CHESS.

TO CORRESPONDENTS. J. G. We have not as yet seen or heard of any translation into English of the works you name. Blank diagrams (for

recording problems, positions, &c.) are not procurable at present; we will have some printed, however, ere long

We believe that Mr. M-e, occasionally attends at the New York Club. Your problem won't do at all. The mate can be seen a mile off!

his command neither of the above resources, he is
said to be checkmated, and the game is at an end.

STALEMATE.

The old adage, “while there is life there is hope," is aptly illustrated by this somewhat singular principle in Chess. A strong moral lesson from it, likewise, may be derived by those too confident, from power, of success.

C. M.-We fear that you are correctly informed, and that When driven to the last extremity, pieces and
Mr. Staunton has retired from the editorship of the "Chess Pawns all lost, or incapable, from whatever cause, of
Players' Chronicle;" but we think we still recognise him locomotion-surrounded by the forces of an unspar-

in the "Illustrated London News."

J. T.—Mr. Lowenthal, the well known Hungarian player, spent many months in the United States; and if we remember rightly, he sadly discomfited all competitors, with

one single single exception. His friends here were much

disappointed at the result of his subsequent encounter, in London, with Mr. Harrwitz.

Although, in ordinary chess parlance, the king is exempt from capture, it is no less true that, in his attack and defence, are involved to the player his hope of winning and dread of a lost game. Success or discomfiture being contingent, solely, in the capability of securing his own King from adverse assault, that, when threatened, or attacked, his King may have a place of safe retreat, or other means be had of warding off or defending such attack; and, on the other hand, of placing his opponent's King in the very predicament from which it is his constant

care to secure his own.

The King cannot, of course, be ever moved within the range of an adverse piece or Pawn; and, when attacked, or placed en prise, it is incumbent on the assailing party to warn his antagonist of such attack by saying "Check." Either of the following alternatives must be then adopted by the latter :

1. To move his King out of check.

2. To capture the piece or Pawn by which his King is attacked.

3. To interpose one of his own men between his King and such attacking piece.

When a player, his King being in check, has

at

Being an ending of game played some years since, between C. H. S. (White), and another strong player.

ing foe, there is hope for the poor King yet! for
should it appear that, being his turn to move, and,
not being at such time in check-there being, at the
commanded or attacked by the enemy-the King is
same time, no square within his reach which is not
then said to be stalemated and the game declared

drawn.

Secretaries and other officers, or members of Chess Clubs in the United States and British North America, are requested to put us in possession of such information as will enable us to publish the times and places at which their

meetings are held. Communications on all subjects of inte

rest connected with the game, from amateurs generally, will

be always acceptable; and due attention to all queries as to
the Laws and Customs by which Chess play is regulated,
may be at all times relied upon.

utterly disgusted with Castle Garden when she was formally introduced to it and informed that it was to be the arena of her future performances. I can imagine the tragic start of horror with which she greeted the scenery and the stage; the vehement Italian gesture of scorn with which she pointed to the unsightly pillars and dirty boxes. Poor Grisi, after the splendors of the Covent Garden house, where the boxes are apartments, and the scenery magical, it was a considerable contrast to endure. Despite of all this, however, I am not inclined to credit the carefully spread rumor that they are about to depart, in consequence of their dissatisfaction at the reception they have received. This is to my mind nothing more than a clever ruse to render their have not been badly received. Considering the performances more valued. In the first place, they season, and the place selected for their performances, the audiences were wonderful, and the one on the night of the first performance of Norma could scarce have been equalled in the most palmy days of the Garden. I can scarcely be brought to believe that the management have as yet lost any money. It seems a part of the system of opera managers in this country to proclaim a loss under all circumstances. Besides, however true the story may have been about Mr. Hackett's having an agreement with the manager of the Paris opera, in which the latter binds himself to take Mr. H.'s contract off of his

OUR TETE-A-TETE. hands in case of non success in this country. As

SAW a letter from Miss Mitford the other day, written to a friend, in which she speaks very touchingly of her present condition. She is obliged to sit up in a chair all day and night, and occasionally suffers considerable agony. She talks of the friends around her with that pleasant amiability so characteristic of the authoress of "Our Village." She is, she says, surrounded by the kindest friends, and the most affectionate servants. Lady Russell, a neighbor of hers, and widow of Sir Charles Russell, visits the old authoress every day, and is unremitting in her attention. Thus all that can be done to smooth the last smile of life is lavished on her from whom so many, old and young, have received enjoyment. She talks in this letter quite calmly of her death, and ends with the expression that the end is not far off.

There is probably no female authoress who has made and kept more friends than Mary Russell Mitford. Her manners, like her works, are natural, simple, and full of quiet affection. She will go to her grave with the consciousness of never having written a line or uttered a sentiment for which she might blush.

In appearance, Miss Mitford is peculiarly juvenile. Her eyes are large and soft, and shine with a subdued humor. Her cheeks, notwithstanding her great age, are full and rosy, and her thick grey hair is disposed in curls at each side of her face, making her seem like a girl who had grown prematurely white, until the late accident-a fall from a pony chaise-which deprived her of the use of her limbs. She led an active life; driving much about the country,

and employing herself heartily in relieving the

necessities of her poorer neighbors. These will
miss a good friend when she is gone.

Or course, as every one predicted, Grisi was

the Paris manager is at present a bankrupt, it is not

very likely, I think, that he will find himself in a
Mr. Hackett has contracted with Grisi and Mario.
position to sustain an engagement such as the one
So, on the whole, I have no doubt but that these
great singers will remain among us.
Evans Crowe has just published a history of the
I see by the London "Critic" that a Mr. Eyre
reigns of Louis XVIII. and Charles X. This is a
contribution to literature that is much needed. Few

people know anything about the reign of the latter
monarch. It is, or has been, until now too modern
a topic for legitimate history, and all that could be
discovered about the thirty days, and the reign of
the predecessor of Louis Philippe. Probably the
best account of that period is to be found in the
fourth volume of Dr. Veron's memoirs, which some-
body ought to translate. A man with a talent for

condensation might make a most amusing volume out of the fussy physican's ponderous tomes.

Newspaper correspondents, are, it seems, assuming unusual responsibilities. They are playing the romantic but unpleasant role of prisoner of war. Two gentlemen, connected with the London press, were summarily arrested at Bucharest, and for a short space of time the liberty of the press had been annihilated. They were by the last accounts, however, at liberty on parole, and doubtless in a short time we shall see ample reparation made, for the English press, with an esprit du corps-which it were well that ours followed-always protect their employés through thick and thin. The account which the correspondent of the " Daily News," in his remonstrance to home, gives of his sufferings during the war, combined with his late arrest, will, we think,

cure many literary gentleman of a passion for becoming" specials" when the country is disturbed.

P. BODDY.

sat there, father. For I asked him to go there with by another and wider route. It was further agreed
The visit did not originate with him.
that he should not present himself to Mr. Sleary,

me.

had not stood near Louisa, who held her father's
arm, but in a retired place by themselves. When
"He took him out of the room.
Mr. Gradgrind was summoned to the couch, Sissy,
I asked him
attentive to all that happened, slipped behind that afterward, why he had done so, and he made a plau-
wicked shadow-a sight in the horror of his face, sible excuse; but since last night, father, and
if there had been eyes there for any sight but one-when I remember the circumstances by its light, I
and whispered in his ear. Without turning his am afraid I can imagine too truly what passed be-
head, for she had begun by telling him not even to tween them."
look round, he conferred with her a few moments,
and vanished. Thus the whelp had gone out of
the circle before the people moved.

When the father reached home, he sent a message to Mr. Bounderby's, desiring his son to come to him directly. The reply was, that Mr. Bounderby, having missed him in the crowd, and seen nothing of him since, had supposed him to be at Stone Lodge.

"I believe, father," said Louisa, "he will not come back to town to-night." Mr. Gradgrind turned away, and said no more.

In the morning he went down to the Bank himself as soon as it was opened, and seeing his son's place empty (he had not the courage to look in at first), went back along the street to meet Mr. Bounderby on his way there. To whom he said that, for reasons he would soon explain, but entreated not then to be asked for, he had found it necessary to employ his son at a distance for a little while. Also, that he was charged with the duty of vindicating Stephen Blackpool's memory, and declaring the thief. Mr. Bounderby, quite confounded, stood stock still in the street, after his father-in-law had left him, swelling like an immense soap-bubble, without its beauty.

room,

Mr. Gradgrind went home, locked himself in his and kept it all that day. When Sissy and Louisa tapped at his door, he said, without opening it, "Not now, my dears; in the evening." On their

to-morrow."

return in the evening, he said, “I am not able yet He ate nothing all day, and bad no candle after dark, and they heard him walking to and fro late at night.

"He had some conversation with the poor man. lest his intentions should be mistrusted, or the inDid he take him aside!” telligence of his arrival should cause his son to take flight anew; but that the communication should be left to Sissy and Louisa to open, and that they should inform the cause of so much misery and disgrace of his father's being at hand, and of the purpose for which they had come. When these arrangements had been well considered and were fully understood by all three, it was time to begin to carry them into execution. Early in the afternoon Mr. Gradgrind walked direct from his own house into the country, to be taken up on the line by which he was to travel; and at night the remaining two set forth upon their different course, encouraged by not seeing any face they knew.

Let me know," said her father, "if your thoughts present your guilty brother in the same dark view as mine do."

"I am afraid," father," reiterated Louisa, "that he must have made some representation to Stephen Blackpool-perhaps in my name, perhaps in his own-which induced him to do in good faith and honesty, what he had never done before, and to wait about the Bank those two or three nights before he left the town." "Too plain!" returned the father. "Too places up illimitable flights of steps or down wells plain !"

The two traveled all night, except when they were left for odd numbers of minutes at branch

--which was the only variety of those branches

He shaded his face, and remained silent for some and, early in the morning, were turned out on a moments. Recovering himself, he said: "And now, how is he to be found? How is he to be saved from justice! In the few hours that I can possibly allow to elapse before I publish the truth, how is he to be found by us, and only by us? Ten thousand pounds could not effect it."

"Sissy has effected it father."

He raised his eyes to where she stood, like a good fairy in his house, and said in a tone of softened gratitude and grateful kindness, "It is always you, my child."

"We had our fears," Sissy explained, glancing at Louisa, "before yesterday; and when I saw you brought to the side of the litter last night, and heard what passed (being close to Rachael all the time), I went to him when no one saw, and said to him, 'Dont look at me! See where your father is. Escape at once, for his sake and your own!' He was in a tremble before I whispered to him, and he started, and trembled more, and said, 'Where can I go I have very little money, and I don't know But in the morning he appeared at breakfast at who will hide me!' I thought of father's old circus. the usual hour, and took his usual place at the I have not forgotten where Mr. Sleary goes at this table. Aged and bent, he looked, and quite bowed time of year, and I read of him in a paper only the down; and yet he looked a wiser man, and a better other day. I told him to hurry there, and tell his man, than in the days when in this life he wanted name, and ask Mr. Sleary to hide him till I came. nothing but Facts. Before he left the room, heI'll get to him before the morning,' he said. And appointed a time for them to come to him, and so, I saw him shrink away among the people." with his gray head drooping, went away.

"Dear father," said Louisa, when they kept their appointment, "you have three young children left. They will be different. I will be different yet, with Heaven's help."

She gave her hand to Sissy, as if she meant with the help of her loving heart.

"Your wretched brother," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Do you think he had planned this robbery when he went with you to the lodging?".

swamp, a mile or two from the town they sought. From this dismal spot they were rescued by a savage old postillion, who happened to be up early, kicking a horse in a fly, and so were smuggled into the town by all the back lanes where the pigs lived; which, although not a magnificent or even savory approach, was, as is usual in such cases, the legitimate highway.

The first thing they saw on entering the town was the skeleton of Sleary's Circus. The company had departed for another town more than twenty miles off, and had opened there last night. The connection between the two places was by a hilly turn-pike road, and the travelling on that road breakfast, and no rest (which it would have been was very slow. Though they took but a hasty in vain to seek under such anxious circumstances), Sleary's Horseriding on barns and walls, and one it was noon before they began to find the bills of o'clock when they stopped in the market-place.

A Grand Morning Performance by the Riders, commencing at that very hour, was in course of announcement by the bellman as they set their feet upon the stones of the street. Sissy recommended that, to avoid making inquiries and attracting attention in the town, they should present themselves to pay at the door. If Mr. Sleary were taking the money, he would be sure to know her, and would proceed with discretion. If he were not, he would "Thank God!" exclaimed his father. He may be sure to see them inside, and knowing what he be got abroad yet." had done with the fugitive, would proceed with discretion still.

It was the more hopeful as the town to which Sissy had directed him was within three hours' Therefore they repaired with fluttering hearts to journey of Liverpool, whence he could be swiftly the well-remembered booth. The flag with the indispatched to any part of the world. But caution scription-SLEARY'S HORSERIDING, was there, and being necessary in communicating with him-for there was a greater danger every moment of his being suspected now, and nobody could be sure at heart but that Mr. Bounderby himself, in a bullying view of public zeal, might play a Roman part it was consented that Sissy and Louisa should repair to the place in question, by a circuitous course, alone; and that the unhappy father, setting forth at another time, and leaving the town by an oppo"I think it must have flashed upon him while he site direction, should get round to the same bourne

"I fear so, father. I know he had wanted money very much, and had spent a great deal."

"The poor man, being about to leave the town, it came into his evil brain to cast suspicion on

him?"

the Gothic niche was there, but Mr. Sleary was not there. Master Kidderminster, grown too maturely turfy to be be received by the wildest credulity as Cupid any more, had yielded to the invincible force of circumstances (and his beard), and in the capacity of a man who made himself generally useful, presided on this occasion over the exchequer-having also a drum in reserve, on which to expend his leisure moments and superfluous forces. In the extreme sharpness of his look-out for base coin, Mr.

Kidderminster, as at present situated, never saw any wardth, on a horthe, then the both a goin' a black-
thing but money; so Sissy passed him unrecog-berryin' on a horthe—and the Robinth a coming in to
nised, and they went in.
cover 'em with leavth, upon a horth-you'd thay that
The Emperor of Japan on a steady old white wath the completeth thing ath ever you thet your eyeth
horse, stencilled with black spots, was twirling five on! And you remember Emma Gordon, my dear, ath
wash-hand basins at once, as it is the favorite re-wath a'motht a mother to you? Of courthe you do; I
creation of that monarch to do. Sissy, though well needn't athk. Well Emma, thee loth her huthband.
acquainted with his Royal line, had no personal He wath throw'd a heavy backfall off an Elephant
knowledge of the present Emperor, and his reign in a thort of Pagoda thing ath the Thultan of the
was peaceful. Miss Josephine Sleary, in her cele- Indieth, and he never got the better of it, and thec
brated graceful Equestrian Tyrolean Flower-Act, married a thecond time; married a Cheethemonger
was then announced by a new clown (who humor- ath fell in love with her from the frout and he'th a
ously said Cauliflower Act), and Mr. Sleary ap- Overtheer and makin' a fortun'."
peared, leading her in.

"Ith a fact," said Sleary, "and even knowin that, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf after the performanth, and you shall find your brother, and have the whole plathe to talk to him in. Never mind the lookth of him ath long ath he'th well hid."

Louisa with many thanks and with a lightened load, detained Mr. Sleary no longer then. She left her love for her brother, with her eyes full of tears, and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon.

These various changes Mr. Sleary, very short of breath now, related with great heartiness, and with Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. a wonderful kind of innocence, considering what a He too had encountered no one whom he knew, and bleary and brandy-and-watery old veteran he was. was now sanguine, with Sleary's assistance, of Afterward he brought in Josephine, and E. W. B. getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. Childers (rather deeply-lined in the jaws by daylight) | As neither of the three could be his companion withand the Little Wonder of Scholastic Equitation, out almost identifying him under any disguise, and, in a word, all the company. Amazing creatures he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he they were in Louisa's eyes, so white and pink could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at of complexion, so scant of dress, and so demonstrative any cost, to North or South America, or any disof leg; but it was very pleasant, for all that, to see tant part of the world to which he could be the most them crowding about Sissy, and very natural in speedily and privately despatched. This done, they Sissy to be unable to refrain from tears. walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it

Mr. Sleary had only made one cut at the Clown with his long whip-lash, and the Clown had only said, "If you do it again, I'll throw the horse at you!" when Sissy was recognized both by father and daughter. But they got through the Act with great self-possession, and Mr. Sleary, saving for the first instant, conveyed no more expression into his locomotive eye than into his fixed one. The performance seemed a little long to Sissy and Louisa in their suspense, particularly when it stopped to afford the Clown an opportunity of telling Mr. Sleary (who said, 66 Indeed, sir?" to all his observations in the calmest way, and with his eye on the house) about two legs sitting on three legs looking at one leg, when in came four legs, and laid hold of one leg, and up got two legs, caught hold of three legs, and threw 'em at four legs, who ran away with one leg. For although an ingenious Allegory relating to As soon as they were gone, he continued in a low "Now Thethilia, I don't athk to know any a butcher, a three-legged stool, a dog, and a leg of tone. mutton, this narrative consumed time and they were thecreth, but I thuppothe I may conthider thith to painfully anxious. At last, however, little fair-be Mith Thquire." haired Josephine made her courtesy amid great applause; and the Clown, left alone in the ring, had just warmed himself, and said "Now I'll have a turn!" when Sissy was touched on the shoulder and beckoned out.

She took Louisa with her, and they were received by Mr Sleary in a very little private apartment with canvas sides, a grass floor, and a wooden ceiling all aslant, on which the box company stamped their approbation as if they were coming through.

the women.

Thethilia," said Mr. Sleary, who had brandy and water at hand, "it doth me good to thee you. You wath alwayth a favorite with uth, and you've done uth credith thinth the old timeth I'm thure. You muth thee our people, my dear, afore we thpeak of bithnith, or they'll break their hearth-ethpethially Here'th Jothphine hath been and got married to E. W. B. Childerth, and thee hath got a boy, and though he'th only three yearth old, he stickth on to any pony you can bring againth him. He'th named the Little Wonder of Thcolathtic Equitation; and if you don't hear of that boy at Athley'th, you'll hear of him at Parith. And you recollect Kidderminther, that wath thought to be rather thweet upon yourthelf? Well. Heth married too. Married a widder. Old enough to be hith mother. Thee wath Tightrope, thee wath, and now thee'th nothing-on account of fat. They've got two children tho we're thtrong in the Fairy bithnith and the Nurthery dodge.

"If you wath to thee our Children in the Wood, with their father and mother both a dyin' on a

horthe-their uncle a rethieving of 'em ath hith

"There ! Now Thethilia hath kitht all the children, and hugged all the women, and thaken handth all round with all the men, clear, every one of you, and ring in the band for the thecond part!" said Sleary.

"This is his sister. Yes."

"And t'other one'th daughter. That'h what I mean. Hope I thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?"

a long time they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a
chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking, as if
that were his signal that they might approach.
"Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salu-
tation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll
find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having
a comic livery on."

They all three went in, and Mr. Gradgrind sat down, forlorn, on the Clown's performing chair in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches, remote in the subdued light and the strangeMy father will be here soon,” said Louisa, anx-ness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to ious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" the last, whom he had the misery to call his son.

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"Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want you
jutht to take a peep at the ring, mith, through here.
Thethilia, you know the dodgeth; find a thpy-hole
for yourthelf."

They each looked through a chink in the boards.
"That'th Jack the Giant Killer-a piethe of comic
infant bithnith," said Sleary. "There'th a property-
houthe, you thee, for Jack to hide in; there'th my
Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit for Jack'th
thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid
thoot of armor; there'th two comic black thervanth
twithe ath big ath the houthe, to thtand by it and to
bring it in and clear it; and the Giant (a very ex-
penthive bathket one), he an't on yet.
thee 'em all ?"

"Yes," they both said.

Now, do you

"Look at 'em again," said Sleary, "look at 'em well. You thee 'em all? Very good. Now, mith;" he put a form for them to sit on; "I have my opinionth, and the Thquire your father hath hith. I don't want to know what your brother'th been up to; ith better for me not to know. All I thay ith, the Thquire hath thtood by Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. Your brother ith one o' them black thervanth."

Louisa uttered an exclamation, partly of distress, partly of satisfaction.

In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent, in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat, with nothing fitting him, and every thing of coarse material, moth-eaten, and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it, anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this!

At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissyfor Louisa he disowned altogether he came down bench by bench until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits, from where his father sat.

"How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done ?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word.

"I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that

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"Not you. No. I don't want to have any thing from the first. I had had my eye upon him before to say to you!" that time, and I knew his ways. I have kept “O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" | my observations to myself, but I have made them, "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. and I have got ample proofs against him now, Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, besides his running away, and besides his own conand packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and fession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had going home just when I was in the greatest danger, the pleasure of watching your house yesterday pretty love that! Coming out with every word morning, and following you here. I am going to about our having gone to that place, when you saw take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby Sir, I have no You have regularly given me up. You never cared doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then profor me." mote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me and will do me good."

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'Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary at the door. They all confusedly went out, Louisa crying to him that she forgave him his ingratitude, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of those her last words, far away; when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder,

The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness biting straw. His hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in, and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently toward his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any fife or ex-stopped and recoiled. pression the pigment upon it was so thick. For there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent on parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyeboard." lashes quivering, his colorless face more colorless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before.

"I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing."

Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the questionHow to get this deplorable object away.

no.

"Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not much time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. Thereth a coath in half an hour, that gothe to the rail, purpothe to cathe the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool."

"But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach—”

"I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him out of the wardrobe in five minutes."

"I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin-a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. Thre'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor."

Mr Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again.

"Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word!" With which he delicately retired.

TH
HEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting
the door to keep intruders out, and Bitzer,
still holding the paralyzed culprit by the collar,
stood in the Ring blinking at his old patron through
the darkness of the twilight.

"Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and
miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?"
"The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling
at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried
on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the
facts established by Harvey relating to the circula-
tion of the blood, can doubt that I must have a
heart."

"If this is solely a question of self-interest with you-" Mr. Gradgrind began.

"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir,” returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was young, sir, as you are aware."

"What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, will you set against your expected promotion?"

'Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! 64 Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance."

"I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for ; it was a bargain; and when I came away the bargain ended."

It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy, that every thing was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give any body any thing, or render any body help without return. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues spring"Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any ing from it were not to be. The whole existence compassionate influence?"

"It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other, Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's.

of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there.

"I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my school"What motive-even what motive in Reasoning was cheap. But that comes right. I was made "All can you have for preventing the escape of this in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myAtone wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crush- self in the dearest." ing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!"

"Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. necessary means will be provided for you. by repentance and better conduct for this shocking act of dishonesty, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!"

The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words, and their pathetic tone. But when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh.

He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying.

"Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like "Pray don't do that," said he, "it's of no use and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive doing that; it only worries. You seem to think I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to that I have some animosity against young Mr. Tom; Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I whereas I have none at all. I am only going, on the have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank robbery reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him