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of the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, centrated all his revived forces in a sneer of great lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered disdain and bitterness.
speak afore so monny, wi’out bein moydert and himself of this and what other froth and fume he But, oh my friends and brothers! Oh men and muddled." had in him. He had declaimed himself into a vio- Englishmen, the down-trodden operatives of Coke- Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake lent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By town! What shall we say of that man- -that work- it off, in his bitterness. dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a far-ing-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel “ I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' ing gaslight, clenching his fists, knitting his brows, the glorious name—who, being practically and well a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed setting his teeth, and pounding with his arms, he acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, reg'lations. I canna' coom in wi' 'em. My friends, had taken so much out of himself by this time, that the injured pith and marrow of this land, and hav- I doubt their doin' you onny good. Licker they'll he was brought to a stop and called for a glass of ing heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity do yo hurt.” water.
that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to sub- Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned As he stood there, trying to quench his fiery face scribe to the funds of the United Aggregate Tribu- sarcastically. with his drink of water, the nparison between
nal, and to abide by the injunctions issued by that “But 't an: commuch for that as I stands out. If the orator and the crowd of attentive faces turned body for your benefit, whatever they may be—what, that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th rest.
But I ha' towards him, was extremely to his disadvantage.
I ask you, will you say of that working man, since my reasons mine, yo see—for bein hindered; not Judging him by Nature's evidence, he was above the such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a on’y now, but awlus—awlus—life long!" mass in very little but the stage on which he stood. time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at
Slackbridge, jumped up and stood beside him, In many great respects, he was essentially below such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a gnashing and tearing.
“Oh my friends, what but them. He was not so honest, he was not so manly,
recreant ; who, at such a time, is not ashamed to this did I tell you? Oh my fellow-countrymen,
make you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that what warning but this did I give you? And how he was not so good-humored; he substituted cunning for their simplicity, and passion for their safe he will hold himself aloof, and will not be one of shows this recreant conduct in a mau on whom solid sense. An ill-made high-shouldered man,
those associated in the gallant stand for Frcedom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh with lowering brows, and his features crushed into and for Right ?"
yoa Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornaan habitually sour expression, he contrasted most
The assembly was divided at this point. There tion show in one of yourselves, who is thus conunfe vorably, even in his mongrel dress, with the were some groans and hisses, but the general sense senting to his own undoing and to yours, and to great body of his hearers in their working clothes. of honor was much too strong for the condemnation your children's and your children's children's ?" Strange as it always is to consider any assembly in of a man unheard. “Be sure you're right, Slack
There was some applause, and some crying of
“ Put him up!" the act of submissively resigning itself to the dreari- bridge !"
“Let's hear him!" Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the ness of some complacent person, lord or commoner,
Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's whom three-fourths of it could, by no human means, strong voice called out, “ Is the man heer?. If the worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely raise out of the slough of inanity to their own intel- man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the nian himseln, emotions it evinced ; and in the kindness of their lectual level, it was particularly strange, and it was 'stead o'yo.” Which was received with a round of nature, they were more sorry than indignant. even particularly affecting, to see this crowd of applause.
“ 'Tis this Delegate's trade for t speak,” said earnest faces, whose honesty in the main no com
Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a Stephen,“ an he's paid for’t, an he knows his work. petent observer free from bias could doubt, 60
withering smile ; and, holding out his hand at arm's Let him keep to't Let him give no heed to what I agitated by such a leader.
length (as the manner of all Slackbridge's is), to still ba had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not
the thundering sea, waited until there was a pro- for nobbody but me.” Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah ! The eagerness, found silence.
There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in hoth of attention and intention, exhibited in all the “Oh my friends and fellow men !” said Slack- these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet countenances, made them a most impressive sight. bridge, then shaking his head with violent scorn, and attentive. The same strong voice called out, There was no carelessness, no languor, 110 idle " I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of “Slackbridge, let tho man be heern, and howd curiosity ; none of the many shades of indifference labor, are incredulous of the existence of such a thee tongue !" Then the place was wonderfully to be seen in all other assemblies, visible for one But he who sold his birthright for a mess of still. moment there. That every man selt his condition pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and
'My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voico to be, somehow or other, worse than it might be; Castelreagh existed, and this man exists !"
was distinctly heard, “and my fellow-workmenthat every man considered it incumbent on him to
Here, a brief press and confusion ncar the stage, for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, join the rest, towards the making of it better ; that ended in the man himself standing at the orator's to this delegate heer—I ha but a word to san, and I every man felt his only hope to be in allying himself side before the concourse. He was pale and a little could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and moved in the face-his lips especially showed it; day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, wèel that yo are aw resolved to ha nommore ado wi' then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to a inan who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know faithfully in earnest ; must have been as plain to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' road, yo'd any one who chose to see what was there, as the took the case into his own hands.
feel it right to pass me by as a forrenner and bare beams of the roof, and the whitened brick
“My friends,” said he,“ by virtue o' my office as stranger. What I ha getn, I mun make tho best walls. Nor could any such spectator fail to kňow in his own breast, that these men, through their your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, on.”
who may be a little over hetter in this business, to “Stephen Blackpool," said the chairman, rising ; very delusions, showed great qualities, susceptible take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is think on't agen. Think on't once agen, lad, afore of being turned to the happiest and best account ; heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. thourit shunned by aw owd friends,” and that to pretend (on the strength of sweeping You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his
There was an universal murmur to the same ef. axioms, howsoever cut and dried) that they went good name."
fect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye astray wholly without cause, and of their own irra
With that the chairman shook him frankly by the was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his detional wills
, was to pretend that there could be hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise termination, would be to take a load from all their smoke without fire, death without birth, harvest without seed, anything or everything produced from left to right, and never the reverse way.
He looked around him, and knew that it sat down, wiping his hot forehead-always from minds.
Not a grain of anger with them was in his nothing
“My friends,” Stephen began, in the midst of a heart; he knew them, far below their surface weakThe orator having refreshed himself, wiped his dead calm ; " I ha' hed what's been spok’n o' me, nesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow corrugated forehead from left to right several times and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer laburer could. with his handkerchief folded into a pad, and con- you'd heern the truth concerning myseln, fro my “I ha thowt on't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna
coom in. I mun go th’ way as lays afore me. I crowd. The stranger in the land who looks into ten tleman from London, were present, to whom Stephen mun tak my leave o' aw heer.”
thousand faces for some answering look and never made his obeisance, closing the door, and standing He made a sort of reverence to them by holding finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him near it, with his hat in his hand.
his arms, and stood for the moment in that atti- who passes ten averted faces daily, that were once * This is the man I was talking to you about, tude: not speaking until they slowly dropped at his the countenances of friends. Such experience was Harthouse," said Mr. Bounderby. sides.
to be Stephen's now, in every waking moment of his The gentleman he addressed, who was talking to “Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has life ; at his work, on his way to it and from it, at his Mrs. Bounderby on the sofa, got up, saying in an spok’n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I door, at his window, everywhere. By general con- indolent way, “Oh really?" and dawdled to the first seen when I were young and lighter heart'n sent, they even avoided that side of the street on hearthrug where Mr. Bounderby stood. than now. I ha never had no fratch afore, sin ever which he habitually walked ; and left it, of all the “ Now," said Bounderby, “speak up !" I was born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none working men, to him only.
After the four days he had passed, this address fell now that's o' my makin’. Yo'll ca' me traitor and He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, rudely and discordantly on Stephen's ear. Besides that-yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, associating but little with other men, and used to being a rough handling of his wounded mind, it “ but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be.” companionship with his own thoughts. He had seemed to assume that he really was the self-inter
He had moved away a pace or two to come down never known before, the strength of the want in his ested deserter he had been called. from the platform, when he remembered something heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a “What were it, sir,” said Stephen, “as yo were he had not said, and returned again.
word; or the immense amount of relief that had pleased to want wi' me ?" “ Haply,” he said, turning his furrowed face been poured into it by drops, through such small “Why, I have told you,” returned Bounderby. slowly about, that he might as it were individually means. It was even harder than he could have be- "Speak up like a man, since you are a man, and tell address the whole audience, those both near and lieved possible, to separate in his own conscience his us about yourself and this Combination." distant; “haply, when this question has been tak'n abandonment by all his fellows, from a baseless sense “Wi' yor pardon, sir,” said Stephen Blackpool, up and discoosed, there'll be a threat to turn out if of shame and disgrace.
"I ha' nowt to sen about it." I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere The first four days of his endurance were days so Mr. Bounderby, who was always more or less like ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the a Wind, finding something in his way here, began to among yo unless it cooms—truly, I mun do 't, my prospect before him. Not only did he see no blow at it directly. friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut Rachael all the time, but he avoided every chance of “Now, look here, Harthouse," said he, "here's a work to live by; and wheerever can I go; I who ha seeing her; for, although he knew that the prohibi- specimen of ’om. When this man was hero once worked sin I was no heighth at aw, in Coketown tion did not yet formally extend to the women works before, I warned this man against the mischievons heer? I mak' no complaints o' bein turned to the ing in the factories, he found that some of them with strangers who are always about—and who ought to wa', o being outcasten and overlooken fro this time whom he was acquainted were changed to him, and be hanged wherever they are found—and I told this forrard, but I hope I shall be let to work. If there he feared to try others, and dreaded that Rachael man that he was going in the wrong direction. is any right for me at aw, my friends, I think 'tis might be even singled out from the rest if she were Now, would you believe it, that although they have that."
seen in his company
So, he had been quite alone put this mark upon him, he is such a slavo to them Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was audi. during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, still, that he's afraid to open his lips about them ?" ble in the building, but the slight rustle of men move as he was leaving his work at night, a young man on
“I sed as I had nowt to sen, sir ; not as I was ing a little apart, all along the centre of the room, to a very light complexion accosted him in the street. fearfo' o' openin' my lips." open a means of passing out, to the man with whom
“ Your namo's Blackpool, an't it?" said the young
“ You said. Ah! I know what you said ; more they had all bound themselves to renounce compa- man.
than that, I know what you mean, you seo. Not nionship. Looking at no one, and going his way Stephen colored to find himself with lis hat in his always the same thing, by the Lord Harry! Quito with a lowly steadiness upon him that asserted noth- hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the different things. You had better tell us at once, that ing and sought nothing, Old Stephen, with all his suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of ad- that fellow Slackbridge is not in the town, stirring troubles on his head, left the scene. justing the lining and said, “ Yes."
up the people to mutiny ; and that he is not a reguThen Slackbridge, who had kep: his oratorical “You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I lar qualified leader of the people ; that is, a most arm extended during the going out, as if he were moan ?" said Bitzer, the very light young man in confounded scoundrel. You had better tell us so at repressing with infinite solicitude and by a wonder- question.
once; you can't deceive me. You want to tell as ful moral power the vehement passions of the multi- Stephen answered “Yes," again.
80. Why don't you ?" tude, applied himself to raising their spirits. Had "I supposed so, from their all appearing to keep "I'm as sooary as yo, sir, when the people's leadnot the Roman Brutus, oh my British countrymen, away from you. Mr. Bornderby wants to speak to ers is bad," said Stephen, shaking his head. “They condemned his son to death ; and had not the Spar- you. You know his house, don't you ?"
take such as offers. Haply 'tis na’ the sma’est o' tan mothers, oh my soon to be victorious friends, Stephen said “ Yes," again.
their misfortune when they can get no better." driven their flying children on the points of their “ Then go straight up there, will you ?” said
The wind began to be boisterous. enemies' swords? Then was it not the sacred duty Bitzer. " You're expected, and have only to tell the of the men of Coketown, with forefathers before servant it's you. I belong to the Bank; so, if you said Mr. Bounderby. “You'll think this tolerably
"Now, you'll think this pretty well, Harthouse," them, an admiring world in company with them, and go straight up without me (I was sent to fetch you),
strong. You'll say, upon my soul this is a tidy spea posterity to come after them, to hurl out traitors you'll save me a walk."
cimen of what my friends have to deal with ; but this from the tents they had pitched in a sacred and a Stephen, whose way had been in the contrary di- is nothing, sir! You shall hear me ask this man a Godlike cause ? The winds of Heaven answered rection, turned about and betook himself, as in duty question. Pray, Mr. Blackpool"--wind springing up Yes; and bore Yes, east, west, north and south bound, to the red brick castle of the giant Roun- very fast—"may I take the liberty of asking you how And consequently three cheers for the United Aggre- derby.
it happens that you refused to be in this Combinagate Tribunal !
tion ?" Slackbridge acted as fugleman, and gave the time.
“How 't happens ?" The multitude of doubtful faces (a little conscience 56
ELL, Stephen,” said Bounderby, in liis “Ah !” said Mr. Bounderby, with his thumbs in stricken) brightened at the sound, and took it up.
windy manner, “what's this I hear ? the arms of bis coat, and jerking his head and shutPrivate feeling must yield to the common cause. What have these pests of the earth been doing to ting his eyes in confidence with the opposite wall; Hurra! The roof yet vibrated with the cheering, you? Come in, and speak up."
“ how it happens." when the assembly dispersed.
It was into the drawing-room that he was thus “I'd leefer not coom to't, sir; but sin you put th' Thus easily did Stephen Blackpool fall into the bidden. A tea-table was set out; and Mr. Bounder- question-an not want'n tbe ill-mannor'n—I'll an. loneliest of lives, the life of solitude among a familiar i by's young wife, and her brother, and a great gen- | swer. I ha passed a promess."
“ Not to me, you know," said Bounderby. (Gusty “ Here's a gentleman from London present," Mr. number ten timos towd—an was t' sow 'em up in weather with decoitful calms. Ono now prevail-Bounderby made a back-handed point at Mr. James separate sacks, an sink 'em in the deepest ocean as ing).
Harthouse with his thumb, “a Parliament gentle- were inade ere ever dry land coom to be, yo'd leave “O no, sir. Not to yo."
I should like him to hear a short bit of dia- the muddle just wheer 'tis. Mischeevous strangers !" "As for me, any consideration for me has had just logue between you and me, instead of taking the said Stephen, with an anxious smile ; “when ha we nothing at all to do with it,” said Bounderby, still in substance of it—for I know precious well, before- not heern, I am sure, sin ever we can call to mind, confidence with the wall. “If only Josiah Boun- hand, what it will be; nobody knows better than I o'th' mischeevous strangers ! 'Tis not by them the derby of Coketown had been in question, you would do, take notice !-instead of receiving it on trust, trouble's made, sir. 'Tis not wi' them 't commences. have joined ard made no bones about it?” from my mouth."
I ha no favor for 'em-I ha no reason to favor 'em Why yes, sir. 'Tis true."
Stephen bent his head to the gentleman from but 'tis hopeless an useless to dream o'takin them “Though he knows,” said Mr. Bounderby, now London, and showed a rather more troubled mind fro their trade, 'stead o' takın their trade fro them! blowing a gale, “ that these are a set of rascals and than usual. He turned his eyes involuntarily to his Aw that's now about me in this room were heer rebels whom transportation is too good for! Now, former refuge, but at a look from that quarter afore I com, an will be heer when I am gone. Put Mr. Harthouse, you have been knocking about in the expressive though instantaneous) he settled them that clock aboard a ship an pack it off to Norfolk world some time. Did you ever meet with anything on Mr. Bounderby's face.
Island, an the time will go on just the same. So like that man out of this blessed country?” And “Now, what do you complain of?" asked Mr. 'tis wi' Slackbridge every bit.” Mr. Bounderby pointed him out for inspection, with Bounderby.
Reverting for a moment to his former refuge, ho an angry finger.
“I ha' not coom heer, sir,” Stephen reminded observed a cautionary movement of her eyes towards “ Nay, ma'am," said Stephen Blackpool, staunchly him, “ to complain. I coom for that I were sent the door. Stepping back, he put his hand upon the protesting against the words that had been used, and for.”
lock. But he had not spoken out of his own will instinctively addressing himself to Louisa, after
“ What,” repeated Mr. Bounderby, folding his and desire ; and he felt it in his heart a noble return glancing at her face. · Not rebels, nor yet rascals. arms,“ do you people, in a general way, complain for his late injurious treatment, to be faithful to the Nowt o'th' kind, ma'am, nowt o'th' kind. They've of ?"
last to those who had repudiated him. He stayed not doon me a kindness, ma'am, as I know and feel.
Stephen looked at him with some little irresolu- to finish what was in his mind. But there's not a dozen nen among 'ein, ma'am-ation for a moment, and then seemed to make up his
“Sir, I canna, w' my little learning an my comdozen ! Not six-but what believes as he has doon mind.
mon way, tell the gentleman what will better aw his duty by the rest, and by himseln. God forbid as
“Sir, I were never good at showin o't, though I I, that ha known an had'n experience o' these men ha had'n my share in feeling o't, 'Deed we are in above my powers—but I can tell him what I know
this—though some working-men o' this town could, aw my life—I, that ha' ett’n an droonken wi' em, an a muddle, sir. Look round town—so rich as ’tis will never do't. The strong hand will never do't. seet'n wi' em, an toil'n wi’ em, an lov'n 'em, should and see th’ numbers o' people as has been broughten Vict'ry and triumph will never do't. fail fur to stan by 'em wi' the truth, let 'em ha doon into bein heer, fur to weave, an to card, an to piece mak one side unnat'rally awlus and for ever right,
Agreein fur to to me what they may.”
out a livin, aw the same one way, somehows, twixt and toother side unnat’rally awlus and for ever He spoke with the rugged earnestness of his their cradles an their graves. Look how we live, place and character deepened perhaps by a proud an wheer we live, an in what numbers, and by what wrong, will never, never do't
. Nor yet lettin alone
will never do't. consciousness that he was faithful to his class under chances, an wi' what sameness ; and look, how the
Let thousands upon thousands all their mistrust ; but he fully remembered where mills is awlus a goin, an how they never works us no the like muddle, and they will be as one, an yo will
alone, aw leadin the like lives and aw faw'en into he was, and did not even raise his voice.
nigher to onny dis’ant object-ceptin awlus, Death. “No, ma’am, no. They're true to one another, Look how you considers of us, an writes of- us, an
be as anoother, wi' a black unpassable world betwixt faithfo' to one another, fectionate to one another, talks of us, an goes up wi' yor deputations to Secro- yo, just as long or short a time as sitch like misery e'en to death. Be poor amoong 'em, be sick amoong taries o' State 'bout us, an how yo are awlus right,
can last. Not drawing nigh to fox, wi' kindness an 'em, grieve amoong 'em for onny o' th’ monny an how we are awlus wrong, and never had'n no
patience an cheery ways, that so draws nigh to one causes that carries grief to the poor man's door, an
another in their monny troubies, and so cherishes reason in us sin ever we were born. Look how this they'll be tender wi' yo, gentle wi' yo, comfortable ha growen an growen, sir, bigger an bigger,
one another in their distresses wi' what they need wi' yo, Chrison wi' yo. Be sure o' that, ma'am. broader an broader, harder an harder, fro year to
themseln-like, I humbly believe, as no people the They'd be riven to bits, ero ever they'd be dif
gentleman ha seen in aw his travels can beat-will year, fro generation unto generation. Who can ferent."
look on't, sir, and faily tell a man 'tis not a mud- never do't till th’ Sun turns tice. Last o' aw, * In short,” said Mr. Bounderby, “it's because dle ?"
ratin 'em as so much Power, and reg'latin 'em as if they are so full of virtues that they have turned
“Of course," said Mr. Bounderby.
they was figures in a soom, or machines : wi'out
peryou adrift. Go through with it while you are about haps you'll let the gentleman know, how
loves and likeins, wi'out memories and inclinations, you
would it. Out with it."
wi'out souls to weary an souls to hope—when aw set this muddle (as you're so fond of calling it) to “ How 'tis, ma'am," resumed Stephen, appearing rights."
goes quiet, draggin on wi' 'em as if they'd nowt o' still to find his natural refuge in Louisa's face,
“I donno, sir. I canna be expecten to't. 'Tis th' kind, an when aw goes onquiet, reproaching 'em " that what is best in us fok, seems to turn us most not me as should be looken to for that, sir. 'Tis fur their want o' sitch humanly feeling in their to trouble an misfort'n an mistake, I dunno. But them as is put ower me, an ower aw the rest of us.
dealins wi' yo_this will never do't, sir, till God's
work is onmade." 'tis 60. I know 'tis, as I know the heavens is over What do they tak upon themsen, sir, if not to me ahint the smoke. We're patient too, an wants do't ?"
Stephen stood with the open door in his hand, in general to do right. An' I canna think the fawt “ I'll tell you something towards it, at any rate,” waiting to know if anything more wero expected of is aw wi' us."
returned Mr. Bounderby. “We will make an him. “Now, my friend,” said Mr. Bounderby, whom example of half a dozen Slackbridges. Wo'll “Just stop a moment,” said Mr. Bounderby, exhe could not have exasperated more, quite uncon- indict the blackguards for felony, and get 'em cessively red in the face. “I told you, the last timo scious of it though he was, than by seeming to shipped off to penal settlements."
you were hero with a grievance, that you had better appeal to any one else, “ if you will favor me with Stephen gravely shook his head.
turn about and como out of that. And I also told your attention for half a minute, I should like to “Don't tell me we won't, man,” said Mr. Boun you, if you remember, that I was up to the gold have a word or two with you. You said just now, derby, by this timo blowing a hurricane, “because spoon look-out." that you had nothing to tell us about this busi- we will, I tell you !"
“I were not up to't myseln, sir; I do assure You are quite sure of that, before we go any Sir," returned Stephen, with the quiet confi- yo." further ?"
dence of absoluto certainty, "if yo was ttak a “Now, it's clear to me," said Mr. Bounderby, “Sir, I am sure on't.”
hundrod Slackbridgos—aw as there is, an aw the " that you are one of those chaps who have always
BY G. LINNAS BANKS.
got a grievance. And you go about, sowing it and A CHAPTER OF MODERN ROMANCE. the French embassage to Turkey, collated with the raising crops. That's the business of your life, my
English newspapers of 1807 and 1808. friend."
Turn we now to the history of Josephine Tascher
ITH only one exception, namely, that of the de la Pegerie, who was born in that same island of Stephen shook his head, mutely protesting that WITT
Czar Nicholas, the monarchs who are just Martinique—we say, also, in the same year as the indeed he had other businesss to do for his life. “You are such a waspish, raspish, ill-conditioned now claiming the principal share of the world's at
Sultana ; but of this anon. She married a nobletention are Abdul Medjid, Sultan of Turkey, and man, the Viscount de Beauharnais, who was also a chap, you see," said Mr. Bourderby, “that even your own Union, the men who know you best, will Napoleon III., Emperor of the French. Our readers native of Martinique, but who, shortly after his mar
will hardly be prepared for the fact that these two riage, migrated to France, and at an early period of have nothing to do with you. I never thought those fellows could be right in anything ; but I tell potentates are bound together by any other than po- the revolution, lost his life in the streets of Paris.
litical ties, or that any other relationships than After his death, his wife allied herself to Napoleon you what! I so far go along with them for a novelty, that I'll have nothing to do with you reasoning of a modern French writer be correct, we Louis, Napoleon's brother. Of this latter union
political ones unite them.
Yet we think that, if the Bonaparte, and her daughter Hortense espoused either."
shall be able to show in the course of this paper that was born the present Emperor of the French, whose Stephen raised his eyes quickly to his face.
“ You can finish off what you're at,” said Mr. / they are in reality bound by ties of another class, and mother was thus sister-in-law as well as daughterBounderby, with a meaning nod, “ and then
go else that although these may perhaps be somewhat dis-in-law to his uncle, Napoleon 1.
tant-even affinities of blood exist between them. where."
It thus appears that, to soine extent, both Abdul We believe we shall be thus enabled to add a new Medjid and Napoleon III are of West Indian origin. “Sir, yo know weel,” said Stephen expressively,
interest to the romantic history of the Buonaparte This of itself would have been sufficiently singular; " that if I canna get work wi' yo, I canna get it
family, and to show that it and that of the Sultan but the singularity of the case is greatly augmented elsewheer."
have in some respects a cominon origin, and that the by the consideration that in both instances this part The reply was, “What I know, I know; and what you know, you know. I have no more to say filled by descendents, in only the second generation, and, what is still more remarkable, in the same de
thrones of France and Turkey are at this moment urigin is upon the same side, namely, the mother's; about it." Stephen glanced at Louisa again, but her eyes have been always united so intimately by marriagęs ladies born in the West Indies, and born there—we
of two comparatively humble Creole families, which gree, both monarchs being the grandchildren of were raised to his no more ; therefore, with a sigh, and intermarriages as almost to justify their being think we may be justified in saying—in the same and saying, barely above his breath, “ Heaven help
considered but as one. us aw in this world !” he departed.
year. The birth of the Empress Josepbene is The (To be continued.)
personage who is to play the part of principal usually said, it is true, to have taken place in 1763, heroine in our story is Mademoiselle Aimée Du bue but the exact date was never clearly established,
de Rivery. She was born in the island of Martinique, and was obliged to be admitted in the documents WHAT I LIVE FOR.
in 1766, and evincing at an early age much intelli- made use of at her marriage to be not certainly
pleted a superior education, she embarked, under the much of remarkable parallelisms between the family
care of a governess, for her native country. But history of Napoleon III and that of the sultan, as of For the heaven that smiles abovo me,
that country she was destined never again to reach. afinities of blood existing between them; and that And awaits my spirit too :
The ship in which she set out sprung a leak when these, although distant, are not altogether imaginFor all human ties that bind mo;
about half way on its voyage, and its crew and ary, is evident from the circumstance, recorded by For the task by God assigned mo; For the bright hopes left behind mo,
passengers were only saved by the accidental passing M. Danez in his “ Histoire de Martinique,” that And the good that I can do.
of a vessel bound for Majorca. But this second previously to 1774 the families of Tascher and
vessel was even more unfortunate than the first. Dubue never married excepting amongst themselves, I liye to learn their story Who've suffered for my sake ;
When almost in sight of port, it was captured by an and now and then with members of the BeauharTo emulate their glory,
Algerine pirate. All on board of it were put in nais family. There is, moreover, at this moment
chains, and a few days afterwards led into the slave lying before us an attested copy of a letter written Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages, market of Algiers.
at Fontainebleau, on the 27th of January, 1787, by The noble of all ages, Mademoiselle de Rivery was purchased by the Dey. who had married a sister of the creole sultana, in
the future Empress Josephine to one M. Marlet,
Algiers at that time was under the rule of Turkey,
which Josephine testifies to the existence of very
the Sultan's favor. In order to reinstate himself in intimate relationships between the Dubue family To feel there is a union the good graces of his royal master, he determined and her own, and speaks of a member of the former
Who would have dreamed that 'Twixt Nature's heart and mino :
to make him a present of some slaves. For this as being her aunt. To profit by affliction,
purpose he selected the most beautiful, and those in the emperor and the sultan were so nearly of the Reap truths from fields of action,
other respects the most valuable that he possessed; same race and the same blood? or have imagined Grow wiser from conviction, And fulfil each grand design.
and our heroine being chief of these, of course that in the ruler of the most important Mahomme:
formed a portion of the present. In this way she dan empire in the world, and that of the second I live to hail that season
became introduced within the walls of the imperial Christian state in Europe, were to be seen the By gifted minds foretold,
harem ; and once there, her beauty and talents ra- grandchildren of two sugar planters' daughters, When men shall live by reason, And not alone by gold
pidly raised her to the highest rank in it. She be- each born in a little island in the Indian Archipel. When man to man united,
came the bride of the then reigning Sultan, Abdul ago, within the memory of some still living? Yet And every wrong thing rightod,
Hamed, and the mother of Mahmoud, the father of such is apparently the case-a fact which may be The whole world shall be lighted
added to the thousand and one others going to the present Sultan, Abdul Medjid. As Eden was of old.
Remarkable as is the story they embody, these prove that the age of the romantic has not yet de-
authentic. They are gathered from documents SAN SLICK says :—The littler folks be, the bigger And awaits my spirit too:
which were called into existence in 1820, by the they talk. You never seed a small man that didn't For the cause ibat lacks assistanco,
inquiries into the family history of his mother, which wear high-heeled boots and a high-crowned hat, and For the wrong that needs resistance ;
were instituted by the Sultan Mahmoud bimself, that warn't ready to fight most any one, to show For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
and which are still existing amongst the archives of that he was a man overy inch of him.
And follow in their wake:
Engraved for this Journal by Mr. J. W. Ort. CRONSTADT far this was possible. The Swodes, through officors policy of Russia to exaggerato everything she does
of that nation serving in the ranks of the Russian or has in her possession ; but when we look at the We give our readers, on this occasion, an en: army, may be in possession of some descriptions that situation of Cronstadt, and glance over its bristling
graved representation of that celebrated might approximate to the realities of tho originals ; tiers of guns, as depicted by our artist, we can place, Cronstadt, that they may form an idea of the but when such a man as Sir Charlos Napier recom- readily see that it has some pretensions to the characstrength and magnitude of the defences of the capital mends caution to his officers, and tells them not to ter of impregnability. But the shallowness of water of St. Petersburg.
place too low an estimate on the resources of the in its neiglfborhood is considered its strongest Owing to the secrecy with which the Russians, enemy, we may well conclude that very little is feature. during thc past half century, have carried on their positively known by foreigners of the actual condition This, when we consider the destructive power of operations for guarding their vaunted capital, it is of any of the Russian fortresses in tho Baltic. Of modern naval gunnery, will bo evident from a slight 3. most impossible to describe Cronstadt accurately. Cronstadt, the key to St. Petersburg, their informa- desoription of the situation of the place. St. PetersCor:sct drawings of the fortifications could only have tion is very scanty-thereforo we aro almost re- burg—as all our readers are aware—is built on the been obtained strreptitiously, or through treachery; stricted to thoso accounts of its capabilities which Neva, at the hood of the Gulf of Finland. There are and those who know anything of the jealous vigi- the Russians themselves have thought it to publish. two passages that lead to tho mouth of that river lance of the Russian government, may judge how (Those wo KNOW aro osaggerated it is tho hereditary one on the north, the other on tho south : thé latter,