第2章

Therewasanofficerattheirhead,encouraginghismen,——acourageous,handsome,gallantofficeroffive—and—thirty,whomDoubledicksawhurriedly,almostmomentarily,butsawwell。Heparticularlynoticedthisofficerwavinghissword,andrallyinghismenwithaneagerandexcitedcry,whentheyfiredinobediencetohisgesture,andMajorTauntondropped。

Itwasoverintenminutesmore,andDoubledickreturnedtothespotwherehehadlaidthebestfriendmaneverhadonacoatspreaduponthewetclay。MajorTaunton’suniformwasopenedatthebreast,andonhisshirtwerethreelittlespotsofblood。

\"DearDoubledick,\"saidhe,\"Iamdying。\"

\"FortheloveofHeaven,no!\"exclaimedtheother,kneelingdownbesidehim,andpassinghisarmroundhisnecktoraisehishead。

\"Taunton!Mypreserver,myguardianangel,mywitness!Dearest,truest,kindestofhumanbeings!Taunton!ForGod’ssake!\"

Thebright,darkeyes——sovery,verydarknow,inthepaleface——

smileduponhim;andthehandhehadkissedthirteenyearsagolaiditselffondlyonhisbreast。

\"Writetomymother。YouwillseeHomeagain。Tellherhowwebecamefriends。Itwillcomforther,asitcomfortsme。\"

Hespokenomore,butfaintlysignedforamomenttowardshishairasitflutteredinthewind。TheEnsignunderstoodhim。Hesmiledagainwhenhesawthat,and,gentlyturninghisfaceoveronthesupportingarmasifforrest,died,withhishanduponthebreastinwhichhehadrevivedasoul。

NodryeyelookedonEnsignRichardDoubledickthatmelancholyday。

Heburiedhisfriendonthefield,andbecamealone,bereavedman。

Beyondhisdutyheappearedtohavebuttworemainingcaresinlife,——one,topreservethelittlepacketofhairhewastogivetoTaunton’smother;theother,toencounterthatFrenchofficerwhohadralliedthemenunderwhosefireTauntonfell。Anewlegendnowbegantocirculateamongourtroops;anditwas,thatwhenheandtheFrenchofficercamefacetofaceoncemore,therewouldbeweepinginFrance。

Thewarwenton——andthroughitwenttheexactpictureoftheFrenchofficerontheoneside,andthebodilyrealityupontheother——

untiltheBattleofToulousewasfought。Inthereturnssenthomeappearedthesewords:\"Severelywounded,butnotdangerously,LieutenantRichardDoubledick。\"

AtMidsummer—time,intheyeareighteenhundredandfourteen,LieutenantRichardDoubledick,nowabrownedsoldier,seven—and—

thirtyyearsofage,camehometoEnglandinvalided。Hebroughtthehairwithhim,nearhisheart。ManyaFrenchofficerhadheseensincethatday;manyadreadfulnight,insearchingwithmenandlanternsforhiswounded,hadherelievedFrenchofficerslyingdisabled;butthementalpictureandtherealityhadnevercometogether。

Thoughhewasweakandsufferedpain,helostnotanhouringettingdowntoFromeinSomersetshire,whereTaunton’smotherlived。Inthesweet,compassionatewordsthatnaturallypresentthemselvestothemindto—night,\"hewastheonlysonofhismother,andshewasawidow。\"

ItwasaSundayevening,andtheladysatatherquietgarden—

window,readingtheBible;readingtoherself,inatremblingvoice,thatverypassageinit,asIhaveheardhimtell。Heheardthewords:\"Youngman,Isayuntothee,arise!\"

Hehadtopassthewindow;andthebright,darkeyesofhisdebasedtimeseemedtolookathim。Herhearttoldherwhohewas;shecametothedoorquickly,andfelluponhisneck。

\"Hesavedmefromruin,mademeahumancreature,wonmefrominfamyandshame。O,Godforeverblesshim!AsHewill,HeWill!\"

\"Hewill!\"theladyanswered。\"Iknowheisinheaven!\"Thenshepiteouslycried,\"ButO,mydarlingboy,mydarlingboy!\"

NeverfromthehourwhenPrivateRichardDoubledickenlistedatChathamhadthePrivate,Corporal,Sergeant,Sergeant—Major,Ensign,orLieutenantbreathedhisrightname,orthenameofMaryMarshall,orawordofthestoryofhislife,intoanyearexcepthisreclaimer’s。Thatprevioussceneinhisexistencewasclosed。Hehadfirmlyresolvedthathisexpiationshouldbetoliveunknown;todisturbnomorethepeacethathadlonggrownoverhisoldoffences;

toletitberevealed,whenhewasdead,thathehadstrivenandsuffered,andhadneverforgotten;andthen,iftheycouldforgivehimandbelievehim——well,itwouldbetimeenough——timeenough!

Butthatnight,rememberingthewordshehadcherishedfortwoyears,\"Tellherhowwebecamefriends。Itwillcomforther,asitcomfortsme,\"herelatedeverything。Itgraduallyseemedtohimasifinhismaturityhehadrecoveredamother;itgraduallyseemedtoherasifinherbereavementshehadfoundason。DuringhisstayinEngland,thequietgardenintowhichhehadslowlyandpainfullycrept,astranger,becametheboundaryofhishome;whenhewasabletorejoinhisregimentinthespring,heleftthegarden,thinkingwasthisindeedthefirsttimehehadeverturnedhisfacetowardstheoldcolourswithawoman’sblessing!

Hefollowedthem——soragged,soscarredandpiercednow,thattheywouldscarcelyholdtogether——toQuatreBrasandLigny。Hestoodbesidethem,inanawfulstillnessofmanymen,shadowythroughthemistanddrizzleofawetJuneforenoon,onthefieldofWaterloo。

AnddowntothathourthepictureinhismindoftheFrenchofficerhadneverbeencomparedwiththereality。

Thefamousregimentwasinactionearlyinthebattle,andreceiveditsfirstcheckinmanyaneventfulyear,whenhewasseentofall。

Butitsweptontoavengehim,andleftbehinditnosuchcreatureintheworldofconsciousnessasLieutenantRichardDoubledick。

Throughpitsofmire,andpoolsofrain;alongdeepditches,onceroads,thatwerepoundedandploughedtopiecesbyartillery,heavywaggons,trampofmenandhorses,andthestruggleofeverywheeledthingthatcouldcarrywoundedsoldiers;joltedamongthedyingandthedead,sodisfiguredbybloodandmudastobehardlyrecognisableforhumanity;undisturbedbythemoaningofmenandtheshriekingofhorses,which,newlytakenfromthepeacefulpursuitsoflife,couldnotendurethesightofthestragglerslyingbythewayside,nevertoresumetheirtoilsomejourney;dead,astoanysentientlifethatwasinit,andyetalive,——theformthathadbeenLieutenantRichardDoubledick,withwhosepraisesEnglandrang,wasconveyedtoBrussels。Thereitwastenderlylaiddowninhospital;

andthereitlay,weekafterweek,throughthelongbrightsummerdays,untiltheharvest,sparedbywar,hadripenedandwasgatheredin。

Overandoveragainthesunroseandsetuponthecrowdedcity;overandoveragainthemoonlightnightswerequietontheplainsofWaterloo:andallthattimewasablanktowhathadbeenLieutenantRichardDoubledick。RejoicingtroopsmarchedintoBrussels,andmarchedout;brothersandfathers,sisters,mothers,andwives,camethrongingthither,drewtheirlotsofjoyoragony,anddeparted;somanytimesadaythebellsrang;somanytimestheshadowsofthegreatbuildingschanged;somanylightssprangupatdusk;somanyfeetpassedhereandthereuponthepavements;somanyhoursofsleepandcoolerairofnightsucceeded:indifferenttoall,amarblefacelayonabed,likethefaceofarecumbentstatueonthetombofLieutenantRichardDoubledick。

Slowlylabouring,atlast,throughalongheavydreamofconfusedtimeandplace,presentingfaintglimpsesofarmysurgeonswhomheknew,andoffacesthathadbeenfamiliartohisyouth,——dearestandkindestamongthem,MaryMarshall’s,withasolicitudeuponitmorelikerealitythananythinghecoulddiscern,——LieutenantRichardDoubledickcamebacktolife。Tothebeautifullifeofacalmautumneveningsunset,tothepeacefullifeofafreshquietroomwithalargewindowstandingopen;abalconybeyond,inwhichweremovingleavesandsweet—smellingflowers;beyond,again,theclearsky,withthesunfullinhissight,pouringitsgoldenradianceonhisbed。

Itwassotranquilandsolovelythathethoughthehadpassedintoanotherworld。Andhesaidinafaintvoice,\"Taunton,areyounearme?\"

Afacebentoverhim。Nothis,hismother’s。

\"Icametonurseyou。Wehavenursedyoumanyweeks。Youweremovedherelongago。Doyouremembernothing?\"

\"Nothing。\"

Theladykissedhischeek,andheldhishand,soothinghim。

\"Whereistheregiment?Whathashappened?Letmecallyoumother。

Whathashappened,mother?\"

\"Agreatvictory,dear。Thewarisover,andtheregimentwasthebravestinthefield。\"

Hiseyeskindled,hislipstrembled,hesobbed,andthetearsrandownhisface。Hewasveryweak,tooweaktomovehishand。

\"Wasitdarkjustnow?\"heaskedpresently。

\"No。\"

\"Itwasonlydarktome?Somethingpassedaway,likeablackshadow。Butasitwent,andthesun——Otheblessedsun,howbeautifulitis!——touchedmyface,IthoughtIsawalightwhitecloudpassoutatthedoor。Wastherenothingthatwentout?\"

Sheshookherhead,andinalittlewhilehefellasleep,shestillholdinghishand,andsoothinghim。

Fromthattime,herecovered。Slowly,forhehadbeendesperatelywoundedinthehead,andhadbeenshotinthebody,butmakingsomelittleadvanceeveryday。Whenhehadgainedsufficientstrengthtoconverseashelayinbed,hesoonbegantoremarkthatMrs。Tauntonalwaysbroughthimbacktohisownhistory。Thenherecalledhispreserver’sdyingwords,andthought,\"Itcomfortsher。\"

Onedayheawokeoutofasleep,refreshed,andaskedhertoreadtohim。Butthecurtainofthebed,softeningthelight,whichshealwaysdrewbackwhenheawoke,thatshemightseehimfromhertableatthebedsidewhereshesatatwork,washeldundrawn;andawoman’svoicespoke,whichwasnothers。

\"Canyoubeartoseeastranger?\"itsaidsoftly。\"Willyouliketoseeastranger?\"

\"Stranger!\"herepeated。Thevoiceawokeoldmemories,beforethedaysofPrivateRichardDoubledick。

\"Astrangernow,butnotastrangeronce,\"itsaidintonesthatthrilledhim。\"Richard,dearRichard,lostthroughsomanyyears,myname——\"

Hecriedouthername,\"Mary,\"andsheheldhiminherarms,andhisheadlayonherbosom。

\"Iamnotbreakingarashvow,Richard。ThesearenotMaryMarshall’slipsthatspeak。Ihaveanothername。\"

Shewasmarried。

\"Ihaveanothername,Richard。Didyoueverhearit?\"

\"Never!\"

Helookedintoherface,sopensivelybeautiful,andwonderedatthesmileuponitthroughhertears。

\"Thinkagain,Richard。Areyousureyouneverheardmyalteredname?\"

\"Never!\"

\"Don’tmoveyourheadtolookatme,dearRichard。Letitliehere,whileItellmystory。Ilovedagenerous,nobleman;lovedhimwithmywholeheart;lovedhimforyearsandyears;lovedhimfaithfully,devotedly;lovedhimwithouthopeofreturn;lovedhim,knowingnothingofhishighestqualities——notevenknowingthathewasalive。Hewasabravesoldier。Hewashonouredandbelovedbythousandsofthousands,whenthemotherofhisdearfriendfoundme,andshowedmethatinallhistriumphshehadneverforgottenme。

Hewaswoundedinagreatbattle。Hewasbrought,dying,here,intoBrussels。Icametowatchandtendhim,asIwouldhavejoyfullygone,withsuchapurpose,tothedreariestendsoftheearth。Whenheknewnooneelse,heknewme。Whenhesufferedmost,heborehissufferingsbarelymurmuring,contenttoresthisheadwhereyourrestsnow。Whenhelayatthepointofdeath,hemarriedme,thathemightcallmeWifebeforehedied。Andthename,mydearlove,thatItookonthatforgottennight——\"

\"Iknowitnow!\"hesobbed。\"Theshadowyremembrancestrengthens。

Itiscomeback。IthankHeaventhatmymindisquiterestored!MyMary,kissme;lullthiswearyheadtorest,orIshalldieofgratitude。Hispartingwordswerefulfilled。IseeHomeagain!\"

Well!Theywerehappy。Itwasalongrecovery,buttheywerehappythroughitall。Thesnowhadmeltedontheground,andthebirdsweresingingintheleaflessthicketsoftheearlyspring,whenthosethreewerefirstabletorideouttogether,andwhenpeopleflockedabouttheopencarriagetocheerandcongratulateCaptainRichardDoubledick。

ButeventhenitbecamenecessaryfortheCaptain,insteadofreturningtoEngland,tocompletehisrecoveryintheclimateofSouthernFrance。TheyfoundaspotupontheRhone,withinarideoftheoldtownofAvignon,andwithinviewofitsbrokenbridge,whichwasalltheycoulddesire;theylivedthere,together,sixmonths;

thenreturnedtoEngland。Mrs。Taunton,growingoldafterthreeyears——thoughnotsooldasthatherbright,darkeyesweredimmed——

andrememberingthatherstrengthhadbeenbenefitedbythechangeresolvedtogobackforayeartothoseparts。Soshewentwithafaithfulservant,whohadoftencarriedhersoninhisarms;andshewastoberejoinedandescortedhome,attheyear’send,byCaptainRichardDoubledick。

Shewroteregularlytoherchildren(asshecalledthemnow),andtheytoher。ShewenttotheneighbourhoodofAix;andthere,intheirownchateaunearthefarmer’shousesherented,shegrewintointimacywithafamilybelongingtothatpartofFrance。Theintimacybeganinheroftenmeetingamongthevineyardsaprettychild,agirlwithamostcompassionateheart,whowasnevertiredoflisteningtothesolitaryEnglishlady’sstoriesofherpoorsonandthecruelwars。Thefamilywereasgentleasthechild,andatlengthshecametoknowthemsowellthatsheacceptedtheirinvitationtopassthelastmonthofherresidenceabroadundertheirroof。Allthisintelligenceshewrotehome,piecemealasitcameabout,fromtimetotime;andatlastenclosedapolitenote,fromtheheadofthechateau,soliciting,ontheoccasionofhisapproachingmissiontothatneighbourhood,thehonourofthecompanyofcethommesijustementcelebre,MonsieurleCapitaineRichardDoubledick。

CaptainDoubledick,nowahardy,handsomemaninthefullvigouroflife,broaderacrossthechestandshouldersthanhehadeverbeenbefore,dispatchedacourteousreply,andfolloweditinperson。

TravellingthroughallthatextentofcountryafterthreeyearsofPeace,heblessedthebetterdaysonwhichtheworldhadfallen。

Thecornwasgolden,notdrenchedinunnaturalred;wasboundinsheavesforfood,nottroddenunderfootbymeninmortalfight。Thesmokeroseupfrompeacefulhearths,notblazingruins。Thecartswereladenwiththefairfruitsoftheearth,notwithwoundsanddeath。Tohimwhohadsooftenseentheterriblereverse,thesethingswerebeautifulindeed;andtheybroughthiminasoftenedspirittotheoldchateaunearAixuponadeepblueevening。

Itwasalargechateauofthegenuineoldghostlykind,withroundtowers,andextinguishers,andahighleadenroof,andmorewindowsthanAladdin’sPalace。Thelatticeblindswereallthrownopenaftertheheatoftheday,andtherewereglimpsesoframblingwallsandcorridorswithin。Thentherewereimmenseout—buildingsfallenintopartialdecay,massesofdarktrees,terrace—gardens,balustrades;tanksofwater,tooweaktoplayandtoodirtytowork;

statues,weeds,andthicketsofironrailingthatseemedtohaveovergrownthemselvesliketheshrubberies,andtohavebranchedoutinallmannerofwildshapes。Theentrancedoorsstoodopen,asdoorsoftendointhatcountrywhentheheatofthedayispast;andtheCaptainsawnobellorknocker,andwalkedin。

Hewalkedintoaloftystonehall,refreshinglycoolandgloomyaftertheglareofaSouthernday’stravel。Extendingalongthefoursidesofthishallwasagallery,leadingtosuitesofrooms;

anditwaslightedfromthetop。Stillnobellwastobeseen。

\"Faith,\"saidtheCaptainhalting,ashamedoftheclankingofhisboots,\"thisisaghostlybeginning!\"

Hestartedback,andfelthisfaceturnwhite。Inthegallery,lookingdownathim,stoodtheFrenchofficer——theofficerwhosepicturehehadcarriedinhismindsolongandsofar。Comparedwiththeoriginal,atlast——ineverylineamenthowlikeitwas!

Hemoved,anddisappeared,andCaptainRichardDoubledickheardhisstepscomingquicklydownownintothehall。Heenteredthroughanarchway。Therewasabright,suddenlookuponhisface,muchsuchalookasithadworninthatfatalmoment。

MonsieurleCapitaineRichardDoubledick?Enchantedtoreceivehim!

Athousandapologies!Theservantswerealloutintheair。Therewasalittlefeteamongtheminthegarden。Ineffect,itwasthefetedayofmydaughter,thelittlecherishedandprotectedofMadameTaunton。

HewassograciousandsofrankthatMonsieurleCapitaineRichardDoubledickcouldnotwithholdhishand。\"ItisthehandofabraveEnglishman,\"saidtheFrenchofficer,retainingitwhilehespoke。

\"IcouldrespectabraveEnglishman,evenasmyfoe,howmuchmoreasmyfriend!Ialsoamasoldier。\"

\"Hehasnotrememberedme,asIhaverememberedhim;hedidnottakesuchnoteofmyface,thatday,asItookofhis,\"thoughtCaptainRichardDoubledick。\"HowshallItellhim?\"

TheFrenchofficerconductedhisguestintoagardenandpresentedhimtohiswife,anengagingandbeautifulwoman,sittingwithMrs。

Tauntoninawhimsicalold—fashionedpavilion。Hisdaughter,herfairyoungfacebeamingwithjoy,camerunningtoembracehim;andtherewasaboy—babytotumbledownamongtheorangetreesonthebroadsteps,inmakingforhisfather’slegs。Amultitudeofchildrenvisitorsweredancingtosprightlymusic;andalltheservantsandpeasantsaboutthechateauweredancingtoo。ItwasasceneofinnocenthappinessthatmighthavebeeninventedfortheclimaxofthescenesofpeacewhichhadsoothedtheCaptain’sjourney。

Helookedon,greatlytroubledinhismind,untilaresoundingbellrang,andtheFrenchofficerbeggedtoshowhimhisrooms。Theywentupstairsintothegalleryfromwhichtheofficerhadlookeddown;andMonsieurleCapitaineRichardDoubledickwascordiallywelcomedtoagrandouterchamber,andasmalleronewithin,allclocksanddraperies,andhearths,andbrazendogs,andtiles,andcooldevices,andelegance,andvastness。

\"YouwereatWaterloo,\"saidtheFrenchofficer。

\"Iwas,\"saidCaptainRichardDoubledick。\"AndatBadajos。\"

Leftalonewiththesoundofhisownsternvoiceinhisears,hesatdowntoconsider,WhatshallIdo,andhowshallItellhim?Atthattime,unhappily,manydeplorableduelshadbeenfoughtbetweenEnglishandFrenchofficers,arisingoutoftherecentwar;andtheseduels,andhowtoavoidthisofficer’shospitality,weretheuppermostthoughtinCaptainRichardDoubledick’smind。

Hewasthinking,andlettingthetimerunoutinwhichheshouldhavedressedfordinner,whenMrs。Tauntonspoketohimoutsidethedoor,askingifhecouldgivehertheletterhehadbroughtfromMary。\"Hismother,aboveall,\"theCaptainthought。\"HowshallI

tellher?\"

\"Youwillformafriendshipwithyourhost,Ihope,\"saidMrs。

Taunton,whomhehurriedlyadmitted,\"thatwilllastforlife。Heissotrue—heartedandsogenerous,Richard,thatyoucanhardlyfailtoesteemoneanother。IfHehadbeenspared,\"shekissed(notwithouttears)thelocketinwhichsheworehishair,\"hewouldhaveappreciatedhimwithhisownmagnanimity,andwouldhavebeentrulyhappythattheevildayswerepastwhichmadesuchamanhisenemy。\"

Shelefttheroom;andtheCaptainwalked,firsttoonewindow,whencehecouldseethedancinginthegarden,thentoanotherwindow,whencehecouldseethesmilingprospectandthepeacefulvineyards。

\"Spiritofmydepartedfriend,\"saidhe,\"isitthroughtheethesebetterthoughtsarerisinginmymind?Isitthouwhohastshownme,allthewayIhavebeendrawntomeetthisman,theblessingsofthealteredtime?Isitthouwhohastsentthystrickenmothertome,tostaymyangryhand?Isitfromtheethewhispercomes,thatthismandidhisdutyasthoudidst,——andasIdid,throughthyguidance,whichhaswhollysavedmehereonearth,——andthathedidnomore?\"

Hesatdown,withhisheadburiedinhishands,and,whenheroseup,madethesecondstrongresolutionofhislife,——thatneithertotheFrenchofficer,nortothemotherofhisdepartedfriend,nortoanysoul,whileeitherofthetwowasliving,wouldhebreathewhatonlyheknew。AndwhenhetouchedthatFrenchofficer’sglasswithhisown,thatdayatdinner,hesecretlyforgavehiminthenameoftheDivineForgiverofinjuries。

HereIendedmystoryasthefirstPoorTraveller。But,ifIhadtolditnow,IcouldhaveaddedthatthetimehassincecomewhenthesonofMajorRichardDoubledick,andthesonofthatFrenchofficer,friendsastheirfatherswerebeforethem,foughtsidebysideinonecause,withtheirrespectivenations,likelong—dividedbrotherswhomthebettertimeshavebroughttogether,fastunited。

CHAPTERIII——THEROAD

Mystorybeingfinished,andtheWassailtoo,webrokeupastheCathedralbellstruckTwelve。Ididnottakeleaveofmytravellersthatnight;forithadcomeintomyheadtoreappear,inconjunctionwithsomehotcoffee,atseveninthemorning。

AsIpassedalongtheHighStreet,IheardtheWaitsatadistance,andstruckofftofindthem。TheywereplayingnearoneoftheoldgatesoftheCity,atthecornerofawonderfullyquaintrowofred—

bricktenements,whichtheclarionetobliginglyinformedmewereinhabitedbytheMinor—Canons。Theyhadoddlittleporchesoverthedoors,likesounding—boardsoveroldpulpits;andIthoughtIshouldliketoseeoneoftheMinor—Canonscomeoutuponhistopstop,andfavouruswithalittleChristmasdiscourseaboutthepoorscholarsofRochester;takingforhistextthewordsofhisMasterrelativetothedevouringofWidows’houses。

Theclarionetwassocommunicative,andmyinclinationswere(astheygenerallyare)ofsovagabondatendency,thatIaccompaniedtheWaitsacrossanopengreencalledtheVines,andassisted——intheFrenchsense——attheperformanceoftwowaltzes,twopolkas,andthreeIrishmelodies,beforeIthoughtofmyinnanymore。However,Ireturnedtoitthen,andfoundafiddleinthekitchen,andBen,thewall—eyedyoungman,andtwochambermaids,circlingroundthegreatdealtablewiththeutmostanimation。

Ihadaverybadnight。Itcannothavebeenowingtotheturkeyorthebeef,——andtheWassailisoutofthequestion——butineveryendeavourthatImadetogettosleepIfailedmostdismally。Iwasneverasleep;andinwhatsoeverunreasonabledirectionmymindrambled,theeffigyofMasterRichardWattsperpetuallyembarrassedit。

Inaword,IonlygotoutoftheWorshipfulMasterRichardWatts’swaybygettingoutofbedinthedarkatsixo’clock,andtumbling,asmycustomis,intoallthecoldwaterthatcouldbeaccumulatedforthepurpose。Theouterairwasdullandcoldenoughinthestreet,whenIcamedownthere;andtheonecandleinoursupper—

roomatWatts’sCharitylookedaspaleintheburningasifithadhadabadnighttoo。ButmyTravellershadallsleptsoundly,andtheytooktothehotcoffee,andthepilesofbread—and—butter,whichBenhadarrangedlikedealsinatimber—yard,askindlyasI

coulddesire。

Whileitwasyetscarcelydaylight,weallcameoutintothestreettogether,andthereshookhands。ThewidowtookthelittlesailortowardsChatham,wherehewastofindasteamboatforSheerness;thelawyer,withanextremelyknowinglook,wenthisownway,withoutcommittinghimselfbyannouncinghisintentions;twomorestruckoffbythecathedralandoldcastleforMaidstone;andthebook—pedleraccompaniedmeoverthebridge。Asforme,IwasgoingtowalkbyCobhamWoods,asfaruponmywaytoLondonasIfancied。

WhenIcametothestileandfootpathbywhichIwastodivergefromthemainroad,IbadefarewelltomylastremainingPoorTraveller,andpursuedmywayalone。Andnowthemistsbegantoriseinthemostbeautifulmanner,andthesuntoshine;andasIwentonthroughthebracingair,seeingthehoarfrostsparkleeverywhere,I

feltasifallNaturesharedinthejoyofthegreatBirthday。

Goingthroughthewoods,thesoftnessofmytreaduponthemossygroundandamongthebrownleavesenhancedtheChristmassacrednessbywhichIfeltsurrounded。Asthewhitenedstemsenvironedme,I

thoughthowtheFounderofthetimehadneverraisedhisbenignanthand,savetoblessandheal,exceptinthecaseofoneunconscioustree。ByCobhamHall,Icametothevillage,andthechurchyardwherethedeadhadbeenquietlyburied,\"inthesureandcertainhope\"whichChristmastimeinspired。WhatchildrencouldIseeatplay,andnotbelovingof,recallingwhohadlovedthem!NogardenthatIpassedwasoutofunisonwiththeday,forIrememberedthatthetombwasinagarden,andthat\"she,supposinghimtobethegardener,\"hadsaid,\"Sir,ifthouhavebornehimhence,tellmewherethouhastlaidhim,andIwilltakehimaway。\"Intime,thedistantriverwiththeshipscamefullinview,andwithitpicturesofthepoorfishermen,mendingtheirnets,whoaroseandfollowedhim,——oftheteachingofthepeoplefromashippushedoffalittlewayfromshore,byreasonofthemultitude,——ofamajesticfigurewalkingonthewater,inthelonelinessofnight。MyveryshadowonthegroundwaseloquentofChristmas;fordidnotthepeoplelaytheirsickwherethemoreshadowsofthemenwhohadheardandseenhimmightfallastheypassedalong?

ThusChristmasbegirtme,farandnear,untilIhadcometoBlackheath,andhadwalkeddownthelongvistaofgnarledoldtreesinGreenwichPark,andwasbeingsteam—rattledthroughthemistsnowclosinginoncemore,towardsthelightsofLondon。Brightlytheyshone,butnotsobrightlyasmyownfire,andthebrighterfacesaroundit,whenwecametogethertocelebratetheday。AndthereI

toldofworthyMasterRichardWatts,andofmysupperwiththeSixPoorTravellerswhowereneitherRoguesnorProctors,andfromthathourtothisIhaveneverseenoneofthemagain。