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A TALE OF TRIAL AND TRIUMPH.
BY THE EDITOR,
AUTHORS who write tales for the million have a certain mode of treatment which those who look into popular works cannot fail to be familiar with. Their heroines are extremely beautiful, having long raven hair, jet black eyes, pallid cheeks often fushed with hectic tinges, ruby lips, pearly teeth, breath as sweet as the odour of flowers, and voices extremely musical. They sing, dance, play, draw, and talk French or German with native fluency; the latter capabilities being illustrated by numerous common-place quotations, exhibiting absurd errors of spelling and application. Their heroes are seldom under six feet, -of course they have high intellectual foreheads, they are at once graceful, modest, and courageous. They have a keen sense of honour, and would rather endure the most terrible adversity than utter a word of prevarication. Those who support the diablerie of the plots are also painted in the most positive colours; they have no element of goodness, they are an incarnation of lies and wickedness, and seem to live upon the wretchedness of others rather than upon the establishment of happiness for themselves. The plot always has a strong savouring of love and jealousy next to which ambition, avarice, and hatred, take their places. Pick these elements out of the most popular stories, and nothing remains but the gossip of old women over the tea-table, and a few dashes of sentiment put in to give the book a little moral tone. In the following story, made up from incidents of real life, we hope to depart'in many respects from the beaten track of Authors to which we have just adverted. Our object will be to bring together, into one focus, the histories of some remarkable lives that have fallen under our own observation ; and we shall endeavour to show that the errors and sufferings of the wicked may be made, if rightly viewed, beacons to guide the footsteps of those who have yet their lives before them, with temptations besetting their daily paths. Whether our heroes and heroines are beautiful or not, we shall leave to the imagination of the reader, asking for them a judgment of their whole development, rather than that partial examination which looks only to the beauties of the surface, leaving the higher charms of heart and mind unappreciated.
as she knocked the ashes out of her pipe ; “ until you come to the four cross roads,
and then take the way to the left, where "Is this the way to Windmere ?” asked the Saracen's Head stands, and that will a young boy of fourteen, as he halted at bring you right into Windmere.” the doorway of a little house standing by " How far is it from this?" asked the the side of a toll-gate on a country road. boy. "It is,” said an old woman who was "Well, from here to the Saracen's they sitting upon a three-legged stool, her reckon two miles, and from there to back bent into a perfect arch, her elbows Windmere Market-place, may be four or Testing upon her knees; and after she had five more," said the woman. Teplied, she tried by repeated efforts to “ That's a long way!" rejoined the boy, rešindle the light in the ashes of a sadly, and he eased his shoulder of the tobacco-pipe, from the narcotic weed weight of a little bundle that was perched in which she had already exhausted the upon a small crook stick, and thrown vitality. “Keep straight on," she said, across it. “ I've already walked nine
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9512 me with a glass of water 31
woman, te was al my fault.au btoon think I've
a 'drop woman, putting aosi her pipe Then take that! essaid I the drunkard
exultingly, at the same titué giving the "but if you'll wait a minute, and just boya kick;" which severely bruised his well and brino sate, I'll run down to the ankle, and made it bleed. The poor lad look after the
1991 as 9101 let fall his bundle, støoped down to rub “Let me et me or fou will said the rive met
"I won't his ankle, and begun to ery, for he was trouble
me the jug, previously wearyl aña såd tilt bos batolapan and, show me the way, I will bring you You shouldn't have done that Mathews, water for yourself."* "*U*Soft“,
said the wagoner, as the old woman opened Nay nay,
the old woman, rising and shaking her rags to free thein from Shouldh'e rz" said Mathews, ""I'll do the tobacco dust had fallen upon the same for her, assoori as you are them;
and I'll bring you through.". The Vágönérvospoke to his
End a drink of water i saying she horses, and they moved tons" Come, ""
off, her slip-sliodo shoes displaying said he to the la«, « you seem hurt young disposition to desert her feet as she fellow; jump up, be quick, and
I'll give you trailed them through the thick 'aust
which a lift, if you're going my way." adla rose in clouds after her, until she turned cownia a little dell which led to the spring, upon the"
"wagon, and as it drove off, his She had not been gone a moment, when a heart was pained by hearing the drunken ped by the barrier, for the gate was closed. But the vehicle moved on at a good speed,
At this moment man hier van state of and the sounds soon died away he wagonert stood opposite to the toll - house, and .
that old couple ha' been married for forty entering it, exclaimed with considerable years, and have kept various gates along anger, * Here Maggie, the gate; you old this road, but the old man is always drurk, varmint,
his neglecting your work!"
the work. He would have been
turned off Look sharp,” " said the wagoner, “I'm from his employment years ago, but for behind time, and my load is heavy, so I the respect, Wonian. They know that
some people have for can't afford to be
Maggie, Maggie ! shouted the in- she must starve if they turn him away toxicated man to the well to fetch me a taking
it; but when the weekly wages are drop of water," said the boy.
Then she had no business to go, to most of it, and so he gets drunk from get water for you, nor anybody else," was the angry reply, and the intoxicated man, M & It is a hard case," said the lad. still war
looked about unsuccessfully for the key of the gate.
ilgint theory, young master," said the
the harder, when you know 10. "I'm a coming."
shouted Maggie as wagoner: **** That old woman, dirty and emerged from among
spects. She might have married a lord or "You're a coming, is yer" exclaimed the squire. Mathews was the son of a drunken man, and as soon as Maggie ap- farmer. He was a gay, handsome, winproached, he stretched out his arm to strike ning sort of fellow, and he made love to her, but succeeded only in knocking the Miss Rowcroft, as she was then called. dashed to pieces. He again tried to strike and belonged to a very wealthy family
. the poor approach. The boy, throwing himself before her called his daughter to him, and more than
of his futter dislike to the match. I've
heard that he wasu?t one of those men, wandered about these lanes in a wretched that would make his child marry for state. Once, nearly two years ago, she fortune -or før, name'; he didn't care to had a fever. It was in the month of make her a duchess, or anything of that.. November, and she had been delirious for sort, but he did want to marry her to a some days. Well,' in the night, she got heart and a soul, in fact to a man, and he up, and set off for the Manor House. saw such marks of ignorance and dissipa- There was a great party there that night, tion about young Mathews, that he both to keep up the birth of a young squire.” implored and threatened his daughter, to “ What, her brother do you mean?” induce her not to throw herself away. | asked the youth. But she would, and did. She turned a “No, no, not by no means, for the deaf ear to her father's advice-and what father was dead, and the Manor House was the consequence! The old man dis- had passed away from the family. All posed of his property in some way that the people about were strange. Well, she couldn't touch a shilling of it, and there was music and dancing, and coloured having lived long enough to see that all lights along the grounds. The windows his opinions of Mathews were true, and of the drawing room, which opened on to that his only daughter, whom he loved the lawn, were thrown open, and guests in with all the strength of a father's devotion, fine garments, and wearing rich jewels, was becoming demoralized in the eyes of and all that sort of thing, were walking a great circle of admirers among whom she about, when Maggie reached the spot. once shone as a star, he died of grief. The glare of light, and the sounds of From that moment his daughter, who had music, only increased the frenzy of poor already sunk low enough through Mathew's / Maggie's mind. She got over the fence, bad treatment, abandoned herself more crept stealthily along the shrubbery, until and more to wretchedness, and there she she got near to the drawing-room, when is now, a monument of the misery which in a moment, as the dance was going on, often descends upon those who turn a deaf she glided into the room, and gazing ear to the advice of parents,"
around, cried aloud for her father. There “ And he living proof of the dis- were some there who knew her, who had grace and misery which overtakes those danced with her in that very place, when who yield themselves to intemperate appen she was her father's pride, and the belle of tites," observed the boya
They bore her away from “That's true,'' said the wagoner, “I | the affrighted guests, and then they drew was once pretty likely to go in his way around in groups, while her story was told. myself, but thank God I've found out a This sad interruption so depressed the better road, and these horses are not less party, that it was soon broken up-the frequently in a beer shop than I am. music was heard no more that night, the They are bad places, young man–bad lights were speedily extinguished, and the places, depend on't. A glass of water in people all went to their homes. Not a a man's own house, is sweeter than wine in bright beauty in that room, young the haunts of the wicked.”'
master, but learned a solemn lesson that The boy listened with marked attention night-not one of them, depend upon it, to many observations of a similar ten, afterwards slighted the word of a loving dency-for as his own experience had father, who saw reasonable grounds for proved, he too could tell of the sorrows of objecting to a foolish and soulless attacha home, made desolate by the errors of a ment." father's life. Of that, however, hereafter. “I should think not,” said the boy, with
" I should like," said the lad," to try a pepsive countenance. “I wish I knew to do something for, the old woman. how to do poor old Maggie some good." She seemed delighted to go for the water I wish you did," said the wagoner. for me; and for that she was beaten." There can be no harm in trying, the
"I'm afraid, young master, there's little boy thought chance of doing her
good. She's They had now reached the four crossgone crazed
one or twice, through the roads. “Which way do you take ?" intreatment of that brutal man, and has quired the wagoner.