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soldier, and bidding Dominge make flung under the feet of D'Aubigné's his men lie down so as to be unseen, charger. D'Aubigné sprang on the he waited until a considerable num- ground, and endeavoured to place ber had crossed the river, then rush- his brave comrade across his saddle; ed on them while still in the confu- but, streaming with blood and faint, sion of landing, and killed no less he was knocked down, and fell with than sixty, with the loss of only one three dying men over him. All were on his side. Still it was evident now thinking only of fight, when that to proceed was dangerous, and Dominge, looking back, saw D'AuVachonniere proposed an immediate bigné, by an extraordinary exertion retreat. Yet D’Aubigné, feeling a of strength, throw off the bodies, strong curiosity to know the cause and, rising to his feet, desperately of so large an assemblage, and see- defend himself against a circle of ing some detachments of them cross- the enemy. Moved at the sight, he ing higher up the river, wished to induced three of his officers to turn reconnoitre them once more, and with him, who, rushing on the cirfor that purpose moved his troop to cle, broke through it, and rescued attack them again in the baste of D'Aubigné, after he had wounded their landing. This was an unfor. three of his assailants so severely, tunate movement. The soldiers, that one died of his wounds. He animated with their success, and now succeeded in setting D’Aueager to crush their enemy at once, bigné on horseback, and in bearing hurried on until the march became a him, though frequently obliged to run, and in this disorder they found fight their pursuers, who continued themselves in front of their oppo- to press them, until they reached a nents, who received them steadily. small rear.guard which had preThey were greatly outnumbered, served its order, and made face for and began rapidly to fall into con- the time. The soldiers again raged fusion. At this moment they were to renew the attack, and revenge charged by a strong body of horse their defeat; but they must bave which had formed unperceived be- been undone but for the fortunate hind the town, with the governor at retreat of the enemy, who fell back their head. All order was now lost, towards their town, Mauzevin haand the fight was continued only ving been wounded in this singu. through the inveterate fury of the larly sharp encounter. D'Aubigné's soldiers. Vacbonniere was mor- troop had left nearly half their numtally wounded in the mêlée, and ber on the field.

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Taat pbilosopher was an ass, mer clouds—to hang on summer who, trembling at the peril inherit- flowers-to lose their time with ed with his eyes, resolved to avoid unprofitable exhalations, or to try all mischief by pulling them out. to spell the mystery of the stars! We kuow, that in this narrow, No; prudently disciplined, the ocugloomy passage, called the world, lar servants help their masters to eyes are, so to speak, edged tools- dress and to undress—to save them hurting the wearer. We know thatfrom posts and pillars when abroad deceived by them, we often shake - to eat their meat-and to take esa and wonder at a stalking giant, when, pecial care that no shilling, be a in truth, the Polyphemus is only a counterfeit. Alas! though the best swaggering mountebank on wood. philosophers lack such wisdom, en stilts, -and doff our caps to a Barnaby Palms was endowed with glistering glory, which, stript of its it to fulness. Locke has said, that outside, is more loathsome than an two men looking at a rainbow, do ape. On the other hand, how many, not, indeed, see the same rainbow. with a wise tyranny, use their eyes (Two men, looking at one guinea, as the meanest vassals, never suffer- are, we conceive, quite in another ing them to play truant in the sum- position.) Now, Barnaby never

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thought of trusting his eyes but with the approaching event-that he felt the lowest duties, instinctively keep- some odd twitchings at the heart, as ing them from all delicate embar. he stared at the old wainscot, with rassments. In the petty, menial its every worm-hole familiar to him wants of life, Barnaby might em- -that a something rose

to his ploy his eyes; in the momentous throat, as he looked out upon the concerns of this world, he winked, sea, tumbling and roaring in conand securely-felt his way.

cert with a January gale--at that At the green age of eighteen, Bar- sea which had sung his early lullanaby possessed the ripe fruit of two bies—that his heart, like the ocean

But the truth is, Barnaby shell, still responded to the sound. had never been a child. lo the It is reasonable to believe-though nurse's arms, he was a very mani- we cannot substantiate the fact kin, showing an extraordinary pre- that some such emotions rose in the cocity in his choice of the ripest bosom of the pilgrim. Of this, apple and the biggest cake. Left however, we are certain : Barnaby as a legacy to an only uncle, the looked with the eyes of a devotee boy flourished after his “ own sweet towards a small leathern bag, lying will,” unchecked and unassisted on the table at the right hand of his save by the scantily-paid attentions uncle; and Barnaby continued to of a well-meaning pedagogue, vege- gaze at the string securing the neck, tating in a hamlet some six miles until, distracted by the appearance from the Kentish coast. Poor Jo- of Patience Mills, who--the more shua! he might have learned of his serious portion of the breakfast conscholar-might have sucked world- sumed-entered with a dozen eggs. ly wisdom even from the suckling. Now, Patience had a face as We repeat it: at eighteen Barnaby round, and cheeks as red, as any was a match for grey hairs.

pippin, -eyes blue as heaven,and Barnaby had a deep respect for a mouth, as a certain young man on his uncle; in fact, so deep, it all the coast avowed, sweet as a honeybut sank to fear. Thus our hero comb. Nevertheless, had Patience spared no pains to feel his way to been some smoke dried hag, Barnathe heart of bis relation, who, be it' by. had not visited her with looks understood, enjoyed the reputation of less charitable. Patience replied to a wealthy man,-albeit, oid inhabit- the glance by a giggle, solacing berants of the town would sometimes selt, when out of hearing, by mutmarvel how his wealth had been ac- tering.“ glad he's going." Barnaby quired. Palms, senior, dwelt in a looked at his uncle's fingers, and huge dilapidated mansion within then at the bag. Heedless of the gunshot of the sea; his household hint, old Palms took an egg. consisting of an old man and his “ Come, eat, Barney; eat. Ye'il daughter, a pretty, gay-hearted lass have a cold ride to London: the of eighteen. Old Palms was seated north wind's edged like a scythe. in his oak parlour, steadily employ- What! not take eggs?". ed upon a breakfast, of wbich beef “ Doat on 'em, uncle," cried Barand Kentish ale, with an incidental naby, aroused, like Shylock, from drop of white brandy, formed the a dream of money. bags.” The principal part. Before him sat Bar- fact is, Barnaby had that day deternaby in trim travelling attire. He mined to like every thing: on that looked and spoke the creature of occasion he wished to leave a vivid humility. Could he have made the impression of his meekness and hutransfer, he would have given his mility. " Quite a weazel at eggs, soul to his uncle as readily as he uncle," continued Barnaby, and he advanced the mustard. The truth began to chip the shell. Now, it so is, Barnaby was about to enter the happened that Barnaby had fallen world: he had drawn on his boots upon an egg wbich, on being openfor the great pilgrimage of life. In ed, emitted conclusive evidence of a few hours and he must feel his its antiquity. Old Palms, instantly way through the crowd of London, perceiving the work of time, roared to being destined to the warehouse of Barnaby to cast the abomination out Messrs Nokes and Styles, mercers, of the window. Barnaby, however, City. Hence the reader may ima- determined to give an example of gine that Barnaby was subdued by his economy of his indifference to his spoon.

petty annoyance-sat like a statue, even so: he cared not for his egg still holding the egg between his over fresh.” thumb and finger-his uncle apply- The avowed taste of Barnaby was ing the same instruments to his own not lost upon his uncle. The old nose.

man looked through the youth with “ Out with it, Barney!”. Barney a thinking eye-an eye that seemed smiled a remonstrance, and handled to read his moral anatomy, and then

“ Zounds !” cried old uttered a long “ hem !” at the same Palms, almost grinning through his time stretching his hand to the mo, disgust at what he deemed the ig- ney-bag. Invisible fingers were norance or simplicity of his nephew playing on the heart-strings of Bar

" Zounds! nephew – why — ha, naby, whilst, from the corner of his ha !-you'll never eat it?"

eye, he watched his uncle slowly Barnaby, mistaking the humour of untie the strip of knotted leather bis uncle, nodded knowingly. which “compressed the god with

" You will ? I tell you 'tis a in." The bag was opened ; its glomusty egg-a bad egg-pah! the rious contents blazed on the table; egg stinks!”

and as they rang upon the oak, Barnaby looked as though he be. Barnaby instinctively rose to his lieved he had won his unele's heart feet, standing respectfully uucoverfor ever, and then complacently ed in " the presence.” made answer, " I don't care for eggs “ Barney,” said old Palms, and reover fresh.

verently laid his hand upon the gold, Now, we boldly declare the egg “ Barney, my child, you see the of Barnaby to be a grander subject little hoard I've set apart for you.” for the moralist and the romance- The life-blood of Barnaby tingled in writer than either the egg of Colum- his very eyes, and his ears rang with bus, the famous roc's egg of the music. “You see the few savings Easteru Princess, the golden egg and scrapings I have made for the of Esop, or the egg of Mother child of my brother. For I feared Goose. Reader, pause a moment, that you, an innocent, unprotected, and reflect on the prosperity of unassisted lad, would need the aid whole bordes of people, whose suc- which money can alone afford. cess in life is solely attributable Barney, I trembled for the softness to their participating in the taste of of your heart—the simplicity of your Barnaby. Look at his lordship, nature.” Here Barney felt almost sparkling with honours, and padded in peril of tears. “ Yes, Barney, with bank paper! know ye to what these were my weak anxieties, my he owes all this? Ob, doubtless to foolish fears.” Saying which, the his bigh statesmanlike qualities, old man began to return the guineas his profound knowledge-bis inde- to the bag. During the operation, fatigable industry. Not so, not so ; not a word was spoken. Barney, the simple story is, he was wont to scarcely venturing to breathe, stood confidentially breakfast with the with his head bent on his breast, and Minister, and on such occasions

one eye on the table, silent and subshowed that he “cared not for his dued. The tinkling of the gold-the eggs over fresh.” But shall we stay voice of Barney's fortune, was alone at courts and courtiers ? No; from audible; and, as pote followed note, a palace to a workshop there is ever the young expectant became possome ductile eater-some omnivo. sessed as though he listened to rous, obsequious Barney at break- angelic trumpets. The bag being fast, who has made, or looks to filled, Palms proceeded to tie its make, a figure in the world by not mouth, talking as he leisurely tied. caring for his eggs

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Barney, I find my fears were the Many are the ways in which the tale fears of ignorance. You need not may be told. There is Tom Spangle, such a sum as this; you are already a handsome, healthy, six-foot ani- rich in strength-in wisdom.” mal of two-and-thirty. He had not “ I, uncle?” cried Barnaby, sena ehilling; now, he rides blood, and sitively shrinking from the compliwrites cheques. Do you know the ment, and at the same time-struck secret of the change? Very well; by the manner of Palms-breaking be married the ancient, yellow wi. into a profuse sweat.

“ I strong? dow of an army-contractor. Ay, I wise ? Oh, uncle !”

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Come, Barney, why so modest? world, cares not for his eggs' overI say, strength and wisdom, as the fresh,' will, in the end, flourish as world goes, are yours. Here we've well though he begin with five guia hundred guineas in this little bag; neas, as with five thousand.” what then? to a lad of your wit The tone and manner of old Palms they're of little worth. You'll never forbade any reply on the part of bis miss 'em. Now, here," and Palms nephew, who, nevertheless, received slid the coin along the table, “ here the eulogy with a sulkiness worthy are five guineas.

of the great cynic. Indeed, had « Five! uncle!”

Barnaby pocketed five snow-balls, “ Five. The reward of your skill he could not have looked more blank -of the skill you have shown this and frozen; could not have mounted morning."

the borrowed horse, ready saddled “ Five guineas ? skill? uncle!” to convey him to London, with more

“Never doubt it, Barney; take up reluctant leg, with grimmer countethe money, and never mistrust that nance. No wonder; Barnaby thought head of thine; for well I know, that he had securely felt his way: now the fellow who, in this working Barnaby had lost ninety-five guineas.

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CHAPTER II.

There is a golden volume yet to place, and now dining off plate be written on the first struggles of cheek by jowl with my lord. Barney forlorn genius in London- magnifi- was speedily warm, as in wool, in cent, miserable, ennobling, degrad- the house of Messrs Nokes and ing London. If all who have suf- Styles; and with the combined wisfered would confess their sufferings dom and delicacy of a spider, began -would show themselyes in the to feel his way to the foibles of his stark, shivering squalor in which employers. Nokes was a man of

a they first walked her streets-would brass - Styles a string of willow. paint the wounds which first bled in Assured of this, Barnaby immeher garrets—what a book might be diately felt the propriety of bowing placed in the hands of pride!-what to the one, and bending the other. stern, wholesome rebukes for the “Look at that lazy brute, - he selfish sons of fortune !-what sus- doesn't draw a single pound,” retaining sweetness for the faint of marked the observing Nokes, as one spirit! It is true, the letters might evening, standing at bis warehouse be of blood—the tales, of agony and door, he contemplated the progress horror-of noble natures looking of a passing waggon. serenely, with the hungry fox goaw. "Not balf-a-pound, sir," chimed ing their bowels--of disappointment in Barnaby; "and yet, I doubt nos, sivking to despair-of misery, dream- he eats his share of corn and hay. ing of, and wooing death ; and then But this it is to be, as one may say, how many petty shifts to mask a in partnership with those who will haggard face with smiles-how many puli." self-denials—how many artifices to “Right, Barnaby;” and the counhide a nakedness from laughing tenance of Nokes darkened, as he scorn! Nor would the tome be all watched the easy-going quadruped. of wretchedness. No: beautiful They who will work, may work. emanations of the human heart-the Will Mr Styles be here to-day?" kindest ministerings of human affec. It is our hope that the query of tions would sweeten and exalt many Barnaby was unconsciously coupled a sad history. How often should we with his profound views of the disfind the lowly comforting the high tribution of labour-that he had -the ignorant giving lessons to the innocently let fall a fpark on ihe accomplished—the poor of earth train of Nokes's smothered feelings. aiding and sustaining the richly. If, on the contrary, the conflagration dowered !

were premeditated, the moral incenBarnaby was in London; but not diary must have glowed at the flat-our heart bounds as we declare it tering proof of bis success; for --not to add to the pumber of splen- Nokes was all but suffocated. The did vagabonds, now thrust from her blood rushed to his fare-retreated thresholds to sleep in the market -rusbed on-came back-present

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ing unto Barney as fine an exhibition that Barnaby never opened his of "humours and spirits” as that mouth, that the poor man did not recorded by the learned Peireskins, feel shaken on his throne. who at the cost of some words, set “ A most comfortable sermon, forth the useful lesson he acquired Barney ? ” remarked Styles, with a through "an augmenting.glass or certain air of interrogation. "Most microscope,”-showing how a cer- comfortable ?” tain plebeian animal “setting him- “ I'm a wicked creature, if I self to wrestle with a flea, was 80 wouldn't have given a guinea for incensed that his blood ran down Mr Nokes to hear it. Did you obfrom head to foot, and from foot to serve, sir, how that gentleman with head again!” Wise Peireskins ! the scarlet face and powdered head true philosopher! who from the was moved ? Pray, sir, who is bickerings of small despised ani- he?” mals extracteth better wisdom, Humph! He's newly retired learneth surer self-government, than among us, Barney; I-I forget his the unthinking million carry from a name; but they tell me he has in his dog-fight, yea, from a bull-bait ! time been a great player." (Reader, when thou shalt behold a “ No doubt, sir; no doubt. Every Nokes bursting with envy, hatred, word of the preacher seemed to and uncharitableness, think of the enter him like a bodkin! A great learned lord of Peiriesk and his player! poor wretch! Surely, sir, little monitor-ponder, and let thy he can't have made all his money by soul be instructed.)

playing?” “ Lack-a-day! i'd quite forgot; • Every penny, Barney." 'tis Epsom races,” continued Barney, “ He keeps a coach !” cried Bar. in self-reproval of his unnecessary ney, in a modulated tone of polite question, the face of Nokes again amazement. suddenly resembling a chemist's A house," added Styles “ that bottle by candlelight. Epsom did belong to the member of the races !” repeated the speaker, in a county- a town mansion-and a tone that left nothing further to be shooting-box.” advanced upon the subject. And “And all won by playing ? Mercy Nokes evidently judged the words upon us! The devil offers great to be conclusive; for feeling-like temptations !” moralized Barney. a patriot at a public dinner-more “Say what we will of him, Barthan he could express, with a wis- ney,” responded Styles, with exemdom rarely exhibited on such occaplary liberality towards a fallen foe; sions, he spoke not at all. He say what we will of him, I am merely jerked out his watch ; and, afraid the devil is no fool.” at a glance, calculated that in two “And-and"-asked Barney, with hours at most he should be looked a face somewhat uncorded from its for to join his friends at whist. first rigidity—“what may the gen

Mr Styles, in addition to his love tleman have most played ?” of horse flesh, bad a passion for the “I can't exactly tell, but I believe rural and picturesque. He kept a principally low parts ; such as footcountry house, under whose hospi- men, clowns, and country boys!" table roof Barney was wont at times “ Parts ! I mean games? Chickento eat a Sabbath meal, having pre- hazard - short-whist - roulette viously attended his inviter to the rouge-et-noir-or”—and Barney for parish church It was a sight to some seconds continued the invenmelt the thoughtless youth of Bride- tory, with aknowledge of the subject, well to behold Barney during ser- quite extraordinary as unexpected. vice. There he was, pinned to the “ Games! Understand me, Barside of his employer; now seeking ney; I tell you the man was an out the lessons of the day-now, actor, a stage player.” with open mouth and staring eye- Barney could not subdue a look balls (an expression of features not of disappointment: in a moment, disgraceful to any tombstone), out- however, he returned to the subject. singing a numerous Sunday-school, “ Actor or not, I am sure he must shrilly piping in the gallery. It is have played. La, sir, did you see true, the clerk would cast a look of him when the doctor thundered at bitterness; but then, it was avowed gaming ?” Truth to say, Styles was

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