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terview with me, and settle the little matter date has the heart of the people, and we confidentially talked over. How to receive ought not too seriously to blame the working a deputation I knew not. I remembered man who holds up his hand on the nomireading of a great statesman receiving a de nation day one way, and votes on the morputation on his staircase; but the stairs of row the other. After the speeches on the Corcyra Villa are narrow and winding. Inomination day the blood begins to cool thought of the dining-room; but Mrs. Gum-down, and the poor elector thinks of his mer insisted that the drawing-room was the wife and children, and looks at the cupproper place, for if the deputation were gen- board, which he feels may soon be in need teel quality they would have a right to the of a replenishment that an imprudent vote best room, and if they were not quality they may make difficult to accomplish; and so it would feel it more. Was I to sit or stand? comes to pass that, for a time, bread and Reference was made to a book of etiquette butter is more powerful than conscience. bought by Janet, but there was not a word about deputations. Mrs. Gummer thought SOMETIMES TEARS are very beautiful things. it would be more consequential to sit. Janet For instance, when they come singly and at had read a novel by Lady De Fludze, called intervals, reminding one of the tolling of a "Julia Dashwood; or, the Duchess of Gol- minute bell. Their time of coming is geneconda," in which there is a grand account of rally evening-between twilight and dark. being presented at Court, which tells how the You must not ask for any explanation of Sovereign has to stand, and eats a bushel of these tears when you see them, even if native oysters, and drinks an imperial gallon they are in the eyes of your dearest friend. of double stout to put in the requisite You may answer them with a gentle kiss strength. Janet argued that what a mo- and a corresponding tear, but no more. narch did, I might do without loss of dignity. This kind of tears generally have reference

Mrs. Gummer thought that the deputation to some event that has long passed, and should be shown in first, and that I should left behind it a lasting and tender memory. keep them waiting a few minutes, just to let I should think that when the minstrel wrote them think that visitors did not flurry me, the song of “The Old Arm Chair,” some of and that I was otherwise engaged. The girls these rainbow drops fell on the manuscript. thought it would be more taking if I were in the drawing-room, reclining on

the couch,

GREAT TALKERS are never great thinkers, reading a book, and to start up suddenly, as though surprised at the visit. If I kept them full of words. It seems at times as if people

and this is why you so often find women so waiting they might think I was taking an early dinner, or doing some other horribly of their muscular fibres. Their manner and

talked merely to give vent to the exuberance vulgar thing. Then, were the deputation to words remind one very much of the blowing sit or stand? Finally, we agreed they were of soap bubbles through a pipe. Properly, to do as they liked, and that I was to follow

every word we speak ought to contain a their example.

thought, or some portion of one; but empty

words are better than those charged with TABLE TALK.

malice and slander.

when it is accompanied by talent and

IT IS SAID, by those who have seen the high character. The most perfect reader of worst of men and women, that there always human nature told us that “a tree was known is some spark of good left in the most fallen by its fruits,” and so is noble blood known ones; and this testimony teaches us that we by noble thoughts and noble actions. No should be ever on the look-out for the good doubt, lately, the enmity of Radicals against in our fellow-creatures rather than the bad, aristocracy has been much increased by the so that we may be able to fan this lingering spectacle of bankrupt peers; but it should spark into a strength and proportion that be remembered that two or three black shall consume the evil. sheep are to be found in almost every fold.

No WILD BEAST of the forest is so danTHE SHOW of hands at an election is gerous an animal as an uneducated man, nearly always decisive as to which candi- | and recent legislations have made some re


cognition of this truth. Once in England other sins, could become devils, having a there was such a dread of wolves, that a pre- distinct individuality, leaping within a man, mium was offered for the destruction of and tearing him, and crying out in him, as them; and it makes one think of the number we read of them doing in the old time. of children growing up as savage and cunning as these animals.

BEWARE OF LONG “engagements.” Even

a first love will lose much of its rosy colour THERE IS SOME hope for persons, how- in twelve months. It will hold out for three ever ignorant, when they are willing to learn; or even seven years; but it is then only fit but what hope can there be for those who for the spiritual world, and marriage seems think their position in the universe to be almost a weakness. that of permanent teachers, and draw out of their lap advice and authoritative opinions

THE PROFESSION of a soldier, as a distinct upon every subject under the sun? They and exclusive one, must cease to be, before remind one of the labels upon the boxes con- we can hope for any permanent peace. It taining “Parr's Life Pills and Dr. Rooke's you educate men to fight, you must provide “Cordial Balsam,” which declare them to them with an enemy. Sham fights and rebe a cure for every ill that flesh is heir to.

views are not a sufficient vent for the heat

of military blood; and, perhaps, are more of EVEN YOUR WIFE gets tired of you if you the nature of a stimulant than of a modehang about the house too long; but how rator. It is easy to understand how, under bright are her smiles of welcome after you the present military system, a soldier may have been absent three or four hours, espe

come to regard the peace of his country as cially if the time has been spent profitably! a personal deprivation and calamity. Your work has made you feel “home” again. The only sure refuge against morbid I HAVE KNOWN both headache and biliousfancies, hypochondria, foolish ideas about ness cured by an hour's companionship with the end of the world, and Calvinism, are head a cheerful, sympathetic friend; and it is and brain work of one kind or another; and probable that many of those wonderful cures the money which this work brings in is not of disease which we read of in the old time worth as much as the satisfied feelings, the were brought about by what we should call good conscience, and the quickened sense of the simplest causes and the simplest powers. life, which it also earns.

There are persons whose society always

makes me feel the weak places in my conI HAVE SEEN the figure of a cross worked stitution, and there are others from whom I in red wool upon white surplices, and I have rarely if ever part without feeling strengthened seen it hanging to a chain of jet on the both in body and mind. necks of silly young ladies-candidates for matrimony; but I have also seen the collector of taxes, for one is always received

IT IS MUCH better to be a postman than a cowardice and confusion of some of the collector of taxes, for one is always received wearers of these when a very little breath of first seems to go about with a quick, light

with smiles, and the other with frowns. The keen wind comes upon them. This emblem is made by some to cover up habitual sel-step; whilst the second moves heavily and fishness, and by others to display ridiculous slow, as if he had a murder on his conscience. and false sentiment.

There is something petrifying about continual frowns; but the postman never meets

with these. He is always welcomed at the I RECOLLECT SOME years ago being sur-door, though often the messenger of woe. prised to find, in one of Mr. Kingsley's sermons, that he believed in the possession READY-MONEY MORTIBOY.This Novel of devils”—not in a figurative, but a literal was commenced in No. 210, and can be obtained sense. It was because I had always been through all Booksellers, or by post, from the Office accustomed to associate "a horn and tail"

direct on receipt of stamps. with the outer shape of these evil beings;

Terms of Subscriprion for ONCE A WEEK, free by

post :-Weekly Numbers for Six Months, 5s. 5d.; but, getting rid of this vulgar error, I was Monthly Parts, 5s. 8d. enabled to perceive how perves and brain

The authors oj the articles in ONCE A WEEK resci ve fibre, inflamed by excessive drinking, or

to themselves the right of translation,



No. 221.

March 23, 1872.

Price 2d.

suit me.



If you aint got all the paints you want, come to me."

With this remark, Mr. Burls left Frank; CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST.

and, pulling off his coat, set to work himself in the front room, a short description of which I gave at the beginning of my last

chapter. T was not very

Left to himself, Frank looked about him. easy for Frank There was a good light, to the north; but to get the pic when he stood upright anywhere in the ture round the room, his head nearly touched the ceiling. turns of the nar- The prospect from his window was limited row iron stair-almost entirely to tiles and chimney pots. case, circular in Pasted to the walls were a number of form, which led prints of the most celebrated characters of from Mr. Burls's English history, which -as Frank rightly shop to the guessed—were used in the production of room above, the genuine antique portraits which were which he called founded upon them. Mr. Critchett had left the gallery. In a Queen Elizabeth, in a great starched ruff

thisroom, Frank and jewelled stomacher, in an unfinished saw that there were a number of pic- state on his easel. tures hanging round the walls, and on The furniture of his atélier was by no several tall screens. They were of a better means luxurious. It consisted of a caneclass than those in the shop. Mr. Burls led seated chair, with three orthodox legs, and the way through the gallery to a narrow an old mahl stick for a fourth. A high rush flight of stairs at the end. Mounting these, hassock, tied on this chair, led Frank to supwith the canvas on his shoulder, Frank found pose that his predecessor had been a short more rooms full of pictures, framed and un- man. There were, besides, three easels, a framed, in stacks that reached up to his fireplace with a black kettle on the hob, and

a chin.

several canvases some new, some oldOn the floor above, a number of men in the corners; and this was all. were employed in gilding and repairing Having made this short tour of inspecframes. Up one more flight of stairs, and tion, Frank settled down at once to his they were on the attic floor, apparently the work. sanctum of Mr. Critchett, the restorer—for He found it easy ;-little patches of paint in a little back room were his easels and gone here and there all over the portrait; palettes, and his battered tubes of paint, and he supplied these, carrying out, as well and several short and very black clay pipes. as he could interpret it, the design of the

“I find the materials,” said Mr. Burls. original painter. “I've paid for all the paints and brushes, so Mr. Burls was constantly walking in and I suppose they're mine."

out of the room, and looking over his shoul“Certainly,” said Frank.

der, and volunteering unnecessary pieces of “Now you can set to work on that Cuyp advice. as you've carried upstairs; and then I shall At four o'clock he left off "chafing" his see what you're up to, and whether you'll | pictures, and looked in at Frank, smearing



NO. 22 I.

his coarse hands with spirits, to get off the should not have got on if I'd done as many dirt with which they were ditched.

chaps do." “There,” said he, “I've done for to-day. Frank: “To be sure. I think I am toleI've chafed fifteen pictures: that's fifteen rably straightforward, too, Mr. Burls. I hope pound earned. I shall charge them a quid so, at least.” a-piece for doing 'em. I don't work for no- Burls: "I don't know nothing about you, thing, and I don't know anybody in the pic- do I?” ture trade that does."

Frank (reddening): "No." At six, he came up to Frank again, and Burls: “Well, I don't want to ask no queslooked at his work.

tions, my lad.” “That'll do, my lad—that'll do," and went The man's familiarity was disgusting. It away again.

was a fine lesson in self-command for Frank This cheered Frank, and he worked as to make himself stomach it. long as it was light, and walked home to his “You want work, and I'll give you some. lodgings at Islington a happy man.

You can work for me instead of old CritNext day he finished the job, and Mr. chett. I'm fair and straight with you. Some Burls passed judgment on his work. It chaps would want you to work six months was favourable to him; and he was duly in- for nothing." stalled in the place of Critchett, kicked out. Frank: “I could not do that."

Frank wrote and told his sister and mo- Burls, continuing: "I don't ask you. You ther, staying at Llan-y-Fyddloes, that he had shall have what Critchett had that's a got regular employment that suited him very shillin' an hour; and handsome pay, too, I well, and that his prospects were brightening call it. I like to pay my chaps well. Re

He did this to cheer them, and to some gular work, too. You may work eight hours extent he believed what he said.

a-day if you like, and then you'll take eight “If," he wrote to Kate, “I can only earn and forty shillin' a week, you know.” enough to keep myself, and send something Mr. Burls appealed to his shopman to every week to you, by the work I am at, and support his statement that Frank's predestill leave myself time for study and improve- cessor often “took eight and forty a-week.” ment, I am satisfied. Depend upon it, you The terms seemed fair; though the remushall see me in the catalogue at the Aca- neration for restoring, which required artistic demy before long, No. 00001, 'Interior of a skill

, seemed to Frank to bear no just proStudio,' by-" And here he drew a very portion to the money to be got by cleaningfair likeness of himself by way of signature for Mr. Burls earned fifteen pounds before to his letter. He was clever at these pen- dinner at that, Frank recollected. and-ink sketches.

However, he could hardly expect to get He had said nothing to Kate about the more than Critchett had received before amount of money he could earn at his new him; so he agreed to take a shilling an hour, work, nor had he told her what it was ex- and work regularly for Mr. Burls. actly. His reason for the first was that he Burls: "Done, then, and settled. We don't wrote his letter before he had settled terms want any character, do we, Jack? Pictures with Mr. Burls; for the second, because he aint easy things to carry out of the shop, knew his mother would become hysterical at are they?”

?" the bare idea of her son working for a liv- Frank (very angry): "Sir!" ing in any but the most gentlemanlike man- Burls: "No offence. Don't get angry. It ner, such as society permits. Now, for his was only a hint that we should not trouble part, Frank saw nothing degrading in any you for references to your last employment. honest labour, and was quite content to put Rec'lect what I said about those hands. up for a while with such humble occupation. You've been brought up a gentleman, I

“Hang it,” he said, “I'd rather do it than dare say, but you're right not to starve your sponge on somebody else.”

belly to feed your pride. Don't be angry But Kate guessed it was something ra- with me. I'm straight and fair, I am. You'll ther beneath his dignity to do, he was so re- find me that." served.

His arrangement with the picture dealer I have now explained how Frank came was in these terms:

to be in the top attic of Mr. Burls's house Burls: "I'm fair and straight, I am. I of business. He remained in his situation



about three months. While there, he learned partners a year. I bought his share, and a great deal. Mr. Burls took a fancy to him, here I am. I shall die worth a hundred thouand soon came to stand a little in awe of sand pounds, Shipley"-(this was Frank’s him-for he was educated and honest, and, name at Mr. Burls's)—"and this business in addition, plainly a gentleman. The dealer thrown in-mark my words.” was very ignorant, and, from any point of This was his story, and it was true. Like view but that of his own class of traders, all men who have risen from nothing, Mr. very dishonest—that is, he looked upon the Burls was inordinately pleased with himself. public, his customers, as fair game; and He attributed to his great ability what really would tell any lie, and any sequence of lies, ought to have been put down to his great to sell a spurious picture for and at the price luck. of a genuine picture. The morals of com- He would be a fine specimen for the “Selfmerce, in the hands of the Burlses, find Help” collection in Samuel Smiles's silly their lowest ebb.

book. But, to some extent, their customers make “Mind you," he often said to Frank, them what they are. If a man who has " there aint a man in ten thousand that money to spend on his house will have pic- could have done what I've done." tures for his walls, why not prefer a new Now, Burls's life, as I read it and as Frank picture to an old one? Why not an honest read it, was simply an example of the power print before a dishonest canvas?

of luck. Serving under a kind master, who But it is always the reverse. He has a lets him learn his trade. Luck. Finding a hundred pounds to lay out, and he wants man who wants to put his son into business, ten pictures for the money-bargains--spe- and is willing to trust him. Luck. Getting culative pictures, with famous names to all to himself. _ Luck. His shop pulled them, which he can comment on and en- down by the Board of Works, in order large upon, and point out the beauties of to to widen a street. Compensation paid his friends, until he actually comes to be just when he wants money, at the end of lieve the daub he gave ten guineas for is a his second year's trade. Luck. And so Turner; and the dealers can find him hun- Look into every adventure he has dreds.

made, luck crowned it with success. And Why, the old masters must have painted how we all worship success that brings pictures faster than they could nowadays wealth! Why, weak Mrs. Melliship would print them, if a quarter of the things that rather have seen Frank succeed in making are sold in their names were their true himself as rich as Dick Mortiboy, than that works. There are probably more pictures his name should have been handed down to ascribed to any one famous old master now endless centuries as the writer of a greater for sale in the various capitals of Europe, epic than Milton, or the painter of a greater than he could have produced had he painted picture than the greatest of Raphael's cara complete work every day, from the day toons. Frank, on the other hand, never he was born till the day he died-and lived told all his story to his employer, but to be seventy, too.

he was constrained to explain why he Burls could find his customers anything was in a position so different to that he they asked for. No painter so rare, so sought had been brought up in. And he did it after, or so obscure, but there were some in a few words, and without any expression works of his, a bargain, in the dealer's stock. of complaint. Burls only knew that his He told Frank his history:

father had lost money by rash speculation, “My father wore a uniform: he was a and had died, leaving Frank without repark-keeper in Kensington-gardens. I went

He did not inquire further, but to school till I was thirteen, then I went out remarkedas an errand boy. My master was a dealer, “What aint in my business is in the Three in St. James's-street. Í got to learn the gild- per cent. Consols. Your father's ought to ing and cleaning; and when I was six-and- have been there." twenty, I earned two pounds a-week. Well, Soon there came a very busy time at cleanmy father had an old friend, and he had ing pictures, and Burls asked Frank to help had some money left him. He gave his him. son two hundred pound, and we went into He found it a mighty simple matter, though business. His son died before we'd been | it rubbed the skin off his fingers at first.



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