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Vincent ! I can only help you with if you listen to him, will keep you my prayers.”

out of trouble. The trouble he “ But dear, dear, Mr Tufton!” takes and the money he spends for cried his wife, “ bless you, the chapel Salem Chapel is, mark my words, is twice as full as it was six months unknown — and,” added the old ago—and natural too, with a nice pastor, awfully syllabling the long young man."

word in his solemn bass, “in-con“My dear !" said the old minis- ceiv-able." ter in reproof. “Yes, quite natural “ He is a bore and an ass for all -curiosity about a stranger ; but that,” said the daring invalid opmy young brother must not be posite, with perfect equanimity, as elated ; nor discouraged when they if uttering the most patent and drop off. A young pastor's start in apparent of truths. life is attended by many trials. give in to him, Mr Vincent. A There is always a little excitement pretty business you will have with at first, and an appearance of seats them all," she continued, dropping letting and the ladies very polite to her knitting-needles and lifting her you. Take it easily, my dear brother! pale-blue eyes, with their sudden Don't expect too much. In a year green gleam, to the face of the newor two-by-and-by, when things comer with a rapid perception of settle down—then you can see how his character, which, having no it's going to be."

sympathy in it, but rather a cer“But don't you think it possible tain mischievous and pleased satisthat things may never settle down, faction in his probable discomfiture, but continue rising up instead?” gave anything but comfort to the said Mr Vincent, making a little object of her observation. venture in the inspiration of the are something new for them to pet moment.

and badger. I wonder how long Mr Tufton shook his head and they'll be of killing Mr Vincent. raised his large hands slowly, with Papa's tough ; but you remember, a deprecating regretful motion, to mamma, they finished off the other hold them over the fire.

man before us in two years." he's got the fever already," said the "Oh, hush, Adelaide, hush ! old minister. “My dear young bro- you'll frighten Mr Vincent," cried ther, you shall have my experience the kind little mother, with

uneasy to refer to always. You're always looks: “when he comes to see us welcome to my advice. Dear Tozer and cheer us up—as I am sure is said to me just yesterday, “You very kind of him—it is a shame to point out the pitfalls to him, Mr put all sorts of things in his head, Tufton, and give him your advice, as papa and you do. Never mind and I'll take care that he shan't go Adelaide, Mr Vincent, dear. Do wrong outside,' says dear Tozer. Ah, your duty, and never fear anybody; an invaluable man !"

that's always been my maxim, and “But a little disposed to inter- I've always found it answer. Not fere, I think," said Vincent, with going away, are you? Dear, dear! an irrestrainable inclination to show and we've had no wise talk at all, his profound disrelish of all the and never once asked for your poor advice which was about to be given dear mother-quite well, I hope ? him.

and Miss Susan? You should have Mr Tufton raised his heavy fore- them come and see you, and cheer finger and shook it slowly. “No you up. Well, good morning, if -no. Be careful, my dear bro- you must go ; don't be long before ther. You must keep well with you come again.” your deacons. You must not take “ And, my dear young brother, up prejudices against them. Dear don't take up any prejudices," inTozer is a man of a thousand—a terposed Mr Tufton, in tremulous man of a thousand ! Dear Tozer, bass, as he pressed Vincent's half

“ Alas!

reluctant fingers in that large soft the aspect of such a place, required flabby ministerial hand. Adelaide an amount of illusion and glamour added nothing to these valedictions; which the young minister could but when she too had received his not summon into his eyes. It was leavetaking, and he had emerged not the centre of light in a dark from the shadow of the geraniums, place, the simple tribune from the observer paused once more in which the people's preacher should her knitting. “ This one will not proclaim, to the awe and conviction hold out two years,” said Adelaide, of the multitude, that Gospel once calmly to herself, no one else pay- preached to the poor, of which he ing any attention; and she returned flattered himself he should be the to her work with the zest of a spec- truest) messenger in Carlingford. tator at the commencement of an ex Such had been the young man's citing drama. She did double work dreams in Homerton-dreams minall the afternoon under the influence gled, it is true, with personal ambiof this refreshing stimulant. It was tion, but full notwithstanding of quite a new interest in her life. generous enthusiasm. No-nothing

Meanwhile young Vincent left of the kind. Only Salem Chapel, the green gates of Siloam Cottage with so many pews let, and so many with no very comfortable feelings still to be disposed of, and Tozer -with feelings, indeed, the reverse a guardian angel at the door. Mr of comfortable, yet.conscious of a Vincent was so far left to himcertain swell and elevation in his self as to give vent to an immind at the same moment. It was patient exclamation as he turned for him to show the entire com away. But still matters were not munity of Carlingford the differ- hopeless. He himself was a very ence between his reign and the old different man from Mr Tufton. regime. It was for him to change Kindred spirits there must surely the face of affairs—to reduce Tozer be in Carlingford to answer to the into his due place of subordination, call of his. Another day might and to bring in an influx of new dawn for the Nonconformists, who life, intelligence, and enlightenment were not aware of their own dignity. over the prostrate butterman. The With this thought he retraced his very sordidness and contraction of steps a little, and, with an impulse the little world into which he had which he did not explain to himself, just received so distinct a view, pro- threaded his way up a narrow lane moted the revulsion of feeling which and emerged into Back Grove now cheered him. The aspiring Street, about the spot where he young man could as soon have con had lately paid his pastoral visit, sented to lose his individuality al- and made so unexpected an together as to acknowledge the quaintance. This most distant possibility of accept- should he not say lady ?—was a ing Tozer as his guide, philosopher, kind of first-fruits of his mission. and friend. He went back again The young man looked up with a through Grove Street, heated and certain wistful interest at the house hastened on his way by those im- in which she lived. She was neither patient thoughts. When he came young nor fair, it is true, but she as far as Salem, he could not but interested the youthful Nonconpause to look at it with its pinched formist, who was not too old for gable and mean little belfry, inno- impulses of chivalry, and who could cent of a bell. The day was over not forget her poor fingers scarred clouded, and no clearness of atmos- with her rough work. He had no phere relieved the aspect of the other motive for passing the house shabby chapel, with its black rail- but that of sympathy and compasing, and locked gates, and dank sion for the forlorn brave creature flowerless grass inside. To see who was so unlike her surroundanything venerable or sacred in ings; and no throbbing pulse or




trembling nerve forewarned Arthur say, to the pavement. When the Vincent of the approach of fate. door shut he came to himself, stared

At that moment, however, fate wildly into the face of the next was approaching in the shape of a passenger who came along the narhandsome carriage, which made row street, and then, becoming quite an exaggeration of echo in aware that he still stood uncovered, this narrow back-street, which rang grew violently red, put on his hat, back every jingle of the harness and went off at a great pace. But and dint of the hoofs from every what was the use of going off? The court and opening. It drew up deed was done. The world on the before Mrs Hilyard's door-at the other side of these prancing horses door of the house, at least, in which was a different world from that on Mrs Hilyard was a humble lodger; this side. Those other matters, of and while Vincent slowly ap- which he had been thinking so hotproached, a brilliant vision sud- ly, had suddenly faded into a backdenly appeared before him, rustling ground and accessories to the one forth upon the crowded pavement, triumphant figure which occupied where the dirty children stood still all the scene. He scarcely asked to gape at her. A woman—a lady himself who was that beautiful

a beautiful dazzling creature, revision? The fact of ber existence splendent in the sweetest English was at the moment too overroses, the most delicate bewildering powering for , any secondary inbloom. Though it was but for a quiries. He had seen her-and lo! moment, the bewildered young the universe was changed. The air minister had time to note the dainty tingled softly with the sound of foot, the daintier hand, the smiling prancing horses and rolling wheels, sunshiny eyes, the air of conscious the air breathed an irresistible soft supremacy, which was half command perfume, which could nevermore and half entreaty-án ineffable com die out of it, the air rustled with bination. That vision descended the silken thrill of those womanly out of the heavenly chariot upon robes. There she had enthroned the mean pavement just as Mr herself—not in his startled heart, Vincent came up; and at the same but in the palpitating world, which moment a ragged boy, struck speech- formed in a moment's time into less, like the young minister, by the one great background and frameapparition, planted himself full in work for that beatific form. her way with open mouth and star What the poor young man had ing eyes, too much overpowered by done to be suddenly assailed and sudden admiration to perceive that carried off his feet by this wonderhe stopped the path. Scarcely ful and unexpected apparition, we aware what he was doing, as much are unable to say. He seemed to beauty-struck as his victim, Vincent, have done nothing to provoke it : with a certain unconscious fury, approaching quietly as any man seized the boy by the collar, and might do, pondering grave thoughts swung him impatiently off the of Salem Chapel, and how he was pavement, with a feeling of positive to make his post tenable, to be resentment against the imp, whose transfixed all at once and unawares rags were actually touching those by that fairy lance, was a spite of sacred splendid draperies. The fortune which nobody could have lady made a momentary pause, predicted. But the thing was done. turned half round, smiled with a He went home to hide his stricken gracious inclination of her head, head, as was natural; tried to read, and entered at the open door, leav- tried to think of a popular series of ing the young pastor in an incom- lectures, tried to lay plans for his prehensible ecstasy, with his hat off, campaign and heroic desperate atand all his pulses beating loud in tempts to resuscitate the shopkeephis ears, riveted, as the romancers ing Dissenterism of Carlingford

into a lofty Nonconformist ideal. had produced much trouble to poor But vain were the efforts. Wherever Arthur Vincent since his arrival in he lifted his eyes, was not She there, Carlingford. But Phæbe Tozer, all-conquering and glorious ? when pink and blooming; Mrs Hilyard, he did not lift his eyes, was not she sharp and strange; Adelaide Tufton, everywhere Lady Paramount of the pale spectator of a life with which conscious world? Womankind in she had nothing to do, died off like general, which had never, so to shadows, and left no sign of their speak, entered his thoughts before, presence. Who was She?



AIR-Let Schoolmasters puzzle their brains.

'Tis not very easy to tell

How language had first a beginning,
When Adam had just left the shell,

And Eve hadn't taken to spinning ;
Or if, in some other queer way,

Men rose to be lords of creation,
What power brought their tongues into play,
Or prompted their speechification ?

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
Some think they were ready inspired

With lexicon, syntax, and grammar,
And never like children required

At lessons to lisp and to stammer.
As Pallas by Jove was begot

In armour all brilliantly burnished,
So Man with his Liddell and Scott
And Buttman or Blomfield was furnished.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

Some say that the primitive tongue

Expressed but the simplest affections ;
And swear that the words said or sung

Were nothing but mere Interjections.
0! 0! was the signal of pain :

Ha! Ha! was the symptom of laughter :
Pooh! Pooh ! was the sign of disdain,
And others came following after.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

Some, taking a different view,

Maintain the old language was fitted
To mark out the objects we knew,

By mimicking sounds they emitted.
Bow, wow was the name for a dog :

Quack, quack was the word for a duckling :
Hunc, hunc would designate a hog,
And wee wee a pig and a suckling.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll,

If asked these hard things to explain,

I own I am wholly unable ;
And hold the attempt the more vain,

When I think of the building of Babel. The primitive world to lay bare,

Philologists try, but I doubt it : As none of them chanced to be there, It's clear they know nothing about it.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

What Adam in Eden might speak,

Could not be the tongue of his mother ; It may have been Gaelic or Greek;

It must have been something or other. It may have been Sanscrit or Zend,

Chaldaic, Assyrian Arabic :
It may have had joints without end,
Or it may have been monosyllabic.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

But why should we puzzle our brains

With Etymological folly?
The prize wouldn't prove worth the pains,

Or help us a bit to be jolly.
For if we in twenty strange tongues

Could call for a beef-steak and bottle, By dint of mere learning and lungs, They wouldn't be nearer our throttle.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

I've ranged, without drinking a drop,

The realms of the dry Mithridates : I've studied Grimm, Burnouf, and Bopp,

Till patience cried“ Ohe jam satis.Max Müller completed my plan,

And, leave of the subject now taking, As wise as when first I began, I end with a head that is aching.

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

The speech of Old England for me,

Which serves us on every occasion ! Henceforth, like our soil, let it be

Exempted from foreign invasion. It answers for friendship and love,

And all sorts of feeling and thinking; And, lastly, all doubt to removeIt answers for singing and drinking !

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

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