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chesi--rounded back; pooh-the d---it can't be mers never left their clothes hanging on the line at night, Rachel, thought I, at the same time bolting into the as they were wont to do in past times, and always carebouse and slamming the door, but not until I overheard fully shut their windows, and locked the doors, before the divine Rachel exclaim—“What he! that old pump they went to bed. These were substantial convictions of a fellow, my sweetheart ? Marry come up—I don't to a man who had stoutly maintained that, notwithstandbelieve a word of it.” I never felt such a twinge of ing all its brags, the world had been fast degenerating gatitude before, and blessed my stars that in the days ever since he began to go downhill himself. Few but of my youth I had not found favor in the cyes of pretty those in my situation, can imagine the chuckling delight Rachel Foster. Such ankles! pooh-pish-I must have I felt, when one day a lusty farmer of the neiglıborhood, been bewitched, or something worse.
who had built to himself the finest house and largest I spent that, and several succeeding days, in rambling barn in ten miles round, actually came to me to borrow ab»ut the village and its beautiful environs, renewing money. I am inclined to believe that it was with some my aequa'ntance with the murmuring brooks, hoary little degree of malice that I drew him into an exposirocks, and mossy trees, and becoming young again by tion of liis case, and learned that all his improvements the associations they inspired. They at least had not were made with money borrowed from a little pestilent changed, and I too fancied myself the same. Ever and bank, to which he had given his note, backed by a mortanon I caught myself wondering what had become of gage on his farm. This little nuisance was fast exthe old folks I used to see moving about in the village, changing its paper money for the solid capital of lands and the young ones with whom I played my way to and houses, as I learned when having occasion to exaschool, explored the woods in search of nests, or fished mine the records of the county. I soon became sensible in the clear streams that meandered through the green that the improvements which had given me such a meadows. Every face, save that of Ellee, seemed that twinge of mortification, were acquired by the sacrifice of a perfect stranger, and instead of coming home, I of independence. evuld not help saying to myself, I am alone in the land As all citizens of the great Commercial Emporium of my forefathers.
are reckoned rich by the country people, I had various In the midst of these disappointments, however, I applications of this kind; for what is called a reaction child not but acknowledge, that the general aspect of had commenced, and the little bank had been nearly things in and about the village had greatly improved. broke by an unexpected demand for three hundred dolThe men were dressed in broad cloth, instead of home. lars in specie, made by another little bank in a rival vilspan, and in garments of a trimmer fashion; the little lage, just begotten in the bot-bed of speculation. One children had also an air of more smartness, while the of these applications was from an honest old farmer, women came to the spring for water in great balloon whose orchard I remembered to have robbed in the days sleeves and prunelle shoes. Occasionally too, I was of my schoolhood, and I had almost determined to quiet started by the apparition of a dandy in a forest of whis- my conscience by making him this tardy reparation. kers, flourishing a little whalebone cane, a thing that But unluckily for himselt' and my conscience, I one day was never seen in the village during the days of its pri- met three of his strapping daughters, trudging along meral simplicity. It had now become a regular landing the road up to their ancles in dust, bedizened out in balplace for a steamboat, and on Sundays most especially, loon sleeves, prunelle shoes, satin bonnets with feathers, was grierously infested with idlers, carousing at the ta silk gowns, swelling in all the wasteful redundancy of vern, or wandering about in search of the picturesque. the fashion, laced silk stockings, and ear-rings dangling I was told by one of the villagers, that when the first down to their shoulders. From that moment I deterirruption of these whiskered heroes appeared, a venera- mined not to lend the old man a sous. He is lately ble lady was sorely afirighted, and calling to her old dead; his farm has been sold; one of his daughters has black wom in, bade her shut the door and windows, for made a great match with a sort of half-bred dandy who there were several suspicious persons prowling about belongs to the honorable fraternity of loafers, and whose The system of farming had also evidently advanced, if whole estate consists in his wits and his whiskers; the one might judge from the aspect of the fields, the dwel- others, I learn, are at service in the neighborhood, and lings and out-houses. Fields which I remembered to still officiate at the washing tub, in wide sleeves and have been covered with rocks, and infested with briers, pruneile shoes. Keets, and puddles, were now converted into smiling But the oracle and great man of the village, is one meadows; and old decayed farm-houses, barns, and Boss Shirtliff, as he is called by way of eminence, who other appendages, had been replaced by new ones of a I soon found had turned the heads of the honest people superior order. Oia truth, thought I, the world has cer- by a lucky speculation. Boss was a shoemaker by tainly improved within the last thirty years, and the con- trade, and none of the best, for his reputation was so viction was not altogether agreeable, sceing I could not low in his vocation, that he at length degenerated into a flutter myself I had hept pace with my native village, cobbler of old shoes. Few would employ, none trust and one does not like to be behind-hand with all around him, and his word would not have been taken for a self
Accordingly, I bestirred myself to discover if there evident fact. In short, he was reduced to the lowest were no drawbacks on this vast improvement in outward ebb-lie was brought down to a common denominator, appearances, and my mortificd feelings were soon soothed and had nothing left to work upon bui his wits, and in the limbo of vanity by various little indications of three or four acres of land, on the top of a hill at the dzenerary. I had not been at home a week, before a outskirts of the village. lule store was broke open and robbed, a thing that had Just as he got within one bucket of the bottom of the never happened within the memory of the oldest inhabi- wheel it took a sudden torn. The little bank was eslant. I also noticed, that the villagers and country far-Itablished, and Boss Shirtlili subscribed for a good round
sum in its stock; for the people of the village were not agent bid away, until finally a large portion of the lots so eager for such fare as they are in the great Commer- were sold at one hundred dollars apiece, to persons that cial Emporium. Boss had not a dollar in the world; had no more money than the Boss when he subscribed but what he wanted in gold he made up in brass; and for the Bank stock. But they gave their notes, which as there was a snug clause in the bank, expressly calcu- | being endorsed by the founder of Persepolis Junior, lated for such worthies, he gave his note for the money. I were readily discounted by the little Bank. And this This is called "paying in the capital, or securing it to great example of Boss Shirtliff is the real parent of all be paid.” The liule bank commenced operations; the the brood of new cities, which has sprung up, like president and cashier made oath to the capital being mushroons, in a single night, and increases so rapidly, paid in, or secured to be paid, and the directors and that people of weak apprehensions begin to fear that, in stockholders exerted themselves so successfully in play. process of time, the whole land will become covered ing on the credulity of the neighborhood, that long be- with cities, and none be left for cultivation. Nay, I fore Boss's note became duc, he sold his stock at fifteen have heard a very judicious person account for the high per cent advance, and thus not only shifted the respon- price of all our agricultural products, partly from the sibility, but pocketed some hundreds in the bargain. land having been monopolized by new cities, and partly
He never possessed such a sum before, and as nothing from the farmers having their heads so full of public expands a man's views so quickly as money, Boss be- improvements, that they leave their farms to take care gan to look out for a new speculation. One evening, of themselves. just at twilight, as he sat under his little cocked-hati Be this as it may ; from that time the whole village piazza, smoking his pipe, he became suddenly inspired and neighborhood became utterly bedevilled with spewith the idea of founding a city. He had offered his culation. Nobody lived for the present; all looked forfour acres for sale, time and oft before, at two hundred ward to the future value of property, and it came to pass dollars, but not a soul would buy. The very next morn- that the despised cobbler became, as I said, the oracle ing after this great conception, he began his operations and great man, not only of the village, but all the counIle grubbed up his potatoes, exterminated his cabbages, try round. He had only to purchase a piece of land, and made a waste of his field, which he forth with laid and such was the universal opinion of his sagacity, out in streets and lots, and announced the founding of a that he could always dispose of it at a great profit. great city, to be forever called New Persepolis. After Every body became speculators; you could not see two this he went about among the people, with a series of ragamuffins talking together without being pretty sure unanswerable arguments, proving beyond all doubt, they were founding a town. Business was neglected; that from its central situation, close by the junction of the lessons of prudence and economy set at naught; all three country roads; its proximity to the river, there the pursuits of regular industry abandoned; little scurvy being only another village intervening; and the great towns were projected all around my unlucky native vilplenty of excellent stone for building, it was as clear as lage, all rivals in interest, anxious of each other's insigthe sun at noon day, that the city of Persepolis was nificance, and all holding out fallacious lures to the culdestined to become a great Emporium. Not content tivators of the land to abandon their useful and wholewith the present, Buss brought in the future as an aux- some vocation, and come and starve in the happy parailiary. He held forth the baits of canals, rail roads, dise of speculation. The glory of Boss Shiriliff' was aqueducts, and the whole array of modern improve- finally consummated by his being mode President of ments, until the imagination of the good people was the little Bank, where he became arbiter of the destidazzled, and their understandings utterly confounded in nies of thousands of the country people, and cock of the great vortex of anticipation.
the walk in all the promising cities around, the most Nothing is more easy than to produce an excitement nourishing of which actually contains a church without in a small neighborhood. Nay, experience has demon. pastor or congregation, an academy without any schostrated that it will produce itself, like spontancous com- lars, and a blacksmith's shop built on speculation, at bustion, at certain periodical eras. When the villagers present tenanted by an old sow and pigs. The great were properly primed and loaded, Loss Shirtliff set up struggle at present in these rival seats of empire, his lots at auction. The auctioneer was a great rogue, concerning the location of a new church on speculation. and of course understood his business. “Gentlemen," | They have already five churches among them, not one said he, with much candor and suavity, at the same of which is finished, most of them without congregatime unrolling a lithographic map—“Gentlemen, heretions, and all destitute of a regular pastor. Industry is an opportunity of investing capital, such as does not and economy were no longer the household gods, or occur once in a hundred years. Central situation, rural deities of my native village; all the inhabitants three roads-excellent navigation-rail road, canal and had grown rich in anticipation, and lived as if they aqueduct in a year or two, &c. &c. &c. Gentlemen, were so in reality. The very hives were now only half Lot No. 1, what do you bid ?” He then Nourished his filled with honey. I more than once detected little knots wooden hammer, looked all around the cirele, bowed of bees gathered together in great agitation, and am to every body, and at length pretending to have receiv- pretty sure I overheard something that sounded very ed a bid, cried out, “fifty dollars-not half its value, much like " speculation” in their eager humning. gentlemen ;" and then he went through a detail of the But enough of querulous complaint-it smacks of vast natural advantages of the City of Persepolis. old age. During my sojourn, I visited a pair of old Finally some gudgcon bid five dollars more, and uncles, who reside together on a farm a few miles from the great bargain was struck down to him in an the village. One of them is a bachelor and blind; the instant. One fool makes many; the sale was conti- other has a numerous posterity, and both are upwards nued; competition increased; Boss Shirtliff's private of fourscore years of age. I used to think it a long
BY E. A. POE.
distance when I went over to catch trout in the stream While buried in these, and the like reflections, I nothat meanders through their rich meadows, but now it ticed a meager train advancing into the church yard, seemed scarcely a span. I found the elder brother in bearing a bier, on which a coffin was laid. It was the the garden with a long staff and a long beard, and the body of poor Ellee. I had missed him for a few days, younger seated in his arm air, cheerful, contented, and here we met for the last time. They laid the poor and happy. We had an affectionate greeting, and as lad in his grave, covered it up, and there was an end of usual, fell to comparing the present with the past, in him. A couple of pieces of board, one at the head, the which the former suffered pretty considerably. other at the feet, are his only memorials; he told no
The great grievance of the old men was the bounty falsehoods while living, and nobody thought it worth poor house, which had lately been built just on the their while to tell any about him when dead. His old other side of the stream I mentioned, the worthy tenants mother is still alive, the only depository of his memory, of which committed divers petty depredations on the the only one that misses the poor, blind, dumb boy. farm. In days of yore, I well remembered there were she has found a friend, who lets her want for nothing; but iwo paupers on the town; but now the poor house but the last tic that bound her to the earth is broken, was filled like a bee hive, only the population was not and now she thinks of nothing but Ellee, and Heaven. quite so industrious. But so it is. Paupers ever multiply in proportion to the asylums prepared for them, and there are no more certain means of aggravating poverty than providing for its indiscriminate relief
BALLAD. When I bade them farewell, the blind old man said, "I shall never see you again, my son,” for so he always called me; and the elder, who was fourscore and ten, The ring is on my hand, asked me to write his epitaph, adding “For I shall
And the wreath is on my browsoon die.” I gave him my promise, and mean to per
Satins and jewels grand, form it, for I can give him a good character without in
And many a rood of land, scribing a lie on his tombstone.
Are all at my command, From old age to the grave is but a short journey;
And I am happy now! so I took my way towards the old church, the burial
He has loved me long and well, ground of which I entered just at the commencement
And, when he breathed his vow, of the long summer twilight. In rambling about, I soon
I felt my bosom swell, found what had become of my old friends, Brom Van
For--the words were his who fell Houten, Johnny Van Tassell, Jacobus See, and the
In the battle down the dell, rest. I was in the midst of them; and the little fat
And who is happy now! cherubs carved on their headstones, seemed to smile on me, either in welcome or in scorn, as it to intimate that
And he spoke to re-assure me, I should soon be among them on my last visit. Here,
And he kissed my pallid browtoo, the world bad greatly improved, at least in tomb
But a reverie came o'er me, stones and epitaphs. On one hand stood an old moss
And to the churchi-yard bore me, covered dusky red stone, bearing the date of 1656, with
And I sighed to him before re, a Dutch epitaph, which could do little harm, though for
“0, I am happy now!" aught I know it might have recorded ever so many lies, And thus they said I plighted for few could now decipher its mouldering legend; on
An irrevocable vowthe other, which seemed a sort of West End for the dead,
And my friends are all delighted more than one white marble tomb of recent date, sur
That his love I have requitedrounded by iron gratings, and looking like the title And my mind is much benighted page of an old book, when it was the fashion to make
If I am not happy now! it a sort of index to the whole volume. There were
Lo! the ring is on my hand, more cardinal virtues inscribed on them than I ever
And the wreath is on my browheard of before, and I could not help thinking it was a
Satins and jewels grand, great pity such excellent people could not live forever
And many a rood of lurid, as examples to succeeding generations.
Are all at my command, Some of them I happened to remember, especially
And I must be happy now! one old rogue, who never did a good deed, or gave his Deighbor a kind word in his life, and had got me many
I have spoken--I have spokena sound threshing, by falsely complaining to the school
They have registered the vownister of my having robbed his orchard. He had
And though my faith be broken, grown rich by trickery and meanness; and whatever
And though my heart be broken, people may say, money is of great value, since it can
Behold the golden token procure for a rogue a stately lomb and a lying epitaph.
That proves me happy now! Among the ancient Egyptians, it was the custom to
Would God I could awaken! call a jury of inquest on the dead, to inquire into their
For I dream--I know not how! cbaracters; and no one who did not pass this ordeal,
And my soul is sorely shaken, was entitled to an honorable funeral, or a posthumous
Lest an evil step be taken, good name. Such a tribunal, thought I, would be no
And the dead who is forsakcn bad thing now-a-days.
May not be happy now!
And he gives us the same thought again in his Elegy on his Nicce:
ON THE DEATH OF WOLFE.
Who has not heard of Wolfe's immortal name,
Angels, as 'tis but seldom they arpear,
So neither do they make long stay; Whose admirable death deserves its fame?
They do but visit, and away;
"Tis pain for them l'endure our 100 grosz sphere.
A LITERARY MAN.
Mr. Wute,-The manner in which the subjoined And watching anxiously the doubtful fray:
Memoir came into my possession is somewhat singular: At length around a joyful shout arose,
so much so (I have thought) as to be worthy of reAnnouncing Britain's triumph o'er her foes;
cording “They fly!” “Who fly ?” the dying hero cried: I had taken up my residence for a few wecks at an “ The French." “Now God be praised !” he said-old fashioned inn, in an old fashioned village, in (as and died.
times go) rather an old fashioned state. My object was to enjoy the quiet of the country, and the romantic, though seldom visited and almost unknown, scenery of the vicinity. At the precise time to which I am about
to draw your attention, I had been confined to the ANGEL VISITS.
house for nearly a week, by a most tremendous storm;
but the horrors of wet weather in a country inn, have Like angel-visits sew and far between.
Pleasures of Hope. already been so well described by a favorite author, This line is often quoted, and deserves to be, for it is dreariness of such a situation from that source, if not
that almost every American is familiar with the peculiar very beautiful, and may be very prettily applied, upon from experience. I had wandered about from room to occasion, to the visits of some of our earthly friends room, and now stood looking from a window of the especially if they happen to be ladies, who are quasi bar. It was ncar nightfall; and the rain poured down angels, of course. It is hardly right, however, that in torrents. Every thing looked as desolate and cheerCampbell should run away with all the credit of it, as
less, both within and without, as it is possible to imahe usually does, when he has evidently borrowed the gine, and I canght myself giving a yawn of despairing thought at least, and indeed almost all the words also, loneliness, so far beyond my capacity, as to cause infrom another poet, or two. Thus, Blair, in his “Grave," voluntary weeping, and to render the possibility of ever has
closing my mouth again without surgical assistance, at Like those of angels, short and far between:
least very remote ; when, suddenly, the cry of a young
negro belonging to the establishment, of “de stage, de and he appears to have stolen the thing from another stage,” arrested my attention. A moment after, the poet, a certain John Norris, who lived about two cen- lumbering weekly stage-coach (the only regular means turies ago, and has this line,
of communication between the inhabitants of this "loopLike angels' visits, short and bright.
hole of retreat” and the “Great Babel,") was driven Thus, it appears that Blair stole his fancy from Norris, up to the door, and the person, who (as I have every proved particularly by the word “shori,” the owner's reason to believe) is the author of the following memoir, mark upon it—and Campbell (thinking it no harm, I sprung from the box, where he had been perched along suppose, to steal from a thief-though the law, 1 be- side the driver. llis appearance was more like one lieve, is otherwise,) stole his from Blair; proved by the just “ rescued from a watery grave," than that of any words "far between”-only he has slipped in the word
His dress, I can only say, other imaginable creature.
is described in the curious paper hereio appended, with “few” for the word “short,” (to disguise the thing a little, or to catch the “apt alliteration” perhaps) though
a most religious regard to truth; a thing, by the way, it is highly probable that he had seen the original too,
which he afterward assured me, he had the most un. as he has "angel-visits” for “angels' visits,” (a very
conquerable respect for. I could not avoid being parslight alteration indeed,) which is not found in the copy. clements; for, beside the exposed seat he had occupied,
ticularly struck with his utter contempt of the raging So he has got the gem by a sort of double larceny ; and yet he is admired and applauded for it, as if it he perfectly astonished me, by pausing, in the greatest were really and fairly all his own.
sang froiil, immediately under the flood that was pourBy the way, the whole of the short stanza in which ing off the gutterless eaves of the projecting roof, long Norris gives us his line, is very pleasing, and worth enough to make a bow to the landiord, which would
hare graced a ball-room. quoting. It runs thus:
Mine host, (who was a proprietor of the coach,) after How fiding are the joys we dete upon,
returning this salute, and making another, scarcely reLike apparitions seen and gone :
garded, to the two passengers who had occupied the But those which soonest take their flight,
inside of the vehicle, and who wisely made the best of Are the most exquisite and strong. Like angels' visits, short and bright;
their way to a shelter from the storm, then asked the Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
driver why the other gentleman did not get inside; lo
which, Coachee, whose dialect proclaimed him a genuine And "he, he, he," echoed I: for despite the fellow's Johnny, made answer in this wise.
impudence, there was something so irresistibly quizzical "Vy, you see he said as ’ow he vosent no vays per- in his appearance, and so mirth-provoking was his leer, tic'ler, and ven I vent for to go for lo h’urgin 'pon 'im that the cavalier-air I had assumed melted away before the l'unreasonableness h’of the thing, he just said as it, notwithstanding my utmost efforts to preserve it. 'ow I'd h'obleege 'im by drivin' the faster."
Unfortunately too, his polite bow to the landlord pop“Wheclı thing's bin did,” grumblingly interpolated ped into my head at the instant. “You are a literary the Irish ostler, as he angrily snatched the reins from man, sir,” said he, taking off his lump of a hat, and the hand of the other, and jerked the horses around to. placing it beside a new beaver I had the satisfaction, at ward the stable-yard—“its the way thim nags looks, that time, of calling my own—" he, he, he; there is is a caution to the divil's own stablemin."
something comical in the contrast,” he continued, pointThe manner in which the driver here grasped his whip, ing to them, “ something comical as well as instructive appeared to me to be rather “a caution” to the groom of in ii-a lesson both moral and political-the poor a far less notable personage ; but Paddy was now out against the rich-ha, ha, ha. But to business." Here of his reach, and his evident intention was arrested by he seated himself, and pulled out the subjoined M.S. the voice of their common employer, the landlord. “I say, sir, you are a literary man ?”
“Whard you take that 'ar gentleman up? His name “Excuse me, sir, if you please,” said I, with a deis'nt on the way-bill, any how.”
plorable look at the paper he held—“ Not so much of "l'y, I can't say as ’ow I took 'm hup h’any wheres. a literary man as all that comes to, I do assure you. I He jist jumped on without h’ever my stoppin' the coach have a peculiar-do excuse me, sir-but I
protest I have at all. It was about the middle of that theer long a rery peculiar antipathy to hearing an author read his stretch of voods atwixt 'ere and He said as 'ow own productions. Truly, sir, I mean nothing personal; he'd pay the fare with his bill here, as he 'ad’nt no but pray excuse me." I had spoken truth merely, small change about him. He's a H'Inglish gen’man, “ Bravo!” exclaimed my griest, slapping my knee how somever. He knows the wery place I was born with a familiarity and force nothing but his seemingly in--but he's wery h'eccentric. Them H’Inglish gentry uncontrollable feelings on the subject could have exh’often is so—'alf the time you'd take 'em for no parts cused. And he pitched the M.S. on the table. “Bravo! of a gem'man whatsomever. But they h’only flams.” my very dear sir. You despise a literary trop, do you?
“Y-ers, likely,” drawled Boniface in a deprecia- Egad, so do I. It always gives me a cramp. I once tory tone.
fell upon a nest of authors in a garret in New YorkThe publican was rather a shrewd fellow; but he poor devils they were indeed, but merry. They always understood not his guest for all that, as you will soon called such a dilemma a trap. I see I was not mistapereeire.
ken. You are of the literati-a “true blue,” though I saw nothing of the “H’Inglish gem'man” after this, a masculine one. I know you by this token. Come, until about ten o'clock that night, and then it was not confess it, and shame one of Milton's principal heroes. without wonder that I did see him. The coach had You like to read your own productions to others as brought me a package of papers from an attentive friend, much as you dislike to hear theirs ? Come, don't deny as wet as so many rags steeped in water, and the land-it-I put you upon your honor.” Jord had given me a fire of hissing green wood and a “Why-really sir”-answered I slowly-and perrascally ta'low candle, about half as thick as my little ceiving by my hesitation that there might be truth in finger, in a little old-fashioned silver candlestick, to en- his surmise, or taking that proposition for granted, he jay them by. After the tedious process of carefully changed his chuckling "he, he, he,” into a broad horse unfolding and drying them, they lay scattered about, laugh. political and literary, indiscriminately. I was not in "Haw, haw, haw, haw, haw, haw,” vociferated my the most studious mood imaginable, and I had been care “eccentric" guest, with, apparently, the most heartfelt lessly skimming over the short articles, and pretty faith- delight. And, despite my renewed indignation at his fully intermitting the “lengthy” ones. On looking up putting me to the test of "honor,” I joined in the merry suddenly, I was not a little surprised to see the “eccen. peal with as much zest as himself. trie” gentleman looking over my shoulder with the most I felt the scene to be past measure ridiculous, and bland smile conceivable. If any thing could add to my even silly; but to stop laughing was an utter impossiastonishment at the visit, it was the simultaneous dis-bility. The “eccentric" commanded himself first. covery that he had entered the room, closed the door “We now laugh,” said he, suddenly assuming a deafter him, and walked up to me with such silence that I mureness of phiz, if possible, even more provocative of had not heard a single motion.
risibility than either his queer leer or his excessively "I came in, sir,” said he, "to ask pardon-and while ludicrous appearance-“We now laugh, sir, at our own I am on that subject, I may as well ask pardon for laughter-not at the cause which first moved us thereto. coming in-ha, ha, ha.”
There is a moral lesson in it-superlatively ridiculous, “Sir,” said I, rising and frowning, "your visit and but instructive-haw, haw, haw, haw." your speech are alike to me, perfectly enigmatical.” And superlatively ridiculous it was truly. I felt
“Likely, sir,” he replied coolly. “The fruit, says angry with the fellow, with his intrusion, with his conMadame Nature, must per force partake of the tree. I summate impudence, and with the idea of his making am myself a walking enigma-ihat is, my existence is me so completely a fool, and winding my feelings, as it so very much of a problem, that I really have never yet were, around his finger at will; above all, to tacitly acbeen able to come at the whys and wherefores of it-he, knowledge a fellow-feeling with such a wretch! But if he, he.”
the hero of Milton, to whom he had alluded, had stood