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tell me all. It was as I had surmised. | lovely child a pang, I said to her Goby de Mouchy, my wretched, be calmly, Blanche de Béchamel, did sotted, miserable secretary, in his Goby de Mouchy tell you secret visits to the château of the old Mar- NUMBER THREE ? quis de Béchamel,

who was one of our “ She whispered a oui that was society, had seen Blanche. I suppose quite faint, faint and small. But her it was because she had been warned poor father fell in convulsions at her that he was worthless and poor, art- feet. ful, and a coward, she loved him. “She died suddenly that night. She wormed out of the besotted wretch Did I not tell you those I love come the secrets of our Order. "Did he tell to no good? When General Bonayou the NUMBER ONE ?' I asked. parte crossed the Saint Bernard, he “She said, 'Yes.'

saw in the convent an old monk with “ Did he,' I further inquired,' tell a white beard, wandering about the you the'

corridors, cheerful and rather stout, “Oh, don't ask me, don't ask but mad - mad as a March hare. me!' she said, writhing on the sofa, 'General,' I said to him, 'did you where she lay in the presence of the ever see that face before?' He had Marquis de Béchamel, her most un- not. He had not mingled much with happy father. Poor Béchamel

, poor the higher classes of our society beBéchamel ! How pale he looked as I fore the Revolution. I knew the spoke! 'Did he tell you.' I repeated poor old man well enough; he was with a dreadful calm, 'the NUMBER the last of a noble race, and I loved Two?' She said, Yes.'

his child." “ The poor old marquis rose up, “And did she die by?”. and clasping his hands, fell on his Man! did I say so? Do I whisknees before Count Cagl Bah! I per the secrets of the Vehmgericht? went by a different name then. Vat's I say she died that night; and hein a name? Dat vich ve call a Rosi- he, the heartless, the villain, the crucian by any other name vil smell betrayer, — you saw him seated in -as sveet. Monsieur,' he said, “I am yonder curiosity shop, by yonder old - I am rich. I have five hundred guillotine, with his scoundrelly head thousand livres of rentes in Picardy. in his lap. I have half as much in Artois. 'I You saw how slight that instruhave two hundred and eighty thou- ment was? It was one of the first sand on the Grand Livre. I am which Guillotin made, and which he promised by my Sovereign a dukedom showed to private friends in a hangar and his orders with a reversion to my in the Rue Picpus, where he lived. heir. I am a grandee of Spain of the The invention created some little First Class, and Duke of Volovento. conversation amongst scientific men Take my titles, my ready money, my at the time, though I remember a life, my honor, every thing I have in machine in Edinburgh of a very the world, but don't ask the THIRD similar construction, two hundred QUESTION,'

well, many, many years ago - and at “Godefroid de Bouillon, Comte a breakfast which Guillotin gave, he de Béchamel, Grandee of Spain and showed us the instrument, and much Prince of Volovento, in our Assem- talk arose amongst us as to whether bly what was the oath you swore?'" people suffered under it. The old man writhed as he remem “And now I must tell you what bered its terrific purport.

befell the traitor who had caused all “Though my heart was racked with this suffering. Did he know that the agony, and I would have died, ay, poor child's death was a SENTENCE ? cheerfully” (died, indeed, as if that He felt a cowardly satisfaction that were a penalty !) “to spare yonder / with her was gone the secret of his


treason. Then he began to doubt. I lie the ancient dead. And he came I had MEANS to penetrate all his to the wicket, which Brother Jerome thoughts, as well as to know his was opening just at the dawning. acts. Then he became a slave to a And the crowd was already waiting horrible fear. He fled in abject terror with their cans and bowls to receive to a convent. They still existed in the alms of the good brethren. Paris; and behind the walls of Jaco “And he passed through the crowd bins the wretch thought himself se- and went on his way, and the few

Poor fool! I had but to set people then abroad who marked him, one of my somnambulists to sleep. said, " Tiens ! How very odd he Her spirit went forth and spied the looks ! He looks like a man walking shuddering wretch in his cell. She in his sleep!' This was said by varidescribed the street, the gate, the ous persons : convent, the very dress which he “By milk-women, with their cans wore, and which you saw to-day. and carts, coming into the town.

“ And now this is what happened. “By roysterers who had been drinkIn his chamber in the Rue St. ing at the taverns of the Barrier, for Honoré, at Paris, sat a man alone it was Mid-Lent. -a man who has been maligned, a "By the sergeants of the watch, man who has been called a knave who eyed him sternly as he passed and charlatan, a man who has been near their halberds. persecuted even to the death, it is “But he passed on unmoved by said, in Roman Inquisitions, forsooth, the halberds, and elsewhere. Ha! ha! A man “Unmoved by the cries of the roywho has a mighty will.

sterers, “And looking towards the Jacobins “By the market-women coming convent (of which, from his chamber, with their milk and eggs. he could see the spires and trees), He walked through the Rue St. this man WILLED. And it was not Honoré, I say :yet dawn. And he willed ; and one “By the Rue Rambuteau, who was lying in his cell in the con “By the Rue St. Antoine, vent of Jacobins, awake and shudder * By the King's Château of the Basing with terror for a crime which he tile, had committed, fell asleep.

By the Faubourg St. Antoine. “But though he was asleep, his eyes “And he came to No. 29 in the were open.

Rue Picpus - a house which then “And after tossing and writhing, stood between a court and garden and clinging to the pallet, and say “ That is, there was a building of ing, 'No, I will not go,' he rose up one story, with a great coach-door. and donned his clothes

-a gray coat, “ Then there was a court, around a vest of white piqué, black satin which were stables, coach-houses, ofsmall-clothes, ribbed silk stockings, fices. and a white stock with a steel buckle; “ Then there was a house - a two and he arranged his hair, and he storied house, with a perron in front. tied his cue, all the while being in “Behind the house was a garden – that strange somnolence which walks, a garden of two hundred and fifty which moves, which FLIES sometimes, French feet in length. which sees, which is indifferent to “And as one hundred feet of France pain, which obeys. And he put on equal one hundred and six feet of his hat, and he went forth from his England, this garden, my friends, cell; and though the dawn was not equalled exactly two hundred and yet, he trod the corridors as seeing sixty-five feet of British measure. them. And he passed into the clois “In the centre of the garden was a ter, and then into the garden where fountain and a statue - or, to speak

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One A strange legend has got abroad was recumbent, – a man. Over him, that after the deed was done, the fig. sabre in hand, stood a woman. ure rose, took the head from the bas

“ The man was Olofernes. The ket, walked forth through the garden, woman was Judith. From the head, and by the screaming porters at the from the trunk, the water gushed. It gate, and went and laid itself down at was the taste of the doctor; was it the Morgue. But for this I will not not a droll of taste?

vouch. Only of this be sure. There At the end of the garden was the are more things in heaven and earth, doctor's cabinet of study. My faith, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your a singular cabinet, and singular pic- philosophy,' More and more the tures !

light peeps through the chinks. Soon, "Decapitation of Charles Premier amidst music ravishing, the curtain at Vitehall.

will rise, and the glorious scene be “Decapitation of Montrose at Ed- displayed. Adieu ! Remember me. imbourg

Ha! 'tis dawn,” Pinto said. And he Decapitation of Cinq Mars. was gone. When I tell you that he was a man I am ashamed to say that my first of taste, charming!

movement was to clutch the check “Through this garden, by these which he had left with me, and which statues, up these stairs, went the pale I was determined to present the very figure of him who, the porter said, moment the bank opened. I know the knew the way of the house. He did. importance of these things, and that Turning neither right nor left, he men change their mind sometimes. I seemed to walk through the statues, sprang through the streets to the the obstacles, the flower-beds, the great banking house of Manasseh in stairs, the door, the tables, the chairs. Duke Street. It seemed to me as

“In the corner of the room was if I actually flew as I walked. As the THAT INSTRUMENT which Guillotin clock struck ten I was at the counter had just invented and perfected. One and laid down my check. day he was to lay his own head under The gentleman who received it, his own axe. Peace be to his name! who was one of the Hebrew persuaWith him I deal not!

sion, as were the other two hundred “In a frame of mahogany, neatly clerks of the establishment, having worked, was a board with a half-cir- looked at the draft with terror in his cle in it, over which another board countenance, then looked at me, then fitted. Above was a heavy axe, called to himself two of his fellowwhich fell — you know how. It was clerks, and queer it was to see all their held up by a rope, and when this rope aquiline beaks over the paper. was untied, or cut, the steel fell.

Come, come?said I, “don't “To the story which I now have to keep me here all day. Hand me over relate you may give credence, or not, the money, short, if you please!" for as you will. The sleeping man went I was, you see, a little alarmed, and up to that instrument.

so determined to assume some extra He laid his head in it, asleep." bluster. Asleep!”

“Will you have the kindness to “He then took a little penknife step into the parlor to the partners ? out of the pocket of his white dimity the clerk said, and I followed him. waistcoat.

“What, again ? shrieked a bald“He cut the rope asleep.

headed, red-whiskered gentleman, “ The axe descended on the head of whom I knew to be Mr. Manasseh, the traitor and villain. The notch in “Mr. Salathiel, this' is too bad ! it was made by the steel buckle of his Leave me with this gentleman, S." stock, which was cut through. And the clerk disappeared.

you, do !

“Sir," he said, "I know how you now a thousand more! The 'ouse Came by this; the Count de Pinto can't stand it; it won't stand it, I say ! gave it you. It is too bad! I hon- What? Oh! mercy, mercy!”. or my parents; I honor their parents ; As he uttered these words, A I honor their bills ! But this one of HAND flattered over the table in the grandma's is too bad - it is upon my air! It was a female hand: that word, now. She've been dead these which I had seen the night before. five and thirty years. And this last four That female hand took a pen from months she has left her burial-place the green baize table, dipped it in a and took to drawing on our 'ouse! silver inkstand, and wrote on a quarIt's too bad, grandma ; it is too bad !” ter of a sheet of foolscap on the blotand he appealed to me, and tears act- ting-book, “ How about the diamond ually trickled down his nose. robbery? If you do not pay, I will

"Is it the Countess Sidonia's tell him where they are. check or not?” I asked haughtily. What diamonds? what robbery?

"But, I tell you, she's dead! It's what was this mystery? That will a shame!- it's a shame!- it is, never be ascertained, for the wretched grandmamma!” and he cried, and man's demeanor instantly changed. wiped his great nose in his yellow “ Certainly, sir; -oh, certainly,” he pocket-handkerchief. “Look year — said, forcing a grin. “How will you will you take pounds instead of guin- have the money, sir ? All right, Mr. eas? She's dead, I tell you ! It's no Abednego. This way out.” go! Take the pounds — one tausend “I hope I shall often see you again, pound !--- ten nice, neat, crisp hun- I said ; on which I own poor Manasseh dred-pound notes, and go away vid gave a dreadful grin, and shot back

into his parlor. “I will have my bond, sir, or noth I ran home, clutching the ten deing,” I said ; and I put on an attitude licious, crisp hundred pounds, and of resolution which I confess sur- the dear little fifty which made up the prised even myself.

account. I flew through the streets “ Wery vell,” he shrieked, with again. I got to my chambers. I many oaths, “then you shall have bolted the outer doors. I sank back noting - ha, ha, ha! — noting but a in my great chair, and slept. policeman! Mr. Abednego, call a My first thing on waking was to policeman ! Take that, you humbug feel for my money. Perdition ! and impostor!” and here with an Where was I? Ha!-- on the table abundance of frightful language, which before me was my grandmother's I dare not repeat, the wealthy banker snuff-box, and by its side one of those abused and defied me.

awful - those admirable — sensation Au bout du compte, what was I to novels, which I had been reading, do, if a banker did not choose to hon- and which are full of delicious wonor a check_drawn by his dead grand- der. mother? I began to wish I had my But that the guillotine is still to be snuff-box back. I began to think I seen at Mr. Gale's, No. 47, High was a fool for changing that little old- Holborn, I give you MY HONOR. I fashioned gold for this slip of strange suppose I was dreaming about it. I paper.

don't know. What is dreaming? Meanwhile the banker had passed What is life? Why shouldn't I sleep from his fit of anger to a paroxysm of on the ceiling ? - and am I sitting on despair. He seemed to be addressing it now, or on the floor? I am puzzled. some person invisible, but in the But enough. If the fashion for senroom: “Look here, ma'am, you've sation novels goes on, I tell you I really been coming it too strong. A will write one in fifty volumes. For hundred thousand in six months, and the present, DIXI. But between

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ourselves, this Pinto, who fought at friends the man has? He is always the Colosseum, who was nearly be asking us to meet those Pendennises, ing roasted by the Inquisition, and Newcoines, and so forth. Why does sang duets at Holyrood, I am rather he not introduce us to sorry to lose him after three little characters ? Why is he not thrilling bits of Roundabout Papers. Et like Twostars, learned and profound vous ?

like Threestars, exquisitely humorous and human like Fourstars? Why, finally, is he not somebody else?

My good people, it is not only imDE FINIBUS.

possible to please you all, but it is

absurd to try. The dish which one WHEN Swift was in love with man devours, another dislikes. Is Stella, and despatching her a letter the dinner of to-day not to your from London thrice a month by the taste ? Let us hope to-morrow's enIrish packet, you may remember how tertainment will be more agreeable. he would begin letter No. XXIII., . I resume my original subject. we will say, on the very day when What an odd, pleasant, humorous, XXII. had been sent away, stealing melancholy feeling it is to sit in the out of the coffee-house or the assem- study, alone and quiet, now all these bly so as to be able to prattle with people are gone who have been boardhis dear; “never letting go her kind ing and lodging with me for twenty hand, as it were," as some commenta- months! They have interrupted my tor or other has said in speaking of rest : they have plagued me the Dean and his amour. When Mr. sorts of minutes : they have thrust Johnson, walking to Dodsley's, and themselves upon me when I was ill, touching the posts in Pall Mall as he or wished to be idle, and I have walked, forgot to pat the head of one growled out a “Be hanged to you, of them, he went back and imposed can't you leave me alone now? his hands on it,-impelled I know Once or twice they have prevented not by what superstition. I have my going out to dinner. Many and this I hope not dangerous mania too. many a time they have prevented my. As soon as a piece of work is out of coming home, because I knew they hand, and before going to sleep, I were there waiting in the study, and like to begin another: it may be to a plague take them! and I have left write only half a dozen lines : but home and family, and gone to dine at that is something towards Number the Club, and told nobody where I the Next. The printer's boy has not went. They have bored me, those peoyet reached Green Arbor Court with ple. They have plagued me at all sorts the copy. Those people who were of uncomfortable hours. They have alive half an hour since, Pendennis, made such a disturbance in my mind Clive Newcome, and (what do you and house, that sometimes I have call him ? what was the name of the hardly known what was going on in last hero? I remember now !) Philip my family, and scarcely have heard Firmin, have hardly drunk their glass what my neighbor said to me. They of wine, and the mammas have only are gone at last; and you would exthis minute got the children's cloaks pect me to be at ease? Far from it. on, and have been bowed out of my I should almost be glad if Woolcomb premises -- and here I come back to would walk in and talk to me; or the study again : tamen usque recurro. Twysden reappear, take his place in How lonely, it looks now all these that chair opposite me, and begin one people are gone! My dear good of his tremendous stories. friends, some folks are utterly tired of Madmen, you know, see visions, you, and say, “What a poverty of hold conversations with, even draw

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