of the house embarrassed; putting himself forward to pilot the ship through the breakers, his vanity and sanguine temperament, we may suppose, led him to persuade himself, when he committed the first crime, that he was only borrowing the money. But it did not occur to him, that when he was once naturalized and enrolled as a subject of the prince of darkness, there was no rebelling against his authority. Having by the means of forgery sold out, and appropriated the stock of one individual to his own use, when that money was called for, he was constrained to have recourse to the same dishonest means to make up the amount, to prevent the discovery of his practice, until he was involved in a labyrinth, and had committed a series of forgeries, which were too overwhelming for reflection. There is, perhaps, no instance on record, of a man situated as Fauntleroy was; well educated, and possessing a sensitive mind, enduring for so long a period a state of peril and danger, yet keeping up all the external appearances of gaiety and self-possession; though his acquaintance now say, that it was evident he laboured to be at ease. There could be no doubt but that the latter part of his career was spent in making efforts to disengage himself from his own thoughts, one of the hardest tasks for man to accomplish; and it is highly probable, had his detection been protracted much longer, that his mind would have broken down under the energies his unhappy situation called him to exert. The force of a fall is always in proportion to the height from which we are hurled; the truth of this aphorism was illustrated in this case: he had no hope from the moment of his apprehension; his depression was complete, and but the work of an instant. The sight of Plank, the Marlborough Street police officer, whom he knew, when he came into his presence operated upon him like a coup de soleil, and he never afterwards rallied; his heart, indeed, must always have been like a watch, which never knows repose until it ceases to beat. As regards money, for several years he appears to have been reckless of consequences, his habits being of the most expensive nature. A troubled mind ever shows itself in inconsistencies of character; he was a liberal subscriber to many public charities, and frequently gave a sovereign when asked for alms by casual beggars in the streets; at other times he either was, or affected to be, extremely parsimonious. He, however, was subjected to many more fits of extravagance than saving, many of which, without doubt, he plunged into whilst in a confused or perturbed state of mind; they were efforts to gild a rotten heart, to paint in gaudy colours the exterior of a charnel-house, or whiten the outside of the sepulchre. Knowing his own hollowness, he on every side endeavoured to entrench himself with splendid artificials, to divert the eye from penetrating his internal condition. As he advanced, he said, " in life, he became more subject to paroxysms of despair, and at times wildly looked round for a gap through which he might make his escape, but there was no hope left for him; in vain then would he call for mandragora, or pray for a plunge in Lethe's stream." These were his own words when giving some particulars of his life and feelings to a friend whilst in Newgate. could," said he, "any day have left the country with money sufficient to insure me a retreat in safety to some remote part of the world; this alternative often presented itself to my mind, but I wanted the resolution to dismount my fancied pedestal of consequence; the dread of the world discovering what I was, spell-bound me to the spot, and kept me waiting a ready victim to the offended laws of my country." False pride, and the idea that he was in some way a man of consequence, possessed his mind to the last. "Alas!" exclaimed he one evening, after his condemnation, while looking in the glass, and picking a bunch of grapes, a fruit of which he was remarkably fond, "is this all that is left of the once spoken of Henry Fauntleroy? It was not long since I had wealth, fame, and friends. What am I now? A man without estimation of any kind-a condemned, disgraced felon." He then dropped into a chair, burying his face between his hands, resting them upon his elevated knees, in which position he would often remain for hours together. Rising suddenly up, and pacing the room, he muttered to himself, yet loud enough to be heard by the person who attended him, "It was natural for me to wish to pass through life with honour, and to maintain the position of my father; but I sought the honour of men, and a poor, unsatisfactory bauble it is: to acquire estimation and reputation here we must become subservient, and conform to a world wholly made up of error. The d-d pride of winning a few little months' esteem from mortals has overthrown me." Casting his eyes upwards, the person who was in the room with him took the opportunity to point to a Bible which was lying on the table. "True," he continued, "I thank you. Time is rapidly on the wing, and I imagine that I shall have none to spare. Oh! had I but reflected that it must have come to this, I might have avoided the ignominy and disgrace, but, "Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, Suddenly becoming more fixed, apparently in thought, with his eyes directed towards the Bible, he continued: "Yes, there is a cause a God, which supports, upholds, and governs all things that regulates all things by an irresistible and sovereign decree that pervades the whole moral and natural system. It pleased God that I should be born to take charge of a troubled house-to end my days on a scaffold; yet had I not a will to cut out for myself some less dangerous path? Could I not have steered round the rock, instead of dashing the head of my vessel point blank against it? Had I chanced "Do not use that word, Mr. Fauntleroy," said a pious friend of his mildly, as he at the moment entered the room unobserved. "Why not?" asked the unhappy man. “Because," he rejoined, "there is no such thing as chance." "Are all things, modes, attributes, actions, and passions, then preordained?" inquired the other. "God is the sole arbiter of the universe, and has left nothing to chance he is the cause of all causes, and origin itself is comprised in the term. Had vivid fancy fled to its remotest borders in quest of language, or vain conception in pursuit of words, none could have been found more vague and simple than what is called chance. It neither includes the common course of nature, or any secondary cause; but amounts, as a writer expresses it, simply to this: that something is produced by nothing. God is the disposer of the means tending to every appointed end. Man's will instrumentally is the means, when God's will is the appointment; the former is a changeable cause, but depends on an unchangeable one. You must admit that there can be no effect without a cause," continued his friend, anxious to avail himself of this opportunity to prepare Fauntleroy's mind for the worst. "You are now in a situation that may be termed the extreme of distress; in whichever way we may view it, we cannot imagine one of greater trouble. The perusal of your trial informs us of the immediate cause; if we search for the secondary, or remoter causes, we shall find them not far distant, nor can they elude our observation. This is no time, Mr. Fauntleroy, for a real friend to be over ceremonious. Do not accuse Providence of placing you in a jumbled concatenation of circumstances, which constrained your path; but look seriously to your own state of mind, examine yourself closely, and see if, to an extent, you have not a free will, and possess a power to act in conformity with it? Your chance is order not understood? Man would, if he could, make the stars guilty of his crimes; but we will speak of this further, presently. I have a letter for you, which you must read." So saying, he put it into his hand. (To be continued.) ΑΙΜΙΛΙΑΝΟΥ ΝΙΚΑΕΩΣ. Εἰς Παῖδα τῆς μητρος τεθνηχνίας μασον θηλάζοντα. DRAW, child of sorrow, life's fast failing stream, JW. SNARLEYYOW; OR, THE DOG FIEND.1 AN HISTORICAL NOVEL. BY CAPT. MARRYAT. CHAPTER XIII. In which the ship's company join in a chorus, and the corporal goes on a cruise. MR. VANSLYPERKEN is in his cabin, with Snarleyyow at his side, sitting upon his haunches, and looking in his master's face, which wears an air of anxiety and `discomfiture; the fact is, that Mr. Vanslyperken is any thing but content; he is angry with the widow, with the ship's company, with the dog, and with himself; but his anger towards the dog is softened, for he feels that, if any thing in this world loves him, it is the dog-not that his affection is great, but as much as the dog's nature will permit; and, at all events, if the animal's attachment to him is not very strong, still he is certain that Snarleyyow hates every body else. It is astonishing how powerful is the feeling that is derived from habit and association. Now that the life of his cur was demanded by one, and, as he was aware, was sought for by many, Vanslyperken put a value upon him that was extraordinary. Snarley yow had become a precious jewel in the eyes of his master, and what he suffered in anxiety and disappointment from the perverse disposition of the animal, only endeared him the more. "Yes, my poor dog," apostrophised the lieutenant, "they would seek your life -nay, that hard-hearted woman demands that you should be laid dead at her porch. All conspire against you, but be not afraid, my dog, your master will protect you against all." Vanslyperken patted the animal on the head, which was not a little swelled from the blows received from the broom of Babette, and Snarleyyow rubbed his nose against his master's trowsers, and then raised himself up, by putting his paw upon his master's knee. This brought the dog's head more to the light, and Vanslyperken observed that one eye was swelled and closed. He examined it, and to his horror found that it had been beaten out by the broom of Babette. There was no doubt of it, and Mr. Vanslyperken's choler was extreme. "Now, may all the curses of ophthalmia seize the faggot," cried the lieutenant, "I wish I had her here. My poor, poor dog!" and Vanslyperken kissed the os frontis of the cur, and what perhaps had never occurred since childhood, and what nothing else could have brought about, Mr. Vanslyperken wept-actually wept over an animal, which was not, from any qualification he possessed, worth the charges of the cord which would have hanged him. Surely the affections have sometimes a bent towards insanity. After a short time the lieutenant rang his bell, and ordered some 1 Continued from p. 14. June 1836.-VOL. XVI.-NO. LXII. I warm water, to bathe the dog's eye. Corporal Van Spitter, as Smallbones was in his hammock, answered the summons, and when he returned aft with the water, he made known to Mr. Vanslyperken the mutinous expressions of Jemmy Ducks. The lieutenant's small eye twinkled with satisfaction. "Damned the Admiral, did he-which one was it-Portsmouth or Plymouth ?" This Corporal Van Spitter could not tell; but it was certain that Jemmy had damned his superior officer; "And moreover," continued the corporal," he damned me." Now Mr. Vanslyperken had a great hatred against Jemmy Ducks, because he amused the ship's company, and he never could forgive any one who made people happy; moreover, he wanted some object to visit his wrath upon, so he asked a few more questions, and then dismissed the corporal, put on his tarpaulin hat, put his speaking trumpet under his arm, and went on deck, directing the corporal to appoint one of the marines to continue to bathe the eye of his favourite. Mr. Vanslyperken looked at the dog-vane, and perceived that the wind was foul for sailing, and moreover, it would be dark in two hours, so he determined upon not starting till the next morning, and then he thought that he would punish Jemmy Ducks; but the question occurred to him whether he could do so or not. Was James Salisbury a boatswain by right, or not? He received only the pay of a boatswain's mate, but he was styled boatswain on the books. It was a nice point, and the balance was even. Mr. Vanslyperken's own wishes turned the scale, and he resolved to flog Jemmy Ducks if he could. We say, if he could, for as, at that time, tyrannical oppression on the part of the superiors was winked at, and no complaints were listened to by the Admiralty, insubordination, which was the natural result, was equally difficult to get over; and although on board of the larger vessels, the strong arm of power was certain to conquer, it was not always the case in the smaller, where the superiors were not in sufficient force, or backed by a numerous party of soldiers or marines, for there was then little difference between the two services. Mr. Vanslyperken had had more than one mutiny on board of the vessels which he had commanded, and, in one instance, his whole ship's company had taken the boats and gone on shore, leaving him by himself in the vessel, preferring to lose the pay due to them, than to remain longer on board. They joined other ships in the service, and no notice was taken of their conduct by the authorities. Such was the state of half dicipline at the period we speak of in the service of the king. The ships were, in every other point, equally badly fitted out and manned; peculation of every kind was carried to excess, and those who were in command thought more of their own interest than of any thing else. Ships' stores and provisions were constantly sold, and the want of the former was frequently the occasion of the loss of the vessel, and the sacrifice of the whole crew. Such maladministration is said to be the case even now in some of the continental navies. It is not until a long series of years have elapsed, that such regulations and arrangements as are at present so economically and beneficially administered to our navy, can be fully established. Having settled the point so far, Mr. Vanslyperken then proceeded |