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London at which I could find him. where I am to be found. But I would He gave me as his direction the same gladly be where I was, before-" He lodging at which I had so often visited did not finish the sentence. I pressed him. If there be no vacancy there his hand and left him. for me," said he, “I shall leave word

CHAPTER XCII.

Some days have elapsed; we are in Trevanion. His gipsy nurture, his London, my father with us; and loose associates, his extravagant Roland has permitted Austin to tell French romances, his theatrical mode me his tale, and received through of looking upon love intrigues and Austin all that Vivian's narrative to stage plots, seemed all to rise between me suggested, whether in extenuation his intelligence and the due sense of of the past, or in hope of redemption the fraud and treachery he had pracin the future. And Austin has inex- tised. He seemed to feel more shame pressibly soothed bis brother. And at the exposure than at the guilt; Roland's ordinary roughness has gone, more despair at the failure of success and his looks are meek, and his voice than gratitude at escape from crime. low. But he talks little, and smiles In a word, the nature of a whole life never. He asks me no questions; was not to be remodelled at once-at does not to me name his son, nor least by an artificer so unskilled as I. recur to the voyage to Australia, nor After one of these interviews, I stole ask why it is put off,' nor interest into the room where Austin sat with himself as before in preparations for Roland, and, watching a seasonable it-he has no heart for anything. moment when Roland, shaking off a

The voyage is put off till the next leverie, opened his Bible, and sat vessel sails, and I have seen Vivian down to it, with each muscle in his twice or thrice, and the result of the face set, as I had seen it before, into interviews has disappointed and de- iron resolution, I beckoned my father pressed me. It seems to me that from the room. much of the previous effect I had pro- PISISTRATUS.--I have again seen duced is already obliterated. At the my cousin. I cannot make the way I very sight of the great Babel-the wish. My dear father, you must see evidence of the ease, the luxury, the him. wealth, the pomp, the strife, the MR CAXTON.-I-yes, assuredly, penury, the famine, and the rags, if I can be of any service. But will which the focus of civilisation, in the he listen to me? disparities of old societies, inevitably P ISISTRATUS.-I think so. A young gathers together—the fierce combative man will often respect in his elder, disposition seemed to awaken again; what he will resent as a presumption the perverted ambition, the hostility in his contemporary. to the world ; the wrath, the scorn ; MR CAXTON.-It may be so: (then, the war with man, and the rebellious more thoughtfully,) but you describe murmur against Heaven. There was this strange boy's mind as a wreck !-still the one redeeming point of repen- in what part of the mouldering timbers tance for his wrongs to his father-his can I fix the grappling-hook? Here, heart was still softened there; and, it seems that most of the supports on attendant on that softness, I hailed a which we can best rely, when we would principle more like that of honour than save another, fail us. Religion, hoI had yet recognised in Vivian. He nour, the associations of childhood, cancelled the agreement which had the bonds of home, filial obedienceassured him of a provision at the cost even the intelligence of self-interest, of his father's comforts. "At least, in the philosophical sense of the word. there," he said, “I will injure him no And I, too!-a mere book-man! My more !"

dear son !-I despair! But while, on this point, repentance PIŞISTRATUS.-No, you do not deseemed genuine, it was not so with spair- no, you must succeed ; for, if regard to his conduct towards Miss you do not, what is to become of VOL. LXVI.-NO. CCCCVI.

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Uncle Roland? Do you not see his coarseness of thought which those heart is fast breaking ?

absorbed wholly in practical affairs Mr CAXTON.-Get me my hat; I often contract-of this kindness, so will go. I will save this Ishmael noble and so touching, Roland seemed -I will not leave him till he is scarcely aware. He sat by the emsaved!

bers of the neglected fire, his hands PISISTRATUS (some minutes after, grasping the arms of his elbow-chair, as they are walking toward's Vivian's his head drooping on his bosom; and lodgings.)-You ask me what support only by a deep hectic flush on his you are to cling to! A strong and a dark cheek could you have seen that good one, sir.

he distinguished between an ordinary MR CAXTON.-Ay, what is that ? visitor and the man whose child he

PISISTRATUS.-Affection! There is had helped to save. This minister of a nature capable of strong affection at state-this high member of the elect, the core of this wild heart! He could at whose gift are places, peerages, love his mother ; tears gush to his gold sticks, and ribbons—has nothing eyes at her name— he would have at his command for the bruised spirit starved rather than part with the of the half-pay soldier. Before that memorial of that love. It was his be- poverty, that grief, and that pride, the lief in his father's indifference or dis King's Counsellor was powerless. like that hardened and embruted him Only when Trevanion rose to depart, -it is only when he hears how that something like a sense of the soothing father loved him, that I now melt his intention which the visit implied pride and curb his passions. You seemed to rouse the repose of the old have affection to deal with !-do you man, and to break the ice at its surdespair now?

face; for he followed Trevanion to the My father turned on me those eyes door, took both his hands, pressed so inexpressibly benign and mild, and them, then turned away, and resumed replied softly, “No!"

his seat. Trevanion beckoned to me, We reached the house; and my and I followed him down stairs, and father said, as we knocked at the into a little parlour which was unocdoor, “If he is at home, leave me. cupied. This is a hard study to which you After some remarks upon Roland, have set me; I must work at it full of deep and considerate feeling, alone." Vivian was at home, and the and one quick, hurried reference to door closed on his visitor. My father the son-to the effect that his guilty stayed some hours.

attempt would never be known by the On returning home, to my great world-Trevanion then addressed himsurprise I found Trevanion with myself to me with a warmth and urgency uncle. He had found us out—no easy that took me by surprise. " After matter, I should think. But a good what has passed," he exclaimed, “I impulse in Trevanion was not of that cannot suffer you to leave England feeble kind which turns home at the thus. Let me not feel with you, as sight of a difficulty. He had come to with your uncle, that there is nothing London on purpose to see and to by which I can repay-no, I will not thank us.

so put it. Stay and serve your country I did not think there had been so at home: it is my prayer—it is Ellimuch of delicacy-of what I may call nor's. Out of all at my disposal, it the “ beauty of kindness”-in a man will go hard but what I shall find whom incessant business had rendered something to suit you." And then, ordinarily blunt and abrupt. I hardly hurrying on, Trevanion spoke flatterrecognised the impatient Trevanion ingly of my pretensions, in right of in the soothing, tender, subtle respect birth and capabilities, to honourable that rather implied than spoke grati- employment, and placed before me a tude, and sought to insinuate what he picture of public life-its prizes and owed to the unhappy father, without distinctions—which, for the moment touching on his wrongs from the son. at least, made my heart beat loud and But of this kindness—which showed my breath come quick. But still, how Trevanion's high nature of gen- even then, I felt (was it an unreasontleman raised him aloof from that able pride?) that there was something that jarred, something that humbled, mise that I would consider and let him in the thought of holding all my for- know. tunes as a dependency on the father With that promise he was forced to of the woman I loved, but might not content himself; he told me to direct aspire to ;- something even of per- to him at his favourite country-seat, sonal degradation in the mere feeling whither he was going that day, and that I was thus to be repaid for a so left me. I looked round the humservice, and recompensed for a loss. ble parlour of the mean lodging-house, But these were not reasons I could and Trevanion's words came again advance; and, indeed, so for the time before me like a flash of golden light. did Trevanion's generosity and elo- I stole into the open air, and wanquence overpower me, that I could dered through the crowded streets, only falter out my thanks, and my pro- agitated and disturbed.

CHAPTER XCIII.

now."

Several days elapsed-and of each I have had to encounter with my day my father spent a considerable charge, nor to repeat all the means part at Vivian's lodgings. But he which, acting on your suggestion, (a maintained a reserve as to his success, correct one,) I have employed to begged me not to question him, and arouse feelings long dormant and conto refrain also for the present from fused, and allay others, long premavisiting my cousin. My uncle guessed turely active, and terribly distinct. or knew his brother's mission; for I The evil was simply this: here was observed that, whenever Austin went the intelligence of a man in all that noiseless away, his eye brightened, is evil-and the ignorance of an inand the colour rose in a hectic flush fant in all that is good. In matters to his cheek. At last my father came merely worldly, what wonderful acuto me one morning, his carpet-bag in men! in the plain principles of right his hand, and said, "I am going and wrong, what gross and stolid away for a week or two. Keep Ro obtuseness! At one time, I am strainland company till I return."

ing all my poor wit to grapple in an " Going with him?"

encounter on the knottiest mysteries “ With him."

of social life ; at another, I am guid“ That is a good sign."

ing reluctant fingers over the horn“I hope so; that is all I can say book of the most obvious morals.

Here hieroglyphics, and there potThe week had not quite passed hooks! But as long as there is affecwhen I received from my father the tion in a man, why, there is Nature letter I am about to place before the to begin with! To get rid of all the reader; and you may judge how ear- rubbish laid upon her, clear back the nestly his soul must have been in the way to that Nature, and start afresh task it had volunteered, if you observe that is one's only chance. how little, comparatively speaking, the "Well, by degrees I won my way, letter contains of the subtleties and waiting patiently till the bosom, pedantries (may the last word be par- pleased with the relief, disgorged itself doned, for it is scarcely a just one) of all its perilous stuff,'—not chiding which ordinarily left my father a -not even remonstrating, seeming scholar even in the midst of his emo- almost to sympathise, till I got him Sotions. He seemed here to have aban- cratically to disprove bimself. When doned his books, to have put the I saw that he no longer feared mehuman heart before the eyes of his that my company had become a relief pupil, and said, “Read, and un- to him-I proposed an excursion, and learn !"

did not tell him whither.

“Avoiding as much as possible the To PISISTRATUS Caxton.

main north road, (for I did not wish, “MY DEAR SON,- It were needless as you may suppose, to set fire to a to tell you all the earlier difficulties train of associations that might blow

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us up to the dog-star,) and, where that innocence-to protect her name! A avoidance was not possible, travelling good name is something, then. Your by night, I got him into the neigh father was not so wrong to prize it. bourhood of the old Tower. I would You would like yours to be that which not admit him under its roof. But your sister would be proud to own! you know the little inn, three miles " While we were talking, Blanche off the trout stream ?-we made our suddenly came to the spot, and rushed abode there.

to my arms. She looked on him as a " Well, I have taken him into the stranger; but I saw his knees tremvillage, preserving his incognito. I ble. And then she was about to put have entered with him into cottages, her hand in his-but I drew her back. and turned the talk upon Roland. Was I cruel? He thought 30. But You know how your uncle is adored; when I dismissed her, I replied to his you know what anecdotes of his bold, reproach, Your sister is a part of warm-hearted youth once, and now Home. If you think yourself worthy of his kind and charitable age, would of either, go and claim both; I will spring up from the garrulous lips of not object. She has my mother's gratitude! I made him see with his eyes,' said he, and walked away. I own eyes, hear with his own ears, left him to muse amidst the ruins, how all who knew Roland loved and while I went in to see your poor honoured him--except his son. Then mother, and relieve her fears about I took him round the ruins-(still not Roland, and make her understand suffering him to enter the house,) for why I could not yet return home, those ruins are the key to Roland's " This brief sight of his sister has character-seeing them, one sees the sunk deep into him. But I now appathos in his poor foible of family proach what seems to me the great pride. There, you distinguish it from difficulty of the whole. He is fully the insolent boasts of the prosperous, anxious to redeem his name—to reand feel that it is little more than the gain his home. So far so well. But pious reverence to the dead-' the he cannot yet see ambition, except tender culture of the tomb.' We sat with hard, worldly eyes. He still down on heaps of mouldering stone, fancies that all he has to do is to get and it was there that I explained to money and power, and some of those him what Roland was in youth, and empty prizes in the Great Lottery, what he had dreamed that a son which we often win more easily by would be to him. I showed him the our sins than our virtues. (Here graves of his ancestors, and explained follows a long passage from Seneca, to him why they were sacred in Ro- omitted as superfluous.) He does not land's eyes! I had gained a great yet even understandme-or, if he does, way, when he longed to enter the he fancies me a mere bookworm inhome that should have been his; and deed, when I imply that he might be I could make him pause of his own poor, and obscure, at the bottom of accord, and say, “No, I must first be fortune's wheel, and yet be one we worthy of it.' Then you would have should be proud of! He supposes smiled--sly satirist that you are—to that, to redeem his name, he has only have heard me impressing upon this got to lacker it. · Don't think me acute, sharp-witted youth, all that we merely the fond father, when I add plain folk understand by the name of my hope that I shall use you to adHOME-its perfect trust and truth, its vantage here. I mean to talk to him simple holiness, its exquisite happi- to-morrow, as we return to London, ness-being to the world what con- of you, and of your ambition : you science is to the human mind. And shall hear the result. after that, I brought in his sister, " At this moment, (it is past midwhom till then he had scarcely named night,) I hear his step in the room --for whom he scarcely seemed to above me. The window-sash aloft care - brought her in to aid the opens - for the third time; would father, and endear the home. “And to Heaven he could read the true you know,' said I, that if Roland astrology of the stars! There they were to die, it would be a brother's are - bright, luminous, benignant. duty to supply his place; to shield her And I seeking to chain this wandering comet into the harmonies of hea- of looking down on those at the foot, ven! Better task than that of astro- but the warmer yearning of a generlogers, and astronomers to boot! Who ous heart; your ambition was to repair among them can loosen the band of your father's losses minister to your Orion ?'—but who amongst us may father's very foible, in his idle desire not be permitted by God to have sway of fame-supply to your uncle what over the action and orbit of the he had lost in his natural heir-link human soul ?

your success to useful objects, your “Your ever affectionate father, interests to those of your kind, your

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smiles of those you loved. That was Two days after the receipt of this thine ambition, O my tender Analetter, came the following; and though chronism! And when, as I closed the I would fain suppress those references sketch, I said, Pardon me : you to myself which must be ascribed to a know not what delight a father feels, father's partiality, yet it is so needful when, while sending a son away from to retain them in connexion with him into the world, he can speak and Vivian, that I have no choice but to think thus of him! But this, you leave the tender flatteries to the in see, is not your kind of ambition. dulgence of the kind.

Let us talk of making money, and

driving a coach-and-four through this "MY DEAR SON -I was not too villanous world,'—your cousin sank sanguine as to the effect that your into a profound reverie, and when he simple story would produce upon your woke from it, it was like the waking of cousin. Without implying any con- the earth after a night in spring—the trast to his own conduct, I described bare trees had put forth buds ! that scene in which you threw your- “And, some time after, he startled self upon our sympathy, in the struggle me by a prayer that I would permit between love and duty, and asked for him, with his father's consent, to our counsel and support; when Ro- accompany you to Australia. · The land gave you his blunt advice to tell only answer I have given him as all to Trevanion; and when, amidst yet, has been in the form of a quessuch sorrow as the heart in youth tion: Ask yourself if I ought ? I seems scarcely large enough to hold, cannot wish Pisistratus to be other you caught at truth impulsively, and than he is; and unless you agree with the truth bore you safe from the ship- him in all his principles and objects, wreck. I recounted your silent and ought I to incur the risk that you manly struggles—your resolution not should give him your knowledge of the to suffer the egotism of passion to world, and inoculate him with your unfit you for the aims and ends of ambition ?' He was struck, and had that spiritual probation which we call the candour to attempt no reply. LIFE. I showed you as you were, "Now, Pisistratus, the doubt I still thoughtful for us, interested in expressed to him is the doubt I feel. our interests-smiling on us, that we For, indeed, it is only by home-truths, might not guess that you wept in not refining arguments, that I can secret! Oh, my son—my son! do deal with this unscholastic Scythian, not think that, in those times, I did who, fresh from the Steppes, comes to not feel and pray for you! And while puzzle me in the Portico. he was melted by my own emotion, “On the one hand, what is to beI turned from your love to your am- come of him in the Old World ? At bition. I made him see that you, his age, and with his energies, it too, had known the restlessness which would be impossible to cage him with belongs to young ardent natures; that us in the Cumberland ruins; weariyou, too, had your dreams of fortune, ness and discontent would undo all and aspirations for success. But I we could do. He has no resource in painted that ambition in its true books-and I fear never will have ! colours: it was not the desire of a sel. But to send him forth into one of the fish intellect, to be in yourself a some- overcrowded professions — to place body-a something-raised a step or him amidst all those disparities of two in the social ladder, for the pleasure social life,' on the rough stones of

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