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courses, it chanced that the unpunctual advocate passed | eous indignation, righteous when visiting the rightful head; this half-hour alone with our Pauline, who had declined and the gentle may drop, as we hope, an equally wholeaccompanying her father and her governante to the lec- some tear over the fortunes of one as gentle, as lovely as tures-how the practised tongue, that had learned in themselves. But these readers will find nothing agreestately halls, and high-born ladies' bowers to charm the able presented to them in this chapter. ear of beauty, succeeded but too well in making this short No! here the dedication must be a different one. Now, half-hour fatal to the future peace of the provincial mer- it is your turn, all you who “always expected" the mischant's poor daughter-how this little half-hour, our fortunes of your neighbours. Come to the feast all you Pauline's first stolen pleasure, was so sweet as to sug- who “knew from the first what it must come to," and gest the stealing of many a subsequent one by similar gloat over the fulfilment of your raven prophecies. You and various other contrivances—all this those readers to who candidly avow that you “have no patience " with whom this chapter is especially dedicated will easily sinners, whose sin is virtuous, compared with your virtue ; enough imagine.

you, whose exceeding purity “ for your part cannot Well! to stolen interviews in her father's house suc- tolerate any symptom of levity in a young woman ;' you, ceeded stolen interviews elsewhere-tête-a-tête walks on who chiefly “wonder what the man could have seen in the wooded banks of the Sévre, outside the town, etc. etc. her" at all attractive ; above all, you sweet sisters of Then came the scason of the full moon. And......alack: your sex who “have no doubt that the hussy herself was alaek ! who does not know the mischievous influences of chiefly, if not entirely, in fault, running after the poor that lovely, cold, shy, modest-looking moon?

man in that way;" come all of you, loathsome harpies ! Moon-light walks ! and tête-a-tête ! But surely, do not you snuff the carrion scent of a slaughtered repusir, the impropriety of the thing must have struck any tation ? properly educated young lady.

Poor Pauline! alas ! those sweet moonlight walks ! Madame! we are fully aware of all you would urge. those dangerous moonlight walks! Did she not know We might ask you, in return, whether poor Pauline was that there was danger in them? Why should she have a "properly educated” young lady. You know what dreamed of any ? her bringing up was. But we prefer stating at once, that

Jules de Pontarlier! the winner of this inestimable we are not anxious to submit our poor heroine to your prize, an innocent maiden's pure, loving, clinging heart! ladyship's notice at all.

the partner of this trembling woman in her sin! the We know what “impropriety” is, far too well to bring conqueror who has achieved this triumph over a weak it under your ladyship's eye in any shape. Propriety: and guideless girl! Stand forth, Jules de Pontarlier ! odious word ! invented by the world's Pharisees to hold in while we scrutinize a little your portion of this deed. their vocabulary the place of innocence, goodness, mo

Were you, too, ignorant of the slippery nature of the path desty, and every other truly Christian grace !

you were treading with this young creature? Were you Of the rules of propriety Pauline knew nothing, so

as artlessly unconscious of the approach of danger as she she walked by moonlight with her lover evening after was? Did you fall from your high estate of spotless innoevening, sometimes where the capricious light, glancing cence by the sudden assault of temptation on your human in chequered rays among the restless leaves, came to dance frailty, in an unguarded hour ? If so, let pitying charity on the still waters of the sluggish river; sometimes to the throw over your sin, also, her covering mantle. Though with top of the hill which rises to the westward of the town, infinitely less to excuse your fall than may be urged in esand from which they could contemplate the entire city tenuation of that of her who shared it—though armed with sleeping in the still white light beneath them.

knowledge, habitual prudence, and worldly forethoughtMoments of happiness ! which all that the world can though the stronger, instead of the weaker, vessel; yet, if give, can neither equal, nor alas, reproduce ! moments the case be as we have supposed, human censors will and how flecting! but never to be forgotten!

ought to judge leniently your error. Reparation is open to you. The betrothed faith may be kept. And the evil you

have done will make you doubly anxious ever to shield that CHAPTER VI.

delicate and fragile being from every ruder breath of the “ WOMAX AND HER MASTER."

cold world's unkindness. But the sequel of the tale ! what followed! the conse- The world had every reason to be satisfied with the quences, in other words-ay! the consequences ! Well: conduct of M. Jules de Pontarlier; and the world testified the sequel must be told. For Pauline Bartenau was the its approbation of him in many ways, bestowing sundry denizen of no ideal Peri-land ; and this her history is no sufficiently solid and satisfactory testimonials of its faArcadian idyll. Yes! the sequel must be told. And yet, vour and approval. He rose to a high position in his prolike a timid bather shivering on the brink, while he profession ; and dying at Paris, full of years and honours, crastinates the plunge he is determined to make, we ap- was buried in the church of St. Jacques, near the Marché proach reluctantly the precipice to which the course of des Innocents, with a long Latin inscription on his tomb, our tale conducts us. We closed the last chapter, which recording the admiration of his contemporaries for his contains-not the picture, for it cannot be painted, --but virtues as a Christian, a magistrate, a husband, and a the intimation of so much happiness; and devoted a new father. one to the stern work that lies before us.

Poor Pauline ! then she was happy at last? The evencial dedication, which commended the last to the particular ing of her days in some degree compensated for their cold attention of the young and innocent," is alas ! not appro- unkindly morning ? She was the happy mother of childpriate to this. Yet, let them too read what follows, that ren, and honoured wife of the exemplary magistrate, so the manly may feel the generous wholesome glow of right- recorded by the reracious marble ?

For the espe

Ha, ha, ha! It is a mad world we live in! A mad wag | the innocent, and the young, and would fain bespeak your of a world!

sympathies in favour of an erring sister.

Will ye not, Pauline Bartenau died—but we are anticipating un- with moek and gentle eyes, moist with heaven's bestduly. Let us proceed regularly with this history, in loved sacrifice-a tear of pity-follow to its close her chill which nothing occurred in anywise abnormal, but all and cheerless pilgrimage? Would ye not have rejoiced passed perfectly “selon les régles.

to pour the healing balsam of a gentle word, a gentle The world was in all ways satisfied with the fortunate look on that poor bleeding heart, to have bound up the Jules de Pontarlier. He gained Jacques Bartenau's cause wounds of that crushed spirit, to have lightened by a for him, in the first place; and much thanks, pelf, and little'tis but a little that human power can—the sore, credit for himself thereby. Having, therefore, nothing sore load which that frail form must bear on its flinty path? further to detain him at Niort, he returned to Paris, and Alas! her gloomy way was uncheered by any such angel's there grew rapidly in the favour and esteem of the courts, ministerings. Yet, pity! gentle ones! for the precious and was again the soul and spirit of more than one gay pity-drops you shed shall be a beneficent dew on the circle, in which bright eyes looked the brighter in his tender verdure of your own hearts, and the unavailing presence, and laughing banter about his successes with blessing, wherewith you would have blessed the stricken the Poitevin belles, as laughingly replied to by the gay one, shall return again into your own bosoms, making yet young advocate. But it was not long before the rising gentler even your gentleness, and purifying even your barrister thought proper to seek for a wife in earnest. purity. Fear not, then, gentle readers, despite the lessons And here, again, the world was well satisfied with him. of a cold, selfish, and hypocritical prudery, to walk with He made “a proper marriago, in all respects.” Rank, us awhile beside the path of your unhappy sister. fortune, &c., all strictly “convenable.A good Catho- How Pauline first learned her lover's faithlessnesslic, too, of course. What! marry a Huguenot ? Fie! the first stab-like agony—tho angry incredulity—the hopwhere would have been his sense of religion ? The church ing against hope—the heart-sickening gradual departure would not have been satisfied with him then.

of all hope-and the stunning, numbing fulness of despair; Pass on thy way, Jules de Pontarlier! We have no --all this it is needless to detail at length; for alas ! alas! more to say to thee, or of thee. Sail onwards down the is it not too trite a tale? pleasant and prosperous stream of life, with swelling sails Then slowly, and by degrecs, thoughts of herself, her filled with fortune's favouring gale, and brightened by own position, and future, would force themselves upon the warm sunshine of the world's esteem! Nor pause to her. Her father! her stern and severe father! Could cast one backward glance on the lonely wreck thou hast there be hope of pity or forgiveness from him ? Would it left stranded on the cold inhospitable shore, to perish un- be possible to conceal from him and from others the conregarded, save by the half-averted eye of scorn, and sequences of her shame? Oh! heavens! the madness alone. Pass on ! we have no new homily to read to the that was in thoughts such as these! And yet, though seducer. All that can be said has been said and re-said. each time the thought recurred, it seemed to mark in fire And the pious world can listen to such talk, confined to its passage through the brain, yet she could not fix her safely vague generalities, with much edification. But mind on the momentous subject. The rebel thought for the visitation of its bitter pains and penalties the would stray to him, who had long since ceased to think coward world prefers the weak and helpless victim. It is of her. Importunate, tormenting, and yet alluring memory awkward, involves disagreeable results and inconvenience, would paint and repaint on fancy's tablets that one same to deal with strong, powerful men. So “ we really can- scene, brought out all vivid and distinct from amid the not look into these matters,” with regard to them. But dreamy haze that seemed to hang over all the rest of the to wreak our dastard morality on the weak, the frail, the utterly severed and apparently far distant past. Like broken alrcady, the prostrate helpless one-this is safe, phantasmagoric scenes painted on their own bright circle cheaply virtuous—and pleasant withal.

of light, amid the surrounding darkness, unreproducible, except by throwing all around them into utter obscurity, this vision of the past showed bright and isolated, cut out of the black rim that encircled it, and leaving invisible all

those objects lying outside the magic ring, whose appearLeaving, then, the spoiler to pursue his prosperous ance would have caused the brilliant picture to fade and path amid the noisy business, and still more noisy disappear. pleasures of the world of Paris, let us follow to its un- Thus time passed on with dull and leaden step, tedimarked close the history of her whose fortunes we have ously slow in his progress over ench heavy cheerless hour, undertaken to record, and whose story, like many but fearfully rapid in his resistless march towards the similar one, equally melancholy and equally suggestive of awful hour, when it now became evident to Pauline that various unheeded moralities, would, like them, long since she must disclose to unpitying ears her frailty and its rehave perished and been forgotten, had not the tragedy sults. Gradually had the full horror of her position, with been marked by certain incidental peculiarities, which all its attendant circumstances, developed itself to her connect it in Poitevin traditionary lore with historical cir- stunned intellect. Gradually she had ome to comprecumstances of those times, not yet faded from the hend and fully realise the facts around and before her. memory of the old inhabitants of the province.

Appalling prospect! oh! the bitter, bitter hours ; the And now once again, gentle readers, we appeal to you. long, long agony; the tear-spent nights ; the terrorNow that the worst is told-now that you know all the haunted days; the pang-sharpest of all-of unrequited sad truth about our poor fallen Pauline—“ fallen by too love and crushed affections; the heart-sick hopelessness, much faith in man"--we appeal again to you, the gentle that punish frail, weak, sorely-tempted woman's first




transgression ! Ah men! men ! were an amount of elapse ere he replied to her appeal? Was there aught of penalty strictly proportioned, on a similar scale, to the self-reproach iningled with those hidden meditations ? any amount of moral turpitude of which ye, strong lords of consciousness of duties left undone, which, performed, God's creation, are guilty, in your sinnings so lightly might have obviated that which had occurred? Or did visited as to seem hardly sin at all; what hell, present the proud religionist's mind revert to the disgrace which or future, were profound enough for your incalculably might be reflected on him, his house, his name, in the deep damnation ! But then, ye are the lords of the cre eyes of his fellow-citizens, and especially of his own sect? ation--manly, just, generous, equitable legislators for | At all events, no tone of pity, no faintest gleam of mercy, yourselves, and the companions, equal to yourselves, save was to be discovered in the accent of the voice in which in their love-demanding weakness, whom God has given he at last said, more as if speaking to himself than to you—the Creator's last, best gift, without which Para- her :dise was imperfect and unblest !

• This, too, was to be, and must needs have come One of the epochs most strongly marked by general therefore. But woe-verily, woe-to the lost soul by license was that in France, in which our heroine lived. whom the offence cometh" And it may be thought, therefore, that the general tone Then, turning more directly to the still kneeling figure of the times would have saved her from the cruel fate of poor Pauline, he said, pointing in the direction of the which has been represented as being before her. But it must be remembered that she belonged to a peculiar and “Go forth! go from me, and from my house. Our isolated class; and that, in all respects, a severe and paths, henceforth, must be different--FOR EVER! Alone harsh one.

Of the habits and manners of that class, who with my God must I walk the remainder of my pilgrimhave made the period in question notable for its licentious age through this vale of tears ; for it hath seemed good ness, Pauline Bartenau, and those around her—those to Him that not even here should cleave unto me aught who were to make her fate-knew nothing. Nor could of the strange woman, after whom I strayed in my youth, it have been possible to single out an individual, who sinfully taking to my bosom a wife not from the number would stand more utterly alone and friendless in an un

of His elect. And, of a truth, from a bramble men do known world, than would the Iluguenot's poor daughter, not gather figs. Rise, and go forth." when abandoned by her own immediate friends, and He turned, and was leaving the room ; Pauline was driven forth into the wilderness of a world of which she motionless, as if turned into marble ; till, rousing herself had never seen or known anything.

by a sudden effort, she sprung forward, caught his hand It came at length; that dreadful hour of her father's and in an accent in which the slightest possible tone of first knowledge of his daughter's fall; that hour awaited reproach might be detected mingling with that of suppliin trembling expectation for so long ; that hour, whose cation as she pronounced the word-father, said impreshorrors importunate fancy had painted throughout the sivelywatchings of so many sleepless nights. It came, and “ Father! my father! you send me, then, to death!" .. realised her worst anticipations. It was a fearful inter- She was going on, but he disengaged his hand, and view, that last one between the father and the mother- raising it as if to represent the impassable barrier which less daughter. Few words were said by either, though I was to separate them for ever, he replied, slowly and so much had to be told by both. Her sin, hier shame, sternlythe doom that was to avenge it by the father. Cold, The wages of sin is death." calm, self-contained as ever, the Huguenot heard the And with these words the good man left the sinner. half-uttered words that told his daughter's tale. No | They were the last, with one exception, that Pauline erer gush of pity, no burst of rage altered the wonted rigidity heard from her father. of his upright form, or lighted up his cold, grey, quiet lle passed from the room ; and she remained, for a eye. ller story was said, wrung from her panting bosom while, in the attitude and on the spot where he had left in half-articulated words; and Pauline remained on her her, stunned by the blow, and incapable of fully compreknees before him, with difficulty preventing herself from hending its reality. At length, slowly, and almost sinking prostrate on the floor. ller rich dark locks had, dreamily, she gathered herself up, and rose to her feet. in her agitation, escaped from their confinement, and The immediato consideration of what next was to be done hung in disordered but beautiful masses over her pallid then forced her mind to contemplate the future that lay brow and ivory neck. That lovely face, swollen with before her. All dark ! no ray to cheer! no possibility of weeping, was upturned towards him, and the beseeching hope ! alone! helpless ! friendless! no hand to sustain, eloquence of those dark tearful eyes could not have ap-guide, assist ! no voice to soothe ! no heart to love and pealed in vain to any human bosom not indurated into cherish! Like Nagar, she was to go forth into the wilstone-cold apathy. The hands joined in supplication, and derness; but that which lay before her was the worser and outstretched towards him, added their expression of help more desolate wilderness, a cruel, scornful world, thick less wretchedness to the figure, which might well have set with cold strange eyes, that glaro upon the stricken inspired a Tintoretto or a Guido with a perfect repre-one, warning her off from the shelter of each heart. sentation of the Magdalenc. But still he, the father, Oh, for the desert ! the real desert! where beneath no stood appareutly unmoved ; so unmoved, that those who eye save the benignant, the pitying, the merciful one of knew him not might well have supposed that he had be- her Heavenly Father, she might lay her down, and be at fore been aware of the facts then made known to him. rest!

And what was passing in the mind of the hard, impe- World ! world ! decent, decorous, pious, proper world! netrable man during the long cruel pause, so interininable how many Hagars perish, and are even now perishing, in its agony to the poor suppliant, that he suffered to in the wilderness to which thou hast driven them forth?

Might she but die! To sleep and wake no more to

CHAPTER VIII. this weary, weary world! Oh, what a boon were that!

RARO ANTECEDENTEM SCELESTUM DESERUIT PEDE PENS To die !--so easy! so quick! so sure ! and then rest, rest! repose and darkness ! no prying eyes! no scoffing

CLAUDO." smiles ! one plunge, and all is over!

On the 22d of October, in the year 1685, Louis XIV. Ha ! devil ! art thou there? Thou knowest well thy revoked the edict of Nantes. Rarely, perhaps, has the time, and skilfully presentest to the miserable thy mas

uneasiness of a royal conscience produced results so exter-stroke of temptation. But his thee hence! This tensively, grievously, and permanently injurious, as did woman, weak, hardly smitten, and prostrate, is yet none

that day's pious work. Much of evil has arisen not rarely of thine. Shall she do murder?-a double murder ? from similar causes. Many of the lastingly mischievous

Then welcome, life! dark, stormy, cheerless, dreary influences, which have so lamentably retarded the prolife!-welcome, for that dear sake!—welcome, struggling, gress of civilization in France, may be ascribed to the toil, and pain!

personal failings of the “ grand monarque,” and still And Pauline walked forth from her father's house,

more, probably, to qualities, which have been ordinarily and closed its door behind her, the wide world all before

reckoned among his virtues. That they should still so her. She was not without the means of obtaining imme- be reckoned by a large proportion of the Frenchmen of diate shelter, did she but know where to apply for it;

the nineteenth century, is one of the most convincing for she possessed and carried with her sundry trinkets, proofs of the small progress hitherto achieved

the nasome of no small value, which had been the property of tion towards a general comprehension of sound principles hər mother. It was not likely that any vanities of this of genuine civilization-or, to speak perhaps more fairly, kind should have been acquired beneath the roof of the of the very large portion of the path which yet remains to Iluguenot husband and father, by either mother or

be travelled over. Very few, however, even among the daughter. But the articles which were now to serve her

most blindly violent of the renascent Jesuit-animated daughter in her urgent need, and which had been the party in France, would, in all probability, be found to cherished memorial of her own bright youth, had been defend the revocation of the edict of Nantes in the present brought by her from the sunny land of her birth, and had day, at least as a measure of policy, even if they should been the gifts of her fond foster-parents.

deem it to have been a laudabiy zealous effort on religious The first desperate plunge had been made. Pauline

grounds. was homeless in the streets of Niort. And many a weary,

It was surely one of the blindest pieces of fury and despairing hour did she wander purposeless before she folly that fanaticism ever prompted. Its immediate recould determine on making any application for food or

sults in depriving France of a very large portion of its shelter. She was, however, at length fortunate in the incomparably most valuable inhabitants, the shock to selection sho made. Instinctively she had sought the

commerce, the stagnation of industry, the penalties inpoorer quarter of the town; and there at last she had ficted on integrity, and the premium offered to rascality. addressed an old woman who was standing at the open

All this is well known; and those who have had an oppordoor of what seemed to be a very poor watchmaker tunity of reading the scarce and highly curious little or mender's shop. She had summoned all her physiog- quarto volume of M. Thomas, on the history of the revonomical skill to her aid before she had dared to take the cation of the edict of Nantes, are aware of the savage step in question ; and it had not deceived her. She fury with which the authorities of the government en stated her position, her condition, but not her name, and dearoured to avoid the inevitable consequences of their showed her means of paying for what aid might be

own act. The irreparable mischief inflicted on the counafforded her. She was kindly received ; and we will try by the expatriation of the Iluguenots was too maninot inquire how large a share of this result was produced fest to escape the penetration even of Louis XIV.'s by the exhibition of the trinkets, and how much by the

priest-ridden government. Departure out of the country, statement of her distress. The old woman was very therefore, was made highly penal; and the gaols and the

the poor. Her husband obtained a very scanty livelihood by galleys were filled with unfortunate professors of working at his trade as a watchmaker, in mending the religion,” as it was termed, who had been taken in the watches of his poor neighbours, and the trinkets of their attempt to escape from the shores of their persecuting wives; for no part of the population in France, however

country. poor, is without such ornaments. But he also was old,

Notwithstanding every precaution that could be taken, and his failing eyes rendered his work daily more diffi- however, and notwithstanding the severities exercised on

those who were caught in the attempt, a very large cult and more slow to him. With this good couple our poor outcast found a home

number of Protestants, especially from the southfor the present pressing moment, and there we must leave

western provinces, contrived, as is well known, to effect her, both because the traditionary sources of this his

their escape ; carrying with them to more hospitable torietto say nothing further of the immediately subsequent

shores their arts, their industry, and their energies. It part of her life; and because the one other passage there,

was in 1085, just as Madame de Maintenon-herself which we shall add to the two already related—her birth, born, as we have seen, of Huguenot parents in the that is, in the prison at Niort ; and secondly, the event prison of Niort, for the sake of their religion—was conwhich gave its colouring to all her future years, and which solidating and maturing her influence over the king's does so for most women, is all that is necessary to com

mind, that this blow fell on France. It was therefore plete the sketch we wish to present to the reader,

just about thirty years from the date of that second passage in our heroine's life, which was related in the preceding chapter,

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It was a dark night towards the latter end of Novem- | dow and turning himself towards the preacher ; " as dark ber in that year, and the narrow overhung streets of the as we could wish; but I fear Duperrier may have all the interior of the littie town of La Rochelle were yet darker more difficulty in finding any one willing to undertake the than the quays and basin, and the roadstead beyond it. business in hand.” For the style of the architecture was--and is there still “Fear neither that, nor ought else in this matter, Maitre such as to more than counterbalance the feeble effect of Jacques Bartenau," replied his friend, and the hale firm the scanty lamps, which, like angels' visits, few and far voice in which the words were said, contrasted strongly between, seem only to enhance the gloom beyond the with the feeble and broken appearance of the speaker, little circle of their ineffectual illumination. The streets “ The raging of the ocean is less fierce than the hatred of were built en colombage,” as the French call it ; and the ungodly, and the Lord who has thus far delivered us many of them—most of them, indeed--remain so to the out of their hand, will not permit the violence of his present day. The phrase means, that the upper stories tempest to cast us back into their net." project sufficiently to overliang a space large enough for “I will not doubt it, my friend,” returned Bartenau, a good“ trottoir.” They are supported on arcades, “yet our trusty friend Duperrier has been absent much which thus form a barrier between the foot-passengers longer than he anticipated.” and the street.

He began to pace the little chamber, in which they In a dark and meanly furnished upper room of one of were sitting, backwards and forwards, with a firm and the houses in the Rue des Gentilhommes, on the night in measured step, ever and anon stopping at the window to question, two old men were sitting, engaged in close and throw a glance into the street, and relapsed into silence. apparently anxious conversation. They had no light be

The few words spoken, however, have been sufficient to yond that which was communicated to the room from the make the reader fully comprehend the position and circummeagro oil lamp which swung suspended on a cord stances of the two old men. Noted both of them throughstretched across the street, immediately below their out their own town, and almost throughout the entire prowindow. And this, as it was kept incessantly in motion, vince as rigid, uncompromising, and bigoted Huguenots, by the wind, which was howling dismally up the narrow and influential leaders of their sect, they had of course little street, shed a vacillating and fickering light into been among the first persons attacked by the agents of the apartment. The two seniors sat in such a position the king's intolerance on the publication of the new law. with reference to the window, that the light fell now on They were not long in determining to attempt the only one face and now again on the other. Both were men chance which was left them of passing the brief remainder apparently in extreme old age, and both had evidently of their lives in the free profession and exercise of their been tall, well-proportioned men in their day. One religion-escape and emigration. It was a severe and however, was now bent almost double by the weight of painful measure for two octogenarians to adopt ; and in ycars and infirmities, But the other was still upright, the case of the merchant, involved no inconsiderable sacriand it seemed, almost vigorous in his green old age. The fice of property. But what availed property to an old light was uncertain and but momentary, as it flashed man tottering on the verge of the grave, and alone in the alternately on one and the other of them ; but yet, so world. Nothing! Nor did this consideration cause Barmarked were the features it then lighted up, and so tenau a moment's hesitation. The love of gold was not striking the entire figures of the two elders, that any one among his failings. And if he had continued during many who had known them in former years would not have years to pursue those avocations, which added to a store failed to recognize in the first the preacher Riberac, and already large enough for all his wants, it was due to the in the second the merchant Jacques Bartenau.

force of habit and the difficulty of abandoning an occupaTime had dealt more hardly with the more ardent spirit tion which long use had rendered almost necessary to him. of the two. The preacher was not one of those of whom The thought that the wealth he was about to abandon it can be said that “the blade has worn out the scabbard.”' was useless—that he had no one to share his prosperity For though the incessant activity of that hot and eager--that he was alone in the world ; this may have caused spirit might have worn out three or four tenements of him a pang, but it was a secret one ; for never since the ordinary clay, the hard wiry tenacity of the preacher's day that Pauline left his door, now some thirty-five years physical nature had bid defiance to the wear and tear of since, had her name, or any allusion to her, passed his wore than eighty years. But time, which had failed to lips. Securing, therefore, enough of gold to support himquench the fire of his eye, or to rob his head of his long self and the companion of his flight for the few years they and silvery tresses, or to paralyse the vigour of the harsh should yet need aught that money could procure, he debut powerful voice, had yet succeeded in bending the rigid termined to attempt escaping from France. It was an slender figure, which had been once as inflexible as the attempt far from being unattended with risk and diffspirit that animated it.

culty; yet practicable enough to those possessed of The merchant was still upright as ever-still stiff and money and influence. Arrangements were easily made stern—the very picture of inflexibility and resolution. The with the skipper of a Dutch ship, which traded regularly once dark head was bald, but a few long straggling locks between Amsterdam and La Rochelle ; and for a consiof grisly grey that floated from behind the ears, and a deration he agreed to linger in the offing on his approachlong and ample grey beard gave expression and dignity to ing departure for the shores of Holland, having selected the figure.

a moonless night for that purpose, and receive on board lle rose and stepped towards the window, and having the wealthy merchant and his companion, opened the casement looked out in both directions long This, however, was the simplest and easiest part of and anxiously.

the matter. The difficulty was, to get from the shore It is a rough night,” he said, elosing again the win- to the vessel. It was difficult to escape the perpetual

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