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“ What look do you mean ?" question. You must ask, 'Of what asked Chrysippus ; “have I an odd have I knowledge ?' and I reply, look ?"

You know nothing, and can know “ Bless you, no !" said she, with nothing, but your own sensations." her eyes carefully averted.

For instance, when you say, 'I “But you said

know that there will be flowers in “ Never mind what I said,” she the spring,' you mean that after the cried in a great heat; "and if you lapse of a certain time (of the origin want to teach me,” she added, "be- of the idea of time I shall speak gin at once, before I get through presently) you will experience sensamy dusting. I like to be usefully tions of sight, touch, and scent, employed when I am learning any- which when associated in a spething.'

cial manner you distinguish as “ But you are usefully employed flowers. when you are learning what is use- This language was not altogether ful."

new to the pupil, who had often “ Stuff!" said Mrs Banyan. heard her young instructor discours

When Mrs Banyan made use of ing with himself to the same effect. this expressive monosyllable, it was and in the same style. On this a sign that any further discussion occasion she was content to observe would be offensive to her. So with a sniff, “Then, if anything Chrysippus, who was secretly sur- goes wrong

with
my nose,

there will prised at gaining his pupil with be no spring next year.” such ease, thought it well to begin Chrysippus was not alarmed by her higher education at once, before this criticism. “ The connection," she had time to cool. Having open- he continued, “between the limitaed the old cabinet, he extracted tion of knowledge to the sensations. from a shelf of manuscripts a page of the individual, and the certainty of note-paper, which was adorned of the universal physical laws, by by the solid characters of his late which we are warranted in assertparent. With this precious relic ing that winter will be followed by between his finger and thumb, the spring, is a subject too difficult for youth seated himself with profes- you at present. Leaving this for a sorial dignity in his high-backed future occasion, we will now pass chair, and fixing his calm eyes on from the fundamental law of the his former nurse, addressed her as nature of knowledge to the correfollows: “The best course of educa- sponding law of human action. The tion, my dear Banyan, begins by motive of action is the pleasure to impressing on the pupil certain be gained or the pain to be avoided universal laws, from which dissent by the action; and this is true of is impossible, and which explain the action of every man." all the phenomena of the universe, “Well, I never did think well physical, mental, moral, and social. of men," said the pupil. This paper, which I hold in my “And of every woman,” added hand, explains the world."

the inexorable logician. * And neither him nor his father This was too much. “ You horrid ever beyond the parish !" was the little scamp !" cried Mrs Banyan, comment of Mrs Banyan. “And positively standing idle in her how do you know all this ?” she amazement. “Do you suppose,” asked.

she went on, with growing indig“ You very properly bring me nation, “that I took charge of you back," he said, “to the preliminary all these years to please myself ?”

Why did you then?" asked he, continued, turning to Chrysippus; calmly.

"and as for your teaching, if you “ Because I chose,” cried the un- must muddle your head with such wary dame.

rubbish, don't muddle mine — no, “Precisely !” he said, “ because

“ because nor Margaret's either. " you chose

that is, because you “Who is Margaret ?” he asked. wished--that is, to please yourself.” “There, there ! and I meant to

“Please myself, indeed!” she see if I could not surprise you for exclaimed, now thoroughly angry. once, though it's my opinion that "I tell you that I stayed here be- nothing under an earthquake would cause I wished ; and I wished, be- ' make you move an eyelash.” cause it's not right to leave a “But who is Margaret?" wretched orphan to take care of Well, if you must know, she's himself; and nobody else in the my niece, and I've sent for her to village would ever take such a help me to take care of the house ; place. And as for any pleasure for I am not so young as I was, which I have had in this house, or and, do what I can, I can't keep the any satisfaction in you, since that place clean.” And here she fell to awful night”-and here she check- rubbing the furniture, as if she had ed herself, as was her wont, just just found it, and was shocked by half a minute too late.

its neglected state. “What awful night ?” he asked. “Do you like her?” he asked.

There was a strange contrast I have not seen her since she between tutor and pupil at this was a little girl," she answered, moment. In her face was clearly “but she promised well, and they shown the struggle between temper say she's fond of work. Besides, and the desire to curb it, and her she is not afraid to come, and that's voice had a sharp sound, which, for something." all its fierceness, was not far from “But why should she be afraid ?” tears. In his cheek there was no “Now, I won't answer another flush, in his lips and fingers no question,” said Mrs Banyan, firmly; movement of excitement. If the “but one thing I will say, my niece woman had aroused in him either has had too much schooling to please sympathy or irritation, there was me; so don't you get talking to her no outward sign of either. His any of that nonsense which you words were clearly uttered in their were talking to me just now.” usual tone, and his voice had a « But it is not nonsense.” judicial calmness, with no trace of “Stuff!" said Mrs Banyan. curiosity, when he asked, “What Some days after this conversation, awful night?"

Chrysippus, returning from the gar“The night your poor father died,” den to his books, found a young she answered, after a minute's pause. girl actively rubbing the old cabi

“ Did you admire him so much?” net which stood behind his chair.

“Of course," she said ; "heaven The cupboard creaked and groaned; forgive me !" she mentally added. but careless of the expostulations,

* And in what way have I been she hummed a little song like a bee less satisfactory since that particu- at work among the flowers. It was lar date ?"

an evil day for the venerable con“ Drat the boy !” cried Mrs fidant of Mr John Strong's secrets. Banyan, "he's a perfect question- When the outside had been polishing machine ! But you may do ed to the verge of agony, the doors your answering for yourself," she were turned upon their wheezy hinges, and the shelves within laid “Oh, pray don't touch my father's bare. The cabinet, which even books !” he cried. Perhaps it was Mrs Banyan had so far respected, his earnestness which brought the that only the tender touch of a smile to her lips. She was smiling, feather-brush had visited it, was at as she closed the old doors, and the mercy of this young adventurer, turned to him. and all its treasures of tomes and “How do you do, sir ?” said she. papers were face to face with the “How do you do? Margaret,” iconoclastic duster. But the im- said he; and having said it, he minence of the danger roused Chry- felt a little awkward, and blushed sippus from his surprise.

slightly.

CHAPTER III.

“ Woman less free than welcome! Can it be

She were to us less welcome if more free?"

same was.

Was no birth of light so fair the aggregate of atoms the force of since the world's first dawn, as on attraction was greater than that of that morning. During the few repulsion. He would mark, how weeks, which had gone by since with a sweet simplicity the same the old house was made bright by undiminished matter gathered into the footsteps of Margaret, there mountain, river, tree, and flower, had been cloud and shower, shower then packed closer still in fish and cloud : now, on a sudden, was and bird, in beast and man. He a day for the fairies. Chrysippus had nly to pursue the had never heard the sheep-bell on train of thought, until the dividing the distant slope so clearly, nor the force was everywhere in excess ; nearer babble of children's voices in and lo! man, beast, bird, fish, the village street. The wind of flower, tree, river, mountain, and heaven had never stirred the hair the round earth itself, became about his temples so softly, nor once more a loose group of like borne so freshly the smell of rich atoms drawing nearer to the sun. soil, of growing crops, of flowers One who could imagine all this at that filled the earth and air. The eighteen years of age, was not to be student was amazed at the strange tickled in the nose and ear by the acuteness of his senses ; but some- spirit of summer. A closely-packed how as he thought of his new bundle of dissimilar parts, he stood emotion it was gone, and the charm outside the universe, and watched of the world passed by. He was a it through the glasses perched upon little impatient with himself. Was his delicate nose, with a kindly he, who understood nature to its patronage. Its infinite variety was deepest depth, to be cheated by to him an inevitable heterogeneity. whispers of Nymph from stream or He felt that he must get to wood? Was he an idle fellow who work; so he took down a volume, must meditate poetry, because, for- and sharpened a pencil for marginal sooth, there was more oxygen about annotations. But his occupation than yesterday? Why, it was his was not satisfactory. He knew all pastime to watch the earth together that was in the book, and his attenwith more important planets come tion wandered. Men and women into being, because for a time in were gossiping in the road, and

their voices disturbed him. Being the stream came back the lightunable to banish them, he deter- footed breeze, bright with sounds mined to accept and explain them, . of birds, sheep-bells, and children, but it was stupid work. After fragrant with earth and growing mentally taking to pieces and put- crops and blooming flowers. The ting together the chief speaker, he whole morning, which he had so could only repeat the same process carefully shut out, was back upon until the whole group was exhausted. him, as if the garden song were the The student of psychology yawned. summons of a fairy. Chrysippus, Men and women are so painfully who was now stark mad, thought it alike, and brains and spinal columns He looked at the distant hills, are all of one pattern. While he gave a great sigh, snatched up his was languidly dissolving the village hat, and put it on. That hat, which butcher, there suddenly rose from was wont to cover as cool a brain as the garden a song as artless, frank, could be found, was for the first and sweet as the morning. In a time slightly on one side. As he moment he was ashamed of the made for the door, it opened, and work on which he was engaged. Mrs Banyan appeared on the threshIt was presumptuous—nay, more, old. She stared in amazement. it was indecent; there was no word She rubbed her eyes, and looked for it but vile. No difference in again. She was not dreaming; and human beings indeed! Who could there certainly was a faint flush in sing like Meg? If their throats. his cheek. were of the same fashion, why could “Meg must go to the hills with not they use them ? Her move- me," he said, eagerly. If he had asked ments in the daily work were made for the moon, or for a work of ficto music. She was like the great tion, Mrs Banyan could not have composition of a master, which was been more surprised. yet full of simple melodies. She “But she has got her work to was snow in sunlight, grass in dew, do," she objected. dawn in untrodden meadows, fresh “It is a shame," he cried," that roses, fresh lilies, fresh daisies, fresh she should work so hard. She lettuce, fresh cream. She was fair, has no time for books nor country and sweet, and good. She was walks, no holidays, no pleasure.” princess and dairymaid, cook and “No pleasure !” exclaimed she, fairy, star alone in heaven, and rather tartly. “Suppose that it is candle in the cottage window. Who her pleasure to work, what then ?” could describe the flood of fancies Chrysippus could not think of the which poured through the mind of right answer at the moment; and this young man so suddenly gone she continued mad? Through all those days, “If the girl was idle, she would while maid Margaret put the house be wretched; but there ! I suppose in order, the stream had been rising that it's one of your fads to have higher, and the deluded youth had people happy in your way instead been unaware. With the song of their own. heard at that disturbing hour, the “But I say that it is a shame first ripple had gleamed above his that Meg should work so hard, and outworks; and a moment after, the I sit idle. Because we men are whole broad flood poured in. How stronger, we make women slaves. his paper embankments went down! The position of woman is degraded, Books freighted with the most pon- and not to be endured.” derous words were of no avail. On “ You have endured seeing me

women

work for a good many years," ob- garden. Each moment she had served Mrs Banyan, drily.

been glancing at the sky with half O Banyan," he entreated, “let a sigh, and had followed with her me ask her to come! You have no eyes each bird that darted with a right to prevent her,” he added, thrill of pleasure over the wall. hotly; "she ought to do what- Besides, since in her youth she ever she likes. All men and was more sanguine than her aunt,

should do what they the wish of Chrysippus seemed like."

to change him in a moment to a “Even when it is wrong?” asked wholly new person. Every day she she.

had learned to pity him more and “How can you say what is right more. He was so unable to be or wrong? Nobody should show young, even so unconscious of the even by a look that he disapproves possibility of youth, so cold in takof another's act. It is grossing kindness, so mercilessly just to tyranny."

himself and others, that his presence “Well,” observed Mrs' Banyan, had already begun to chill her glad *" I never have smiled at a thief, spirits, and to make her sigh at odd and I never will.”

moments with a new appreciation of “O Banyan, do let her come !”, pathos. Now, instead of this lifebegged the youth, coming down less thinker, suddenly through the with great rapidity from the eleva- tangled sweets of the garden came a tion of the lawgiver. “I feel as if boy with flush and blush and eager I should live, if she would take me prayer; and with no doubt she put away to the blue hills."

her hand in his to lead him out of The good dame was softened. the shadows. It was a summer Had Margaret meditated a walk day's miracle, and the whole duty of with any

other young man, she had woman was to prevent a reaction. been under lock and key in no time ; For a time they went in silence. but Chrysippus was so comically Her thoughts were a half-formed unlike other young men that it was hymn of thanksgiving for the beauty hard to find a reason for refusing of the time, and the joy of her comhis request. Besides, deep in Mrs panion. He followed where she Banyan's soul was amazement at led, filled with an emotion of delight, the change in Chrysippus. For the with a strange wonder that all things first time, since he was three years were so fair ; perceiving the earth old, she saw in him the signs of and air, song of birds, and charm of strong emotion. She felt as if the girl beside him, as vivid parts something had given way in him. of one boundless beauty; making She seemed nearer to him than she no effort to distinguish the pleasure had ever been since he was a little gained from each, but for the first child. Her motherly heart went time, since he was a little child, out towards him, she smiled on him glad. He was tired first, as was without consciousness of a previous natural. They had just reached the intention to smile. The smile almost edge of the downs, and, descending widened to a laugh, and her face a little, she chose a seat where the beamed like the sun at noon, as she grass was deepened and wrinkled said

about the roots of an old tree. Away “There, there! go and enjoy your- on the left the sun was already movself.”

ing towards the west, and the rays Maid Margaret needed no per- spread downward like a fan, touchsuasion to woo her from the narrow ing the low-lying hills from end to

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