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is restored between us. Our eighteen bright eyes shine on you and cheer hundred peace commissioners have no you. Her innocent sweet smile is a occasion to open their mouths; and caress to you. She never fails to the little question of confiscation is soothe you with her speechless prattle. postponed. Messrs. Battery, Broad- You love her. She is alive with you. way, and Co., of New York, have the As you extinguish your candle and kindness to sell my Saginaws for what turn to sleep, though your eyes see they will fetch. I shall lose half my her not, is she not there still smiling? loaf very likely; but for the sake of a As you lie in the night awake, and quiet life, let us give up a certain quan- thinking of your duties, and the mortity of farinaceous food; and half a row's inevitable toil oppressing the hoar, you know, is better than no busy, weary, wakeful brain as with a bread at all.
remorse, the crackling fire flashes up for a moment in the grate, and she is there, your little Beauteous Maiden,
smiling with her sweet eyes! When THE NOTCH ON THE AXE. moon is down, when fire is out, when - A STORY À LA MODE. curtains are drawn, when lids are
closed, is she not there, the little
Beautiful One, though invisible, “EVERY one remembers in the present and smiling still? Friend Fourth Book of the immortal poem the Unseen Ones are round about us of your Blind Bard (to whose sight- Does it not seem as if the time were less orbs no doubt Glorious Shapes drawing near when it shall be given were apparent, and Visions Celestial) to men to behold them?” how Adam discourses to Eve of the The print of which my friend spoke Bright Visitors who hovered round and which, indeed, hangs in my room their Eden
though he has never been there, is Millions of spiritual creatures walk the that charming little winter piece of earth;
Sir Joshua, representing the little Unseen, both when we wake and when Lady Caroline Montague, afterward we sleep.'
Duchess of Buccleuch. She is repre. “How often,' says Father Adam, sented as standing in the midst of : ' from the steep of echoing hill or winter landscape, wrapped in muff thicket, have we heard celestial voices and cloak; and she looks out of her to the midnight air, sole, or respon- picture with a smile so exquisite that sive to each other's notes, singing!' a Herod could not see her withou: After the Act of Disobedience, when being charmed. the erring pair from Eden took their "I beg your pardon, Mr. Pinto, solitary way, and went forth to toil I said to the person with whom 1 and trouble on
common earth - was conversing. (I wonder, by the though the Glorious Ones no longer way, that I was not surprised at his were visible, you cannot say they knowing how fond I am of this print.) were gone. It was not that the "You spoke of the Knight of PlympBright Ones were absent, but that ton. Sir Joshua died, 1792: and you the dim eyes of rebel man no longer say he was your dear friend?” could see them. In your chamber As I spoke I chanced to look at hangs a picture of one whom you Mr. Pinto; and then it suddenly never knew, but whom you have long struck me : Gracious powers! Perheld in tenderest regard, and who haps you are a hundred years old, was painted for you by a friend of now I think of it. You look more mine, the Knight of Plympton. She than a hundred. Yes, you may be a communes with you. She smiles on thousand years old for what I know. you. When your spirits are low, her | Your teeth are false. One eye is
evidently false. Can I say that the | (and I was in the fourth mourning other is not? If a man's age may be coach at his funeral) is that any calculated by the rings round his reason why he should not come back eyes, this man may be as old as to earth again ? My good sir, you Methusaleh. He has no beard. He are laughing at me. He has sat
a large curly glossy brown many a time on that very chair which wig, and his eyebrows are painted a you are occupying. There are sevedeep olive-green. It was odd to hear ral spirits in the room now, whom this man, this walking mummy, talk- you cannot see. Excuse me. Here ing sentiment, in these queer old he turned round as if he was addresschambers in Shepherd's Inn. ing somebody, and began rapidly
Pinto passed a yellow bandanna speaking a language unknown to me. handkerchief over his awful white “It is Arabic, he said; "a bad teeth, and kept his glass eye steadily patois I own. I learned it in Barbary, fixed on me. * Sir Joshua's friend? when I was a prisoner amongst the said he (you perceive, eluding my Moors. In anno 1609, bin ick aldus direct question). "Is not every one ghekledt gheghaen. Ha! you doubt that knows his pictures Reynolds's me: look at me well. At least I am friend? Suppose I tell you that I like have been in his painting room scores Perhaps some of my readers reof times, and that his sister Thé has member a paper of which the figure made me tea, and his sister Toffy has of a man carrying a barrel formed the made coffee for me? You will initial letter, and which I copied from only say I am an old ombog." an old spoon now in my possession. (Mr. Pinto, I remarked, spoke all As I looked at Mr. Pinto Ido declare languages with an accent equally he looked so like the figure on that foreign.) “Suppose I tell you that old piece of plate that I started and I knew Mr. Sam Johnson, and did felt very uneasy.
“ Ha!” said he, not like him ? that I was at that very laughing through his false teeth (I ball at Madame Cornelis's, which you declare they were false - I could see have mentioned in one of your little utterly toothless gums working up
what do you call them? bah! and down behind the pink coral), my memory begins to fail me you see I wore a beard den ; I am one of your little Whirligig Papers ? shafed now; perhaps you tink I am Suppose I tell you that Sir Joshua a spoon. Ha, ha! And as he has been here, in this very room ? laughed he gave a cough which I
“Have you, then, had these apart- thought would have coughed his ments for
seventy teeth out, his glass eye out, his wig years?” I asked.
off, his very head off; but he stopped “ They look as if they had not been this convulsion by stumping across swept for that time - don't they? the room and seizing a little bottle Hey? I did not say that I had them of bright pink medicine, which, being for seventy years, but that Sir Joshua opened, spread a singular acrid arohas visited me here."
matic odor through the apartment; “When?” I asked, eying, the and I thought I saw but of this man sternly, for I began to think he I cannot take an affirmation was an impostor.
light green and violet flame flickering He answered me with a glance still round the neck of the phial as he more stern : “Sir Joshua Reynolds opened it. By the way, from the was here this very morning, with peculiar stumping noise which he Angelica Kaufmann and Mr. Oliver made in crossing the bare-boarded Goldschmidt. He is still very much apartment, I knew at once that my attached to Angelica, who still does strange entertainer had a wooden not care for him. Because he is dead | leg. Over the dust which lay quite
thick on the boards, you could see he shook his hand once, twice, thrice, the mark of one foot very neat and at me, and glared at me out of his eye pretty, and then a round (), which was in a peculiar way. naturally the impression made by the of what happened now I protest I wooden stump. I own I had a queer cannot give an accurate account. It thrill as I saw the mark, and felt a seemed to me that there shot a flame comfort that it was not cloven. from his eye into my brain, whilst
In this desolate apartment in which behind his glass eye there was a green Mr. Pinto had invited me to see him, illumination as if a candle had been there were three chairs, one bottom lit in it. It seemed to me that from less, a little table on which you might his long fingers two quivering flames put a breakfast-tray, and not a single issued, sputtering, as it were, which other article of furniture. In the penetrated me, and forced me back next room, the door of which was into one of the chairs - the broken open, I could see a magnificent gilt one - out of which I had much diffidressing-case, with some splendid dia- culty in scrambling, when the strange mond and ruby shirt-studs lying by glamor was ended. It seemed to me it, and a chest of drawers, and a that, when I was so fixed, so transcupboard apparently full of clothes. fixed in the broken chair, the man
Remembering him in Baden Baden floated up to the ceiling, crossed his in great magnificence, I wondered at legs, folded his arms as if he was lyhis present denuded state. You ing on a sofa, and grinned down at have a house elsewhere, Mr. Pinto ?” me. When I came to myself, he was I said.
down from the ceiling, and, taking me “Many,” says he. “I have apart- out of the broken cane-bottomed ments in many cities. I lock dem chair, kindly enough –“Bah!” said up, and do not carry mosh logish.” he, “it is the smell of my medicine.
I then remembered that his apart. It often gives the vertigo. I thought ment at Baden, where I first met you would have had a little fit. Come him, was bare, and had no bed in into the open air.”. And we went it.
down the steps, and into Shepherd's “ There is, then, a sleeping-room Inn, where the setting sun was just beyond ?”
shining on the statue of Shepherd; * This is the sleeping-room.". (He the laundresses where trapesing about; pronounces it dis. Can this, by the the porters were leaning against the way, give any clew to the nationality railings; and the clerks were playing of this singular man ?)
at marbles, to my inexpressible con“If you sleep on these two old solation. chairs you have a rickety couch; if “Yon said you were going to dine on the floor, a dusty one.”
at the Gray's-inn Coffee-house,' Suppose I sleep up dere ? ” said he said. I was. I often dine there. this strange man, and he actually There is excellent wine at the pointed up to the ceiling. I thought “Gray's-inn Coffee-house;" but I him mad, or what he himself called declare I NEVER SAID SO. I was not "an ombog.” “I know. You do astonished at his remark; no more not believe me; for why should I astonished than if I was in a dream. deceive you? I came but to propose Perhaps I was in a dream. Is life a a matter of business to you. I told dream? Are dreams facts ? Is sleepyou I could give you the clew to the ing being really awake? I don't mystery of the Two Children in Black, know. I tell you I am puzzled. I whom you met at Baden, and you have read “ The Woman in White," If I told you, you
The Strange Story” — not to menwould not believe me. What for try tion that story “Stranger than Ficand convinz you? Ha hey?” And / tion” in “The Cornhill Magazine”.
came to see me.
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that story for which THREE credible crispé for a moment. Then he looked witnesses are ready to vouch. I have steadily towards one of those great had messages from the dead; and not porcelain stools which you see in only from the dead, but from people gardens - and - it seemed to me — who never existed at all. I own II tell you I won't take my affidavit am in a state of much bewilderment; I may have been maddened by the but, if you please, will proceed with six glasses I took of that pink elixir my simple, my artless story. - I may have been sleep-walking :
Well, then. We passed from Shep- perhaps am as I write now - I may herd's Inn into Holborn, and looked have been under the influence of that for a while at Woodgate's bric-à-brac astounding MEDIUM into whose shop, which I never can pass without hands I had fallen — but I vow I delaying at the windows - indeed, if heard Pinto say, with rather a ghastI were going to be hung, I would beg ly grin at the porcelain stool, the cart to stop, and let me have one look more at that delightful omnium
"Nay, nefer shague your gory locks at gatherum. And passing Woodgate's, Dou canst not say I did it.” we come to Gale's little shop, “No. 47,” which is also a favorite haunt of (He pronounced it, by the way, I dit mine.
it, by which I know that Pinto was a Mr. Gale happened to be at his German.) door, and as we exchanged saluta I heard Pinto say those very words, tions, “ Mr. Pinto," I said, “ will you and sitting on the porcelain stool, I like to see a real curiosity in this saw, dimly at first, then with an awcuriosity shop? Step into Mr. Gale's ful distinctness ghost - an eidolittle back room."
lon - a form In that little back parlor there are seated, with his head in his lap, which Chinese gongs; there are old Saxe wore an expression of piteous surand Sêvres plates; there is Fürsten- prise. berg, Carl Theodor, Worcester, At this minute, Mr. Gale entered Amstel, Nankin and other jim- from the front shop to show a customcrockery. And in the corner what er some delf plates ; and he did not do you think there is? There is an sec - but we did — the figure rise up actual GUILLOTINE. If you doubt from the porcelain stool, shake its me, go and see — Gale, High Hol- head, which it held in its hand, and born, No. 47. It is a slim instru- which kept its eyes fixed sadly on us, ment, much slighter than those which and disappear behind the guillotine. they make now ;
some nine feet “Come to the Gray's-inn Coffeehigh, narrow, a pretty piece of up- house,"” Pinto said, " and I will tell holstery enough. "There is the hook you how the notch came to the axe," over which the rope used to play and we walked down Holborn at which unloosened the dreadful 'axe about thirty-seven minutes past six above; and look! dropped into the o'clock. orifice where the head used to go - If there is any thing in the above there is THE AXE itself, all rusty, statement which astonishes the reader, with A
THE I promise him that in the next chap
ter of this little story he will be As Pinto looked at it - Mr. Gale astonished still more. was not in the room, I recollect ; happening to have been just called out by a customer who offered him three pound fourteen and sixpence for a “You will excuse me," I said to blue Shepherd in pâte tendre, Mr. my companion, "for remarking, that Pin:o gave a little start, and seemed when you addressed the individual
sitting on the porcelain stool, with “In black satin breeches and striphis head in his lap, your ordinarily be-ed stockings; a white piqué waistnevolent features - (this I confess coat, a gray coat, with large metal was a bouncer, for between ourselves a buttons, and his hair in powder. He more sinister and ill-looking rascal must have worn a pigtail — only”. than Mons. P. I have seldom set eyes “Only it was cut off! Ha, ha, on)-"your ordinarily handsome face ha!” Mr. Pinto cried, yelling a laugh, wore an expression that was by no which I observed made the policemen means pleasing. You grinned at the stare very much. " Yes. It was cut individual just as you did at me when off by the same blow which took off you went up to the cei-, pardon me the scoundrel's head — ho, ho, ho!” as I thought you did, when I fell down And he made a circle with his hookin a fit in your chambers ;” and I qual- nailed finger round his own yellow ified my words in a great flutter and neck, and grinned with a horrible tritremble; I did not care to offend the umph. “I promise you that fellow man - I did not dare to offend the was surprised when he found his head
I thought once or twice of in the pannier. Ha! ha! Do you jumping into a cab, and flying; of ever cease to hate those whom you taking refuge in Day and Martin's hate?” — fire flashed terrifically from Blacking Warehouse ; of speaking his glass eye, as he spoke - or to to a policeman, but not one would love dose whom you once loved. Oh,
I was this man's slave. I fol- never, never!” And here his natulowed him like his dog. I could not ral eye was bedewed with tears. But get away from him. So, you see, I here we are at the 'Gray's-inn Cofwent on meanly conversing with him, fee-house.' James, what is the and affecting a simpering confidence. joint?" I remember when I was a little boy at That very respectful and efficient school, going up fawning and smiling waiter brought in the bill of fare, and in this way to some great hulking 1, for my part, chose boiled leg of bully of a sixth-form boy. So I said pork and pease-pudding, which my in å word, “Your ordinarily hand- acquaintance said would do as well as some face wore a disagreeable expres- any thing else; though I remarked he sion,” &c.
only trifled with the pease-pudding, It is ordinarily very handsome,” and left all the pork on the plate. In said he, with such a leer at a couple fact, he scarcely ate any thing. But of passers-by that one of them cried, he drank a prodigious quantity of “Oh, crikey, here's a precious guy! wine; and I must say that my friend and a child in its nurse's arms, scream- Mr. Hart's port-wine is so good that ed itself into convulsions. “Oh, oui, I myself took — well, I should think, che suis très-choli garçon, bien peau, I took three glasses. Yes, three, cercerdainement,” continued Mr. Pinto; tainly.. He-I mean Mr. P., - the “but you were right. That – that old rogue, was insatiable: for we had person was not very well pleased when to call for a second bottle in no time. he saw me. There was no love lost be- When that was gone, my companion tween us, as you say ; and the world wanted another. A little red mountnever knew a more worthless mis- ed up to his yellow cheeks as he drank creant. I hate him, voyez-vouz ? I the wine, and he winked at it in a hated him alife; I hate him. dead. I strange manner. “I remember," hate him man; I hate him ghost : and said he, musing,
“ when port-wine he know it, and tremble before me. was scarcely drunk in this country If I see him twenty tausend years though the Queen liked it, and so did hence - and why not?- I shall hate Harley; but Bolingbroke didn't him still. You remarked how he was he drank Florence and Champagne. dressed ?”
Dr. Swift put water to his wine.