PAGE 338 . In the City of the Saints. By Iza DUFFUS HARDY 233 712 159 424 447 Lowell, James Russell, Poet and Essayist. By Rev. H. R. HAWEIS, Moon, The, and its Folk-Lore. By T. F. THISELTON DYER . 177 Netley Hospital. By E. LYNN LINTON . New Study, A, of “ Love's Labour's Lost." By S. L. LEE Nothing, About. By W. E. Norris Parliament and the Press. By THE MEMBER FOR THE CHILTERN Perished Kernel, A. By ALEX. C. EWALD, F.S.A. Philosophy, The, of Fasting. By BENJAMIN W. RICHARDSON, M.D. 348 Rachel Felix. By DUTTON Cook . Relic, A, of Dryden. By ALGERNON C. SWINBURNE St. John's Gate in 1880, Hospitaller Work at. By Major FRANCIS 416 . PAGE . Science Notes. By W. MATTIEU WILLIAMS, F.R.A.S. : -Unpleasant Researches—The Muscular Education of Animals -A New Vinegar-Sunshine and Railway Accidents Chemical Transformations-The World's Growth-Mineral Ana- 493 628 748 Science of Likenesses, The, and its Meanings. By ANDREW Wilson, Scotch Holiday, A. By Rev. M. G. Watkins, M.A. Shakespeare as a Prose Writer. By J. CHURTON COLLINS 735 Shakespeare, The Eclipse of. By DUTTON Cook. Société, Vers de. By Alex. H. JAPP Study, A New, of “ Love's Labour's Lost.” By S. L. LEE Success, Literary, a Hundred Years Ago. By MARGARET HUNT. 338 Sugar-canes, Among the. By REDSPINNER Table Talk By SYLVANUS URBAN :- The late Mr. PlanchéThe Use of Small Birds—Unfortunate Servants of the Commonwealth-Advance of Histrionic Art in London-Antiquity of Hissing-Mr. Hollingshead's “ Plain English ”–His New“ Definitions”-A Proposal from the New Shakspere Society-A Curious Dream-The Electric Light in Ships-London and its Houses-A Story of Balzac— The A Fresh-water Jellyfish-M. Sarcey and Mdlle. Sarah Bernhardt on English Acting-Dutch Players in London-Fairies and their Size—Professor Mommsen's Calamity— Tom Taylor's Plays 251 Bret Harte's Works—Spanish Cruelty its Origin-A Story of a Judge—Teetotal Literature, Merciful 506 380 PAGE Table Talk-continued. “Literary Frivolities"-Fountains at Railway Stations-Étienne Dolet-Mistakes in the “ Nouvelle Biographie Générale” · 637 Reticence-Juvenile Offenders—Mr. Hughes and the Americans 757 287 84 580 203 32 . 330 . . . . . THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE. JULY 1880 QUEEN COPHETUA. BY R. E. FRANCILLON. CHAPTER XVII. I am the Knight of Malavis : In sooth, a right adventurer : For fifty years with rein and spur And all my comfort keeps therein I've found no hour for sweeter sin : No maiden yet I've happed to see : I am not rich as robbers be, And I will keep her, when I find A maid whose lips may mate my mind : I am the Knight of Malavis. H sphere of life to which he had not been called-her daughter driven among the rocks and shoals of concealment, deceit, and unscrupulous scheming-a well-intentioned clergyman frightened out of his witsan innocent man tricked by the phantom of a fortune-these were what Mrs. Reid's plan for the correction of Providence had to show for itself hitherto. And these were all, if we omit its probable result in its advantage to Gideon Skull; for in so far as it was likely to be of some sort of good to somebody, it cannot be looked upon as NO. 1795. VOL. CCXLVII. B wholly in vain. If Mrs. Reid could have lifted the least corner of the cloth that hid from her eyes everything that was going on just under them, and seen the maze of loss, corruption, and peril that was growing from the seed she had sown with such good intentions, she would have been horrified at what she had been the means of doing; she certainly would not have let Helen go out alone the next morning Helen did not feel good as she left the house to keep her appointment with Gideon Skull. It felt like doing a great thinglike visibly and consciously cutting her life in two. It had been easy enough, in solitude, to dream of rising to great, vague crimes, and of descending to the meanest depths, and to triumph in them beforehand because they would be all for Alan. But none of her enthusiasm helped her when the time came for action, and when she found herself obliged, not to plunge a dagger into somebody's heart, but only to hide from her mother the real object of her walk that morning. Her imagination had never led her to the point of having to do anything so wretchedly small-so small that not even its being for Alan's sake could give it dignity. She was only a sly girl, with a lie in her heart and almost on her lips, creeping out to meet a man whom her mother had forbidden her to know; and it was all the worse because there was no hint or dream of love in the affair, and because it was for a brother who would have given up even his dreams of Bertha rather than believe his sister capable of anything so un-Reid-like and so mean. But what could she do-being she? She had committed herself to this appointment, or thought so; and supposing that she lost a chance for Alan by not keeping it, how would she ever forgive herself all her days ? Her mother's daughter, who grew more and more like her mother every day, was not likely to give up any sort of design which might lead to a good end, through whatever rocks and bogs the road to that end might lead her. She did not doubt or waver in the depth of herself even in such a miserably little matter as keeping a secret tryst with Gideon. She felt, in her extreme way, that she was closing the street-door upon her ladyhood; and she felt, too, that she was making the first step down that road of which the first step alone is hard. But well, it might prove better for Alan, in the long-run, that she should teach herself as soon as possible not to be ashamed of little things. She had no doubt of being able to trust herself in great ones. What lay before her, whatever course it might take, was not to be work for a lady's hand. It could only have been a very invisible and deeplying instinct indeed which told her how much a first secret meeting |
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