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was well within a week-for nothing breeds impatience faster than retirement from work—you are so thick-headed in your

farmhouse ways, sometimes I am worn out with you.' I do not expect to be thought of any higher because I have left off working for myself ; and Deborah is satisfied to be called “ Debby," and walks no prouder than if she had got to clean her own steps daily. You cannot enter . into what people think of me, counting Parson Beloe ; and therefore it is no good saying anything about it. But, Stephen, you may rely upon it, that you will be sorry afterwards. That poor girl, the prettiest girl in Yorkshire, and the kindest and the best, is going off her victuals, and consuming of her substance, because you will not even look at her. If you don't want the child, let me have her. To us she is as welcome as the flowers in May.'

'If Mary wishes it, she can go with you,' the farmer answered sternly; and hating many words, he betook himself to work, resolving to keep at it until the tanner should be gone. But when he came home after dusk, his steadfast heart was beating faster than his stubborn mind approved. Mary might have taken him at his word, and flown for refuge from displeasure, cold voice, and dull comfort, to the warmth and hearty cheer, and love of the folk who only cared to please her, spoil her, and utterly ruin her. Folk who had no sense of fatherly duty or right conscience; but, having piled up dirty money, thought that it covered everything ; such people as they might think it fair to come between a father and his child and truckle to her, by backing her up in whims that were against her good, and making light of right and wrong as if they turned on money-but Mary (such a prudent lass, although she was a fool just now) must see through all such shallow tricks, such rigmarole about Parson Beloe, who must be an idiot himself to think so much of Simon Popplewell —for Easter offerings, no doubt--but there, if Mary had the heart to go away, what use to stand maundering about it? Stephen Anerley would be dashed if he cared which way it was.

Meaning all this, Stephen Anerley, however, carried it out in a style at variance with such reckless vigour. Instead of marching boldly in at his own door, and throwing himself upon a bench, and waiting to be waited upon, he left the narrow gravel walk (which led from the horse-gate to the front door) and craftily fetched a compass through the pleasure-beds and little shrubs, upon the sward, and in the dusk, so that none might see or hear him. Then priding himself upon his stealth, as a man with whom it is rare may do, yet knowing all the time that he was more than half ashamed of it, he began to peep in at his own windows, as if he were planning how to rob his own house. This thought struck him, but instead of smiling, he sighed very sadly; for his object was to learn whether house and home had been robbed of that which he loved so fondly. There was no Mary in the kitchen seeing to his supper; the fire was bright, and the pot was there, but only shadows round it. No Mary in the little

and a wretched candle guttering. Then, as a last hope, he peered into the dairy, where she often went at fall of night, to see things safe, and sang to keep the ghosts away. She would not be singing now of course, because he was so cross with her ; but if she were there it would be better than the merriest song for him. But no, the place was dark and cold ; tub and pan, and wooden skimmer, and the pails hung up to drain, all were left to themselves, and the depth of want of life was over them. She hathn't been there for an hour,' thought he; "a reek o' milk, and not my lassie.'

Very few human beings have such fragrance of good-will as milk. The farmer knew that he had gone too far in speaking coarsely of the Cow; whose children first forego their food for the benefit of ours, and then become veal to please us. “My little maid is gone,' said the lord of many cows, who had robbed some thousands of their calves. • I trow I must make up my mind to see my little maid no more.'

Without compunction for any mortal cow (though one was bellowing sadly in the distance, who had lost her calf that day), and without even dreaming of a grievance there, Master Anerley sat down to think upon a little bench hard by. His thoughts were not very deep or subtle ; yet to him they were difficult because they were so new and sad. He had always hoped to go through life in the happiest way there is of it, with simply doing common work, and heeding daily business, and letting other people think the higher class of thought for him. To live as nature, cultivated quite enough for her own content, enjoys the round of months and years, the changes of the earth and sky, and gentle slope of time subsiding to softer shadows and milder tones. And, most of all, to see his children, dutiful, good, and loving, able and ready to take his place—when he should be carried from farm to church-to work the land he loved so well, and to walk in his ways, and praise him.

But now he thought, like Job in his sorrow, all these things are against me.' The air was laden with the scents of autumn, rich and ripe and soothing—the sweet fulfilment of the year. The mellow odour of stacked wheat, the stronger perfume of clover, the brisk smell of apples newly gathered, the distant hint of onions roped, and the luscious waft of honey spread and hung upon the evening breeze. • What is the good of all this,' he muttered, when my little lassie is gone away, as if she had no father?'

• Father, I am not gone away. Oh! father, I never will go away, if you will love me as you did.'

Here Mary stopped; for the short breath of a sob was threatening to catch her words; and her nature was too like her father's to let him triumph over her. The sense of wrong was in her heart, as firm and deep as in his own, and her love of justice quite as strong; only they differed as to what it was. Therefore Mary would not sob until she was invited. She stood in the arch of trimmed yew-tree, almost within reach of his arms; and though it was dark, he knew her face

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* Dearie, sit down here,' he said ; there used to be room for you and me, without two chairs, when you was my child.'

* Father, I am still your child,' she answered softly, sitting by him. Were you looking for me just now? Say it was me you were looking for.

* There is such a lot of rogues to look for; they skulk about so, and they fire the stacks

• Now, father, you never could tell a fib,' she answered, sidling closer up, and preparing for his repentance.

I say that I was looking for a rogue. If the cap fits'-here he smiled a little, as much as to say, 'I had you there;' and then, without meaning it, from simple force of habit, he did a thing equal to utter surrender. He stroked his chin, as he always used to do when going to kiss Mary, that the bristles might lie down for her.

The cap doesn't fit; nothing fits but you ; you-you-you, my own dear father!' she cried as she kissed him again and again, and put her arms round to protect him. And nobody fits you, but your own Mary. I knew you were sorry. You needn't


it. You are too stubborn, and I will let you off. Now don't say a word, father ; I can do without it. I don't want to humble you, but only to make you good; and you are the very best of all people, when you please. And you never must be cross again with your darling Mary. Promise me immediately; or you shall have no supper.'

Well,' said the farmer; 'I used to think that I was gifted with the gift of argument. Not like a woman, perhaps ; but still pretty well for a man, as can't spare time for speechifying, and bath to earn bread for self and young 'uns.'

• Father, it is that arguing spirit that has done you so much harm. You must take things as Heaven sends them; and not go arguing about them. For instance, Heaven has sent you

me.' . So a' might,' Master Anerley replied; but without a voice from the belly of a fish, I wunna' believe that He sent Bob Lyth.'



Now Robin Lyth held himself in good esteem; as every honest man is bound to do, or surely the rogues will devour him. Modesty kept him silent as to his merits very often; but the exercise of selfexamination made them manifest to himself. As the Yorkshireman said to his minister, when pressed to make daily introspection, I darena' do it, sir; it sets me up so, and leaveth no chance for my neighbours;' so the great free-trader, in charity for others, forbore to examine himself too much. But without doing that, he was conscious of being as good as Master Anerley; and intended, with equal It was not, therefore, as the farmer thought, any deep sense of illegality which kept him from coming forward now, as a gallant sailor always does; but rather the pressure of sterner business, and the hard necessity of running goods, according to honourable contract. After his narrow escape from outrage upon personal privilege—for the habeas corpus

of the Constitution should at least protect a man while making love it was clear that the field of his duties as a citizen was padlocked against him, until next time. Accordingly he sought the wider bosom of the ever-liberal sea ; and leaving the noble Carroway to mourn-or in stricter truth, alas ! to swear-away he sailed, at the quartering of the moon, for the land of the genial Dutchman.

Now this was the time when the forces of the realm were mightily gathered together against him. Hitherto there bad been much fine feeling on the part of his Majesty's Revenue, and a delicate sense ofetiquette. All the commanders of the cutters on the coast, of whom and of which there now were three, had met at Carroway's festive board ; and, looking at his family, had one and all agreed to let him have the first chance of the good prize-money. It was All Saints' Day of the year gone by when they met and thus enjoyed themselves; and they bade their host appoint his time; and he said he should not want three months. At this they laughed, and gave him twelve; and now the twelve had slipped away.

I would much rather never have him caught at all,' said Carroway to his wife, when bis year of precaption had expired, “than for any of those fellows to nab him; especially that prig last sent down.'

So would I, dear; so would I, of course,' replied Mrs. Carroway, who had been all gratitude for their noble self-denial when they made the promise; "what airs they would give themselves! And what could they do with the money? Drink it out! I am sure that the condition of our best tumblers, after they come, is something. People who don't know anything about it always fancy that glass will clean. Glass won't clean, after such men as those; and as for the tabledon't talk of it.'

“Two out of the three are gone'--the lieutenant's conscience was not void of offence concerning tables-gone upon promotion. Everybody gets promotion, if he only does his very best never to deserve it. They ought to have caught Lyth long and long ago. What are such dummies fit for?'

‘But, Charles, you know that they would have acted meanly and dishonestly if they had done so. They promised not to catch him; and they carried out their promise.'

* Matilda, such questions are beyond you altogether. You cannot be expected to understand the service. One of those trumpery, halfdecked craft—or they used to be half-deckers in my time—has had three of those fresh-meat Jemmies over her, in a single twelvemonth. But of course, they were all bound by the bargain they had made. As for that, small thanks to them. How could they catch him, when I couldn't? They chop and they change so, I forget their names; my

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Nonsense, Charles ; you know them like your fingers. But I know what you want; you want Geraldine, you are so proud to hear her tell it.'

Tilly, you are worse. You love to hear her say it. Well, call her in, and let her do it. She is making an oyster-shell cradle over there with two of the blessed babies.'

Charles, how very profane you are! All babes are blessed by the Lord, in an independent parable, whether they can walk, or crawl, or put up their feet, and take nourishment. Jerry, you come in this very moment. What are you doing with your two brothers there, and a dead skate-bless the children! Now say the cutters and their captains.'

Geraldine, who was a pretty little girl,, as well as a good and clever one, swept her wind-tossed hair aside, and began to repeat her lesson ; for which she sometimes got a penny when her father had made a good dinner.

· His Majesty's cutter “Swordfish,” Commander Nettlebones, senior officer of the Eastern division after my papa, although a very young man still, carries a swivel-gun and two bow-chasers. His Majesty's cutter “Kestrel," commanded by Lieutenant Bowler, is armed with three long-Johns, or strap-guns, capable of carrying a pound of shrapnel. His Majesty's cutter “ Albatross," Lieutenant Corkoran Donovan, carries no artillery yet-

• Not artillery-guns, child ; your mother calls them “ artillery.".

*Carries no guns yet, because she was captured from the foreign enemy; and as yet she has not been reported staunch, since the British fire made a hole in her. It is, however, expected that those asses at the dockyard-

• Geraldine, how often must I tell you that you are not to use that word! It is your father's expression.'

It is, however, expected that those donkeys at the dockyard will recommend her to be fitted with two brass how-is-yers.'

Howitzers, my darling. Spell that word, and you penny. Now you may run out and play again. Give your old father a pretty kiss for it. I often wish, continued the lieutenant, as his daughter flew back to the dead skate and the babies, that I had only got that child's clear head. Sometimes the worry is too much for me. And now if Nettlebones catches Robin Lyth, to a certainty I shall be superseded, and all of us go to the workhouse. Oh, Tilly, why won't your old aunt die? We might be so happy afterwards.

• Charles, it is not only sinful, but wicked, to show any wish to hurry her. The Lord knows best what is good for us; and our prayers upon such matters should be silent.'

"Well, mine would be silent and loud too, according to the best chance of being heard. Not that I would harm the poor old soul; I wish her every heavenly blessing; and her time is come for all of them. But I never like to think of that, because one's own time might come first. I have felt very much out of spirits to-day, as my poor father

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