

It was a happy evening. She seemed content “ Caterpillars ! you are complimentary, Miss Rol She had got over her fear of him; they were good leston. Those are mountains.”

comrades if they were nothing more. It was hap “O, indeed ; and those lines you are now draw- piness to him to be by her side even on those terms ing are rivers, I presume.”

He thought of it all as he looked at ber. How ds« Yes ; let us call this branch of our solitary tant she had seemed once to him ; what an unap estuary, which runs westward, the River Lee, and proachable goddess. Yet there she was by his side this, to the east, the River Medway. Is such your in a hut he had made for her. majesty's pleasure ?”

He could not help sipping the soft intoxicating La Reine le veut,” replied Helen, smiling. draught her mere presence offered him. But by “ But, Master Geographer, it seems to me, that you and by he felt his heart was dissolving within him, are putting in mountains and rivers which you have and he was trifling with danger. He must not look never explored : how do you know that these turns on her too long, seated by the fire like a wife. The and twists in the stream exist as you represent much-enduring man rose, and turned his back upen them ? and those spurs, which look so real, have the sight he loved so dearly : he went out at the you not added them only to disguise the caterpillar open door intending to close it and bid her good character of your range of hills !”

night. But he did not do so, just then; for his atHazel laughed as he confessed to drawing on his tention as an observer of nature was arrested by fancy for some little details. But pleaded that all the unusual conduct of certain animals. Gannets geographers, when they drew maps, were licensed and other sea-birds were running about the oppo to fill in a few such touches, where discovery had site wood and craning their necks in a strange way. failed to supply particulars.

He had never seen one enter that wood before. Helen had always believed religiously in maps, | Seals and sea-lions were surrounding the slope. and was amused when she reflected on her former and crawling about, and now and then plunging credulity.

into the river, which they crossed with infinite diff

culty, for it was running very high and strong, CHAPTER XXXIII.

The trees also sighed louder than ever. Hazel

turned back to tell Miss Rolleston something extraor Heley's strength was coming back to her but dinary was going on. She sat in sight from the slowly; she complained of great lassitude and want river, and as he came towards the hut, he saw her of appetite. But the following day baving cleared sitting by the fire reading. up, the sun shone out with great power and bril. He stopped short. Her work lay at her feet: liancy. She gladly welcomed the return of the she had taken out a letter, and she was reading fine weather, but Hazel shook his head ; ten days' by the fire. rain was not their portion, – the bad weather would As she read it her face was a puzzle. But Hazel return, and complete the month or six weeks' win- saw the act alone; and a dart of ice seemed to go ter to which Nature was entitled. The next even through and through him. ing the appearance of the sky confirmed his opin- This, then, was her true source of consolation. ion. The sun set like a crimson shield; gory, and He thought it was so before. He had even reason double its usual size. It entered into a thick bank to think so. But never seeing any palpable proos, of dark violet cloud that lay on the horizon, and he had almost been happy. He turned sick with seemed to split the vapor into rays, but of a dusky jealous misery, and stood there rooted and frozen kind; immediately above this crimson, the clouds Then came a fierce impulse to shut the sight out were of a brilliant gold, but higher they were the that caused this pain. color of rubies, and went gradually off to gray. He almost flung her porteullis to, and made his

But, as the orb dipped to the horizon a solid pile hands bleed. But a bleeding heart does not for of unearthly clouds came up from the southeast ; scratches. their bodies were singularly and unnaturally black, "Good night," said he, hoarsals... and mottled with copper color, and hemmed with a “Good night," said she, kind, fiery yellow: and these infernal clouds towered up! And why should streno

was his affianced bride, bound to him by honor as panting and crouching, but safe. They were none well as inclination. This was the reflection to too soon; the tempest increased in violence, and which, after a sore battle with his loving heart, the became more continuous. No clouds, but a ghastly much-enduring man had to come at last; and he glare all over the sky. No rebellious waves, but a had come to it, and was getting back his peace of sea hissing and foaming under its master's lash. mind, though not his late complacency, and about The river ran roaring and foaming by, and made to seek repose in sleep, when suddenly a clap of the boat heave even in its little creek. The wind, wind came down like thunder, and thrashed the though it could no longer shake them, went screamisland and everything in it.

ing terribly close over their heads, – no longer like Everything animate and inanimate seemed to cry air in motion, but, solid and keen, it seemed the out as the blow passed.

Almighty's scythe mowing down Nature ; and soon Anoth er soon followed, and another, – intermit- it became, like turbid water, blackened with the tent gusts at present, but of such severity that not leaves, branches, and fragments of all kinds it one came without making its mark.

whirled along with it. The trees fell crashing on Birds were driven away like paper; the sea-lions all sides, and the remains passed over their heads whimpered, and crouched into corners, and hud- into the sea. dled together, and held each other, whining.

Helen behaved admirably. Speech was impossiHazel saw but one thing; the frail edifice be bad ble, but sbe thanked him without it, - eloquently; built for the creature he adored. He looked out sbe nestled her little hand into Hazel's, and, to Haof his boat, and fixed his horror-stricken eyes on zel that night, with all its awful sights and sounds, it; he saw it waving to and fro, yet still firm. But was a blissful one. She had been in danger, but he could not stay there. If not in danger she must now was safe by his side. She had pressed his hand be terrified. He must go and support her. He to thank him, and now she was cowering a little, left his shelter, and ran towards her hut. With a towards him in a way that claimed him as her prowhoop and a scream another blast tore through the tector. Her glorious hair blew over him and seemed wood, and caught him. He fell, dug his hands into to net him: and now and then, as they heard some the soil, and clutched the earth. While he was in crash nearer and more awful than another, she that position, he heard a sharp crack; he looked clutched him quickly though lightly; for, in danger, up in dismay, and saw that one of Helen's trees had her sex love to feel a friend; it is not enough to see broken like a carrot, and the head was on the him near: and once, when a great dusky form of a ground leaping about; while a succession of horri- sea-lion came crawling over the mound, and whimble sounds of crashing, and rending, and tearing, pering, peeped into the boat-house, she even fled to showed the frail hut was giving way on every side; | his shoulder with both hands for a moment, and was racked and riven, and torn to pieces. Hazel, there, light as a feather, till the creature had passed though a stout man, uttered cries of terror death on. And his soul was full of peace, and a great would never have drawn from him ; and, with a | tranquillity overcame it. He heard nothing of the desperate headlong rush, he got to the place where wrack, knew nothing of the danger. the bower had been; but now it was a prostrate O mighty Love! The tempest might blow, and skeleton, with the mat roof flapping like a loose sail fill the air and earth with ruin, so that it spared her. above it, and Helen below.

The wind was kind, and gentle the night, which As he reached the hut, the wind got hold of the brought that hair round his face, and that head so last of the four shrubs, that did duty for a door, near his shoulder, and gave him the holy joy of and tore it from the cord that held it, and whirled protecting under his wing the soft creature he it into the air ; it went past Hazel's face like a bird | adored. flying.

(To be continued.] Though staggered himself by the same blow of wind, he clutched the tree and got into the hut.

DE FOE'S NOVELS. He found her directly. She was kneeling beneath the mat that a few minutes ago had been . ACCORDING to the high authority of Charles her roof. He extricated her in a moment, uttering Lamb, it has sometimes happened "that from no inarticulate cries of pity and fear.

inferior merit in the rest, but from some superior " Don't be frightened," said she. “I am not good fortune in the choice of a subject, nome single hurt."

work” (of a particular author's) shall have been But he felt her quiver from head to foot. He suffered to eclipse, and cast into the shade, the dewrapped her in all her rugs, and, thinking of noth- serts of its less fortunate brethren." And after ing but her safety, lifted her in his strong arms to quoting the case of Bunyan's " Iloly War" as comtake her to his own place, which was safe from wind pared with the “Pilgrim's Progress," he ads that, at least.

“ in no instance has this excluding partiality been But this was no light work. To go there erect exerted with more unfairness than against what was impossible.

may be termed the secondary novels or romanpes Holding tight by the tree, he got her to the lee of De Foe.” He proceeds to declare that there are of the tent and waited for a lull. He went rapidly at least four other fictitious narratives by the sume down the hill, but ere he reached the river, a gust writer, — “Roxana," " Singleton," * Moll Flanders," came careering over the sea. A sturdy young tree and · Colonel Jack," - which po**an interest was near him. He placed her against it, and not inferior to " Robinson Crusok, - wept what wound his arms round her and its trunk. The blast results from a less felicitous choice of situation." came the tree bent down almost to the ground, Granting most unreservedly that the same band is then whirled round, recovered, shivered: but he perceptible in the minor novel as in " Robinson held firmly. It passed. Again lie lifted her, and Crusoe,” and that they bear at every page the most bore her to the boat-hote he vent, the wind unequivocal symptoms of De Foe's workmanship, almost choled her, and Tier ung lair lashed his we venture to doubt the partiality" and the “unface like a white Bur b er in, and theni sat fairness” of preferring to them their more popular

rival. The instinctive judgment of the world is not have succeeded in passing themselves off for reci really biased by anything except the intrinsic pow- table narratives. A more curious case is that of this er exerted by a book over its sympathies; and as in “ Memoirs of Captain Carleton," which Dr. Jolathe long run it has honored “ Robinson Crusoe,” in son accepted as genuine, but which has always spite of the critice, and has comparatively neglected passed for De Foe's. Lord Stanhope, however, in " Roxana" and the companion stories, there is proba note to his “ War of the Succession in Spain," de ably some good cause for the distinction. The ap- clares his belief in its authenticity, principally, i parent injustice to books resembles what we often seems, on the ground of a discovery that a Captain see in the raise of men. A B becomes Lord Chan-Carleton was really taken prisoner, as is related in cellor, whilst ( D remains for years a briefless the memoirs, at the siege of Denia, in Spain. Its barrister; and yet, for the life of us, we cannot tell still, however, possible, as the internal evidence but that O D is the abler man of the two. Perhaps would seem to suggest, that De Foe made use of the he way wanting in some one of the less conspicuous real Captain Carleton's papers as a foundation, or elements that are essential to a successful career;- even as the substance of his narrative. In any he said, " (pen, wheat !" instead of “ Open, ses- case, it is as characteristic that a genuine narrative amel" and the barriers remained unaffected by his should be attributed to De Foe, as that De Foes magic. The ordinary metaphor about the round narrative should be taken as genuine. We mar pegs and the square holes requires to be supple- add an odd testimony to De Foe's powers as a liar mented. For a second-rate success it is enough to (a word for which there is, unfortunately, no equivafix A round peg, with more or less accuracy, into a lent that does not imply some blame) of later oo round hole of about the right size; but for one of currence. Mr. M*Queen, quoted in Captain Barthose guccesses which make a man famous at a blow, ton's " Nile Basin," names * Captain Singleton" : yon have to find a queer-shaped peg to match some a genuine account of travels in Central Africa, and strangely polygonal hole to a nicety. If the least seriously mentions De Foe's imaginary pirate a *3 corner runs ont at a wrong angle the peg refuses to claimant for the honor of the discovery of the sources enter the hole, or, as we might rather say, the key of the White Nile.” refuses to enter the lock, and the gates of glory re- Some of the literary artifices to which De Fox main obstinately closed. Now it may be that the owed his power of producing this illusion are sufffelicitous choice of situation to which Lamb refers ciently plain. Of all the fictions which he sacgave just the turn which fitted the key to the lock; ceeded in palming off for truths, none is more is and it is little use to plead that Roxana," "Colonel structive than that admirable gbost, Mrs. Veal E Jack," and others might have done the same trick is, as it were, a hand-specimen, in which we may if only they had received a little filing, or some study his modus aperandi on a convenient scale. slight change in shape; a shoemaker might as well Like the sonnets of some great poets, it contains in Argue that if you had only one toe less his shoes a few lines all the essential peculiarities of his art wouldn't pinch you.

and an admirable commentary has been appended To leave the unsatisfactory ground of metaphor, to it by Sir Walter Scott. The first device which we may find out, on examination, that De Foe had strikes us is his ingenious plan for manufacturing dissovered in Robinson Crusoe precisely the field corroborative evidence. The ghost appears to Mr. in which his talents conld be most effectually an Bargrave. The story of the apparition is toll by plied, and that a very slight alteration in the suba - very sober and understanding gentlewoman, Gert-matter might change the merit of his work to who lives within a few doon of Ms Bargrare: & sportionate extent. The more special the and the character of this sober gentlewoonan is sup diacynorasy upon which a man's literary success is ported by the testimony of a justice of peace at founded, the greater, of course, the probability that Maidstone, * a very intelhgent person." This elab & small change will disoncert him A man who orate chain of evidence is intended to divert of van onts perform on the dram will have to wait for attention from the obvious circumstance that the certain combinations of other instruments before his whole story rests upon the authority of the anonsSerial talent can be turned to acount Now, the mous person who tells us of the sober gertleFun. talent in which he Fae sarnas all other writers , who supports Mrs. Bargrave, and is confirmed by just one of three paralist güts which must wait to the intelligent justies Sample as the articles Awrable chant When gentleman in a fuirs neats, it è one which is constantly used in super

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in so apt and proper terms, unless he had really fore her death, his sister had declared that she had travelled over the ground he describes," which, in- nothing to dispose of. This statement, however, deed, is quite true, but by no means proves that the may be reconciled with the ghost's remarks about journey was made by a fugitive from that particu- the £10, because she obviously mentioned such a lar battle. He separates himself more ostentatious- trifle merely by way of a token of the reality of her ly from the supposititious author by praising his ad appearance. Mr. Veal, indeed, makes rather a mirable manner of relating the memoirs, and the better point by stating that a certain purse of gold “ wonderful variety of incidents with which they mentioned by the ghost was found, not in the cabare beautified "; and, with admirable impudence, inet where she told Mrs. Bargrave that she had assures us that they are written in so soldierly a placed it, but in a comb-box. Yet, again, Mr. style, that it “ seems impossible any but the very Veal's statement is here rather suspicious, for it is person who was present in every action here re- known that Mrs. Veal was very particular about lated was the relater of them." In the preface to her cabinet, and would not have let her gold out of “ Roxana,” he acts, with equal spirit, the character it. We are left in some doubts by this conflict of of an impartial person, giving us the evidence on evidence, although the obvious desire of Mr. Veal which he is himself convinced of the truth of the to throw discredit on the story of his sister's appearstory, as though he would, of all things, refrain from ance rather inclines' us to believe in Mrs. Bargrave's pushing us unfairly for our belief. The writer, he story, who could have had no conceivable motive says, took the story from the lady's own mouth; for inventing such a fiction. The argument is he was, of course, obliged to disguise names and finally clenched by a decisive coincidence. The places ; but was himself “ particularly acquainted ghost wears a silk dress. In the course of a long with this lady's first husband, the brewer, and with conversation, she incidentally mentioned to Mrs. his father, and also with his bad circumstances, and Bargrave that this was a scoured silk, newly made knows that first part of the story.” The rest we up. When Mrs. Bargrave reported this remarkable must, of course, take upon the lady's own evidence, circumstance to a certain Mrs. Wilson, “ You have but less unwillingly as the first is thus corroborated. certainly seen her,” exclaimed that lady, " for none We cannot venture to suggest to so calm a witness knew but Mrs. Veal and myself that the gown had that he has invented both the lady and the writer been scoured.” To this crushing piece of evidence, of her history; and, in short, that when he says it seems that neither Mr. Veal nor the notorious that A says that B says something, it is, after all, liar could invent any sufficient reply. merely the anonymous “ he ” who is speaking. In One can almost fancy De Foe chuckling as he giving us his authority for “Moll Flanders,” he ven- concocted the refinements of this most marvellous tures upon the more refined art of throwing a little narrative. The whole artifice, so far as we have discredit upon the narrator's veracity. She pro- traced it hitherto, is, indeed, of a simple kind. fesses to have abandoned her evil ways, but, as he Lord Sunderland, according to Macaulay, once intells us with a kind of aside, and as it were caution-geniously defended himself against a charge of ing us against over-incredulity, “it seems” (a treachery, by asking whether it was possible that phrase itself suggesting the impartial looker-on) any man should be so base as to do that which he that in her old age “ she was not so extraordinary a was, in fact, in the constant habit of doing. De penitent as she was at first; it seems only” (for, Foe asks us in substance, Is it conceivable that any after all, you must n't make too much of my insinu- man should tell stories so elaborate, so complex, ations) " that, indeed, she always spoke with abhor- with so many unnecessary details, with so many rence of her former life." So we are left in a qual- inclinations of evidence this way and that, unless ified state of confidence, as if we had been talking the stories were true? We instinctively answer, about one of his patients with the wary director of that it is, in fact, inconceivable; and, even apart a reformatory.

from any such refinements as we have noticed, the This last touch, which is one of De Foe's favorite circumstantiality of the stories, is quite sufficient to expedients, is most fully exemplified in the story of catch an unwary critic. It is, indeed, perfectly " Mrs. Veal.” The author affects to take us into easy to tell a story which shall be mistaken for a bis confidence, to make us privy to the pros and bona fide narrative, if only we are indifferent to cons in regard to the veracity of his own characters, such considerations as making it interesting or artill we are quite disarmed. The sober gentlewoman tistically satisfactory. We may pledge our words vouches for Mrs. Bargrave; but Mrs. Bargrave is that the following narrative is false from beginning by no means allowed to have it all her own way. to end ; and yet, if any of our readers read it in a One of the ghost's communications related to the newspaper, or heard it told viva voce, they would disposal of a certain sum of £10 a year, of which probably receive it without hesitation : “ On the Mrs. Bargrave, according to her own account, could 8th of January last we were walking down the have known nothing, except by this supernatural Strand. Just before us was an old woman, in a intervention, Mrs. Veal's friends, however, tried red shawl, and with a large umbrella. We had not to throw doubt upon the story of her appearance, time to remark the other details of her dress. Just considering that it was in some way disreputable as she stepped upon the crossing where Craven for a decent woman to go abroad after her death. Street joins the Strand, a bansom cab driven by a One of them, therefore, declared that Mrs. Bar-man with large black whiskers, whose number begrave was a liar, and that she had, in fact, known gan with the figures 118, came up Craven Street of the £ 10 beforehand. On the other hand, the at a rate of eight miles an hour, and not observing person who thus attacked Mrs. Bargrave had him- the old woman, -" but it is unnecessary to conself the “ reputation of a notorious liar.” Mr. Veal, tinue the narrative. It is a curious and interesting the ghost's brother, was too much of a gentleman to experiment, from which, on moral grounds, we make such gross imputations. He confined himself must, of course, dissuade our readers, to try what to the more moderate assertion that Mrs. Bargrave may be called the force of conviction which belongs had been crazed by a bad husband. He maintained to bare assertion. Tell a large company that the that the story must be a mistake, because, just be- Emperor Napoleon has landed with 100,000 men party understands a word of the other's language, 1 latter part of “ Colonel Jack," where the details of the confession will not be to much purpose. It is management of a plantation in Virginia are sufno compliment to my moderation," says Singleton, ciently uninteresting, in spite of minute financial " to say, I was convinced by those reasons; and yet details about figures. One device, which he oxawe had all much ado to keep our second lieutenant sionally employs with great force, suggests an 08 from murdering some of them to make them tell.” sional source of interest. It is generally reckoned

Now this humane pirate takes up pretty much as one of his most skilful tricks that in telling i the position which De Foe's villains generally occu- story he cunningly leaves a few stray ends, which py in good earnest. They do very objectionable are never taken up. Such is the well-known indthings; but they always speak like steady, respecta- dent of Xury, in “ Robinson Crusoe." This conble Englishmen, with an eye to the main chance. trivance undoubtedly gives an appearance of authenIt is true that there is nothing more difficult than to ticity, by increasing the resemblance to real narramake a villain tell his own story naturally; in a tives; it is like the trick of artificially roughening a way, that is, so as to show at once the badness of stone after it has been fixed into a building to give the motive and the excuse by which the actor rec-it the appearance of being fresh from the quarry, onciles it to his own mind. By far the finest exam- De Foe, however, frequently extracts a more valuple we can recollect, is in that wonderful novel ble piece of service from these loose ends; thes i Barry Lyndon,” which, in its extraordinary directo enable him to employ the element of mystery, in ness and power of realization, very much reminds which he is otherwise too deficient. Perhaps the us of De Foe's writing. In dramatic force, however, most forcible situation in De Foe is that which it is infinitely superior. Thackeray enables us to occurs at the original conclusion of " Roxana," and realize the singular moral confusion of his odious which was subsequently damaged by an inferia hero. De Foe is entirely deficient in this capacity addition, apparently by another band. Roxas, hof appreciating a character different from his own. after a life of wickedness, is at last married to 3 His actors are merely so many repetitions of himself | substantial merchant. She has saved, from the placed under different circumstances, and commit- wages of sin, the convenient sum of £ 2,056 a year, ting crimes in the way of business as De Foe might secured upon excellent mortgages. Her husband himself have carried out a commercial transaction. has £ 17,000 in cash, after deducting a "black article From the outside they are perfect; they are evi- of 8,000 pistoles," due on account of a certain lap dently copied from the life ; and Captain Singleton suit in Paris, and £1,320 a year in rent. There is s is himself a repetition of the celebrated Captain satisfaction about these definite sums which we Kidd, who indeed is mentioned in the novel. " But seldom receive from the vague assertions of modern of the state of mind which leads a man to be a pi- novelists. Unluckily, a girl turns up at this moment rate, and of the effects which it produces upon his who shows great curiosity about Roxana's history, morals, De Foe has either no notion, or is, at least, It soon becomes evident that she is, in fact, Roxana's totally incapable of giving us a representation. All daughter by a former and long since deserted huswhich goes by the name psychological analysis ir band; but she cannot be acknowledged without a modern fiction is totally alien to his art. He could, revelation of her mother's subsequently most disrep? as we have said, show such dramatic power as may table conduct. Now Roxana has a devoted mard, be implied in transporting himself to a different who threatens to get rid, by fair means or foul, of position, and looking at matters even from his ad- this importunate daughter. Once she fails in ber versary's point of view; but of the further power of design, but confesses to her mistress that, if necesappreciating his adversary's character, he shows not sary, she will commit the murder. Roxana profess the slightest trace.

es to be terribly shocked, but yet has a desire to be In short, to use another of the technical terms of relieved at almost any price from her tormentor modern criticism, his stories are entirely objective. The maid thereupon disappears again; soon after He looks at his actors from the outside, and gives us wards the daughter disappears too, and Roxans B with wonderful minuteness all the details of their left in terrible doubt, tormented by the opposing anr. lives; but he never seems to remember that within ieties that her maid may have murdered her daughter, the mechanism whose working he describes there is or that her daughter may have escaped and revealed a soul very different from that of Daniel De Foe. the mother's true character. Here is a telling situsRather, he seems to see in mankind nothing but so tion for a sensation novelist; and the minutene many million Daniel De Foes, in all sorts of pos- with which the story is worked out, whilst we are tures, and thrown into every variety of difficulty, kept in suspense, deserves far more praise than most but the stuff of which they are composed is identi- sensation novelists can claim; to say nothing of! cal with that which he buttons into his own coat; increased effect due to apparent veracity, in lucu there is variety of form, but no coloring, in his pic- certainly few sensation novelists can even ven tures of life. We may ask again, therefore, what is a distant competition. The end of the story dit the peculiar source of De Foe's power? He has still more widely from modern art. Roxana ha little or no dramatic power, in the higher sense of go abroad with her husband, still in a state of do the word, which implies sympathy with many cbar- Her maid after a time joins her, but gives no i acters and varying tones of mind. If he had writ-mation as to the fate of the daughter; and the stor? ten " Henry IV.," Falstaff, and Hotspur, and Prince concludes by a simple statement that Roxana alter Hal would all have been as like each other as are wards fell into well-deserved misery. There generally the first or second murderer. Nor is the something more impressive, as well as more natur mere fact that he tells a story with a strange ap- about the mystery in which the crime is left, than pearance of veracity sufficient; for, as we flatter the most effective solution that could have ourselves that we have sufficiently shown in the little contrived ; and we devoutly hold that the addition anecdote which we ventured to extemporize, a story in which the story is feebly cleared up, is a mis may be truth-like and yet deadly dull. Indeed, no ble forgery. candid critic can deny that this is the case with Another instance on a smaller scale of the some of De Foe's narratives ; as, for example, the tive employment of judicious silence, is an incruci