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Chapter I

says, says she, " I 'as only a * Companion to the //alter !" but you'll get a Bible, I thinks, at Master Talkins, — the cobbler — as preaches." So I goes to Master Talkins, and he says, says he, "I 'as no call for the Bible, 'cause vy, 1 'as a call vithout ; but mayhap you'll be a-getting it at the butcher's hover the vay — cause vy ? — the butcher '11 be damned ! " So I goes hover the vay, and the butcher says, say3 he, "I 'as not a Bible ; but I 'as a book of plays bound for all the vorld just like 'un, and mayhap the poor cretur mayn't see the difference." So I takes the plays, Mrs. Margery, and here they be surely ! — And how's poor Judy ? ' ' Fearsome ! she'll . not be over the night ; I'm a-thinking.' ' Yell, I'll track up the dancers ! ' So saying, Dummie ascended a doorless staircase, across the entrance of which a blanket, stretched angularly from the wajl to the chimney, afforded a kind of screen ; and presently he stood within a chamber, which the dark and painful genius of Crabbe might have delighted to portray.

The walls were white-washed, and at sundry places strange figures and grotesque characters had been traced by some mirthful inmate in such sable outline as the end of a smoked stick, or the edge of a piece of charcoal is wont to produce. The wan and flickering light afforded by a farthing candle gave a sort of grimness and menace to these achievements of pictorial art, especially as they more than once received embellishment from portraits of Satan, such as he is accustomed to be drawn. A low fire burned gloomily in the sooty grate ; and on the hob hissed ' the still small voice ' of an iron kettle. On a round deal-table were two vials, a cracked cup, a broken spoon of some dull metal, and upon two or three mutilated* chairs were scattered various articles of female attire. On another table, placed below a high, narrow, shutterless casement (athwart which, instead of a curtain, a checked apron had been loosely hung, and now waved fitfully to and fro in the gusts of wind that made easy ingress through many a chink and cranny), were a looking-glass, sundry appliances of the toilet, a box of coarse rouge, a few ornaments of more show than value ; and a watch, the regular and calm clink of which produced that indescribably painful feeling which, we fear, many of our readers who have heard the sound in a sick chamber can easily recall.

A large testerbed stood opposite to this table, and the looking-glass partially reflected curtains of a faded stripe, and ever and anon (as the position of the sufferer followed the restless emotion of a disordered mind), glimpses of the face of one on whom Death was rapidly hastening. Beside this bed now stood Dummie, a small, thin man, dressed in a tattered plush jerkin, from which the rain-drops slowly dripped, and with a thin, yellow, cunning physiognomy, grotesquely hideons in feature, but not positively villainous in expression. On the other side of the bed stood a little boy of about three years old, dressed as if belonging to the better classes, Say ye opprest by some fantastic woos, Some jarring nerve that baffle-, your repose, Who press the downy couch while slaves advance With timid eye to read the distant glance ; Who with sad prayers the weary doctur teaze To name tho nameless ever-new disease ; Who with moek patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure : How would you bear in real pain to lie Despis'd, neglected, left alone to die ?

How would ye bear to draw your latest breath Whore all that's wretched paves the way to «Uath?— Crabbe. It was a dark and stormy night, the rain fell in torrents except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. Through one of the obscurest quarters of London, and among haunts little loved by the gentlemen of the police, a man evidently of the lowest orders was wending his solitary way. He stopped twice or thrice at different shops and houses of a description correspondent with the appearance of the quartier in which they were situated, — and tended inquiry for some article or another which did not seem easily to be met with.

All the answers he received were couched in the negative ; and as he turned from each door, he muttered to himself, in no very elegant phraseology, his disappointment and discontent. At length, at one house, the landlord, a sturdy butcher, after rendering the same reply the inquirer had hitherto received, added, — 'But if this vill do as veil, Dummie, it is quite at your sarvice ! ' Pausing reflectively for a moment, Dummie responded, that he thought the thing proffered might do as well ; and thrusting it into his ample pocket h« strode away with as rapid a motion as the wind and the rain would allow. He soon came to a nest of low and dingy buildings, at the entrance to which, in half-effaced characters, was written 'Thames Court,' Halting at the most conspicuous of these buildings, an inn or alehouse, through the half-closed windows of which blazed out in ruddy comfort the beams of the hospitable hearth, he knocked hastily at the door.

He was admitted by a lady of a certain age, and endowed with a comely rotundity of face and person. 'Hast got it, Dummie?' said she quickly, as she closed the door on the guest. ( Noa, noa ! not exactly — but I thinks as ow ' 1 Pish, you fool ! ' cried the woman interrupting him, peevishly : ' Vy, it is no use desaving of me. You knows you has only stepped from my boosing ken to another, and you has not been arter the book at all. So, there's the poor cretur a-raving and a-dying, and yon ' 'Let I speak! ' interrupted Dummie in his turn. 1 1 tells you, I vent first to Mother Bussblone's, who, I knews, chops the whiners morning and evening to the young ladies, and I axes there for a Bible, and she tended Bible,— that he swore to keep the secret, as much as he knew of it, which, she must be sensible, he said, was very little.

As he spoke, the wind swept with a loud and sudden gust down the chimney, and shook the roof above them so violently as to loesen many of the crumbling tiles, which fell one after the other, with a crashing noise, on the pavement below. Dummie started in affright ; and perhaps his con science smote him for the trick he had played with regard to the false Bible. But the woman, whose ex cited and unstrung nerves led her astray from one subject to another with preternatural celerity, said with an hysterical laugh, ' See, Dummie, they come an state for me, — give me the cap — yonder ! and bring the looking-glass 1 ' Dummie obeyed, and the woman, as she in a low tone uttered something about the unbecoming colour of the ribbons, adjusted the cap on her head ; and then saying in a regretful and petulant voice, ' Why should they have cut off my hair ? — such a disfigure ment 1 * bade Dummie desire Mrs Margery once more to ascend to her. although the garb was somewhat tattered and dis coloured.

The poor child trembled violently, and evidently looked with a feeling of relief on the entrance of Dummie. And now there slowly, and with many a pthisical sigh, heaved towards the foot of the bed the heavy frame of the woman who had accosted Dummie below, and had followed him, haud pcissibus œnuis, to the room of the sufferer ; she stood with a bottle of medicine in her hand, shaking its contents up and down, and with a kindly yet timid compassion spread over a countenance crimsoned with habitual libations. This made the scene ; save that on a chair by the bedside lay a profusion of long glossy golden ringlets, which had been cut from the head of the sufferer when the fever had begun to mount upwards ; but which, with a jealousy that portrayed the darling littleness of a vain heart, she had seized and insisted on retaining near her ; and save that, by the fire, perfectly inattentive to the event about to take place within the chamber, and to which we of the biped race ittach so awful an im portance, lay a large grey cat curled in a ball, and dozing with half-shut eyes, and ears that now and then denoted by a gentle inflection, the jar of a louder or nearer sound than usual upon her lethargic senses.

The dying woman did not at first attend to the entrance either of Dummie or the female at the foot of the bed j but she turned herself round towards the childj and grasping his arm fiercely, she drew him towards her, and gazed on his terrified features with a look in which exhaustion and an exceeding wanness of complexion were even horribly contrasted by the glare and energy of delirium. 'If you are like him,' she muttered, 'I will strangle you, — I will ! — ay — tremble 1 you ought to tremble, when your mother touches you, or when he is men tioned. You have his eyes, — you have ! Out with them, out 1 — the Devil sits laughing in them ! Oh ! you weep, do you, little one 1 Well now, be still, my love, — be hushed ! I would not harm thee 1 harm — O God, he is my child after all I ' — and at these words she clasped the boy passionately to her breast, and burst into tears 1 Left alone with her child, the face of the wretched mother softened as she regarded him, and all the levities and all the vehemences,— if we may use the word, which in the turbulent commotion of her delirium, had been stirred upward to the surface of her mind, gradually now sunk, as death increased upon her, — and a mother's anxiety rose to the natural level from which it had been disturbed and abased.

She took the child to her bosom, and clasping him in her arms, which grew weaker With every instant, she soothed him with the sort of phant which nurses sing over their untoward infants ; put the voice was cracked and hollow, and as she felt it was so, the mother's eyes filled with tears. — Mrs. Margery now re-entered ; and, turning towards the hostess with an impressive calmness of manner which astonished and awed the person she addressed, the dying woman pointed to the child and said — 'You have been kind to me, very kind, and may God bless you for it I I have found that those whom the world calls the worst, are often the most human, But I am not going to thank you as I ought to do, but to ask of you a last and exceeding favour. Pro tect my child till he grows up, — you have often said you loved him,— you are childless yourself, — and a morsel of bread and a shelter for the night which is all I ask of you to give him, will not impoverish more legitimate claimants ? ' Poor Mrs. Margery fairly sobbing, vowed she would be a mother to the child, and that she would endeavour to rear him honestly, though a public-house was not, she confessed, the best place for good examples 1 'Take him ! ' cried the mother hoarsely, as her voice, failing her strength, rattled indistinctly, and almost died within her. ' Take him, — rear him as you will, as you can ! — any example, any roof better than ' Here the words were inaudible. — ' And oh I may it bo a curse, and a ] Give me the medicine, I am dying.' The hostess, alarmed, hastened to comply, but before she returned to the bedside the sufferer was insensible,— nor did she again recover speech or motion.

A low and rare moan only testified con tinued life, and within two hours that ceased, and the spirit was gone. At that time our good hostess was herself beyond the things of this outer world, having supported her spirits during the vigils of tho night with so many little liquid excitations, that they finally ended in that torpor which generally succeeds excitement. Taking, perhaps, advantage of the opportunity the insensibility of the hostess afforded him, Dummie, by the expiring ray of the candle that burnt in the death chamber, hastily opened a huge box (which was generally concealed under the bed, and contained the wardrobe of the deceased), and turned with irreverent hand over the linens and the silks until quite at the bottom of the trunk he discovered ' Coom now, coom ! ' said Dummie soothingly.

Take the stuff, Judith, and then ve'll talk hover the hurchin 1 ' The mother relaxed her grasp of the boy, and turning towards the speaker, gazed at him for some moments with a bewildered stare : at length she ap peared slowly to remember him, and said, as she raised herself on one hand, and pointed the other towards him with an inquiring gesture — 'Thou hasfbrought the book ?' Dummie answered by lifting up the book he had brought from the honest butcher's. ' Clear the room, then 1 ' said the sufferer, with that air of mock command so common to the insane. ' We would be alone 1 ' Dummie winked at the good woman at the foot of the bed ; and she (though generally no easy person to order or to persuade) left, without reluctance, the sick chamber. 'If she be a-going to pray I ' murmured our land lady (for that office did the good matron hold), ' I may indeed as well take myself off, for it's not werry comfortable like, to those who be old, to hear ail that 'ere I ' With this pious reflection, the hostess of the ' Mug,' so was the hostelry called, heavily descended the creaking stairs. ' Now, man I ' said the sufferer sternly, — ' swear that you will never reveal, — swear, I say I and by the great God, whoso angels are about this night, if ever you break the oath, I will come back and haunt you to your dying day I ' Dummie's face grew pale, for he was superstitiously affected by the vehemence and the language of the dying woman, aud he answered as he kissed the presome packets of letters ; — these he seized, and buried in the conveniences of his dress ; he then rising and replacing the box, cast a longing eye towards the watch on the toilet-table, which was of gold ; but he withdrew his gaze, and with a long, querulous sigh, observed to himself, ' The ole blone kens o' that, od rat her I but, howsomever, I'll take this ; who knows but it may be of sarvice — tannies to-day may be smash to-morrow* I ' ■ and he laid his coarse hand on the golden and silky tresses we have described, — ' 'Tis a rum business, and puzzles I ; but mum's the word, for my own little colquarren.' f With this brief soliloquy, Dummie descended the stairs, and let himself out of the house. have disturbed the peace of a whole household for the loss of some portable treasure which they themselves are afterwards discovered to have mislaid ; the unfor tunate victim of Paul's honest ingenuity, exposed to the collected indignation of the spectators, and sink ing from the accuser into the convicted, secretly cursed the unhappy lat which not only vexed him with the loss of his property, but made it still more annoying to recover it.

Whether it was that, on discovering these pranks, Mrs. Lobkins trembled for the future bias of the address they displayed, or whether she thought that the folly of thieving without gain required speedy and permanent correction, we cannot decide ; but the good lady became at last extremely anxious to secure for Paul the blessings of a liberal education. Tho key of knowledge (the art of reading) she had, in deed, two years prior to the present date, obtained for him, but this far from satisfied her conscience : nay, she felt that, if she could not also obtain for him the discretion to use it, it would have been wise even to have withheld a key, which the boy seemed per versely to apply to all locks but the right one. In a word, she was desirous that he should receive au education far superior to those whom he saw around him.

And attributing, like most ignorant persons, too great advantages to learning, she conceived that, in order to live as decorously as the parson of the parish, it was only necessary to know as much Latin. One evening in particular, as the dame sat by her cheerful fire, this source of anxiety was unusually active in her mind, and ever and anon she directed unquiet and restless glances towards Paul, who sat on a form at the opposite corner of the hearth, diligently employed in reading the life and adventures of the celebrated Richard Turpin. The form on which the boy sat was worn to a glassy smoothness, save only in certain places, where some ingenious idler or another had amused himself by carving sundry names, epithets, and epigrammatic niceties of language. It is said, that the organ of carving upon wood is prominently developed on all English skulls ; and the sagacious Mr. Coombe has placed this organ at the back of the head, in juxtaposition to that of destructiveness, which is equally large among our countrymen, as is notably evinced upon all railings, seats, temples, and other things — belonging to other people.

Opposite to the fireplace was a large deal-table, at which Dummie, surnamed Dunnaker, seated near the dame, was quietly ruminating over a glass of hollands and water. Farther on, at another table in the cor ner of the room, a gentleman with a red wig, very rusty garments, and linen which seemed as if it had been boiled in saffron, smoked his pipe, apart, silent, and apparently plunged in meditation. This gentle man was no other than Mr. Peter Mac Grawler, the editor of a magnificent periodical, entitled the Asinœum, which wa3 written to prove, that whatever is popular is necessarily bad, — a valuable and recon dite truth which the Asinœum had satisfactorily demonstrated by ruining three printers, and demolish ing a publisher. We need not add, that Mr. Mac Grawler -was Scotch by birth, since we believe it is pretty well known that aU the periodicals of this country have, from time immemorial, been monopo lized by the gentlemen of the land of cakes — we know not how it may be the fashion to eat the said cakes in Scotland ; but here the good emigrators seem to like them carefully buttered on both sides.

By the side of the editor stood a large pewter tank ard, above him hung an engraving of the ' wonder fully fat boar, formerly in the possession of Mr. Pattern, Grazier.' To his left rose the dingy form of a thin, upright clock in an oaken case ; beyond the clock, a spit ancl a musket were fastened in parallels to the wall. Below those twin emblems of war and cookery were four shelves, containing plates of pew- CHAPTEE II. Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours ot that festive place. — Deserted Village. There is little to interest in a narrative of early childhood, unless indeed one were writing on education. We shall not therefore linger over the infancy of the motherless boy left to the protection of Mrs. Margery Lobkins, or, as she was sometimes familiarly called, Peggy or Piggy Lob.

The good dame, drawing a more than sufficient income from the profits of a house, which, if situated in an obscure locality, enjoyed very general and lucrative repute ; and being a lone widow without kith or kin, had no temptation to break her word to the deceased, and she suffered the orphan to wax in strength and understanding until the age of twelve, a period at which we are now about to reintroduce him to our readers. The boy evinced great hardihood of temper, and no inconsiderable quickness of intellect. In what ever he attempted, his success was rapid, and a remarkable strength of limb and muscle seconded well the dictates of an ambition turned, it must be con fessed, rather to physical than mental exertion. It is not to be supposed, however, that his boyish life passed in unbroken tranquillity.

Although Mrs. Lobkins was a good woman on the whole, and greatly attached to her protege, she was violent and rude in temper, or, as she herself more flatteringly expressed it, ' her feelings were unÆimmonly strong,' and alter nate quarrel and reconciliation constituted the chief occupations of theprotege's domestic life. As previous to his becoming the ward of Mrs. Lobkins, he had never received any other appellation than ' the child,' the duty of christening him devolved upon our hostess of the ' Mug ; ' and, after some deliberation, she blest him with the name of Paul, — it was a name of happy omen, for it had belonged to Mrs. Lobkins' grand father, who had been three times transported, and twice hanged (at the first occurrence of the latter description, he had been restored by the surgeons, much to the chagrin of a young anatomist who was to have had the honour of cutting him up). _ The boy did not seem likely to merit the distinguished appellation he bore, for he testified no remarkable predisposition to the property of other people.

Nay, although he sometimes emptied the pockets of any stray visitor to the coffee-room of Mrs. Lobkins, it appeared an act originating rather in a love of the frolic, than a desire of the profit ; for after the plun dered person had been sufficiently tormented by the loss, haply of such utilities as a tobacco-box or a handkerchief ; after he had, to the secret delight of Paul, searched every corner of the apartment, stamped, and fretted, and exposed himself by his petulance to the bitter objurgation of Mrs. Lobkins, our young friend would quietly and suddenly contrive, that the article missed should return of its own accord to the pocket from which it had .disappeared. And thus, as our readers have doubtless experienced, when they * Meaning what is of no valuo now, may be precious hereafter. f Colquarren — nock. ter and dels, and terminating, centaur-like, in a sort of dresser.

At the other side of these domestic conveniences was a picture of Mrs. Lobkins, in a scarlet body, and a hat and plume. At the back of the fair hostess stretched the blanket we have before mentioned. As a relief to the monotonous surface of this simple screen, various ballads and learned legends were pinned to the blanket. There might you read in verses, pathetic and unadorned, how, Thou didst not spill a drop of the tape ! Tell me, my honey, why didst thou liok Tom Tobyson ? ' 'Because,' answered Paul, 'he said as how you ought to have been hanged long ago ! ' 1 Tom Tobyson is a-good-for-nought,' returned the dame, 'and deserves to shove the tumbler; * but, oh my child ! be not too venturesome in taking up the sticks for a blowen.

It has been the ruin of many a man afore you, and when two men goes to quarrel for a 'oman, they doesn't know the natur of the thing they quarrels about ; — mind thy latter end, Paul, and reverence the old, without axing what they has been before they passed into the wale of years ; — thou may'st get me my pipe, Paul, — it is upstairs, under the pillow.' While Paul was accomplishing this errand, the lady of the 'Mug,' fixing her eyes upon Mr. Dunnaker, said, ' Dummie, Dummie, if little Paul should come to be scragged ! ' ' Whish I ' muttered Dummie, glancing over his shoulder at Mac Grawler, — ' Mayhap that gemman,' — here his voice became scarcely audible even to Mrs. Lobkins ; but his whisper seemed to imply an insinua tion, that the illustrious editor of the Asinœum might be either an informer, or one of those heroes on whom an informer subsists. ' Sally loved a sailor lad As fought with famous Shovel ! ' There might you learn, if of two facts so instructive you were before unconscious, that ' Ben the toper loved his bottle — Charley only loved the lasses ! ' When of these, and various other poetical effusions, you were somewhat wearied, the literary fragments, iu humbler prose, afforded you equal edification and delight.

There might you fully enlighten yourself as to the ' Strange and Wonderful News from Ken sington, being a most full and true relation, how a Maid there is supposed to have been carried away by an Evil Spirit, on Wednesday, 15th of April last, about midnight.' There too, no less interesting and no less veracious, was that uncommon anecdote, touching the chief of many-throned powers, entitled, ' The Divell of Mascon ; or the true relation of the Chief Things which an Unclean Spirit did and said at Mascon, in Burgundy, in the house of one Mr. Francis Pereaud, now made English by One that hath a Par ticular Knowledge of the Truth of the Story.' Nor were these materials for Satanic History the only prosaic and faithful chronicles which the bibliothecal blanket afforded : equally wonderful, and equally indisputable, was the account of ' a young lady, the daughter of a duke, with three legs, and the face of a porcupine.' Nor less so, ' The Awful Judgment of God upon Swearers, as exemplified in the case of John Stiles, who Dropped down Dead after swearing a Great Oath, and ou stripping the unhappy man they found " Swear not at all " written on the Tail of his Shirt ! ' ' Mrs. Lobkins' answer, couched in the same key, appeared to satisfy Dunnaker, for, with a look of great contempt, he chucked up his head, and said, ' Oho ! that be all, be it ! ' Paul here reappeared with the pipe, and the dame, having filled the tube, leaned forward, and lighted the Virginian weed from the bloioer of Mr. Dunnaker.