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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Signal, 1881-02-11, Page 20 l LIFE FOB A LPL eT MX/ sttJleCs tsebde never live to be mar itireirm.WsInas hes" .Thsam kdiswas t 'oke the seemed sloe (srroslll+t j oOt treherues, said drew s mutat or two CHAPTER XV.-Cowrtrosn. XII aiOKT. Mrs. Treherne was sil nett. An' Mr. Charteris--briakish the tsnemeeter- table pause--good-nature sly 'eerie a disquisition on the play in tju dation li e bora, for some time, the che.1 part fel a literary and critical co+jvenstion, of which I did mot hear err follow much. Then the ladies took up the story in its moral and personal plisse, sad talked it ever pretty well. The youngest eisteewee voluble against it. b'.e hated doleful hooks; she 'iced a pleasant ending, whesethe ppeeoopple were all married cheerfully and comfu$aily. it was suggested fawn sty side of the t able, that this pliq had not an unman 'lortable euding, though the lovers bola tined. What an odd notion of comfort Dora has," said Mr. Charteris. "Yes, iudeed," added Mrs Trotterae; "for if they hadn't died, were they uut supposed never to meet again t My %leer child, how do you intrad to wake your lover happy? By bidding hiva en eternal farewell, allowing him to get kibod, and then dying. on its temple?" Everybody laughed. Treherns said he was thankful hie Lisa ems not of her sister's ,Hind, 'Ay,'Gus, dear, well you may 1 Sup- pose Iliad come and said to you, like Don's heroine, "My dear boy, we are very fond of one aneater, but we can't. evertbe married. It's of no oenseq uence. Never mind. Give me a ties, and geod- •by--what would -yqu have done, eh, Augustus I" Hanged myself," ieeliod Augustus, • forcibly. "If you did noC think better of it while • searching for a cord," dryly observed Mr. Martens. (I have for various rea- sons noticed thia gentleman rather close- ly of late.) "Dome theories about love are pretty enough; but boo much en the gossamer style. Poor human natures requires a little wanner clothing than these 'sky robes of iris woof,' which ire not evarrane d t" wear.' " As lin spoke, I saw Mian Johnston's black eyes dart over to his face ion keen f observation, but he did not see them. linmediately afterward she said : "Francis is quite right. J)ora s hero- es do her no good -nor anybody; ba - cause suck characters do not exist, and never died. Max and Thekia, for in- stance, are a pair of lovers utterly nn - possible in this world." "True," eaid Mr. Charteris, "even as Romeo and Juliet are impossible, fihak- spoare henself owns, ' ['hese violent delights have a violent en'r. Had Juliet lived, sho wo: 1 11 robably not by force, but in the most legal, genteel, and satisfactory way, have been 'mar- ried to the County; orsupposing she Mantua, got off sato to obtained parential forgiveness, and returned to s •t up house -keeping as Mrs. R. Montaeu', depend upon it sho and Romeo would have wearied of one another in a year, quarreled, parted, and she night, after all, have consoled herself with Paris who seems a sweet -spoken, pretty - behaved young gentlem to throughtut. Do you not think so, D.. tTo•,,ulartt that .s, if you are a reader of : hake .peace." Which he aPpareetitly tc.oa ht I was spot., I answered, what has often struck mo about this play, "that Shakapoare only meant it as a tale of boy and girl passion. Whether it would nave lasted, orrown out of passion into love one need not speculate, any more than the poet does. Enough, that, while,it lasts, it is a true and Dutiful picture of youthful love -that is, youth's ideal of love: though the love of maturer life is elm a far deeper, higner, and better thing." Here Mrs. Treherne, b:prsting into .ono of her hearty laughs, accused her sister of having "turned Dr. Urquhart poetical." It is painful to appear a foul, even when a lively young woman is trying to rnake you do so. I sat, cruelly conscious how little I have to say -how like an awkward, dull clod -I often feel --in the ociety of young and clever people, when I her speaking from the other end , of the table g meas hiiat Theodore. "Lisabel, you are talking of what you do not understand. You never did, and never will understand my Max and Thokla, any more than Francis there, though he once thought it so fine, when he was teaching Penelope German, a few years ago." "Dora, your excitement is unlady- like." "I do not care," she answered turning. upon her elder sister with flashing eyes. "Te sit by quietly and hear such doc- trines, is worse than unlady-like--un- woman-like! You two girls may think what you please on the matter; but I know what I have alway thought -and think still." "Pray, will you indulge us pith your ,Teed?" cried 11Ir. Charteris." She hesitated -her cheeks burned like fire -but still she spoke crit bravely "I believe, spite all you ray, that there is, not only in books, but in the world, such a thing as love: unselfish, faithfnl, and true, like that of my Thckla and my Max. 1 believe that such a lave --s eight love --teaches people to think of the right first, and themselves afterward; and, therefore, if necessary, they Dodd bear to part for any number of yeses -- or even forever." "Blear no all; 1 wouldn't give two farthings for a man who would not do anything --- do wrong even - for my sake.'• "And I, Lisabel, should esteem a man a selfish inward, whom 1 might pity, but i don't th ink I would ever hove hum again, if in any way be did wring for mine.'• F4nm my corner, whither 1 had rods and oat down a little Ont of the circle, i saw this ynnng faee-flashing, full of a sew expression. Dallas, when he talked seseetitnes, need to havetat a light in pie his eyes- pesuch a glory streaming fres all his features; bet then he has 11sot�'' said this was a Tomlin. Ay, nisei M ser wwsl nhond, '!he passion and power of it, with all its capabilitiesia fee either er maddening. in the rose of rasa'. The When a little more and +Men i hold her immiking again 'mea, Livakal, yon are quite right; 1 do wet think it of so very moot ,mpnr ?lance +bottle► ole. are very 'beetle at lssaT�lissfseria, to which e r Plus tM No; put me in .s passions' and forced tae to speak; beat 1 have doss now. 1 shall not argue the p ,t any more." liar voice tremble, and her Mile hands nervously ohitmhed and plaited the table -cloth but she sat In her plass, newer moving featares or eyes. Gradu- ally the burning in her cheeks faded, d she tone seemgrew ed to notice her. They vely pale; utno were bo full of themselves. I Lad uo tire, to learn the picture by heart, every line; this little firers sitting by the table` bent head, drooping shoul- den, and leoae white sleeves shading the two hands, which were crushed so tight- ly tegethee, that when she stirred I saw the the finger -marks of one imprinted on gap other. What could she have been W[nkiag oft "Mos Dora, please." It was only a servant, saying her father wished. to speak to her before he went to sleep. "Say I an coming." She rose quick- ly, but turned before she risched the door. "I aiay nut see you again before you go. Good -night Dr. Urquhart." We have said good -night and shaken bands, every night for three weeks I know I have done my duty; ne finger- ing, tender clasping what I had no right to clasp; a mere good -night, and shake of the hand. But, to-night1 I did not say a word -I did not look at her. Yet the touch of that little cold, passive hand has never left mine since. If I lay my hand down here, on this table, it seems to creep into it and nestle there if I let it go, it comes back again, if I crush my finpfer down upon it, though there is nothing, I feel it still -feel it through every nerve and pulse, in heart, soul, body, and brain. This is the merest hallucination, like some of the spectral illusions I have been subject to at times; the same which made Coleridge .a "he bad seen too many ghosts to believe in them." Let me gather up my faculties. I am sitting in my but There is no fire -no one ever thinks of lighting a tire for me, of course, unless I specially or- der it. The room is chill, warning me that winter is nigh at hand: disorderly - no one ever touches my goods and chattels, and I have been too much from home lately to, institute any arrange- ment myself. All solitary, tut): even my eat, who used to he the one living thing lingering about me, marching daintily over my books, or stealing up, purring, to lay her head upon my knee, even my cat, weary of my long absence, has dis- appeared to my next-door neighbor. I am quite alone. Well, such is the natural position of a man without near kindred, who has reached my years and has not married. Ho has no right to expect aught else to the end of his days. I rode home from Rockmount two hours ago, leaving a still lively group sitting around the firm in the parlor - Miss Johnston on her sofa, with Mr. Charteris beside her; Treherne Bitting opposite, with his arms around his wife s waist And up stairs, I know how things will look -the shadoway bad -chamber, the iitte white china lamp on the table, and ono curtain half -looped back, so that the old man may just catch a glimpse of the bending figure, reading to him the Even- ing Psalms; or else she will, by this time, have said "Good -night, papa, and gone away to the upper part of the house, of which I know nothing, and never saw. Therefore 1 can only fancy her, as 1 one night happened to see, going up stairs, candle in hand, softly step by step, as saintly souls slip away into paradise, and we below,?• though we wonld cling to the hem of their garment, crush our lips in the very print of their feet, can neither hold them, nor dare beseech them to stay. Oh, if I were only dead, that you might have this letter -might know,feel, comprehend all those things. I 1py life resolutely oentemplat ed a n.eeseary to be dune, eith- er i`"' , tely betore my death, or after lt. 'Pore, also, it u T* word-- inavimeeres calors ma - Itis the will of aid. If He had ueswtnt otherwise, He igld a fouud e nW►' +ptla by nis soave good�1toadasaapp to love me, aa nam lov- ed sot*etimrks, bet not such mai as I. Theis 1s se few--ur hope? which shall I st�tl-oI any one ever living ate. DEopp, child! You are fast asleep by this hour, I am sure; you onoe said you always fall asleep the instant your head touches the pillow ; precious, tender, lately head! "Good -n ht." Sleep well, happy, innocent child. V BItU AIfl' 11, 1881, ways ljk most afflictions, " a ming disguise. It has drawn es all together, s nothing but tr,h 1. ever lees, as I 4i1 out ;ntnk anything ever would, se e,,ueer a family are we. But we an improving. We do not now shut ourselves up iu our Holm, hiding each in her hole like a selfish bear untn feed- ing time --we amenable in the parlor - we sit and talk routed papas study -chair. There, this morning after church, we held a convocation and confabulation before paps came down. And, strange to say --almost the tint time such a thing ever happened Miens, though a clergyman's family -we talked about the church and the sermon. It was preached by the young man whore papa has been obliged to take as curate, and who, Penelope said, she feared suuld never suit, if he took such eccentric texts and preeohd such out-of- the-way sermons as the one this morn- ing. I asked what it was about, and was answered, "the cities of refuge." I fear I do not know my Bible --the historic portion of it -so well as I might; for I scandalized Penelope ezoeedingly by inquiring what were "the cities 01 refuge." She declared any child in her school would have been better acquaint- ed with the Old Testament, and 1 had it at my tongue's end to say that s good many of her children seemed far too glibly and irreverently acquainted with the Old Testament; for 1 once overheard a knot of them doing the little drama of Elijah, the mocking children, and the bears in the. wood, to the confusion of our poor bald-hoaded organist, and their own uproarious delight, especially the two boys who enacted the bears. But 'tis wicked to tease our good Penelope; at least, I think it wicked now. So I said nothing; but after the ser - non had been well talked over as "extra- ordinary," "unheard of in our church," "such a nixing of politica and religion, and bringing up ever -day subjects into the pulpit" -for it stems he had alluded to some question of capital punishment which now fills the newspapers --I took nn opportunity of asking Dr. Urquhart what the sermon really had been about. 1 can often speak to him of things which I never should dream of discussing with my sisters, or oven papa; for, whatever the subject is, he will always listen, an- swer, explain --either laughing away my follies, or talking to mo seriously and kindly. This time, he was not so patient: asked me, abruptly, "Why I wanted to know'?' "About the sermon? From harmless curiosity; or, rather" -for I would not wish him to think that in any religre us matter I was guided by no higher motive than curiosity -"because I doubt Pene- lope's judgment of the curate. She is rather harsh sometimes" "Is she?" "Will you find for me" -and I took out of my pocket my little Bible, which I had been reading in the garden - "about the cities of refuget-that is, un - leas un dislike to talk on the subject." " I -what made you suppose so?' I replied, candidly, his own manner, while they were arguing it. "You must not mind my manners -it is not kind -it is not friendly." And then he begged my pardon, saying he knew he often spoke more rudely to me than to any one else. If he does it harms me nut. He .must have so many causes of anxiety and irri- tation, which escape by expression. I wish ho would express them alittle more indeed. One could bear to be really scolded if it did him any good; hut, of course, I should have let the theological question slip by, had he not, some min- utes after, referred to it himself. We were standing outside the window; there was no one within hearing; indeed, he rarely talks very seriously unless he and I happen to be alone. "Did you think aa they do -your sisters, I mean- that the Mosaic law is still our law-- an eye for an eye -a tooth for a tooth -a life for a life -and so on?" 1 said I did not quite underetaud him. "It was the subject of the sermon. Whether he who takes lite forfeits his own. The law cf Moses en:lead this. Even the chance murderer, the man guilty of manslaughter, as we should term it now, was not safe out of the hounds of the three cities of refuge. The avenger of blood 'finding hint' might 'slay him.' " I asked what he thought was meant by "the avenger of blood?" Was it divine or human retribution? "I cannot tell. How should I know? Why do you question me?" I might have said, Because I liked to talk to him, and hear him talk; because, in many a perplexed subject over which i had been wearying myself, his opinion had guided me and set me right. I did hint something of the kind, but he seemed not to hear or heed it, and con- tinued: "Do you think with the minister of this morning, that except in very rare cases, we- we, Christians, have no right to exact • life for a life? Or do you be- lieve, on religious as -yell as rational grounds, that every manalayer ought in- evitably to be hanged? i have often puzzled over that ques- tion, which Dr. Urquhart evidently felt as much as i did. Truly, many a time have i turned sick at tha hangings which i have had to read to pea in the news- pepers:have wakened at seven in the morning, and counted minute by minute some wretched conviet's last hour, till the whole *eerie grew so vivid that the execution seemed more of a murder than the original crime of which it wits the e:- piation. But still, to say that there ought to be no capital punishments! I could not tell. 1 only repeated, softly, words that awe into my mind at that in- stant: . Fot we know that no inurder'r hath sternal life in him." "But if he were not $ wilful murder - lel if life were takes -let us suppose buts a ease- is violent passion, or nudes eireenutasees which mark the man not himself; if his crime were repented of and a$oned for in every possible way -- the lost life repunhssed by his nee -- net bt dying, but by the king torment CHAPTER X\' I. HER sTOYY. •'Finished tis-teorrow." What a life- time seems to have elapsed since I wrote that hue! A month and four days ago, I sat here waiting for papa and Penelope to come home from their dinner -party. Trying to be cheerful -wondering why I was not so; yet with my heart as heavy as lead all the time. I think it will never be quite so heavy any more. Nevar weighed down by imaginary wrongs and ideal woes. It has known real anguish and been taught wisdom. We have been very nearly hosing our beloved father. Hwnanly speaking, we should have lost hint but for 1)r. Urqu- hart, to whose great skill and unremit- ting care, Dr. Black himself confessed yesterday, papa has, under God, owed his life. It is impossible for me to write down here the particulars of dear papa's acci- dent, and the illness which followed, every day of which seems at once so vi- vid and so unreal. I ahali never forget it while I live, and yet, even now any af- raid to recall it; though at the time 1 seemed afraid of nothing- strung enough for everything. j felt --or it now ap- pears as though I unust have done so- as I did on one sunshiny afternoon at a picnic about a dozen years ago, when I, following Colin Granton, walked round the top of a circular rock, on a ledge two feet wide, a eloping ledge of short slip- pery grafts; whore, if we bad slipped, it was abc . ninety perpendicular feet t fall. I shudder to think of that feat even now; and telling it to Dr. Urquhart in illustration of what I am here mention- ing, namely, the quiet unconsciousness with which one sou ethnics passes through exceeding great daoer, he too shudder- ed, turned deadly white. I never saw a strong man loose color so suddenly anti completely as he does at times. Can he be really strong ? Those nights of watching must have told upon his health, which is so valuable; doubly valuable to one in his profeaeion. Ws must try to make him tako care of him- self, and allow us-Rockmount general- ly - to take care of hint. Though, since his night-watchings ceased, he has not given us much opportunity, having only paid his due medical visit once s day,and scarcely staid ten minutes afterward; un- til to -day, when, by papa's express de- sire, Au;;urtus drove over and fetched him to dinner. It is pleas:sut to bo able to write down here how very much better I like my brother-in-law. His thorough goodnesa of nature, his kindly cheering ways, and his unaffected, if rather obstreperous love for his wile, which is reflected, as it should be, upon every creature be- lon_ing to her, make it impossible not to like him, I awn heartily glad he has sold Out, so that even if war breaks out again, there will nob chance of his being ordered off en for i;'Im servicef though in that case he declares he should feel himself in honor bound to volunteer. But Lisa - bel only laughs; she knows better. Still, I trust there may be no occa- sion. War, viewed in the abstract, is sufficiently terrible; but when it conies home, when one's own are bound up in chances of it, the case is altogether changed Some misfortunes contem- plated as personal possibilities seem more than human nature could hear. How the mothers, sisters+, wives, have borne thein all through this war is -- My head turned dizzy here, and I was obliged to leave off writing and lie down. I have not felt very strong lately ---that is not bodily strong. In my heart I have - thoroughly calm, happy, and thankful—:u God knows we have all need to be. since he has spared our dear father, never loved so dearly as now. But physically I am rather tired and weak, as if I would fain rest my head somewhere and bo taken care of, if there were anybody to de it, which there is not. Since I can remember, nobody ever took care of me. While writing this last lino old Mn. Cartwright came up to bring me some arrow -Hoot with wine in it for m supper, entreating me to go to bed " like a good child." She said "the doctor' told her to look after hie; but she should have done it herself, anyhow. She is $ gpod old body; I wish we could find out any- thing about her poor lost daughter. What was 1 writing about 1 Oh, the histoof to -day, where I take up the thread of my journal, leaving the whole interval between a blank. I could not write about it if I would. I did not go to church- with them this morning, feeling sure I could not walk so far, and rune one ought to stay with peps. So the girls went, and Dr. Ur- quhar also, at which papa seemed a little disappointed, he having counted on a long morning's chge I never knew lege attach hi,naelf t:o any man before, or take such exceeding delight in any tine's company. He slid the other dsy, when' Aegestus annoyed him about some trial' or other, that he wished he might have Amen hieews eon -in-law: Lisabel had hr better have married Dr. Urinhere Onr Liabel avid Dr. Urquharti could net help laughing. Day end night -fire and water would have beet deecrih- ed their union Penelope now, though she sheared him es much but that wlls fault --would have salted him etikellMis ter. They are more friendly OSm they aced to be- indeed, he is do gond terms with all ltenekmonnt- W'►e tesla every see ed ua. 1 trust, Slat out aWSMioTla to hits are of n kind el which we sewer can asequit cnrwnlvss while we live tleutan's boor." The reeleXedione aroused were apparently very sore -so much so that 1 suggested uur ear►gfia. the subject which seemed both paint_ cull and yuia root qtable ts Bnidea, would you quit a truth because it happened ted be pain- fnl't hThatope nist. t,"„t like you.” "I u After a few minutes silence, he con- tinued: "This is a questiva I have thought over deeply. I have nay own opinion concerning it, and I know that of most men, but 1 should like to hear a woman's -a Chiistiart eremite's. Tell me, do you believe the avenger of blood walks through the Christian world as through the land of Israel, requiring re- tribution; that for blood -shedding, as fur all other crimes, there is in this world, whatever, there may be in anoth- er, expiation, but ne pardon f Think well, answer slowly, fur it is a women- TMMi1� tous question." "I know that - the one question (dour times." Dr. Urquhart lent his haul without replying. He hardly could speak; I never saw hiva so terribly is earliest. His agitation aroused me trent the natu- ral ehyneas I have in lifting up my own voice and setting forth my own girlish opinion on topics of which every one has a right to think, but very few to speak. "I believe that in the Almighty's gradcal teachtng of His creatures, a Diviner than Moses brought to us a higher law, in which the sole expiation required is penitence with obdience:- 'Repent ye. "Go and sin more." It appears to me, so far as I can judge and head here"- my Bniblegh wt Brill , m) 1g80 .1880 hand --"that throughout the New, and I in manyarts of the Old Testament, rune one clear doctrine, that any sin, however great, being repented of and forsaken, is by God, and ought to be. by main, altogether pardoned, -blotted out, and done away." "God bless you." For the second time he said to me those words -said them twice over, and left me. Rather abruptly; but he is sometimes abrupt when thinking deeply of anything. Thus ended our little talk; yet it left a pleasant impression. True, the sub- ject was strange enough; my sisters might have been shocked at it; and at my freedom in asking and giving opin- ions. But oh' the blessing it is to hare a friend to whom one can speak fearless- ly on any subject; with whom one's deep- est as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort-- the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a penin- having neith- er to pouring ththemn nor measure words, Teas, Sum but pounng them all right out, just a. , they are, chaff and grain together; cer- tain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. I have been "doing wrong." I owe it to myself, to more than myself, nut to yield to weak lamentations of unmanly bursts of phrensy against an inevitable fate. Is it inevitable 7 Before beginning to write to -night, for two hours I sat arguing with myself, this question: viewing the circumstances of both parties, for such a question neces- sarily includes both, with a calmness which I believe even I can attain, when the matter involves not myself alone. I Lave come to the conclusion that it is inevitable. When you reach these my years, when you have experienced all those changes which yon dream over and theorize upon in your innocent, unncomcious heart, you will also see that my judgment was right. To seek and sue • women's yet unwnn love implies the telling her, when won, the whole previous history of her lover; concealing nothing, fair or foul, which does not compromise any other than my- self. This confidence she has a right to, and the man who withholds it is either a coward in himself, or doubts the woman of his choice, as, should be so doubt his wife, woe to him and to her. Ttecarry into the sanctuary of a true wife's breast some accursed thing which must le for ever hidden in his own, has always seemed to me one of the blackest treaenes against both honor and love of which s maw could he capable. Could i tell my wife, or the woman whom i wined fate teach to love me, my whole history? and if 1 did, would it sot close the door of her heart eternally against mel or, snppneiltg it was tno late for that, and she already loved Me, would it not make her, for e..y sake, miserable for lifer I believe it would. On this account, even, thing* are in- evitable. There is another resins: elietber it enmity abeowd m finea, in my aratwments with Wulf, I do not lower. When a teen ksii vowed • vow, dire he break it? Timm is a °retain vow of mine, whish, Sidi marry, most be broken. Iia roam in his seines, nr possessing the eo niano.st feeling* eif jnstiee and tenderness, would give his name to • beloved woman, with theibilit of ehildren to inherit it, and then �n neon each and ell of then M. ansi whir SELLING OUT. I pave artanalas4 so rof ue enure *GA. eameie of FUR CAPS, t IRISH(48, Bowl$ AD SHOPS, R HOSI)fISY GRoceauss, eta. , rte. 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Ton are right; I have sees esteems, ' No doubt he he s,,lt`as, is am Aker rice told ms !be hobs dtlai- Tliis most grew' pear ;wee 'n ens ing to 1+e the nee.re y islsnoe w. se Somebody must have done a good deal of the winuowing business this ones - noon; for in the course of it I gave him as much nonsense as any reasonable man could stand --even such an ultra -reason- able man as Dr. Urquhart. Papa said once that she was "taking Goo great lib- erty of speech with our good fnend, the doctor -that foolish little Dora;" but foolish little Dora knows well enough what she is about -when to be silly and when to be wise. She believes in her heart that there are some people to whom it does groat good to be dragged down from their heights of wisdom, and forced to talk and smile, until the cloud wean off, and the smile becomes permanent grows into a sunshine that warms every one else all through. Oh, if he had had a happy life -if Dallas had Lived ---this Dallas whom I often think about, and seem to know quite well - what a cheer- ful, blithe nature his would have been o , Sift Just before ten, when papa was taking his sleep, t ir. Urquhart proposed that we should all go for a walk. Penelope excus- ed herself; besides, she thinks it wrong to walk Ont on a Sunday; but Liaabel and Augustus were very glad to go. So was i, having never been beyond the garden since papa's illness. 1f I try to remember all the trivial in- cidents of to -day, at full length it is be - cense it has been such an exceedingly happy day; to preserve which from the chances of this mortal life, "the sundry and manifold changes of this world," as the prayer says, I here write down the account of it. How vague, how incompatible with?' the hundrum tenor of our quiet days at Rockmoiint that collect used to sound. "That amid the sundry and manifold changer' of this world, our hearts may surely there be fixed, where true joys are to be found, through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen'" Now, is if newly under- atan'ling it, I also repeat, "Amen." ▪ [To as coilT hiss,] so bototme Ween to toe sunsets se. As they went along, throngs crowdod about the cart to see the fallen tyrant, and the gendarmes pointed , him out with their swords. He was pursued by the howling mob, who had formerly yelled as fiercely at his victim, and now charged him with the blood of then all. Troop; of women who had danced at the deaths of those that he had sent to the scaffold now dancedsthe Carmagnole round the cart as it paused before the house of Du lair, where he had lived. A woman, breaking, from the crowd, rushed close to him, exclaiming, "Mur- derer of all my kindred, your agony 611. me with transport ! Descend to perdi: tion, pvnnod fly the curses of every mother in France !" 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