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michael had been there or had been heard of. How wonderful is everything connected with And inquiries in other directions had been thought and intellect, how impossible to define equally unsuccessful. However, Mr. Car or explain. Marvellous as is our physical strucmichael determined to see Mrs. Wilson him- ture, especially when taken in connection with self the next day; and discovering that she the adaptation of the different organs to their had really spoken the truth on the previous different uses ! of sight for seeing, of hearing evening, determined to go to the village where for drinking in sweet sounds and words that his sister had settled on her arrival in England. thrill to the very heart, of speech for giving And so he spent Christmas-Day in vain en utterance to thought and idea; yet, still more deavours to find the lost sheep. Miss Car- wondrous is our mental mechanism, our immichael had neither been heard of nor seen, material organization. How little we underand so he returned to H to rejoin his stand of ourselves, how little time or attention companion. Mr. Lynn had felt that business do we devote to that greatest of all studies, matters might be safely entrusted to his -if we may believe the poet,—Man himself. brother-in-law, and so had remained behind. “ Fearfully and wonderfully made.” Who His Christmas-Day was spent in wandering shall try to reveal himself to himself and through the little village where his wife had not feel this? Not stand in awe as he strives lived, in picturing her life, her trials. He to comprehend his inner life ; his being : had seen the room in which she died, and the never-ending principle within him; his now he stood beside the humble grave wherein after life? All that he gets at best, after she rested from all her sorrow. Yes, it was perhaps an almost life-long pondering, is a all over now,

momentary flash that ends in darkness. He All the aching of heart, the restless unsatisfied longing,

cannot see far enough,---clouds that he cannot All the dull deep pain, and constant anguish of patience? pierce hide from him the revelation of himself.

But why these perplexing thoughts ? Why And he could never tell her what he too had do I not content myself with chaos ? Alas! suffered, for the dead hear not. As they left the thoughtful mind cannot be satisfied with us, so they lie, and the tomb has closed upon chaos, it fain would struggle into order. It their griefs, their wrongs, their agony. None seems to me that man, the microcosm, is yet can make reparation to them for injustice in that chaotic mould in which the world lay done, none can be forgiven by them or forgive when it was “ without form and void,” and in turn. For the battle is over, and the that the Voice has yet to come saying, “Let Death Angel, sounding his trumpet over the there be light.” Oh, that the Spirit might hard-fought field, proclaims a truce-a truce move on the face of these dark, overwhelming that ends not until a louder trumpet sounds, waters, and so regenerate the intellect that, and the dead, small and great, are summoned seeing, we might see and understand, and to their last account.

satisfy our intellectual cravings.

Oh ! how I ramble off when once I begin CHAPTER XXVIII.


these speculations. It is well that Doris is DIARY.

not to peep into my diary just at present, or My story still runs on. I sit in my little she would think that quiet Joyce Dormer's porch-room and meditate, with my feet on the senses were taking leave of her. Therefore, fender, and my eyes staring into the fire as if I will return to the thread of my discourse I could see therein, as in a fiery mirror, the and let such digressions alone. scenes that make the chapters in my story: It is a fortnight since Doris went away, but and I feel myself an involuntary authoress to I feel no uneasiness about her now, since the whom incidents are brought by the outside letter I received assures me that she is safe world, which are laid down before me, giving and with a friend. Who can it be? Can me nothing to do but to write them out fairly Mr. Chester know? It is so strange that I in my book, and number the pages. And have had no answer to my letter. I ought to when I have copied them out, and have read have heard from him before now. them over, they fit in so neatly that it sur Mr. Carmichael is possessed with the idea prises me to find how well I have arranged that I know where Doris is; though I have them. But I believe all writing to be a sort told him over and over again that I am quite of inspiration, and people go on and on, and ignorant of it, and have answered all the words shape themselves into sentences, and questions he has thought fit to ask me, with sentences into paragraphs, and they scarce the most perfect equanimity. Yet, still he know how it has all come, or what they write doubts me. He has not much faith in the until after it is written. Some subtle influence truthfulness of others. Perhaps because he causes the hand to move the pen ere one is is not particularly truthful himself. Possibly fully conscious of thought.

this is the reason why truthful people are



oftenest deceived; they judge others by them to see how quickly she understands them. selves, and believe others (until they find Truly the evening of her life promises to be themselves mistaken), to be of their own its happiest time. She cannot get over the standard. But people can't go on trusting mention of herself as one whom the poor wife for ever. Trust and distrust require an could have loved. exercise of discretion, and blind trust is a " It will make me doubly fond of Doris weakness productive of much evil in spite of when she comes back," said she, “and to a certain halo of faith that hovers over it. think, dear, that the poor thing saw me there in Once upon a time Mr. Carmichael's trust in the churchyard, and I never to have known his neighbours might have been upon a larger it, and she Mr. Carmichael's only sister. scale. And then, I don't trust him. But I We're surrounded by wonders, dear. Never have grounds, and he has none. He's told did I think that I should come to be connected me several untruths, and, of course, after that with such mysteries. Everything was so one can't quite go on believing in people. Oh straightforward and unromantic in the Dordear! I hope I shall always be truthful; I mer family; but one never can tell what one know I am at present. Still, Mr. Carmichael may marry into. Marriage is a lottery ! does not thoroughly believe me, though he Though how Aunt Lotty intended her last pretends to be satisfied at the present time. remark to apply to the subject under disI showed him Doris's letter. The post-mark cussion I cannot say. It was one of Aunt was London : but London is a wide place. Lotty's staple quotations that linked itself on Mr. Carmichael is there now, and is em with matrimony, as a word rather than as an ploying detectives; but, so far, without any abstract idea. result.

Yes, the Dormers were matter-of-fact and I am sure I am as anxious as anyone else straightforward in all their ways, as Aunt can be that she should return, for I perceive Lotty truly observed. I never heard of anythat Aunt Lotty is fretting sadly and Mr. thing approaching romance in connection with Lynn is quite unnerved. Indeed, he is alto any of the family. They lived, married, gether shattered by recent events. I do wish died, and were buried in the most orthodox that Doris could see him. She is the person

They were never very rich, nor of all others to soften the fearful shock that

very poor, They lived in comfortable houses, he has experienced. He finds a ready sym and some of them kept a carriage, but they pathiser in Aunt Lotty, but that is not like never went beyond one horse, and the one having his own daughter to console him. Mr. horse being of the steadiest description there Lynn has confided his wife's story to Aunt was no fear of accidents or hair-breadth Lotty, and Aunt Lotty has confided it to me. escapes that are occasionally productive of And it works into my tale like an episode results bordering on the romantic. They that casts a deeper shade of interest round never met with any extraordinary piece of my heroine. But my heroine is lost, and my luck, nor, on the other hand, with any very hero is abroad.

great misfortune. They never broke their arms For Mr. Chester is the hero of my story, or legs as other people did, though this was and always has been. The hair talisman has not owing to good fortune in time of danhad nothing to do with it. He is the horse ger, but simply to their never being placed man in the cloud of dust that I saw in my in any situation in which such catastrophes reveries by the dear old river long and long were likely to occur. In fact, “ to live and ago, and I, like sister Anna, have waved the die,” virtue of course filling up the “ space signal, and he is coming to help in the hour between,” was about all that could have been of need. Yes, I have a presentiment that summed up as matter for a biographical through him Doris will be brought back to sketch of any one of the family. us, and then of course the nursery legend will You may see their graves at Credlington, be carried out: the horseman is the old lover and will find that they mostly lived to the who comes and marries Fatima, and thus I same age, or if they died young, they generally shall find a legitimate novel ending to my died before they had attained their fourth year. romance.

And it is recorded on all their tombstones that Aunt Lotty mourns first over her husband's they died “in hope,” which most people appear sister, then over Doris, then over Mr. Lynn. to do, though whether their hopes will be Her tender heart is torn, and she goes about realized is not for us to determine. with a gentle depressed air. Poor Aunt In fact, a general sameness pervaded the Lotty! how much capacity there is in her for Dormer family, though at the same time a love and tenderness, and how little it has been great deal of quiet happiness reigned in it, drawn forth. The little Lynns have already which was satisfying as long as one's mind become quite attached to her, and it is pleasant was willing to confine itself within a narrow

circle, and had taken no covert glances into a nice little sum for our youthful readers to newer or a larger world.

work out, in order to find out how many men My own life had partaken largely of the they eat in a year. The tigers are very fine Dormer character as far as outward circum- and very large, quite as big as the Royal stances and influences were brought to bear; Bengal tiger, and as a great part of the but I was an only child, and left very much island is covered with jungle, they have to my own devices; so journeying daily in the plenty of space to hide in. Well, I and one realms of fiction I discovered in my books that of my shipmates were quietly riding from there were other paths not quite so smoothly the town down to the place where the steamer beaten as those that the Dormers trod-paths is anchored, in a thing called a shigram (very leading into wilder, fresher regions; and so, much like some of our worst cabs at home), though my outer life flowed peacefully as a when, as we were just passing by a bit of summer-stream, my inner life was like a jungle, there was a sudden spring, and we torrent that, escaping from its native moun- heard a heavy weight descend on the top of tains, dashed over rocks and precipices, and our cab, which, I almost thought, was coming strove to make its way to the unknown ocean. in. The man who was driving us gave a

Sometimes, when I had paused to consider shriek, and jumping down from his seat ran some passage that had particularly struck me off as fast as his legs could carry him; and in my reading, my father would say to me,- the horse, left without a driver, set off at a

Joyce, child, of what are you dreaming?” hard gallop. I had some notion of what had And then my thoughts would travel back occurred, but was surprised to hear no roar or from the Utopia that lay outstretched before any other disturbance. The horse, too, when me, and settle down quietly in Dormer-land, he came to consider, did not seem to see much and I used to laugh and answer,

cause for alarm, and dropped at length into a “I have been far away to a grand castle ; quiet walk. I then jumped out, brought him but you have knocked it down, and I have to to a stand still, and went to see what was the come home to the old home in Credlington." matter. It was a very dark night, and though

And a very happy home it was. And it I could make out there was something on the will be a green spot to look back upon all my top of the cab, I could not tell what it was life, whatever may befall me. But nothing is till I got so close to it that I knocked my likely to befall me, for am I not a Dormer ? nose against the paws of an immense tiger. Here are all kinds of romances happening Luckily the brute was fast asleep, so I had around me, and I pass unscathed through the

time to consider how I should part company midst of them; Aunt Lotty and I, being with him. It would have been easy enough Dormers, are passive agents, so slightly acted to have left him there asleep and walked on, upon that we are after all but mere spectators but I was tired; and besides, I did not like of the drama played out around us. The to leave the horse for him to make a breakDormer atmosphere effectually acting as a

fast off in the morning. So, remembering non-conductor.

what a dread these animals are said to have And so I remain calmly at Green Oake, of fire, I tied my handkerchief to the end of and the little porch-room sees me day after my stick, and borrowing my companion's day noting down the affairs of others in my cigar, managed to set fire to one corner of it; diary, and so weaving them into a tale that I and then, moving round cautiously so as to perversely enough persist in calling “ Joyce face the beast, as soon as the handkerchief Dormer's Story."

was in a pretty fair blaze, I made a noise in (To be continued.)

order to wake him, at the same time waving

the handerchief round quickly in a circle close A TALE OF A TIGER.

to his nose.

He gave one tremendous roar, BY BARON MUNCHAUSEN THE YOUNGER. and sprang with a wonderful leap back into

ALTHOUGH I have the honour of bearing the jungle. I immediately mounted the box, Her Majesty's commission afloat, still I and laying my stick over the horse's back, inherit, very naturally, some of the procli- set him off as fast as ever he could go, and vities of the illustrious ancestor whose name I fortunately reached my ship safely.

The bear: so I think I may as well make use of the driver had arrived before us, and told them columns of ONCE A WEEK to tell an adventure on board that the tiger had carried us both off with a tiger which happened to me the last into the jungle, so that when we arrived they time I was at Singapore.

were just about starting in force to make a That place, as you know, swarms with search for us, or rather for our mangled tigers, and the statistics show that the said remains. tigers are in the habit of devouring ab I determined to serve the old gentleman out one man and a half a day, which fact offers a for frightening us, and therefore, next morn

ing before breakfast, I started off alone, to marks. Following it up and peering through see if I could find any traces of him. I had the thick jungle, I saw my friend of the prenot gone far before I found one of his foot- vious night sleeping as comfortably as possible

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with one of his fore-paws stretched out, and nose, and hit him just on the muzzle. This his head resting on it. I drew back quickly, roused him up again ; and, as I had anticiintending to get some reinforcement and at- pated, not being able to see any one, he turned tack him; but the thought struck me that if his rage on the missile which had hit him, I could possibly manage him by myself and and opening his huge jaws he swallowed it at take him home for breakfast, I should win no

I was so anxious to witness the effect end of glory on board H.M.S.

that, in getting a little closer to him, he disHowever, how to kill the beast was the covered me. He rose up, fixed his eyes upon question. I had no arms but an unloaded me, and was just about to make the fatal blunderbuss and a small clasp knife, and I was spring, when the poison began to act upon him, about to give up the idea, when I remem- and, uttering a roar of pain, he fell back in bered that I had with me a packet of strychnine, strong convulsions. In another · minute all and my plan was instantly laid. I crept was over. along quietly through the jungle till I got As I was making my way out of the jungle within reach of his tail; opening my clasp- | in order to procure help to carry away tho knife, I laid hold of it gently and severed body of the animal, I stepped on what seemed about four inches of it.

The brute gave a

to me to be a long, narrow piece of rock apgrowl and rose up in a fury; but, after look- pearing through the mud. The end of this ing all round and seeing nothing, he licked the piece of rock flew up with a jerk and upset stump leisurely and contentedly, and again me backwards into the dirt; when I got up laid himself down to rest. I skinned the piece I found the rock was really an of tail I had obtained, and then, loading the crocodile. As I gazed at his massive propormeaty part of it with sufficient poison to kill tions, the thought struck me that I might half-a-dozen tigers, I took aim with it at his / save myself a heavy load and make him carry


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my dead tiger for me, and I went to work as Northumberland. There was nothing pleasing follows:

to either ear or eye about it for miles round. I took off my jacket, and stuffing a quan

Behind the viewer's cottage there was, it is tity of leaves into it, and tying it

true, a small pinewood, but the trees had euro, 1 soaked it well in the blood of the every appearance of having grown up spontatiger. I then cut a long and stout pole from neously, and had not discovered the great one of the trees d, using it as a lever, mistake they had committed in coming up at managed to roll the body of the tiger on to all until they had gone too far to turn back, the back of the crocodile. Next, following and so presented a sort of stunted growth-a the costermongers' dodge with their donkeys kind of debateable existence, in fact, between on the road to Epsom on Derby day, I tied the being and not being—that was excessively ensanguined bundle to the end of the long dispiriting to behold. In front of the house, pole, took my seat on the creature's back, and which was built upon a somewhat steep decliholding the pole firmly, let the bundle hang vity, and with a masterly disregard to perabout two feet in advance of his nose.

sonal comfort and convenience, a narrow, He soon smelt the blood, and began to move sluggish stream dragged its slow length along forward to seize the morsel; but, of course, as La villanous compound of peaty ooze and he moved on, so the bait moved on also, and the mineral water that had been pumped thus I got him into a good trot, for the weight into it from the collieries along the line of of the tiger and myself were as nothing to its course. Whatever of green that had him. I cut a rather curious figure journeying once flourished in the place before the pit thus on the public road, and everybody that I had been sunk had become encrusted with a met stared at me with astonishment. How- universal pall of coal-dust, that gritted ever, after a short swim down the river I arrived beneath the touch, emitted a sickly glitter in in triumph alongside of my ship (for the croco- the sunbeams, and, under the influence of dile being amphibious I did not think it worth the slightest wind, or even as it seemed while to take a boat), and then, willing to through a pure spirit of mischief, crept into keep him quiet, let him get hold of the bundle one's eyes, or found its way into the most to munch. The men on deck quickly hoisted sensitive membranes of the throat. It was up the body of the tiger, and I, jumping on everywhere—in the clothes I wore, in the food deck, allowed the crocodile to go his way. I ate, in the books I read, in the air I Then—like the great Tom Thumb after he had breathed. The sound of the pit wheels, the killed Rebellion—I went to breakfast. We had stertorous breathings of the engine, the clangthe paws curried for dinner,* and gave the our of the signals to hoist or lower, the cries rest of the flesh to the natives, who are very of the banksmen, and the rumbling of the fond of it, believing that it will make them waggons which conveyed the coal from the courageous and strong, on the same principle, "heap” to the "steath' never ceased. I suppose, on which the Professor of Laputa During the day the regular and never varying used to make his scholars swallow paper pills risings and fallings of the pumping-beam with learned words written thereon.

were almost distracting to witness, while at I made a present of the skin to the lovely night the fires at the mouth of the shaft and and fascinating daughter of a powerful Malay the flitting hither and thither of strangely prince, and I can assure you that Miss Zoona draped figures gave to the whole scene a Kuckarwhurrie Dhee has since looked upon decidedly Pandemonium-like aspect. me with very favourable eyes; so perhaps, if Nor, as may be readily supposed, was the the course of true love goes smoothly, my society to be found at Greenwood Fell calcuparents may one day have the honour of call- lated to afford an educated man compensation ing her a daughter. MUNCHAUSEN, JR. for the lack of scenery and the presence

of the multitudinous sources of irritation I MY COLLIERY EXPERIENCES.

have mentioned. The village was, like most

pit villages in the North, comfortless-looking, GREENWOOD FELL COLLIERY, of which I wretched, and monotonous in its character. was for many years the resident viewer, was It was composed of a few rows of one-storeyed situate in the midst of as uninviting a tract of houses, every one of which was so whimsicountry as could well be found in the whole of cally like its neighbour, even to the rain-tub

in front and the miserable patch of cabbage* It is well known that the natives of the East, especially the Chinese, will eat tiger, for the reason specified in the

garden at the back, that it has always been a text. Medicully speaking, we are assured by the Baron's matter of surprise to me how the inmates professional friends that it is quite possible that animal poisoned with strychnine should be fit for food; for were ever able to find the right door without that poison acts chiefly on the nervous centres, and is depo- committing a blunder. The only buildings sited in them and not in the muscular tissues, which would be used for food.-ED. 0. A W.)

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